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Greetings to my dear reader, whoever you are.
You may be a Master or a Mistress, a slave-owner or someone with the urge to own a slave -- in which case, may I humbly introduce myself as slave Peter, whose adventures you might already have read about in my previous attempt at authorship. If you have not, may I with equal humility suggest that your enjoyment of this effort of mine would be enhanced by reading the other first?
Or you may be a slave like myself -- in which case I want to welcome you as if you were my brother, or perhaps sister! I must assume (since these small volumes, my Mistress assures me, are only distributed to slave- owners ) that you are reading this with the knowledge and permission of your Master or Mistress -- preferably, in fact, on his or her orders! Obviously, therefore, I can't make any suggestions as to what you may have read before this, or even as to what parts of this you read: that is, of course, entirely your owner's decision.
If, for whatever reason, this is the first of my literary efforts you have opened, I will beg your patience in order to set the scene a little....
My name, as I mentioned above, is Peter -- or, more precisely, SLAVE Peter: I am the property of my wonderful owner, the beautiful Mistress Tina. And by property" I mean exactly that: my Mistress owns me, body and soul, and has the total right of ownership to do with me just as she pleases... and what she pleases, I'm only too grateful to say, is everything I could wish for!
I want to stress, here and now, that I submitted myself into this slavery to my Mistress willingly , and with full knowledge of what it meant: in fact, it was I who asked my Mistress to take me as her full-time, total and unconditional slave -- although I know she'd been waiting and hoping for some time that I would! But since that moment, when she did accept me, she has had absolute control over me: I've been expected to obey her every order, and I've had no choice whatsoever in what happens to me -- except in the very rare cases where my Mistress kindly allows me to choose between very limited options.
She keeps me locked up, if she wishes, sometimes in a comfortable room and sometimes in what can only be described as a dungeon. She keeps me shackled, most of the time, whether by a chain padlocked to one ankle or with my ankles hobbled close together and joined to my handcuffed wrists with heavy chains. She keeps me bound, occasionally, my legs and arms and whole body drawn into tight and often contorted positions, so that I'm helpless and utterly at her mercy. She keeps me on my best behaviour, using the incentive of whip or cane to train me in what she expects of her slave. Most significant of all, she keeps me naked !... every minute of the day and night, except the very few times when she's taken me with her in public.
But I suspect that none of this is very strange to most of you who read this, so I won't go on about it....
My first little book -- for the benefit of those who may not have read it -- related my adventures on a holiday with my Mistress... on a tropical cruise ship. I won't say any more about it: but to any slaves whose owners haven't allowed you to read it, I assure you it's for a good reason, which may lead to an interesting and exciting experience for you!
The little book you're now reading is a sequel of a sort: it describes another cruise on the same ship, but rather than following the events like a diary, I've chosen to concentrate on a number of highlights... hence the title.
Nevertheless, my story does begin at the beginning....
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