Holiday Highlights

Next morning, after a quick breakfast, the four of us set off to join the cruise ship. My Mistress travelled in her car, driven part of the way by Brenda and part by Dan, while I drove Brenda's and Dan's car, kept company by whoever wasn't with my Mistress at the time.

While they were with me, both Brenda and Dan naturally tried to quiz me about slavery on the ship and the island. I did my best to let them know how much fun it could be, but was constantly mindful of my Mistress' warning not to 'spill the beans' too much. I even managed to steer the conversation to what they had done in their first few weeks of indulging in the same kind of activities, and their descriptions were very enjoyable, vivid in their discoveries of the fun and pleasure that could be had.

When Brenda and Dan changed over about halfway, I learned that the conversation in the other car was quite different: Brenda said it had been very one-sided, with my Mistress listing, carefully and repeatedly, what was expected of slaves on board ship and the correct responses to pre-defined orders.

Thanks to encountering some slow traffic, we arrived at the cruise ship's berth with little time to spare before it was due to sail. With my Mistress' warning fresh in our ears, to behave just like ordinary passengers on an ordinary cruise -- "because there might be slaves who don't know the true nature of the cruise until the first island visit," she reminded us -- we went aboard and reported to the Purser's office.

There we were greeted by Nicole, the same lovely girl who'd had that job on our first cruise; she was cheerful and friendly, but skillfully managed to give nothing away about the 'other part' of the cruise. Checking our names, she said, "You're the last to board," and informed the Purser himself, who phoned the bridge immediately: we were under way even before the paperwork was finished!

My Mistress and I were checked in quickly and smoothly: "You've been with us before," said Nicole, "so there's no need to fill you in on anything." Brenda and Dan, however, took a little longer.

Referring to their booking, Nicole asked, "Do you have the questionnaire we asked you to bring with you? Thank you." She looked at it for a moment, then said quite matter-of-factly, "Hmm, this is a little unusual: would you mind coming into the office and discussing it with the Purser himself?"

Brenda and Dan agreed, but invited my Mistress to acompany them -- "It was your suggestion, after all," said Dan -- and she told me to wait for her. I was only too happy to obey; after all, it gave me the chance to chat for a while with Nicole and drink in her beauty!

Later, Brenda told me that the Purser had said they very rarely had unaccompanied slaves who were also completely 'new' to the ship, and had asked whether they understood what was expected. My Mistress had guaranteed that they did, and said that her undertaking of initial responsibility would be supported by Master Paul. Fianlly, the Purser had indicated that, if either Brenda or Dan, or both, were to opt out of slavery at any time, this would be quite OK, on two conditions: one, that they would be non-participating passengers for the rest of the cruise and two, that the full fare would apply, because the discount for unaccompnied slaves was conditional on slavery for the whole cruise.

Of course, I knew nothing of this conversation at the time, nor could I mention it to Nicole and ask her what was going on. At last the Purser came out with the other three and said to Nicole, "This is OK, but please see if a more suitable cabin is available for these passengers." Nicole checked Brenda and Dan in and assigned them a cabin; then she said with a bright smile, "It's a good thing we're not fully booked this trip, but we may have to move you to more appropriate accommodation later. Now, would you mind carrying your own luggage? I have no porters free at the moment."

Brenda and Dan got the message quite clearly, but anyone not 'in the know' would never have noticed Nicole's subtle emphasis on their slave status already! My Mistress, who naturally had nothing to carry, took Brenda's and Dan's cabin key and led us there. Opening the door, she revealed a sparsely furnished room containing little more than two narrow beds. She closed the door behind us and smiled at Brenda and Dan.

"Well, here we are," she said. "Not a very luxurious cabin, is it, but quite adequate for slaves, eh? You'll note that the door needs the key to open it from inside as well as out... and that the Purser's girl gave the key to me , not you! Naturally, only Masters and Mistresses have keys: Master Paul will be given one, when he signs to look after you to start with.

"You'll keep your clothes here," she went on, opening a closet. "You'll need them while we're still pretending this is a normal cruise, but then they'll be locked away... and this cupboard, which is now locked to keep it from unsuspecting potential slaves, will be permanently open!" She used the key to unlock a large cupboard, revealing a large supply of bondage equipment, and smiled at the wide-eyed looks on Brenda's and Dan's faces. "Don't worry," she assured them, deliberately misreading their feelings, "you won't have to wait that long to try this out: we'll use it on you in private, from tonight! Any questions, slaves?"

Dan had one: "If this is a cabin meant for slaves, why did Nicole say that we might move to a better cabin later?"

"Oh, you misunderstood," replied my Mistress with a broad grin. "She didn't say a better cabin, but more appropriate ! This is your cabin while Master Paul and I are responsible for you; if you later opt for proper unaccompanied slavery, you'll most certainly be moved to the proper slave quarters... but I won't tell you about them; you'll just have to wait and see!

