Slave chained in corset | Gerda's story 51 | free bondage stories

By midnight of the third day, Gerda was weak but still fighting.

She staggered into her quarters, assisted by an Instructor, who handed her over to an anxious Maria.

"Why don't you go to bed ? " gasped Gerda, lying exhausted in an armchair. "Don't you ever get out of your uniform ?"

Maria fussed over her like a mother Hen. "Was the meditation very severe ? Are you all right ?"

Gerda let her maid unlace her mask and wipe her sweat streaked face before answering. The tight wedge gag which has cruelly constricted her mouth for the past eight hours had left its' mark across her cheeks, but her numb jaws had recovered quickly.

"I'm fine, Maria. I find meditation is almost relaxing, once one can accept the feeling of total restriction. Never fight it, as dear old Yvette once told me, Just accept it and go to sleep ! But the bastards know this, and kept putting the machine on me to wake me up and make me struggle. I'm knackered !"

"You're doing so well Mistress, only 4 more days to go ! How do your breasts feel ?"

Gerda groaned in mock agony. The day before had been a tough exam, her tightly strapped bare breasts being given 500 strokes of the cane, and then nipple clamps applied and systematically screwed tighter every half hour. They were still sore. "I'll survive, my girl. Now get me out of this suit which feels glued to me, and then let's get some sleep ! God, I feel randy ! You had better chain me down tonight to stop me doing anything naughty !"

The following morning Maria brought Gerda's breakfast and the Dressing orders for the day. She looked slightly puzzled.

"You are to report for your next exam at 3 p.m., Mistress, but there is a note here from the Executioner that she wishes to see you before then. That's a bit unusual."

Gerda yawned and hungrily bit into some toast and marmalade. "She probably wants to give me a run down on my progress and have a little gloat over what is to come. I suppose it's no good asking you what is in store for me today ?"

Maria looked crestfallen. "You know I can't. Mistress. Besides, they often alter the sessions, so I am never really sure unless it is a very special costume. But I can tell you, today is more mental than physical, so just relax and accept it for what it is !"

By 2.15, Gerda was dressed in a special thick black latex suit, with a thick no. 8 road sliding up and down in her arse, and a pair of high vinyl thigh boots with six inch stiletto heels. One pair of latex gloves were sealed on under her suit, and a second thicker pair Maria pulled tightly up to her armpits and bound them into position with insulating tape.

Gerda pulled on her working mask and tucked the cape collar inside her suit. "That's the lot ?" she asked suspiciously, "What's the gimmick ?"

Maria was torn between her loyalty to her position and her friendship with her Mistress. "It won't be that bad, Madam, but possibly the Executioner will add something to your costume."

"No doubt," Gerda observed dryly, "Apart from these appalling high heels, I feel relatively undressed. Let's go and see what the old bitch Laura wants !"

The Executioner was waiting for her in her office, a stark room furnished with only the bare necessities. A desk, three chairs, a small sofa and four filing cabinets gave it a bleak experience. Gerda made her obeisance and was told to sit. The large rod pushed forcefully up her bottom, making her mildly surprised that she had ever fought against it. She looked at Laura and gave a slight shudder as she noted the perfectly fitting gleaming black leather catsuit.

"I thought I would have a little talk with you today before you start your next test, slave Gerda." Her tone seemed impersonal, almost casual, and Gerda had no inkling of the bombshell to come.

"Now you made some very interesting and definite promises a few days ago, the last time you were under the truth drug. Do you remember anything about it ?"

Gerda shook her head. "Not too much, Madam, that drug is fairly potent, but I do remember taking a very wonderful pleasure !"

The teeth gleamed through the mask. "You did, slave, you truly did ! You took it because I ordered it, and I ordered it because you had made some very interesting promises to me ! Would you like to hear them ?"

She reached forward to the tape recorder lying on the desk and pressed a switch. Gerda listened unbelievingly as she heard her drugged voice on the tape, begging to be the Executioners' slave.

