The story so far: Gerda has been brought
by her lover, le Compte Guy de Rhislain
to his island in the Mediterranean, only to
find it is the training centre for slaves of
rich masters. She is to be trained as his
personal slave. Despite her torments, she
still passes her first test successfully, and
now begins to come to terms with her
bondage and her slavery.


What am I doing here? I am one of the
top models in Paris -- encased in hot
rubber and leather and unable to move
a muscle breathing through two tubes,
unable to communicate with the
outside world because I am cruelly
gagged and unable to see. I have been
strapped down so tightly I feel like a
corpse. My arms and hands are already
rubbered in elbow gloves and are now
helplessly encased inside the thick
leather sleeves of this wretched
meditation bag. I am secured to a table
with about twelve wide leather straps
from my ankles to my neck; I cannot
even raise my head because of a strap
over my forehead
So what do I do? Panic? I think not.
Maybe that is just what the instructor

is waiting for. Despite the sponge-
rubber against my ears, I can still hear
the creak of his leather as he moves
about this awful room.
My reason tells me there will always be
someone in attendance in case I choke
or become ill. So I must relax and try
to remember Yvette's words of advice
-- 'Relax and enjoy it'.
I try to project my mind outside of my
captivity and look down on myself.
Mentally, here I am, poised two metres
above my bound body on the narrow
table I see that I am a tightly encased
body in thick black leather, held down
by heavy straps at my toes, ankles,
knees, thighs, hips, waist, below and
above my breasts, and neck and
forehead. Out of the heavy leather
hood sticks two rubber breathing
tubes is that really me inside?
The mental image stirs me despite my
anger at the humiliating position. To
hell with my training. Just why should
I be put into this unsufferable and
impossible situation? Why am I here,
being trained as a slave for Guy, my

loved one? How dare he inflict this on
me? Willingly I will go down to him,
pander to every sexual need he may
require, love and cherish him in every
way, so why this dreadful training for
some weird subservience as a slave?
Abruptly I return into myself, the
bondage cruelly tight and wrapping me
into a cocoon of helplessness. My
heavily rubber-gloved arms were
strapped inside the leather suit so
firmly that it was impossible to move
even a finger.
I tried to remember the other advice I
had been given to try to sink into one's
bondage and punishment. But how
could l? Every single muscle of my
body was constrained by tight rubber
and leather.

LOVE IS PROVED
I lay there, immobile, breathing
through my precious nose tubes, the
wide rubber gag inside my leather
helmet, stretching my cheeks and
mouth, the soft foam-rubber blindfold
effectively keeping my eyes closed.
Suddenly a wonderful feeling encom-
passed me. The blackness over my eyes
disintegrated, and I was in a palace
where girls were waiting on me. The
Guy, my devoted lover entered,
dressed in his fantastic white leather
suit. He came to me, knelt and kissed
me through the thin rubber costume I
was wearing, then indicated my girl
slaves who were bringing in a figure
dressed entirely in white vinyl.
"Now look well, slave Gerda" my
lover said in a low voice, charged with
sex. "For this is your slave. In that
heavy costume, you cannot know if it

is male or female. He, or she, is yours,
to put to death, by any means you
wish. But, to win my love, you must
take pleasure while you cause its
death! "
I screamed and protested because I did
not want to be responsible for anyone's
death, and suddenly I was the figure in
the white vinyl, totally encased, with a
hood with eye and nose holes only. I
saw Guy and my other self through a
thin mist and heard myself crying out
to them.
"Dress me properly and completely, in
rubber and leather, then whip me to
death. I love you so much, cher Guy!
that only in this way can I prove it to
you. Gag and bondage me tightly so
that I can suffer your strokes, and
remember that I love you until I die!"
 The scene faded and I came back into
s, my meditation bondage. I felt numb all
over, but it was a pleasant sensation
and now I felt curiously happy that I
was incapable of moving even a finger.
I found, in my blindness, a difficulty in
concentrating on my immobility.
Again I seemed to be drifting through
the air, untramelled by a physical
body. Now I was in a dungeon full of
terrifying instruments of torture, but
strangely unconcerned, as if I belonged
there. My body was encased in tight
leather, with holes to allow my breasts
to poke through. My hands were
manacled behind my back, and my
booted feet were spread apart by a
metal rod strapped to my ankles. I had
no idea of time; had I been here for ten
minutes or six hours? All I knew, in a
flash of pure sexual exhilaration was
that I seemed to be enjoying it.

