Holiday Highlights

Next morning I woke early and, following my instructions, waited for my shackles to open automatically so that I could get up quietly and shower without waking my Mistress. Then I roused her very gently, and helped her to bathe and dress.

While she was dressing, Master Paul phoned and arranged with her to meet us at Brenda's and Dan's cabin. When she was ready, she encased my arms in a 'single-sleeve' behind my back, then put clamps on my nipples and attached a leash to them. She led me out and down to Brenda's and Dan's cabin, where we met Master Paul and Helen, the latter wearing a sleeve and nipple clamps exactly like mine.

Master Paul opened the cabin door, to reveal Brenda and Dan kneeling just inside, their bodies held erect and their hands clasped behind them. He and my Mistress looked down at them for a long moment, saying nothing but with approval clear on their faces.

"Well, slaves," said my Mistress at length, "we trust you enjoyed your last night of relative freedom for some time. Today you'll learn a little more about the life of slaves on board this ship. Dan, fetch two pairs of ankle cuffs with short hobbles... put one pair on slave Brenda's ankles... now, Brenda, put the other pair on Dan... good, now you may follow us, and you can take these other slaves' leashes to bring them along as well!"

So off we all went to the breakfast room, our 'owners' sauntering casually in front, Brenda and Dan hobbling behind them, and Helen and myself bringing up the rear at the ends of our leashes. Naturally, we encountered other people going in the same direction: my Mistress and Master Paul greeted their equals cordially, and we slaves smiled at our equals, a little shyly and -- in the case of Brenda and Dan -- a touch embarrassed by their nakedness and that of the other slaves.

Their embarrassment, however, detracted little from their interest in what was going on around them: during breakfast, which they had to serve to my Mistress and Master Paul -- as well as feeding Helen and me! -- their eyes were busy, constantly taking in the sight of the many other slaves, almost all as stark naked as themselves, shackled in an enormous variety of ways, and obediently waiting on their own Masters or Mistresses.

After breakfast, we all went on a tour of the ship -- a leisurely one, since Brenda and Dan were still wearing the short hobbles that restricted their walk to little more than a shuffle! In addition, their wrists were bound behind them with the ends of the leashes attached to Helen's and my nipples, Brenda to Helen and Dan to me. My Mistress and Master Paul showed them how things were done and explained many of the rules in force for slaves; they were given permission to ask any questions they wished, so long as they never interrupted our 'owners', and we slaves were allowed to chat between ourselves, so long as we were quiet and didn't disturb our 'betters'.

Now that we were well out at sea, and no other shipping was nearby, we slaves -- both passenger and crew -- were naked on deck as well as below decks. As at breakfast, Brenda and Dan were fascinated by the constant display of both male and female bodies, as the passengers went about the activities common to any cruise ship: swimming, sunbathing, deck games, or simply relaxing. They saw the casualness with which the Masters and Mistresses treated their slaves, an attitude that was clearly contrived to appear natural, but was often betrayed by the intense interest with which those same Masters and Mistresses would fondle the naked bodies of their own or other slaves.

Nor did Brenda and Dan themselves escape their share of such fondling! On a dozen or more occasions, other Masters or Mistresses, with whom my Mistress and Master Paul were chatting, asked their leave with a casual "May I?" and a glance at one or other of us four slaves: never once was it refused, and Brenda or Dan -- or, for that matter, Helen or I! -- had to submit to hands running in a proprietary and exploratory manner over our nakedness. With our hands fastened behind us, there was of course nothing at all we could do to prevent this: even an attempt to run away would have been hopeless, with Brenda's and Dan's hobbled ankles and Helen's and my nipples leashed to their bound wrists.

Helen's and my previous experiences had accustomed us to this treatment; but Brenda and Dan, despite the 'inspection' of the previous afternoon, were still not quite used to being handled by complete strangers in this way. To their credit, however, they never even demurred -- although several times Brenda blushed deeply, when some Master's fingers deliberately slipped between her thighs and parted the lips of her cunt, and once an even deeper flush crossed Dan's face, when a very attractive Mistress smiled sexily into his eyes while she stroked his cock into a hard erection... for all to see!

