Mistress Maria and rubber | Gerda's story 37 | free bondage stories

At eight the next morning she was awoken by Maria, without the usual coffee and breakfast as the mask was still securely locked on. She accepted her daily enema in depressed silence, after with some difficulty removing the number 9 rod. Then she was dressed in thick grease pants, without a rod, and a heavy black latex suit, with boots, corset and gloves. She macked down the corridor in a furious mood, hungry, thirsty, randy, and with the damned mask still locked on. What sort of training is this ?

Maria had told her to report to the executioners office. The clock in the passage outside said exactly 9 o'clock when she knocked on the door. She opened the door and suddenly her heart skipped a beat and the room seemed to spin around her and she almost fell to the floor.

Dimly, she heard the Executioner's voice.

"It's a shock, isn't it, slave Gerda ? Your dreams have come true. Everything you want can now be yours!"

Gerda looked up, her breath misting the goggles of the mask, her senses reeling at what she saw. In front of her the Executioner was dressed from the wildest dreams of her imagination.

The boots were knee high, bright red, high heeled and laced perfectly into tight restriction. The shiny polished black rubber jodhpurs, tucked into the top of the red boots, glistened and gleamed with every slight movement. The tight rubber tunic, high collared with long stiff sleeves, was viciously encircled by a wide vinyl corselet. Long black rubber gloves encased the arms, and a short red rubber cape was thrown negligently over on shoulder.

But the face was not that of the Executioner. It was a cruel Japanese mask, perfectly fitted, with a long black wig hanging down to the constricted waist. The gloved hand held a long bull whip.

Gerda sank to her knees in total submission, the grease pants, now without the tortuous number 9 rod, macking sexily against her. Through her masks she looked again at the cruel Japanese face.. She watched, fascinated, as the gleaming black rubber jodhpurs moved in the bright lights.

"I was ordered to report at nine, Mistress" she managed to stammer, her voice echoing hollowly inside her masks.

"Yes, slave Gerda, what a pity you are on time, I could have given you some preliminary punishments. Whenever I wear this costume you will address me as 'Yoko, Mistress of my desires'. Because now, slave Gerda, you have revealed your hidden thoughts. Through the drug you will ask for your own punishments, or, as is now obvious, your own pleasures ! But any attempts to cover up your desires will only result in some very unpleasant punishments, do you understand ?"

"But how - why ?" Gerda started to ask.

"Because every week you will have the same injection," the blank Japanese face said remorselessly, "And if you lie or try to cover up, we will know very quickly." In a slightly kinder voice the Executioner said "This is part of your Final Treatment, Gerda, and under no circumstances may you hold back on your innermost feelings !"

Gerda groaned, her mind reeling. She heard a serving maid come across and unlock her top mask. Next moment she was breathing freely cool fresh air through her own comfortable slave mask. Almost unconsciously she edged forward on her knees until her masked face was touching the heavy black rubber of the Executioners jodhpurs.

"I don't understand," she moaned softly, "I've always had this fantasy of a cruel lesbian Japanese prison guard. I saw the photo in a book when I was young and it excited me terribly. But I have never been a lesbian."

"You did not address me as I ordered, slave. Put your face between your legs while Annebelle gives you ten strokes of the whip !"

The serving maid gave her ten hard lashes while Gerda pressed her face fiercely against the crackling rubber of the Executioner's legs. The pain was nothing to the pleasure she felt. When it was finished Laura spoke again.

"Almost every woman alive is part lesbian," she said conversationally, "Under the right circumstances, of course. Part of the Final Treatment will be to report to me, when I command it, as my lesbian slave. Not only will you obey my orders, but I will expect you to fulfil your own desires at the same time. Under the drug you will reveal your most dreaded and exciting sexual fantasies. But, and this is important to your final Tests, if you perform voluntarily, without the drug, then it will very much act in your favour !"

Gerda lifted her sweat streaked mask and looked at the cruel Japanese face above her. "Oh god, Yoko, Mistress of my desires, I promise I will obey you, serve you, do anything you want ! But please, my first love is to Master Guy, and always will be !"

She did not see Laura's flicker of approval. "Good slave ! Then you will come across to the couch and give me pleasure while my serving maid whips you."

