Mask, punish and rubber | Gerda's story 36 | free bondage stories

The woman looked pleased. "I'm so glad, we do provide a service here to train slaves for their Masters, and over the years we have had very few failures. Over 200 slaves have graduated and returned to the Masters, and so far not a single complaint of note from any of them ! Anything else ? How's Maria ?"

"An absolute poppet. Loves the whole scene, has a sense of humour, is helpful and discrete, and a true submissive. I adore her."

For a moment the smile on Miss Dodd's face faded. "Yes, she is quite something, and I understand you are increasing the severity of her costumes of late. She will be one of your tests in the future." Before Gerda could question this ominous statement she picked up a sheaf of paper and continued "But to get down to business. As you know, Le Compte wants you as his own personal slave. In passing, that is a rare compliment, he has been looking for years and we had all despaired of finding anyone who met his own exacting standards. For this reason, your training must bring you to as close to the peak of perfection as I and the other staff here can manage. But we can only guide, it is you who will have to endure."

Gerda felt vaguely irritated. "I understand all that, but why this big mystery ? I've told him I am willing to undergo anything he orders, how much more severe can the training get ? Whatever it is I will still gladly suffer it !"

The older woman nodded. "You're right, but also wrong. Now you may find out things about yourself which may shock and displease you. That is what the Final Treatment is all about !" She pressed a button on the desk. "You will be taken to the operating theatre and given an injection. Don't be afraid, it is a harmless drug, a truth serum developed in the old Soviet Union as an aid to interrogation. While you are unconscious, you will be asked questions and your answers recorded, which you may listen to at a later date. However it is impossible to lie while under the influence of the drug, so now we will be able to find out exactly what you think. Or at least, your sub-conscious thinks !"

The door opened and two instructors entered. Meekly Gerda allowed herself to be lead away, her mind racing at the implications of this new ploy. In her confusion, she forgot to bow as she departed, and earned 25 demerits. Annoyed at herself now, she followed the two Instructors, convinced she had nothing to hide and confident that nothing would come of whatever she said on the tapes. She was soon strapped to the table, and although she was helpless, she felt no fear. The worst that could happen would be she would babble out some of her fantasy's about Guy !

The Doctor approached, a needle in his hand, gowned and masked in white rubber, while one of the Instructors set up the mike of the recording machine.

"My dear Gerda," the Doctor said conversationally, "I'm glad we don't see much of each other, that shows how healthy you are and how little you struggle against your bondage ! Now this won't hurt, and in ten seconds you will be drifting on a cloud."

She felt the prick of the hypodermic, then darkness descended and she knew no more.

The Doctor nodded, Le Compte and the Executioner entered through the glass swing doors. Both were dressed in white sterile rubber suits, Laura's long blonde hair curled and pinned up, covered by a cap. The Instructor turned on the recording machine and silently left the theatre.

"She's well under," said the Doctor, "A good patient, no fear at all, wish they were all like that !" He walked over to a chair in the corner and picked up a medical journal.

Laura bent over Gerda's still, sleeping form.

"Gerda, it's me, the Executioner. You remember me ?"

There was a moments silence, then Gerda's drowsy voice.

"Yes, Madam. You punish all the slaves."

"I punish them because it's my duty. Why do I punish them, Gerda ?"

"Because you are the Executioner. We have sinned, we must be punished. I want to be punished by you...."

Le Compte eyed Laura to go on.

"Why do you want to be punished by me ? I am a woman, a vicious woman. Don't you prefer Guy to punish you ?"

"Yes....No....I want your cruelty...."

"Why Gerda ? You must hate and fear my cruelty !"

There was a groan. "No....love it. Want you to dominate...."

"Dominate ? In what way, Gerda ?"

"Need...your power...and pain...more the better....makes my love...for Guy...purerf..."

"Are you a lesbian, Gerda ? Do you love the Executioner, your Laura ?"

There was a long pause. "Not...lesbian...Laura...but I want...need you...need it...beaten out of me...for Guy."

The Doctor looked up. "Just a few minutes more, then she will start to remember anything you ask her."

