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Gerda looked round to see if the instructor was in sight. He was nowhere to be seen Mischeviously she rubbed at Yvette's widely splayed crotch, causing a loud gasp of surprise followed by a rising moan. Her other hand was at her own crotch, stimulating herself to the limited amount allowed by the thick suit. Guiltily she broke off as the crackling of branches announced the instructor's return. "See you later, Yvette !" she said, letting her know he had returned. For once she thanked the masks, so that the flushed, aroused faces of the slaves could not betray them

The next day Maria cam bustling into Gerda's quarters with on of the special cases from the preparation room. Usually, this contained either a new costume for the slave, or an unusual costume which might have been ordered for a particular punishment or occasion. Gerda had learnt by now that the arrival of one of these cases was usually bad news.

But for once Maria didn't seem to think so. " You're to report to Le Compte at 3 this afternoon in his own private training room, Mistress. I think I know what that means !"

Under a mock threat of hundreds of demerits, Maria eventually told Gerda what she thought. "I'm not supposed to reveal anything in advance, Madam, I can get into awful trouble. But it's great, it means your Master will now be completing your rod training !"

"But I've just had the number 10 rod ! Gerda said unhappily " Surely it's not something even larger...." She broke off, appalled. "You don't mean - he's not going to -"

"Yes, Mistress ! The supreme master ! After taking too the number 10 so well, it means you are ready for it. It'll be wonderful, you are lucky !"

Gerda wasn't so sure, and her stomach churned. Despite the fact she had grown accustomed to her rods, and now found them sexually stimulating, she had never allowed a man to go up her bottom. The word 'buggery' had always sounded revolting, and she wondered if her adored Guy could really be contemplating such a terrible act. At lunch, she hardly touched her food, stomach turning over with excitement and revulsion.

By two thirty she was nearly dressed, knowing by the costume that Maria's guess was all too true. The special latex suit, skin tight, had the entire bottom cut out, ironically heart shaped. Over it Maria laced up high leather boots, in gleaming red, to the very top of Gerda's thighs.

Then she held out a thick and cumbersome straight jacket, into which Gerda reluctantly pushed her arms. It was of double thickness black rubber wigan, the over long sleeves ending in enclosed mitts, with a buckle and strong tapes attached. Maria laced it tightly up her back, and further restricted her by buckling six straps from high neck to waist making it difficult to breathe freely.

Apologetically, Maria pulled her Mistress's arms behind her and crossed them over, pulling the tapes round in front and hauling on them until Gerda's arms felt as if they were being drawn out of their sockets. The tapes were then knotted in front. Finally a wide strap was passed around her arms and body, under her breasts, and pulled achingly tight at the back, holding her upper arms firmly at her sides.

"Son of a bitch !" moaned Gerda, " I can't even move a finger !"

"Sorry Mistress, but I have to obey the dressing orders. If I don't do it properly, and it's too loose, then we both get demerits. Now, this shiny black rubber mini skirt, to cover your rear, and then a long latex cape to cover your bondage in case we meet other slaves on the way down. They are very considerate here, you're always well covered in the corridors and halls.

"Big ruddy deal !" Gerda hissed through her slave mask, "I don't give a shit about the corridors, it's what's going to happen at the other end which worries me !"

Maria grinned, and then guided her to the elevator and knocked on the appointed door at exactly 3 pm. She knelt to her Mistress, resplendent in her long white cape leaving only the tips of her boots visible, and departed.

A serving maid opened the door and curtsied. Gerda rustled in, determined not to be cowed by her helplessness. The maid led her over to a small ante-room, furnished lick a doctor's surgery, but with two comfortable armchairs in one corner. In the centre of the room, however, stood an ominous leather padded table with four stout wooden legs. On one wall hung dozens of leather straps of various lengths. On another wall was a heavy glass tank, reminiscent of an aquarium, with a long rubber tube neatly coiled alongside. Gerda shuddered as she recognised the punishment enema equipment.

The maid was gagged with a heavy ball and head harness strapped over her mask. She undid Gerda's cape, and then motioned to her to lie over the table. Once in position, her knees, thighs and ankles were strapped securely to the legs of the table, and then thick straps were passed under the table and over her waist and shoulders, holding her firmly down. The straight jacket was now so tight she could barely breathe, and her arms felt numb in their tight bondage.

