Leather Gerda | free bondage stories

In five minutes she had undresses and slid into the cool green rubber trousers with the boots hermetically attached. She pulled the straps tight over her shoulders so that the high trousers clung to her and encased her waist and breasts. Then she slipped the long rubber tunic over her head. It had a short zip up to the neck, and she pulled the hood up over her head before zipping it firmly under her chin. She was pleasantly surprised how well the outfit looked on her, the tunic moulding her figure and ending just below her bottom. Then she pulled on the long black rubber gloves which came up to her elbows, effectively sealing her suit and making her completely watertight except for her face.

She came out onto the deck and was surprised to find Guy similarly clad, but in black. He waved to her, then turned back to cast off the stern line.

In a few minutes they were in the open sea and Gerda could see the necessity for her rubber protection.. She and Guy remained on deck, and very soon the bows were dipping into the sea and the spray was creaming over them.

The open faced hood fit tightly around her neck and chin and came over her head and down to her forehead, giving complete protection. In seconds they were both streaming in spray, the rubber gleaming wetly as it repelled the sea water. She found it vaguely disturbing, a faint sexual thrill being encased in the material, totally dry. She had never liked the texture of her red mackintosh, although feeling protected in it when it was tightly buttoned up, but this was a different sensation. Even her hands were dry inside the long rubber gloves.

Guy indicated a wooden bench in front of the charthouse. It was covered in a plastic cushion of the type used in speedboats. Unsteadily Gerda moved across to it, feeling the long waders cling to her thighs, experiencing an unaccustomed thrill as she sat down and felt the rubber tighten around her.

She looked up and saw Guy watching her, a faint smile breaking the hardness of his face. "You don't mind being out in the open ? We could go below where it is warm and dry !"

She tried to shake her head, but the tight hood held her neck on a vice. "No !" she relied quickly, " I love it out here, I feel all snug and safe !"

Another burst of spray hit them and made her gasp, the water streaming down her face. She wiped her eyes with her black gloves, noticing the smell of the rubber and wondering why people did not wear them in the rain, it was much more practical than ruining an expensive pair of leather gloves.

Guy leant toward her, his black outfit shining in the wet. "I have special hoods at the island which you can wear to keep you dry in the rain. They completely protect your face as well."

Gerda wondered what he meant. How could one protect one's face from the rain ? Even a high collar was no protection against a downpour, the rain would make her mascara run and eventually trickle inside her neck.

It was almost with reluctance she saw they were entering a tiny harbour, and the waves subsided. Renato ran the boat towards a smartly painted jetty and expertly reversed until the vessel gently kissed the tyres on the side of the wooden piles. He and Guy jumped ashore with lines to secure the boat. A sleek launch rode at anchor near the jetty.

She stood up and rustled to the rail. "Should I get changed in the charthouse ?" she asked. Guy looked at her strangely. " No, stay dressed as you are. The house is only a few hundred meters from here. I like to see you properly dressed and protected in your suit."

She collected her clothes and stuffed them into one of her suitcases, which Renato carried ashore. Feeling slighly foolish now, she jumped onto the jetty and started to unzip the rubber top.

"Don't touch it" Guy told her quickly. "You are now on my island and subject to its' rules and laws. From now on you will always be dressed in costumes which I will provide and you will consider yourself as my slave. If you behave you will be treated like a queen. That may sound like a paradox, but you will understand better in a few days. Meanwhile you will obey my slightest whim or order, otherwise you will be severely punished."

Gerda listened to him, only half comprehending what he had said, not sure whether to take him seriously, laugh at him or go along with the joke. "My dear master" she said lightly "How romantic of you ! You mean I must consider myself a captive, kidnapped by you, forced to do your bidding or suffer unspeakable tortures ?"

"You understand perfectly" he replied seriously. " I know that you joke now, but you will swiftly learn that what you have said is the exact truth. Now shall we walk up to the house ?"

In silence the two rubber clad figures walked up the path to the house, passing through a small wood and then emerging into a circular driveway, neatly lined with huge clumps of vivid geraniums and hydrangeas. Despite her confused state of mind, Gerda stopped, staring at the villa. It was enormous, built moroccan style with arches and terraces, towering majestically over the Mediterranean.

