Holiday Highlights

It was about fifteen minutes before our 'owners' entered. My Mistress was wearing a kind of leotard made of black latex: at the sides, it was cut almost up to her armpits, only a narrow strip holding it snug around her waist, and at front and back it plunged to well below her waist; she also wore skin-tight black boots that reached above her knees. Master Paul was similarly dressed, but not so dramatically... to my eyes, at least, although I did see Brenda gazing with keen interest at the very prominent bulge at the crotch of his leotards!

Taking their time, they looked us slaves up and down for a little time without speaking. Then Master Paul removed the skirt from Helen's hips with a comment to my Mistress: "This garment is hardly appropriate to what we're here for, is it? Why don't you give our newer slaves a little explanation?"

"OK," smiled my Mistress, and turned to Brenda and Dan. "Last night was just an introduction, when we tried to make sure you understood your position as slaves and gave you a taste of the main way in which you are expected to give pleasure to your betters. Tonight, we intend to enjoy ourselves with you, by giving you all some real serious bondage and perhaps some discipline as well -- especially if you give us less than instant obedience! On second thought, however, you'll probably have very little chance for disobedience anyway, so maybe 'submission' would be a better word. Remember, as slaves, you're expected to submit to whatever treatment we choose to give you, and you simply have to trust us not to inflict severe pain or real injury, or to take you beyond the limits you have already told us. Right, Paul, let's see whom we'll tie up first."

Master Paul produced a deck of cards from one of the cupboards lining the room. "These are regular playing cards," he told us slaves, "with the usual suits and numbers, but each one is illustrated with a different picture of a slave in bondage. We'll use them to decide how you'll each be bound: this makes it easy for us, and none of you will feel that we're showing any favouritism. Now, to choose our first subject, Mistress Tina will select a card: the suit will decide who it will be, and the picture will show how that slave will be bound."

Naturally, we slaves all watched with interest as he shuffled the cards and fanned them for my Mistress. She picked one and, without looking at it herself, showed it to us, saying, "The red suits show female slaves, the black males; and we've decided that Spades means Peter, Hearts means Helen, Diamonds Brenda and Clubs Dan. I want the slave who's been chosen by this card to step forward."

The card was a Diamond, so Brenda took a step forward, perhaps a trifle hesitantly. My Mistress gave her an approving smile and turned the card over: her smile broadened when she saw the way the pictured slave-girl was bound, and she said, "That's an interesting position, isn't it? Wait there and don't move, while Master Paul and I find the necessary gear."

Within a couple of minutes, Brenda was bound in exactly the way depicted on the card: face down on a low padded bench, her body was drawn into an inverted arch by ropes and a pulley attached to her wrists and ankles. When her bondage was complete, Master Paul removed the belt she'd worn for dinner, and the strap between her legs with its dildo and rectal plug, leaving her stark naked again.

The next card was a Spade, so it was my turn to be bound. My decorative collar and cuffs were removed, along with my shoes, but not the sheath on my cock: then I had to sit on a specially-designed bondage chair with rather uncomfortable ridges for a seat, my legs were tied wide apart, and my elbows and wrists were bound tightly behind me to the narrow back of the chair.

A Club was drawn next, and Dan submitted meekly to the bondage illustrated on that card: he was soon balanced on his wide-spread knees, with his ankles drawn up and tied to his wrists, and supported by a padded bar passing behind his back and under his arms. Like Brenda, his belt and crotch-strap and butt-plug were removed, allowing his cock to stand free and hard, thanks to the stimulation of his bondage and the sight of myself and Brenda already tied.

"There's no need for a card to select our last subject, is there, Tina?" said Master Paul. "But we still need to choose how she'll be bound, and we can use any of the 52 cards for that!" The card my Mistress drew showed a male slave suspended upside down from a bar behind his knees, with his arms stretched horizontally to each side, and soon Helen was bound exactly like that, her lovely naked body inverted and helplessly vulnerable.

