Rubber suit | Gerda's story 32 | free bondage stories

After her shattering pleasure, she tried to remain calm although she was inwardly screaming for the touch of her Master. "You bastard !", she whispered, knowing she could be incurring untold Demerits, "This was all part of my training, wasn't it ? Making me drink champagne, knowing I was chained into my rubber costume, keeping me here until I was forced to pee into my costume !"

He smiled at her with unusual warmth, rendering her words weak and useless. "Of course, my lovely Gerda, I warned you earlier of my intentions, but I don 't think you believed me. It is part of your training, but now advanced enough that we can share it together, because you are ready for it !"

She realised what he said was true. Mentally, she could now accept the real meaning of total slavehood, and could understand and revel in it, whereas a few months ago she would have run screaming for the police. Suddenly it all felt good, and she smiled at him.

"Of course you're right as usual, my lovely Guy, my adored Master ! Here I am in the smartest nightclub in Rome, in my superb black satin and rubber evening dress, with my grease pants awash because you plied me with champagne until I had to relieve myself. But how can it feel so marvellous ? How can I sit here, calmly, macking on my big thick rod, and tell you again that I love you desperately ? It just doesn't make sense !"

"It makes very wonderful sense," he said quietly, "It means you are now capable of becoming a top level slave, something comparatively rare and very much to be envied. It means you can attain a height of ecstasy which, unfortunately, not many people will achieve. You will be able to turn your pain and suffering and humiliation into glorious orgasms of sheer pleasure." Abruptly his mood changed, as if he had said too much. He stood up, offering his hand.

"Shall we leave, my dear ? You must be tired !"

Slowly she rose, feeling the liquid inside the tight drawers sluggishly caressing her buttocks and thighs, mixed with the grease of her rod and arousing her to very close to a second pleasure. She stretched out her hand and allowed him to lead her to the stairs.

Half an hour later, she emerged from the bathroom of his penthouse, her awful humiliation forgotten, now clean and pure in a white rubber lined dressing gown. Guy had taken off his tuxedo, and was wearing only his black latex suit. He was smoking a cigar, moodily regarding the glass of brandy he was holding.

She knelt in front of him, half slave and half lover, pressing her lips against the thick black rubber of his suit.

"Anything, Master !" she whispered, "Anything at all ! At my final exam i want to be able to face the very worst, the most severe torture. I want to know you will watch me and be proud of me the way I will accept, and love, my Punishment just for you !"

He turned away almost roughly. "Easy to say, slave, much more difficult in practise ! Have you any idea what is in store for you when we return to the island ? Nine slaves out of ten who are trained there only achieve the 70 % mark. Oh, I pass them as successful, because 70% is a high mark. Their training is as high as we can expect, and we can be sure they will give their Masters the highest satisfaction."

"Then what worries you, Guy ?" she asked, gently stroking his prick under the rubber suit, "can't I reach those heights ? Aren't I capable of being a top level slave ? I promise I will try, because I love you so much ! There is nothing which you can inflict on me which will destroy that love." She was very serious.

He looked down at her tenderly, but his voice was harsh and she could not see his expression of concern. "Perhaps, slave Gerda, perhaps ! Now get into your punishment sleeping suit which id laid out in my bedroom. When you are ready, call me and I will complete your strappings and bondage."

Fifteen minutes later, Gerda was almost amused. Having recently suffered a night in total punishment bondage on the island, her present costume seemed almost childish. It was a very heavy one piece suit of white rubber, with a built in hood and stiff collar, and with straps and buckles welded onto the suit from head to toe.

Snug inside it, zipped and strapped up as far as she could manage, Gerda called to her Master. He pulled back the rubber sheets on the bed and tugged her into position. "You will sleep beside me," he ordered, buckling up the straps around her thighs and waist, "And you will wear your mask as well."

Gerda smiled. For the past few months she had been locked onto her bed, chained around her neck, and wearing her slave mask. Her adored Master obviously had forgotten the rigid rules of his own household. But his orders were to be obeyed, and she stretched her heavily clad figure down on the large double bed.

Abruptly she felt steel clamps around her ankles, then around her thick rubber gloved wrists. In a few moments she was padlocked securely down on the bed.