"Come along now," she continued briskly. "I want to get settled in my own cabin. You may come along, to see how we Masters and Mistresses live!" She led us to a cabin on a higher deck, opening its door with a flourish to show Brenda and Dan the spacious lounge area, the luxurious furnishings, the large soft bed, and so on. Their slightly rueful grins at each other showed that they 'got the message'!

However, my Mistress didn't do much 'settling in' just then. Instead, she said she wanted to introduce Brenda and Dan to Master Paul, and tried to phone his cabin; but there was no answer, so she suggested that we should all "go on a little tour of the ship, and maybe we'll find Master Paul on our travels." As it happened, Master Paul found us ... or, rather, Helen did! We were just coming out of the cabin when a familiar voice cried, "There they are!"... and I suddenly found two arms wrapped around my neck and I looked into Helen's smiling eyes. Her lips moved towards mine, but they stopped when Master Paul's voice interrupted drily, "Tut, tut, such an unseemly display in public: wouldn't it be better to keep it until later in private?"

His tone was casual and bantering, but there was no doubt it was meant as a command... and both Helen and I had a fair idea of what his 'in private' was hinting at! She grinned wryly, disengaged herself and said in perfect imitation of good but casual friends meeting, "It's lovely to see you again, Peter!" Suddenly, we found ourselves looking at each other, with nothing to say -- ironically, because we both knew we had lots to tell each other! (My Mistress had told me that Master Paul knew about my full-time slavery, but he hadn't told Helen except to say that I had a surprise for her, and also that she knew something that Helen would want to tell me.)

My Mistress chimed in smoothly and greeted Helen and Master Paul in a polite but friendly manner. "I agree," she smiled, "we should keep such displays of emotion for when we're in private: but then..." -- her pause was momentary but loaded with significance to Helen and me! -- "... we might even encourage them!"

She introduced Brenda and Dan to Master Paul: and subtly, in a way that the average onlooker would have noticed nothing, she made it quite clear that she was presenting inferiors to a superior ! For his part, Master Paul was perfectly polite; but his eyes scanned Brenda's body slowly, in such a way that she blushed deeply.

Her embarrassment, however, didn't last long; suddenly, the public address system came to life with, "Would all passengers please assemble in the main auditorium for important announcements!"

We happened to be fairly close to the auditorium, so we arrived early enough to find seats near the front. While we waited for the rest of the passengers to arrive, I overheard some of them saying to each other, "This is much earlier than usual: we're not even out of the harbour yet!", and I wondered exactly what they meant. I also wondered, as I noticed the many crew members showing passengers to their seats, when we would see them as crew slaves, naked except for their collar indicating their function -- and my pulse raced with excited anticipation!

At last everyone seemed to have arrived, and a Lady Officer came in with several other officers, all looking very smart in their crisp white uniforms. She took her place on the podium and spoke into the PA microphone there: "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome aboard -- especially those of you who are with us for the first time.

"As it happens," she went on, "the first announcement I have to make, has to do directly with 'first-timers'! The Purser tells me that, on this cruise, we have no first-time passengers who are unaware of the main purpose of our cruise, and the activities we all enjoy... which are? Let's hear it from you, loudly!"

Things were happening so differently from our previous cruise, that I wasn't quite sure what was going on. But I was left in no doubt by the roar of voices that responded to her invitation, calling things like, "Bondage and Discipline!", "Slavery!", "Sex slavery!" and so on.

"Right!" said the Lady Officer, now grinning broadly. "This time, we don't need to pretend to be an ordinary cruise to start with, for the sake of any first-time' slaves whose owners may want to spring a surprise on them with an island visit. Hence, we got the ball rolling immediately with this assembly, which is the appropriate place for my second announcement: All crew slaves below decks, strip!"

There was an instant flurry of activity as all the crew mambers around the room, except the few officers, took off their smart uniforms and dropped them on the floor, after taking from the pockets collars, which they fastened around their own necks. Then most of them stood at ease, hands clasped behind them, and smiled at the passengers: a few quickly collected the discarded uniforms and took them out, and within moments it was just as if the clothes had never been there! Beside me, Brenda and Dan gasped audibly as they took in this un-selfconscious display of nudity, and the speed with which it had appeared.

The Lady Officer spoke again: "Well done, crew slaves! Now we come to the next very enjoyable part of this first assembly. We call it the 'Introduction of the Slaves', and it merits a little explanation.

"Some of you, who have been with us before, may know which of the people sitting around you are Masters or Mistresses and which are slaves, but I'm sure most of you don't. Obviously, 'first-timers' will know very few, and very few will know you: also, as you are aware, sometimes 'owners' and slaves from previous cruises choose to change roles the next time. This, then, is the opportunity for everyone to announce -- and to find out -- who's who, as it were." She paused, as if to wait for all this to sink in.