She was cold and numb when Laura eventually switched it off.

"Most revealing, wouldn't you say, slave Gerda ? Not the most encouraging attitude for a new husband to hear from his wife. I've been wrestling with my conscience all week because of course I must report this to Le Compte. he should know what sort of lesbian he has married !"

Gerda choked, tears brimming in her eyes. "You couldn't... it's not true !"

Laura chuckled through her mask. "But it is ! The drug itself is harmless, it only unleashes the inner thoughts and gets rid of tiresome inhibitions. I'm afraid, my dear slave, you must face the fact that you are a latent lesbian, and from now on you will be my slave. Unless, of course, you feel I should do my duty and let Le Compte hear the tape ?"

Gerda shuddered, her self confidence collapsing. This was what Guy had feared. Even now, she knew that some wicked part of her longed for this evil girl in her slim leather costume.

The Executioner stood up, tall and sinister. "I think we will adjourn this discussion. It is almost time for you to report. I think today's test is most appropriate. Le Compte is on the mainland, and your test is one of humiliation. You will be suitably prepared and then you will serve me, and my friends, at our tea party. You may go now !"

In the preparation room, Gerda was additionally dressed by two Instructors for her coming ordeal. She hardly notice the accessories being laced, chained and padlocked onto her, her mind whirling with the implications of the Executioners' blackmail. But whatever happened, she was determined Guy must never learn of her ramblings under the drug.

She almost physically shook herself. She must concentrate on the test ! She became aware of the short chain locked around her ankles, and the long heavy corset which was being cruelly laced over her tight latex suit. Her double gloved hands were now connected by a twelve inch chain, and her neck tightly encased in a wide leather posture collar. A head harness held a huge ball gag tightly in her mouth, and a chain from the steel ring and the top of the harness was pulled down and padlocked to her waist, pulling her head viciously back.

Amongst laughter from the Instructors, she realised a long feather was being fixed to the portion of her rod which protruded out though her suit.

One of the Instructor's patted her rubbered bottom. "Go on now, little one, and report to the Executioner in her quarters. I don't envy you, she's got some nasty ideas toady !"

With great difficulty, her head chained back so that she could hardly see, and tottering on the immensely high heels made doubly difficult by the short hobble, Gerda made her slow way to Laura's living quarters. The gag was achingly tight, and together with the horrible corset she had to fight for every breath. She knocked on the door and the Executioner opened it. Over her tight leather suit she now wore a red latex cape.

"Ah ! I have been expecting you. Go into the kitchen and prepare tea and sandwiches. You will find everything laid out. When all is ready, you will report to me, as I want a Chinese slave girl serving us today. Also, your corset can be considerably tightened. I want to see a seventeen inch waist and a nice thick rod sticking out."

Miserably, Gerda carefully curtsied and with tiny steps found her way to the kitchen. With her heavily gloved hands and unable to look down, it took her an age to prepare the sandwiches and set the tray. Finally, her neck aching frfom being so tightly chained back, she reported to Laura and meekly indicated that she was ready to serve.

Laura pulled her back into the kitchen, then unlocked the head chain and removed the gag. Thankfully, Gerda eased her neck forward.

"Only for a moment, slave, now you'll put on your Chinese face !"

Gerda felt a thon rubber mask being pulled tightly over her head. When it was perfectly in position, Laura tightened the back laces erasing all the wrinkles. She then re-attached the gag and head harness, but allowed the chain to dangle to her waist.

"Now we will have that corset much tighter !" She made Gerda hold on to the edge of the door while she un knotted the corset, then thrust a booted knee against her buttocks and hauled on the laces with all her strength. Gerda felt she was being cut in two, and her moans issued weakly through the gag.

Eventually Laura seemed satisfied, and tied off the laces, then pulled back on the head chain and locked it once again to Gerda's corsetted waist, so that her head was forced rigidly upwards.

Finally the Executioner took a long black wig and fitted it over the slave's head, partly hiding the harness and chain. She stood back and thoughtfully surveyed the result.