Gagged in leather corset | Gerda's story 41 | free bondage stories

"Is this branding dangerous ? I mean, could it have any serious effects on slave Yvette ?"

The Doctor chuckled. "No and yes. No, to it being dangerous. Painful, I grant you but the antiseptic I apply afterwards prevents any chance of infection. As to the effects, the scars, which will heal very rapidly, will remain clearly visible on the buttocks for a long time."

"I think Yvette is ready now, shall we proceed ?" Gerda found herself rustling into the kitchen in a daze. Cheryl was finishing her task of passing long chains through the various rongs on Yvette's costume, padlocking them tightly under the table so that the slave was now spread-eagled by her arms to the front legs of the table, while her rear, raised up by the thick bolster to achieve maximum tightness of her bottom, allowed her legs to be strapped together from thigh to ankles. Both ankle bonds were chained securely to the legs of the table.

"Two long straps now, Cheryl, under the table and around the tops of the buttocks, and the same around the tops of her thighs, to keep her bottom absolutely immoveable."

While the maid carried out Karl's instructions, he carefully examined and tested the existing chains, further tightening one or two, especially the one holding the heavy neck collar so that Yvette's face, turned to one side, was held firmly against the pillow. He kissed her gently on the masked gag. She gave a faint whimper of approval, the best she could manage.

He returned to Gerda, standing uncertainly in the background, still horrified by the task in front of her. "You needn't worry, slave Yvette has been wanting this for a whole year. All I ask is that you do it properly ! The irons will be red hot and it needs only two seconds, but don't pull back at the crucial moment or she will have to suffer it all over again !"

All was finally ready. The Doctor stood by with a swab and ointment. Karl handed the first branding iron to Gerda. It looked like a soldering iron, plugged into the wall by a long cord, on the end of which was a one inch high letter 'K', now glowing bright red. She took hold of the wooden handle, her senses reeling with excitement and fear, feeling the heat even through her gloves. She approached the tightly stretched bottom of her friend, seeing the two patches of bare fleash straining taughtly against the cut out holes.

"Go on," urged the Baron softly, "It hurts less if you do it quickly."

She poised the iron carefully in the centre of the white flesh, then quickly thrust it hard against Yvette's cheek, holding it firmly there for an endless two seconds. There was a sickening stench of burning flesh and Yvette let out a high pitched scream through her gag, her body shaking in her bonds as best it could. The Doctor hurried forward and carefully wiped the burn, an angry red welt in the centre of the left cheek.

Mutely, Gerda handed back the iron to Karl, accepting the second one with an 'S' on the end. Without waiting she pressed it firmly against the other cheek, wincing at the sizzle and Yvette's body thrashing helplessly in it's heavy bondage.

Gently, the Baron took the iron from her unresisting fingers, while the Doctor attended to Yvette. A faint sobbing issued from behind the hood. On her white bottom was now burnt the final proof of her slavery branded into her flesh.

When the Doctor had departed, Karl bent down over the chained and strapped body of his slave and gently kissed her masked and gagged face. "Now you are truly mine, darling slave, otherwise you must search the world for another Master with the initials 'K.S.'"

It was too much for Gerda, keyed up as she had been for the horrific moment of applying the branding irons. She burst into hysterical laughter. The Baron signalled to Cheryl to release his slave from her bonds. "Serve dinner in half an hour, and let slave Yvette dress in whatever outfit she wishes."

He took Gerda by the arm and led her back into the sitting room, and poured another drink for both of them. Gerda gulped it down, the fiery liquid making her feel better. Her inner latex suit was warm and streaming with perspiration, and she gained comfort from the rod tormenting her with every move, the grease glucking against her. He undid her long apron and she looked down at the beige jodhpurs and high heeled boots of her Mistress costume.

"I feel terrible," she said finally. "She's branded for life and I did it !"

"Nonsense, you heard her beg for it ! Don't you wish for your Master to do the same to you ? He will one day, you know !"

A thrill ran through her. To be branded by him, her cruel and loving Master, to bear his mark for evermore ! Of course he would, and now she felt better about Yvette. Abruptly, karl changed the subject.

"As you are my guest for the night you will sleep in the Corset suspender, a pleasant if somewhat restrictive way of passing the night. But I am sure you have had plenty of practise sleeping in heavy bondage !"

She smiled through her mask. "Yes, Master, after a night in the punishment sleeping suit I experienced recently, nothing could scare me anymore !"