It was this helplessness and utter vulnerability that my Mistress and Master Paul exploited for the better part of an hour. They emphasised it especially to Brenda and Dan, as they ran their hands all over the nakedness of all four of us, tickling, pinching, slapping our flesh and fondling our most intimate parts in the possessive way that Helen and I were well used to... and Brenda and Dan must be rapidly getting used to! With the sheath still encasing my cock, I escaped the most intimate of the handling; but the other touches on my body, added to the erotic sights of my fellow-captives being handled, had the almost inevitable effect of giving me an enormous hard-on, which was not a little uncomfortable inside the tight sheath!

Finally our 'tormentors' desisted and, after a whispered discussion with Master Paul, my Mistress announced: "Now, slaves, we feel like giving you some discipline; not because you've misbehaved, or for any other reason except that you're slaves and it amuses us to do this. We'll do the same as before, using this other deck of cards, which shows slaves being disciplined in various ways. Please choose the first card, Paul."

Master Paul did so, glanced at it and then showed it to each of us bound slaves. It was a Club, showing a male slave having a flat springy 'ruler' applied across his belly. Thus, Dan was to be disciplined first, and soon he was arched backwards over a bench and my Mistress was standing beside him with a 'ruler' in her hand.

Smiling down at him, she said, "Not only is this implement and its target chosen by the cards, but also how many strokes you'll get: in fact, you have the power to determine how many, by guessing which suit Master Paul will turn up next from the deck! I'll give you one stroke at a time, after which you'll make your guess and Master Paul will turn up a card; when you've guessed correctly three times, I'll stop.

"You probably can't appreciate the full implications immediately, so I'll point them out: obviously, you'll get a minimum of three strokes; beyond that, however, it's mathematically possible that you'll never guess three cards right! But that's very unlikely, and the odds have been worked out: you have a 95 percent chance of getting less than about 20 strokes, and if you're very unlucky, you may request a halt... on condition that we will resume some other time, perhaps on some other part of your body. OK then, here we go!"

I watched, along with Helen and Brenda, as the 'ruler' landed with loud smacks on the taut flesh of Dan's belly, followed by him guessing a suit and Master Paul turning up a card to show if the guess was correct or not. Our fascination, naturally, was closely related to our knowledge that soon we would be in a similar situation, hoping with the turn of each card that our guess would be right. As it happened, Dan's third correct guess came after the seventh stroke.

"You're a fairly lucky slave," grinned my Mistress as she put down the ruler'. "The odds here say that seven or less happens only about 18 percent of the time. Right, Paul, shuffle the cards for me to choose the next lucky player, and it's your turn to administer the strokes."

Helen was the next 'player', but 'lucky' didn't quite seem the right word: the chosen card showed a gorgeous black-haired slave-girl being lashed with a leather whip fully six feet long! The nervousness was plain in her eyes -- and more than a touch of fear! -- as she allowed herself to be bound in a taut standing spreadeagle, yet the deep trust she had in her Master was displayed by the fact that she uttered not a word of protest.

Her trust was rewarded when, after taking the big whip in his hand, Master Paul said, "Because this whip is much more severe than the last implement, you only have to guess correctly once, slave-girl: but otherwise, the conditions are the same as for slave Dan. Here comes your first stroke..."

Carefully, and by no means as forcefully as he might have, he placed the lash across Helen's naked back: she jerked and grunted, but didn't cry out, and her voice was quite steady when she made her first guess. It was wrong, as were the next two, but the fourth was right and she sighed audibly with relief: four strokes with that whip, I knew, were tolerable, but only a few more would have been difficult to endure.

The next card selected by Master Paul was a Diamond, nominating Brenda, and it showed a multi-thonged 'cat' of light leather strips being used on the buxom tits of a slave-girl, who looked very like Brenda herself. She was tied face-up on a bench, with her breasts raised into prominence by her arms tied wrist-to-elbow underneath her, and my Mistress took her turn with the chosen implement. Like Dan, Brenda had to make three correct guesses; unlike him, she managed this only after 23 strokes had criss-crossed her boobs with many thin red marks.

