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With difficulty, Gerda pulled on the heavy rubber pants. Attached inside were two huge dildo's which she carefully pushed into herself, gasping and moaning with pleasure as the lubricant allowed them to slide slowly inside, stretching her to accommodate them. Six months ago the very idea would have appalled and revolted her, but now it seemed like a normal way of dressing. She grinned at the thought.

"Lovely ! what's next ?"

Maria helped her into a thick and tight latex suit with gloves and feet attached. it had a high stiffened neck, and a hood which Maria left hanging down for the moment. She handed her Mistress a pair of heavy leather pants with lacing up the back. When Gerda had pulled them on, Maria hauled on the laces and pulled them so tight that both the dildos were forced cruelly into Gerda.

"God !" muttered Gerda breathlessly, "I do believe you're a frustrated sadist Maria. But it sure feels marvellous !"

Her maid gave her a weak smile. "I'm sorry, Mistress, but now I have to prepare you're face and head. It won't be very pleasant." She drew on Gerda's slave mask, zipping it tightly into position and tucking the long neck inside the latex suit. Then she took a large ball gag harness and after pushing the ball into her Mistress's mouth, tightened the straps under her chin and behind her head so that she was forced to bite down on it as it was pulled deep into her mouth. After all her training Gerda was used to a severe gag, but mutely gestured as Maria brought across what appeared to be a gas mask. Apart from the long nozzle tube, it had no openings of any kind. Maria pulled it over Gerda's head, tightening the straps at the back. belatedly, Gerda realised it had rubber pads which fit over her ears and the eye pieces were painted over leaving her totally blind. She breathed deeply through the nostril holes of her under mask and smelt the familiar smell of rubber, hearing her breath echo hollowly through the tube of the gas mask.

Maria now pulled up the hood of the thick suit. It only had a two inch aperture at the front, through which she passed the breathing tube of the gas mask. Her Mistress was now totally encased, her head held tightly in three layers of thick rubber.

She guided Gerda along the corridor to the elevator, and they ascended to the top floor which housed the punishment dormitory and the serving maids rooms. The electric clock read one minute to ten when they arrived.

The Executioner, who supervised every major punishment, was waiting for them, two leather clad Instructors standing behind her. She dismissed Maria, and gave a signal to the two men. They piloted Gerda to the centre of the big room, containing eight trestled beds, each supporting an eighteen inch wide plank of wood, six feet long and covered by a thin leather covered mattress.

"Slave Gerda" the Executioner said in a loud voice, knowing the slave could barely hear, "I am about to dress you in the punishment sleeping suit. Then you will be corsetted, very tightly, and afterwards strapped down on your bed for the night. Before I begin, is your breathing satisfactory ?"

Inside her dark and heavy prison, Gerda felt a thrill of delight. Previously the vicious Executioner would not have dreamed of asking her if she was O.K. She was being treated as a responsible slave, who could be trusted to give a truthful answer. She nodded her head twice, the given signal for acceptance when gagged.

Then she felt the incredibly thick sheath being pulled onto her while she sat on a bench, conscious once more of the monsters penetrating her. It seemed to weigh her down like a lead casket. Her arms were inside, and she felt the neck being pulled up tightly. Then she stood up while it was laced and then re-laced into agonising tightness, her arms squashed against her body. She tried to keep her balance, the bottom of the sheath allowing no movement of her feet. She felt someone holding her firmly by the shoulders.

"Now the leather straight jacket," she heard the Executioner command, "And I want it at maximum tightness ! Le Compte has ordered there must be no mercy for this slave."

The steel reinforced leather jacket was wrapped around her from neck to thighs, then tightened and laced up the back until her chest and arms were aching with the pressure, her head held rigid by the tight application of the leather neck over the other hoods and mask. She felt herself being lifted onto the bed, then straps were securing her to the wooden plank, the final waist strap being pulled so tight she felt she was being cut in two.

Gerda tried to move inside her incredible torture outfit. It was impossible, she was unable to move even as much as a finger. Even her toes were tied immovably down to the bench.

"There !," she dimly heard the Executioner say, "I think you will remain secure for the next eight hours. Sleep well, slave Gerda !"

