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Gerda returned to her quarters in a foul mood. Maria grinned through her tight latex mask and started to unlace her mistresses long leather boots.

"How was it, Madam, was it very bad ?"

Gerda regarded her maid thoughtfully. She adored the young prostitute who had been brought to the island two years ago in a beaten up condition, and who now doted in her servitude to rubber, but she was feeling in an aggressive mood, brought on by her own failure by pleading for mercy during suffocation.

"I failed," she said flatly, "I was so confidant I could take it, but I failed, I panicked and begged to be released which made the Executioner very happy, which is what really pisses me off."

Maria made clucking noises of sympathy, starting to unlace the heavy leather corselet. Abruptly, Gerda turned around. "Fetch me a cane !" she ordered.

Puzzled, Maria strapped on her thick gag in order to leave her Mistress's rooms, and within a few minutes returned with three thin pliant cane whips of varying lengths.

"Keep your gag inserted," Gerda said sternly, "You may need it. Now, you've constantly told me you are here to serve me. You bring my breakfast and lay out my costumes and clean and polish them, and at times give me good advice. I'm fond of you but I think I treat you too much as a friend, so now I am going to whip you !"

Maria's eyes were wide through her mask. She nodded obediently, then bent over and touched her toes, causing her form fitting latex uniform to stretch tightly over her bottom, the thin slave chain cutting in between the cheeks of her buttocks holding her rod deep inside.

Gerda picked up the longest cane and swished it through the air. "I'm going to hurt you, Maria, because I am furious with myself. Le Compte told me I could do anything I wanted with you , so you will be suffering for my own weakness. Is that understood ?"

Maria kept in position but raised her masked head and nodded vigorously before visibly bracing herself, legs slightly apart for better balance. Gerda brought the cane down in a wide arc and delighted in the crack as it seared across her maid's bottom.

Maria grunted but remained stiffly in position. Furious, Gerda lashed her again and again, ridding herself of her frustration at having failed her test, equally angry that she was doing this to her friend. She thrashed the tightly latexed bottom until her arm tired, then dropped the cane.

"You may stand up now, Maria. I'm sorry....."

Her maid stood up slowly, in obvious pain, then dropped to her knees in front of Gerda, pressing her masked face mutely against her tight corselet, tears streaming from the eye holes of the mask Gerda undid the gag, giving her permission to speak, With her gloved hand, Maria wiped away the saliva from her mouth.

"Dear Mistress, that was wonderful ! I've wanted you to do this for so many weeks ! You're always so good to me, but I am here to serve you and be punished by you ! I love to be your friend, but I want to be your slave as well, someone to be cruelly whipped when you feel like it, to take away your feelings of guilt or weakness. remember, you can order me to do anything, suffer anything, and I must submit !"

Gerda regarded her with astonishment. "I suppose I knew that, Maria, but I am just beginning to realise that you want it that way ! You are a genuine masochist, aren't you ? You really enjoy being punished ?"

Maria groaned, arms wrapped around Gerda's waist. "Yes, Mistress ! I would have requested to be trained as a slave, but I wanted to serve a woman, not be assigned to some nameless Master. Sometimes I envy you going to your Training, especially when you are heavily dresses in your layers of rubber, and with a thick rod inside of you. Serving maids are only allowed to wear a number 4, I hardly notice it now. I want to feel the pain and ecstasy of a number 7 or 8 being forced into me ! I long to feel the whip cracking viciously across my bottom ! please, Mistress, please treat me as your slave and let me know these delights !"

Gerda regarded her with amazement, her thoughts whirling. "Maria," she said slowly, "I think you just got yourself a deal ! I have discovered a sadistic streak in me and I am sure as hell I can satisfy your needs. Now, before we both get carried away, where and when do I have to report next ?"

Marai stood up slowly, smiling under her tight latex mask. "Thank you, Mistress ! Now under your new advanced training, you only have one or two sessions a day. So you are free until five this evening, when I've to prepare you for a massive enema washout !"

Gerda stared at her maid in horror. "That's absurd ! You give me an enema every morning as part of my normal routine. I can't have another one, surely ?"

Maria shrugged her shoulders helplessly. "I'm sorry, Mistress, but you're now into your top level training and those were your orders. But now your daily whipping is now only every second day."

"I don't like the sound of this" Gerda said morosely. "I preferred to know what I had to suffer each day, even my whipping. What's this ' massive ' enema mean ?"

