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Another two weeks passed in a blur. Then one day Maria arrived with her breakfast in a state of high excitement. "It's today Mistress ! Your first exam ! Isn't that great !" She poured out Gerda's coffee and handed her the cup. She sipped it cautiously through the mouth slit of her mask, feeling curiously relaxed at the news.

"I wish I knew what will be in store ! Will it be very severe ?"

"As I told you, even we maids are never told in advance. My orders are to dress you in your very heavy latex suit, and to seal on your gloves and mask. No boots, no belt, nothing."

In fifteen minutes Gerda had been given her daily enema, had showered, dried and powdered herself, and had struggled into the thick overall latex suit which clung to her like a second skin, a shining black sheath, smooth and without a wrinkle.

"All these costumes," she exclaimed, indicating the long wardrobes that were bulging with all her outfits. "They all fit so perfectly ! How do they do it ?"

Maria held out the shoulder high latex gloves which her Mistress slipped on with practised ease.

"Everything is made to your exact measurements. One day you should ask to see the workshops behind the training centre. It's like a modern factory. Two cutters work there, and several of the serving maids work there when not on training duty. They are supervised by a lovely old queer of a designer who is an absolute genius with rubber and latex. He and Le Compte fight with each other over designing the most outlandish costumes. Then there is the blacksmith who makes all the steel and bondage equipment. He's a tall brute of a man who looks like Frankenstein, but he is as gentle as a lamb."

She took a roll of shiny black waterproof tape and expertly sealed the top of Gerda's gloves to her thick suit. She tucked the neck of her mask inside the high collar of the suit, then passed the tape around her neck, sealing that to the suit as well. "O.K., we're ready, you've got five minutes to report to the preparation room on the ground floor. Good luck Mistress !"

Gerda entered the preparation room at exactly nine o-clock, hating the place with it's rows of wardrobes and cupboards packed with hundreds of costumes and strange equipment to further bedevil a slave. On one wall, supported on steel hook, were heavy punishment suits, made of thick vinyl or leather, some of gleaming metal, their hoods and helmets with attached rubber tubes hanging in grotesque array.

Awaiting her was an instructor and two attendant maids. She saw by the number 7 on his helmet that he was the one she feared the most, a surly and sadistic bastard who awarded demerits for the slightest infraction of the rules. He swaggered towards her, insolent in his tight leather costume.

"Good morning, slave Gerda ! I presume you hope to pass your exam today ? Feeling ready ?"

She knelt briefly and made the required sign of obedience on entering a room. "I hope so, instructor sir. What are your orders ?" Inwardly she raged at her humiliation, but by now she knew it was stupid to incur demerits by being rude to him.

"You are no doubt anxious to know whet is in store for you. Well, your exam is to be a prolonged heat treatment. The maids will dress you, then Le Compte will take over after I have checked your final costume."

She felt her heart beat faster. She had rarely seen her lover over the past few weeks, although he had assured her that he would be watching her training from afar and study her reports every night. Now she felt immensely strong, whatever the suffering and torture which had been planned for her, she would prove worthy of Guy, just as he had told her on that fateful first night on the island.

The serving maids came forward, and Gerda obediently climbed into the various suits which they brought over. There were three heavy latex cat suits, each one slightly larger than the previous one and each zipped and laced onto her body until she felt like the advertisement for Michelin tyres. All the suits had attached glove, and now she was completely unable to bend her fingers. When the serving maids had completed her dressing, the instructor came over with a while steel collar and padlocked it over the high necks of the suits, but loosely for the moment.

"We'll tighten it later, " he said roughly, "First I must put this tube through your mask mouth hole, down to your neck." He took a short length of rubber hose and carefully pulled away the mouth of her mask, pushing the tube downwards. One of the maids brought across a large metal can, full of liquid,, and a plastic funnel which she inserted into the end of the hose. "You'll like this," the instructor said sardonically, "Little girls have evn been known to take pleasure with it !"

He took the can and slowly poured the liquid into the funnel. It was thick and oily, and Gerda felt it circle her neck, and start penetrating down into her undersuit, slowly trickling down her back and over her breasts.

