Holiday Highlights

One day, without giving me any advance warning, my Mistress made me pack her suitcases -- with the kind of clothing she would need for a holiday on a cruise ship! However, she said not a word about where we were going, even when her packing was complete, the clothing I might need -- the barest minimum, of course! -- had also been packed, and everything was in her car.

When we actually left, I was certain where we were going, despite her continued silence on the subject: not only were we headed in the right direction, but I'd also noticed that we'd packed no bondage gear at all. The latter convinced me, because I knew the cruise ship was only too well equipped with the appropriate gear!

My Mistress made me drive, simply giving me the directions necessary to take the correct route. We didn't talk much as we drove, and the conversations we did have were quite unrelated to the subject of bondage or slavery: I was permitted to speak freely, without asking for her permission, but one of the strict rules of my slavery was that, in these circumstances, those particular topics could only be raised by her... and, today, she chose not to do so.

It was no surprise for me when, late that evening, my Mistress told me to turn into a motel we'd stayed at previously, one owned by a couple named Brenda and Dan. Nor was it surprising -- although a little disappointing, as I was keen to meet our hosts again -- that she made me stay in the car while she went into reception to register. Even less surprising was the first thing she did after we entered our room: ordering me to strip naked, she then produced a pair of handcuffs from her purse and fastened my wrists behind my back.

What followed was a series of surprises, although I quickly realized I should have expected some of them! Saying that she wanted to go to the motel bar for a drink, she calmly told me to accompany her. Not unnaturally, in my state of nakedness, I hesitated: she must have been expecting this, because she waited hardly a moment before forcing my obedience by the simple method of taking a firm grip on my balls and pulling me through the door.

Once outside, she let go and started walking towards the bar, without so much as a glance at me. With the door shut, it seemed I had little choice, so I followed, wondering whether some stranger might see my nakedness. I soon became aware of two more surprises that I hadn't noticed before: one was that our room was the very furthest from the bar, the other was the absence of any cars but ours. The latter meant, to my relief, that there we no other guests to see me, while the former was probably a deliberate choice to draw out my potentially embarrassing walk as long as possible!

During this walk I remembered something else that surprised me: the 'NO Vacancy' sign had been showing when we drove in. Why was that, I thought, if there were no guests beside ourselves? The answer was provided a little later, and turned out to be the biggest surprise of all, one that I could never have anticipated.

It was no surprise at all to find Brenda and Dan waiting for us in the bar, nor did I find myself embarrassed by their lack of surprise at my nakedness. They greeted my Mistress warmly and, with her permission, greeted me -- with equal warmth, but in a completely different manner: Brenda hugged me close, pulling me against her with her hands cupping my naked bottom, and kissed me enthusiastically; Dan, on the other hand, succeeded in bringing a blush to my cheeks by extending his hand with mock formality and shaking my cock, which had come partly erect as a result of Brenda's attentions!

The three of them settled down in comfortable chairs with their drinks, and I obeyed my Mistress' order to kneel beside her chair: my drink, with a straw to enable me to drink it, was on a convenient low table. They began an animated conversation, the very first words of which gave me the biggest surprise of the evening -- as well as confirming my already firm belief about our destination.

Her eyes sparkilng, Brenda said to my Mistress, "We're looking forward so much to joining you on the cruise tomorrow! We've already had so much fun, with our private bondage games, that we can hardly wait to play them with you and all the other passengers!"

"Yes," agreed Dan, "but we have a little problem, that we hoped you might be able to advise us on, seeing as you've been on a cruise before. You know, I guess, that they want us to nominate who'll be the Master or Mistress, and who the slave, but the thing we didn't really expect is that this arrangement must remain the same for the whole cruise. Because we're so new to this, we'd just assumed that we would both be able to enjoy both sides at different times -- as we've been doing at home."

"Don't get us wrong, please," chimed in Brenda. "It's not that we both want the dominant side, and neither wants to be the slave: in fact, if anything, it's the other way around. It's just that we're still learning and we'd both like to have more experience of both sides, because we both enjoy both sides, don't we, Dan?" Dan nodded vigorously, and Brenda turned back to my Mistress before going on, "D'you think they might bend the rules a little for us?"

