Heavy rubber and latex | Gerda's story 30 | free bondage stories

Gerda took a long and luxurious bath in her quarters while Maria laid out the recently arrived costumes delivered by and Instructor, which she was to take with her on her trip. She still felt tender from the massive enema, but her heart was singing as she strode out of the bathroom, powdered and ready to dress for her Master.

"The heavy latex pants with front and back insertions," Maria read from her dressing list, "Well greased. Then the over-all thick latex suit, full leather corset, long latex gloves sealed at the elbow, all-over rubber motorcycle suit, then high black waders attached to a leather belt at the waist. Black rubber gauntlets to finish, strapped at the wrists."

"And the masks ?" Gerda asked fearing something severe when Maria omitted to mention them.

"Your own slave mask and a heavy black rubber mask with a cape collar covering the shoulders of the suit, the rubber coat to go on top."

Gerda was puzzled. "No gag ? Surely there has been some mistake ?"

"No, Mistress, there's no mention of a gag. May I grease you now ?"

Gerda reported downstairs at the appointed time, tightly encased in her latex and rubber suits, her two masks tight against her face. The long black rubber coat, zipped up the front and then buttoned up to the high neck, swished heavily as she walked. The tight collar, covering the cape of her heavy top mask, made her completely rain proof.

Maria stood behind her, a large suitcase in hand. An instructor appeared, checked the dressing instructions had been followed, and indicated to her to climb aboard the waiting jeep, taking the suitcase from Maria.

Gerda leaned briefly and kissed her maid farewell, reminding her that when she returned she had better have a nice no. 6 inserted, and then followed the Instructor to the vehicle. It drove down to the landing stage where one of the launches was waiting for them. She climbed out, feeling the greased pants and rods moving inside her and ruthlessly exciting her. The Instructor handed another heavy rubber costume to her.

"Put this on for the boat trip. The trip is short but usually rough, and you will sit on the forward bench."

It was a green mackintosh sheath with attached hood, with no breathing holes apart for two at the back of the neck and loosely fitting. Blind now, she walked up the gangway with difficulty, assisted by the Instructor. Gratefully she sat, feeling thick straps being buckled about her, firmly holding her down.

A few minutes later the powerful diesels sprang into life. She listened carefully in her dark rubber prison as the bow wave headed out to sea. Now she was glad of the restraining straps, holding her securely in place as the boat met the force of the angry sea, plunging and rolling into the long waves.

There was a sudden 'thump' and the next moment heavy spray splattered over her, and she felt the water cascading down her sheath and hood. It was an exciting feeling, and she squirmed on the wooden seat, moving as best as she could on her greased and rodded pants, delighting in the knowledge that she was completely protected against the elements. Again and again the spray swamped over her, cold and cruel, seeking to infiltrate her rubber covering. Under the sheath, she moved her gloved hands between her legs, increasing her pleasure until she was close to climax.

Suddenly she felt the bench creak as someone sat beside her, and her heart skipped a beat as she recognised Guy's voice.

"Welcome aboard, slave Gerda ! I too, am dressed for the journey, although my sheath has arms and eyeholes covered by goggles. I find it a pleasant sensation, don't you agree ?"

"Yes, Oh yes Master," Gerda shouted through her hood. "It's terrifying and horribly exciting ! Are you really taking me to Rome ?"

"Of course ! For the next two days you will become Gerda, my beautiful girlfriend, once again."

She felt a pang of dismay. Another wave crashed over her, and she waited until it had poured away before saying "You mean I have to wear clothes again ? Please, Guy, I don't want to !"

She heard a faint chuckle. "No, they are not 'ordinary' clothes, I think you will approve of them. Now, I must talk to the Captain, we'll be on the mainland shortly. When you are released meet me in my car, it's a grey Maserati. We'll drive with the hood down, in the rain, I think you're properly dressed for the trip to Rome !"

Gerda felt an overwhelming peace of mind as the Maserati thundered up the motorway towards Rome. Her green sheath had been removed, and now she was wearing a white crash helmet with a dark visor on top of her masks. The rain lashed against her thick rubber coat, streaming into puddles under her heavy thigh boots. Guy was similarly dressed, although she smiled as she realised he was hardly wearing the same grease pants which she felt continually exciting her with the vibration imparted by the speeding car. She fought down the impulse to take a pleasure, instinctively realising that Guy would not allow it. As if reading her thoughts he turned toward her.