Finally it was my turn, and my Mistress drew a card depicting a slave's thighs being whipped with a small but still vicious-looking whip. For this, I was tied face-up on a bench with my ankles drawn up and apart until I was resting only on my shoulders: my wide-spread thighs framed Master Paul's face as he looked down and told me that my task was to guess correctly twice. I guess I wasn't too unlucky, but the twelve lashes that landed on the tender insides of my thighs weren't too pleasant, either!

"Well, that was fun, wasn't it?" said my Mistress and Master Paul cheerfully, as they untied us and allowed us a drink of water. At our rather non-commital replies, they just grinned and went on, "It was for us, anyway: and remember, the task of slaves is not to have fun yourselves, but to provide it for your owners, whether by being tightly bound... or whipped -- both of which you've just done -- or by other means, which you're about to do...

"Your next task is to give each other pleasure! But we expect you to remember that, while you may be enjoying it, its main purpose is to entertain us ! Also, slaves are rarely allowed to have pleasure without at least some discomfort: so, now that you've finished your refreshments, come over here!... lie down!..."

Shortly, we four slave were lying on our sides on little wheeled platforms, our wrists tied behind us and attached to one ankle in a sort of hogtie. Once more, cards were selected from the deck to determine the order for our placement in a small square, each with his or her head close the crotch of another: the result, as my Mistress put it with a chuckle, was that "... Brenda eats Helen eats Dan eats Peter eats Brenda!" The final touch was that our free legs were drawn upwards, parting our thighs and making what was between them easily accessible.

"This will be a little contest for you, slaves," we were told. "To encourage you to make our amusement last, the first of you to come will suffer the biggest penalty, and so on to the last, who'll get no penalty. When one of you comes, you'll be removed from the ring, until there's only one left -- a sort of 'musical mouths', you might say! So it's possible, if one of you is an extra good 'sucker', to get to eat everyone else: wouldn't that be fun?

"One final thing: Helen and Peter are much more used to this sort of thing than Brenda and Dan, so the latter will start first, a kind of handicap. Now, we trust your lips and teeth and tongues are ready and willing, because here we go!" The platforms we lay on were moved a bit closer together, bringing our heads between the thighs of the next slave, but my mouth was kept away from Brenda's pussy until several minutes after I felt my cock slip into the mouth at my crotch... Dan's mouth.

I knew, just as we slaves had been taught to think, that any slave's mouth -- be it male or female -- was as good as any other: but I was also aware that Dan had had virtually no experience at sucking a man's cock, and his first few tentative movements only confirmed this. I began to think that this -- in addition to the fact that my cock-sheath had only just been removed, and my cock itself had been stimulated less than Dan's or the girls' pussies -- might give me a good chance of winning this contest!

As it turned out, I did win -- but not for those reasons alone.

Helen came first... to my surprise, since I was only too aware of her skill with her tongue and lips and her ability to control her own arousal. (Later, she confessed that she was taken by surprise at Brenda's skill and, anyway, she herself was already so excited by the events of the day and the bondage, whipping and this bizarre arrengement this evening.) So she was moved away and the square became a triangle, with Brenda's mouth now on Dan's cock.

Dan was the next to come, perhaps due both to Brenda's skill and her familiarity with his reactions. He too was removed, and Brenda and I were moved into a classic 'sixty-nine' position. And now, in dramatic contrast to Dan's unfamiliarity with giving head to a male, I felt Brenda's skill for myself, as she tongued and nibbled cleverly on my cock and balls, and drew the former deep into her mouth.

By now, however, my own mouth had been working on Brenda's fragrant pussy, almost uninterrupted except for short breaks while Helen and Dan were removed. Circumstances -- and her skill! -- had allowed Brenda the 'privilege' of eating each of us other slaves, but in the end I think it was to my advantage to be able to concentrate on one target alone, a target that -- once I'd tried a few different techniques -- proved to be extremely responsive!

