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Gerda awoke from a nightmarish sleep to find the Mediterranean sunlight flooding through the windows, tiny motes of dust highlighted by the golden rays. She stirred uneasily, memory crowding back, feeling the rubber sack in which she was encased wet with perspiration. Anger trembled through her body at the humiliation of being locked into the heavy suit with the thick attached gloves.

The bedroom door opened and Maria entered. She was dressed in her skin-tight latex suit, booted and gloved, with a steel belt encircling her small waist and a wide steel collar covering the neck of her latex hood. As usual, she was gagged. She minced across on high stiletto heels, carrying a breakfast tray. She placed it on a table and unstrapped her gag.

Gerda was in no mood for social conversation. Rustling loudly, st sat up and threw back the rubber sheets.

"This has gone far enough ! Get me out of this ridiculous outfit and find my suitcases. I'm leaving immediately."

Calmly the serving maid poured out coffee. "Cream and sugar Mistress ? You'll feel better when you've had some toast and marmalade. Here, let me undo your sleeping suit."

She brought across a silver latex dressing gown, then undid the padlock of the suit and zipped it down, helping Gerda out of the sack. Still furious, Gerda slipped into the cool gown. She found she was ravenous and ungraciously accepted the buttered toast and coffee.

"Please don't fight it, Madam," Maria said earnestly, "Le Compte owns the island and there is no way you can leave without his permission. You have half an hour for breakfast and to take a bath, then Miss Dodds will arrive to give you an enema. After today, it will be my privilege to give you your enema every morning. Please don't resist, otherwise you'll incur demerits and the Instructors will force it on you. Miss Dodds is a really nice person, she is very fair but she can be very stern."

Again Gerda had a feeling of complete unreality. "You must all be stark, raving nuts !" This is the twentieth century, you can't kidnap people and force them into some perverted form of slavery ! You seem a nice girl, I'll insist you come back to the mainland with me. Then we'll go to the police and you can tell them your story."

Maria made a little curtsy, and then knelt in front of her Mistress, looking up through the tight black mask.

"Mistress, I know it's difficult for you to understand yet, but you can't leave. Nor would I come with you. I'm extremely happy here. I take pride in being a good serving maid, and I hope you will find me very satisfactory. I love my smart rubber costumes, I'd feel horrible going back to the outside world, in grubby jeans and sweaters, with nothing to do in life.. Now I am a useful person, and every minute of every day means something to me. For the first time in my life I'm happy !"

Gerda was horrified. "You've been brainwashed ! how can you be a maid, dressed like this and be happy ? i haven't seen your face, but you have a lovely petite figure, you could get a job, get married and live you're own life."

"This is my life, Mistress. My parents are dead, I never really knew them. I was a very amateur prostitute when Le Compte found me, beaten up in a Rome car park. he's a wonderful man. Everyone on the island adores him."

"Who's everyone ? How many people in this insane place ?"

Maria smiled through he mask. "I'm never quite sure ! Most of the slaves here are on a six month training course, and then they leave to go to their Master. But some stay permanently, and are visited regularly by their Masters. I think there are about 22 slaves at the moment. There are 14 serving maids and 10 Instructors. Then there is Miss Dodds and the Executioner - she is responsible for all punishments - and the Doctor and two nurses. Then there's the two chefs and about four assistants, there's about six crew who take care of the two boats -"

Gerda broke in incredulously. "You mean they know what's going on here ? And nobody tries to stop it ?"

"Nobody wants to stop it Mistress !" I must go now, please get prepared for your enema. I'll be back later to help you dress for your first day of training." She stopped any further questioning by strapping the gag firmly back into her mouth, bowing and then departing.

In her rage and frustration, Gerda barely listened to her maid. This couldn't be happening to her ! She was a cool sophisticated 28 year old Parisian model ! But the first seeds of fear had been implanted the previous evening, when Le Compte had shown how easy it would be for her to 'disappear.'"

She had meant to leave her address with the Porter of her apartment building, but only when she had been on her way to Guys' apartment had she realised that she did not even know the name of the island. And she vaguely remembered her dresser being under the impression that she was going on holiday in Spain.

Her feelings for Guy were mixed. He had been a kind and tender lover in Paris, with an old fashioned display of manners which she found attractive and endearing. But last night she had heard him talk in a very different manner, clad in tight leather and superb in his own masculine way. She still adored him, but all this talk of subjugation, humiliation and training as a slave had upset her. She poured out more coffee while she strode around the bedroom, annoyed that the long latex dressing gown felt sexily cool against her skin.

She had taken a bath in the impressive gold and green bathroom, and dried herself on the thick towels. The door opened abruptly 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 woman 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 brandy. You will make your own choice as to which you will receive, but always realise that 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 here serene face and cheerie smile belied the threat in her voice. She went on " I should have received you last night, but it was a busy evening. Now this morning I will give you your first enema, because every slave must be clean for her training, so I would appreciate your co-operation. It's better for you, otherwise my two assistants will cause it to happen anyway, and then under the rules you will receive and extra pint - oh dear ! - I should use the continental term, a half litre. Now will you come over here and bend over ?"