The story so far: Gerda, a top Parisien model,
has agreed to spend a holiday with her lover, Le
Compte Guy de Rhislain, on his island off the
Italian coast. Upon arrival, she finds she is a
virtual prisoner, to be trained in rubber and
bondage as a slave. On her first evening, Guy
treats her as an honoured guest, although she has
been prepared in a latex evening gown by her
gagged maid, Maria. Still thinking it may all be
a practical joke, she is put to bed by Maria, only
to find that her heavy white rubber sleeping suit
has been padlocked onto her.

She awoke to find the Mediterranean
sunlight flooding through the windows,
tiny motes of dust highlighted by the
rays. she stirred uneasily, memory
crowding back, feeling the rubber sack
in which she was encased wet with
perspiration. Anger trembled through
her body as she remembered the
humiliation of being locked into the
heavy rubber suit with the gloves
attached.
The door of her luxurious bedroom
opened and Maria entered. She was
dressed now in a skin-tight black latex
suit, a steel belt encircling her small


waist, and an open-face hood covering
her head. Under this she wore her usual
leather gag. she minced across on high
stiletto heels, carrying a tray in her
black gloved hands.
Gerda was in no mood for social polite-
ness. She sat up, throwing back the
rubber sheets.
"-This has gone far enough! Get me out
of this ridiculous outfit and find my
suitcases. I'm leaving immediately."
Maria put down the tray, consisting of
orange juice, coffee, and toast and
marmalade, then picked up her pad and
pencil and wrote rapidly: Dear Mistress,
don't fight it! He owns the island and
there's no way you can leave. I'll release
you now and you have half an hour to eat
and have a bath, then Miss Dodds will
arrive to give you an enema. Please don't
resist, otherwise you will incur demerits.
And especially listen to her, she can be
very helpful or an old bitch. After your
wash-out I'll be back to dress you for your
first training class. Good luck!"


Gerda read the note with a feeling of
complete unreality, hardly realising
Maria had unlocked the neck padlock
and zipped down her sleeping suit. It
was an utterly impossible situation,
something which could never happen in
this day and age. she was 26, a sophis-
ticated model, and there was no way she
wouldsubmit to a stranger giving her an
enema! The very thought revolted her.
She stepped out of the sleeping suit and
ungraciously accepted the mackintosh
robe which Maria held for her.
Her feelings for Guy were mixed; he had
been a kind and tender lover in Paris,
with an old-fashioned display of man-
ners which she found attractive and
endearing. But last night she had heard
him talk in ? very different manner, clad
in tight leather and superb in his own
masculine way. she still adored him, but
it was this talk of subjugation, humilia-
tion, and training as a slave which upset
her.' fShe poured out the coffee and
munched some buttered toast while she
strode around the bedroom, annoyed
that the long rubber-lined dressing-gown
felt sexily cold against her skin.
She had taken a bath, again admiring
the green marble and the gold taps,
watching the expensive yellow bath salts
being whipped from grains into lovely-
smelling bubbles, and had dried herself
on one of the thick towels, when the
door was abruptly opened and a woman
and two men entered the bedroom,
followed by a girl dressed from head to
toe in a white latex uniform.
"I am Miss Dodds," announced the
woman, a matronly figure in her fifties,
"You can love me or hate me. At my
waist I carry a short whip, but on the


other side is a flask of vodka. You will
make your own choice as to which you
will receive, but always realist I have
complete authority over you and will
never hesitate to carry out my duties."
Gerda stared at her with surprise. Miss
Dodds was dressed in a rubber uniform,
but her serene face and cheery smile
belied the threat in her voice. She went
on: "I should have received you last
night, but it was a busy evening. Now,
every morning I will give you an enema,
because every slave must be very clean
for her training, so I would appreciate
your co-operation. It's better for you,
because otherwise my two assistants will
cause it to happen anyway, and under
the rules you will receive an extra pint-
oh dear! I should use the continental
terms - a half litre. Now will you come
over here and bend over?"
Her long red rubber apron rustled
importantly as she moved across to an
armchair. Gerda stared hypnotised as
she saw the long rubber tubes and liquid
bottles which the nurse was carrying.
The two male assistants were dressed in
tight green rubber uniforms with long
red aprons which covered them from
neck to ankle.
"You're mad!" Gerda breathed, "This
is all a nightmare! I've never had an -
an - enema! I won't and I demand that
you return me to the mainland !"
Miss Dodds smiled briefly. "Oh dear ! I
only hope for your own sake that you
will not be so capricious in your train-
ing. Horst, 1 think we need Programme
Training number Twelve !"
before Gerda realised what was happen-
ing one of the green-clad men had
seized her arms while the other slipped a

loose rubber hood over her head and
secured it round her neck with a strap;
The hood was thick and cold and she
was totally encased in darkness. She
found her breath becoming shorter and
a panic rose as she imagined hersel


suffocating. Dimly through her struggles
she heard Miss Dodds' voice.
"I warn you to relax, slave. These
punishment hoods have tiny holes in the
back, just enough to give you air if you
breathe slowly and carefully. If you