Still and all, my own arousal was well on its way towards the point of no return when I achieved my objective, and Brenda involuntarily shuddered and moaned as a climax swept through her. Immediately, her mouth was pulled away from my cock, but mine stayed buried in her pussy until her climax was spent.

We were released from our platforms, and now we saw Helen and Dan, obviously tied in preparation for the promised penlties: Helen was bent at the waist over a hip-high bar, with both arms tied behind her back, while Dan stood at right angles behind her and to one side, in a more upright position and with one arm free. Brenda was now tied similarly in relation to Dan, and I began to see the pattern that was emerging...

Finally, I was placed facing Helen; her bent-over position, not surprisingly, put her face at just the level of my crotch! My cock, which had had time to relax since Brenda was last tonguing it, started to harden again...

"Slave Peter will get a reward," said Master Paul as my Mistress adjusted the ropes to keep me in place. "The rest of you will get your penalties. We kept note of the time you each came, so your penalties will match those exactly: as for you, Peter, you're to try to last as long as you already have!" He handed Dan a paddle and went on, "Helen, start sucking Peter's cock! Dan, you start paddling Helen's bottom: not too hard, but enough to sting a bit!"

A little later, after checking his watch, he handed Brenda another paddle with the order to use it on Dan's bottom; later still, he gave me one to use on Brenda, with the words, "Good slave, you've reached the target we asked. Now the rest is a bonus: you may delay your climax as long as you like -- or can -- depending on how much pleasure you want and how much extra penalty you want for these other slaves!"

So far, I'd been concentrating hard on resisting the skilled attentions of Helen's mouth, to obey my instruction to hold off as long as I already had, and this offer to control my own pleasure caught me completely by surprise. It barely had time to register, and I only landed two paddle strokes on Brenda's bum, before the prospect of controlling the other slaves' penalty -- something I'd hardly ever done -- proved just too exciting. Helen's skill with her mouth had something to do with it too, I guess, and I came explosively, my cock spurting its fluid deep into her throat.

While untying us, my Mistress and Master Paul reinforced to Brenda and Dan the principle that had just been demonstrated: namely, that slaves having sexual pleasure was generally dependent on their owners wishing to be entertained, and was usually accompanied by at least some discomfort or pain. Brenda and Dan acknowledged this humbly and seriously -- but I think it was driven home even more effectively when they were returned to their cabin a few minutes later....

Using cuffs and chains padlocked to strategically placed rings, my Mistress and Master Paul shackled the two slaves for the night... and made it quite impossible for them to reach each other! "Last night," said my Mistress with a grin, "was your last chance to play with each other in private -- for the rest of the cruise, at least!" And she chuckled at their expressions of mingled dismay and resignation.

"But you shouldn't worry too much," added Master Paul, as he snapped the final padlock shut. "You'll get lots of attention from us, and any other passengers we loan you to: you'll certainly have plenty of opportunities to give pleasure with your lips and tongues, whether to passengers or their slaves, and of course you might get some, too, from other slaves: and once or twice, you might even get to screw with other slaves, though probably not with each other. But the variety will be fun, won't it?"

This last was a parting comment, given as he and my Mistress led me and Helen out of the cabin, and the door clicked shut before Brenda and Dan had a chance to reply.

After the fairly strenuous bondage, discipline and sexual excitement of the past few hours, I was quite ready to go to sleep when we reached our cabin. My Mistress, however, clearly in a state of some arousal resulting from the same events, wasn't about to let me off so lightly: very soon I was on my knees in front of her lovely nakedness, and my head was between her creamy thighs. Tired I may have been, but my eagerness to please her gave me new energy, and I helped her to four or five orgasms before we settled down to sleep.

Next morning it was Brenda's and Dan's turn to surprise my Mistress and Master Paul. When they responded to the latter's cheery "Good morning, slaves!", Dan asked for permission to say something -- which was granted.

"Brenda and I have talked quite a lot, last night and this morning," he said, "and we both think we're ready to be proper unaccompanied slaves."

"... if that's OK with you, Master and Mistress," added Brenda humbly.