For some time they idly chatted about Gerda's experiences and training, then the bedroom door opened and Yvette emerged. Masked, booted and gloved, she wore a long white rubber evening dress, loose from the waist down. Coolly, she crossed to the bar and made herself a drink. Then she came over to Gerda and smiled radiantly through the opening in the tight latex hood.

"God ! It was wonderful ! I've never experienced such fiery pain before ! If I hadn't been so stupidly scared I would have taken a pleasure. Thank you, dear Gerda !" She bent forward and kissed Gerda on the lips, mask to mask. Gerda had an uncontrollable surge of love and clasped Yvette closely to her, suddenly aware of the lithe body inside the rustling gown.

A magnificent dinner was brought across from the main kitchens and served by Cheryl. Yvette sat gingerly on a soft cushion. She was in a sparkling mood, hyped by the painful but exciting memory of the branding. The Baron joked constantly with her, and Gerda was pleased by the obvious love they showed one another.

Later, after coffee and cognac, the Baron ordered Cheryl to bring across the corset suspender. "We're going to bed now, Gerda, so I must make sure you are comfortable for the night in your harness. You will find it an interesting experience, especially if you have never been hung in one before ! You may retire to the bedroom to clean your teeth or whatever little slaves do before bed."

When Gerda returned a few minutes later, Cheryl was holding out a very stiff brown leather corset with short legs. At a nod from Karl, she climbed into it, finding it lined with heavy rubber sheeting. Her arms slid into sleeves attached to the inside of the corset, rendering them helpless. Under the Baron's watchful eye, Cheryl laced it agonisingly tight up to the high boned collar so that Gerda was unable to move her torso or her head.

"You'll love this," said Yvette cheerfully, "I've spent some happy nights in it, especially if you're greased and rodded !" Gerda watched with misgivings as Karl attached four chains to the reinforced belt of the corset, feeling acutely her own implacable rods and grease. She heard the soft click of the winch ratchet and next moment the chains and corset tightened and she was lifted off her feet, thrusting her greased insertions ruthlessly inside her.

The Baron brought across a soft half hood which he pulled over her head, blindfolding her but leaving her nose and mouth free. "Darkness is always an asset in these circumstances, and you can call out if anything troubles you too greatly." He turned the winch again, lifting Gerda several feet into the air, her legs dangling helplessly through the bottom of the corset. It was a wonderful secure feeling, her head held firmly by the high collar. Slowly she swung back and forth, subtly moving her rods inside her. Highly aroused and excited she wished for a pleasure, but the limited stimulation provided by the immoveable rods would simply increase her frustration. She sighed as she heard them say goodnight, and minutes later was herself soundly asleep.

Black darkness gave way to bright strip lights overhead, and slowly she realised she was in a hospital bed. The Executioner, in a shining black rubber nurses' uniform, masked and gloved, looked down at her, her red mouth grinning evilly through the mask.

"Get up, slave Gerda, you are perfectly well after your operation ! I want to fit you into your new suit which I have had specially made for you. It will be very smart !"

Obediently, Gerda struggled to sit up. Her arms felt numb, and the Japanese nurse had to help her out of bed. She was already clad in a tight black latex suit, and now they brought across a gleaming brown leather costume with boots attached, and held her body while she slipped her legs into the lower part. Carefully she stood up in the high heels of the boots while they pulled the tight garment over her shoulders and viciously laced up to the back to the high stiff neck. Then a wide corselet of the same material was being tightly laced around her waist, so that not a wrinkle showed in the shining brown leather.

"Beautiful !" the Executioner said with relish, "Such an improvement without the arms !"

Gerda looked down in horror, barely listening to the voice as it continued "The doctor did a nice job of cutting them off, and you must now learn to serve without arms. No more handcuffs, slave, and just look at how well the leather suit fits without any arms...."

Gerda saw the smooth suit, devoid of hands or arms, encasing her body. The heavy gag muffled her frantic screams, and the nurse came forward with a faceless leather hood.....

She awoke from the nightmare to find herself swinging gently in her bondage, her arms numb inside the tight corset. She could just flex her fingers inside their latex gloves, and gave a low sob as she felt them move. She clenched comfortingly on her rods, re-awakening her desire. The mask prevented her seeing any vestige of light to disturb her concentration, and with as much patience as she could muster she drifted slowly back to sleep.