Long minutes in rubber | Gerda's story 33 | free bondage stories

Gerda was only half awake, her dream still vivid, unable to believe yet that she had slept so soundly. She felt Guy undoing her chains and straps. "There's no hurry, " he said kindly, "Take a bath and then have some breakfast. I'll prepare your costume for lunch, I am interviewing a new client who wishes me to take his woman and train her. Perhaps you will be helpful !"

With difficulty Gerda struggled to the bathroom in her heavy white suit, inches of perspiration sloshing around in her feet.

Refreshed and ready to face a new day, she said "Is it Gerda and Guy today, or Master and slave ?"

He laughed. He was wearing black latex pyjamas and they crinkled deliciously as he moved, taking her mind off the question.

"Gerda and Guy for the moment. But at lunch you will be the perfect slave. I want this man to appreciate your qualities. He is an Argentine, rich of course, married to a girl twenty years younger than himself who he suspects is bored and playing around. I think she might be a good addition to the family !"

She leaned forward, intrigued "You're a real Jekyll and Hyde ! Sometimes a little boy with a new toy, then an evil monster ! Now, just as Gerda and Guy, could I give you pleasure ...?"

Lunch in a restaurant just off the Via Veneto was a pleasant affair. Gerda, rodded and in tight grease pants, was wearing slim beige trousers lined in thin rubber, a jacket of the same material, and underneath a cruelly constricting leather corset which Guy had laced on mercilessly. Despite this, she felt curiously at ease as they walked to their corner table.

The other couple arrived within minutes. Gerda was not impressed with the wife, a sullen, badly made up blonde of around thirty, and with straggling un brushed hair. Gerda amused herself thinking of her strapped to the chair in the punishment room having her hair cut off so the masks would fit properly. She moved gently on her rod, immensely enjoying the sensation.

The wife seemed to think she was going to a health spa. Once the final arrangements had been made the husband tried to encourage his wife by playing up the supposed attractions, the massages and sunbathing. "Like hell 1" thought Gerda, wondering what dear Sonia would say if she revealed the enemas, whippings, suffocation, and various other items which were all part of the treatments available on the island ! She had a crazy desire to undo her slacks and indicate the rubber lining, and then show the thick rod chained inside her grease pants. Instead she smiled briefly.

"Of course ! It's an island in paradise, we have nothing to do all day but be pampered !"

She was amused to see Guy's nod of approval, and a careful wink from Bruno. Her corset was clamping her like a vise, but she felt wonderful, and nonchalently helped herself to the mints.

Later, as the men discussed financial arrangements, Gerda chatted with Sonia. To her surprise she admitted problems in her marriage almost as soon as she gently introduce the topic. "I don't know what he wants !" she finished in despair. "Have you ever thought of being his slave ?" said Gerda, taking a risk and going straight to the point. "Of course I would ! I told him that I would do anything he wants, but he never asks me ! Obviously, I'm missing something."

She will certainly find out on the island, mused Gerda silently.

Later, back at the apartment, she told Guy of the conversation. "Yes, its' good she is coming to the island with a least a vague idea of what will be needed from her."

"But just remember I am your chosen slave, don't get any other ideas ! Now, we are returning to the island tomorrow, what horrifying training are you imposing on me tonight ?"

He regarded her fondly, but his eyes were cruel. "Tonight, my dear slave, you will recieve a full enema, and take at least one pleasure, in the middle of the Via Veneto !"

She suddenly felt cold and sick to her stomach.

"How ?" she whispered, "In the car ? Please not, what will I do afterwards ?"

He smiled at her. "I'm glad you haven't read the MMA Handbook. Trust me, report at 6 to be dressed !"

A few minutes before the appointed time, the elderly servant knocked at the door to Gerda's suite and handed her a heavy mask.

"The Master ordered you to wear this, otherwise completely nude, at exactly at 6 o'clock," he instructed quietly, then withdrew.

The mask was black leather, lacing up the back and lined in red rubber. It had nose and mouth holes, but no eye holes through which to see. She laced it up tightly, undressed, then sat on the edge of the bed to await her Master.

