Dressed as maid and bound | Gerda's story | free bondage stories

Next day, Gerda resumed her increasingly severe training.. Her new whipping suit had only one thickness of heavy latex and the now standard 150 strokes hurt abominably, keeping her bottom permanently red, although only the final 5 strokes were delivered at full strength to create new weals across her bottom. But her daily breast beating, delivered with the light balsa cane, was a more subtle torture as the Instructor invariably ordered the serving maid to put the dreaded machine on her so that her nipples hardened and through the final strokes she would be driven to a huge pleasure.

The days passed and the weeks slipped by. No TV or radio was allowed, even calendars being forbidden. Gerda had formed a close friendship with Yvette and Marcia, and now felt proud at being able to enter the rest room and be treat as an equal.

It was seven in the evening on day, her daily training finished, when Maria entered the rest room and came hurrying over to where Gerda was sitting. As usual, the serving maid was securely gagged when outside her Mistress's quarters. She handed over a note.

Dear Mistress, I have orders to dress you for dinner with your Master, so don't go to the dining room. You have to report at eight, so can you come upstairs now ?

Gerda regarded her maid fondly, wondering how she could serve through the day and every day so securely and severely gagged through her tight mask. She felt a thrill of expectation that she was to dine with Guy, secretly hoping he would make love to her again as she was now a fully qualified slave, although not yet in the final top level category. She wondered when the next 'test' would be inflicted on her.

She waved farewell to her friends at the bar amid ribald comments and innuendo, and took the elevator up to her rooms on the forth floor, delighting in the swish of her latex caftan and the subtle play of the rod up her bottom. She had dined with Guy on a number of occasions and each time had been allowed to remove her mask and gloves, a singular honour.

As soon as Maria entered her quarters ahe removed her gag, thankfully placing the large rubber wedge on a table. "Dear Mistress," she said hurriedly, "This is not going to be pleasant for you. Le Compte is in a filthy mood and it could be a trying evening ! Please, please, go along with it, you're doing so well it would be a shame to blot your copybook now by getting angry and difficult. Promise ?"

Gerda looked at her maid with affection. "Of course I won't ! What's so terrible about tonight ? I've had dinner with him several times and had no problems. Why should it be any different this time ?"

Maria's masked face allowed of no expression, but her voice conveyed her doubts. "Two of the serving maids tried to escape on the provisions boat today, Mistress. They were found, of course, but it's the first time anyone has actually tried to get off the island, and Le Compte is taking it as a personal affront. He feels he has failed somehow. Of course, they'll be horribly punished, but nobody has even wanted to escape after the first few weeks."

"O.K., so the boss-man's ego has been hurt ! I'll soothe his shattered nerves, now just get me dressed. Anything special ?"

"Yes, Mistress, he wants you dressed tonight as a classical Parisien whore !"

With increasing misgivings, despite her words, Gerda dressed in the outfit Maria laid out. High black latex stockings, a number 6 rod chained up her bottom covered by thin latex pants, a short and skin tight black rubber dress, high necked and long sleeved, the hem barely covering the top of her stockings. Long black gloves and six inch high heeled patent shoes were added. A red belt in heavy leather pulled in her waist to a sexy 19 inches. She adjusted the neck of her latex mask over the high collar of the dress, and surveyed herself in the full length mirror.

She had to admit it looked good. Her long legs and slim figure accentuating the form fitting costume, her breast straining against the black rubber. She took a few careful steps across the room in her high heels, the tight dress combining with the shoes to make he steps small one. She felt the rod move in its' grease, giving the usual thrill, and suddenly felt immensely aware of the power of her position and sex. She turned to Maria.

"Gag yourself, and lead on ! I have a feeling it will be an interesting evening !"

She sat in a deep leather armchair in Guy's private drawing room, tastefully furnished with antiques and with two walls lined with bookshelves. Above the Adam fireplace hung a Durer and two Fragonards, and to one side three small Chagalls modestly adorned the door to a concealed bar.

Le Cmpte was not dressed in his usual form fitting leather suit, which she adored. Instead he was clad in a tight latex sweater witha roll top neck, a jacket of smooth rubber, and sinister heavy rubber breeches tucked into gleaming riding boots, all in polished black. As he brought across his glass of whisky the costume rustled loudly.

