THE STORY SO FAR: Gerda, a top
parisien model, comes with her lover
Le Compte Guy de Rhislain, to his
island in the Mediterranean for a holiday.
She quickly finds he is running a huge
establishment for the training of wealthy
gentlemen's slaves. On her first day's
training, her long golden hair is cut off
and she is fixed into her Training Helmet.
Dazed and shocked, she is led out of the
Preparation Room to report to her Master.

She followed the Serving Maid down a
long corridor, dimly feeling her latex
costume wet with perspiration from
her frantic struggles in the bondage
chair, hearing the crackle of the wide
heavy shame pants which proclaimed
she was a new slave. She tried to
shake her head to feel the familiar
heaviness of her long hair, still not
believing it could have been cut off,
but the tight hood and steel neckband
held her head rigidly still. Her tears
were obscuring the glass eyes of the
mask, and for a moment she stopped
and leant against the wall.
The Maid came back and touched her

arm. Unable to speak because of her
normal working gag, she motioned
Gerda to keep following her. They
descended some stairs, richly carpeted,
and reached a large oak door. The
Maid knocked three times and indicated
for Gerda to enter.
The room was huge and like something
out of hell. Gerda paused inside the
door and her stomach felt sick as she
looked around. There were no windows
and neon lighting glared down from
ceiling and walls, and a bank of spot-
lights, like an operating theatre, brilli-
antly illuminated the tables with straps,
the wooden cross, the steel pillory, and
several other strange devices which
occupied the centre part of the room.
Round the walls were racks of whips,
from long bull-whips ranging down to
leather cat-o-nine-tails and short steel
canes. In glass shelves and cabinets, as
if on proud display, were gags and
masks and tubing of all shapes and
sizes. In a corner stood two oxygen

cylinders on portable stands. Hanging
on a frame in the corner was a shining
suit of steel armour with long rigid
thigh boots.
The Maid gently took her arm and
indicated that Gerda should cross to
a door at the side. Again the Maid
knocked three times, then bent and
kissed Gerda's rubber-covered knee
and left the vast room.
The door opened, and automatically,
in a dream, Gerda entered. This room
was totally different. It was a small
study, tastefully furnished with antiques.
Le Compte Guy de Rhislain closed the
door and motioned Gerda to a large
vinyl armchair. He was dressed in his
tight-fitting suit of white leather with
black boots, his handsomely-tanned
face smiling at her.
"Come in, dear slave Gerda. I want to
have a talk with you before we proceed.
Sit down. Your usual sherry?"
Wordlessly, she sat in the chair,
suddenly aware again of the greased
rod chained into her bottom and the
tight leather corset encircling her black
latex dress. Her hands were wet and
slippery inside the long gloves. The
stiletto spikes of her shoes dug into the
thick carpet.
She licked her dry lips, the mouth-
slit of the mask pulling against them.
"Something stronger, please. D'you
know what they did to me? That dread-
ful woman cut off my hair. Why, Guy?
What have I done9"
He came back from a small bar with a
balloon glass of cognac. Thankfully
she sipped it, feeling the strong brandy
warm her inside. He sat down opposite
her, his face sympathetic.

"I know it's a shock, but we have a
strict rule that no slave has long hair
which can catch in zips or bondage.
Besides, it shows vanity, and like a
nun, the first thing you must learn is
to sink your own identity into slave-
hood. Also, your slave-mask now fits
perfectly. Have you looked at your
new identity closely yet?"


SLAVE 21

He brought across a hand mirror and
held it in front of her. The black shiny
mask fitted without a wrinkle, and
she stared at the gleaming black face
with the inlaid glass eyes which look
natural and through which she could
see perfectly. Across the forehead was
stencilled the name 'Gerda' in gold
lettering, and she knew at the back of
her head her slave's number, 21, would
identify her from the rear. Only the
small opening at the mouth and the
two tiny breathing holes in the shaped
nose gave indication there was a living
human beneath the layers of rubber.
"You'll start your training now," Le
Compte said quietly, "but I have
instructed this first day to be easy for
you. you will be given only fifty lashes
for your daily Whipping, and you will
be left ungagged for your leisure period
in the slaves' Rest Room, so that you
can find out more about the Training
Centre from other slaves. Nor will you
receive the usual Training Enema
tonight. But tomorrow the full Training
will commence, and I beg you to co-
operate otherwise you will receive
Demerits and Punishment like any
other slave. I cannot make exceptions