BLACK BELT

Maria, her personal maid, was waiting
for Gerda when whe staggered into her
quarters shortly after midnight,
wearing only the original heavy latex
suit which was now creaming with
grease and perspiration after her
ordeal. In mutual sympathy they fell
into each other's arms.
"Your bath is ready, Mistress, I'm so
happy! The word around is that you
have done well in your training."
The first immediate result of her
successful examination was that Maria
no longer had to chain her to the bed
by an iron collar. Gerda slept soundly
for twelve hours, unaccustomed to
being able to turn over inside her
rubber sheets Without feeling the heavy
collar round her throat. Maria awoke
her in the afternoon with a light lunch
on a tray.
"No training today" she said brightly,
after removing the gag she must always
wear outside her quarters. "But you've
to report to le Compte at four o'clock,
and I have your new slave costume laid
out .
She examined her latest costume as
Maria helped her into it after she had
eaten.
She slipped into the thin latex working
suit. Then she climbed into the new
suit, the one she was now entitled to
wear. It was of shiny black leather,
fitting perfectly, and the leather helmet
fitted over her own mask and was laced
up tightly by Maria. The gauntlet
gloves were thick and lined with
rubber. She sat down carefully on the
bed while Maria pulled on long leather
thigh-boots with the usual five inch

heels and laced them tightly to the top
of her legs. she attached a spur to each
ankle.
"You wear the spurs for one week,
Madam, so that everyone will know
you have passed your first test. And
now we can throw away the white belt
of a novice and you may wear a black
belt ! "

GERDA REPORTS

Gerda reported to the le Compte's
study at exactly 4 p.m., knowing the
painful penalties of being even a
minute late. He was again dressed in
his white leather suit, and she felt weak
with love and desire when she saw him
encased in the gleaming material.
"Sit down, slave Gerda, I regret this is
an official visit, but in a few days we
will dine again together, as before".
She knew this meant spending an
evening with him, when she was
allowed to eat dinner without her slave
mask and without the long rubber
gloves.
"You did well in your examination" he
continued, eyeing her totally leathered
face, "and now you can pass on to
your next part of training, which is
more severe, of course, but, and admit
it now, you are starting to like your
slavehood? "
Her independent spirit rose up in
protest, although her feelings did a
mental loop-the-loop. "Yes" she
admitted slowly, "You've taught me a
great deal in the past few weeks. I
would never have believed it possible,
but only because I love you very much,
Guy - Master" she corrected herself
hastily. "I have to admit that I am now

turned on by the humiliation of
bondage. But why? I am not a
masochist " .
He lit a cigarette watching the raw
smoke ascend to the ceiling.
"Everyone, male and female, has a
part of their character which is
masochistic, some more than others.
We are drawing upon your masochistic
side in order to give you actual
enjoyment in your training".
"But the costumes" she asked slowly,
"I've never felt any sexual feelings
towards rubber or leather, and yet now
I accept it, and even welcome it. I can't
imagine wearing any ordinary clothes
now! Am I perverted or something?
"There's no such thing as perversion,
dear slave Gerda. It's an old-fashioned
English word, used in envy during the
Victorian era. Curiously enough,
although we are strict and sometimes
extremely cruel, in the long run there
have been very few slaves who have
actually resented it. you see, we do not
attempt to break the spirit. We do not
try to make a female into an object of
pity. On the contrary, a slave's ego and
personality must be built up to a point
where she is proud of her training'..
She could not fully comprehend his
words. "Perhaps I'm lucky in that I
have you. I love you. But a slave being
training for an unknown Master ñ
that I couldn't bear.
She smiled and stood up, crossing to
the two-way mirror on the wall of his
office which gave a complete view of
the main punishment room adjacent.
He activated the screen which allowed
them to see into the room without
themselves being seen.
"There is Tessa a top level slave. She is

a happy girl, because she will meet her
new Master this week-end for the first
time. He is arriving at any moment,
and she requested that she be put in
this position when he arrived".
The slave Tessa was secured over a
whipping block, her wrists, ankles and
knees padlocked tightly over the steel
frame, her rubbered bottom
outstretched and ready to be whipped.
"He will arrive in about ten minutes",
said le Compte. "He is a young and
wealthy American, and now all she
wants is to find a Master whom she can
adore and love".
"But surely so that she can escape"
said Gerda. Guy obscured the mirror
again. "Not actually. That is her
decision, of course, but for the time
being, at least, she wishes to remain
here until she knows him well; she has
no great desire to go back to the
outside world".
"So" he continued, "you will now
enter the second phase of your

training, but you will be accorded
certain privileges, such as being
allowed one day of freedom per week.
Dressed in rubber, of course, but with
no actual training, and permitted to
roam the island. Your serving maid
will brief you on that. Meanwhile,
tomorrow morning you will report for
a tawse whipping and the start of your
breast training. That is all for now".
Suddenly he was the stern Master
again. Instinctively, she dropped to her
knees and kissed his Supreme Master,
tight against the leather suit.

SECOND STAGE

Despite her fear of 'The Executioner',
the sadistic lesbian instructress who
had cut off her long hair when she
arrived, Gerda had slept well and was
feeling relatively calm when Maria
dressed her the next morning for her
new training. Perhaps it was the
euphoria of having passed her first
examination or possibly it was the

