Ecstasy for a Slave  (Gerda letter) No. 12 from AtomAge Bondage Supplement No. 14

The story so far: Gerda a beautiful
Parisien model has been lured to her
lover's island in the Mediterranean only
to find be is running a large establishment
for the training of slaves for millionaire
clients. But as she is deeply in love with Le
Compte Guy de Rhislaine she reluctantly
accepts his harsh training to become his
personal slave. After many weeks she has
now come to terms with her own maso-
chism and is beginning to enjoy her
training and punishment.

Next day, Gerda resumed her in-
creasingly severe training. Her pew
whipping suit had only one thickness
of heavy latex, and the 150 strokes hurt
abominably, keeping her bottom per-
manently red, although only the final
five strokes were delivered with maxi-
mum strength to create new weals
across her bottom. But her daily breast
beating, with the light balsa cane, was
a more subtle torture as the instructor
invariably ordered a serving maid to
put the dreaded vibrator machine on

 her so that her nipples hardened and
throughout the final strokes she would
achieve a huge pleasure.
 The days passed and the weeks slipped
by. No television or radio was allowed,
even calendars being forbidden. Gerda
had formed a close friendship with
Yvette and Marcia, and she now felt
proud to be able to enter the Slaves'
Rest Room, with its attractive bar and
comfortable furniture, and be treated
as an equal during her off-duty
periods.
 It was seven o'clock one evening, her
daily training finished, when Maria
entered the large room and came up to
Gerda. As usual, the serving-maid was
securely gagged. She handed a note to
her mistress.
 'Dear Mistress. I have orders to dress
you for dinner with your Master, so
don't go to the Slaves' Dining Room.
You have to report at eight, so can
you come upstairs now?"

Gerda regarded her maid fondly,
wondering how she could serve
through the day so severely gagged
under her tight mask. she felt a thrill
of expectation that she was to dine with
Guy, secretly hoping tonight he would
make love to her as she was now a fully
qualified slave, although not yet in the
final top-level category.
She said her farewells to her friends at
the bar, amidst ribald comments, and
took the elevator up to her quarters on
the fourth floor, delighting in the swish
of her latex caftan and the subtle play
of the rod up her bottom. She had
dined with the Le Compte on several
occasions, and each time he had
allowed her to remove her mask and
gloves, a singular honour.
As soon as Maria was inside Gerda's
quarters, she removed her gag, thank-
fully placing the large rubber wedge on
a table. "Dear Mistress" she said
hurriedly, "This is not going to be
pleasant for you. Le Compte is in a
filthy mood and it could be a bad
evening! Please, please, go along with
it, you're doing so well and you could
get your top-level slavehood in another
three months or so, so don't get angry
tonight. Promise?"
Gerda looked at her maid affection-
ately. "Of course I won't! What's so
terrible about tonight? I've had dinner
with him several times, and always he's
been just like his old self when we
dined at Alexandre in Paris. Why
should it be different tonight? "
Maria's masked face was expression-
less, but her voice conveyed her
doubts. "Two of the serving-maids
tried to escape on the provision boat

today, Mistress. They were found, of
course, but it's the first time anyone
has actually tried to get off the island,
and Le Compte takes it as personal
affront. He feels he's failed somehow.
Of course, they'll be horribly
punished, but nobody has ever wanted
to escape, after the first few days. "
Gerda knew this to be true. Every
slave, serving-maid, Instructor and
employee on the island had his or her
own bank account in Switzerland, into
which a substantial salary was paid
every month. Every member of the
large organization had been carefully
chosen and vetted by Guy himself.
Mostly they had been lonely people,
relative failures in life, without ties or
families. Gerda's own serving-maid,
Maria, had been a teenage prostitute,
badly beaten up by a prospective client
when Le Compte had found her Iying
in a parking lot in Rome.
"O.K., so the Boss-man's ego is hurt!
I'll soothe his shattered nerves, now
just get me dressed. Anything
special? "
"Yes, Mistress, he wants you tonight
as a classical Parisien tart ! "

INTERESTING EVENING

With slight misgivings, Gerda dressed
in the outfit Maria had laid out. High
black latex stockings, a number 6 Rod
chained up her bottom, covered with
thin latex pants. A short and skin-tight
black rubber dress, high-necked and
long-sleeved, the hem of the dress
barely covering the top of her
stockings. Long black silk gloves,
mackintosh-lined, and six-inch heeled
patent shoes. A red belt in heavy

leather pulled her waist into a narrow
nineteen inches. She adjusted the neck
of her latex mask over the high collar
of the tarty dress, and surveyed herself
in the full-length mirror.
She had to admit it looked good. Her
long legs and slim figure accentuated
the form-fitting costume, her breasts
straining out against the black rubber.
She took a few careful steps across the
room in her high heels, the tight dress
making it necessary to walk with small
strides. She felt the Rod smacking
gently in its grease, and suddenly felt
immensely aware of her power and sex.
She turned to Maria.
"Gag yourself, and lead on, MacDuff!
I have a feeling it will be an interesting
evening! "

