Tightly gagged slave | Gerda's story 40 | free bondage stories

They were interrupted by the serving maid returning, leading Yvette by a leash attached to her collar. She was dressed in the dreaded "Trussed chicken" outfit, crawling in awkwardly with her wrists padlocked tightly to her ankles. Over her normal undersuit, she was dressed in a heavy brown rubber suit, though which protruded a rod with a cock's plume fitted. She edged forward on her knees to the centre of the room and looked up at them defiantly,

Underneath the severe leather chicken mask she was tightly gagged. Karl bent down and gently pulled the rod in and out until Yvette was moaning and starting to take pleasure on it. "You see," he said to Gerda, ""There is no way of hurting her, she just turns the pain and discomfort into her own brand of ecstasy and eventually Pleasure. Cheryl, fix her tightly into the trussed chicken position while we finish our drinks !"

Gerda watched, fascinated, as the serving maid, in the yellow and brown latex serving suit which her own maid had showed off so proudly earlier, strapped Yvette's back tightly down to her legs, then fixed her neck to her knees until her head was touching the floor. Her hands were already pulled down to her ankles, and her bottom, with it's waving plume, was saucily up ended inside the thick brown rubber suit. It was a highly uncomfortable and helpless position.

Karl sat down, waving Gerda to a seat. "Now, we must decide what we are going to do to my slave tonight. She needs pain, but I want something new for her. She got a severe thrashing tonight, and you heard her insulting remarks. Have you any ideas ?"

Gerda was torn between a thrill of desire, and her friendship with Yvette. "Not really, Master Karl, if you have whipped her I am sure that I could do no better." She felt weak at the thought as she surreptitiously macked on her rods and grease.

The Baron sat up suddenly, like a mischievous schoolboy "Well, I have just had an idea ! You, my dear slave Gerda, are going to brand Yvette. You are going to brand my initials onto her bottom with a red hot iron !"

There was a faint gasp from the gagged Yvette on the floor, then a gush of slow anger from Gerda. "Are you serious ? Or joking to scare her ? Then get yourself another slave, no way will I get involved in that scene !"

Baron Karl laughed affectionately, finished his drink, then crossed over to the cruelly bound Yvette. He started to undo the gag filling her mouth. "Dear Gerda, your Master has trained you well, but I fear you will never pass the Final Treatment, you are too immersed in your ethics !" He pulled the wedge gag out of Yvette's mouth. "What do you say to your friend Gerda ?"

Yvette, he head still tightly pulled down to the floor, spluttered through the saliva drooling from the wedge. "Silly bitch, Gerda, I've been trying to persuade him to do this for months ! I want his brand, now don't bugger it up because of your stupid principles. Do what he orders. I want it ! Please !"

Karl replaced the gag, pulling it even tighter into her mouth, the strap pulling harshly at the corners of her mouth. "There's really no question about it, your Master has lent you to me for twenty four hours and you must obey my commands, especially as you are on your Final Treatment. I allowed you to hear Yvette's wishes only because it makes your task a little easier. She's given you permission to brand her !"

Gerda was aghast. "I brand her ? You must be out -"

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She broke off as Karl came towards her, his eyes hard through his red leather hood. "Shut up, slave Gerda ! Cheryl, fetch a severe gag and strap it in tightly. I'm beginning to wonder what fabulous qualities your Master sees in you ! We'll see how you react to a little discipline."

In moments Gerda was viciously gagged with a huge gag mask, a choking big rubber ball held in place by a criss-cross of straps over her face and secures tightly behind her head. The whip was taken from her, and her wrists were forced behind her back and handcuffed. Then the Baron hauled her across to the centre of the floor and strapped a wide leather collar around her neck, attaching it to the chains and pulley from which Yvette had earlier been suspended. He crossed to the winch and turned it until the chains tightened and she was desperately trying to keep her balance on the tips of her boots, her breath heaving and the gag choking her.

Karl picked up Gerda's whip and slashed it across her rubber covered bottom several times, causing Gerda to spin round in agony. Then he crossed to Yvette, and in her tightly bound position gave her four vicious strokes drawing an agonised moan from his slave.

"You slaves need a constant reminder of your position, it seems ! Cheryl, release my slave and get her prepared for her branding. Everything was sent across from the Preparation Room earlier."

The masked and gagged maid hurried to obey. A serving maid was trained to be a robot, following orders no matter what she thought of them. Gerda swung in agony, almost choking, hardly aware of Yvette being released and led away. The Baron poured himself another drink and sat down.