He knocked and entered, his arms full of her costume. he approved of the way she stood up, proud, unable to see, her bare figure longing for it's rubber coverings. He selected one of the outfits and handed it to her. "Gloves on first, then slip into this heavy leotard. The body is reasonably loose, but the thigh bands and wrist bands are very tight. At the rear of the suit you will find an anal tube. Fit it right up your bottom, then tighten the belt of the suit."

Guy watched as Gerda completed her awkward task unable to see. Her gloves were now sealed on by the tight sleeves, and the rubber tube was inches up her rear. The tube, sealed onto the suit, extended for several feet, and Guy passed it between her legs and fastened it into position on her chest. Then he took a large rubber bag, full of water, and suspended it around her neck by a strap and attaching it to the tube.

Next, he helped her into thick latex trousers with feet attached, which held her tightly round the waist. Finally a heavy rubber jacket was zipped on, but leaving an opening where the water bag lay against her breasts.

"You are in luck, slave," he remarked, "It has started to rain outside. So put on high heeled boots over your under suits, and then a long cape to cover everything. When your boots are on, I will cuff your hands behind you."

Five minutes later all was prepared and Guy unlaced her helmet. She blinked in the light, and in the mirror saw only a booted woman in a shining green cape. He smiled, savouring her fear.

"I think we are ready, slave Gerda. The elements are evil tonight !"

Her Master was in a good mood as they descended in the elevator, and Gerda felt weak as his black rubber coat crinkled and rustled as he moved, knowing he was wearing his tight latex suit underneath. She was aware of the horror which lay ahead, but conscious that her training over the past weeks allowed no compromises. She closed her eyes and smiled as she wondered what a paasser-by would say if he knew what she was wearing under her cape.

They were in the lobby, then outside, with the rain drizzling. Suddenly it seemed natural, and she strained up to kiss him on the lips. "As usual, my darling Master, you even have the weather trained ! God ! At this moment I want to feel your whip, a hundred times.

They walked into the rain. The Via Veneto was only slightly deserted, the faithful tourists sitting under the umbrella shelters. They walked slowly up the road. Casually he put his hand inside her raincoat and turned on the tap of the heavy bag hanging from her neck covered by the loose cape. "Keep walking naturally," he instructed quietly, "Any sudden movements will earn you demerits."

She felt the green rubber cloak rustle loudly with every step, aware of the steel handcuffs holding her wrists securely behind her, love for Guy flooding through her in spite of everything he inflicted on her.

Suddenly the water from the bag started to pour into her rectum. She paused only fractionally, then continued to walk, her words low and for him only.

"Bastard ! It's running in ! Please, not too much, I won't be able to hold it all in ! Please, now shut it off, I can't cope with any more !"

He was nodding to others on the street as they passed and ignoring her completely. Her tightly manacled wrists beneath her long cape made it impossible for her to grasp his arm or draw attention to the problem. In desperation she stopped, feeling her gut now distended. he turned back to her.

"Something wrong, my darling ?"

She could hardly talk. "Please, quickly, get me back to the apartment. I can't hold this ! What the hell are you trying to do ....?"

She felt like screaming as the water continued to trickle into her. She wanted to kill him, but she knew her training would hold and she would obey him and suffer for him. Meekly she opened her sphincter and allowed gravity to empty the bags contents into her.

"You may make one movement, slave" he said conversationally, "I'll slip my hand through the side of the cape and loosen the belt around your watertight leotard. You will then be able to expel the tube from your bottom."

"But I won't be able to hold it in !" she hissed, then remembered with dismay the experience of the previous night, when she had been forced to pee in her pants.

"Oh god !" she exclaimed, "Not that again ! Please, Master, not that !"

He did notbother to answer. To him, the results were inevitable.

The huge washout was causing cramps to start in her stomach. Suddenly furious, she reached down with her chained hands and pulled the pipe slowly from her bottom. She felt a spurt of liquid escape from her bottom with the pipe, and she raised her head at the feeling, her thoughts chaotic.