LE COMPIE ENTERTAINS

She sat in a deep leather armchair in
Guy's private drawing-room, tastefully
furnished with antiques and with two
walls lined with book shelves. Above
the Adam fireplace hung a Durer and
two Fragonards, and to one side three
small Chagalls modestly adorned the
door to a concealed bar.
Le Compte was not dressed in his usual
form-fitting leather suit, which she
adored. Instead, he was clad in a tight
latex sweater with roll-top neck, a
jacket of smooth rubber, and sinister
heavy rubber breeches tucked into
gleaming riding boots, all in polished
black. As he brought across his glass of
whisky the costume rustled loudly.
"No doubt you have heard that two
serving-maids tried to escape today,"
he said irritably. "You know why?
Because Miss Dodds had refused their

application to be trained as slaves!
Incredible! "
Gerda wished he would offer her a
drink. "That was the only reason,
Master?" (How easy it is, she thought,
to address her lover as such, how much
has changed over the past months!)
"They were really trying to get back to
the mainland?"
"No! They were dissatisfied with their
servitude, they want to be trained as
Top-Level slaves, and to meet a rich
Master! Well, first they will suffer for
their insolence and disobedience, then
we may see if they are slave material. I
thought this might amuse you! "

PUNISHED

He pressed a bell to the side of the
mantlepiece, and in a few seconds two
Instructors carried in the guilty
serving-maids. Gerda stared at the
sight. They were both dressed in heavy
white rubber suits, and were secured
back to back. The myriad of straps
held them tightly together at booted
ankles, calves, knees, thighs, pelvis,
waist, breasts, shoulders and neck.
Heavy rubber straightjackets tightly
bound their crossed arms over their
chests. The thick rubber hoods were
latticed by a cruel gag-harness, with
only nose tubes through which to
breathe. The Instructors carried them
to a heavy wooden apparatus at the
rear of the room, attaching a high-
hanging chain through metal rings on
top their gag-harness and padlocking it
up tightly so that the wretched girls
were forced to stand on their booted
toes.
"We'll find out just how much punish-

ment they can take," Guy said angrily,
"Serving-maids usually are too scared
to become slaves, lacking the responsi-
bility. It's difficult for you to see, but
they are wearing a number seven V-
shaped joined Rod up their bottoms,
so every movement one makes is
reflected up the rear of the other. Their
pressure gags are blown up to maxi-
mum, so at least I will dine without
interruption. "
Gerda watched her Master, sensing his
anger and cruelty, smacking gently on
her Rod and longing to assuage his
pain. She felt sexually weak as she
watched his black breeches rustle and
crinkle as he paces the room. He
turned on her suddenly.
"You're a bitch, slave Gerda! You're
trying to defy me! You passed your
first Training Exam easily and now you
think you know it all. We'll see about
that! From now on you will receive
special treatment. I'll break you down
before you can become my personal
slave. Tonight you will kneel between
my legs whilst I dine! "

An hour later, a much-chastened
Gerda was allowed to stand up, stiffly
at attention, as her Master finished his
dinner, dispensed by one of the
waitress serving-maids. Her knees
ached, and her mask was running with
perspiration from being clamped
between Le Compte's heavy rubber
breeches. Several times she had felt his
Supreme Master stir inside the black
rubber, and willingly she would have
given him a Pleasure; but she sensed
his anger would not allow him to
indulge himself at the moment.

PAIN AND PUNSHMENT
  She stood before him, aware of the
sexual effect of her Apache costume,
while he helped himself to coffee at a
side table. The only sound was the
muffled groans of the tightly-hung
serving-maids as they swung on tip-toe,
strapped helplessly together, their
Rods teasing each other as they moved.
Le Compte leant forward and felt
Gerda's Rod inside the firm latex
pants. Despite her annoyance at not

being allowed to dine with her Master,
she swayed forward in ecstasy as he
pushed it further into her bottom.
"You like your Rod, slave? Now that
you've taken the final one, the massive
number 10, you will soon serve me
sexually. Does that please you?"
"Yes, Master," she moaned, "I love
my Rods, the bigger they are the better
it feels! I feel naked without it. Please
take me soon! "
"I will," he murmured, "Meanwhile
your second stage of Training will be
increased in severity. I want you to be
able to accept any degree of Pain or
Punishment. Tomorrow you will
report to The Executioner to receive
Advanced Suffocation."

