Chain and rubber | Gerda's story | free bondage stories

Very soon Gerda realised that the successful passing of her first exam meant that her training became much more severe. Now she was allowed only one thickness of rubber for her daily whipping, and soon her bottom was permanently red and smarting from the 150 strokes she received every morning. Her demerits, also, were increased for the slightest infraction of the rules. Within a week she had chalked up the fatal 100, and was ordered to see Miss Dodds for her punishment. She knelt meekly as the woman studied her demerit chart.

"Dear me, slave Gerda, such a lot of little violations, surely you are losing your concentration ? Forgetting to knee before leaving the room, splitting a finger of your glove, appearing with powder visible on your black suit - quite atrocious. I think to help you concentrate we will put you into a chastity chain for 24 hours ! Gerda winced. Her friend Yvette had worn one recently and the final hours had been torture as there was no way she could relieve herself in the toilet. Miss Dodds signed the requisite form and Gerda headed for the dreaded punishment chamber.

Her spirits sank even lower when she saw instructor 7 on duty. He was one of the meanest and she knew she would receive no mercy from him. She handed him the instructions and stood to attention, her wrists clasped behind her back and her legs about 18 inches apart in the approved fashion.

"Take off your belt," he said with a grim smile, then opened one of the cupboards and took out a long length of thick chain. He fastened the first part tightly around her waist and padlocked it, then brought the remainder between her legs, up through the waist chain and back again through her crotch, Gradually he tightened it until she was moaning in pain as the chain dug deeply into her crotch. With an effort he secured the end of the chain to her waist with another padlock. "There, if I had my way you would have to do a two mile walk in that, at double speed !"

With difficulty she knelt and kissed his leather encased bottom before leaving the room. It was agony to take even the tiniest of steps, the chain cutting into her like a knife. She made her way to the rest room, where she could have a drink as she was now off duty.

Several other slaves were already there, some in the normal 'uniform', others in some minor form of punishment bondage. Her friend Yvette seemed to be in trouble. She was wearing a heavy latex suit and her gloved hands were padlocked to a steel waist belt. On her head was a punishment hood, breathing through nostril tubes and a 'filler' gag secured in her mouth. The filler tube passed through the gag, which meant she was forced to swallow anything poured into the outside holder.

Gerda stood at the bar, unable to bear the thought of trying to sit on a stool. Marcia, elegant in tight red latex and boots, was brooding over a vodka martini. "What happened to Yvette ?" asked Gerda, knowing she was a top level slave are rarely incurred any demerits.

Marcia grinned through the mouthpiece of her tight mask. "Nothing much. It's her Master's idea of a joke. She refused an extra glass of champagne in his chalet, so now she has to be forcibly given a drink every hour for twelve hours while he is having a good night's rest. If she can go to him under her own steam, all well and good. If she has to be carried, then she is to be sobered up with a heat treatment. Personally, I think she is having a ball. She can drink like a fish when she wants to !"

Yvette was listening and nodded her head, unable to speak. With the limited mobility allowed to her hands, she pointed at Gerda's chains.

"Yes," said Gerda miserably, "24 hours and already I feel I want to go to the loo ! God, it's tight ! I'll have to eat dinner standing up." But even as she complained, she felt almost proud. The rest room, with it's sofa's and attractive bar, was almost a club, to which she now honourably belonged. Gone was here white belt of novicehood. Now she could hold her head up in the company of these slaves, who had suffered all that she had suffered. She ordered a drink from the rubber 'bunny' serving behind the bar and pointed to a girl sitting in an armchair.

"Who's that ? She hasn't got a name on her hood. New ?"

"Yes, came in yesterday. Apparently she was very difficult, bit two instructors and refused to kneel. Now they are taming her. Her hands, as you can see, are strapped between her crotch, and her breathing mask has been reduced to the bear minimum. That's why she is panting so much. I think they give her two hours of that before she is put to bed in a punishment sleeping suit."

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Gerda shuddered. She had heard of the punishment sleeping suits which rendered the wearer totally incapable of any movement, gagged and blindfolded. She looked at the girl with pity, knowing that one of the biggest sins was to touch another slave or alleviate her suffering.