"We will go to my apartment first of all, then you will change for dinner. I have booked a table at one of the best restaurants in the city."

Again she had a feeling of uncertainty. "Please, Guy - Master, I don't want to face normal life again ! Can't I stay like this in my rubber ?" She shouted louder above the elements. "You're cruel ! You've converted me and trained me, and now you want me to go back again ! It's not fair !"

"Trust me, Gerda ! I assure you, this is still part of your training !"

Two hours later they drove into the underground garage of Guy's apartment to be met by an elderly servant who Guy greeted affectionately. As he moved to the elevator in front of them, Gerda caught the faint rustle of rubber under his uniform.

In the lavish penthouse, Guy removed their crash helmets. He leaned over and kissed her lips through the twin masks. She clung fiercely to him in his tight one piece suit, pressing her heavily rubbered body against him in loving desperation, aching for a pleasure.

"Master, dear Master ! I love you so much ! Don't ever leave me, I'll willingly do anything you want, anything, but keep me always as your slave !"

Her massaged her breasts through the heavy coat and undersuit. She felt like fainting. "Now Enrico will show you to your room. Undress, bathe and relax, then get prepared for dinner. Your dressing instructions will be laid out on top of your costume for the evening. Meet me for cocktails in one hour."

She struggled out of her heavy outfit and wallowed in the bath for twenty minutes, then dried and powdered herself before reluctantly going into the bedroom, unwilling to put on normal clothes again. Then she smiled with understanding as she saw the costume laid out on the bed. Her master was right ! This was still part of her training. She glanced at the instructions and quickly began to dress.

First, a nice thick no.8 inserted up her bottom and held in place by a pair of tight rubber shorts into which she had to squeeze an entire tube of oily jelly. Then a very thin latex suit in a pale flesh colour, moulding her figure like a second skin.. Next, a long black leather corset, cupping her breasts and forcing them out outrageously against the latex suit. She pulled the corset breathlessly tight and tied the laced firmly in front of her waist. She sat on the bed and pulled on thin black stockings over the pink undersuit, attaching them to the suspenders on the corset. Next on the list was a pair of thin elbow length latex gloves, so fine she could barely feel them.

Then she picked up the dress. It was a long evening dress in black satin, lined entirely in gleaming, smooth black rubber. Almost in a trance she slid into it, feeling it grip her body tightly as she pulled up the long back zip to the high mandarin collar, the tight sleeves effectively sealing on her gloves making them irremoveable. Lastly, she slid her latexed and stockinged feet into the gleaming high heeled shoes.

She crossed to the dressing table to brush her hair, only momentarily regretting that she no longer had her long blonde hair. Now she had grown accustomed to the short boyish cut which made it easy to zip and lace her hoods and mask on. It would feel strange to go out without her usual mask, bare faced to public eyes.

She felt wonderful. The long tight dress rustled quietly as she walked across the room, the thick rod macking gently in it's grease, a subtle reminder that she was still a slave and stoking the fires that had raged during the trip to Rome but which had dies down since. She gave one final check in the long mirror, decided she looked very elegant and swished out to meet her Master.

He was waiting for her in the sitting room, dressed in a tuxedo and smoking a cigar. He stood and bowed slightly, an amused smile on her face. "Before we go any further, my darling Gerda, let me assure you that under this I am wearing a skin tight latex suit, so we shall be equally warm in the restaurant !" Now let me complete your attire and then we will have a much needed drink."

He handed her a pair of shoulder length black stain gloves, lined with rubber. She pulled them on slowly, delighting in the smooth feeling as they slid tightly up her arms. Then he took a narrow gold belt and passed it around her waist. It was so tight he had difficulty clicking it into place.

"It has a tiny lock which no one can see," he explained, "I will leave the key here, so there is no way you can remove your costume or attend to your toilet requirements. I warn you now that you will drink a glass of champagne for every glass I drink during the evening. You are well rubbered, so if your needs become desperate you will have the dubious pleasure of having to relieve yourself inside your watertight pants and suit. So you see, I am not being quite as lenient as you imagined !"

She fell onto her knees in front of him, the long dress rustling in protest, forcing the heavy rod deeply into her arse. She had no shame now, only an overwhelming love.