Master and chained rubber slave | Gerda's story 38 | free bondage stories

"Keep your cool, slave Gerda," she purred "You are invited here for one reason, to be very humble. You will serve drinks at a small gathering, and be utterly subservient to every command."

Gerda was horrified. "Please, not with this rod sticking out, everyone will see it" she mumbled past the limp balloon on her tongue.

"Of course. It's called a cock's tail. Now I will pump up your gag and pull your head further back so you look like a proper slave !"

Laura pulled back on the chain attached to the top of Gerda's helmet until her head was pulled agonisingly back. Then the gag was pumped up until her cheeks bulged out against the rubber of the helmet.

"Now go and serve your Master's guests in that stupid baby outfit of yours. And don't dare move if they want to caress that rod of yours ! That is the sign of your servitude, and don't you forget it !"

Gerda stepped carefully on her high heels into the large drawing room, feeling the need to crawl into a hole somewhere and die. Her high stockings, tight corset and crackling vinyl bloomers made her a ridiculous figure, and her gagged head pulled viciously back was a positive symbol of her obedience. She was both thankful and embarrassed to see Guy was the host. At least the hood hid her furious blushes.

Most humiliating of all was the long rod up her bottom, sticking out of her arse like a long tail, and her nude breasts straining outwards through the holes in the tight latex jacket.

There were eight people in the room. Thankfully she saw they were all Masters and a few of their slaves. She saw her friend Yvette, dressed in a severe tight fitting latex evening dress, wave a hand. Then Le Compte spoke.

"Gentlemen, I wanted you to see a slave serving her Final Treatment ! It's so rare to find such a girl, but blessed is the Master who finds one !"

A short man, clad in black rubber from head to toe, idly kicked the girl sitting, tightly strapped, at his feet.

"But, Caro Guy, you have trained this stupid slave of mine superbly, so why take this one even further ?"

Guy spoke briefly. "There are certain females who can endure more than others. We never try to achieve the impossible. Now, you are gathered tonight to see the results of the training of the perfect slave. She id strapped into a most uncomfortable position, her head pulled proudly backwards, tightly corseted, and wearing six inch heels. She is also wearing a high level rod with the punishment extension which prohibits her from sitting, and her breasts are exposed. I will now attach these torture screws to her nipples, and also put another pair of thick gloves on her, and attach wrist and ankle chains to make her servitude more difficult !"

A tall man, dressed in skin tight leather, his arm around Yvette, laughed appreciatively. Gerda imagined it must be her friends German Master who visited the island once each month for a long weekend with his slave.

"I like her, Guy ! What a superb figure she has, and she does not cringe in submission ! If she were not yours I would bid for her. Anything to get rid of this ugly slave of mine !"

There was general laughter, for the slim Yvette had been a top level slave for more than two years, and was envied by most other girls. Her Master adored her, and had recently bought her a huge diamond ring which she sometimes wore on her gloved hand when off duty.

Guy crossed to Gerda and led her to a cupboard in a corner of the room. He took out two steel nipple rings and screwed them tightly on until she was gasping with the pain through her gag. Despite her agony, she tried to lean toward him to tough her masked face to his. He understood the gesture, and bent briefly to kiss her gagged mouth.

"Lovely Gerda," he murmured quietly. "Just remember this is your moment of submission and humility, but you are infinitely superior to anyone in this room !" She felt tears in her eyes and knew she loved him so desperately that she would gladly suffer any torture for him.

He attached leather straps to her ankles, with a twelve inch chain connecting them. With the high heeled boots she knew it would be terrifyingly difficult to walk. Then he slid a pair of thick rubber gloves over her already gloved hands and strapped them above her elbows. Mutely she held out her hands for the cuffs, again attached by a short chain of only six inches. he brought her back to the centre of the room.

"Observe, everyone, my perfect slave ! Gagged and double masked, her head is chained back to her corsetted waist. She walks expertly on her high boots with six inch stiletto heels chained so she can only take the tiniest of steps. The suspendered stockings and bare breasts have never been part of a slave's training, and are therefore all the more humiliating. The pain of the nipple screws is considerable, and I needn't dwell on the utter degradation of her appearing in front of you with a massive Rod padlocked into her bottom and extending out behind. Well, my slave, how do you feel ?"

It was a rhetorical question. With her cruelly inflated gag there was no way Gerda could answer.

She took a deep breath through her nose holes. Now she understood what the Executioner had meant, what the truth drugs were bringing out from her subconscious mind. This was what she wanted ! In her normal life she would never to have known it, and certainly not admit it. But now she felt a surge of power and well being. She wanted to be the perfect slave, to serve these people, to be humiliated by them, to do anything which would please her Master. She felt a wild sexual thrill and stepped forward until she was the performer in front of the audience.

She raised her chained hands above her head, stretched tightly until her whole magnificent body was animalistic poetry. Then she curved back her head even further so that the restraining chain slackened, indicating her desire for more extreme punishment, then slowly sank to her knees. She allowed the end of her rod to rest on the floor, then made a theatrical gesture of macking on it, nodding her masked head to indicate her approval. Her hands slid down to the top of her thighs, to the bare part between the stockings and the vinyl pants. Slowly she shook her head, conveying that never should any part of a slave's body be exposed. Finally she crawled forward on elbows and knees to Le Compte and thrust her chained back head against his tightly leathered crotch, her rodded bottom high in the air.

There was a burst of spontaneous applause. Guy put his gloved hand under her chin and lifted her to her feet.

"What a performance !" he whispered through his mask, "Like Sarah Bernhardt, you excite me to punish you for your very perfection ! Now go and serve everyone here with drinks and canapes. I won't bother to threaten you with the hundreds of demerits you'll receive if you trip or spill anything !"

