Marriage ceremony in rubber and latex | Gerda's story 47 | free bondage stories

To Gerda's immense surprise, the marriage ceremony was for real.

She had understood from Maria, and even from Guy's own words, that this was to be a ceremonial 'initiation' marriage, a bonding of herself to her Master, a final and fitting end to her long months of Training, but basically a mock ceremony.

But at the door to the small Chapel the doctor came forward to take hold of her arm. "I hope you don't mind;" he whispered, "But I am going to be your father figure and give you away. Karl has offered to be your best man, so you're in good hands. You even have your own bridesmaids !"

As if in a dream, Gerda saw that Yvette and Marcia were walking behind her, demurely holding bunches of flowers in their gloved hands, dressed in heavy white rubber gowns. Then they were entering the chapel, and Miss Dodds was playing the wedding march on the organ and smiling at her.

At the alter, the fat and cheery priest turned towards them, dressed in his normal robes. He waited until Guy and Karl joined Gerda and the Doctor, and the strange congregation of instructors, slaves, serving maids and staff were seated. He came forward and addressed the packed Chapel as the organ died away to silence. His smile was benign.

"I have known Le Compte de Rhislain for many years," he began, "And I am proud to consider him a close friend. He gives much to charities, and has helped many less fortunate than himself. This is why I gladly come to his island twice a month, fully aware of the somewhat unusual practises carried out here, so that any of you who may need to be in touch with God may do so."

"As the Bible says: Cast ye not the first stone...! Our patron Le Compte, has embarked on a strange path in life, on which involves much trust and understanding, and who are we to criticize his ideals and ambitions ? Be sure, however, that he is helping some lost souls find their way in life. Today, I am grateful to be the one who will wed him to his chosen marriage partner !"

"Now come forward, so that I may carry out this holy ceremony."

Soon it was over, a dazed Gerda looking at her ring on her gloved left hand in the shape of a gold padlock. She had felt the large Rod push into her bottom as they knelt, and felt strangely comfortable at the swish of her rubber costume as she stood up.

Guy, now her husband, lifted the white rubber yashmak and kissed her hard, his eyes bright and devilish. "A surprise, my love ? I told you you would be mine forever !"

"Is it really true, master ?"

"The marriage is true. Now you have a reason to prove your submission. But the honeymoon will only start after you have passed your Final Exams !"

Gerda had cried with happiness at the reception, still unable to believe she was actually the wife of Le Compte, the man she had loved with all her heart from that first moment in Paris. Now after all the months of intense training, she was actually his lawful wife and slave. But not quite yet, she thought, I still have to pass my Final Exams, to become a Top Level slave, and will I be able to accept his no doubt fearful trials ?"

That night, for the first time since she had left Paris to come to the island, she slept with him in the nude.

Mentally it was beautiful, but in the early morning she awoke shivering and longing for her rubber sleeping suit.

Returning to her own quarters the next morning, Gerda found there was to be no let up in her training. Maria was waiting for her, costumes laid out ready, and she had to submit to her usual daily enema.

"It's you time for another injection, Mistress. You must report to the Executioner in under an hour !"

Dreamily Gerda took a hot bath, remembering her husband's caresses during the long night, still amazed that when her body was in the throes of incredible pleasures she had been regretting the fact that she wasn't dressed properly, that it would have been better in tight clinging latex or heavy loose rubber.

Maria was her usual voluble self, chattering away as she moved gracefully in her tight costume and high heeled boots. "It was lovely, dear Mistress, just perfect ! Now you only have to finish your final training and then you will become the Supreme Mistress, and we will have to bow to you every time we pass you in the corridor !"

As her maid was zipping up her working suit and gently pushing in a no. 6 Rod through the rear opening, Gerda was suddenly depressed. Supposing she failed the final exams, or supposing, as Guy had hinted, she turned out to be a latent lesbian, preferring the Executioner to her Master ? never, she thought stoutly, I hate that bitch and today I'll finish that nonsense once and for all.

She took the elevator down to the main floor and strode along the corridor to the room where the Executioner waited. Her high leather thigh boots felt tight and pleasant over her black latex working suit, and the Rod macked comfortably up her bottom with every step. Outside the door she made sure her elbow gloves were pulled up tight and her mask was without a wrinkle. Then she knocked and entered.

Laura was sitting in her usual armchair, "Come in, dear Gerda," she purred, "Congratulations again on your most fitting marriage ! What a shame your honeymoon has to start with such a brutal session ! I feel like a real bitch !"

Gerda knelt and made her obeisance as a slave, refusing to collect Demerits by answering back. She was Guy's wife and his personal slave, and nothing this wretched woman could say would alter that.

"I am in your hands, Mistress, to be trained as you see fit," she murmured. If the words pleased Laura, she gave no sign.

"Stand up, slave. Go and lie on the operating table. You remember this is your morning for another injection?" She pressed a button by her chair and a serving maid appeared at the door.

"Strap the slave down to the table," she ordered, "Then bring me my operating gown, the heavy white rubber one, and also a recording unit with a full length new tape. And put a syringe in the disinfectant unit."