"Is this really yours ?" she asked in awe, "It's magnificent !"

"Thank you my dear slave. Yes, the villa and the whole island belong to me. This was originally built as a hotel, a resort for millionaires who wanted to get away from it all for a while. Unfortunately, through lack of publicity in the right places, and no doubt a lack of millionaires, it went bankrupt. I bought the whole place some years ago. Ah ! I see your serving maid is waiting for you !"

They walked up the wide steps to the imposing front door, flanked by two high white pillars. Gerda gave a sigh of relief, as the exertion and the heat was making the heavy rubber cling moistly to her skin.

The girl waiting at the door was small and neatly proportioned. She was dressed in a tight black latex suit covering her entire body. Four inch heeled boots in red leather were laced up to the knee. Long red latex gloves came tightly up to her elbows, and a red leather corselet cinched in her waist. A silver chain passed tightly from the front to the back of the corselet, cutting between her legs. A wide leather collar was strapped around her neck, holding her head high.

But Gerda's eyes were riveted on the girls head. It was tightly encased in a black latex hood, leaving only openings for the mouth and two small eye holes. Then she realised that even the mouth was blocked by some sort of gag which was strapped around her head.

Le Compte surveyed the girl critically. "This is Maria, who I have assigned to look after you. She is a good serving maid, but as such is below the level of a slave, and therefore you are her mistress and she must obey you in any way. The maids are always gagged except when off duty in their own dormitory, or when actually inside their Mistresses quarters."

"You must be joking Guy" Gerda said faintly, " you mean she dresses this way all day long ?"

"Of course, unless she has incurred some punishment, in which case she will be much more restrained and heavily dressed. Maria, take your new Mistress to her quarters. Show her around, but do not remove your gag at present. I sent through her dressing instructions - lay them out then leave her until I call you." Maria nodded brightly and curtseyed, and Gerda could have sworn the girl seemed to be enjoying herself. Guy strode into the wide hall, leaving Gerda with no option but to follow, her mind full of indignant queries, wondering if this were all some sort of bad dream. But the warm perspiration inside her booted waders reminded her that she was on Guy's island and very much in her lovers hands.

"Later I will show you around the house. Today, you will be an honoured guest, and tomorrow we will start your training. Meanwhile, go upstairs with Maria and take off your clothes. You may have a bath and then get dressed in the costume she will lay out for you."

Meekly Gerda obeyed - there seemed to be little point in arguing for the moment, and now her outfit was becoming uncomfortably hot and she welcomed the thought of a long cool bath. However the walk to her room was painfully slow. Maria could only take small steps due to the short chain connecting her ankles together.

Gerda's room was vast and elegantly furnished, with two big doors leading out onto a terrace overlooking the sea. In the adjoining bathroom, which would not have disgraced a suite at the Ritz, were bottles of perfume, jars of bath salts and lotions and creams from the best French houses. Dazedly she came back and sat on the bed. With relief she slid down the zip at her chin and pushed back the close fitting hood to allow her long hair to fall free. She still could not believe that this man, who had wooed her and bedded her so tenderly in Paris during the previous eight weeks, could suddenly turn into a stern 'master'.

Maria gestured to the bathroom and Gerda nodded. The maid then crossed to a huge wardrobe and slid back the doors. It was filled with dozens of strange looking costumes, all in rubber or leather. She commenced pulling out various items, sliding them from padded hangers and laying them on the bed.

Gerda slipped off her gloves and made for the bathroom, stripping down her by now dripping tunic and then wriggling out of the chest high waders.

The bath felt wonderful, the perfumed water soothing. Curiously she felt no fear at her predicament, rather a sense of unreality seemed to permeate the entire atmosphere and that she was dreaming the entire incident. perhaps it was all a joke, something he had planned to give her a vicarious thrill which it undoubtedly had. Lazily she dried herself on the huge bath towel and slipped on a silk dressing gown which hung on the back of the door. With a slight shock she realised it was rubber lined, but the cool material against her skin was not unpleasant.

She returned to the bedroom to find Maria had departed. On the bed lay a pair of tiny black pants, made of shining latex. Beside them was a long evening dress and a pair of thin black stockings both in the same material, and a red leather waspie corset and eye mask. On the floor were a pair of high heeled black leather boots.