just because I brought you here, and
you are to be my personal slave. "
She felt exhausted and wanted to cry.
"But why, Guy, we had such a good
time in Paris? Don't you love me any
more? "
He leant forward and fondled her
masked head. "It's because I love you
that I'm going to train you and show
you what real ecstasy is! I'm going to
raise you to heights of sustained pleasure
and pain of which you have never
dreamed possible. All I ask just now is
that you try hard, very hard, to assimi-
late what you are being taught, however
much it may shock and hurt you;
remember always, that Pain can be
turned into rare Pleasure, and that you
are suffering for my sake. The more
you love me the more you will want to
accept such Pain, and the most severe
Training. You will be proud to accept
more and more suffering to prove that
love. And you will be rewarded
Pleasures which will leave you utterly
exhausted and begging for more."
She finished the brandy, feeling light-
headed and slightly stronger. "Will
I see you often?"
"Not at first, my little one. Some
special Training will be carried out by
me, but I shall be correctly hooded.
But at all times I will be with you
mentally, and every day I shall follow
every part of your suffering. At the
end of two weeks, if you are behaving
weAl, we shall dine together, with your
mask removed. "
He stood up and pressed a bell on his
desk. "Now you must go. And
remember what I said!" He kissed her
briefly on the top of her gleaming

head. There was a triple knock on the
door. "That is Maria, your personal
Serving Maid. She will take you to
your new quarters to prepare you for
your first Whipping. Bon chance!"
Wearily Gerda stood up, her costume
wet inside, her Shame Pants rustling
loudly. She crossed towards the door.
Le Compte called to her softly.
"Slave. Never, never leave the room
without making obeisance. "
Slowly she turned round, then with a
faint sob knelt in front of him, burying
her face against the Supreme Master
tightly encased in the white leather.
He stroked her head.
"Very good, slave. But remember, for
an Instructor you kiss his bottom.
Only to me, your Master, do you kiss
in front . "
Several minutes later Maria nad led her
to the Slaves' Quarters on the top of
the big house. At the end of a long
corridor Maria unlocked a door marked
'21'. When they were in the room
Maria unstrapped her gag and pulled
it out. Cierda was surprised at the
size of it.


THE CHANGING ROOM

"You have to wear that all day? It's
impossible ! "
Maria smiled through her mask, care-
fully wiping the black rubber wedge
and laying it on a table. "Whew! That's
better! Oh, you get used to it in no time.
I'm allowed to take it off when we're
in your quarters, so that I can explain
things to you. Now, this is your
Changing Room, quite comfortable,
and those sliding doors and drawers

contain all your personal costumes.
There's also a bathroom and a tiny
bedroom. The bedroom, I'm afraid,
is less comfortable and very functional.
Over here is your boot and shoe cup-
board." She crossed and opened
double doors. Gerda gave an exclama-
tion of surprise. Several pairs of long
thigh boots hung gracefully from
hooks; in black leather, black patent,
red leather with laces and eyes, some
with long zips; one, in heavy stiff
leather, had two steel rods up the side
through loops, and about twenty tiny
straps up the back.
To one side were about a dozen pair
of shoes, all with high stiletto heels,
from 4 inches to a towering seven
inches. Most of them were in shiny
black patent or vinyl, a few in bright
red. Besides them stood several knee-
high boots, like a row of coloured
soldiers on parade. Incongruous to the
smart colours and leather hung a heavy
black pair of rubber waders, but these
had thick three-inch heels.
"You'll find they are all in two sizes,"
explained Maria, "One size is your
own, the other is bigger, to allow for
your thick latex stockings or overall
suit. Now, here is your glove drawer."
She opened a long drawer in a chest
and revealed everything from elbow-
length thin latex gloves in all colours
to heavy rubber gloves up to the
shoulders with straps attached.
Maria led the way into a pleasantly
large bathroom decorated entirely
in black, except for a white ceiling.
There was both a bath and a shower,
a large basin, a toilet and a bidet,
all in shining black. Another door

