Leather bondage dress for Gerda | free bondage stories

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 refused to appear in this ridiculous costume. She looked around the room but the only thing of hers she could find 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 moyioned her back into the room.

"I guessed as much slave Gerda ! You have a stubborn streak which I shall break very quickly. Get into those clothes at once, and be glad that on your first night you are so lightly clad., When you start your training tomorrow you will long for the time when I will allow you to wear such feminine rubber costumes."

Furiously, she turned her back on him, and the next moment screamed as the whip slashed 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 the next time you will incur demerits, which means you will receive punishment." He turned and strode out of the room.

Uncertain now, she came back to the bed and stripped 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.

She was not sure whether to be angry or amused at her predicament. How dare that bastard whip me across my bottom, she thought, but it was rather nice, at least it shows he is not a soft worshipper, like some of those handsome suitors in Paris who took me to dinner and then stared at me as if I was a piece of Dresden china.

She had pulled up the latex stockings and zipped up the gleaming black dress when Maria returned. The maid curtseyed, then struggled with her cuffed hands to unstrap her gag and lay the thick rubber ball on a side table.

"Whew, that's better Mistress !" My, you have a lovely figure, that dress looks sensational on you !"

"Take off your mask, Maria, I can't talk to a blank face."

"I daren't, Madam. Nobody is allowed to ever unmask, except in her own quarters. It's a very strict rule."

"You're not serious, I hope ? And you mean there are other people here - like you ?"

Maria giggled. "Lots of people, but I am not supposed to say anything until tomorrow. Le Compte will explain it to you tonight, no doubt. Please let me lace on your boots, and finish dressing you. It's almost time to report downstairs."

"Report !" Gerda exploded, "I'm dining with Guy, even in this ridiculous outfit, and I'll go down when I am ready !"

Maria said nothing, but brought across the leather boots. With a sigh of irritation, Gerda sat on a settee and raised the long tight dress while Maria knelt and swiftly laced the boots up to the knee. She stood and crossed to the long mirror, teetering on the high stiletto heels. She looked very elegant, she admitted to herself somewhat grudgingly.

Maria brought across the red leather corselet, placed it around Gerda's already thin waist, and laced it up tightly. Next, she held out a pair of long satin gloves which turned out to be lined with a cool mackintosh material. A fine gold chain at each wrist was locked with a small gold padlock. Finally Maria brought a short red cape of heavy latex and fastened the high collar with a strap and a gold buckle. The cape was cunningly designed so that it hung apart except at the neck, revealing Gerda's uplifted breasts in the shiny black dress, and her nipped in waist. Despite the overall tightness of the outfit, Gerda felt warm and comfortable. She decided that she may as well make the best of the situation.

"All right, my serving maid, we're in a madhouse. I'll probably be on a plane to Paris tomorrow, but tonight I will faithfully play the game ! Lead me to your master !". She watched in astonishment as her maid picked up her gag and pushed it into her mouth, strapping it tightly in place with a faint grunt.

Carefully she followed Maria down the wide stairs, holding onto the polished bannisters. She was led down a long passage, lined with stern looking portraits of, presumably, Le Compte's ancestors. None wearing rubber, she noticed with amusement.

The serving maid opened a pair of double doors and motioned her to go in. She knelt quickly and pressed her gagged mouth briefly to Gerda's knee.

The doors closed quietly and Gerda was left alone in the magnificent room. two walls were covered from floor to ceiling in bookcases. A large window, now partly curtained in heavy velvet drapes, looked out onto the darkening sea. Although it was early Summer, a log fire burnt cheerily in a big granite fireplace, its' warm glow reflecting in the oak panelling of the room. Two leather sofa's lined the fireplace, with a low marble coffee table set between them. A large Sheraton desk occupied on corner, and in the other a table had been set for two, the sparkling silverware and lighted candelabra giving a soft illumination to the room.

She crossed to the fireplace and let the heat warm her, not sure whether the sudden shiver was due to a sudden chill or apprehension. She had always been a keen reader of Edgar Allan Poe, and suddenly the huge mansion seemed very sinister in its' perfection.