Maria backed away, embarrassed. "Mistress, I'm not allowed to tell you anything in advance, you know that ! You have three hours grace, why don't you lie down and have a nap, I'll wake you in plenty of time to get dressed. Oh, you haven't had your lunch yet ! I'll bring it up to you - "

Gerda felt the exhilaration of the power of her position race through her, a feeling she had never experience before. "No, Maria ! I don't feel like lunch, and I'm very curious. You've just pleaded with me to punish and ill-treat you as I feel like it. So now I feel like it ! I know you are not allowed to change here, but now I order you to go and change into a costume where I can give you an enema. I'll be curious to see exactly what a 'massive' enema entails !"

Maria looked aghast, her eyes wide behind her mask, "No, Mistress, no please ! I can't-"

"Yes you can. You're my maid and I am giving you a direct order. Report back in twenty minutes. Oh, and bring plenty of straps with you, I may want to turn this room into an operating theatre !"

When Maria had reluctantly re-inserted her gag and departed, Gerda quickly stripped and took a shower, then hurriedly dressed in high heeled white leather boots and a long heavy white latex caftan, delighting in the smooth sensation as it rustled loosely against her naked body. She hung up the enema bag in the bathroom where Maria gave her the daily washout, remembering the first morning when Miss Dodds had needed two instructors to strap her down, then prepared a full litre can of hot soapy water. She knew Maria only gave her a half a litre every day, and again she wondered what a 'massive' enema might consist of. One litre certainly, maybe one and a half ? Impossible to be two litres, perhaps ? She felt mildly excited at the thought of Maria's reaction.

By the electric clock on the wall it was twenty six minutes later when Maria arrived, still heavily gagged through her tight latex hood, and carrying a variety of straps. She was dressed now in a thin grey latex suit and a short min-skirt which covered the cut out bottom. Grey boots and long gloves completed the outfit. Gerda wasted no time.

"Remove your gag, and lie down over the table in the bathroom," she ordered. When her maid was in position she took the straps and secured her to the narrow metal frame, her wrists stretched forward, ankles, thighs, and waist bound tightly by leather straps.

"You were six minutes late, Maria, so I will give you another six strokes with the cane first of all. I am deliberately leaving out your gag so that you can talk to me."

"I understand, Mistress," Maria gasped, "I only want to be your obedient servant. But please, Madam, go easy on the enema, I can't take too much."

Gerda felt an overpowering feeling of delight. At last this was something Maria feared ! She laid down the can and picked up the enema tube, already glistening in grease.

"Surely an experienced serving maid like you can suffer anything a Mistress in training is maid to endure ? Surely you have suffered these massive washouts before ?"

"No, please, I haven't ! Please whip me all you like, however cruelly, but I hate enema's, I can't take them Mistress ! There was panic in her voice, making Gerda feel curiously vicious for almost the first time in her life.

She lifted the skirt of her maids' outfit and slowly slid the enema tube up her bottom, delighting in Maria's helpless squirms and wriggles. She pushed it in, inch by agonising inch, until it would go no further. Then she poured the litre of hot soapy water from the can into the rubber bag and stood back as it gurgled down the tube and into her victim.

Maria strained in her bondage as the water rushed into her, moaning and gasping constantly. Then, to Gerda's astonishment, her pleas changed into cries of pleasure as the bag emptied. "Mistress, dear Mistress, " Maria gasped, "Stop it, I'll take pleasure and I'm not allowed to take pleasure while on duty, please stop it, no more.... oh yes, yes...."

Gerda saw the bag was empty, she had not intended to give her maid any more. But now she refilled it rapidly, making the water hotter and adding a dash of liquid shampoo. She poured half of it into the rubber bag and the gurgling recommenced. Suddenly Maria screamed.

"Mistress ! Mistress ! Yes ! Torture me, please give me more, fill me up, I want it, I need it. I love you, Mistress, give me more, I beg you ! God, I'm taking pleasure.... Argghh..."

Appalled but intrigued, Gerda watched her maid thrash against her bonds as the pleasure overwhelmed her until she finally lay exhausted and limp on the table. Gently, Gerda removed the enema tube and undid the straps, then left the bathroom to allow Maria to relieve herself of the severe washout.

They were both slightly embarrassed when Maria re-appeared fifteen minutes later. She knelt in front of Gerda and pressed her masked head against her caftan. "Forgive me, Mistress, I had no idea it would effect me like that, but I had no right to take a pleasure. Will you punish me severely ?"