Holiday Highlights

Eventually, the Lady Officer announced the end of the 'inspection'. My Mistress, who hadn't come near me the whole time, and had hardly looked at me except for one or two nods and quick smiles, took charge of me again: with handcuffs holding my wrists behind my back, I followed her across to Brenda and Dan, where we were met by Master Paul and Helen.

"Now that you've been formally introduced to the passengers," my Mistress addressed Brenda and Dan with a smile, "we'll be able to go on to (shall we say?) the next step of your introduction to slavery on this ship. OK?"

"Unless, of course," continued Master Paul before they could answer, "you've already had an offer that you want to take up?"

"No, Master Paul," was their reply, and in a few moments their arms were released from the hanging cuffs and their wrists were handcuffed behind them. Then my Mistress and Master Paul put spring clamps on their nipples, attached them to leashes and led them back to their cabin, with Helen and me following behind.

Inside their cabin, Brenda and Dan watched as Master Paul, almost ceremoniously, locked the cupboard containing all their clothes; their smiles were a touch wry, but their eyes were bright with excitement, when my Mistress stressed the point with a grin and the words, "Just think -- you won't be needing those at all for nearly two whole weeks: right now, you're wearing all the clothes that proper slaves are allowed!"

The new slaves' eyes were wide with interest, too, as my Mistress and Master Paul pointed out the many hooks and rings that seemed to have sprouted all over the cabin, on the beds, chairs, walls, floor and ceiling. "Some of the crew slaves were busy converting this cabin for slave occupancy while we were out," they were told. "When you're here alone, I'm sure you'll have a lot of fun, imagining how these rings etcetera might be used... not to mention all this!"

At these words, Master Paul opened the other cupboard, the one containing the quite extensive array of gear designed for bondage and discipline: Brenda's and Dan's eyes grew even wider, but more in anticipation than in fear, I could see. "Obviously," said Master Paul with a smile, "there's far too much here to even start telling you, in the short time before dinner, how it can be used: in any case, it'll be much more fun to show you directly... eh, Tina? Besides..."

He paused, his gaze coming to rest on Brenda's face, before he went on, "... I haven't yet had a good look at the slave-girl I've agreed to help look after, have I?" Compared to the long and speculative look he'd given Brenda's clothed body earlier, the way he now let his eyes travel slowly over every inch of her nakedness was far more thorough, intimate and frankly possessive. Brenda, who must have become at least a little used to this kind of thing during the 'inspection', still blushed deeply under the intensity of his gaze; but, thanks to the cuffs holding her hands behind her, she couldn't avoid it.

"Very nice," murmured Master Paul at last. "I don't think I'll mind at all, looking after you!" He moved closer and started to run his hands all over Brenda's voluptuous body, saying as he did so, "I went to the Purser's office during your inspection, and added my name to Mistress Tina's to be responsible for you and Dan until you ask us to release you into proper unaccompanied slavery. I also read the information you lodged there, about your interests and so on, and I'm sure we won't have any trouble making your slavery very enjoyable... like now, for instance."

What he meant was quite clear to us all, to none more than to Brenda: by now, one of his hands was between her thighs, cupping her pussy and playing with the lips of her cunt and her clit, while the other caressed her large breasts and toyed with her prominent nipples. Brenda's breathing began to quicken, and one or two small moans escaped her lips, as his clever fingers aroused her excitement... but only for a minute or so, before he drew back with a smile.

"That's just a small sample," he said. "We don't have time for any more before dinner. Afterwards, though, we'll really have some fun!"

Telling Brenda and Dan to shower, comb their hair, and so on, my Mistress and Master Paul left them to return to their own cabins and change for dinner. "See that you're waiting on your knees when we return to fetch you!" was the last order before the cabin door was closed, locking them inside.

My Mistress led me to her cabin, where I helped her shower and change. After showering myself, my wrists were again cuffed behind my back, and I followed her back to Brenda's and Dan's cabin... where we found Brenda kneeling alone on the floor!

"Where's Dan?" demanded my Mistress.

"Master Paul came a few minutes ago, Mistress," replied Brenda. "He seemed to be in a bit of a hurry, and he couldn't decide which of us to take to dinner. So he tossed a coin, and took Dan."

My Mistress was clearly a bit annoyed that Master Paul had acted without consulting her, but she was too fair-minded to take it out on Brenda. "It's not your fault," she said. "Come along then, slave-girl." She fastened Brenda's wrists similarly to mine, and went on, "I want you to walk side-by-side with slave Peter: watch how he behaves, and follow his lead."