It was this public exposure, they confessed to Helen and me, that was most difficult to get used to: it was so different from the private nakedness and slavery games they had enjoyed since meeting my Mistress and me, and also from two evenings ago at their motel with us, or last night with Master Paul and Helen as well. Helen and I commiserated with them, and assured them that they would eventually get more used to it... but perhaps never completely, as we proved by blushing ourselves at some particularly intimate handling. We suggested, however, that this could be part of the great fun of being slaves; and I think they believed us.

Brenda and Dan were especially interested in another aspect of the ship: namely, the crew slaves, whom we saw carrying out their various duties, some under supervision and others all on their own. Their un-selfconscious nakedness, the tanned attractiveness of their bodies, and their cheerful obedience to their officers, seemed to fascinate the two new slaves: they wanted to know the meaning of each crew member's 'uniform' -- the collars that were their only 'clothing', colour-coded to signify the various duties they were assigned to. And they watched avidly when, once or twice, my Mistress or Master Paul stopped a passing crew slave to give him or her a brief fondle -- perhaps with a touch of regret that they'd agreed to my Mistress' suggestion to be slaves on this cruise?

I, too, was interested... in one particular crew slave, whom we came across working in the ship's communications centre. It was Wendy, the girl who, on our previous cruise, had teamed with me to win a deck-games contest; we'd been rewarded by being allowed to screw, on the open deck and with all the other contestants and their 'owners' watching! My Mistress remembered her, too, and allowed me to chat with her a while, in the intervals between the messages she had to handle.

Wendy told me that she'd been accepted as a permanent crew slave and, to her delight, as the personal slave of the officer she'd hoped would take her on. She was loving it, "...although," she admitted with a wry smile, "my job on this cruise isn't as much fun as on some others!" We could all see what she meant: she was virtually alone in a small room, and bound tightly to a hard, straight-backed chair, with her legs spread widely, her ankles drawn back, and her wrists shackled to the switchboard she was operating. Only the occasional visit by passengers or officers relieved the tedium of her job, she told us... and smiled gratefully when Master Paul took her hint and caressed her wide-open pussy for a minute or two!

"But it's worth it," she went on cheerfully. "When we're both off duty, my officer gives me lots of exciting bondage, and so many orgasms that I lose count! And then there are the group activities with the other crew slaves... and sometimes with the passengers as well. Excuse me." She was interrupted by an incoming call, and we left her to continue our tour.

We finished it shortly before lunch, and my Mistress and Master Paul decided it was time to give Helen and me some relief from the clamps pinching our nipples. Relief it certainly was, but not without some considerable discomfort: after the clamps were removed -- which itself gave us a thrill of pleasure mixed with pain -- Brenda and Dan were ordered to suck and nibble on our nipples -- mine and Helen's respectively, and their lips and teeth on that very tender flesh were both erotic and intensely uncomfortable!

During lunch itself, Helen's and my arms were freed, while the leashes still binding Brenda's and Dan's wrists were passed between their legs and the clamps fastened on their nipples. They knelt beside our 'owners' as Helen and I served lunch, feeding them and ourselves only when those 'owners' were satisfied.

My Mistress and Master Paul chatted as they ate, mainly passing explicit comments about slaves, both passenger and crew, who passed by. Eventually, they began to discuss what they might do that afternoon: they turned to Brenda and Dan and said, "Now that you have some idea of what happens on this ship, we'll grant you the privilege of suggesting what we might do this afternoon."

The two slaves thought for a moment, then Brenda suggested "... some activity with other slaves and Masters and Mistresses around, to help us get used to our nakedness and so on, and prepare for our proper unaccompanied slavery." "Yes," chimed in Dan, "and we overheard someone talking about classes in fitness and manners for slaves this afternoon; could we perhaps go to those?"

"A very good idea," replied Master Paul. "In fact, I think unaccompanied slaves are expected to attend those classes, anyway."

