Holiday Highlights

I hope, dear reader, if you're a slave, that you have your owner's full permission to read this chapter; in it, I have had to refer to some events of our previous cruise that, so far, I've only vaguely hinted at. But my Mistress has told me to write what you're about to read, so I must obey -- as she says, it's not my responsibility to control what you read; that belongs solely to your Master or Mistress!

As an 'unaccompanied' slave, it was easy to lose track of the passing of the days: but when, late one afternoon, the ship berthed and remained stationary for quite some time, I counted the days as best I could remember them and guessed that we'd returned to the island where my Mistress had taken Dan.

I was in my cell in the unaccompanied slaves' quarters at the time, so I had no way of being sure of this. My guess was soon confirmed, however: a number of slaves were brought in and locked in some of the so-far-unoccupied cells, and I recognized most of them as previously unaccompanied slaves who'd been absent since I'd come here. I noticed that Dan wasn't amongst them, which made me wonder where he -- and, more particularly! -- my Mistress might be.

Then I remembered that, before she'd taken Dan to the island, she'd asked me very specifically whether I'd told him anything about the 'abduction' that she had sprung on me on our previous cruise; so I suspected that perhaps she was doing the same with Dan. This made me wonder how Brenda might be feeling, if she was expecting Dan to return and he wasn't there. I looked down the row of cells and saw that hers was empty: presumably, she'd been 'claimed' by an owner for a while, and I found myself feeling relieved for her.

It was a couple of hours after the ship had left the island again, when an officer released me from my cell and ordered me to follow him. This procedure was different from the way we slaves were usually 'claimed' by owners, and I began to wonder whether he was taking me to be formally 're-exchanged' for Dan. Instead, I found myself led into one of the larger rooms, where quite a number of Masters and Mistresses were waiting, with a tangible air of expectancy.

I obeyed the officer's low-voiced order to stand still at one side of the room and not to make a sound. Looking around, I noticed that there were only two or three other slaves present: one of them was Helen, but she was on the other side of the room with Master Paul, and all we could do was to smile at each other.

Suddenly, the room lights dimmed and three powerful spotlights were turned on, brightly illuminating the 'stage' at the front of the room. The First Officer appeared on stage, followed by a Master and two Mistresses and three slaves, one female and two males. I recognized my own Mistress and, as the slaves were each positioned facing one of the spotlights, I also saw that one of them was Dan, despite the fact that they were all gagged and very heavily blindfolded.

Now I guessed what was happening: this was exactly what had been done to Helen and me on our previous cruise, when we'd been returned to the ship after our 'abduction' and the auction that had apparently sold us into real and permanent slavery. My Mistress was allowing me to witness an identical event, but this time as a knowing observer rather than an ignorant participant.

Fascinated, and with vivid memories of my own experience and feelings, I watched the three slaves stretched into taut spreadeagles, the thorough, intimate and possessive 'inspection' of their naked bodies by the hands of their new 'owners', the announcement that they were about to meet those 'owners'... and the utter surprise on their faces as they were confronted by the same Master and Mistresses who had taken them to the island! I saw the understanding dawn in their eyes as the spotlights were turned off and they recognized the owners gathered to watch, and as the First Officer explained the trick that had been played on them.

It was with considerable interest, too, that I watched their responses to the same questions that had been asked of Helen and me: namely, whether they were willing to listen to their own Master's or Mistress' full explanation of how their 'abductions' had been planned and carried out. Dan and the other male slave said they were willing, but the female slave -- a tall, slim girl with a lovely tanned body, a mass of curly red hair and startling green eyes -- demanded that a female officer should be present at the discussion between her and her Master. The First Officer volunteered her services, and the 'show' ended.

The officer who had brought me there now led me back to the unaccompanied slaves' quarters. Aware -- from my own experience -- that my Mistress needed to spend some time with Dan, I settled down patiently to wait until she was ready to 'reclaim' me.

Before the lights were turned out, a message was passed along to me -- from Brenda, asking if I knew where Dan was (she was aware, from talking with another slave, that he and my Mistress should have returned from the island). Wanting to reassure her, but also wanting not to betray my Mistress' trust, I sent back a reply saying that I thought my Mistress simply wanted Dan to herself for another night. Brenda's response, to my surprise, revealed more sympathy for my feelings than concern for Dan -- now that she knew he was safely back on board!

Shortly after the lights were turned down, a male slave was brought in and locked into an unoccupied cell beside mine. In the darkness, and with the rule about no talking, I took no particular notice... until the lights came up next morning and I recognized him as the Master of the red-headed slave-girl I'd seen last evening! My gasp of amazement attracted his attention, and I couldn't resist whispering, "What happened last night between you and your...?"

"None of your..." he interrupted, sharply but quietly, then stopped and looked at me more closely. "You're slave Peter, aren't you? Mistress Tina's slave? She showed me a picture of you."

