Ecstasy for a Slave  (Gerda letter) No. 13  (Final chapter)

(THE STORY SO FAR: In love with Guy
Le Compte de Rhislain, Gerda accepts his
offer of a holiday on his island in the
Mediterranean, only to find be runs a
Training Establishment for wealthy men's
slaves. Despite her shame and reluctance, she
is severely trained and now accepts her fate.
Having successfully passed her last exams,
she has now failed in her test of advanced
suffocation.)

Gerda returned to her quarters in a foul
mood. Maria, her serving-maid, grinned
through her tight latex mask and
commenced to unlace her Mistress's long
leather boots.
"How was it, Madam, was it very bad?"
Gerda regarded her maid thoughtfully.
She adored the young prostitute who had
been brought to the island two years ago
in a beaten-up condition, and who now
doted on her servitude in rubber; but now
she was feeling in an aggressive mood,
brought on by her own failure pleading
for mercy during Suffocation.
"I failed," she said flatly, "I was so
confident I could take it, but I failed. I

panicked and begged to be released. The
Executioner was very happy, that's what
really upsets me."
Maria made clucking noises of sympathy,
starting to undo the heavy leather
corselet. Abruptly Gerda stood up.
"Fetch me a cane! "she ordered.
Puzzled, Maria strapped on her thick gag
in order to leave her Mistress's room, and
within a few minutes returned with three
thin pliant cane-whips.
"Keep your gag inserted," Gerda said
sternly, "You may need it. Now, you've
constantly told me you're here to serve
me. You bring my breakfast and you lay
out my costumes and keep them clean
and polished, and at times you give me
good advice. I'm fond of you but I think
I treat you too much as a friend, so now
I'm going to whip you! "
Maria's eyes were wide through the mask.
She nodded obediently, then bent over
and touched her toes, causing her form-

 fitting latex suit to stretch tightly over her
bottom, the thin slave-chain cutting into
the cheeks of her buttocks.
 Gerda picked up a long cane and swished
it through the air. "I'm going to hurt you,
Maria, because I am furious with myself.
Le Compte told me I could do anything I
wanted with you, so you will be suffering
for rny own weaknesses. Is that under-
stood?"

 PUNISHED

 Maria raised her masked head and
nodded vehemently, then resumed her
position, bent over tightly. Gerda brought
the cane down in a vicious arc and
delighted in the crack as it seared across
her maid's bottom.
 Maria grunted, but remained stiffly in
position. Furious, Gerda lashed her again
and again, ridding herself of the feeling of
frustration at having failed her
Suffocation test, equally angry that she
was taking it out on her slave. She
thrashed the tightly latexed bottom until
her arm was tired, then dropped the thin
cane.
 "You may stand up now, Maria. I'm
sorry . . ."
 Her maid stood up slowly, in obvious
pain, then dropped to her knees in front
of Gerda, pressing her masked face
against the tight leather corselet, mutely
grunting. Gerda undid her gag, giving her
maid permission to speak, With her
gloved hand, Maria wiped away saliva
from her mouth.
 "Dear, Mistress! That was wonderful,
I've wanted you to do this for so many
weeks! You're always so good to me, but
I'm here to serve you and be punished by
you! I love to be your friend, but I want

to be your slave as well, someone to be
cruelly whipped when you feel like it, to
take away your feelings of guilt or weak-
ness. Remember, you can do anything to
me, and I must submit!"
Gerda regarded her with astonishment. "I
suppose I knew, Maria, but I'm just
beginning to realise that you want it that
way! You are a genuine masochist, aren't
you? You really enjoy being punished! "
Maria groaned, her rubbered arms now
tightly clasped round Gerda's waist.
"Yes, Mistress! I would have begged Le
Compte to become a slave, but I wanted
to serve a woman, not just some nameless
Master. Sometimes I envy you going to
your Training, especially when you're
dressed in your layers of rubber. Please,
Mistress, please treat me as your proper
slave, and let me know these delights! "
Gerda regarded her thoughtfully.
"Maria," she said slowly, "I've
discovered I have a sadistic streak in me
and I'm sure I can satisfy your needs.
Now, before we both get carried away,
where and when do I have to report
next?"
Maria stood up slowly, smiling under her
tight latex mask. "Thank you. Thank
you. Mistress! Now, under your new
Advanced Training, you only have one or
two sessions a day. So you are free until
five o'clock when you are due to have a
massive enema."
Gerda stared at her Maid: "That's
absurd! You give me my enema every
morning as normal training. I can't have
another one, surely!"
Maria shrugged her shapely shoulders
helplessly. "I'm sorry, Mistress, but
you're now into your Top-Level Training
and those were my orders. "