"Slave Peter can go along, too," said my Mistress. "It can't do him any harm. How about Helen?" she asked Master Paul.

"I'm afraid not," was his almost regretful answer. "We have an appointment with some officers, regarding my slave-girl's place on the crew."

So it was just Brenda and Dan and I who made our way to the designated part of the deck, and joined about twenty other slaves for the first 'class', one intended to improve our fitness. The exercises were led by a female crew slave, supervised by a male officer: the former had a trim but well-rounded body, which she -- quite un-selfconscious at its nudity -- could put into amazing gyrations and contortions, and which had the inevitable effect on the cocks of the watching male slaves. Although not so obviously, the female slaves were similarly affected by the officer, whose skin-tight leotards showed off his slim but muscular body and his clearly well-endowed crotch!

"Remember, slaves," he told us, "your fitness means a body that looks good naked. Also, the paying passengers on this ship prefer slaves who are supple enough to endure easily a large variety of bondage ideas." And to this end he worked us pretty hard, using the lovely naked body of his slave assistant to demonstrate what we should be aiming for.

There was, however, some opportunity for us slaves to rest between exercises, and to chat with the partners we were randomly paired with. The exercises themselves involved a good deal of touching and even massaging, as we helped each other to stretch our muscles and tendons, and it wasn't easy to resist the temptation to fondle each other's bodies in more intimate ways -- but for the watchful eyes of the officer, who saw to it that none of that went on! For some of the time I was paired with Brenda, whose smiles and sparkling eyes showed how she was enjoying herself; and I also noticed Dan having little difficulty in chatting brightly with his partners.

After more than an hour of this, we slaves were given a quick hose-down and rub dry, before resuming with the 'manners' class. This was supervised by a severe but attractive female officer, who used two crew slaves, male and female, as examples of 'proper' slave behaviour. "This behaviour," she told us, "will be expected of you on this cruise, so you better learn it well. Unaccompanied slaves may be claimed to serve many Masters and Mistresses, so it's best to have common conventions for behaviour that are understood by all passengers. You'll learn how to stand, sit, kneel and so on, how to walk, serve food and drink, and how to pose your naked bodies to their best advantage."

At her curt commands and signals, the two crew slaves demonstrated the correct responses and 'manners', then we other slaves had to practise them. For those actually involving 'owners', some Masters and Mistresses who had previously been watching, were called on to accept the service and poses of us trainees': this meant that we slaves had an opportunity to be close to, and even to talk with, a number of different 'owners'. After the weeks of serving my Mistress exclusively, I found myself enjoying this a lot!

I also tried to 'keep an eye on' Brenda and Dan. By the time another hour or so had passed, I could already see their confidence growing: they held their naked bodies more proudly and un-selfconsciously than before, yet they also showed the humility and servility that was excpected of us slaves. When the class was over, and we were waiting for my Mistress to reclaim us, I told them what I'd noticed: they accepted my compliment gracefully, and agreed that they were beginning to feel more at ease.

My Mistress, who had disappeared during the classes, returned and told us that she wanted a swim, and we were to join her. At the pool, she shrugged off the robe she was wearing, to reveal a stunning one-piece swimsuit, cut very high over her hips and low at the back and clinging to every inch of her slim but shapely body. Instantly, Dan's and my cocks started to get hard.

"You male slaves are funny!" my Mistress laughed delightedly. "All these naked female slaves around, yet you still get excited at the sight of a perfectly decent swimsuit! However, I'll take it as a compliment... and it's given me an idea, to put your interest to good use!" She reached down to grasp our cocks, one in each hand, and went on, "To save me the effort, I want you to pull me -- at least two laps of the pool!"

The task she demanded wasn't all that easy, but it was enjoyable in its own rather humiliating fashion. Dan and I had to swim backstroke, while my Mistress simply relaxed in the water and allowed us to tow her along; her skillful hands kept squeezing and relaxing on our cocks, maintaining their erection and hence providing her with a good grip and, at the same time, making our task more fun! Afterwards, we were allowed to swim by ourselves, but she made a point of reminding us that slaves were always expected to swim backstroke, so that our cocks and balls -- or, in Brenda's case, tits and pussy -- would be on view as much as possible.