Laura looked at Le Compte. He nodded. "We'll go ahead. Find out the right costume and we'll see how she reacts."

The Executioner leant forward and asked swiftly. "It's Laura again, dear Gerda. Now what is the most terrifying costume I could wear, one that would really turn you on, mentally and physically..."

Gerda awoke in her own quarters, lying on her bed. She felt no after effects, but suddenly panicked as she realised her entire head was enclosed in a heavy rubber helmet. Then reason returned as she found she could breathe freely. She heard rather than saw Maria moving around in the room.

"Don't worry Mistress, you're wearing a heavy duty gas mask which has been padlocked onto you, and over it is a thick rubber helmet with an open face. It's not as bad as it probably feels."

Gerda sat up, her breathing lous inside the heavy gas mask. "What the hell happened ?" she asked.

"Nothing, madam. They brought you up here like this. You're free for the rest of the day, but you must keep the mask on until tomorrow morning. Also the rod must stay in until then."

Gerda groaned. The rod felt thick and solid inside here, and the mask meant she could neither eat nor drink until breakfast. She sat up, furious. The drug, whatever it was, had left her with a feeling of sadistic well being. She felt ready to conquer the world.

"Get me high boots and a heavy mackintosh," she instructed, "I'm hungry and thirsty and I'm going to go and complain to Miss Dodds. It's bad enough being strapped down and injected with some flippin' truth drug, but I'm damned if I am going on a compulsory diet as well !"

Maria rushed to obey. She laced her Mistress into high leather thigh boots and buttoned her into a thin black latex mackintosh, then meekly brought across a piece of paper. "I was told to give you this, Mistress, if you decided to go downstairs."

Angrily, Gerda tore open the envelope, rubbing the glass of the heavy rubber gas mask in order to see better. She read :-

"It is possible the after effects of the drug will make you feel belligerent. This is normal. Your padlocked mask and lack of food is to counter this. And to prepare you for tomorrow. Your maid Maria is at your disposal. I strongly suggest you take your feelings out on her, rather than make a scene downstairs which can only result in severe restraint and a great number of demerits. Affectionately, Miss Dodds."

Gerda re-read it, her anger cooling as she realised the sense of the message. She eyed Maria speculatively. "You know what is in this ? I'm sure you know much more than I about what happens around here !"

For once Maria looked apprehensive, her eyes through her mask blinking rapidly. "Yes, Madam, I had orders to lay out the thin leather riding whip. I am at your disposal !"

"My god, yes you are !" breathed Gerda, "If I am to be kept in this heavy mask for 18 hours, you're going to suffer too ! Get yourself spread across the table and hold on tight !"

She took up the long leather whip, feeling huge anticipation at what she was about to do. Gleefully, she slashed ten times across Maria's latex covered bottom until she was crying out.

"Slut ! Bitch !" Gerda yelled, "You were made to be punished !" Again and again the whip cracked against the tightly stretched yellow rear of her maid, until the girl was whimpering and pleading to be gagged. "Please, please, Mistress, if they hear me scream I will get huge numbers of demerits, please gag me tightly !"

"No !" said Gerda viciously, "You will keep quiet, and for every scream I will give you two more strokes !" The whip slashed down, time after time, until Gerda's arm ached. Suddenly her mood evaporated, and she was overwhelmed with remorse at what she had done to her closest friend on the island. She hugged her quietly sobbing maid.

"What have I done, Maria ? What made me do this ? I didn't want to punish you so severely, it must have hurt like hell !"

Her maid stood up, wobbling slightly on her heels and feeling her arse gingerly. "I'll have to eat standing up for the next week, Mistress, but don't let it worry you. You see, this is all part of the Final Treatment. They told me this was likely to happen when you came out of the drug. Please be careful tomorrow when they take off the mask, they may try to trick you into saying something you may regret !"

In a daze, Gerda allowed herself to be put to bed, the heavy breathing tube of the gas mask sounding loudly in her ears, apologising again to Maria who was giving every indication of being none the worse for her whipping. She lay back in her heavy rubber sleeping suit and wondered what other subtle tests lay ahead of her.