She turned away slowly, carefully mincing on her tall heels to the small kitchen adjoining the room where Miss Dodds was supervising drinks, sandwiches and canapes. Gerda felt absurdly elated, and the older woman smiled with understanding.

"Bless you, child, I saw what you did, it was beautiful, and Le Compte will be so pleased ! Now, put on this serving apron quickly, and I have all the drinks ready on a tray."

The 'apron' was a short black rubber dress, very tight and with no sleeves. Miss Dodds undid one of the wrist chains so she could slip it on, the zipped it up the back. It had a high collar and came down to four inches above the knees. It had been specially made for the occasion, however, because Miss Dodds carefully fitted the hole in the back over the protruding rod, so that it protruded even more prominently. And there were two small holes at her breasts so that the nipple clamps could emerge.

"You look sensational, slave, now take those drinks and then come back for the canapes. And keep remembering that this is all a part of the Final Treatment, your Master will be watching every nuance of your reactions."

Gerda lifted the tray of drinks, her chained hand hardly able to span the heavy silver tray. With tiny cautious steps, reminiscent of a geisha girl ( she almost stumbled as the image of her adored and feared Yoko sprang unbidden into her mind at the thought ), she circled the room, carefully bowing to each Master and his slave before offering the drink. The bow was from the knees, as her head was still chained securely back to her waist, and her throat and gagged mouth ached abominably.

Then one of the Masters stopped her after accepting his drink. "Come, my beauty, I think you are enjoying your servitude ! Perhaps a little more pain will help ?" He tightened the screws on her nipples until she sobbed behind her gag, but managed to stand proudly erect, knowing her Master was watching. Fiercely she banished the pain into the realm of pleasure as she had been taught, and suddenly she felt wonderful and curtseyed to the abominable Master.

The inevitable happened. Another Master took hold of her protruding Rod and held it tightly, impaling her on it. She was forced to remain completely still, bent back in agony.

"Now, my proud slave, what is your reaction ? There's no way you can move without injuring yourself. On your knees !"

She felt the thrust of the rod inside her, and obediently sank to the floor, placing the empty tray in front of her and offering up her bottom to ease the pain. She felt the sweat of fear spring though her body, knowing that with one careless twist he could cause awful damage inside her.

Le Compte came forward, his voice smooth. "That is my privilege, Pierre. No one may touch her rod except myself. Be good enough to release her !"

There was a moments deathly pause, then Gerda felt the hand holding her rod loosen. She heard the man grumble "But I though we could do anything to her tonight ?"

She stood up slowly, realising that this was all part of the test. She picked up the tray, and with perspiration pouring down inside her suit, took tiny steps towards the kitchen.

"It's more of a mental exercise than a physical one," she heard Guy say, "There is no question of slave Gerda being unable to withstand the most severe training, pain and punishment. Now she is facing the tests of utter humiliation. That is why, my dear Pierre, there is no need for you, or me, ti inflict any further torture on her."

Now Gerda understood, and she mumbled through her gag at Miss Dodds, who nodded in agreement. "Yes, my dear Gerda, your Master will always protect you. If you are to be punished, it will be only at his command, nor at some of these oafs who pay a fortune to have a slave trained for them ! Now take this tray of caviar and smoked salmon and show them how well trained you are, that nothing can upset your submission."

Gerda felt superb. Now she knew that the ramblings of her sub-conscious during the last drug treatment had been true. She was experiencing an enormous sexual thrill by being forced to serve these people, her breasts and bottom cruelly confined in her slavery, her tight corset, classic stockings and high heeled boots, chained ankles and wrists, masked and tightly gagged, all part of her Master's subtle scheme to break her down. But whether he realised it or not, this was what she wanted, this enforced humiliation of being made to serve as a slave in front of others. As she returned to the big room she wished there were hundreds of people present to witness her degradation.

She stopped in the middle of the room, holding the silver tray in one gloved hand, deliberately allowing the other hand to drop to the limits of the chain. Then she knelt slowly, with difficulty keeping her balance as her head was forced further back by the restricting chain. Then she stood up proudly, and with tiny steps circled the room with the canapes.

Yvette's Master accepted two pieces of caviar on toast, then reached for her nipple clamps which, amongst all the other distractions she had almost forgotten about. Gerda winced inwardly, waiting for the intense pain to bite into her. Surprisingly, he loosened them slightly and she had to prevent herself screaming at the momentary pain.

"I think you have done marvellously, Gerda, my Yvette wears these nipple screws, and I know how they hurt eventually. Good luck with Le Compte, he is a fine man and you're lucky to have him !"

She almost wept. keyed up as she was to accept any torture during the evening, these kind words and actions almost destroyed her composure. She sank to her knees in front of him and gently pressed he masked head against his leather costume. Yvette immediately reacted, but in fun.

"Hey, Gerda, piss off will you ? You don't know what a real bastard Karl can be !" She turned to her Master. "Like tonight, Master ? You promised me some real punishment this time. This training centers' only fit for schoolgirls, I need some real action, I haven't once whimpered in pain since you were last here." She moved restlessly inside her tight latex evening dress. "Please, Karl, forget dear old Gerda, and concentrate on me. I need this weekend to be really tough, I've waited four long weeks for this !"

The German Master raised Gerda to her feet, then turned to Le Compte. "Perhaps we have a good situation here, yes ? May I borrow your slave for twenty four hours ? with, of course, the understanding that you can join us at any time."

Guy came across and removed the nipple screws from Gerda's breasts. "For you, my dear Karl, anything ! It will be a good test for my slave Gerda, but I beg you not to be lenient with her. She is in the final stages of her training and must accept anything, apart from any sexual contact, of course !"