brought them into the bedroom.
Gerda was dismayed. It was not more
than ten feet long and six feet wide,
and contained nothing but a narrow
bed with high metal frames at each
end. At the four corners were attached
metal cuffs with chains. The bed was
covered in gleaming black rubber
sheets.
"It's not too bad," said Maria cheer-
fully, "Normally the bracelets and
ankle bands are not used, unless you're
in Punishment. But every night, until
you pass your First-Level exam, I have
to chain you round the neck and to the
top of the bed. But it's a long thin
chain, and you can get to the toilet if
you want. "
Again Gerda felt the rage and helpless-
ness well up inside her. To be chained
to her bed like a scruffy watchdog!
She thought of her beautiful apartment
in Paris, with its king-size bed and
silk sheets.
"Can't I even have some ordinary bed
clothes? How can I sleep between hot
rubber sheets!"


DRESSED IN RUBBER

Maria smiles sympathetically. "It's not
so bad, you'll get used to them. You'll
be dressed in rubber as well, and for
the first two nights you'll have to keep
your mask on. That takes more getting
used to."
"Oh my God ! " Gerda exclaimed,
remembering suddenly that the girl
they called The Executioner, who had
cut off her hair and fitted the mask,
had said she must wear it for forty-
eight hours, "I can't! I'll suffocate! I

hate anything on my face ! "
Maria spoke warningly. "Mistress
Gerda, I'm here to help you. Please
accept what they order, otherwise you'll
only be punished until you do. They'll
put you into a Punishment Sleeping
Suit and manacle you spread-eagled on
your back, with a tight gag and a blind-
fold. That isn't funny. I've suffered it.
After a few hours the cramp in your
arms is agonising and then it is difficult

to sleep!"
Gerda was horrified. "They did that
to you?"


THE DORMITORY

"Oh yes, several times. But the worst
sleeping punishment is The Dormitory.
The beds there are just a padded plank
a foot wide. They put you into a tight
rubber bag which is strapped up the
back. Over your mask they fix a heavy
leather hood with only noseholes, then
they lay you on the plank and strap you
down to it from neck to toe. you can't
move a finger and you're there for the
whole night. I was lucky, when they
gave me that, I was so tired I slept
most of the night, I just let myself
drift away in my hot cocoon. But some
slaves get claustrophobia and then it
really is a bad punishment. So
remember, always do what they say,
you can 't beat them ! Now, get
undressed and have a bath while I lay
out your Whipping Suit. I can release
your steel collar to get your dress off,
but your mask must stay. "
Still uncomprehending the enormity of
what was happening to her, Gerda
obeyed meekly. She relaxed in the
warm bath, the steam clouding the eye
pieces of the mask, wondering what
Fate had against her to have involved
her in such a strange charade; for still
she did not fully appreciate what Guy
had told her; that it would not all be
a hideous joke and she would find the
'slaves' and 'instructors' would turn
out to be laughing house guests playing
a prank on her.

She dried herself, wryly thinking that
even Guy couldn't expect her to use
a towel made of latex. She wrapped it
round her and returned to the big room,
where Maria was busy laying out
clothes.
"Good, it feels better after a bath
doesn't it? Now, I've powered this
black suit for you. It's heavy latex and
fits like a glove, but comfortable.
You'll notice the pants part is double
thickness, which gives your skin some
protection against the whip. you wear
this white belt, which signifies you're
in a Whipping Suit, and these knee
length boots and the long gloves. It's
a simple and very comfortable costume
to wear."
When Gerda was dressed and Maria
had laced up the high-heeled boots, she
regarded herself in the long triple
mirror where she could view both back
and front by adjusting them.
Despite her fear and apprehension, she
liked the reflection in the mirror. Her

tall, slim figure was moulded in shining
black latex, with a wide white leather
belt encircling her small waist. She tried
not to think that her rounded bottom
was so tightly encased that it seemed to
be demanding to be whipped. She
wondered if she was going insane, the
very thought of flagellation had always
horrified her. The anonymous smooth
black face stared back at her, giving
nothing away. she turned on high heels
to Maria.
"Let's get it over with. Is it very bad?"
"Bless you, that's the right spirit!
No, just try to absorb it and don't fight
it. The more you relax your bum the
less it hurts. When it really hurts, try
to think it's your Master whipping
you with love. "
"Well, at least I haven't got that awful
Rod in, although I must admit it feels
strangely good at times, especially when
one sits on it. "
"I agree. Sometimes I have to wear
one all day, and I love it. I feel naked
without it. Of course, the training
Rods aren't too big, it's when you get
to the really thick ones it becomes more
difficult. "
Before Gerda could question this
ominous statement, Maria had picked
up her gag and strapped it securely into
place through her mask. Gerda was
fascinated the way she had to force the
large wedge into the mouth. When she
was finished Maria wrote rapidly on
her pad: Please make sure the strap is
on the last hole. If I get examined and
it's not, I'll get demerits! Gerda looked
at the buckled strap. It was one hole
from the end. With difficulty she pulled
it tighter until Maria grunted in pain.