"I don't like the sound of this," Gerda
said, "I preferred to know what I had to
suffer each day, even my whipping.
What's this 'massive' enema mean?"
Maria backed away, embarrassed.
"Mistress, I'm not allowed to tell you
anything in advance, you know that! You
have three hours grace, why don't you lie
down and have a nap, I'll wake you in
plenty time to get dressed. Oh, you
haven't had lunch yet, I'll bring it up to
you --"
Gerda felt the feeling of power race
through her, a new sensation she had
never experienced before. "No, Maria! I
don't feel like lunch and I'm very curious.
You've just pleaded with me to punish
and ill-treat you whenever I felt like it. So
now I feel like it! I know you're not
allowed to undress here, but I now order
you to go and change into a costume
where I can give you an enema. I'll be
curious to see exactly what a 'massive'
enema entails!"
Maria looked aghast, her eyes wide
behind her mask. "No, Mistress, no,
please! I can't --"
"Yes you can. You're my serving-maid
and I'm giving you a direct order. Report
back in twenty minutes. Oh, and bring
plenty of straps with you."
When Maria had re-inserted her gag,
always necessary outside the quarters of
her Mistress, and departed, Gerda
stripped and took a quick shower, then
dressed in high-heeled white leather boots
and a long heavy white latex caftan,
delighting in the smooth sensation of it
rustling loosely against her naked body.
She hung up the enema bag in the bath-
room where Maria gave her the daily
washout, remembering the first morning

when Miss Dodds had needed two
Instructors to hold her down, and
prepared a litre can full to the top with
warm soapy water. She knew Maria gave
her only half a litre every day, and again
she wondered what a 'massive' enema
consisted of. she felt mildly excited at the
thought of Maria's reaction.

PAIN AND PLEASURE

By the electric clock on the wall, it was
twenty-six minutes later when Maria
arrived, still heavily gagged through her
tight latex hood and carrying a variety of
straps. She was dressed now in a thin grey
latex suit, and a short mini-skirt which
covered the cut-out bottom, Grey boots
and long gloves completed the outfit.
Gerda wasted no time.
"Remove your gag, and lie down over the
massage table in the bathroom," she
ordered. When her maid was in position
she took the straps and secured her to the
narrow metal frame, her wrists stretched
forward; ankles, thighs and waist bound
tightly by the leather straps.
"You were six minutes late, Maria, so I'll
give you six severe strokes with the cane
first of all. I'm leaving your gag out
deliberately so you can talk to me."
She lifted the long thin cane and gave
Maria six hard lashes across the thin mini-
skirt. Her maid hissed in pain, her bound
figure instinctively writhing in its
bondage. "It hurts, Maria, doesn't it?
Just be sure this will be a daily ritual
unless you serve me with great respect and
obedience! "
"I understand, Mistress," Maria gasped,
"I only want to be your obedient servant.
But please, Madam, go easy on the
enema, I can't take too much."

Gerda felt an overpowering feeling of
delight. This was something Maria
feared! She laid down the cane and
picked up the end of the enema tube,
already well greased.
"Surely a miserable serving-maid can
suffer anything her Mistress is made to
endure? Surely you've suffered these
massive washouts before?"