"So," she continued, "down to business! Who'll be the lucky slave to be introduced first? Let's see now..." -- she consulted a list -- "... ah yes! The Purser has told me that we have an unusual situation on this cruise: namely, a 'first-time' couple who have both nominated to be unaccompanied slaves. Come on up, Brenda and Dan!"

Brenda and Dan were surprised and somewhat embarrassed; but, encouraged by my Mistress and Master Paul, they made their way up to the podium.

"Welcome to our cruise!" the Lady Officer greeted them, but gave them no time to reply before going on: "Now, I assume you know that slaves don't speak unless spoken to, and then in the fewest words possible, and that you should address your betters properly -- officers as Sir or Ma'am, passengers as Master or Mistress. You understand this?"

Brenda and Dan rose to the occasion and said, "Yes, ma'am."

"Good!" was the reply. "The next thing we expect you to be aware of, is that slaves are normally naked. There may be exceptions to this, but only rarely and by special agreements, but there are never exceptions on this occasion. After all, the passengers want to see what's on offer -- especially with unaccompanied slaves!" I couldn't see Brenda's and Dan's faces, but the Lady Officer's smile told me that her point had struck home.

"The third thing I want to say," she went on, "and it's something you're not expected to know already, is that the crew slaves at this assembly have a job -- as 'strippers'. Obviously, this is not to undress for the audience: it is to undress you for the audience! However, with great kindness, we do allow you a choice: you may submit to being stripped by one of the crew slaves, or you may choose to undress yourselves, but with a penalty of five strokes with a light cane, in front of everyone here!

"Well?" she continued without the slightest pause to allow Brenda and Dan to consider their choice. "I want your answer now ! D'you want to take your own clothes off, and pay the penalty? Dan?"

"No, ma'am," Dan replied quickly and firmly.

"Brenda?"

Brenda stammered slightly, but managed an "Er... no, ma'am," too.

"I'm glad," smiled the Lady Officer, approvingly, "... and so is the audience." She allowed the short burst of enthusiastic applause to die down before she went on: "I see that neither of you have much experience of slavery, so I'll explain something: my demand for an instant answer was just to show you that sometimes you'll be expected to make similar choices, with no time at all to consider your options. That's just part of being a slave, and I'm pleased that you responded so well!

"Now," her tone changed to one of sharp command, "turn to face the audience, stand up straight and lift your arms just over your heads!"

Brenda and Dan obeyed... and their faces betrayed their surprise, as their wrists were instantly grabbed from behind, by the officers there, and fastened into cuffs that had silently descended from the ceiling! In a moment, their arms were pulled high, so that their feet only just bore their wieght and their bodies were fully stretched... but they were given no time to get used to this position.

"Strippers, do your job!" ordered the Lady Officer, and two crew slaves came forward, a male to face Brenda and a female to face Dan. From where I sat, a little to one side, I could see the male slave pause for several seconds, smiling into Brenda's eyes, before taking a firm grip with both hands on the collar of her light dress.

Brenda's eyes opened wide, as she realized what was coming, and her mouth opened wide. But she managed only a dismayed squeal, which was almost drowned by the "R-r-r-rip" of her dress being torn from neck to hem! In a moment, the slave was behind her, the dress bunched in his hand but still attached to Brenda's shoulders by its thin straps, her whole body revealed except for her bra and briefs.

The slave put one hand between her shoulder-blades to keep her still, as he slowly pulled harder and harder on the dress. Suddenly, the thin straps tore and Brenda's near-naked body arched forward for a moment, before the slave reached his arms around her and steadied her by cupping his hands over her generous tits. He kept them there for twenty seconds or so, as if he was fondling her, but I could see his fingers carefully feeling out the strength of the join between the cups of the bra.

With great strength, he suddenly tore that join apart and the bra simply fell to the floor. Brenda, clearly embarrassed -- but more, I suspected, by the manner of her stripping than by the exposure itself -- probably thought the slave would now caress her naked breasts, but in fact he took great care not to touch them at all. (I remembered that there was a ship's rule about slaves not fondling other slaves' bare flesh without specific permission!)

Now the slave's hands seemed to brush lightly down the sides of Brenda's body, and took a firm grip on her briefs where they passed over her hips. He began pulling them up and back, and the thin fabric steadily tightened and stretched over the mound of her pussy, outlining it even more prominently than before. Apparently, the flimsy-looking nylon was quite strong, and the slave had to put his knee into the small of Brenda's back to exert more pressure.

When the briefs finally tore, they did so suddenly and disappeared between her thighs as if they'd never been, and the force of the knee in her back thrust her hips forward sharply enough to make her feet actually leave the floor. Brenda grunted in pain and surprise as her arms took her weight for a moment, but she made no more sounds as the slave's hands grasped her hips and steadied her again... but held her totally naked body arched slightly forward, as if offering it to the gaze of the audience.