Gerda was ashamed that she felt a
momentary flash of pleasure. Maria
nodded her head in thanks, knelt
briefly to kiss Gerda's knee, and they
left the room.


WHIPPING CHAMBER

Swiftly Maria led them along a bewil-
dering maze of corridors and stairs,
Gerda feeling protected and encased in
the tight heavy suit. Would the whip
hurt terribly, and how would she with-
stand fifty lashes? Was this really
happening, was she actually walking
towards a place where she would be
ordered to bend over to be flagellated?
She tried to close her mind to it. she
found herself being gently pushed by
her maid into the Whipping Chamber.
It was not the huge room she had seen
earlier. It was almost bare and brightly
lit, with a low gym-horse type of rack
on which she had suffered her enema
earlier. Suddenly she felt afraid, she
had not realised she would be helpless,
imagining if it hurt too much she could
stand up and protest. Maria knelt
briefly to kiss her knee, then left the
room. A Serving Maid in red latex,
masked and gagged, moved forward
and guided Gerda towards the Whipping
Block. She fixed heavy leather straps
on to Gerda's wrists and the same on to
her booted ankles. Each strap had a
strong metal loop. Then she hurried
over to a cabinet and brought back a
black leather strap with a loose piece
of rubber attached. She indicated for
Gerda to open her mouth. Gerda shook
her head.
"Not if that's a gag. I'll choke and be

sick, I can't take anything in my
mouth. "
A door at the back of the room opened
and an Instructor entered. He was
masked and the number '9' was painted
on his hood. He was clad in a green
leather suit and boots. He approached
Gerda slowly.
"Slave Gerda, I have been assigned to
give you your Training Whipping for
the first week. I have also been instruc-
ted that today you are to be treated
leniently. However, direct disobedience
of an order can only incur severe
Demerits. Accept that pressure gag or
I will call in attendants to force it
into you!"
Desperately Gerda looked around,
seeking some sort of escape; then she
remembered how easily Miss Dodds
had forced her earlier to accept the
enema, and the two sturdy attendants
who had effortlessly overpowered her.
She nodded weakly, and the Serving
Maid came forward and carefully
inserted the loose rubber into her mouth,
then tightened the strap behind her
masked head. The rubber lay flat in
her mouth, and apart from the
unpleasant taste did not act as a gag.
Now the maid screwed on some sort of
pump and the next moment Gerda
felt the loose rubber start to swell as
air was forced in. In a few seconds the
ball of rubber was filling her mouth
until it was forcing out her cheeks. She
tried to complain, to groan, but relent-
lessly the gag extended until it cruelly
filled her mouth. She found she could
still breathe easily, through her airholes
at the nose, and through a small tube
through the pressure gag. The maid

unscrewed the pump from the front of
the gag and motioned her to lie across
the Whipping Block.
In two minutes Gerda was strapped
down over the leather horse, her ankles
and wrists padlocked through the
metal loops on the four legs, and a
wide strap round her thighs holding her
bottom ignominiously into the air.
A further strap secured her waist
tightly on to the horse. Lastly, the
maid passed a leather blindfold over
her eyes, she was now blind and speech-
less and immovably secured to her
Whipping Block. She heard a rustling
sound as the Instructor put on a
garment.
"I am putting on my Whipping Coat,"
she heard him say, "It is of thick black
rubber and is worn by all Instructors
and Masters, so that the slave can
hear the rustle as the arm is upraised
to give the next stroke. I am starting
with a short cane in order that you will
learn the different type of whips. "
She heard the rustle of rubber and the
swish of the cane, then a stinging
sensation across her bottom. In rapid
succession nine more lashes came, until
she was squirming with the pain.
"Now ten slow strokes with the leather
cat-o-nine-tails. In the old days the
Masters used this with steel tips in
order to draw blood, but nowadays we
are more merciful. Actually, this whip
is one of the favourites with the
slaves, because the thongs part in the
downward swing and spread over the
bottom, giving a full and satisfying
pain. "
Gerda heard the droning, cultivated
voice in her dark prison, her rear still