My Mistress and Master Paul looked at each other for a moment before my Mistress said, "Are you sure? Remember, you'll be expected to submit to everything, including some things you haven't seen or tried yet, and your only way out will be to appeal to the Slavemaster for real mistreatment -- or to pull out of the slavery part of the cruise entirely, and pay the higher fare."

"Yes, we're sure, Mistress," replied Dan. "We've watched everything carefully, and we think we've seen enough to be sure that the officers and the passengers won't mistreat us. And we both feel it's even more exciting, not knowing exactly where the limits of our slavery will be!"

"It's OK by me, Tina," Master Paul said to my Mistress. "These slaves seem to know what they're asking for. You agree?" She nodded, and he went on to Brenda and Dan, "Your request is granted, slaves. We'll take it as a compliment to the introduction we've given you, that you're ready so soon."

"Oh yes, Master," said Brenda eagerly, "You've been great! And you too, Mistress Tina!"

"We know that," replied my Mistress drily, but her smile acknowledged the compliment. "Now, no more chattering while we get you organized!"

In moments, Brenda and Dan were gagged, their wrists were fastened together and clipped to the back of collars around their necks, and they were ordered to follow my Mistress and Master Paul to the Purser's office. There, the latter informed slave Nicole -- now, of course, naked like all the crew slaves, and wearing wrist and ankle shackles as she worked -- that they wished to see the Purser himself.

The Purser listened to what they had to say, and had Nicole fetch Brenda's and Dan's file: without removing their gags, he asked the latter for confirmation of their request and, at their firm nods, called on my Mistress and Master Paul to sign away their responsibility for the two 'first-time' slaves. Interestingly, he didn't ask Brenda and Dan themselves to sign anything, but instead had Nicole and Helen and me sign as witnesses to their agreement, and finally countersigned the forms himself.

He then called the officer in charge of unaccompanied slaves -- the "Slave-master" -- who sent a junior officer to fetch Brenda and Dan. While waiting, my Mistress and Master Paul each gave both Brenda and Dan a thorough fondle, and assured them that "... this isn't the last you'll see of us on this cruise, we promise! There'll be plenty of chances for us to 'claim' you for a few hours or a night, and we'll be interested to see how you adjust to being slaves."

Unable to reply, Brenda and Dan could only use their eyes to express their own feelings: as they were led away, it was impossible to mistake the glow of anticipation and sheer excitement on their faces -- with perhaps just the faintest trace of trepidation!

After our breakfast -- a rather late one! -- Master Paul took Helen away for more "... interviews and so on", and my Mistress decided it was time to join in some deck games. Once again, I found my cock and balls the target for the quoits she threw, as well as for the pellets from her air-pistol, as I hung by my ankles high above the wake behind the ship's stern.

During these games -- and between them -- she chatted with other Masters and Mistresses, and I was permitted to chat with my fellow-slaves, too. She had one chat alone with me, in a quiet corner of the deck, during which she quizzed me closely about the conversations I'd had with Brenda and Dan, at which she hadn't been present. Little did I guess the significance of this at the time, but it seemed she mainly wanted to be certain that I hadn't 'spilled the beans' about a part of our our previous cruise... that I can't, of course, mention here. I swore I hadn't said a word, and she believed me.

She also told me that she intended to make me write a full report of this cruise, as I'd done for the previous one: she'd already been keeping notes, of course, to help me remember the details, but she now impressed on me the need to memorize, as far as possible, everything that might happen when she wasn't actually with me. The result, naturally, is what you are reading now!

After lunch, she made me join the 'fitness and manners for slaves' classes again, while she went her own way on business I could only guess at. Brenda and Dan were in the classes too, of course, and I had an opportunity to chat to them both: I asked them to tell me what they'd discovered about 'unaccompanied' slavery, but they refused, saying that they'd been told not to, because it was intended to remain a mystery -- and hence a potential surprise -- to any slave who hadn't experienced it. I'd had this reaction before, but I thought I might glean some information from them, since they knew as well as I did, that my Mistress was highly unlikely to send me on a cruise without her: however, I could wheedle nothing out of them, and I had to respect them for this obedience to the instructions they'd been given.

