gerda 2 atomage sup 4 Story so far: Gerda has accepted an invitation for a holiday with Le Cwnpte Guy de Rhislain on the tiny Italian island of Borghi. On arrival she is informed that she is now subject to his rules and regulations which if she follows them she wit be treated 'like a Queen'; if not - the threat is unspoken. In silence the two rubberclad figures walked up the short path to the house. Despite her confusion, she stopped and gasped as the house came into view. It was a huge Moroccan-style villa with arches and terraces, towering majestically over the sea. "Is that really yours?" she asked, "It's magnificient!" "Thank you, my dear slave, I accept your compliments. Yes, I built it several years ago when I decided I had made enough money and would retire to pursue my own desires: Ah, I see Maria is waiting for us!" They continued walking up to the imposing front door which was flanked by two high white pillars. herds was now warm inside the clinging rubber costume and again she felt the dormant sexual urge as the rubber clung tightly to her skin. The girl who was waiting at the door was small and dark and attractive. She was dressed in a French maid's costume made of dark blue rubber, with black rubber stockings coming high on her thighs, and a pair of five-inch stiletto-heeled shoes. Round the high neck of the short dress was fixed a metal collar with a short chain hanging down. But Gerda's eyes were rivetted on Maria's face, for a black leather gag was tightly strapped into her mouth. Guy surveyed her critically. "You're a good girl, Maria, always 'tight and tidy', the motto of this establishment! When you have taken my new slave to her quarters, you may retire to your room and change into Costume no. 12 in order to cook dinner. You may remove your gag but only after you have left slave Gerda. Understand?" Maria nodded and curtsied. Gerda could swear there was a sparkle in her eyes, as if she was enjoying herself Renato arrived carrying the luggage and took Gerda's cases inside. Guy strode into the wide hall and she had no option but to follow, wondering if she was dreaming; but the warm perspiration inside her booted waders reminded her that she was on an island and very much in her lover's hands. "Later, I will show you over the house. Today you will be an honoured guest, and tomorrow we will start your training. Meanwhile go upstairs with Maria and take off your clothes. You may have a bath and then dress in the costume she will lay out for you". Meekly, Gerda obeyed; there seemed no point in arguing for the moment, and now her outfit was becoming uncomfortably hot and she welcomed the thought of a cool bath. As she walked up the stairs behind the maid she saw that under the short rubber dress Maria had on a thin silver chain which cut tightly between her black rubber pants and passed between her legs, making every step an effort. When they reached the door of a bedroom she asked the girl curiously, "That chain between your legs? Doesn't it hurt?" For a moment she forgot the girl could not speak. Maria nodded, and shrugged. She lifted up the front of the dress and Gerda saw the chain passed tightly round her waist and a small padlock held it in position, an effective modern version of a chastity belt. Gerda's room was vast and elegantly furnished, with two big doors leading out onto a terrace overlooking the sea. In the adjoining bathroom, which would not have disgraced a suite at the Ritz, were bottles of perfume and jars of bathsalts. Dazedly, she came back and sat on the bed. With relief she slid down the zip under her chin and pushed back the close-fitting hood. she still could not believe that this man, who had wooed her and bedded her so tenderly in Paris during the previous four weeks, could suddenly turn into a stern 'Master'. Maria gestured to the bathroom and Gerda nodded. The maid then crossed to a huge wardrobe and slid back the doors. It was filled with dozens of strange-looking costumes, all in rubber or leather. She commenced to pull out various items, sliding them of padded hangers and placing them on the bed. Gerda slipped off her gloves and made for the bathroom, stripping off her now dripping tunic and then wriggling out of the high chest-waders. The bath felt wonderful, the perfumed water soothing; curiously, she felt no fear in her predicament, rather a sense of dreaming the whole incident. Perhaps it was all a joke, something he had dreamed up to give her a vicarious thrill, which it undoubtedly had. Lazily she dried herself on the huge bath towel and slipped on a silk dressing-gown which hung on the back of the door. With a slight shock she realised it was rubber-lined, but the cool material against her skin was not un- pleasant. She returned to the bedroom and found Maria had departed. On the bed lay a pair of tiny black pants, made of shining latex. Beside them was a long evening dress and a pair of thin black elbow gloves, both in the same material, and a red leather waspie corset and eye-mask. On the floor was a pair of high-heeled black patent shoes. She picked up the clothes and examined them, feeling the rustling material and faintly disliking the peculiar smell. She decided the joke had gone far enough, she would dress as she wanted; she had brought four cases of clothes with her and she refused to appear in this ridiculous costume. She looked around and found to her annoyance that the only case in the room was her make-up case. Angrily she crossed to the door and opened it. Guy stood in front of her, now dressed in a gleaming white leather suit and carrying a short whip in his gloved hands. Silently he motioned her back into the room. "I guessed as much, slave Gerda ! You have a streak of pride which l shall tame very quickly. Get into those clothes at once, and be glad that on your first night you are so lightly clad. When I start your training tomorrow you will long for the occasional time when I allow you to wear such feminine rubber costumes." Furiously she turned her back on him, and the next moment screamed as the whip lashed across her thinly-covered bottom. "you have fifteen minutes to join me in the drawing-room for cocktails. I will forgive your outburst this time, but next time you will incur demerits, which means you will receive punishment." He turned and strode out of the room. Uncertainly, she came back to the bed and slipped off her dressing-gown, feeling the smooth rubber fall to the ground with a rustling whisper. She picked up the black latex pants and stepped into them.