Abruptly, the doors opened and Le Compte entered. He switched on three wall brackets and then quietly closed the doors and strode over to the sideboard on which stood bottles and decanters. Gerda regarded him with love and a certain amount of awed fascination.

He was just over six feet tall and sturdily built, still dressed in the heavy white leather suit, carefully tailored to his lithe figure. He wore shiny black riding boots and a wide black belt held tightly by three gold buckles. Round the high military collar was a chain supporting a solid gold key. Gerda thought her looked quite superb.

"Good evening, Slave Gerda, you look very fine in your outfit. I trust the size is right and that you are comfortable ?"

"Surprisingly, yes. i feel as if it has been moulded onto me ! Do you have all your girls' sizes in stock ?"

He smiled, a brief flash of white teeth. "I have my own workrooms. Your measurements were sent here two weeks ago. All your costumes, even the more bizarre ones, have been specially tailored just for you. My dream is always to obtain perfection. A sherry, or something stronger ?"

"Tio Pepe if you have it. You know I hate anything sweet."

As he poured out the sherry, she asked lightly, "How did you get my measurements ? You must have been pretty sure of getting me down here."

"A small bribe to the salon. I said I wanted to buy you a surprise present from another couturier. Yes, I was confident you'd come with me eventually. After all you are in love with me !" He brought two glasses across to the fire and motioned to her to sit down. "We will dine shortly. Meanwhile I will teach you a little of what I expect you to achieve over the next few months."

She looked up sharply. "You're crazy Guy, I have to be back in Paris for a show in two weeks time, then I have a new collection in London in a month."

"I'm afraid not, ma chere. Cables have already been sent to your agent cancelling all engagements until further notice. I indicated that you had decided to spend more time with your lover. Your parents are dead and you have no close relatives, and in the past months you have been very loyal and dropped all your other admirers." For the first time a twinge of alarm shot through her. What he said was entirely true. There was no one who would worry about here whereabouts, and even her crusty agent knew how often his models married some rich suitor and gave up their jobs.

She sat down slowly, only part of her mind registering the fact that the dress was now slippery with her perspiration, and clinging rigidly to her.. A tiny air bubble moved down her latexed arm, looking vainly for an exit.

"Are you really serious ?" she asked. "Completely so," was the quiet answer. The sooner you realise it the better it will be for you. For this evening you are still my guest in my house, but tomorrow you must start to learn quickly, for I will no longer be Guy. I will be your master. Master of your soul, your mind and especially of your body." Suddenly he smiled at her. "But don't look so downhearted ! Eventually you will take joy and pride in your new profession. Now listen carefully. Have you red 'The story of O ?"

"Of course, but what-"

"Then you will remember that O loved her man beyond reason, and was prepared to put up with any indignity, any humiliation, even any torture, to prove her love for him ?"

She shuddered slightly. "Yes, it made good reading, but it was fiction."

"Ah, there you are wrong. Even today, many years later, the Chateau still exists for the purpose of providing highly trained slaves for gentlemen of means. Several years ago, before I started my own project, I spent three months there studying their methods, their psychology, ttheir beliefs and absorbing some of their wisdom. I saw rebellious girls broken down and trained to excessive heights of masochistic exhaltation in just a few months. Then there is Baroness Oblenska's establishment near Nice, where she trains male slaves to an unbelievable peak of perfection until they are lost and useless without their daily agony of punishment.

She interrupted him. "Well, brother, you can fail me right now and write me off as a disaster. I have my own independence, and no noe, but no one, is going to make me submit to what happened to Miss O. For your sake, and for the sake of our love, I'll play a game with you, but I am not a masochist and I want no bullshit about whippings and brandings !"

He offered her a cigarette from a large silver box on the table. She accepted it, feeling her hands wet inside the tight mackintosh gloves. She wanted to take them off.

"My hands are wet, how do I undo these little chains on my wrists ?"

"The padlocks are small, but not toys. they require a key. You keep them on." She shrugged, determined not to beg. "Suit yourself." Sarcastically : "I presume I don't have to dine with them on ?"