Gagged inside rubber | Gerda's story 34 | free bondage stories

As they started to walk down the other side of the Via Veneto her enema, all two litres of hot soapy water, flooded into her thick rubber leotard. In a daze, Gerda walked slowly, her movements giving nothing away to anybody looking her way.

As the water rushed out of her, filling her grease pants and watertight suit, Gerda felt the usual hugely sexual relief as the cramps subsided. If this is what Guy wants, she thought, then that is his privilege. She felt again the deep love she had for her cruel Master.

Now every step was a step of servitude, the enema sloshing inside her suit invisible to anybody and exciting her in her shame and humiliation. All her senses seemed enhanced, the smell of the rubber, the bite of the cuffs, the tightness of the leotard.

"kiss me, Master, here in public. You've made me shit in the middle of Rome into my rubber suit, kiss me now and award me hundreds of demerits ! I love you !"

He leaned over and kissed her slowly, his hands fondling her enema filled suit beneath the green rubber cape.

"You are a wicked slave," he murmured, "And you will be suitably punished. Now you will walk carefully to the cafe and we will sit there and have a nightcap. Sit slowly, slave, so that you do not make a rude noise in your rubber suit !"

But now she was past caring, and she walked to the cafe in careless abandon, feeling the enema with every movement further stoking her sexuality. Suddenly she realised a pleasure was near.

"Hold me close," she said quietly "Because I am going to take a pleasure.... and I love ..every part... of your... body...!"

For the first time, Guy was faintly embarrassed as his rubber caped companion pressed against him in abandon, mouth to mouth, arms helpless behind her.

"I'll have you whipped for this," he hissed, and she smiled happily.

"I hope so, dear Guy, hundreds of times !"

He held her tightly as the pleasure wracked her body. The few people nearby saw only a couple kissing passionately.

In the elevator going up to the apartment Guy turned fiercely to his slave and fondled her bottom through the layers of protective rubber. After the time at the cafe, she felt proud and excited in her watertight womb. She sensed that most of the enema was simply soapy water, but the mere fact that she had been forced to evacuate her bowels in public still gave her a horrendous thrill. She wished her arms were free so she could hug her Master.

"Please," she whispered, "Keep me in my shame suit while we have another drink. I feel so wonderful, and so proud ! Was I a good slave ?"

"The best !" he smiled. Again he fondled her, the sloshing sound making her faint with excitement again. "All right, I will unlock your handcuffs and you may remove the cape, put on your mask and an extra pair of long gloves, and join me for a drink."

Earlier in the day, in a drawer in her bedroom, she had found wrist and ankle cuffs linked by a few inches of fine chain. In her masochistic zeal, she strapped them on over her boots and gloves and minced back into the large sitting room.

Guy looked magnificent in his heavy skin tight black rubber suit, the polished latex reflecting the light of the lamps in the room. He turned to her, nodding in approval at her self imposed bondage. "Look the rain has stopped. Tomorrow we will drive back to the island in very warm weather, but don't worry, whatever the weather you can be sure you will be suitably dressed !"

She knelt in front of him, the enema water gurgling faintly as it caressed her body inside the heavy rubber suit. "Guy, my dear Master," she said wonderingly, "I love you so much ! I can never go back to my previous life, what will happen to me ?"

He sat on the long sofa, allowing her masked head to lie between his black rubbered legs. His gloved hands rested gently on her shoulders and neck.

"Don't say that yet." His words were slow and with a lot of deep feeling. "Slavehood is a state of mind and body, and desite what one reads in books, it can never be imposed unwillingly on another human being. The perfect slave is the one who makes that decision for herself ! There have been times over the past few years where I have made mistakes over the selection of trainees, and after a few weeks it has become obvious that the girl will never willingly accept he role or her punishments. She may obey to avoid the punishments and demerits, but in her mind she will never be a slave. A true slave is not one beaten into submission and just waiting for an opportunity to escape."

"I often wonder about that," Gerda murmured, artfully pushing her masked nose tightly against her Master's black rubbered crotch. "What happens when you have a real failure ? A genuine no-no ? Do you keep them locked up somewhere on the island ? I've never seen any, all your slaves and maids seem insanely happy, and they look upon you as a God !"

She could not see the expression of disappointment which crossed his face. "I have been very lucky," he said quietly, "In six years I have had only three failures, three unfortunate girls unwilling to learn anything new because they believed they knew it all already !

"So what happened ?" Gerda asked.

"You're a crafty bitch !" Guy said fondly, squeezing her head between his legs. "But I am confident you are past the point of no return, so I think I can tell you. I have a reasonably successful freight haulage business, and occasionally a sleepy passenger can wake up somewhere, anywhere, with a passport and a lot of money in her handbag."

"But it's a risk, Guy, she could get on the first plane back !"

"Possibly, but don't forget that I never take on a slave unless they are loners, no close relatives or friends and usually broke to boot ! There would be little reason to return, and most leave without ever finding out the island's location."

Suddenly he tensed, as if talking freely like this was a sign of weakness. "We have talked too much today. You are still a slave in training, so go to your rooms and get cleaned up, and report to me in your heavy sleeping suit in an hour !"