Steel and rubber suit | Gerda's story | free bondage stories

The day after Gerda received the final rod, the no.10, inserted in her bottom and causing her to take a memorable pleasure, was her first day of freedom, granted once a week under her new slave status. Also, for the first time, she was no longer chained round the neck to her bed, a task her maid Maria had carried out every night for all the weeks of training.

From force of habit she woke early, her magenta rubber sleeping suit pleasantly warm and slippery between the latex sheets. It was a strange feeling to know she had the whole day free, the first since she had arrived on the island. naturally, she would still have to dress in rubber, but now she was growing to like the material, and imagined it would be strange and uninteresting to wear 'ordinary' clothes again.

She showered and was wrapped in a thick towel when Maria arrived with her breakfast. The saucy maid, a happy soul, removed the gag from her helmet. As usual, she wore her uniform of skin-tight red latex with high heeled boots, a tautly laced corset and the full coverage black latex mask with the name 'Maria' stencilled across the forehead. The tight chain and Rod passing between her legs and padlocked front and back to the corselet, signifying her lowly status, seemed to bother her not at all.

Gerda chewed on a piece of toast while she surveyed her huge collection of costumes hung neat and tidy in her vast wardrobes. "My first free day, Maria, just what shall I wear ? Something light ? Or should I be a good slave and wear something challenging ? Yes, I feel in the mood for a heavy duty costume."

"I must give you your daily enema first," Maria reminded her, "Then why don't you try the heavy black diving suit ? it was only delivered last week, and you've yet to wear it."

"Excellent idea ! The weather's a bit chilly, and I want to explore the island. And just to be sure I will be warm enough, I'll wear my latex working suit underneath."

Twenty minutes later, the enema completed and a thick no. 6 rod chained securely up her bottom, Gerda slipped into her all-over black suit which fir her lissome figure perfectly. Then Maria held up the 'diving' suit while Gerda struggled into it. It was made of a shiny 'Tote' material, very thick and strong, the whole outfit, with integral feet and gloves, weighing nearly eight kilo's. Maria pulled up the heavy zip at the back, locking the high collar into position.

"Phew !" Gerda gasped, "It's like liquid armour ! I hope I never have to wear this as a punishment ! Now, a wide leather belt and strong hip boots, but no stilletto heels as I'll be walking in the woods." Maria brought out high black rubber waders with two inch heels. The outside straps were tightly attached to a heavy belt. Gerda pulled on her slave mask and surveyed herself in the mirror. She bent her legs in the heavy waders and felt her rod mack in its grease. She felt horribly randy.

"Good !" A cape, perhaps, to complete the outfit. The short black rubber one. " When Maria had fastened it on, Gerda felt she presented an interesting appearance, the cape falling saucily to the top of her waders, giving no hint of the heavy suit underneath.

She made her way downstairs, and although it was only 8 in the morning, several slaves were already hurrying to report for their daily training. In the main hall she was surprised to meet Yvette, the top level slave who usually revelled in her exalted position and seldom incurred demerits.

Curious, Gerda halted and addressed Yvette's personal maid. There was no way to communicate with her friend, as she was wearing a steel face helmet, tightly fitted to the contours of her head, the four inch steel collar padlocked at the rear forcing her head to remain proudly erect. Gerda knew she would be heavily gagged underneath the helmet, which had her name in bold letters across the front.

"What happened to slave Yvette, did she not pass the drink test ?" Then Gerda realised the maid was gagged too, a mandatory rule unless in the quarters of her Mistress. Yvette grunted in frustration, the smooth steel helmet preventing any sort of communication. The maid took out her pad and pen and wrote rapidly Mistress passed test, but when taken to her Master she was so drunk she told him to f___ off. Now she has to be hung in chains in her steel costume from the punishment tree.

"Yvette !" cried Gerda, hoarsely, "I'm sorry ! It's my day off, so I'll come and talk to you." Only then did she realise the cruelty of her friends' costume. Over her heavy rubber suit she wore high steel boots making her walk stiff legged, and her torso was encased in a steel leotard, tightened at each side with butterfly screws. Her hands were clamped inside steel gloves, which were locked to the top of her thigh boots. She watched as her friend clanked away to her punishment.