RECONCILED

"No, please, I haven't! Please whip me
all you want, however cruelly, but I hate
enemas, I can't take them, Mistress!"
There was panic in her voice, which made
Gerda feel curiously vicious for almost
the first time in her life.
She parted the hole in her maid's suit and
slowly slid the enema tube up her bottom,
delighting in the serving-maid's squirms
and helpless wriggles. She pushed it in,
inch by inch, until it could go no further.
Then she poured the litre can of soapy
water into the rubber bag and heard it
gurgle as the water rushed down the tube
into her victim.
Maria strained in her bondage and
moaned as the liquid flowed into her. To
Gerda's astonishment, her pleas changed
to cries of ecstasy as the bag emptied.
"Mistress, dear Mistress," Maria gasped,
"Stop it, I'll take Pleasure, I'm not
allowed to take Pleasure on duty, please
stop it, no more . . . oh yes, yes . . ."
By now Gerda had emptied the can, never
intending to give her slave any more. But
now she refilled it rapidly, making the
water hotter and adding a dash of liquid
shampoo. She poured half of it into the
bag and heard it gurgle down into Maria's
body. Suddenly Maria screamed.
"Mistress! Mistress! Yes, torture me,

please give me more, fill me up. I want it,
I need it. Give me more, I beg you! God,
I'm taking Pleasure . . . Ahhhh . . ."
Appalled but intrigued, Gerda watched
her slave writhing furiously in her bonds
until she lay exhausted on the table.
Gently Gerda removed the enema tube
and undid the straps, then withdrew into
her sitting-room to allow Maria to relieve
herself of the severe washout.
They were both slightly embarrassed
when Maria re-appeared fifteen minutes
later. She knelt in front of Gerda and
pressed her masked head tightly against
the caftan. "Forgive me, Mistress Gerda,
I had no idea it would affect me like that,
but I had no right to take a Pleasure. Will
you punish me severely?"
Gerda could only laugh. "You're
incredible, my little Maria; I'm not going
to punish you for that, you ought to get a
medal! But at least I know now I can
suffer through I l/2 litres - I think! But
I'm not sure I will be able to have an
orgasm! "
Gerda's sadistic tendencies had
evaporated, and now she felt the need for
masochistic re-assurance.
"Maria," she said, deciding quickly, "I
want you to put me into strict meditation
for a couple of hours, till it's time to get
ready. A heavy latex suit, then the tight
leather sheath. A thick gag, the leather
lace-up hood over it. Then every fifteen
minutes you put the vibrator on the
sheath for five minutes. Got it?"
Maria leapt up. "Oh yes, Mistress!
You're so right! It's the best way to relax
and prepare yourself! "
Fifteen minutes later Gerda was not so
sure of her decision. She was helplessly
encased in a thick latex suit, and her arms

strapped inside the heavy leather sheath
enclosing her from feet to neck. A wide
gag held her jaws open, over which Maria
had tightly laced-up a leather mask over
Gerda's own mask, leaving only two
small nostril-tubes through which to
breathe. She was strapped securely to the
narrow massage table.
She let herself drift into the now-familiar
darkness of the true slave in bondage,
able to relax, yet feeling the ecstasy of her

tight bondage, knowing there was no
escape. She loved the feel of the gag,
biting hard on it, aware there was no way
to force it out against the tight straps,
deliberately allowing the saliva to leak out
the corners of her mouth and feel the wet
against the tight masks.
Suddenly she felt the vibrator against her
rubbered and leathered crotch. The
sensation was only slight because of the
double thickness, but she realised with
one part of her brain she was being
sexually thrilled by the mere fact of her
tight bondage and the knowledge she
could breathe only through her nose-
tubes. She had started to assess how, in
only a few months, she could have altered
from the rather prim and autocratic girl
she had been in Paris, when the waves of
the vibrator reached her.
At first, it was a mild and pleasant
sensation, letting her relax in the tight
bondage and breathe slowly and easily
through the tubes. She allowed herself to
drift into a dreamy fantasy where Guy,
Le Compte, was leaning over her in his
white leather costume, speaking loving
words to her. Then suddenly the vibrator
was coming through and her whole body
was quivering on the verge of a beautiful
orgasm.
Masochistic thoughts flooded through
her, and she strained against the
bonds... She saw herself now as a
highly-trained slave, ready and willing
implicitly to obey her adored Master,
reverting in his cruelty and begging for her
punishments and trials. She was aware of
her total addiction to the wearing of
rubber, the sight of its smooth aggressive-
ness and exciting rustle; and the soft yet
constricting feel of moulding latex,

outlining every part of her shapely body
and the superb restraint of long thigh
boots laced tightly to the top of her legs.
Even the horrors of suffocation were
thrilling, and the searing pain of a whip
across her tautly rubbered bottom could
now be an ecstatic experience.
Abruptly the vibrator ceased, the five
minutes was up. She tried to beg Maria to
keep the machine on her, but the tight gag
made it impossible. She relaxed back into
her secure bondage.
  I am Gerda, twenty-seven years old, a
highly successful model living my own life
in Paris. I had a beautiful apartment,
plenty of money in the bank, all the
admirers and boyfriends I could wish for.
Then l fell in love with Guy, that
debonair bastard who brought me here,
thinking I would have a lovely holiday
lying in the sun, sailing and water-skiing,
relaxing after two years of hard work.
Now look at me! At my own bidding, in
my own free time, I am encased in rubber
and bondage, knowing that in an hour or
two I may have to report to the

