Slave Annabelle | Gerda's story 49 | free bondage stories

Le Compte sat back in the wide armchair, his long limbs stretched in front of him, affectionately regarding the two latex clad serving maid who were busily lacing up his high white leather boots over the legs of his skin tight suit of shining black latex. He liked the contrast of black and white, and the red vinyl belt, too tight to be really comfortable, gave a sinister splash of colour.

It was a costume he wore only for special occasions, such as the first of the final exams which Gerda would undergo this evening. He smiled at the thought of her, the poor darling even now being solemnly dressed for her exam, probably scared stiff.

So, he was now a married man. The delectable girl with whom he had fallen in love all those months ago had turned out to be the perfect foil, beautiful, proud and intensely masochistic, with a very definite spirit which no amount of suffering would ever quench. He thanked his lucky stars that at long last he had found his soul mate.

There had been many slaves who had served him, most of them honoured to do so, and some he had genuinely loved for a time. But now, in his mid 40's, he knew he had ended his search. His only immediate worry was whether she could withstand the heavy punishments ahead of her for the next week or so. If not, she would have to revert to several more months of ordinary training. Few slaves passed the final exams at the first attempt, although Yvette for one had waltzed through them. But she was ideally suited to the life she was now leading and her master Karl made sure she got what she most desired, devising astonishing tortures but also insisting she educated herself.

One of the gagged maids politely indicated he should stand up so that she could complete the lacing of the boots. He perched carefully on the three inch high wedge heels, wondering again how slaves ever managed to walk in six inch stiletto's. He saw by the name stencilled across her mask that it was Mirenka, a comparative newcomer to the island who was hoping on day to train as a slave. She had been jailed for shop lifting and petty theft before becoming a prostitute, but her plain face had acted against her. Here, where a maid was always masked, only a girl's figure mattered. She had been very keen to learn her new role in life.

The other maid was Anne, a slim girl who had originally been sullen and difficult, but over the past year had settled down well and was now on the verge of applying to become a slave. Guy shook his head, despite the rigours of the training, suffering and humiliation, it seemed that many women found it filled there needs better than anything else.

There was a knock on the door and Miss Dodds entered. She was. as always, dressed as a matron ( in rubber of course ), and always concerned about her 'girls', never 'slaves'. because of the two maids present she addressed him formally.

"If you are ready, Le Compte, Miss Gerda will be reporting in five minutes. Everything is prepared. The heat cell has been warming for an hour, with two instructors and four maids on duty, and the Doctor of course. The Executioner will carry out the opening ceremony, as you ordered.

Guy dismissed the two maids, and waited until the door had closed behind them. "help yourself to a drink, Didi, while I get myself hooded up. Tell me, what do you think her chances of passing are ?"

Miss Dodds crossed to a cabinet and poured a small drink into a heavy cut glass tumbler. "You made the rules, Guy. A slave doesn't know it, of course, but a slave automatically passes as long as she does not give the emergency signal to be released. She can scream and moan all she likes, so long as she doesn't give in. I'd say your new wife has too much pride to give in. She's a determined young lady, and I hope she gives you hell in the future !

Guy had pulled on his black leather mask and was lacing it down the back. He grinned through the mouth hole, eternally grateful for the competence of the elderly woman who ran the house like a military operation.

"You're an old softie, Didi !I know you don't approve of these exams, but they are a psychological necessity. The slave must feel that she has really achieved something after all those months of training. When they do pass, they are as proud as peacocks, and the new slaves are as envious as hell and really look up to them !"

"I suppose you are right, but these tests are awfully severe. I think the Doc has nightmares right though them. Anyway, he has examined her and she is as fit as a fiddle. Shall we go ?"

Gerda cracked along the corridor, her gloved hands on Maria's shoulders, already hot inside the strange rubber costume she was wearing. Surprisingly, Maria had laid out only one suit, with a pair of lace up boots and a leather belt as accessories, no gag, no Rod, nothing else. The suit itself was very thick and shiny 'tote' material from America, heavy and fairly loose, designed to withstand the perils of deep sea wreck diving. Even scissors would fail to cut the material.

The feet and gloves were attached, as was the hood.. Maria had eased her into the top of the suit, which had only a small flanged zip to allow entry. The mask had been pulled up over her face, zipped down the back, and then a wide flange laced over the zip drawing it tightly to her face. There were two tiny glass eyes, and the only means of obtaining air were through two nostril tubes which were pushed firmly up her nose. Finally, Maria had strapped a blindfold over her eyes.

Maria paused at the door marked with a large 'H'. She knew it meant 'heat', but she was not allowed to inform her Mistress in advance. She knocked and led Gerda into the small ante-room, then curtseyed and left, her mind full of sympathy for her beloved Mistress.

Gerda stood stiffly to attention, sensing that she was now in the presence of her tormentors. She felt the blindfold being removed, and blinked through her goggled eyes as the blinding light struck her.

Despite her resolution to accept whatever lay before her, she gasped as she saw the line up in front of her. The Executioner stood front and centre, slim and sinister in an all black vinyl suit with integral high heeled boots, her half mask revealing her wide sensuous mouth, smiling in gleeful anticipation. Beside her stood the Doctor, to one side was Miss Dodds, and behind her were two Instructors and four gagged maids.

All for little me, she tried to joke inwardly, then her Master moved in front of her, and she nearly fainted with joy and fear as she saw his tight vivid costume. She tried to read some secret message in his eyes, but they were remote behind the leather hood.

"Slave Gerda, this is the first of the series of tests which will prove whether you are worthy of attaining the title of top level slave. Each day for the next week you will suffer one such test. At any time you may call to be released if the test proves too insufferable, but you will then have failed. Good luck !"