"Let this be a lesson to you, slave Gerda. You look very luscious there, almost strangling in your leather collar, your arms secured behind you, standing on the tips of your boots. One inch higher and you would really suffer ! Now later, when we are suitably prepared, you will carry out the branding of my slave, or I will report back to your Master that you have failed miserably. But as I have 24 hours, I will first make sure you suffer for your disobedience. I will attach your nipple screws that you found so hurtful earlier, and hang you off the floor by them - just keep that in mind. Then I will give orders to an Instruct to give you the Punishment enema, the one that lasts two hours, the colonic one you've probably heard about. Now, do we understand each other ?"

There was no way Gerda could convey her feelings, but now she was beginning to understand, perhaps for the first time, the unlimited power of the Masters. She choked against the vicious gag, feeling the saliva run down her masked face. Incredibly, she felt a superb thrill of pure sexuality run through her wracked body. This was her life ! This was what she wanted, a superb and subtle relationship with her Master, with the threat of unimaginable punishments always hanging over her head like the Sword of Damocles. She knew now that Yvette felt the same way.

Minutes later the chain was slackened, then the collar and gag unfastened by the serving maid. Karl stood by the fireplace, watching for her reaction carefully.

She came towards him, teetering on her high heels, her knees weakened by her ordeal. She was the image of a proud Mistress, apart from her hands still shackled behind her back. She stood level with him for a moment, eye to eye, then sank to her knees and buried her masked face against his latex suit.

"I thank you, Master Karl. perhaps tonight I have learnt something valuable. Of course I will obey you, and I will brand your slave Yvette. I envy her, and I hope you will be here when my Master does me the honour of branding me !"

It was almost as if the difficult moment had never happened. Gerda felt her wrists being released, then Cheryl was offering her a drink, again the honoured guest. The Baron reverted to the charming host.

"You have great perception, Gerda. Guy has not made a mistake. Now to the branding. It is not really as terrible as it sounds. The irons have been fitted with a 'K' and an 'S', about an inch high, meaning, of course, Karl's Slave. Although you will apply the actual irons, the Doctor will be in attendance and will treat the burns with antiseptic immediately afterwards. I am assured that within 2 days my Yvette will be able to it down comfortably !"

Gerda felt unbearably sexy at his description, moving as much as she dared inside her grease pants. The thought of the awful pain which Yvette was about to endure stirred her feelings, revolting but at the same time exciting her. The Baron watched her with amusement, well aware of her reactions.

"Relax, Gerda. I want to get you truly aroused before we carry out the branding. That's why I ordered your somewhat strange costume for tonight. It's a Whipping Outfit, a true Mistress costume, and tonight we will see whether you can be sadistic as well as masochistic."

She was suddenly afraid. Already she had experienced wonderful flashes of sadism when she had whipped her maid. She knew, too, that her lesbian relationship with the Executioner was no longer one sided, that she longed for her cruel Mistress. But not this ! She was a masochist, a superb one according to the reports. What were they trying to prove now ?

By now, Gerda had drunk several vodka's and was alternating between pity for her friend and fierce excitement and horror at what was to come. The German Master had insisted that she wear a long and heavy red rubber apron over her Mistress costume, and it rustled loudly with every movement.

Karl consulted his watch. "The good Doctor should be here any minute. Meanwhile, I think we will get my slave prepared." He called the maid and a minute later Yvette appeared in the bedroom doorway.

She was faceless in a heavy leather hood laced tightly on, and Gerda could see the outline of a severe gag strapped inside. Her tall figure was encased entirely in a heavy guage, form-fitting black latex suit, with two small holes cut out on the cheeks of her bottom. She wore a broad leather belt with steel rings attached, and similar wrist and ankle straps, and a heavy leather collar, also with metal rings.

The doorbell chimed, and the maid admitted the ever cheerful Doctor, dressed in a white rubber surgical jacket and trousers. He carried a normal Doctor's bag.

"Good to see you, Doctor," said Karl, conversationally. "Would you like a drink before we start ?"

"Thank you, no, not while on duty. Perhaps afterwards ?"

"Then we'll go ahead. You know slave Gerda, of course ? She will carry out the actual branding. Cheryl, guide my slave to the table and start securing her down."

Gerda felt herself trembling. "May I ask a question, Master Karl ?" He nodded in agreement, and she turned to the Doctor.