Training in rubber and lether | Gerda's story 28 | free bondage stories

Gerda was feeling in a blissful, excited mood as she showered and began to dress for her training session after spending two hours in meditation while Maria had applied the once feared, now welcomed vibrator machine on her at fifteen minutes intervals, bringing her repeatedly to the brink but never quite over the edge. As a result she was horny as hell.

"A massive enema, " she chuckled as she slid into the tight latex suit with the bottom cut out. "What would you think that means, Maria ? I gave you one and a half litres and you hardly blinked. Normally I have almost a litre every morning, who are they trying to scare ?"

The question was purely rhetorical as Maria was unable to answer. Following Gerda's instructions, and with permission from Miss Dodds, Maria was being punished for taking pleasure while on duty. her head was encased in a skin tight leather hood, with tiny eye holes and with a high stiff collar inhibiting any head movement. It held a large thick penis gag deep down into her throat. Her latex suit had her buttocks cut out revealing her cheeks red from the caning. And around her waist and between her legs was a heavy leather chastity belt holding a dildo and number 5 rod in her, in response to her wishes earlier, and locked with a heavy padlock.

Grda knew final training would be severe, and they would try to extend it beyond her limits, to break her down. Abruptly she felt angry at herself for giving in during suffocation but this evening would be different. Even with a huge washout she was confident of coping with it - when you were full, you were full. Unpleasant of course, but not something to fear or plead for mercy.

Maria finished lacing the high thigh boots and black corset around her waist. Gerda pulled on her mask and gloves, and then cruelly pushed against the base of Maria's dildo so that it was forced deeply into her. Air exploded in response from Maria's nostril tubes and a low moan issued from behind the hood. "Remember, Maria, no pleasures while on duty !"

Leaving a visibly trembling Maria behind, she was in a good mood as she took the elevator down to the main training room. She wondered how Maria would cope the rest of the evening. Normally Maria had superb control, but today had been more than usually arousing. Her short cape swished sexily against her as she strode along in the high heeled boots and tight corset, feeling on top of the world. Amused at herself, she regretted the absence of a thick rod macking up her bottom.

She reported to the training room, which in the early days had struck fear into her, with its strange torture and training posts and machines, and its antiseptic aura of an operating theatre. The whips hanging on the wall were now familiar, and she had a sudden sexual spasm as she saw the dreaded 'viper', six feet of thin steel whip with which she had been punished a week previously.

Almost in awe, she stopped as she entered the room, remembering her fantasies that afternoon as she had been machined in heavy bondage. On the peak of pleasure she had found herself thinking of the Executioner, who she now knew was called Laura. She was dressed very nearly in the costume she had dreamed about but it was all in bright red. Red rubber jodphurs, leather boots, tight latex jacket through which her large firm breasts strained for freedom, a broad leather belt and a close fitting latex mask. In her gloved hand she held a heavy cat of nine tails.

"Slave Gerda !" the Executioner snarled through her mask, "you are one minute late. Lift your cape and bend over !"

Gerda eyed the big electric clock on the wall indicating five precisely, but she had learnt never to argue. With a vague thrill she pulled up the cape over her head and bent to touch her toes.

Then next moment she shrieked in agonising pain as the lash cut hard into her exposed bottom, the waves of pain turning rapidly into the pleasant burning sensation she had learned to love. She waited almost eagerly for the next stroke.

"Stand up, you bitch, " she was ordered, "You're becoming a glutton for pain. I told you weeks ago I would break you, and break you I will. Now get down and kiss my breeches !"

Almost dreamily, Gerda obeyed, slowly bringing her masked face toward the gleaming red rubber, weakly trying to fight the enormous masochistic and lesbian tendencies with which this woman seemed to excite in her. She buried her face in the thick red rubber, and almost swooned when she felt the Executioner tighten her thighs around her head. For half a minute she was held against the breeches, barely able to breathe, feeling weak with desire for her tormentor, then Laura slackened her grip and stepped back.

"Excellent, dear slave Gerda, now I think I know where we stand. For your impertinence I shall see to it that you get the maximum treatment at all times. Get up !"

Gerda obeyed, knowing she had revealed a part of herself she barely knew existed, putting herself irrevocably at the mercy of this woman.

