Training from Master | Gerda's story | free bondage stories

"She's left" the serving maid whispered, "Ill lead you upstairs." Gasping for breath, Gerda allowed herself to be guided from the punishment room.

She was taken up in the elevator to her suite by the maid, who steered her along the corridor to her quarters. Maria was waiting anxiously for her Mistress. The serving maid handed her over, reporting the blonde Executioners last instructions.

"You mustn't remove the hood for 2 hours. Actually, its one and three quarters now. Ciao !"

Maria guided Gerda to an armchair, listening to her Mistress's oaths through the heavy rubber hood. " I did splendidly, Maria, until I was released and stood up and then fell against that bitch !" She heaved in air through the small slits, feeling perspiration stream down her face. Maria smiled fondly at her Mistress.

"Well, now you can relax, Mistress, I have no new insructions for you until tomorrow !"

Maria gave a final glance at her Mistress, making certain there were no traces of powder on the gleaming costume, nor any wrinkles in the long gloves stretched tightly above her elbows.

"You're trainings going well, Mistress, very soon you will start your exams. I hear that Miss Dodds thinks that you are one of the best new slaves she's ever seen ! That's a great compliment, because she is pretty tough on discipline, and Le Compte values her judgement."

Gerda regarded herself in the mirror. Today, for the first time, she was wearing a number 4 rod, well greased under her working suit, and she gave a little groan of delight as she deliberately pushed it hard into her arse, then let it slide slowly out in its chains. She still found it incredible that not only could she now accept a rod, but actually looked forward to when she was ordered to wear one.

"I'm not too happy about these 'Exams'" she muttered, "What exactly do they mean ? Hell, I could almost take pleasure with this rod !"

Maria giggled happily, and then more seriously answered the question.

"Nearly every exam is different. Basically its' a test of endurance, and acceptance of your slavery to your Master. It can be a severe whipping, or a long sustained period of suffocation, or a heat treatment. Come on Mistress, it's almost 9, you have to report to the Lecture hall."

She replaced her own gag, tightly strapping it into her mouth through her mask. Gerda gave one last look at herself in the long wardrobe mirror, and then strode out into the corridor to join the other slaves in the lecture room four floors below.

There were 14 slaves assembles, all dressed similarly to Gerda, names prominent across the front of the masks, all experiencing the subtle sexual feeling as the rods, in thick grease, were pushed further up their bottoms when they sat on the hard wooden benches.

She noticed that three of the slaves were heavily gagged, and one had her arms pulled tightly behind her back, secured inside a laced leather elbow glove. These were punishments for minor infractions, which were not allowed to interfere with the slave's schedule. If the gags or elbow gloves were to be worn for several hours, it would mean the slave would miss her lunch.

Gerda sat next to Yvette, who had become her close friend. Yvette had been on the island for three years and was a top level slave. Tall, intelligent and highly masochistic, she was now the personal slave of a rich German industrialist who visited the island once a month for a long weekend. For four days Yvette would disappear into one of the luxurious chalets which were reserved for visiting Masters, who also had access to all the torture and raining rooms and the vast wardrobes of rubber, leather and bondage equipment.

"How are you getting along ?" Yvette enquired, "I see you've got your spurs : Are you finally accepting your slavehood ? You were a real tiger for the first few days!"

Gerda shrugged, "I still am underneath ! I still love Guy, swine that he is, but I resent my loss of freedom, and being made to undergo all this humiliating training..."

"Come on, admit it, you're getting to like it !"

"That's what's so damned annoying ! I must be crazy, but I love the feel of a Rod up my arse, feeling it move in and out as I walk. I've grown used to my daily whipping. Me, who couldn't stand pain ! My instructor, he's number 4, ordered me to take two pleasures yesterday and said he would carry on whipping me until I did."

"How did you do ?"

"I'm ashamed to say that I came twice before he had reached a hundred strokes, less than amy normal ration ! He's quite a poppet, not really as cruel as some of them, but he was so angry he gave me an extra fifty and I took another pleasure !"

"Good for you ! You'll be the perfect slave yet ! Oh-oh, here comes Miss Dodds !"