There was silence, and she was in her own particular hell. She had never felt so completely and utterly helpless, incapable of any movement. She felt her saliva bubbling at her widely stretched mouth,a nd dimly heard her laboured breath whistling in and out of the mask tube. She fought back the panic, and resisted the urge to struggle, accepting her training, knowing her Master had ordered it, wanting her to suffer for him in this manner. She lay there in her black cocoon, the tightly inserted phalluses giving her a subtle reminder of past pleasures. She consciously, if somewhat guiltily, worked her vaginal muscles on the intruder in her pussy, the excitement building rapidly. But it wasn't enough to trigger a pleasure, and the heat built up rapidly, adding to her torment. With a muffled sob she gave up.

The blackness swelled and receded, time meaning nothing in her dark, silent world. then suddenly she became aware of a voice intruding on her immense solitude. It was Guy, the swine who had inflicted this on her.

"Sleep well, my lovely slave ! Dream of your tortures and punishments, and of me in the knowledge that the more you suffer, the more I will love you. And, I hope, the worse the punishment, the more you will love me !"

She tried to respond, but could only give out a faint grunt however hard she tried. She heard him speak again.

"I will suffocate you now, slave, and then afterwards you air supply will be connected to an oxygen tank with a light sleeping gas. In the morning when you are released you will suffer no unpleasant after effects apart from a slight stiffness."

She loved him so much at that momentt that she did not realise that her air supply had been cut. Suddenly she was gasping for air, straining against the straps and corset to draw life giving oxygen into her starved lungs, her thickly gloved hands helpless in their bondage.

With a supreme effort she relaxed, holding her breath to show her Master she was not afraid and that she trusted him with her life. She became aware of cool air against her face and gasped gratefully at the pure oxygen, her senses reeling from its' sudden richness, her thoughts becoming startlingly clear. From a vast distance she heard his voice again.

"Good slave, I hoped you would not panic. Now sleep well in your bondage."

The darkness began to spread. She felt she was floating on a calm sea, and Guy was bending over her, naked and sunburnt. Vaguely she was aware of her security and bondage, holding her tightly to her bed, then rhombuses flashed in front of her eyes and she sank into blissful unconsciousness.

I am drifting in a warm wind, a mind without a body, and in more lucid moments I return to that self, imprisoned in its' monstrous bondage, aware of my deep breathing through the thick tube of the gas mask helmet, my only connection to the world outside. My face is numb inside its masks, and I am only dimly aware of the tight harness strapped around my head and chin, forcing the huge ball gag deep into my mouth, holding it cruelly open but at the same time seeming totally proper, for I have no wish to attempt to speak or cry out.

Then my mind wanders again, free as a bird and somehow disturbed by that, longing to feel the tight corsage of my implements of training and punishment. I am kneeling, nude and humiliated in front of my beloved Master, begging him to dress me in heavy rubber and torture me for appearing naked in front of him.

My mind stirs lazily and wonders if this can truly be me - Gerda - the spoilt, pampered model with the world at her feet, now working towards her top level slavehood and glorying in every moment of it.

At some point in my total blackness, when my spirit has returned to a vague consciousness in my helpless body, I become aware of the Executioner speaking, presumably to an Instructor. The voice vibrates as if in an echo chamber, "Cover her completely with a restraining sheet and lace it up to maximum tightness - we must keep her very warm."

I feel a heavy crackling rubber sheet being pulled over my body and head, the breathing tube being pulled through a small hole in the thick material. Once more the heat rapidly builds to insufferable levels. Then I am drifting away again, divorced from reality.

Now there are nightmares, horrifying but strangely sexual. My maid Maria is strapped over a whipping block and I am lashing at her pert bottom with a vicious six foot whip, feeling my big rod slide in and out with every movement. I am screaming, on the verge of pleasure, revelling in the twitch of her tightly rubbered bottom each time the whip cracks across her buttocks. Is this really me, who would never dream of inflicting pain on another human being ?

Suddenly I am conscious again, feeling pure cold oxygen flooding into my heavy mask. I try to move my body, and my hands, but there is only a pleasant numbness. My gag is salivating and my face inside my working mask is streaming in perspiration. The oxygen has cleared my mind, and for a few moments I am aware of my situation, aware that I am buried inside my rubber and bonds, totally unable to move a muscle.

Now the sweet smell of gas infiltrates my mask, my senses reel, nad blackness becomes my silent friend....