The Executioner was now coolly giving orders to the two serving maids. Gerda saw that they were properly dressed for the occasion, as always. They wore white latex nurses uniforms, short and tightly belted, with thigh length vinyl boots. On top of their masked heads was an absurd nurse's cap. Long white rubber gloves were padlocked on by wide metal bracelets. She noticed that they were not the two genuine nurses that served in the small clinic.

Each of them hurried over to a corner and donned long heavy rubber aprons, then one helped the other tie on surgical rubber masks over their helmets, but each mask had a thick gag attached.

God, though Gerda as she watched the two maids, they think of everything ! Even to surgical masks with a gag ! Oh Guy, I love you. Save me from this terrible woman who I find so disturbing.

She had almost forgotten the reason she was here. The serving maids took hold of her arms and led her over to a metal contraption placed on top of a vinyl sheet.

She was lowered onto her back, and her wrists and arms strapped tightly upward to the metal frame. Then metal fetters were screwed around her ankles and pulled up and chained high above her head, her legs spread apart and her bottom held inches above the floor, her weight on her shoulders.

Laura strolled across to her captive, in no hurry to carry out the advanced training. Her breeches rustled loudly, and she smiled evilly down at her victim. Then she turned to the two maids standing stiffly to attention. "Keep those gags tightly in," she snapped, "Report back in ten minutes. I wish to talk to the slaves in private."

Obediently, the maids curtseyed and left. Laura let the whip drop between her stretched legs.

"You've found a new life, Gerda, isn't that so ? You didn't know that people like me existed ?" The whip rose and fell gently. Gerda moaned in anticipation of what was to come.

"Yes ! No ! Please let me down !"

"Dear me, No ! You are now in position to give you your special enema, which I know you are looking forward too" she said sardonically. "But there is nothing to say in the rules exactly when I have to give it to you ! I think that you love me a little, Gerda, and I like your spirit. I want you to become my personal slave. You're a fortunate girl, because this way I can alleviate some of your punishments."

Gerda felt a sudden wave of panic rise up in her chest. Her masochistic dreams of a lesbian affair had receded and now she could only think of her love for Guy. She hated this dominant woman standing over her while she was helplessly and humiliatingly bound and exposed. But a part of her still felt an attraction.

"Please Laura - Mistress Laura - please don't do this to me ! I'll serve you - honestly - I'll be your slave, but I love Guy, GUY ! He's my master."

The Executioner looked down with cold eyes through her mask.

"I think you're wrong, honey. But play it your way for the moment. Now you're going to get an enema that you will never forget !"

She recalled the serving maids from outside the door. They looked clinically sinister in their white rubber which rustled loudly with every movement.

Gerda felt the now familiar thrill of sickness and fear in her stomach, but there was an underlying current of sexual excitement. The very fact that she was helpless and entirely in Laura's power was arousing.

"Bring me my operating gown, " she ordered on of the maids. The girl brought over a heavy gown of brown rubber, slipping it over her Mistress's outstretched arms and tying it at the neck and down the back. Gerda watched in helpless admiration, seeing the gleaming rubber completely protecting her tormentor, reaching down to her high heeled, booted ankles. Laura crossed to a side table and picked up a long coil of rubber tubing, one end of which had straps attached about six inches from the end. With gloved hands she smeared grease on the end, then bent down and slowly inserted it into Gerda's exposed bottom. When it was well inside she passed the straps behind the slaves' back and pulled them tight, making the tube irremovable.

Meanwhile one of the maids had taken the other end and attached it to a brass tap on a glass tank high on a wall.

"Fill the tank with four litres," Laura ordered, and Gerda watched in horrified silence as the maid carefully emptied each soapy litre into the tank, nearly filling it.

But Laura was in no hurry. "I want to explain to you exactly how this enema works, slave Gerda. The tube inside you is thick and open ended, giving maximum delivery. The tank is high on the wall, you are lying on the floor, so the pressure of gravity is considerable, much more than you are used to. I shall open the tap slowly to begin with, then gradually increase the flow as the pressure builds up. You will not be gagged, because on your honour I am ordering you to tell me every sensation you experience during this training. For your own information, you will be securely plugged afterwards, so don't worry about the immediate consequences. Sometimes I like to watch a slave eject in front of me, hence my protective gown, but this time I shall take a great deal of pleasure keeping you plugged until I decide when you may relieve yourself !"