WILDLY HAPPY

Unexpectedly he stood up and crossed
to Gerda, taking her in his arms and
kissing her gently through her mask.
"Always remember, dear slave, in your
torment, that I love you deeply. But
because I do, you must suffer more
than any other slave; you must be the
finest, the ultimate Top-Level Slave,
serving only your Master! Remember
that, always! Now you may sit and
drink a cognac before you leave for
your ordeal. "
In a euphoric haze of delight and love,
Gerda sank into a deep armchair. Just
so long as he was hers, and re-assured
her, she would suffer even death at his
hands. She felt wildly happy, a deep
content stealing through her body. she
could face any torture or training now,
knowing that her Master loved her.
She slept soundly that night, although
erotic dreams crowded her subcon-

scious mind. Guy was whipping her,
long and vicious strokes, but she could
feel no pain and was mocking him to
whip harder, until he was sweating and
exhausted. Then she took the whip
from his nerveless hand and ordered
him to bend over in his tight white
leather suit. Luckily this blasphemous
dream faded and now she herself was
the demonic mistress, with the blonde
Executioner her grovelling victim,
pleading for mercy. She awoke feeling
refreshed and highly contented with
her dreams.
She took a shower and accepted her
daily enema from Maria, returning to
her sitting-room to find the maid lay-
ing out her reporting costume for the
day's training. She remembered with
slight misgivings that Guy had told her
she would receive the Advanced
Suffocation Treatment.
Although now used to her daily
Suffocation, it both excited and re-
pelled her. She feared the thought of it,
but the actual application gave her an
intense sexual thrill. What would the
'advanced' treatment entail? Better not
to think about it.

Maria had laid out the heavy black
latex body-suit with the nipple holes.
As she slipped into it and Maria zipped
it up the back, Gerda gave a shudder of
apprehension. There was something
horribly humiliating about her breasts
poking through the tight material,
blatantly offering themselves for
punishment. But again, the very tight-
ness and shame gave her a pleasantly
sick feeling in her stomach.

ADVANCED TRAINING

She allowed Maria to lace on gleaming
red leather thigh-boots, with pencil-
thin heels, and a matching red corselet
which pushed out her firm breasts even
further; then a long pair of thin latex
gloves over which Maria pulled a pair
of heavy rubber gauntlets.
"Why the extra gloves?" demanded
Gerda. Maria giggled nervously.
"I'm sorry, Mistress; orders! I think
it's to prevent you chafing your wrists
if you struggle too much." It sounded
ominous.
Maria zipped on Gerda's slave-mask,
then attached a heavy leather collar
and laced it tightly into position,
making it impossible for her Mistress
to turn her head. On the back of the
collar was a steel ring.
Despite her misgivings, Gerda felt
refreshed and at ease as she strode
down the corridor in her high heels,
delighting in the faint creaking of her
tight boots and the feeling of
confidence they gave her. She knew she
presented an erotic sight with her tiny
waist, and breasts straining through
the tight latex suit. She still found it
difficult to believe she was the same

girl who, weeks before, had rebelled
against wearing a rubber costume. She
realised she had a definite purpose in
life now, and was looking forward to
her Advanced Training, however
severe.
She reported downstairs exactly on
time to the small Training room
marked with a large 'S' on the door.
Inside, the Executioner and a serving-
maid were waiting. Today the dreaded
blonde lesbian was dressed entirely in
white, a shining vinyl suit and mask,
her long thick pony-tail cascading from
a small hole at the rear of her hood.
Only her hands were visible, and Gerda
gave a slight shudder as she
remembered that a rule of the
Establishment was that, as a safety pre-
caution, anyone administering
Suffocation must not be hampered by
gloves.

STRAPS AND CLAMPS
"Good morning, slave Gerda! I trust
you had a restful night and you are
ready for your Advanced Training?"
Gerda hated the Executioner, who had
been the one to cut off her long hair
when she arrived on the island, but she
had learnt a grudging admiration for
this dynamic woman who seemed to
have an instinct as to the extent a slave
could suffer. Also she appreciated the
girl had never forced her lesbian
tendencies on her helpless victims.
"A most restful night, thank you!"
Gerda smiled through her mask,
determined not to be cowed, "I dreamt
of you, Madam!" For a moment she
thought she had gone too far; the
Executioner's eyes seemed to blaze

through her mask, then abruptly she
smiled.
"Good for you, slave! I have always
told Le Compte you were excellent
material. Now let's make you
comfortable. "
Obediently Gerda sat in the heavy
wooden chair bolted to the floor. From
dozens of assorted-length straps
hanging neatly on the wall the serving-
maid expertly selected several and
proceeded to bind Gerda's wrists,
elbows, ankles, calves, and thighs to
that chair; the straps were wide and
thick, no human power could have
snapped them. Then longer straps,
passed round the back of the chair over
her stomach, waist, and under her
armpits. Finally, Gerda's collar was
padlocked to a steel ring on the top of
the short-backed chair, the back of
which came up only to her neck.
"As you will notice," the Executioner
said conversationally, "Your chest is
free so that you can breathe easily.
However, in this advanced
suffocation, you must also be aware of
pain, so you will wear the nipple
clamps. "