When the classes ended, my Mistress was nowhere to be seen: but the officer who'd supervised the second class told me that I was wanted in a particular bondage room immediately. I obediently made my way there, gathering the usual few fondles from passing Masters or Mistresses, and found my Mistress waiting. For the better part of two hours, she put to the test my fitness and suppleness that the classes were supposed to improve, with a series of imaginative and often uncomfortable bondage positions -- yet which I, submissive slave that I am, found enjoyable and exciting.

She spoke little, and there was something ever so slightly strange in her manner -- an intensity, or rather a kind of amused detachment, in the way she tightened the ropes or straps on my limbs and body, then ran her fingernails slowly along my stretched tendons and taut flesh, as if she was admiring a work of art she'd created. I wondered at this, but only a little: I was too busy enjoying the wonderful sensations of being made utterly helpless, my naked body bent to her will and totally vulnerable to her whims. She hardly touched my cock or balls, but the former stayed almost fully hard with arousal the whole time -- and this seemed to amuse her even more!

Afterwards, there was only time for me to shower myself, bathe my Mistress and help her dress, then submit to my wrists being shackled behind me, before the dinner gong rang. To my disappointment, for the second of three evenings, neither Master Paul nor my beloved Helen were at our table: I looked around the room for them, but couldn't see them anywhere... until I suddenly realized that Master Paul was seated at the Captain's table!

I still couldn't see Helen, and wondered where she might be. Then I noticed that the Captain himself hadn't appeared yet: I remembered the incident on our previous cruise, when he'd made a deliberately late entrance with Nicole and me following in a bizarre procession, and I felt oddly certain that tonight it was to be Helen's turn.

Sure enough, a few minutes after the meal had got under way, there was a sudden announcement of "Ladies and gentlemen... the Captain!" In the expectant hush that followed, all eyes turned to a door at one side of the main table, from where he would make his entrance.

It wasn't the Captain, however, who entered first, but my beloved Helen! I recognized her, of course, because I was expecting this: but to many of the other watchers she would have been just another naked female slave. She looked magnificent: her voluptuous body was arched forward like a bow, her arms were held rigid behind her by straps at wrists and elbows, and most of her weight seemed to be well ahead of her shuffling feet. This was no illusion, I realized a moment later, because her wrists were fastened, and her ankles shackled by carefully adjusted chains, to a pole: one end of this was attached to the back of a very tight belt cinching her narrow waist, and the other was in the hands of the Captain himself.

The effect was dramatic, to say the least! Helen's large firm breasts, lifted and separated by her arm bondage, were thrust forward as if begging for attention: and, as if competing for that attention, the curly thatch of her pussy seemed almost to lead the way across the raised platform where the Captain's table stood. The final touch was the way a strap, from the heavy blindfold covering her eyes, was attached to her elbow bondage, drawing her head back to complete the arched effect. A ripple of applause swept across the audience.

The Captain acknowledged this, and carefully guided Helen to the centre of the platform and turned her to face his audience. Handing his end of the pole to a crew slave, he said, "Ladies and gentlemen, apologies for my unpunctuality. I have been interviewing this slave regarding duties she might perform, if she were to become a crew slave, and it occurred to me to demonstrate what one of them might be. She's very well suited to this sort of decorative duty, I'm sure you agree -- with these lovely firm tits and nice nipples... this hourglass figure... this pretty pussy...."

As he spoke, he ran his hands over each part of Helen's helpless nakedness as he mentioned it, but only briefly. Ending with an exhortation to "Enjoy your dinner, ladies and gentlemen!", he took his seat -- beside Master Paul -- and settled down to enjoy his own. Helen was left in the charge of the crew slave.