"Hmmm," said my Mistress, "let me think for a moment." During the silence that followed, my initial amazement gave way to the realization that this 'problem' explained why both Brenda and Dan were dressed, rather than one of them being a naked slave, as I would have expected after our previous visit here. Clearly, they didn't want to commit themselves one way or the other if they didn't have to.

"In answer to your question," my Mistress said at last, "I very much doubt the cruise organizers would agree. You see..." She went on to explain some things that were news to me: for example, that people like Brenda and Dan could swap roles on separate cruises, and (if they wanted) change 'sides' in the privacy of their cabin during one cruise; but that, in the 'public domination-slavery' activities of the passengers and crew, things worked best if there was a pretense of real and permanent owner/slave relationships.

Brenda and Dan listened intently, occasionally asking for more explanations, and eventually conceded the principle was a sensible one, and that therefore they would have to make a choice. "Well, darling," Dan said to Brenda with a wry smile, "what's it to be then? Perhaps the simplest thing would be for us to toss a coin?"

"Just a moment!" said my Mistress suddenly. "I've just had an idea, based on something you said earlier. Before I tell you, though, may I make a phone call?" They agreed, and she went into their office, leaving them wondering aloud what it was that had been said earlier... and even asking me if I'd noticed anything significant. I admitted that I hadn't.

A few minutes later my Mistress returned, her eyes alight with excitement. She sat down and looked hard at Brenda and Dan for a moment before saying, "Brenda, earlier you suggested that you and Dan may both be more interested in the submissive, rather than the dominant side, right? Well, here's my idea: why don't you both come on this cruise as unaccompanied slaves ?

"Before you answer," she went on, as Brenda and Dan stared at her in surprise, "let me suggest two reasons you might do this. Firstly, it's much cheaper, because slaves are very much in demand, by Masters and Mistresses who don't have their own or who are looking for variety. Secondly, I'm sure you'd learn much more about bondage and slavery this way, by personal experience with a number of temporary 'owners', rather than by just seeing what other owners do with their slaves.

"On the other hand, being relatively new to these activities, you might be worried at the prospect of committing yourselves in this way on your first cruise. That's why I made that phone call: I asked my friend, Master Paul, if he can cope with an extra slave on this cruise, and he's only too willing. What I'm proposing is that you would be nominally our slaves to begin with, and it will be our responsibility to see that your limits are respected: this would give you a chance to see what goes on, before becoming proper unaccompanied slaves -- and then only if and when you wish it. What do you think?"

I was barely aware of Brenda and Dan looking at each other in wild surmise: I was far more interested in something else my Mistress had just said, namely that Master Paul was coming on this cruise, too. My Mistress, of course, had been teasing me by not saying a word about the cruise, but I'd been hoping he would, because that meant I would see his lovely, sexy slave, Helen, again! I couldn't hide my sheer excitement.

I'm sure my Mistress noticed, but she pretended not to. It was only when Brenda asked what sort of Master was Master Paul, that she looked straight at me and said with a smile, "Perhaps slave Peter here can vouch for Master Paul. We spent a lot of time together on our last cruise, and Peter submitted to bondage and other things from Master Paul more than once. Even more to the point, Peter spent even more time in the company of Master Paul's slave-girl, Helen, and I think she let him know how she felt about being Master Paul's slave. Tell Brenda, slave, what Helen thinks of her Master."

I obeyed, and it wasn't at all difficult to be persuasive! I suspect, too, that it wasn't only my words that sounded convincing: just to think about 'my Helen' -- as I thought of her -- let alone talk about her, was enough to make my cock stand up hard. My Mistress reached down and gave it a very thorough fondle, and Brenda's eyes started to shine with obvious excitement, as I spoke for several minutes, with examples from our previous cruise.