struggle you'll find yourself suffocating !"
With a supreme effort Gerda forced
herself to relax, telling herself they
would not want a dead body on the
island. She allowed her captor to lead
her out of the room and guide her down
a long passage. She could hear the
swish and rustle of the others following
them. she fought back tears inside the
now hot, smooth, rubber hood; as Miss
Dodds had said, breathing was easier if
one took long slow breaths.
Miss Dodds unlocked a door and they
entered a Training Room. In the centre,
under large operating lights, stood a
curious contrivance resembling a small
gym-horse with adjustable metal legs.
The centre part was made of thick
padded leather and at one end a heavy
padded face-mask was attached. Gerda,
of course, could see none of this.
Her gown was stripped off her and firm
rubber-gloved hands forced her to bend
over the rack. she felt her legs being
pulled apart and tightly strapped to two
of the metal legs. Her arms were pulled
forward and down and secured to the
other legs. A heavy leather strap was
passed round her waist and another
round the top of her thighs so that she
was completely clamped to the rack,
her bare bottom held high in the air.
Abruptly her hood was removed and
before she could cry out her head was
forced down into the face-mask, and
three straps passed round her head and
neck. As the straps were tightened her
head was pushed tightly against the con-
tours of the padded mask, and she felt
the wedge of a gag forcing itself into her
mouth. Her nose fitted into a small
hollow and thankfully she found she


could breathe through a hole. The
rubber wedge filled her mouth, and
there was no way she could move her
head by'even a fraction.
Miss Dodds' voice, muffed by the thick
clamped face,mask1 came to Gerda's
ears.
" You are now in one of the less-
sophisticated punishment racks. They
are used for whippings, enemas, and
sometimes just for a few hours medita-
tion when a slave needs to be reminded
of her sins. It is not for me to instruct
you in your training, but I would advise
you never to refuse an order, you see
how quickly and thoroughly you can be
overcome. Now, you will take your
enema like a good slave, and I trust
tomorrow morning you will accept it
without the necessity of putting you on
a rack."
Miss Dodds turned to the nurse, a pretty.
Asian girl dressed in a white latex
uniform, with high white boots, a heavy
white rubber apron, and long black
latex gloves. She was wearing the
standard leather gag tightly strapped
round her head. "Hang up the enema
bag and fill it with exactly one litre.
Keep the tap turned off until I'm ready."
She uncoiled several feet of rubber tub-
ing, one end of which the nurse attached
to the tap on the large water-bag. The
other end Miss Dodds dipped into a jar
of mild disinfectant then smeared the
first eight inches with Vaseline. She
approached the exposed bottom of
Gerda and expertly inserted the tube.
Meanwhile the two male attendants
stood rigidly to attention with their
backs to the rack.
Gerda felt the tube slip up her rear and

her soul cried out in despair. The
ignominy of being strapped down,
naked, in front of these loathsome
people made her proud mind writhe.
The rigid face-mask encasing her head
was so tight it even pressed against her
eyelids, and the rubber wedge reduced
her screams to a muffled grunt. She
could feel her saliva wetting the hard
rubber interior of the mask, and her
tears lubricated her black prison. Her
muscles shrieked in pain as she strained
against the powerful straps which held
her inflexibly in position.
In a haze of self-pity and anger she
heard Miss Dodds give an order to the
nurse, and next moment in a flash of
pure astonishment, she felt the cold
soapy water flowing remorselessly into
her. Exhausted, she lay supinely within
her straps for what seemed an eternity,
her rictual muscles too weak even to
attempt to stop the flow. she quivered
briefly as she felt the tube being with-
drawn, then Miss Dodds' gloved hand
inserted a rubber plug in her bottom and
she felt the blessed relief as the straps
were undone.
"Right, slave, you will be returned to
your quarters, and today you may use
your own bathroom. Maria will have
laid out your first training costume, and
you will be dressed and ready to report
in exactly half an hour from now. I beg
you, my dear, do not fight your destiny
any longer. This is very mild bondage
compared with what you can, and will,
experience if you defy orders."      l
Gerda felt the face-mask being un-
strapped, and a cool cloth was applied
gently to her face. The rubber gown was
wrapped around her and zipped up. she


stood groggily, her eyes still closed, not
wanting to face the humiliation of the
group. Her long fair hair felt damp with
perspiration as she pulled it back off her
forehead. She felt a soft touch on her
elbow and opened her eyes, blinking in
the bright lights.
The attendants had departed. Miss
Dodds smiled at her briefly and patted
her shoulder, then rustled from the
room. The nurse, her wide Chinese eyes
filled with understanding, motioned her
to the door. In a daze, Gerda walked
into the corridor, feeling the rubber
dressing-gown soft and cool against her
shin. Now the enema was taking effect
and she was suddenly aware of the
r ubber bung in her behind. Urgently she
followed the nurse along the corridor,
praying that she would reach her bed-
room in time.
Ten minutes later Gerda came out of
the bathroom, refreshed but still weak
from the stringent effects of the enema.
Maria was waiting by the bed, her dainty
figure now encased in what Gerda was
to learn was the normal maids' serving
costume. It was a tight-fitting dark red
latex suit, high-heeled red boots, long
gloves, and a heavy leather belt. Her
head was completely encased in a thin
red latex mask, leaving only eyeholes
and breathing holes. The hood was
sealed on tothe high neck of the suit by
a heavy leather collar, padlocked at the
front. Across the forehead of the mask
in black letters, was stencilled the maid's
name, Maria.
She made a brief curtsey and indicated
the garments on the bed. Gerda groaned,
without spirit.
"For God's sake, can't you speak? Are