A little later I was relaxing in a corner of the pool, when there was a sudden splash and I found Helen beside me. Hardly giving me time to respond to her bright eyes and big smile, she said, "I've just had a lovely time with some of the senior officers, who were checking my suitablility for a crew slave job!" I prompted her for more details, and spent the next few minutes listening in fascination.

"Well," she said, "first they tied me standing spreadeagled in the middle of the room, and inspected me very very thoroughly: I don't think I've ever had every inch of me touched and stroked and prodded so carefully... unless it was that inspection at Mistress Anne's, remember?" (Those readers who have read my first tale will know what she meant; those who haven't, well, I'm afraid I can't enlighten you!) "At the end, I was thrilled to hear them tell Master Paul that there was no problem with me physically, in fact I'm one of the most attractive slaves they've ever seen!"

I started to say that I could have told them that, but she carried on with barely a pause: "Then they asked me and Master Paul a whole lot of questions about my skills and interests, not only in the work I used to do or housekeeping, but in sexual things as well! I hadn't expected it to go quite like this, and I was quite embarrassed when my Master calmly told them, without even looking at me, just about every little detail of what turns me on and what he does to me. It really impressed on me that being a crew slave will mean being the slave of all the officers, not just my Master!

"Then I was untied and taken into a side room, where I had to give head in turn to three of them, two men and one woman: meanwhile, the others were discussing other things with my Master. Finally, they brought me back into the first room, tied me arched backwards over a low bench with my legs spread so wide I thought I would split, and asked Master Paul to play with me and bring me to an orgasm as quickly as he could.

"You know me!" Helen grinned at me. "I like sucking cocks, so I was already pretty turned on: it took only a couple of minutes before I climaxed, in fact I think the climax itself lasted longer than the time it took to arouse me! The officers all sat and watched quite calmly and coolly, but I didn't mind: I guessed they would like a slave who responds quickly to stimulation, and maybe it'll help me get a good job on the crew."

"D'you mean they haven't decided yet, what job to give you?" I asked.

"No," she replied. "Master Paul told me afterwards that there will be quite a few more 'interviews', similar but different, before they decide."

Just then, my Mistress and Master Paul came and told us it was time to dress for dinner. We and Brenda and Dan followed them to the latter's cabin; before locking the door, they surprised all us slaves by saying that slaves as well as 'owners' were expected "... to dress for dinner tonight!" To Brenda and Dan, they went on to explain: "You may choose anything from this drawer, but we want you both to wear matching 'costumes'. And see that everything is properly fastened -- by 'properly', we mean nice and snug -- but you won't need to put on any shackles if you don't want."

Leaving Brenda and Dan in their locked cabin, my Mistress and Master Paul took me and Helen to their respective cabins. After showering, this time my Mistress got me ready first, making me 'dress up' in only a collar and bow tie, white shirt cuffs (with no shirt, of course!) and cuff-links, black socks and shiny shoes, and a black leather cock sheath fastened very tight around the base of my scrotum. Then I helped her dress, in an elegant and sexy red sheath dress, her shoulders bare but with long white gloves on her hands.

We met Master Paul and Helen outside Brenda's and Dan's cabin. Master Paul was dressed in a casual but very smart suit: Helen was wearing very high-heeled black sandals, black sheer stockings and a short black pleated skirt, but she was bare above the waist. My Mistress' comment that this was "... very modest for a slave" was greeted with a smile from Master Paul: he showed her that the skirt was not pleated, but instead consisted of separate strips of fabric, and he drew some of them aside to reveal nothing but lacy red suspenders. A glimpse of these, brief though it was, was enough to make my cock get hard in its sheath!

We entered the cabin, and Brenda and Dan were ordered to 'model' their costumes. They were both wearing wide belts, cinched very tightly around their waists, with narrower straps leading down through their crotches: Dan's cock was held, by means of several shiny rings, up along the strap over his belly, and his balls were separated by more rings. Both Brenda's and Dan's nipples bore spring clamps, with short chains pulling them towards each other and weights dangling from their centres.