smarting from the previous strokes,
locked down helplessly over the Block.
The pressure gag was tight but, incredi-
bly, not uncomfortable. She did not
yet realise that it was carefully shaped
to swell out the cheeks and not carry
to the back of the mouth, which could
cause choking. She heard the warning
rustle of his Whipping Coat and then
the thrash of the nine leather strips
as they smacked across her tightly
rubbered bottom.
She was ready to scream behind her
gag, but all she felt was a mild pain
and a glow of heat. Again and again
the lash descended, only increasing a
pleasant sexual hurt which she tried to
ignore. After the ten strokes the
Instructor spoke again.
"You betray yourself, slave, but you
pay me a compliment. No move, no
wriggle, no moan of agony. I think
you like this whip, so we'll give you
another ten. A little harder ! "
This time the cat-o-nine-tails swished
down in earnest, lashing evenly across
the cheeks of her bottom, stinging
and hurting. But again, she almost felt
an urge to beg him.to continue, she
heard the rustle of his Whipping Coat
followed by the smack and crack of the
whip, and the strange glorious sensation
of being utterly helpless and feeling the
aching pain spread up her body and
down her thighs. Now she had received
thirty strokes and she relaxed in her
tight bondage, her mind in a reeling
whirl, sure that she was in some kind
of sexual nightmare.
"We are proceeding to the riding whip, "
said the soft voice of the Instructor,
"It is made of hard ribbed leather, and

you will feel this hurting more, although
I will apply it gently today. This time
the strokes will be slow, giving you half
a minute to recover and savour the
pain. "
She heard the tell-tale rustle of his
rubber then a flat searing pain cut
across her buttocks. Her muscles
tensed and arched as she strained
against her bonds in defensive agony,
only to find that within seconds the
agony had subsided and left a hot glow.
She tried to remember what Maria had
advised, to relax her bottom and not
fight against the whip. she heard the
crackle of his Whipping Coat as the
whip was raised then the swish and
pain again flooded through her. This
time it was not as bad, although she
involuntarily strained against the bonds.
The Instructor continued with slow
measured strokes, expertly hitting the
same line across her rubbered bottom.
She became mesmerised by the exact
timing of each stroke, until she was
riding with each one, alone in her dark
prison of pain, biting on the pressure
gag until saliva was running out of the
mouthpiece of the mask. After seven-
teen strokes the Instructor stopped.
She felt something hard being pushed
between her legs onto her heavily
covered private parts.
"The Serving Maid will now give you
half a minute of The Machine. You
have been very good for the first
session." She felt her suit soaking wet
with perspiration, from the effort of
straining against the rigid~bondage and
trying to absorb the pain of the strokes.
There was a soft humming noise, and
next instant she felt the vibration of

The Machine against her, nosing
against the rubber as it sent waves of
pure ecstasy through her tortured body.
Shame and humiliation and raw desire
washed over her, and she tried to cry
out to stop this monstrous, subtle
addition to her torment. The gag
reduced her cries to a whimper, and
suddenly she realised she was on the
verge of an orgasm. Dimly she heard
the Instructor speak again.
"Now you will have your final three
strokes, but this time very hard in
order to mark your bottom, and to let
you understand what you may have to
suffer during a Punishment Whipping.
The Maid is on the floor and will keep
The Machine on you. Here is the first
one ! "
She was trembling now, needing the
whip more than anything in the world.
She heard the swish as it descended and
the universe exploded into a searing
agony of pain which turned to ecstatic
trembling as her climax approached.
Expertly, the Instructor noticed this
and the next two lashes came quickly,
the final coinciding with a long muffled
scream as every muscle tore against the
bondage and her bottom arched
upwards as she took a massive
shuddering Pleasure, continuing and
continuing until flashing rhombuses
danced inside her mind and she fell
away into exhausted oblivion.
              to be continued