Brenda and I walked obediently behind my Mistress to the dining room, where -- to her surprise -- my Mistress found that she had been placed at a different table from Master Paul's. She ordered us to our knees, telling us to wait while she went to speak to him. As it happened, none of the other passengers at her table had arrived yet, so Brenda and I had a chance to chat for a few moments.

"How are we supposed to eat," asked Brenda, "with our hands behind our back like this?" I told her that either my Mistress would feed us, or we would have to eat straight out of a bowl on the floor. "Oh yes," she replied, "I remember now: you had to do that when you first visited us, didn't you? I'm not quite sure how I'll manage, though."

She didn't have to, as it turned out: although I had to eat from a bowl like a pet, my Mistress chose to feed Brenda herself. Brenda behaved beautifully, 'begging' nicely and daintily accepting the morsels of food from my Mistress' fork; at one point, she smiled at me and whispered, "This is fun, isn't it? So deliciously humiliating!"

We slaves were supposed to keep quiet, while my Mistress and her companions chatted animatedly over their meal; they pretended hardly to notice us, but my Mistress still managed to feed Brenda adequately and skillfully. The lack of attention or cnversation, however, detracted hardly at all from our enjoyment of our surroundings: Brenda, in particular, was understandably fascinated by the sights around her -- the other slaves kneeling or standing beside their 'owners', and especially the crew slaves as they went about serving the meal. More than once, she found the cock or pussy of a male or female crew member passing within inches of her face as they brushed past her kneeling form to serve food or remove dishes!

After dinner, my Mistress took us across to join Master Paul and Helen and Dan. Unlike Brenda and I, the latter two had their ankles hobbled but their hands free; as we made our way back to Brenda's and Dan's cabin, Helen was told to use her hands to lead Dan and me with a good grip on our cocks, while my Mistress and Master Paul led Brenda themselves, each with a thumb and finger grasping one of her nipples. Inside their cabin, Brenda and Dan were told that the time had come for them to submit to "several hours of bondage, tight and maybe uncomfortable, and possibly even a little pain!"; significantly -- and this wasn't lost on them -- they weren't even asked to agree or refuse!

"But first," said Master Paul, "it's time for Helen to greet Peter... properly!... in private!..." He positioned Helen and me between the two beds, standing face to face with Helen on a low box to bring her face level with mine, then "OK, Helen," he went on, "use your hands on Peter's cock..." -- it took but a moment for my cock to get hard -- "... now put it between your thighs and hold it tight... now give him the kiss you almost started this afternoon, and make it as deep and passionate as you like... and don't stop kissing him until you're ordered to! "

With Helen's thighs clutching my erect cock, her magnificent tits pressed into my chest, her arms around me, her soft lips clamped on mine and her tongue exploring my mouth, I was hoping the order to stop wouldn't come too soon. And my wish was granted: our kiss must have lasted at least an hour! Not only were we kept together by Master Paul's order; he also wrapped straps tightly around our thighs, waists, and shoulders, and more loosely around our necks, and Helen's arms were tied to keep them in place around my back.

Soon after this arrangement was completed, I suddenly saw, past Helen's head, Master Paul taking aim with a cane at her bum. There was no warning for her, just a swish followed by a smack: her surprised squeal into my mouth was interrupted by Master Paul's voice saying, "That was for greeting Peter this afternoon with such misplaced enthusiasm, but even more serious..." -- two more strokes landed across Helen's buttocks -- "... those were for forgetting to greet Mistress Tina first, and for not asking her permission even to speak to her slave!

"Now that you've paid your penalty, slave-girl," continued Master Paul after a moment, "you may enjoy each other's company while we introduce these new slaves to some of the interesting activities on board this ship." And so, while Helen and I 'enjoyed' our predicament -- and we did! -- my Mistress and Master Paul turned their attention to Brenda and Dan.

I found that, thanks to the mirrors with which the cabin was well equipped, I could see, past Helen's head, a good deal of what was happening; and I think Helen could do likewise. I watched my Mistress with Dan, as she made him kneel on a bed with his ankles spread and fastened to rings on its side; then she tied his wrists to his ankles, and made him push his hips well forward. In a mirror, I caught glimpses of Master Paul setting Brenda up in the same way.

Now, both my Mistress and Master Paul began asking their captives questions, alternating between Brenda and Dan. The 'interrogation' went something like this....

"What are you?"

"A slave, Master."

"Whose slave?"

"Yours, Mistress."

"Not quite the answer we wanted: try again."

"Your slave, Master and Mistress."