result of having a full day without any
training.
She put on a pair of tight latex trousers
over which came laced up high-heeled
boots. Maria then brought across a
white vinyl jacket with holes allowing
Gerda's breasts to emerge. Her mask
and long gloves completed the outfit,
apart from a long swirling latex cape
which Maria fastened round Gerda's
neck.
She reported on time to one of the
smaller punishment rooms. The
Executioner was waiting for her and
despite Gerda's bravado she felt a
tingle of fear run up her spine. In some
manner this woman managed to keep
an aura of mysterious evil about her.
She was dressed in white rubber
breeches, boots and a long whipping
cloak under which she was tightly
corsetted. A red latex mask covered
half of her face and incongruously and
ominously her eyes were covered with
dark glasses.
"Come in, slave Gerda" she purred.
"I rarely see you these days, except for
punishment. But today I shall have the
privilege of initiating you into your
second stage of training. First you need
warming up. Bend over, your legs
straight, and grip your ankles. I will
give you 25 strokes with the thick tawse
and everytime you move or groan I will
repeat the stroke. Take off your cape".
Afraid now, Gerda did as she was
ordered, bending over in the middle of
the room so that her tightly rubbered
bottom was high in the air. she heard
the rustle of the Executioner's cloak as
she raised the tawse, then the next
moment felt a stinging thwack as the
leather whip cracked across her

bottom. With an effort she held back
any sound. Again and again it
descended, until her bottom was a
mass of flaming pain, the tawse
whipping cruelly across the same welts.
Grimly she clenched her teeth,
determined not to incur further
punishment by crying out. The last
stroke was delivered with the Mistress's
full strength, and Gerda's mind reeled
with the effort of not moving or
screaming out.
"What a good slave" the Executioner
said mockingly, "I see you are
learning. Now go and sit on the

punishment chair."
The chair was at the side of the room, a
heavy black upright Provencal chair
with sturdy arms. The Executioner
pressed a bell to summon a serving
maid, and in a few moments the girl
arrived, dressed in the usual high latex
stockings, stiletto heels, short rubber
dress, corsetted, gloved and masked
with a gag tightly strapped into her
mouth .
She came across to Gerda and secured
her to the chair by wrists, ankles, waist
and shoulders, then inserted and
strapped up a bit gag, and finally
secured a blindfold across Gerda's
eyes. Then Gerda felt straps being
passed over and under her breasts so
that they were cruelly extended out
through the vinyl jacket.

PINS OF TORTURE

"Excellent" purred the Executioner.
"Now, slave Gerda, you will wear the
pins of torture for ten minutes before I
beat your breasts. You may scream all
you like, as I know it is extremely
painful. You will receive this treatment
every day until you can accept it within
yourself as normal training."
The next moment Gerda felt a fearful
pain on her left nipple as the clamp was
applied. Then her right nipple was
similarly squeezed, and she screamed
in agony and strained at her bonds,
shaking her head in mute appeal. But
the bondage was secure and rigid, and
the spring clamps remained agonisingly
on her extended nipples. Thankfully,
after two or three minutes, the pain
lessened.
"Poor slave, this is only the beginning.

Maid, put the machine on her for a
moment to get her prepared for a
breast-beating. "

LESSON LEARNED
Gerda felt the vibrator between her
legs, then the next moment the cruel
oscillations were seething through her.
The pain of the clamps gradually
turned to a fierce pleasure, and behind
the leather blindfold she could feel
tears of frustration, knowing this
cruel bitch was breaking down the
torture into ecstasy.
Abruptly the machine ceased and the
clamps were removed. Then the low
voice of the Executioner again.
"Twenty-five light strokes on each
breast, slave. Very good for keeping
the muscles taut, so look upon it as a
therapeutic punishment".
The balsa wood flat cane smacked
gently across her breasts, gradually
increasing in strength. Powerless to
move in her bonds, Gerda moaned as
the pleasure and the pain mounted
together. Then suddenly the machine
was turned on again, and now she
strained her breasts outwards to meet
the light cane, begging for it, knowing
she was lost. she screamed endlessly
through her gag as the Pleasure hit her
in a cacophony of pain.
The blindfold and gag were removed.
She saw her tormentress smiling
beneath the half-mask. "Interesting,
slave Gerda, isn't it that you react so
well? In time, and with the most severe
treatment, you may even become a
good slave. What were you about to
tell me? "
Gerda had learned her lesson well.

"Thank you, Mistress, for devoting
your time to train me. I humbly accept
your tortures and humiliations
knowing they are for my own benefit".
It choked her to say it, but she knew
now that any breach of discipline
brought only further punishment. She
groaned as the straps were released and
she was allowed to stand upright. As
she moved forward she tripped against
the Executioner who stepped back
quickly.
"How dare you touch me. Maid, bring
a long-term punishment hood
immediately". Weakly, Gerda tried to
apologist then recoiled as the serving
maid brought across a heavy white
heimet. "Please, Mistress, I didn't
mean to ..."
"Silence". The thick rubber hood was
fitted over her head, then a high

collared cape was clamped on round
her neck, causing her to breathe noisily
against the rubber. "You will keep that
on for two hours, slave, to teach you
not to be careless in future. Maid,
inform Maria when she can remove
it".
Desperately Gerda tried to control her
breathing inside the heavy loose hood.
She realised there were two small
breathing holes at either side, but it
required long deep breaths to inhale
any oxygen, and even by turning her
head sideways, it could close up one of
the holes.
"She's left" the serving maid
whispered, "I'll lead you upstairs".
Gasping for breath, Gerda allowed
herself to be taken from the
punishment room.

to be continued