There could be no doubt that, despite her blindfold, she knew exactly where she was and the spectacle she presented: but, if she was ashamed by the blatant display of her nakedness, she gave no sign of it at all. She seemed to submit willingly -- although she had little enough choice, anyway -- to being posed at the side of the platform, where those at the Captain's table could feast their eyes on her as well; sometimes she was brought closer to the officers and passengers seated there, to be fondled briefly but intimately. The extreme arch of her body was relaxed slightly, to make things easier for her, and she was also given her dinner -- morsels of food dropped into her upturned mouth by the slave who was tending her, on the orders of the Captain and his table guests.

I found it extremely difficult to keep my eyes off her, and the sight of her lovely naked body, put on such erotic display by her bondage, inevitably caused my cock to stay almost fully erect for the whole meal. Other male slaves, I could see, were reacting similarly and, from the looks in their eyes, more than a few Masters' pricks were also swelling in their trousers! Naturally, my Mistress noticed my reaction, and she smiled at me indulgently and gave my cock a few brief fondles in between eating her dinner and feeding me mine.

At the end of the meal an announcement was made, that the ship would soon be making its first island stop, and asking the disembarking passengers to be ready when called. As we left the dining room, my Mistress said to me, "Remember on our first cruise, what we did before getting off at this island? I feel like doing something similar, for old times' sake."

I found myself getting intensely excited as we returned to our cabin -- was she planning to re-enact all the circumstances of that disembarkation? -- and I submitted willingly to wearing the gag with its attached dildo. Kneeling between her thighs, the dildo deep inside her cunt and my nose on her clit, I cast my mind back to that evening: I can't, of course, tell my readers what they were, but these memories inspired me to extra enthusiasm in my task of pleasuring my Mistress.

She seemed to respond more quickly than last time, too, and reached two orgasms -- obviously very pleasant ones! -- before we felt the ship come to a stop with a bump against a wharf, and the bell rang for disembarkation. Just as she'd done the previous time, my Mistress detached herself from the dildo and got dressed, then returned to remove the dildo from my gag: unilke last time, though, she didn't blindfold me.

"It won't be so easy to surprise you this time, will it?" she said with a smile. "You might even enjoy watching other slaves who are visiting the island for the first time, but we'll leave your gag in so that you won't even be tempted to 'spill the beans' to them, eh? Come along, now." Opening the door to admit a crew slave, who obediently picked up her luggage, she led us to the gangway.

There we were met by a lady officer, leading another male slave, who was gagged and whose wrists were shackled exactly as mine were. I recognized Dan, and I guessed that some Mistress was taking him on her island visit -- or perhaps, I thought, my Mistress is taking us both? But I never suspected the truth, that her brief conversation with the officer revealed...."

"Here's the unaccompanied slave, Madam," said the latter, "that you asked for to take on your island visit."

"Thank you," replied my Mistress. "And here's my slave, to take his place while I'm gone." She spoke casually, as if there was nothing at all unusual about this, but she noticed the startlement in my eyes and went on with a smile that oozed self-satisfied amusement, "See, slave, I can still spring surprises on you, can't I?"

I stared at her, unable to make any protest at all, as she continued in a matter-of-fact tone, "I'm sure you'll have great fun for a few days, as an unaccompanied slave for a change, and I expect you to behave yourself. Meanwhile, slave Dan here will be enjoying what you enjoyed on the island last time: you can't begrudge him that, surely? If you speak to Brenda while we're gone, you have permission to tell her where Dan has gone, but I order you to leave it at that: she may have the chance to experience this on a future cruise, and we don't want to deprive her of the fun of any surprises, do we?"

Helplessly, I resigned myself to her plans for me. Naturally, I was disappointed at not accompanying her to the island, but I suddenly recognized this as yet another consequence of my relatively new status as her full-time and unconditional slave: she could discard me at any time, and leave me in the care of -- and for the enjoyment of! -- the other passengers, while herself enjoying the variety of another slave for a few days. This realization appealed to my intensely submissive nature, and I found myself starting to look forward to the next few days!

With a kiss on my nose, and a quick but thorough fondle of my cock and balls, my Mistress left me with the officer: attaching a ring and leash to Dan's cock, she led him down the gangway.