"You're getting warmer: try again."

At this point, both Brenda and Dan admitted they didn't know the correct answer, and they were told, "You nominated for this cruise as unaccompanied slaves, which means that you're the public property of all the Masters and Mistresses on board. There'll be a penalty for your stupidity later. Now, how long have you been such public property?"

"Since the 'Introduction of Slaves' this afternoon, Master."

"Correct. Now we want you to tell us how you felt during that introduction and the following inspection, in as much detail as you can."

Brenda's and Dan's replies, combined into a single sequence, went something like this: "I was very nervous at first, but also felt excitement and anticipation as we went up to the podium. I almost took the choice of undressing myself," -- this was Brenda speaking -- "but I decided that being undressed couldn't be too bad and, anyway, I would be able to resist them taking 'liberties' with me. But my hands being taken and held out of the way removed this possibility; and, when I suddenly realized..." -- both of them mentioned this -- "... that my clothes were to be ripped off, I did feel some fear and wondered if I'd put myself at the mercy of real sadists.

"Almost before I knew it, I was stark naked, and the fear of really being hurt was lost in the feelings of shame at my helpless exposure to so many people. This was a bit strange, because I'm not ashamed of my body and I usually don't mind being naked in front of one or two other people; but this was different, somehow, and these feelings persisted even when the audience's attention left me to watch the stripping of the other slaves. Gradually, my fear disappeared entirely, as I watched other slaves who had obviously submitted to this before, and real sadism or pain seemed much less likely.

"The fear was gone, but the shame got stronger when the inspection started; by now I'd recognized that my helplessness and inability to cover myself was a big part of these feelings. At first, I tried to close my mind and pretend this wasn't happening, but one of the first Mistresses to inspect me..." -- this was Dan -- "... started to fondle me very intimately and skillfully: I just couldn't ignore it, so I decided to try to relax and enjoy it.

"Suddenly everything changed: the humiliation itself became exciting, and the feeling was strengthened by my helplessness and my knowledge that I was totally at her mercy! Somehow, I knew that a serious request to be released would be honoured; but this knowledge seemed to make it unnecessary to make that request."

My Mistress and Master Paul listened closely; at the end, they said, "That was interesting, slaves. Now we want you both to describe, in very explicit detail, the inspections you each enjoyed most... and least."

This took a little time, with Brenda and Dan describing the sensations of hands on their tits, nipples, bums, between their legs and on their cock or cunt or clit, and so on... and my Mistress and Master Paul duplicating the actions they described!

Finally, there was "... one last question: was there any part of your bodies that every Master or Mistress inspected?"

"Yes," both Brenda and Dan replied, "my mouth and lips and tongue."

"Right!" was the response. "We assume you're learning about your slavery quickly enough to know what that means without having to be told: instead, you will now practise what it means!"

Within two minutes, Brenda and Dan were re-tied face up on their respective beds, with their heads hanging over the ends and their legs drawn over until their ankles could be fastened to the corners of the beds beside their heads. They were also blindfolded -- "We want you to pass this next initiation stage, before you'll be allowed to see a Master or Mistress naked," they were told.

Helen and I were freed, then my Mistress and Master Paul stripped and all four of us took turns to put our pussies and cocks to Brenda's and Dan's mouths, and to fondle their wide-open and easily accessible crotches. However, when Master Paul first put his cock to Dan's mouth, and my Mistress her pussy to Brenda's, they both shook their heads, clearly reluctant to co-operate; but my Mistress bent down and said quietly, "You must understand that unaccompanied slaves are the property of both Masters and Mistresses, and that one slave's mouth, whether male or female, is as good as another's. We'll use a cane on your beautifully exposed bums until you're willing to co-operate, but if we reach a certain number before you agree, we'll tell the Purser that you're not really prepared to be unaccompanied slaves."

Brenda gave in after Master Paul gave her just one fairly light cut with the cane, pushing her tongue well out to taste my Mistress' pussy. But, a little later, my Mistress had to give the tautly stretched flesh of Dan's buttocks three increasingly firm strokes before he opened his mouth to accept Master Paul's cock. Later, he sucked and licked my cock, too; although it was obvious that he didn't really enjoy this and had probably never done it before, he was still able to give me a good deal of pleasure. Finally, after forty minutes or so, my Mistress climaxed with Dan's tongue busy on her clit, and Master Paul, having been brought to the brink of his orgasm by Brenda's mouth, withdrew his cock and allowed it to spurt its juices over her tits and belly.