"Come now, slave Gerda, surely you don't thick I am an amateur ? Not only will you be securely chained into your sleeping position, but you will also wear one of the new special sleeping hoods, which we are still working on. Your comments, or reactions will be most useful !"

Next moment a sponge rubber blindfold covered Gerda's eyes, secured behind her head. Then she felt thin rubber tubes being pushed slowly up her nostrils, and she passively nodded as she breathed freely through each one. One did not bluff or pretend about one's air supply.

Now she felt a heavy rubber hood being pulled over her head. Her two breathing tubes were passed through holes in the helmet, which was then was laced tightly up the back. Her face was now entirely covered, and she could only breathe through the tubes. The rubber hood, hot and laced to agonising skin tightness, was a terrifying threat to her existence if for any reason her tubes became blocked. She tried to relax, breathing slowly, remembering her Master's words. Already she was sweating with excitement inside the heavy rubber suit.

She felt him lie down beside her and her fears vanished. Her padlocked chains prevented her from moving over to him, but she turned her blind and masked face toward him.

"When will I be allowed to pleasure you with my mouth, Master ? It was difficult to speak against the hoods. "Surely this is the first duty of a good slave ?"

She felt his hand caress her heavily rubbered breast, and in her tight chains she strained toward him. "In time, when you have passed your final training. The next few weeks will be very harsh, and sometimes you will need every ounce of your love for me to carry you through. But always remember, however severe the pain or the suffering, that I will be there in spirit urging you to submit. Now sleep well, because you have an interesting day ahead !"

She felt the weight of several rubber sheets being laid over her helpless body. It was insufferably hot already and her thick white suit was soaking with perspiration, and she could feel the sweat running down he forehead into the neck of the masks. She thought vaguely of protesting, but it was difficult to speak and she felt pleasantly sleepy. It had been a long and tiring day, and all that champagne and excitement had had its' effect.

She was fast asleep in her rubber prison when her lover bent gently over and kissed her tightly hooded face.

The dream was a terrifying mixture of sex and horror.

She was in a huge operating theatre, naked and hung from the ceiling by her wrists, although she felt no pain. Three nurses in rubber costumes, masked and gagged, were dragging across the floor an impossibly heavy suit - rubber or metal ? She could not tell, but knew it was something evil. Laura appeared in front of her dressed in a gleaming red evening dress, her long hair cascading down her back to her waist.

"Too late, Gerda, too late !" she said spitefully, "If you had given yourself to me you would not be suffering this final punishment ! When they've fitted you into this suit, it will be welded on, and you will wear it permanently, for the rest of your life !"

Gerda screamed as the nurses commenced to pull the inch thick suit up her dangling legs. It seemed to be made of a silver metallic material, cold and heavy, and she knew that it would be impossible to remove.

They had released her wrists now, and her arms were being forced into the rigid sleeves of the devilish suit. The Executioner, smiling horribly through her mask, had picked up some sort of blow torch which hissed fiercely. "Close up the back," she ordered, "Then I can seal it upon Gerda's body for evermore ! Twenty five kilos, slave, to carry around day and night, you will never be free again !"

"You'll burn me !" Gerda screamed again, feeling the dreadful suit clamped around her body like heavy armour. Laura came towards her.

"No, slave Gerda ! It's a special material, airtight, watertight, and heatproof ! When I apply the fire it will fuse into one piece which can never be removed !"

"No ! No ! Please ! I'll do anything....."

"....anything, anything at all....please !" Out of the dim limbo of sleep Gerda became conscious, breathing heavily though her nose tubes. She was stifling hot and could move her body wetly inside her sleeping suit. Her hands were numb within her chained gloves, and she vainly attempted to move her stiff limbs in their bondage.

But the relief of realising that it had all been a dream made her feel much better. She called out tentatively, her heavy hoods giving no indication of whether it was day or night.

Dimly, she heard footsteps, then her lovers voice.

"Awake at last, dear Gerda ? I should give you 100 demerits for sheer laziness ! It's 10.30 and you have been asleep for nearly nine hours. I suppose I ought to congratulate you, last night I mistakenly imagined you would be pleading for release from your heat bondage after an hour !"