The door opened and an instructor, slim in his all encasing green leather uniform and black boots, entered. He came over to the bar and the serving maid handed him a glass of neat brandy. Gerda, Yvette and Marcia stood strictly to attention. Without a word he poured the drink slowly into Yvette's filler, watching as she swallowed it. He made a note of the time on his work-pad, then left the room. Yvette swayed slightly on her feet, but winked at Gerda through her eye-holes.

"Four more, I think," Marcia said to Yvette. "Will you make it ?" Yvette nodded vigorously, jokingly offering her hooded head for another drink. Gerda wandered over to the new slave.

"Cheer up !" she said brightly, "Just relax, they don't intend to kill you, just breathe slowly and deeply, you'll get used to it ! " The girl looked up with gratitude, her gloved, shackled hands twitching between her legs.

Gerda retired to bed early, hoping that sleep would ease the pain of the tight restricting chains.

It was sheer luck which spared Gerda a highly unpleasant 24 hours in her chains. At eight in the morning she was desperately needing to pee, which would mean relieving herself inside her thick latex working suit. The penalty would be severe, apart from the shame and discomfort. Her limit had almost been reached when Maria arrived with her breakfast and her orders for the day. She also had the key to her padlocks. She struggled briefly to remove her gag.

"I can unlock you, Mistress, because you have to report in one hour for rod training. Please hurry, I must give you an enema and get you dressed !" Gerda needed no urging once the chain had been unlocked.

Fifty minutes later, enema-ed, showered and having eaten a hasty breakfast, she dressed in the costume Maria had laid out. First, a thin white rubber suit, with a heart shaped hole cut out over her bottom. Then a short red jacket of red vinyl, rubber lined, and finally very long black leather boots with the usual high heels, and her mask and gloves.

She felt curiously naked as she hurried downstairs, knowing that the jacket was so short that it barely covered her cut out bottom. She wondered what the final rod training consisted of as she had worn a rod so many times. Surely it could not be something even larger ? She presented herself at the main training chamber with some apprehension. With dismay she saw the executioner waiting for her, dressed in skin tight black latex from head to toe, her face completely masked, recognisable only by the long blonde hair escaping from the back of the helmet. She wasted no time, pointing to a white steel apparatus in the centre of the room.

"Your hands and feet in the stocks, slave, and get your legs straight."

With difficulty, Gerda stood on the steel platform and bent over. A serving maid hurried across and clamped shut the wrist and ankle bars, locking her into a highly uncomfortable position. Gerda's bottom was high in the air, the short jacket riding up and exposing the white latex undersuit. It was difficult to keep her balance, although the abbreviated stock was so heavy there was no chance of falling over. Instinctively she bent her knees, easing the cramped position, then screamed involuntarily as a whip slashed across her bottom.

"Keep your knees straight !", the executioner hissed, "Otherwise I'll fix you into steel trousers for the rest of the day ! Get your arse right up into the air !"

With an effort Gerda managed to comply with the order. Dimly she heard movement around her as two serving maids, heavily aproned over their rubber uniforms, moved too and fro. She felt warm grease being applied to her bottom through the hole in her suit. She gasped at the sensation as more grease was forced up her back passage under pressure. Then a large ball gag was forced into her mouth and strapped tightly around her helmet.

"For your own good, slave, the entry of the final rod will hurt, even after all your gradual training. But don't forget, once you have accepted this, you will be ready and prepared for your own Master, for the Supreme Master !"

Next moment the executioner was holding a huge rod in front of her face, grinning wickedly. For a moment she forgot her training and struggled to free herself from her bonds but with a predictable lack of success. Then she was writhing helplessly and vainly trying to scream for mercy as the huge no. 10 rod was pushed slowly and relentlessly into her. The executioner was almost sympathetic. "Relax, slave, accept it, don't fight it. Think of your Master entering you this way, slowly and implacably."

Suddenly it was in and sliding smoothly up into her. Now her gagged screams were of ecstasy. She rode on the huge rod, never wanting it to be removed, the orgasm rapidly building inside her, knowing that this was one of the greatest sensations on Earth. She bent and stretched as much as she was able, shoving cruelly down on the massive rod, trying through the gag to thank the executioner, to make her understand it was alright, to show her love for Guy.

The executioner smiled to herself inside her tight mask. She, too, knew that ecstatic feeling. She was pleased with slave Gerda, although she would never show it. She leant forward and pushed the huge rod further in as she felt Gerda's orgasm begin.