Brenda's and Dan's blindfolds were removed, and they were allowed a brief glimpse of my Mistress' and Master Paul's naked bodies before the latter got dressed. Then they looked down at Brenda and Dan and asked smilingly, "Well, how did you like your first taste of your public slavery?"

"It wasn't exactly as I expected," was the gist of their replies, "but it was exciting and I'm sure it'll be a lot of fun!"

"We can promise that you'll find a lot of things unexpected," responded my Mistress with a grin, "but you can also be sure that it'll be fun! Now, Paul, shall we change their bondage?..."

Before Master Paul could answer, Brenda piped up tentatively, "May I ask something, Master?" When he gave permission, she went on, "Please, will you tickle my clit and make me come? After all the fondling during the inspection this afternoon and just now, then giving you pleasure, now I'm so excited...."

"No, slave-girl, not now," replied Master Paul. "You must learn that your pleasure isn't important: you'll be given an orgasm when it amuses me or another Master to watch you."

Brenda was clearly disappointed, but she submitted, along with Dan, to being tied in a standing spreadeagle against the wall. Soon afterwards there was a tap on the door -- my Mistress had called room service a little earlier -- and she opened it to admit a 'steward' slave-girl: she was carrying a tray, attached to a very tight belt around her narrow waist, its outer corners supported by thin chains to rings piercing her nipples; in addition, her wrists and elbows were tied behind her back, and she was hobbled by a short chain.

Helen and I were ordered to remove the contents of the tray; the crew slave then turned to Master Paul and asked him to sign for the order... with a felt-tip pen on her bum! He did so, noting that there were several signatures already there, and asked her how long she would be on duty: "I'm on the night shift, sir," she replied cheerfully, "and I'm on duty until sunrise. The first night after the 'Introduction', it seems no-one sleeps at all!"

My Mistress and Master Paul got comfortable with their drinks and nibbles, and Helen and I were told to give Brenda and Dan something to drink and to have some ourselves. Then we were ordered to kneel and face each other, and I wondered what was about to happen.

"You both know," said my Mistress, "that you each have something to tell the other. Now's your chance: Peter first."

I'd hoped that I would be able to tell Helen my news in private, just between us, but now I had no option; I told her about my submission to full-time slavery to my Mistress, including how it happened and even our meeting and 'recruitment' of Brenda and Dan. She was fascinated and obviously very happy for me, and wanted to ask me lots of questions about the terms of my slavery and my treatment and so on.

Finally, Master Paul stopped her questions and said, "Now it's your turn, Helen: tell Peter your news."

"Well, Peter," she said, her eyes shining with excitement, "remember me telling you about the loan my Master had to take, for us to take our 'honeymoon' on that last cruise?... Well, your Mistress has paid off that loan and, without that obligation on him, my Master has left his job -- otherwise we wouldn't have been able to come on this cruise so soon. But the best part is: my Master will be starting a new job after this cruise... as an officer on this ship!"

I stared at her in amazement as she went on, her words almost falling over each other in her excitement: "Just think: we'll be on the ship full-time, one cruise after another, and I'll be a crew slave! Unfortunately..." She paused and looked at me almost sadly before going on, "... for us, it means that I'll be spending some of this cruise 'trying out' for a suitable crew position, and so you and I will see less of each other."

She chattered on for a while, and I asked some questions, including "What sort of crew position would you like?"

"Whatever my Master wants me to do," was her reply; but here Master Paul interjected, insisting that she express at least some preference. "Well," she mused, "maybe a job like Nicole's in the Purser's office: I'd meet lots of passengers and perhaps learn about the exciting activities that interest them all!"

For my part, I had to admit that I was more than a little envious of my beloved Helen: her future seemed to me enormously exciting!

Later, my Mistress and Master Paul released Brenda and Dan and said to them, "Tonight we'll leave you completely unshackled. You should be aware that this is a big favour, to be able to cuddle each other freely: normally, slaves are only allowed to touch each other for the amusement of Masters and Mistresses, and they spend their nights either in bondage or shackled apart or even separated. Just see that you don't wear yourselves out, and get some sleep: there'll be lots of time and plenty of activity over the coming days!

"As unaccompanied slaves," was the final instruction, "you'll be woken by a siren piped in here one hour before breakfast. We'll come to collect you any time after half an hour later: be sure that you're waiting appropriately!"

They turned the light out and left with Helen and me. To my disappointment, they took us each to their own cabins: I'd hoped for some more activities with Helen! Instead, my Mistress simply made me undress her and give her a gentle massage, before we settled down to sleep, with me shackled on my hard pallet.