Rubber and latex mistress | Gerda's story 42 | free bondage stories

Gerda returned to her quarters at ten the next morning, slightly stiff but otherwise refreshed by a sound night's sleep apart from her brief nightmare. Breakfast, served by a new maid dressed in a tight yellow and brown latex uniform, had been a curiously relaxed affair, like three close friends on holiday together, with no immediate cares in the world. Yvette's scars were now hurting, and she ate her scrambled eggs standing, looking sensational in a pair of loose silver latex pyjamas tucked into high heeled silver boots. But she patted her bottom with affection, the doctor having told her it would only be a couple of days before the scars healed.

The Baron was sleepy and good natured. "I could have you for twenty four hours, Gerda, but you have served well. You're dismissed now, I hope I have the pleasure of your company again soon !"

In her quarters, undressed and relaxing in a hot bath, Gerda felt at piece with the world. "All right, Maria," she called out, "I know you telephoned downstairs that I was back early, what are they cooking up for me now ?"

Maria came to the door, her usual cheery smile absent under her mask. "You're outfit's ready, Mistress, but it's terribly unfair. Why should you have too - "

"For God's sake," Gerda said irritably, "I've suffered just about everything possible since I arrived here ! There's nothing more they can do to me, short of killing me, and I'm sure they don't intend to do that after all this training !"

Maria was still at a loss for words. "I-I don't know, Mistress, but today is a test they seldom inflict on any slave. I've seen it happen only twice, and it's really cruel..." She broke off, obviously nearly in tears. Gerda stepped out of the bath and fondled her maid's head with affection.

"All right, Maria, but orders is orders ! What can I do, refuse to go down ? It wouldn't look very good in my present circumstances. What would Le Compte say, his slave and servant chickening out ? Come on, tell me the worst. What are the dressing instructions ?"

Miserably, Maria indicated the large range of clothes she had unpacked from a big case an Instructor had delivered from the Preparation room. Almost apologetically, she motioned her Mistress to bend over to receive the huge no. 10 rod on it's chain. Also attached to the thin gold chain was an equally large dildo. Even with each instrument well greased, it took several minutes and some choice curses from Gerda before they finally slid slowly into place front and back and were locked irremovably to the waist band.

"Jeez, they aren't kidding !" she moaned, close to a pleasure, "If I bend over I'll split in two !"

Next came extra thick latex Bermuda shorts, the legs tightly gripping Gerda's thighs. Maria had already prepared the special grease, and she poured half a litre into the top of the pants, waiting patiently while the thick grease spread out and filled the shorts. She pulled up the wide waist band as far as possible, then passed a roll of waterproof tape tightly around Gerda's waist, sealing on the pants and making it impossible for the grease to leak out.

Meanwhile, Gerda was having problems trying to control her ecstasy. The slippery grease glucked against her bottom and thighs with every move, entering her and causing the two monsters so implacably penetrating her to slide fractionally inside her, building her arousal to incredible levels. She closed her eyes and tried to concentrate on her complicated costume.

Maria helped her into a heavy skin tight latex suit, lacing it up the back and securing the high reinforced collar. The sleeves ended in thick moulded gloves.

Next came a similar suit, slightly looser, made of the heavy pliable tote rubber, again completely encasing her. It, too, had attached gloves, so that Gerda's hands were now almost completely useless.

With difficulty Maria brought across heavy booted chest waders in gleaming white rubber. The heels were four inches high, and when Gerda struggled into the weighty but well fitting waders, which came up to her arm pits, she found it difficult to balance, her struggles reactivating the wonderful, horrible grease. Maria attached the straps over her shoulders to keep them tightly in position and then turned back to the case.

"Not more !" groaned Gerda, "I'll be a turkish bath in five minutes." But she moved her hips gently, nearly swooning as the grease moved inside her pants in response. Maria brought across a long leather elbow glove. "Arms behind you, Mistress please, They're to be fastened together right up to the elbows."

Obediently, Gerda put her arms together behind her back, for a brief moment remembering her nightmare, while Maria slipped her heavily gloved hands into the single mitt, then pulled the glove up to her elbows and fastened them together with a strap. Then she started to lace up the glove, cruelly confining the two arms together.

Silently Gerda watched her maid draw out a wide steel belt and attach it around her waist, drawing it hideously tight by means of a screw and key. When Gerda was gasping, the maid put the key back into the case and took out a white rubber jacket. It had no arm holes, and she pulled it over her head with difficulty pulling it down to just above her bottom. It fitted tightly, and now Gerda was a shining figure in white rubber, arms held firmly and invisibly behind her. The grease and heavy rubber suits felt enormously exciting, and in the long mirror she experienced a sexual thrill at the sleek white figure with no arms. Her terrifying dream was almost coming true.

But Maria still wasn't finished. "It's a horrible helmet, Mistress. it's thick moulded rubber in two halves, shaped to the face and head, it'll be awefully hot on top of your own mask.

Gerda's thoughts could not manage to rise above her crotch, where the slowly warming grease was continuing to cause havoc to her composure. "Go ahead, Maria, I've had worse.

Carefully Maria clamped the fitted rubber mask against her Mistress's face, then brought the rear part up and fixed them together with eight small bolts and screws. Through the two small holes at her nose she gently pushed two small tubes up Gerda's nostrils, ensuring easy breathing. Then she tightened the screws until Gerda's head was tightly encased in the half inch thick rubber helmet. The stiff three inch high collar, over the collars of the other suits, held her head immovably erect. Through the tiny eyeholes, Gerda's vision was severely limited. In the mirror she could see her head as a featureless black hood, gleaming in the neon lights, with a small round hole at the mouth.

Finally, Maria drew out a long red latex cape and fastened it round Gerda's shoulders, "We're ready, Mistress," she said unhappily, "I'll take you downstairs, it's almost reporting time."