Ceromony | Gerda's story 46 | free bondage stories

"Of course I do. Apart from the lucrative financial angle, I really believe there are many unhappy women in the world today who would benefit from a stay at the centre. And sometimes the Master's have something to learn, too."

"I'm not sure I follow you."

"Take Pierre, for instance, the nasty little man who took hold of your extended rod and would undoubtedly have hurt you just for the hell of it if I had allowed it. Apart from that somewhat base desire, he is a prominent lawyer, recently appointed to the judiciary. He has a wife and four children, and handles many cases for free if he sees an injustice."

Gerda was astonished. "Then why is he here ?"

"Because he is sensible enough to know he needs to come to terms with his own weakness. Rather than some sordid prostitute and all the risks such a move would entail, he has chosen to have a slave trained here who accepts his unusual desires. He pays a small fortune for the privilege, but at least he is honest about his desires. His slave gets a considerable sum too, so even she is not too unhappy !"

"But coming back to the matter in hand, Master, you really think I can pass my Tests ? God, how I want too, but the thought scares me. Also I have to admit that I find the Executioner horribly attractive, but I'm sure I am not a Lesbian. I love you so much, but there are moments when I want her domination and her cruelty desperately,"

Le Compte laughed and leaned forward to hold her gloved hands.

"There is nothing wrong with that, Gerda ! there is not one person on this Earth who is completely normal ! Realise this is all part of your training. Under the drugs, I am encouraging your feelings for the Executioner. I want you to love her, I want you to desire her as your Mistress, because I want to see how far you will go ! Just as long as you always come back to me ! But if you truly are a lesbian, then we will find out and will have to come to terms with it. But I must know the complete truth, so you will be forced to go ahead with your affair with Laura."

"But - " Gerda stammered, "How can you ever know ?"

He looked at her kindly. "I will know, Gerda. There is little that happens on this island that I don't know about. Now, we will re-join the others. You are, in effect, about to become my own personal slave, ready and willing to carry out any order, no matter how bizarre."

She suddenly felt cold inside her latex outfit.

"I feel shy, Guy darling, Master, it feels like I am really getting married !"

You are, in effect, to a lifestyle commitment. But marriage is a contract which can be broken, However, once you recite the slave oath of allegiance, you are committed as it cannot be broken." He looked at her sombrely. "Are you sure - very sure - that you are ready to accept this vow ? After you take it, as your Master, I can order anything at all, any punishment I deem fit, and you must accept it !"

She regarded her Master fondly.

"I have an alternative ?" The heavy latex rustled deliciously as she lifted an arm.

"Yes. You may walk through this other door and return to your quarters, and continue with your training. Everyone will be dismissed and there will be no stigma on your report."

She stretched out her arms toward him. "Dear stupid old Master ! I've been dreaming of this moment. I want and need your cruelty, I just pray you don't become a protective slob after we are married ! I have no idea of my true feelings for Laura, but no doubt you will punish me enormously if I take the wrong path. We should have a very interesting life !"

He stood up, his smile radiant. "Then lets go back to the others. let me take your cape now, so that they can see you in all your finery !"

She eased herself out of the chair, her huge rod inching out in its grease, aware that she had made an important decision. But she was sure she had made the right choice. All that mattered now was to become her Master's personal slave , to be bonded to him forever.

She replaced the yashmak over her nose. As Le Compte opened the door and conversation died away, all heads turned towards them. She stood inside the room, proud and beautiful in her white rubber, demurely clad, her eyes sparkling through the leather mask.

"Ladies, Gentlemen, slaves and maids," Le Compte began, "I am happy to announce that my slave Gerda has agreed to take the Oath of Slavery. Therefore she will now become my wedded slave. She will continue her training, but she will no longer be available to any other Master. The ceremony will take place in the chapel in one hour. Until then, enjoy yourselves because -" he paused and made a mock grim expression, "Tomorrow you may suffer for it !"

There was a burst of cheering and clapping. Yvette and Karl came up to congratulate her, the former clasping Gerda fondly to her.

"You're a lucky bitch, Gerda, although your dear Guy is a swine ! You'll suffer, all right, but you'll love every minute of it ! God, I'm hurting, I can't even sit down, tell whoever is taking the ceremony to hurry it up, otherwise I will have to stand during the service !"

Karl kissed her latex veil. "I wish you well, I think you are worthy of your new Master. May I complement you on that lovely outfit ! A true bride, fit for a king !" He leaned forward and whispered in her ear "Well rodded too, I hope !"

She returned his kiss through her yashmak. "Yes, you bastard ! A no. 10, I hope to take a pleasure during the ceremony ! meanwhile, thanks for a lovely evening, and make sure to keep Yvette in permanent punishment !"

Suddenly she was alone, facing the Executioner. The wide mouth smiled in apparent delight, the masked eyes hidden.

"Congratulations, dear slave Gerda ! We will be meeting often now, and I hope you will not forget your promise to me !"

Gerda rustled around the room in a daze, accepting everyone's best wishes, worrying about Laura's sinister words, her corset keeping her rigid, her waist enviously small.

She had imagined her descent into slavery would be simple, with no responsibilities, carrying out orders faithfully.

But now, like all of life, there were always decisions to be made...