PERFECT SLAVE

She brought over two heavy steel cups
and fitted them over Gerda's strainng
nipples. Each cup had a small hole in
the centre, with two ratchet screws at
the top and bottom. After pushing
each cup tightly against the breasts, she
screwed up the bottom part of the
instrument until the steel shell com-
pressed the rear of the breasts and
forced them even further forward, the
nipples being pushed cruelly out the

front hole. Then she tightened the
front screw, pinioning the nipples
forward. Gerda gave a faint groan of
pain. The Executioner gave each
distended nipple a vicious tweak,
causing Gerda to writhe in her
bondage.
"One day I will have the pleasure of
giving you a very severe punishment
like that, dear slave! You'll wear these
cups, then strong threads will be
attached to your nipples and you'll be
hauled onto your toes and left hanging
like that, your arms secured behind
you. After about twelve minutes the
strain on your toes becomes
intolerable. Should you lower your
feet, they're only stockinged, of
course, you risk de-nippling yourself.
It's very amusing ! "
Gerda shivered, despite her former
confidence. It was another reason why
she must become a perfect slave, to
avoid such Punishment. She tried to
ignore her cruelly crushed breasts and
concentrate on her love for Guy. She
must suffer for him, he had told her
so!
Suddenly a black latex hood was
placed over her head and darkness
enveloped her. She felt it being
strapped round her neck and she
forced herself to breathe slowly and
evenly, knowing it would be at least a
minute before the oxygen inside was
used up. She tried to console herself
with the knowledge that the
Executioner, by the Rules, must always
remain close by, to give instant succour
if faintness or sickness occurred. She
felt the loose latex hood against her
mask and face as she breathed in and

out, then the familiar warmth came
and she felt the panicky feeling as her
breathing quickened, her lungs being
starved of life-giving air.
In another twenty seconds she was
writhing in her bonds, futilely
struggling to release her hands to tear
away the suffocating hood, gasping
frantically as the now useless air
coursed in and out of her lungs. She
tried to scream, to beg for mercy, to
promise anything just to be able to
breathe again, then blessedly she felt
the throat strap being released and
beautiful life-giving oxygen flooded
into her as the hood was removed.
"Just a warm-up," she heard her
tormentor say, "Get back your breath
and we'll fix you into the official
Suffocation Helmet! "

SUFFOCATION

She felt a heavy rubber hood being
drawn over her masked head and laced
tightly round her neck. A thick tube
forced itself into her mouth, and
blessed air flowed in while she regained
her breath. She realised the tight hood
now completely restricted her nose.
She had almost regained her com-
posure when she felt the nipple clamps
being screwed tighter until the pain
caused her to moan in agony.
"Now, slave Gerda, for your advanced
Suffocation! Your breathing tube has a
nozzle on the outside, and gradually I
will reduce your supply of air. You will
receive this treatment each day, but it
will be varied. Some days, you will be
able to withstand it; other days, it will
continue until you actually pass out.
But, your test will be always to

undergo the Treatment, whatever the
outcome. Any time you call out for
mercy, I shall release you, but it will be
a mark against you. Only when you
can control natural fear, even unto
unconsciousness, will you have passed
this Top-Level Exam. At all times, the
Doctor will be standing by. "
Inwardly, Gerda, fought down her
fear. She knew only too well that how-
ever strong her resolve, she would
eventually panic when the terrible fear
of suffocation overcame her. There
was no way she could avoid that
claustrophobic feeling of being unable
to breathe and the awful terror set in;
when reason became a broken
instrument and nothing mattered
except the vital necessity of obtaining
oxygen in the lungs.
She heard the Executioner walk in
front of her, costume rustling as she
moved. Then she felt the air passage
restricted, and she forced herself again
to breathe slowly, as if this would
lengthen her life-span, knowing it was
only prolonging her own agony. She
forgot the pain in her breasts in the
effort to concentrate on the limited air
infiltrating into the helmet. She felt the
nozzle being tightened, and a few
seconds later realised there was no
more oxygen.
She started heaving and gasping, her
frantic breath coming quicker, words
incoherently tumbling through the
breathing tube. She could hear the
rubber hood crinkling in and out, then
the stars began to flash and she heard
herself screaming for mercy.


                to be continued