Brenda and Tom would probably have agreed without my 'testimonial'; with it, there was no doubt at all. When my Mistress stopped me, turned to them and asked, "Well? D'you want to know any more, or are you ready to decide?", they looked at each other and there was no mistaking their excitement.

"Yes, Tina," they said almost in unison, and Brenda added, "Your suggestion sounds great: we'll do it!"

"Good!" replied my Mistress with satisfaction. "Now, I have just one more suggestion -- more than a suggestion, actually. If you're both to be slaves for the next two weeks, I want you to submit to me for the rest of this evening, as a sort of preview, and to give me an indication of your preferences and limits. Unless you have a very good reason to object, don't say anything -- just nod."

Without any hesitation, Brenda and Dan both nodded firmly. Instantly, my Mistress' tone changed to one of quiet but unmistakeable command: "Right, then. Stand up! Dan, strip Brenda naked... quickly!"

Dan obeyed eagerly and, in less than a minute, my Mistress and I had our first look at Brenda's nakedness. For her part, Brenda seemed a little startled by the suddenness and speed of her exposure, and she instinctively covered her breasts and pussy with her hands and arms, and blushed a deep pink.

"Don't be coy," said my Mistress kindly but firmly. "Dan, take her wrists and hold them behind her... now bring her closer to me. Tell me, slave-girl," she went on, re-positioning herself on the arm of her chair to bring her eyes on a level with Brenda's, "don't you like being naked?"

"It... it's a bit strange, like this," Brenda stammered ever so slightly. A bit embarrassing, too, but... but I don't mind... really."

"You'd better not," smiled my Mistress. "If you're to be an unaccompanied slave, you'll get used to being naked, practically all the time. Is this the first time your sexy body has been naked in front of anybody but your husband? And when you answer, remember that we Masters and Mistresses like to be addressed properly."

"Yes, er... Mistress," Brenda replied. "Well, almost, that is, apart from my doctor... and in the showers with the girls at school and in the health club. But this is different, somehow."

"It certainly is," grinned my Mistress. "To make some of the differences quite explicit: one is that, in those other circumstances, you made the choice to strip and you can choose to get dressed again; as a slave, you will have no such choice, especially when you're shackled or bound: another is that, as a slave, you will be naked in front of your clothed betters, instead of amongst your equals: and a third is that, instead of being naked for just one man or a few girl-friends, you will often be on view for dozens, maybe even a hundred or more, men and women at once!"

She smiled again as Brenda's eyes widened a little and her blush deepened slightly. "But don't worry," she went on kindly, "I'm sure you'll get used to it: you may even come to enjoy it a lot. One thing I'm very certain of, is that most of the Masters -- and Mistresses for that matter! -- will enjoy looking at your naked body: it's lovely!"

My Mistress paused for a couple of minutes, allowing her eyes to travel slowly and intimately over every inch of Brenda's nakedness. By now, I had also had a very good look at Brenda, and I had to agree with my Mistress' assessment. Brenda was just below average height for a woman and, although some might have thought she was a little on the plump side, her figure was really very sexy indeed: her breasts were quite large, but well-shaped and reasonably firm, with cone-shaped dark aureoles and prominent nipples; the mound of her pussy, covered with a thick thatch of curls, seemed almost to thrust itself forward; and her face, framed by a mass of black wavy hair, was pert and pretty. I couldn't help thinking that she and Helen would make a lovely contrast as fellow slave-girls!

"Ah yes," my Mistress went on at last, "the passengers and officers will get a lot of pleasure from looking at you! And not only from looking at you, either!..." Very deliberately, watching Brenda's face for her reactions, she lifted a hand and placed it firmly over one of Brenda's tits.

Brenda flinched, ever so slightly, but my Mistress didn't remove her hand. Instead, she put her other hand over Brenda's other breast and said, with a sort of mock disapproval in her smile and voice, "This is something else you'll have ot get used to, so you may as well start now. You've read the information the cruise people sent, so you must know that they insist on slaves being willing to be naked most of the time, and to have their bodies touched in any way at all . And, if you didn't understand exactly what that means, it means this!..."