By midday Gerda was regretting - in part - her decision to dress so heavily. At first she had been glad of the extra protection, as the sky was overcast with a cold breeze blowing in off the sea, with an occasional rumble of thunder in the distance. But now, having walked several miles through woods and along winding pathways, her inside suit was wet with perspiration and she could feel puddles of it in her latexed feet. Her face, too, was dripping inside her mask, but she was now so accustomed to such things that it never even occurred to her to remove her helmet. It was one of the few absolutely inflexible rules that slaves were always masked outside their own quarters.

She had almost crossed the small island and turned back along the north shore towards the dreaded ' hanging ' tree. From one enormous branch, growing parallel to the ground, chains and hooks were attached to a pulley system to lift the helpless bodies of slaves off the ground. As Gerda walked along the grassy cliff top, the waves crashing angrily below, she could see Yvette's steel clad body dangling several feet off the ground. Beside her sat an instructor, reading a novel. Again Gerda appreciated that a slave in punishment was never left alone.

As she got closer she could see that the instructor was no.3 which was good news. Although she had no idea what he looked like beneath his mask, she knew he was reasonably sympathetic, not like some of the others. She greeted him cordially.

"Hi ! How long is slave Yvette here for ?"

He put down his book. Despite her love for Guy she thought in her randy state that the instructor looked very sexy in the skin tight green leather costume with high black boots. He stood up, the leather creaking.

"Just over an hour to go. Three hours altogether. We've been having quite a chat !"

"But she is gagged, isn't she ?"

"No, for this punishment the gag is removed in case of emergency. The chains allow little margin for error, and the slave must be able to tell us of any problems, such as the metal costume cutting into her skin."

The steel enclosed body of Yvette swung slowly from the chains in the gusty wind.

"Fernando," it said, "If that's slave Gerda, please take a walk for a few minutes. I'm O.K., quite comfortable, but I'd like to talk to her privately." The words echoed uncannily in the air, the shining face of the helmet remaining inscrutable.

The instructor put down his book on the canvas chair.

"O.K., I'll stretch my legs, but I won't go far in case you need me. Just yell."

When he was out of earshot Gerda asked anxiously, "Is it very bad ? does it hurt a lot ?"

Her friend's muffled laugh came as a surprise. "Gerda, you're really not with it yet ! I'm having a ball ! It's marvellous !" Dubiously, Gerda surveyed the steel encased figure. The chains were hooked to the waist of the steel leotard, and other chains were padlocked to her metal boots, spreading her legs widely. A single chain ran tightly up from a ring in her steel helmet, keeping her head pulled cruelly upwards. Her iron gloves were securely padlocked behind her at the wrists.

"You're enjoying it ?" Gerda asked incredulously.

"Course I am ! I have my punishment pants on, with a number 8 up my arse and a thick dildo in front, and the suit and steel leotard is pushing them so far up they are almost coming out my throat, it's fantastic ! Besides, I love being hoisted, completely helpless, I could stay here all day."

"But you're in trouble with your Master, what will he do when you report again ?"

"He's a dear, he knows I love to be punished, he's threatening to give me a hundred lashes when I return. I hope he does. I love him so much, and for a German he has a wonderful sense of humour. Sometimes, I deliberately do something so bad that he has the excuse to punish me severely, but he always laughs when he thinks of some awful torture. God, it's so marvellous to live this sort of life instead of worrying about work and how to pay the bills. Don't you agree ?"

Gerda was silent for a moment, assessing her own feelings. She recalled her previously frantic, stressful life in Paris rushing here and there as a top model, battling with the dreadful traffic, the constant bitching and backbiting of the other girls, and the lonely nights until Guy came along.

"I suppose you are right in some ways. But I have my love for Guy, even if he is training me as his personal slave. Yes, I have to admit, I've learnt to enjoy the experience of being utterly subjugated, then raised up again as a good slave. Even today, my first "free" day, I'm wearing a hellishly hot suit and loving the constricting feeling of it. I must be mad !"

"No, Gerda" said the anonymous figure hanging in the chains, "You're just starting to appreciate the power and sensuality of bondage in rubber, and the knowledge that you have no responsibilities other than suffering to please your Master. To hell with women's lib, this is like one glorious orgasm which lasts forever !"