"No doubt you have heard that two serving maids tried to escape today ?" he said irritably. "You know why ? Because Miss Dodds had refused their application to be trained as slaves ! Incredible !"

Gerda wished he would offer her a drink. "That was the only reason, master ?" ( How easy it is, she thought, to address her lover as such - how much has changed in the last months !) "They were really trying to get back at the mainland ?"

"No ! They were dissatisfied with their servitude, they want to be trained as top level slaves and to meet a rich master ! Well, first they will suffer for their insolence and disobedience, then we may see if they are slave material. I thought this might amuse you !"

He pressed a bell on the mantelpiece, and in a few seconds two Instructors carried in the serving maids. Grda stared at the sight. They were both dressed in heavy white rubber suits, and were secured back to back. They myriad of straps held them together at booted ankles, calves, knees, thighs, pelvis, waist, breasts, shoulders and neck. Heavy rubber straight jackets tightly bound their crossed arms over their chests. The thik rubber hoods were latticed by a cruel harness gag, with only nose tubes through which to breathe. They were carried over to a heavy wooden apparatus at the rear of the room, attaching a hanging chain through metal rings on top of their gag - harness and padlocking it up tightly so that the wretched girls were forced to stand on their booted toes.

"We'll find out just how much punishment they can take !" Guy said angrily, "Serving maids are usually too scared to become slaves, lacking the responsibility. It's difficult for you to see, but they are wearing number seven V shaped joined Rod up their bottoms, so every movement one makes is reflected up the rear of the other. Their pressure gags are blown up to the maximum, so at least I will dine without any interruption."

Gerda watched her Master, sensing his anger and cruelty, macking gently on her rod and longing to assuage his pain. She felt sexually weak as she heard his black breeches rustle and crackle as he paced the room. He turned on her suddenly.

"You're a bitch, slave Gerda ! You're trying to defy me ! You passed you're first training test easily and now you think you know it all. We'll see about that ! From now on you will receive special treatment. I'll break you down before you can become my personal slave. Tonight you will kneel between my legs whilst I dine !"

An hour later a much chastened Gerda was allowed to stand stiffly at attention while her Master finished his dinner, dispensed by one of the waitress serving maid. Her knees ached, and her mask was running with perspiration from being clamped between Guy's heavy breeches. Several times she had felt his Supreme Master stir inside the black rubber, and willingly she would have given him pleasure but she sensed his anger would not allow him to indulge himself at the moment.

She stood before him in her gleaming costume while he helped himself to a coffee at a side table. The only sound was the muffles groans of the tightly hung serving maids as they swung on tip toe, strapped helplessly together, the rods teasing each other as they moved. Le Compte leaned forward and felt Gerda's rod inside the firm latex pants. Despite her annoyance at not being allowed to dine with her Master, she swayed forward in ecstasy as he pushed it further into her bottom.

"You like your rod, slave ?"

"yes, Master" she moaned, "I love my rods, the bigger the better ! I feel naked without them. Please take me again soon !"

"I will," he murmured, "Meanwhile your second stage of training will be increased in severity. I want you to be able to accept any degree of pain and punishment. Tomorrow you will report to the Executioner to receive advance suffocation. But tonight you will spend in the punishment dormitory.

Unexpectedly he stood up, taking her in his arms and kissing her gently through her mask. "Always remember in your torment that I love you deeply. But I must do this, you must suffer more than any other slave so that you are the ultimate, the finest top level slave looked up to by all as Le Compte's personal slave. remember that always ! Now you may sit and drink a cognac before you leave for your ordeal.

In a euphoric daze of delight and love, Gerda sank into a deep armchair. Just so long as he was hers, and said so, she would suffer anything at his hands. She felt wildly happy, a deep content stealing through her body. She could face any torture or training now, knowing that her Master loved her.

Still smiling happily she returned to her quarters. Maria had already received her instructions from Miss Dodds and was laying out her costume. She undressed and happily pirouetted dressed only in her stockings, rod and mask. The thick rod, chained loosely up her bottom front and back to a leather belt and securely locked on, macked deliciously in its grease until she felt close to pleasure. She controlled herself and allowed Maria to unlock her to take a quick shower.

Maria scolded her when she returned from the bathroom. "Please, Mistress, don't fool around ! You only have a few minutes before you have to report ! Don't drink any water because there is no way to relieve yourself once you are secured down for the night. here, slip into these pants, I've greased them thoroughly.