She proceeded to give Brenda's naked body a very thorough fondle! Beginning with both hands caressing her generous breasts, she went on to roll her nipples expertly in her fingers, to trace the curves of her waist and hips, to reach behind her and cup the globes of her bottom and, finally, to put her fingers between her thighs and explore the ultimate privacy of her pussy and clit. Brenda's flush deepened again, but her breathing quickened as my Mistress' clever fingers elicited the natural response to such stimulation.

With the fingers of one hand buried in Brenda's pussy, and the other moving over both her breasts and elsewhere, my Mistress spoke again: "Remember, slave-girl, over the next two weeks, you can expect to be handled like this by very many men -- and women! -- often by several at a time: sometimes you'll be shackled or bound, and you won't be able to resist; but, at other times, you'll be expected to stand un-restrained and accept their attentions gratefully. If you're not willing to tolerate this, perhaps you better reconsider the decision you made earlier: do you want to do that? Think carefully before you answer."

Brenda hesitated, but not for long, before replying, "No, Mistress Tina, I still want to do it. It may be strange at first, and a bit embarrassing, but I'm sure I'll get used to it and eventually enjoy it."

"Good!" was my Mistress' approving response. "Now, I want you to fetch, from your own bondage gear, two pairs of ankle cuffs and padlocks and two short lengths of chain, or something that will do the same job. This is a sort of final test of your committment, because you'll have the chance to change your mind, get dressed and run away: but I expect you to be back here in less than five minutes. OK, you may let her arms go now, Dan."

Brenda left the room obediently, and my Mistress turned her attention to Dan. "Your turn now, slave-boy," she grinned. "Off with all your clothes, except your underpants!"

Dan obeyed willingly and, in a very few moments, only a pair of jockey briefs separated him from complete nakedness. There was little doubt of his state of mind, because the shape of his erect cock was clearly visible in the bulge of his briefs, and my Mistress smiled as she gave them a condescending look.

"Now," she said, "to impress on you your status as a slave, I'm going to have that last garment removed by my own slave: go stand close in front of him." There was a short pause as I stared up at her, wondering how I was to do what she wanted, with my wrists still cuffed behind me: then my dilemma was solved by her sharp "Use your teeth, stupid! Start at the front."

As I obeyed, I found there was something unusually humiliating about this. Later, Dan confessed that he'd felt much the same, but that the humiliation had had the effect my Mistress intended!) My teeth grasped the front of the briefs' belt and, as I pulled it out and down over his crotch, his cock sprang free and poked me in the eye! My task proved trickier than I might have expected but, with Dan co-operating by turning around for me to pull the briefs over his hips and buttocks, eventually I drew them right down to his ankles, where he could easily step out of them.

Brenda returned part-way through this exercise and, from the corner of my eye, I could see her expression of surprise and delight as she realized what was happening. My Mistress made her stand at attention, her hands clasped behind her back, as Dan's stripping was completed: she obediently remained like that throughout his subsequent 'inspection' by my Mistress' eyes and hands.

"I've already seen you naked, slave-boy," she said as her hands ran over the bare flesh of his chest, belly, thighs and buttocks. "Which was why I wanted to see your female fellow-slave naked first. You heard everything I said to her, and it all applies equally to you, so I won't repeat it -- except to assure you that there will be very many Mistresses and lady Officers who'll be eager to get their hands on you in more ways than one! And, I suspect, a few Masters and male officers as well!"

As with Brenda, I could see what she meant: Dan was short for a man, not much taller than Brenda herself, but his naked body was well-proportioned if a little on the stocky side; his muscles showed clearly under his slightly swarthy skin, his chest was deep and his belly flat and hard, and the cock that my Mistress was now stroking to full erection was quite thick and long in comparison to his overall size.

"By the reaction of your cock here," smiled my Mistress at last, "I suspect I already know your answer, but I'll ask you the same question I asked the slave-girl: do you want to reconsider your agreement to my suggestion, that you come on the cruise as unaccompanied slaves?"