My Mistress and Master Paul inspected these costumes closely: they checked the tightness of the straps by trying to push their fingers under them, and -- in Dan's case -- pulled the crotch strap one notch tighter. They also asked whether the crotch straps included plugs for the wearers' rectums, and were pleased to hear the affirmative reply.

"And I presume," said Master Paul, with his hand cupping Brenda's pussy as it bulged to each side of the strap, "that there's a dildo under here?... Yes?... Good: Dan, go to the drawer and bring me the next larger and the next smaller dildo, in case I think a larger one might be better."

Dan obeyed, and Master Paul made a great show of considering the choice that had been made. "Was that the biggest one your little cunt could manage, slave-girl?" he asked Brenda. "I think, before this cruise is over, that you'll be trained to take at least two sizes bigger."

He smiled as Brenda stared at him, her eyes wide: then he said sharply, Come here, slave Helen!... legs apart!" Helen obeyed, he reached under her skirt with the larger dildo, and in one smooth movement slid its full length into her cunt. Ignoring Helen's small gasp, he went on to Brenda, "See? She took that one without even trying: later we might see if you can do it too, eh?

"But not now," he continued. "I think your costumes will do fine for dinner tonight, don't you agree, Tina?"

"Not quite," replied my Mistress. "For a 'dress-up' dinner, I think even slaves should wear something on their feet. Let's see what we can find."

Master Paul agreed, and a short search produced two pairs of sandals with long thin straps to be laced up the wearers' calves. To save time, Helen and I had to put these on Brenda and Dan, who then paraded for another inspection. This time my Mistress announced herself satisfied, but Master Paul demurred.

"I've changed my mind," he said. "I think spreader bars would just set off those sandals nicely."

So spreader bars it was, and at last we all set off for the dining room. Brenda and Dan were made to walk in front, and my Mistress and Master Paul made no secret of their amusement at the two slaves' awkward gait, caused by the combination of the spreaders and the plugs held tightly in their rectums!

Tonight we were all assigned to the same table for dinner, but we slaves spent by no means all our time there: the whole point of us 'dressing up' was to provide the dining Masters and Mistresses with entertainment! While they enjoyed their aperitifs, we were all paraded in front of the Captain's table; then, between courses for the rest of the meal, we had to circulate amongst the tables, stopping on demand to be fondled and have our costumes inspected more closely.

I found myself as fascinated as the diners by the variety of costumes, some of them quite outrageous, some elaborate, nearly all humiliating in some way, and most only minimally covering their wearers' naked bodies. Helen's skirt, in fact, was one of the more 'modest'; but, after its true nature had been shown, it proved to be one of the more popular, and very many hands slipped between its strips to caress her bottom or explore the secrets of her pussy. Brenda and Dan also got their share of attention and, by the end of the meal, the constant swinging of the weights on their nipples had caused enough discomfort for them to request the removal of the clamps.

This was granted, but Brenda's and Dan's discomfort by no means ceased, because my Mistress and Master Paul made sure to bring their nipples back to their normal shape with vigorous rubbing and rolling in their fingers! This attention continued throughout the short display of bondage we attended, and Brenda and Dan showed commendable self-control by never once interrupting the rapt interest of the small audience with grunts of pain. Perhaps they hardly felt it, anyway, so intently did they watch the display, which was staged by some officers with their crew slaves and which featured some very tight bondage in severe positions.

After this show, my Mistress and Master Paul told Helen and me to take our fellow-slaves to one of the bondage rooms that they had booked. We obeyed and, as we went, Brenda and Dan had their first taste of the rule regarding unescorted slaves: twice we were stopped by passing Masters or Mistresses and our near-naked bodies given brief but thorough fondles. Once in the bondage room, we stood in a line facing the door, with our legs apart -- Brenda and Dan were still wearing their spreaders, of course! -- and our hands clasped behind our necks, and waited.