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Gerda followed the serving maid down a long corridor, dimly aware of her latex costume wet with perspiration from her frantic struggles in the bondage chair, hearing the crackle of the wide heavy shame pants which proclaimed she was a new slave. She tried to shake her head to feel the familiar heaviness of her long hair, still not believing it had been cut off, but the tight hood and the steel neckband held her head rigidly still. Her tears were obscuring the glass eyes of the mask, and for a moment she stopped and rested against a wall.

The maid came back and touched her arm. Unable to speak because she, like all the other maids, was gagged, she motioned Gerda to keep following her. They descended some stairs, richly carpeted, and reached a large oak door. The maid knocked three times then motioned to Gerda to enter.

The room was huge and like a vision from hell. Gerda paused inside the door and felt sick to her stomach as she looked around. There were no windows and neon lighting glared down from the ceiling and walls and a bank of lights, like those in an operating theatre, brilliantly illuminated the table with straps, the wooden cross, the steel pillory and several other strange devices which occupied the main part of the room. Round the walls were racks of whips, from long bull-whips down to leather ct-o-nine tails to short canes. In glass shelves and cabinets, as if on proud display, were gags and masks and tubing of all shapes and sizes. In a corner stood two oxygen cylinders on a stand. hanging on a frame in a corner was a shining suit of armour with long steel thigh boots.

The maid gently took her arm and indicated that she should cross to a door at the side. Again the maid knocked three times, then bent and kissed Gerda's rubber covered knee and left.

The door opened and automatically, as if in a trance, Gerda entered. this room was totally different. It was a small, tastefully furnished study. Le Compte closed the door and motioned to her to sit in a large vinyl armchair. He was dressed in his tight fitting suit of white leather and black boots, his tanned face smiling down at her.

"Come in, dear slave. I want to have a talk before we proceed further. Your usual sherry ?"

Wordlessly she sat, suddenly aware again of the greased rod chained into her bottom and the tight leather corset encircling her waist. Her hands were wet and slippery inside her latex gloves. The stiletto spikes of her shoes dug into the thick carpet.

She licked her dry lips, the mouth slit of the mask pulling against them. "Something stronger, please. Do You know what they did with me ? That dreadful woman cut off my hair. Why Guy ? What have I done ?"

He handed her a balloon glass of cognac. Thankfully she sipped it, feeling the strong brandy warm her inside. He sat down opposite her, his face sympathetic.

"I know its' a shock, but we have a strict rule here that no slave has long hair which can catch in zips or bondage. Besides, it shows vanity, and like a nun, the first thing you must learn is to sink your own identity into slavehood. Also, your new mask now fits perfectly. Have you looked at your new identity yet ?"

He brought across a hand mirror and held it in front of her face. The shiny mask fitted without a wrinkle, and she stared at the gleaming black face with the inlaid glass eyes through which she could see easily but nobody could see her. Across the forhead her name was stencilled in white letters, and she knew at the back of her head her number, 21, would identify her from behind. Only the small opening at the mouth and two small breathing holes at the shaped nose gave any indication there was a living human being beneath the layer of rubber.

"You will start your training now" Guy said quietly, "But I have instructed that this first day to be easy for you. You will be given only fifty lashes for your daily whipping, and you will be left ungagged for your leisure period in the slaves' rest room, so you can find out more of what to expect from the other slaves. But tomorrow your full training will commence and you will receive demerits and punishment like any other slave if you fail to co-operate or break the rules. I cannot make exceptions just because I brought you here, and you are to be my personal slave."

She felt exhausted and wanted to cry. "But why, Guy, we had such a good time in Paris, don't you love me anymore ?"

He leant forward and gently fondled her masked head. "It's because I love you that I'm going to train you and show you what real ecstasy is ! I'm going to raise you to heights of sustained pleasure and pain which you have never dreamed possible. All I ask for the moment is that you try hard, very hard, to assimilate what you are being taught, however much it may shock and hurt you. Remember always that pain can be turned into rare pleasure, and that you are suffering for my sake. The more you love me, the more you will accept such pain as your due. you will be proud to accept more and more suffering to prove that love. And you will be rewarded with pleasures that will leave you utterly exhausted but begging for more !"

She finished her brandy, feeling light headed and slightly stronger. "Will I see you often ?"