At my affirmative reply, he went on, "Since you're the one who wrote that diary of your stay on the island, which indirectly led to what happened last night, I don't mind telling you about it. Come closer, so I can whisper without any other slaves hearing..."

And he told me his story from the beginning. It went like this....

"I and my slave-girl are on a 'double' cruise, which meant that we'd been on the island since the previous cruise more than two weeks ago. I had read in the publicity that's given to owners, about the plan to set up arrangements for mock abductions of slaves, and I'd registered my interest in the idea. I was given your dairy to read, and it interested me even more; then I was told that your Mistress was actually there to set up the scheme, so one day I met her and asked to be included in any plans for this island visit.

"I wasn't all that sure how my slave would take it -- she's a pretty high-spirited girl, as you could probably see last night, but she really does love being my slave, and actually gets a big kick out of displaying a good deal of cheekiness and minor disobedience. But I decided to give it a try: in fact, I thought she might get just enough of a shock to make her 'behave' a little better. I was quite mistaken, as it turned out.

"Anyway, back to the story... We arranged for each of the three slaves to be 'abducted' separately, but they were all put into the same van. Apparently, my slave started screaming blue murder when she suspected what was happening, and didn't stop even when she was told her screams couldn't be heard outside: finally, they decided to gag her just to get some peace. The two males, on the other hand, were relatively calm and talked bewteen themselves about what they expected to happen to them.

"We didn't set up an auction like you had. Instead, at the end of a longish drive, the van stopped in a deserted courtyard and the 'kidnappees' were brought out one at a time for an inspection and haggling over a price. Your Mistress and the other one each did this for the other's slave, but my slave-girl was inspected and haggled over by the Slave Squad officer who came along -- in plain clothes -- to see that the three slaves were in fact returned to the ship.

"I sat in a car, hidden behind its tinted windows, and watched. This was the first time my slave had ever been handled by another man without me being present and clearly giving my permission, and I could see she wasn't sure how she felt about it. If anything, though, she was angry rather than scared, and this made me feel happier about what I was doing: I started getting very aroused, in a way I never had before, watching her being fondled by -- to her -- a total stranger.

"Her gag had been left in, of course, and she was held quite helpless by two of the 'kidnappers', so she could neither speak nor barely move, while her prospective 'new owner' inspected her very thoroughly, in a manner that was deliberately meant to seem like that of someone buying a thoroughbred horse at a sale. Every inch of her nakedness -- and you saw how lovely she is! -- was stroked or prodded or pinched by his clever hands, and especially her tits and nipples and, of course, her pussy and cunt!

"When he'd looked her all over, he and the third 'kidnapper' started haggling. This must have been even more humiliating, because they talked about my slave as if she were a thing, and argued their cases by cupping her breasts to emphasise their shape, or spreading her legs and looking closely at her pussy while they discussed its 'value'. Eventually they agreed on a price and, right in front of her, a bundle of cash was counted out and handed over to the kidnapper'.

"Now the 'new owner' asked for her to be hooded, explaining casually that this would ensure she wouldn't know where she was being taken, so there would be less risk of her even trying to escape. The same had been done to the two male slaves, and each of them were now put into a separate car and driven away: what none of them knew was that their original owners were in the cars with them! I really found it hard to suppress the urge to caress her as she sat, bound and hooded and gagged, only inches away from me, but she might have recognized my touch; but once or twice the Slave Squad officer fondled her: he even cupped her pussy with his hand and showed me that she was quite wet!

"After another drive, we loaded all three slaves into a Slave Squad helicopter and flew around a bit before landing on the cruise ship. Even through their hoods, the slaves must have been aware of the noise and the flying movements, and they must have wondered just where thay were being taken.

"Of course, you saw what happened at the 'reunion', so I don't need to go into that. Afterwards, on the way back to my cabin with the First Officer, I started to wonder whether I'd gone too far for my slave this time, but I felt that if I explained exactly how everything had been done -- and I was quite prepared to apologize, too -- things would turnout OK. But I didn't expect what happened next...

"The First Officer made her little speech about my slave and me having to work this out between ourselves, and that she was there only to ensure that my slave got a fair hearing. Then she removed my slave's gag, so that our discussion could get under way.

"My slave's first words were, 'I have one condition, otherwise I won't discuss anything: I want my Master naked and shackled, just like I am!' This was a big surprise for me, because previously she'd always accepted her role as my slave, even if she'd sometimes acted rebelliously in fun. The First Officer refused, just like it was in your diary, but my slave was quite adamant and, eventually, the First Officer decided to ask me if I was agreeable.

"By now I'd had ample time to think, and I realized that I really did want a chance to explain and apologize if necessary, and that I'd have to agree if I wanted my slave to listen at all: so I said yes. It was a strange feeling, to be stripped naked by the First Officer and shackled on my knees with my wrists behind me: with my slave and me facing each other a few feet apart, our 'discussion' started.