Executioner, blonde bitch that she is. I
must admit that if I was lesbian-inclined,
she would be my choice, there's some-
thing horribly sexy and attrative about
her, and she has a helluva figure, tall and
dominating, and she really enjoys her
sadistic tendencies. I'd love to see her in
black breeches, thick and crackling;
polished boots; belted tightly, and
wearing a long black rubber coat
buttoned up the side. Her gloved hands
would hold a nasty whip, and she would
make me kneel in front of her and bury
my face against her gleaming rubber
breeches. . . God, I feel randy, what in
hell's name is Guy doing to me? I'm
beginning to understand what slave
Yvette tried to tell me, that nobody wants
to leave the island! Life would be a miser-
able mash of grey colours instead of the
brilliant flashes of pain and excitement
and fantastic orgasms, senses so aware it's
like being on a permanent LSD scene,
beautiful and - oh God, Maria's put the
machine on me again .... it's a subtle
torture, so faint through the rubber and

leather, butitgrowsslowly, my body feels
on fire ..... I wonder how the
Executioner will be dressed this time, I
want to stroke that long blonde hair and
feel her cruel gloved hands viciously
fondling me ..... I must be mad! Guy,
it's you I want, in your tight leather suit,
to see your twisted smile and hear your
voice telling me I'm your slave and that
you love me ..... oh, yes! I was born
for this, to be a slave in rubber, to be
mercilessly trained and punished ..... I
can't stand it, I'm going to take a huge
Pleasure. No! Maria, don't take off the
Machine! Oh, please, no!
Gerda lay helpless, on the brink of an
orgasm, realising she had devised her own
punishment by ordering Maria to put on
the vibrator for only five minutes at a
time. she forced herself to relax, but her
mind was now hghly tuned to her own
masochism and she moaned with
abandoned pleasure, her inner mask wet
with perspiration, her body wetly
struggling in the tight bondage.
She forced herself to calm down, and
examine her chaotic feelings.
Let's face it, Gerda my friend, you're
never going back to that false and
hypocritical life in Paris. Guy was right
when he said I had the makings of a real
slave, and now I can admit it to myself! I
want to be a slave, his slave. And, let's be
honest for a moment, I adore the feeling
of this strange material, whether it's
heavy rubber or clinging latex or sleek
vinyl. The thought of wearing a chiffon
evening dress makes me sick! And now I
love the anonymity of a tight mask, and
lovely feeling of a gag preventing me
from making any protest!
In fact, I am rapidly becoming a perfect

slave, and it's time I faced myself and
admitted that my life is splendid. I even
have my own serving-maid, who begs me
to work off my sadistic tendencies on her.
How can one be both masochistic and
sadistic? Who cares why, I'm loving every
minute of my new libido!
But I'm faintly worried about my attitude
to the Executioner. That beautiful blonde
bitch attracts me enormously, although I
fear her more than any of the Instructors.
She knows it, too, her lesbian instincts
sense that there are moments when I
could happily kneel and serve her and
take a Pleasure doing so. But if I did,
what would my adored Master think?
I'm very confused. Can I have a lesbian

relationship with someone I hate and
fear, and still be hopelessly in love with
Guy?
As a good slave, I should just obey orders
and have no responsibilities: certainly I
should not be having these sacreligious
thoughts, but I'm still me, and, as Guy
once said, a perfect slave must be
intelligent and have great pride.
But I can see enormous problems ahead.
Gerda's thoughts dimmed into pleasant
memory as Maria applied the machine
again, the subtle vibrations making her
shudder in ecstasy, thanking the fate
which had brought her to this Paradise
Island .....
         THE END