"Not at first, my love. Some special training will be carried out by me, and I shall be correctly attired. But I will be with you always in my heart, and each day I will follow your training and suffering very closely. At the end of two weeks, if you are behaving, then we shall dine together with our masks removed."

He stood up and pressed a bell on the desk. "Now you must go. And remember what I said !" he kissed her briefly on the top of her gleaming head. There was a triple knock on the door. "That will be Maria. She will take you to your new quarters and prepare you for your first whipping. Good luck !"

Wearily, Gerda stood, her costume wet inside, her shame pants rustling loudly. She crossed to the door. Le Compte called to her softly.

"Slave, never, never leave a room without making obeisance."

Slowly she turned, then with a faint sob lnelt in front of him, burying her face in his crotch covered in white leather. He stroked her head.

"Very good, slave. But remember, for an instructor you kiss his boot or his bottom. Only to me, your Master, do you kiss in front."

Several minutes late Maria had led her to the slave quarters near the top of the big house. At the end of another long corridor Maria unlocked a door marked '21'. when they were in the room Maria unstrapped her gag and pulled it out. Gerda was surprised at the size of it.

"You have to wear that all day ? It's impossible !"

Maria smiled through her mask, carefully wiping the black rubber wedge and laying it on a table. "Whew, that's better ! Oh, you get used to it in no time. I'm only allowed to take it off when we're in your quarters,, so that i can explain things to you. Now, this is your changing room, large and comfortable, and those sliding doors and drawers contain all your personal costumes. There's also a bathroom and a bedroom. The bedroom, I'm afraid, is less comfortable and very functional. Over here is your boot and shoe cupboard." She crossed and opened a double door. Gerda gave an exclamation of surprise. Several pairs of long thigh boots hung from hooks, in black leather, black patent, red leather with laces and eyes, some with long zips. One in heavy stiff leather had two steel rods up the side through loops, and about twenty tiny straps up the back.

To one side were about a dozen pairs of shoes, all with high stiletto heels from about three inches to a towering seven. Most were in shiny black patent or vinyl, a few in bright red. beside them stood several knee-high boots, like a row of soldiers on parade. Incongruous and somewhat out of place, a heavy pair of black rubber waders also hung from the hangers, complete with thick two inch heels.

"You'll find that they are all in two sizes," explained Maria, "One size is your own, the other is bigger to allow for a tick overall suit or stockings. Now here is your glove drawer." She opened a long drawer in a chest and revealed everything from elbow length thin latex gloves in all colours to heavy rubber gloves to to the shoulders with straps attached.

Maria led the way into a pleasantly large bathroom decorated entirely in black apart from a white ceiling. There was both a bath and a shower, a large basin, a toilet and bidet, all in black. Another door brought them to a bedroom.

Gerda was dismayed. It was no more than ten feet long by nine wide and contained nothing but a narrow bed with high metal frames at each end. At the four corners were attached metal cuffs with chains. The bed was covered in gleaming rubber sheets.

"It's not too bad," said Maria cheerfully. "Normally the bracelets and the ankle bands are not used, unless you are in punishment. But every night until you pass your first level exam I have to chain you around the neck to the top of the bed. But it's a long thin chain, ant you can reach the toilet if you want."

Again Gerda felt the rage and helplessness well up inside her. To be chained to her bed like a dog in its' kennel ! She thought of her apartment in Paris with its' king sized bed and silk sheets.

"Can't I even have some ordinary bed clothes ? How can I sleep between hot rubber sheets !"

Maria smiled sympathetically. "It's not too bad, you soon get used to them. You'll be dressed in rubber as well, and for the first two nights you'll have to keep the mask on as well. That takes more getting used to. But in a few weeks you will get more comfortable quarters."

"Oh my god !" Gerda exclaimed, remembering suddenly the Executioners orders that the mask was to stay on for two days. "I can't ! I'll suffocate ! I hate anything on my face."

Maria spoke warningly. "Mistress, please accept what they order, otherwise you will be punished until you do. They'll put you into the punishment sleeping suit and manacle you spread-eagle on you back, with a tight gag and blindfold. That isn't funny. I've had it done to me, and after a while the cramp in your arms is agonising and then it really is difficult to sleep !"