I'd seen Brenda naked last night, of course, but the effect of her public nakedness and the manner of her stripping was enough to make my cock start getting hard in my trousers. I realized that I'd been so fascinated by what was happening to Brenda, that I hadn't even noticed Dan being simultaneously stripped just a few feet away, but there he was, his naked body arched in a similar way to Brenda's.

"Ladies and gentlemen," the Lady Officer announced dramatically, "I present slaves Brenda and Dan! Their registered numbers are 21 and 22..." -- two officers came forward and hung signs over Brenda's and Dan's heads -- "... and although they are unaccompanied slaves, since they are also 'first-timers', they will initially be under the patronage of Mistress Tina and Master Paul..." -- she gave two cabin numbers -- "... until such time as they choose to enter full unaccompanied slavery.

"Now, on with the show! The next unaccompanied slave to be introduced is..."

From then on, things moved more quickly. Another officer joined in, and each of the two oversaw the calling up and stripping of slaves, to each side of Brenda and Dan and down the sides of the room. After nine unaccompanied slaves, Masters and Mistresses were invited to bring up and introduce their own slaves, in no particular order: I was called up quite early, and my beloved Helen was one of the last, on the other side of the room.

Only two slaves chose to undress themselves, and the 'strippers' seemed able to vary the methods they used for almost every slave. For example: one woman had her clothing carefully slit at the back until only threads held it together, then a sudden quick tug at the front and it all just fell off to reveal her magnificent figure; a man had a hole cut in his trousers to expose his cock and balls first of all, then gradually widened until his remaining clothing fell away; one or two slave were wearing many layers, which were removed one by one; and one male slave wore, as his last undergarment, a sort of cod-piece that turned out to be glued to his shaved crotch, and had to be pulled off by force, to a series of squeals of pretended agony!

As the slaves left their chairs to be 'introduced', the crew slaves removed the chairs. Finally, 57 slaves -- I counted them -- were displayed around the walls of the room, and perhaps 70 or so Masters and Mistresses -- they weren't as easy to count -- were sitting in its centre: not only were there some unaccompanied slaves, but also there were clearly a number of 'owners' without their own slaves.

The Lady Officer announced at last, "That's all the passenger slaves, I believe, ladies and gentlemen. It's not as large a number as usual, but I think you'll agree that it's a fine lot of bodies and will give us all lots of fun! Also, because we have fewer passengers than usual on this cruise, and therefore the crew won't be very busy, the officers have donated some crew slaves, which will mean there's at least one slave per passenger."

At that moment, through the main door of the room, another officer led in 22 more naked men and women, who were soon lined up alongside all us other slaves and arranged in the same way. As this was happening, the Lady Officer went on, "These will be unaccompanied slaves for the duration of this cruise, and will be treated as such: they will have no crew duties at all, and therefore their collars are being removed, and they will live in the slave quarters and be available for you all to claim and use for your amusement and pleasure."

Eventually, she announced, "That is the end of the 'Introduction of the Slaves', and now it's time for the 'Inspection of the Slaves'. Dinner will be in two hours, and the slaves will remain on display here for 90 minutes. Please feel free to take a closer look at any slave that might interest you: you may note his or her number to obtain further details from the Purser's office, you may ask them questions and, of course, 'hands-on' inspection is positively encouraged! I and these officers will be on hand if you require any assistance. Enjoy!"

It was a strange scene to be part of: eighty-odd stark naked bodies standing in a semi-circle, our arms held up and so unable to cover any part of our nakedness, and a similar number of fully-clothed men and women sitting and looking at us, or moving quietly from one slave to another, 'inspecting' us just as if we were prime horse-flesh. It was embarrassing but, at the same time, very very exciting, and my cock was at least semi-hard throughout -- assisted, of course, by many hands (mainly Mistresses, but also some Masters) fondling it thoroughly and expertly! Most of their interest was in my sexual parts, but almost every inch of my body -- like that of all the slaves -- was stroked, pinched, prodded or tickled at some stage.

I behaved myself well, answering any questions simply and humbly -- even some very intimate ones! I noticed a few slaves who weren't so co-operative: two or three females tried to cross their thighs when a Master's hand wanted to explore between them, only to have a spreader fixed between their ankles; and a few slaves obviously insulted, or were insolent to, passengers and were gagged for their trouble.

Yet even the non-co-operation and disobedience was very obviously part of the game, done in order to 'test' the dominance of the Masters and Mistresses, or even to incur penalties deliberately. I knew, too, that I would probably act in the same way at some time on this cruise, but right now I was enjoying the exciting strangeness of the situation and my erotic helplessness to resist the hands running over my naked shackled body!