Next moment a leather blindfold was slipped over her eyes, and she waited for the expected gag, wondering if she could breathe with her mouth filled with the rubber of the gag. But nothing happened. There was along paused, then heard a faint crackle of rubber and her Master was speaking.

"So, dear slave Gerda, you have come to your just reward. You have passed your rod training, which means you are now prepared to accept the Supreme Master. Deliberately, you have not been gagged because I wish to hear your reactions. I therefore order you to keep talking from now on."

"Yes Master," she moaned, "Will it hurt very much ?"

"Stupid slave, of course not ! Why do you think we go through the long process of rod training ? Your anal passage has now been stretched and trained so that you will feel no hardship at what is about to happen. I only hope you will be able to relax and enjoy yourself, knowing that you are greatly pleasing your Master.

She felt him move forward, then the short mini skirt was lifted and tucked into the strap restraining her waist. She realised her bottom was straining outwards through the hole in her suit by her undignified position. She tried to move to a more comfortable position but the bondage allowed of no movement.

She heard him speak again. "My maid will now give you a washout. This is purely a ceremonial gesture, but you will describe to me every sensation. You will not cease to talk ! I want to hear every reaction of your mind and body for every moment from now onwards. Understand ?"

"Yes, Master, I must tell you everything I feel... do I have to ?"

he ignored her, signalling to the serving maid. She crossed to the tank and took down the rubber tube. She dipped the end into a bowl of prepared antiseptic, and then smeared a few inches of the end of it with a jar of oily cream. She came across and expertly slid the pipe up Gerda's arse. She had already place a large bowl beside the table.

Gerda jerked as a whip stroke slashed across her unprotected arse. "Keep talking," warned Le Compte.

Tears welling up, Gerda tried to concentrate. "I feel the tube sliding up my bottom. There is no way to prevent or avoid it. It is being held firmly in position by your maid."

Guy crossed to the tank and turned on a tap. Within seconds Gerda was babbling "It's flowling in, Master, it's hot and under pressure and there's no way I can stop it, however much I clench my arse. It's filling me and feels awful. Please stop it, I had my enema this morning. Oh God, it feels good.... NO ! I'm hating it, no more...please !"

Ignoring his slave, Guy waited until a full litre had flowed in, then turned off the tap. He motioned to the slave to remove the tube and hold the pan.

"I will not embarrass you by remaining, slave, as I must prepare myself. I will return in a few minutes."

With infinite relief she heard him rustle out of the room. Then nature was taking its' course, and thoroughly ashamed she was listening to the water gurgling into the pan. When she was finished she slumped into her bonds.

I'm sorry, whoever you are serving maid, that's what you call a shitty job !" She wondered how she could joke knowing what was coming. She heard the maid walk away with the pan, then return, and to her surprise felt a masked, breathing face, gagged and unable to communicate by speech, laid softly three times against her head in sympathy and understanding.

Then she cringed as she felt gloved hands, thick with grease, massaging her exposed bottom, and a finger pushing into her to lubricate her anal passage. Suddenly she became aware of her predicament, the utterly helpless position she was in, arms useless, body held tightly down in strict bondage. She writhed and struggled to predictably little effect.

Her master returned and she heard him dismiss the serving maid.

"Beautiful !" he said quietly, "One of the loveliest bottoms I've ever seen. Now keep talking, slave Gerda, while you feel the supreme master enter you !"

She felt something huge push insistently between the cheeks of her bottom, a snake searching for an opening. "It's too big Master," she groaned, "Couldn't I take it -"

She gave a small scream as the snake found the entrance and pressed hard against her. Instinctively she clenched against it, but it withdrew slightly and then pressed hard and she felt the grease sending a welcome to this monstrosity.

"NO ! Please not ! I can't take it, master, please....please..."

She screamed again as the snake slid into her, the most horrendous and yet wonderful sexual thrill she had ever experienced. It moved slowly into her until she could feel her Masters thighs against her bottom. Then he pulled back slightly, and she cried out in ecstasy.

"YES ! Oh yes ! It's fantastic, darling Master ! Harder, push it in harder ! Yesssss ! God ! It's too wonderful...." She screamed again as he withdrew and then cruelly thrust hard into her, trying to force her to take every last millimetre of his prick.

Then he was riding her, bent over on top of her heavily bondaged body, while her incoherent screams of ecstasy echoed around the room.

She managed to hold herself back until she felt his pleasure coming, then gave herself up to a long sustained orgasm while struggling for breath, crying out her love for her adored Maser.



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