Tied in heavy corset and pussy clamps | Gerda's story 45 | free bondage stories

Gerda awoke early. It had been a reasonably warm night and the air conditioning had been set high by Maria, so she had slept in the nude between the dark blue rubber sheets.

She was astonished to find herself feeling alive and well, with only a slight ache in her neck and arms from the severe bondage of the night before. She remembered, with a flush of shame, having the rubber tube pulled from her throat, then being half carried back to her quarters by two Instructors, still pleading to be taken to the punishment room and be cruelly whipped. Dimly she remembered Maria unscrewing the heavy helmet and unlocking the chains and rod, followed by a long session on the toilet, after which she had fallen into an exhausted sleep. Much later she had taken a shower, now compis mentis, and then slipped back into bed.

There was twenty minutes before Maria would report and bring in her breakfast. She entered the sitting room and unlocked the drawer in the desk and opened her diary. It was dawn chilly now, she she crossed to one of the big cupboards and slid open the door. She chose a dark red mackintosh lounging suit, the loose trousers with feet attached, delighting in the cold rustle as she pulled it on. She crackled loudly as she moved back to the desk and sat down.

What a diary this has turned out to be ! I am writing this now, while waiting for breakfast, aware that there are many days which are blank ( days of total suffering ?) but when I have been too exhausted even to fill in a page.

So where am I now ? Last night I disgraced myself - as usual - by completely breaking down and screaming for more punishment. Me ! The parisian iceburg, as one rejected journalist unkindly labelled me. Admittedly, last night was a very tough session, and that bitch Laura systematically destroyed my will power with a vicious laxative, and the treacherous grease, and some sort of sexy gas, but I have a horrible feeling I was ready for it. I blush when I think of some of the ridiculous statements and pleas which were forced out of me. Or were they ? Can't I even be honest in my own private diary ?

O.K. I shouted them willingly, wanting them, especially the whipping !

That feels better. But where do I go from here ? Why do I love and hate in equal measure that awful bitch Laura and find her so attractive ? Guy is my true love, my adored Master. Why am I complicating my life like this ?

There was a knock at the door and Maria bustled in with Gerda's breakfast tray. She laid it out and unstrapped her gag, bubbling over with excitement. "You're up early, Mistress ! Apparently you were magnificent in last night's test, and I have marvellous news. I've to bring up the wedding outfit. You know what that means ?"

"I'm to get married today ?" Gerda said joking.

"Almost ! I'm not supposed to tell you, but it means you are to serve your Master officially ! Even though you haven't yet finished the Final Treatment, he is accepting you as his Top Level slave ! Oh Mistress, you must be so happy !"

She strapped in her gag and departed to the preparation room to collect Gerda's costume. Gerda felt curiously detached. It was the moment she had longed for all these weeks, but somehow she had been expecting some sort of horrifying ritual attached to it. Now she was to dress in a wedding gown and present herself to her Master. It seemed an anti-climax.

She stood, suddenly remembering the night before last when she had spent an incredibly sexy night swinging helplessly in her heavy corset bag suspended from its chains in Karl's chalet. In the early morning her legs had scrabbled wildly and her body swung crazily as she took a long sustained pleasure, desperately trying to work herself on the greased dildo's forced so tightly inside her, the humiliation of hanging from the ceiling, arms locked in side, had helped her achieve a massive orgasm. She wondered how she could arrange for such a punishment sleeping position again. perhaps she could ask Miss Dodds. Then yesterday, sexually disgracing herself in front of the Executioner. She closed her eyes in shame.

Maria returned, staggering under the weight of a large case. "It's all here, Madam, you'll look sensational !" Suddenly she looked troubled. "There's only one thing, Mistress, it's a no.10 rod !"

For a moment Gerda was horrified, then she shrugged. "I suppose it made sense, and I did wear it again last night, monstrous as it is. Perhaps this wedding outfit will be more interesting than I imagined !"

It was indeed. But first the maid carefully inserted the huge no.10 road into her Mistress's bottom. But Gerda had happily worn it the previous night and after the third attempt the massive penis like object slid smoothly into her helped by the grease. She straightened up, moaning, but mostly with pleasure and quickly slipped on the heavy white latex pants , brief and very tight, to keep the rod in position.