Instinctively, she rubbed her hands against her body, feeling the liquid spread against her stomach, and continue down into her crotch and legs.

The can contained nearly a gallon of the thick liquid, which took the instructor almost a minute to empty. It had a pleasant scented smell, and despite her forthcoming trial, Gerda felt overwhelmingly randy as it covered her entire body inside the heavy rubber layers. The instructor withdrew the tube, wiped his hands on a towel, and after pulling the steel collar tight, padlocked it into position.

Meanwhile, the two maids struggled over with a weird looking suit made of heavy leather to which were attached long bars of steel, securely sewn into the legs and arms. With difficulty they pulled the suit onto her, the leather being so thick it could barely bend. The instructor laced it up the back until she was tightly encased in it. Because of the steel splints, she could not bend her arms and could only walk stiff legged. One of the maids brought across a pair of heavy rubber thigh boots, several sizes too large to accommodate the suits she was already wearing. These were slid onto her, stiff and tight and coming up to her hips.

"Finally, your Heat Helmet !" said the instructor with obvious relish. he brought over a heavy rubber hood with goggled eyes, no mouth hole, and a pair of nozzled tubes at the nostrils. he pulled it over her own mask and strapped the wide collar securely over the metal one already round her neck.

By now Gerda was almost panicking. The weight of the various suits was enormous, and already she could feel the heat building up. The heavy punishment hood was tight against her head and slave mask, the rubber already wet with her perspiration. She could breathe easily through the nose tubes, but knew the outside nozzle could be tightened to restrict her air supply.

The instructor stood back and closely examined her from top to toe. She took two awkward steps, unable to bend her legs, and felt the grease slither sexily over her body and in her sex. Then suddenly Guy was standing there in front of her, and the instructor and maids had silently departed. Instead of his usual white leather suit, he was wearing a shining latex costume, outlining his superb slim figure. Two inch heeled black patent thigh boots gave him a swashbuckling appearance. He was gloved and belted, but his head was bare. He bent and raised one of her stiff arms and kissed her rubber covered hand.

"So, my love, you have come to the end of your first period of training. I sincerely hope you will pass your exam into slavery." She felt a warm deep feeling of love sweep over her - she would die for him, there had never been any other man in her life towards whom she had been so intensely devoted.

"Master, dear Master ! Do whatever you " wish ! Only please let me see you more often. Then I can be strong and make you proud of me !" The words echoes inside her masks, and she hoped he could understand her, muted against the tight rubber over her mouth.

He took a black gloved hand and gently caressed her head. His other hand crept between her booted legs and she called out in rapturous pleasure as he cause the grease inside her suit to enter every part of her body. In a hot whirl of emotion she realised she was close to a shattering climax. As if sensing this, he stepped back, his face hardening. He turned and picked up a wide iron belt from a table, and with some difficulty padlocked it around her waist. The extra weight made Gerda stagger.

"It weighs 12 kilos," Guy informed her, "So you are now carrying about 25 kilos of costumes and equipment. It is now almost 10, and you will wear this outfit until midnight." Gerda felt her heart miss a beat. 14 hours ! She was already perspiring in the monstrous costumes, and her legs felt like cement, the leather suit holding them rigid. The iron belt made her want to lie flat, anything to get rid of the weight dragging her down.

Guy picked up a small strap with a dial attached. He bent and fixed it round the bottom of her left boot. "You are free to wander where you will. You may rest when tired, but -" he paused and looked into her goggled eyes, "Your test is to wear this costume for 14 hours, and in doing so walk three kilometres. On your left foot is strapped a pedometer. When you report to me at midnight it must have registered at least three thousand metres ! Furthermore, your breathing must remain controlled."

He stepped up to her and slowly tightened the nozzles on her nose tubes. Within seconds she was gasping for air, desperate for the small amount of oxygen allowed into her helmet. She looked at him mutely, her eyes pleading. Suddenly he smiled and gently kissed the top of her helmet, then drew her wrists behind her back and locked them together with a pair of handcuffs he took out of his pocket.

"Remember, I love you. Keep that thought in mind all the time that you suffer for me today. Remember that you can apply to anyone to be released at any time, but you will then have failed your exam!"