The next few days passed in a dream for Gerda. Her "normal" training, now extremely severe, was resumed, and any spare time she had was devoted to her 'Japanese" mistress. After a few days she was once more ordered to the operating theatre and given another injection. The next day she reported as ordered to the Executioner, who this time was dressed and half masked as normal. Gerda regarded her with awe and affection. Despite her love for Guy, there was now a strong bond between herself and Laura.

"Yesterday's session under the drug was most interesting, slave Gerda. You admitted that you adored the thickest rods up your bottom - which we already knew - but you came out with a most peculiar request !"

Gerda waited in agonised silence for the guillotine to fall. She had no recollection of anything she had said under the drug.

"Yes, most intriguing," the Executioner continued, drawing out the suspense, "You begged for more humiliation ! You actually begged to be humbled in front of your fellow slaves ! Now that was interesting, it shows an enormous guilt complex, that you need to be purged of your sins in front of your peers ! So we have arranged a special session for you tomorrow."

"Whatever my mistress decrees," muttered Gerda, desperately trying to remember what she had said under the influence of the drug, half ashamed that she was disappointed that Laura was not wearing her Yoko mask.

"So tomorrow your maid, Maria, will dress you accordingly, and will give you your instructions for the day. Heed them well, slave Gerda, because the slightest infractions will count very heavily against you !"

Gerda spent a restless night in her rubber sleeping suit and was already awake when Maria arrived with breakfast. She undid her gag but was not her usual talkative self.

"Come on, Maria," Gerda said resignedly, "I know it's not going to be a good day, just how bad is it ?"

"It's unfair, Mistress" the girl blurted out, "They're just trying everything to break you down ! This 'Final Treatment' test is all wrong, you've passed most of your exams and now they are trying to trick you into rebellion !"

Gerda eyed her maid with affection. "Cool it, Maria, you could get an awful lot of demerits if anyone overheard you ! Let me be the judge, but I appreciate your concern."

After breakfast, Gerda went into the bathroom to receive her daily enema, a ritual which had taken her weeks to get used to. Now, it was just an accepted part of her training, hardly worth commenting on. Afterwards, she came into the sitting room to finf Maria laying out her costume and crying silently through her mask.

Gerda tried to comfort her. "Come on Maria, I've got to wear whatever it is, and I really don't mind ! Don't cry for my sake, you should know by now that T can cope with just about anything !"

Maria indicated the clothes on the table. "I know Mistress, but this is really cruel ! You won't be able to sit all day, and it's not fitting for a nearly top level slave to have to wear this !"

Gerda looked through the garments and was inclined to agree. Usually the slaves' costumes were either thick or thin, but always tight. Here, she seemed to have some sort of weird outfit made for a baby. Then she saw the rod, long and thick, probably a no. 8, but with a full twelve inches extending back beyond the flat base which allowed only the first eight inches to travel up her rectum.

Maria greased and inserted the rod, padlocking the thin chains holding it in place to a thin leather waist band. next came a pair of thick vinyl baby pants, with a hole in the back to allow the rod's extension to protrude. Then high black latex stockings, attached by suspenders to the heavy leather corset which was the next item to be laced tightly on. She picked up a thin latex jacket and slipped it onto Gerda, zipping it up the back. The breasts were cut out, and somehow seemed more exposed then when she were entirely naked.

Then very high heeled boots which Maria spent an age lacing into perfect restriction, long latex gloves and finally a heavy black rubber helmet to go on over Gerda's slave mask. "The gag's a pressure one, Mistress. And over this hood I have to fit a harness to secure your head back to your corset. I'm sorry !"

Gerda inserted the gag, then fitted on the heavy rubber helmet, relaxing while Maria laced it up tightly. Then she felt her head being pulled back by a chain from the crown of the helmet down to her waist.

She was puzzled by the psychology of the costume. It was a cross between a baby doll and slinky maid outfit. She felt duly humbled by the long rod extending far out behind her making it impossible to sit, but she had long since learnt that slaves in Training are very rarely allowed to sit comfortably.

She was to report to the study, a small room sometimes used by her Master for private interviews. But it was Laura waiting, dressed in a cool silver caftan of pure rubber.