She returned to the sitting room, where Maria had laid out the remainder of the outfit. Everything was in white. A thin latex over-all suit, with the breasts cut out, two pairs of long gloves, one of latex and one of satin, a three inch high leather collar and matching hood with a thin yashmak attached, and a magnificent pair of high heeled leather boots, lacing thigh high. The gown itself, of shimmering thick white latex, tight fitting but elegantly cut, had long sleeves and a high neck. The final item was a fearsome torso corset, also in white leather and with breasts cut out.

Half an hour later, Gerda regarded herself in the long mirror. Maria gave an exclamation of delight. "You look fabulous, Mistress, I've never seen such a beautiful vision !" The tall figure stared back, only the five inch heels of the long thigh boots showing beneath the svelt white gown. The long gloves swept up to the shoulders, giving no hint of the extra latex pair underneath, sealed on under the suit. Her breasts, held extra firmly by the holes in both undersuit and corset, strained against the wedding gown, her nipples tight and hard against the cool latex.

Her masked head was held proudly high by the wide white collar, her bearing regally erect enforced by the corset which Gerda had insisted on being extra tight for her wedding day. The perfectly fitting laced hood was demurely covered in front by the latex yashmak, leaving only her eyes visible through the leather mask. There was no gag, allowing her to speak freely through the veil.

"It is fabulous !" Gerda breathed, subtly moving her body to hear the gown rustle against her. She was aware of the delicious imprisoning sensation of the corset and tightly laced boots coming to the very top of her thighs. She walked about the roonm, the huge rod reminding her with every step that she was still a slave.

"It's almost time, Madam," Maria exclaimed after consulting the clock. "There is one more item in the case. Isn't it gorgeous ?"

She unfolded a floor length cape of soft white leather, lined with smooth red rubber and draped it around her Mistresses shoulders, fastening the collar with a heavy gold chain. Gerda loved the sensation. She wondered vaguely what incredible price this outfit must be worth. The cape alone, with it's wonderful workmanship, would have cost a small fortune in a salon in Paris. She blinked back the tears as she realised how happy and honoured she was to have such a wonderful Master. And now she was to be accepted as his Top Level slave and wife, to serve him permanently, the highest honour of all.

Maria pushed in her own gag, then Gerda briefly clasped her in her arms, trying to convey her love and gratitude to the petite serving maid who had helped and advised her since that terrifying moment so long ago when she had innocently come ashore with Guy, imagining she would have a restful holiday as a guest on the island.

They descended the four floors in the ornate elevator, and Maria led her towards Le Compte's drawing room. She opened the doors and stood aside to allow Gerda to enter.

Gerda strode in and stopped abruptly. Nearly everyone in the Centre was there, Miss Dodds, Guy, a phalanx of Instructors, the Doctor. Then she saw Laura, ravishing in a tight white leather suit and half mask. To one side stood all the slaves and serving maids, all hooded and gagged and wrists chained behind them.

Guy came slowly towards her, also in a tight leather suit with a short cape flung over one shoulder and thigh high boots. A dashing cavalier. "I want to talk to you first.. We'll go into my study."

He steered her through the admiring crowd, noticing that all the maids and slaves were being freed, the gags removed and drinks being served, cool glasses of champagne. Obviously Guy had declared an amnesty for the duration of the ceremony !

In the small study adjacent she sank into the familiar leather armchair where she had sat many times in the past, sometimes to be lectured, sometimes to hear a report on her progress. She felt her bottom extend under the pressure of the no. 10 rod, but now it only gave her a feeling of pleasure. She remembered briefly the horrifying session when she had been forced to wear it for the first time.

Guy sat opposite her, smiling.

"I feel like that English chap who sneaks up on someone and says ' This is your life' ! But, lovely Gerda, this is your life from now on. You will still continue with your final treatment, and eventually you will undergo the Tests and Exams to officially enter the Top Level of your slave training. But I have no doubt now that you will pass them."

"But how do you know, Master ?" Gerda asked worriedly, "You have more confidence in me than I do ! Sometimes I am not as strong as I know you want me to be."

He made a gesture. "Remove that veil for a moment, I can only see your eyes, and I like to watch your mouth as you talk." Obediently, she did as he asked, revealing more of the smooth hood and her lips through the breathing slit. Guy stood in front of her.

"Nobody is as strong as he'd like to be, otherwise we would all be supermen and women. The strength of people is in mastering there weaknesses, and the fight to be better than they are. You have to learn to desire your punishments. We could break you physically, torture you until you are a slobbering wreck but I want no part of that." He paused and Gerda felt her love course through her.

"You really believe in what you are doing, don't you Guy?