As usual she was dressed in the standard uniform of a nursing matron, except that her dress and stockings were of heavy white latex. She wore long black shiny latex gloves, giving a mildly sinister appearance to her outfit. Miss Dodds, as Gerda had learnt, was second in command to Guy, and ran the establishment like a military academy. She was a curious paradox of ruthless efficiency mixed with a warm understanding of human nature. A mother bunny to the slaves in training.

The class stood up to attention. Miss Dodds signalled everyone to be seated, smiling humorously as the slaves slowly sank back on their rods. She seated herself behind the podium desk.

"Every month I give this same lecture. Some of you will be tired of hearing it, some will be listening to it for the first time. But whether you be a top level slave or the rankest novice, it is still important to listen to what I have to say."

Yvette whispered in Gerda's ear. "Here we go again ! I can recite it from memory !"

Miss Dodds looked up. "dear Yvette," she said in a mild voice, " I really don't know what top level slaves are coming to. Talking in class ! Come to the front. "

Obediently Yvette rose and swayed gracefully on her six inch heeled boots up to the platform. Miss Dodds opened a drawer on her desk and took out an inflatable gag. She inserted it through the mouth slit of Yvette's mask and began pumping it up. She addressed the rest of the slaves.

"Yvette, as you know, is one of our long term residents and usually one of our model slaves. This unpardonable infraction of the no talking rule while in training just goes to show how careful and alert even the best slave must be. 'Tight and tidy' is our motto, and never forget that for one moment !"

She was still pumping up the gag. Yvette's cheeks were now blown out by the tremendous pressure of the compressed air inside the thick rubber balloon gag. Miss Dodds unscrewed the pump from the nozzle on the front of the gag. "Go back to your seat. Unless you have any other training today, you will keep it in until the evening meal."

Chastened, Yvette returned and sat next to Gerda, her mouth held rigidly open and her cheeks bulging against her latex mask, air whistling faintly as she struggled for air through her nostril holes in her mask. She turned to Gerda and carefully winked at her through the eyeholes.

"So I want to impress on you once again why you are here," began Miss Dodds, "For one reason or another, you have been selected to serve as slaves to your Master. Some of you already know your future Master, others have yet to have that pleasure."

She leaned forward intently. "Your physical training is important, but perhaps not as important as your mental attitude to your slavery. Women's lib is fine in concept, but what are you being liberated from, and why ? Two per cent - and only two per cent - of the female population will become doctors or lawyers. Not because the female mind is less intelligent, but because women, as a race, do not want to become professionals ! I will make a very strong statement, hackneyed maybe, but nevertheless true : woman was put on this earth to serve her master !"

She leaned back, as if awaiting a rebellious contradiction.

"But - and this is a very important but - it does not mean that she must become a drudge or a puppet. No, indeed not ! The Far Eastern countries are far ahead of us in that respect. The Geisha girls of Japan, from the moment they are born, are trained, educated and instructed in all the arts which will make her indispensable to her chosen master. So never, ever think that becoming a slave is demeaning or lowly. It is a long hard road and requires enormous concentration, intelligence, and a certain pride."

Miss Dodds stood up and paced the platform.

"Pride ! Yes, a slave must have pride in her achievements, pride in her appearance, pride in the arts which she will learn. The art of pleasing her man. Here you will be taught every sexual trick which has ever been imagined in the wildest fantasies ! But that is not all ! You will be instructed in the more mundane arts of cooking, of serving, sewing and of reading and absorbing a book so that you can converse intelligently about it. You will learn to give, to have the supreme satisfaction your body and soul to your master, however cruelly he may treat it. You will, above all, learn to love your Master unconditionally, because your Master, in the eyes of a slave, can do no wrong !"

She paused, eyeing the attentive slaves.

"Think long and hard about what I have said. Your Master will be rich, otherwise he would not be able to afford the huge fees which Le Compte must charge to help run an establishment like this. So you will never have any financial problems. Some of you will go back to the outside world to live with, or marry, your Master, secure in the knowledge that you have left this island as a top level slave, the highest form of servitude. Others will remain here, to be visited by their Masters' at their convenience. At such a time you will be proud to serve him and accept his blessings, the pain and suffering which he will inflict, and you will give him the complete love of your mind and body."

There was a silence while the slaves absorbed the gist of Miss Dodd's lecture.