Dan's reply was immediate and brief. "No, Mistress Tina," he said quite emphatically.

"Right, that's settled," said my Mistress in a businesslike tone. "Brenda, come here and shackle your fellow-slave's ankles." After Brenda obeyed, Dan was ordered to do the same to her: then my Mistress went on, "Now I want my dinner: you two may go and prepare it and, when it's ready to serve in the dining room, one of you may come and inform me. You may keep some food warm for yourselves, to eat afterwards, but serve an extra plate with mine, for me to feed my slave. Off you go: I want to talk to my slave alone."

Until dinner was served -- and afterwards, while Brenda and Dan were washing up -- my Mistress chatted with me, revealing her excitement and enthusiasm at the prospect of introducing them both to the pleasures -- and pains! -- of slavery on board the cruise ship! Since they'd both read the information sent with the acknowledgement of their booking, she admitted somewhat sadly, some of the surprises wouldn't work for them, but she gleefully speculated that she and Master Paul and the ship's officers would still be able to spring some on them. In particular, she gave me strict instructions never to say a word about certain events from our previous cruise... for exactly the same reason that I won't mention them here, either!

Dinner itself was clearly very enjoyable for my Mistress, and no wonder: she had two naked slaves, experienced in the art of table service, if not in naked slavery, to wait on her as well as to provide her with amusement, simply by standing well within her reach for frequent fondles of their tits or nipples or cock or pussy. Between eating her own delicious food, she fed me as I knelt close beside her: with my wrists still cuffed behind me, I had to take the morsels from her fork directly with my mouth... but several times she varied the procedure by making Brenda or Dan hold some food in their lips and bend down to pass it to me, or even by dabbing some sauce onto Brenda's tits or Dan's cock, from where I had to lick it!

During the meal, she chatted cheerfully with her 'new' slaves, mainly telling them how much she enjoyed being a Mistress; but she also gave them a few pieces of important information about the conditions for slaves on the cruise ship, yet without giving away a great deal. The subject changed, however, after the meal was over and the dishes were done: settling into a comfortable chair in the bar, with a glass of good liqueur, she orderd Brenda and Dan to kneel at her feet and started quizzing them about their interests, preferences, tolerances and dislikes in the area of bondage and slavery.

This conversation went on until late. With the help of a questionnaire provided by the cruise organizers, and prompted by my Mistress' persistent and intimate questions, Brenda and Dan had to explore their own feelings about every aspect of the slavery they were about to undergo -- from things like simple nakedness and serving drinks and food, through shackles and bondage and being used as objects of amusement, to their willingness to be sexual playthings and to provide pleasure to the 'owners' either with their mouths or by fucking, and even to the deeper questions of homosexual activities and whether they were prepared to be forced into sexual acts with other slaves in public.

Some of these things surprised Brenda and Dan, and even embarrassed them. My Mistress pointed out that, as unaccompanied slaves, it was important for those passengers who might 'claim' them to know where their limits lay; this would be equally important, in the initial period when she and Master Paul were to be responsible for them. She also stressed the principle that, although the channels were provided for slaves to lodge complaints of ill-treatment against passengers or officers, slaves were slaves and were expected to submit without negotiation to any treatment within the limits on record in the Purser's office.

Finally she was satisfied that she understood the 'new' slaves; for their part, they were happy that their tolerances -- and therefore their enjoyment of the cruise -- were being considered. At the same time, however, many details of their actual treatment were left quite vague -- deliberately, as my Mistress pointed out with a smile, because half the fun of being a slave was not knowing what would happen to you! This point was not lost on Brenda and Dan, and the looks on their faces at the end of the evening were a mixture of trepidation and excited anticipation.

My Mistress put them to bed, still wearing their ankle shackles, with orders to serve her breakfast very early next morning -- in her room. That was where she led me and, for the first time since our arrival, unlocked the handcuffs from one of my wrists... only to re-lock it to a leg of her bed! Despite the hardness of the floor, I had little difficulty in dropping off to sleep.