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Gerda could only laugh. "You're incredible, my little Maria, you deserve a medal for a performance like that ! But at least I know now that I can suffer through one and a half litres - I think ! But I'm afraid I won't be able to have an orgasm with it !"

It was only shortly after two in the afternoon, nearly three hours until Gerda had to report for the next part of her training. Her sadistic tendencies had disappeared like they had never existed, and now she felt the need for masochistic re-assurance. She remembered something Maria had suggested earlier.

"Maria", she said, deciding quickly, "I want you to put me into strict meditation for a couple of hours, till it's time to get ready. A number 8 rod, a heavy latex suit, then a tight leather sheath. A thick gag, the leather lace up hood over it. Maximum bondage on the table. Then every quarter of an hour you put the vibrator on the sheath for five minutes. Got it ?"

Maria leapt up. "Oh yes, Mistress ! You're so right ! It's the best way to relax and prepare yourself !"

Later Gerda was not so sure of her decision. She was helplessly encased in a thick latex suit, a huge greased rod inside her, and her arms strapped inside the heavy leather sheath enclosing her from feet to neck. A wide gag held her jaws open and pulled viciously tight by a Maria obviously intent on a little revenge. Over it a leather hood, tightly laced over her own mask cut her off from the world, leaving only two small nostril tubes through which to breathe. She was strapped securely down to the same table earlier occupied by her maid, just able to work the rod slightly inside of her.

She let herself drift into the now familiar darkness of the true slave in bondage, able to relax but feeling the ecstasy of her tight bondage, knowing that there was no escape. She loved the discipline of the gag, biting hard on it, aware there was no way to force it out of her mouth against the tight straps pulling viciously at the corners of her mouth, saliva bubbling and wetting the inside of the masks.

She jumped in surprise as she suddenly felt the vibrator against her rubber and leather covered crotch, Then sensation slight against the double thickness. She realised she was thrilled at being so helpless in her tight bondage, able to breathe only though two small nostril tube, while Maria aroused her with the machine. She tried to work out how a somewhat prim and proper model could change in such a short time into someone who volunteered for her current predicament when all coherent thought was swept away as the sensations from the vibrator built her towards an orgasm, her body quivering in expectation.

Masochistic thoughts flooded through her, and she strained against her bonds. She saw herself as a highly trained slave, ready and willing to obey without question any order of her beloved Master, revelling in his cruelty and begging for her punishments and trials. She was aware of her total addiction to the wearing of rubber, to the sight of its' smooth skin and exciting creak and rustle, and the soft yet constricting feeling of moulded latex, outlining to such good effect every curve of her body, the superb restraint of long thigh boots laced tightly up with high heels forcing her up on her toes, and above all to the feeling of her rods macking in and out of her with every step and movement. Even the horrors of suffocation were becoming a thrill to look forward to, and the searing pain of the whip across her rubber covered bottom which now swifly became the most ecstatic of feelings after all her training.

Abruptly the vibrator ceased, the five minutes were up. She tried to communicate to Maria, to beg her to keep the machine on her, her body hovering on the brink, but the gag and bondage made it impossible. Struggling for enough air through the narrow tubes, she relaxed back into her bondage.

Here I am, a 27 year old ex-model living the high life until I met and fell in love with Guy. Now look at me ! At my own bidding, in my own free time I am encased in rubber and bondage, a thick rod up my arse ( God, it feels good !), knowing that in a short time I have to report to be given a huge enema. Me, who hated the idea of a washout ! Now the very idea excites me, although I hope and pray I will be able to handle it without making a fool of myself and embarrass everyone. I wonder if the Executioner, blonde bitch that she is, will give it to me. I must admit that if I was lesbian inclined, she would be my choice, there is something horribly sexy and attractive about her ruthlessness and cruelty. And she has one helluva figure, tall and dominating, especially in that Gestapo outfit I saw her in the other day, black rubber breeches crackling, polished leather boots and long rubber coat. She would make me kneel in front of her and bury my face against her coat, holding my face in place while tapping a thin vicious whip against my arse. God, I feel randy, what in hell's name is Guy doing to me ? I am beginning to understand what Yvette's been trying to tell me, that nobody wants to leave the island, despite the punishing regime.

Gerda lay helpless, on the brink of orgasm, realising she had devised her own punishment by ordering Maria to put the vibrator on her for only five minutes at a time. She took as deep a breath as she could, and forced herself to relax, but her mind was now highly tuned to her own masochism and she moaned with abandoned pleasure, her inner mak wet with perspiration, her body wetly struggling in the tight bondage.

She tried her best to calm her raging emotions, and again examine her chaotic feelings.

Let's face it, Gerda, you are never going back to that false and hypocritical life in Paris. Guy was right when he said I had the makings of a real slave, and now I can admit it to myself ! I want to be a slave, his slave. And let's be honest for the moment, I adore the feeling of this strange material, whether its' heavy rubber or clinging latex or sleek vinyl. The thought of wearing a chiffon evening dress now makes me puke ! And I love the anonymity of a tight mask, and the cruel feeling of a huge gag preventing me from making any protest ! Most of all, I find my rods are a fantastic turn on, a constant sexual reminder of my slavery. I really feel undressed now if I have to report without a rod !

In fact, I am rapidly becoming the perfect slave, and it's time I faced myself and admitted my life is splendid. I even have my own serving maid, who begs me to work off my sado-masochistic tendencies on her. How can one be both masochistic and sadistic ? Who cares ? I'm loving every minute of it !

But I am faintly worried about my attitude to the Executioner. That beautiful blonde bitch attracts me enormously, although I fear her more than any of the instructors. She knows it, too, her lesbian instincts sense that there are moments when I could happily kneel and serve her and take a pleasure doing so. But if I did, what would my Master think ?

I'm very confused. Can I be lesbian with someone I both hate and fear and still hopelessly in love with Guy ?

As a good slave, I should just obey orders and have no responsibilities. Certainly I should not be having these thoughts, but I am still me, and Guy once said a perfect slave must be both intelligent and proud.

Gerda's thoughts dimmed into confusion as Maria obediently applied the machine to her crotch once again, the subtle vibrations making her shudder in ecstasy, thanking the fate which had brought her to this Paradise island....