Bondage helmet and hood | Gerda's story 53 | free bondage stories

Up till now, most of her exams had started in the afternoon, and Gerda had the whole morning free, to relax ( or worry !) about the test to come. Earlier in the week, she had dressed lightly in comfortable boots and a caftan, masked and gloved, and descended to the Slaves' rest room before lunch. She had been glad to find Yvette, similarly clad, on a bar stool.

"Gerda, darling, I haven't had a chance to talk to you since the wedding ! How does it feel to be an old married woman !"

Gerda ordered a large vodka on ice from the masked serving maid behind the bar, then rustled onto another stool.

"Great, I think ! But after that first night I haven't seen Guy. I'm on my finals now !"

"I know, we're all rooting for you. How's it been ?"

"The heat was the worst. I just made it, but it was grim. Tell me, how's your bottom ? Is it healing all right ?" She still felt guilty that she had been the one ordered to brand her friend.

Yvette chuckled. "No problem ! The Doc was right, after two days I hardly felt it. Karl had to leave shortly after your wedding, so there's been no whippings to mar the sunny days. Look !"

She stood up and raised her thin latex kaftan, revealing her long legs in thigh high laced boots, and a neat bare bottom. The initials 'KS' stood out in red scars against her white cheeks, but already almost healed. "see ? I'm proud of my branding !"

"I never had the chance to ask you, but was the pain terrible ?"

Yvette resumed her seat and sipped her drink. "Yes and No. For a few seconds, it's the end of the world, and it's a good thing I was securely strapped down. But within moments it's just a glowing pain, and one feels awfully good about it. Morally, I've never been better. I feel now that I really belong to Karl, whereas before there was always the thought that he might find some other slave to satisfy his needs."

"Perhaps branding should become part of the wedding ceremony," Gerda observed dryly, "It might be more effective than a piece of paper."

"I think you may have a point there, kid !" said the irrepressible Yvette, "Now, don't forget my advice, accept it and roll with the punches, don't fight it, and try to turn the pain into pleasure !"

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Today Gerda was to report at 11.30 in the morning. When Maria had brought up breakfast, she had seemed unusually serious, and Gerda had no doubt her maid knew something was highly unpleasant was in store. After her morning enema and a shower, Gerda came into her sitting room to get dressed. After climbing into her working suit, with tight sleeves pulled over her long latex gloves, and adjusting her mask, she found Maria holding open the heavy brown rubber watertight costume which she had begun to dread. There was something sinister about it's all encasing qualities, with the feet and gloves vulcanised on, and the attached thick hood which was pulled over the face and head, then zipped down and padlocked to the top of the back zip of the suit.

When Gerda was finally in the costume, she realised she was without her usual rod inserted, a most unusual situation. Maria came in front of her and took hold of the heavy helmet hanging from the neck. It had no openings except two short nostril tubes.

"You won't be gagged today, Mistress, but after I have fitted this in place, I have to put a special helmet on over it, which will be very tight, but your nostril tubes will allow you to breathe easily. I think it will be too tight to speak through, and you won't be able to see, of course, and hardly able to hear. Are you ready ?"

Gerda took a deep breath, then nodded, feeling a pleasant sexual thrill as she smelled the stiff rubber as it was drawn up over her face and the tubes pushed firmly up her nostrils. The zip was pulled down the back and the heavy material tightened around her head, then finally the faint snick as the padlock locked her inside. In complete darkness she moved cautiously, the rubber suit crackling loudly in her ears, her double gloved hands already pleasantly warm. The outer suit was not tight, fitting comfortably. She breathed easily through the nostril tubes.

She felt Maria adding a belt, then her head was pushed gently back and another hood was being passed over her head and tightened under her chin.

Maria smoothed the brown leather helmet around her Mistress's hooded face. It had only a one inch aperture in front to allow the breathing tubes to poke through. She made sure they were in position, then started to lace the helmet down the back of her head. She pulled them as tight as possible, knowing that any failure or lassitude on her part would only result in her Mistress being punished and demerits for herself. The Executioner always examined every costume and tested every lace and strap.

Gerda felt as if her head was in a vice. The new helmet seemed to constrict every part of her face except her tubed nose. Her mouth was now held immovably closed, her eyelids pressed tightly shut, and even her hearing now deadened by the three hoods.

Totally encased in her heavy rubber, she was led along the corridor to the elevator and taken down to the Examination room. Maria carefully steered her inside, then bowed and left, reciting a brief prayer under her breath as she closed the door.

The Executioner examined the slave carefully, noting with approval Maria's competent compliance with the dressing instructions. In the big room the harsh lights reflected back from her black vinyl suit and gleamed on the tight leather suits of the three instructors standing at attention. On a nearby chair, the Doctor toyed with his stethoscope.

Laura came close to Gerda, speaking clearly in order to be heard throught the three hoods.

"Slave Gerda, you are reporting now for a further Exam. I wish you to understand exactly what it is you will suffer for the next twelve hours."

Gerda felt a twinge of anxiety. Twelve hours ? The heat exam had been one hour, the others two or three at the most. What devilish torture was this ?

"You are going into meditation, slave Gerda, but of a special kind." Gerda was relieved, she had accustomed herself to this severe bondage, and could almost relax and sleep through it.

"This will be a test of your mental processes, as well as your physical endurance." continued the Executioner. "You will now be encased into your leather sheath and made very secure. You will then have rubber pipes attached to your nostril tubes, and connected up to an air pump, similar to that used by divers. But there is no need to fear for your air supply, suffocation is not part of this exam."