you gagged under that mask ?"
Maria nodded, again indicating the
costume, then miming a glance at a non-
existent wrist-watch, pointing to the
time. For a moment Gerda thought of
refusing, but the memory of.the two
strong attendants and the manner in
which they had overpowered her and so
easily rendered her helpless made her
shudder with fear. Briefly she signalled
Maria to help her.
First, she put on a pair of black latex
stockings which came high up on her
thighs. Carefully Maria smoothed them
even higher until there was no wrinkle.
Then a very short and tight dress of the
same material, barely covering her
bottom. The sleeves ended in short zips,
and Maria gave Gerda a pair of thin
latex gloves to slide on. When they were
in place, the maid zipped up the tight
wrists of the dress over the gloves,
making them irremovable. Next came a
short corset in boned leather which
Maria pulled agonisingly tight, crushing
Gerda's waist into a slim nineteen
inches; then a thin latex mask which
Maria pulled over Gerda's head and
zipped down the back, being careful to
smooth the golden hair to avoid catch-
ing it in the zip. The mask fitted tightly
but comfortably, and Gerda was relieved
that she could see perfectly, nose holes
and a shaped mouth enabling her to
breathe easily. Over the neck of the
hood Maria fastened a wide leather
collar; it was not too tight but Gerda
found she was unable to turn her head.
She slid into the stiletto-heeled black
shoes and then Maria turned to the
wardrobe of shelves and picked up a
short rod made of smooth plastic, from


which two gold chains dangled. She
indicated to Gerda to bend over. This
was going too far; Gerda shook her
masked head defiantly.
"You're not putting that up my arse!
No way !"
Maria laid down the rod and picked up
the pad and pencil, scribbling rapidly:
Please, don't make it bad on yourself!
All slaves have to wear a rod for
reporting, you'll only get punished if you
don't. You'll get used to it at once !
Gerda thought of the rack in the other
room and shuddered. Meekly she bent
over. Maria greased the rod and gently
pushed it up the exposed bottom. When
it was well in she hooked one chain to
the back of the corset, then passed the
other chain between Gerda's legs and
up to a hook in front. Finally she
picked up a pair of thick white rubber
bloomers. Gerda held them up with
disgust.
"Not very glamorous, are they? And
why not in black?" Again Maria wrote
busily. It's the mark of a new slave.
Eventuallyyou'll be allowed other c olours
Reluctantly Gerda sat on the bed,
feeling the rod ease further into her
With difficulty, because of the rigid
corset, she slid them over her feet and
up her legs. The broad waistband
clamped round her corsetted waist,
hiding the gold chains, and the legs of
the garment came tightly to just above
her knees. She moved over to the long
mirror with a loud crackling of loose,
heavy rubber.
The effect was striking. Towering on her
heels, she was entirely encased in
gleaming black except for the strange
breeches effect of the white bloomers.


She walked across the room, feeling the
rod gently moving in its grease as the
chains tightened and slackened. The
sensation, despite her apprehension and
anger, was extraordinarily sexy. she
wondered if she was really so kinky;
even the heavy smooth rubber bloomers
gave her a kind of shameful pleasure.
She felt a sudden flush of determination
as she thought of Guy's treachery. If she
was to be held an unwilling prisoner she
would not give him the satisfaction of
watching her beg for mercy ! She was no
weak-kneed girl who would give in to
his threats and become his adoring
'slave'! She would play along with his
game - she had no alternative - until
she could find out more about this
mysterious island and a way of escape.
Then, dear Compte Guy de Rhislain,
we'll see how you explain all this jazz to
the police !
Despite the rigidly-laced corset, she now
felt almost at ease in her costume. She
marched over to the door.
"Come on, Maria, the half hour is up.
I'm dressed and ready to report for this
ridiculous game. Where do we go ?"
Maria came close to her, her eyes above
the harsh gag now troubled. She shook
her head slightly and shrugged, then
knelt and kissed Gerda's knee. she led
the way down the long passage.
Gerda strode behind her, the mack-
intosh breeches rustling and crackling,
the rod playing gentle havoc with her
emotions. She would show them that no
strong-willed girl could be forced into
slavehood.
She had never been more wrong.

In the next issue: Cerda learns some of the
incredible courses she will have to endure, and
realises her slavehood is no kinky game.