"The First Officer acted as a sort of chairman, giving us both a chance to say what we wanted to: once or twice, she even had to physically 'gag' my slave for a few minutes to let me have my say! Although my slave started out very upset and angry, gradually I managed to convince her that her 'abduction' hadn't been meant to frighten her badly, that I'd always been present, and that the Slave Squad had been there to see things didn't get out of hand. Eventually, the First Officer felt able to ask her whether she was willing to forgive me and continue as my slave.

"Now my slave surprised me again, saying, 'Maybe -- it depends.' The First Officer aske her to what she meant, and she went on, 'I think my Master's apology should be more than just words: if he's willing to prove his sincerity by submitting to being an unaccompanied slave for the rest of the cruise, maybe he'll get a better idea of what it's like to be a slave -- while I could learn a bit about his side, by being an unaccompanied Mistress!'

"This proposition didn't go down well with the First Officer, who reminded us of the ship's rule that there should be no 'switching' during one cruise. Seeing my slave's insistence, however, she contacted the Purser to discuss it: they discovered that no-one from the start of 'our' cruise was still on board, and eventually decided that, in a sense, we wouldn't really be breaking that rule. She turned to me and said, 'It's up to you: are you willing to abide by this condition?'

"Once again I'd had plenty of time to think this over, and only one thing bothered me. Maintaining the formality of speaking to the First Officer, rather than directly to my slave, I said, 'May I ask what she has in mind for after the cruise? If she really wishes to stop being my slave, permanently, it might as well be now: otherwise, I'd like her to give a serious promise, to try to be as we were before.'

"The First Officer put this to my slave, who replied instantly, 'Yes, of course I'll promise! I'll accept the proof of his apology, forgive him, and willingly and happily become his slave again -- although I can't make any promises about being better behaved than before!' The last bit, delivered with all her familiar cheekiness, convinced me that she meant what she said and, when the First Officer put the question to me again, I agreed readily.

"The moment I committed myself, I suddenly became acutely aware that, for the rest of the cruise, I was to be a naked slave and available to any owner to treat me as they wished! This idea was quite unfamiliar, yet somehow exciting, and my cock started to get hard. My slave noticed, smiled wickedly and said to the First Officer, 'May I add one minor condition, ma'am?'

"A little testily, the First Officer asked what it was, and my slave continued, 'That the owners who use him be asked not to give him sexual pleasure, but only to use him for their own pleasure!' To the officer's objection that sometimes male slaves can't help themsleves having a climax, she replied brightly, 'Yes, ma'am, but if they do have one without permission, they are usually punished, aren't they? I'd like this temporary slave to be treated just like any other, punishments and all!'

"The First Officer couldn't hide her grin as she turned to me and, gently flicking the end of a rope at my rock-hard cock, asked, 'Well? You understand the terms of your temporary slavery? I won't insist on this last condition, but it would be convincing proof of your sincerity -- far from the Masters' usual habit of getting their rocks off at every opportunity, how do you like the prospect of no more climaxes until the end of the cruise?'

"What could I say? I was only too aware -- and so was my slave! -- of the times I'd teased her for hours and sometimes days without allowing her to come. I agreed, of course: but I wondered whether I'd be able to hold out, the way some of you slaves have learned to!

"The First Officer released my slave's shackles, and they unlocked the cupboard holding her clothes -- unused for more than two weeks! -- for her to find something to wear. When she was dressed, the First Officer asked her, 'Do you want to take your slave down to the unaccompanied slave quarters yourself?'

"She shook her head with a smile. 'No, could you please arrange that for me? I don't see any need for me even to see him again before the end of the cruise...' She bent down and planted a long, soft kiss on my lips before continuing, '... but I give my solemn promise -- and I'll ask you, First, to see I keep it -- that on the morning before we enter port, I'll be waiting here, naked, shackled, gagged and blindfolded, ready to submit to him again as my Master, and trust him to treat me exactly as he wishes!'

"So here I am!" he finished. "I'm not quite sure whether or not to look forward to the next few days: I'm hardly accustomed to being a slave, but it might be interesting. I'll tell you one thing, though: I am looking forward to having my slave back afterwards!"

I saw very little of him over the next few days, mainly due to the fact that, shortly afterwards, my Mistress arrived to re-swap me for Dan. She appeared at the door of my cell with an Officer in attendance, and with Dan on a leash behind her; in a few moments, Dan was inside the cell and I was outside, and my Mistress was calmly thanking the Officer for the loan of one of his unaccompanied slaves. Just before she walked away with me, however, I noticed that she glanced at the slave in the next cell... and her eyes widened in surprise as she recognized him!

I saw him catch her eye and, ever so slightly, purse his lips as if he were saying, "Shh". She nodded just as imperceptibly, and said nothing to me as she led me away: nor did she mention it to me during the rest of the cruise, assuming -- not unnaturally -- that I had no idea of his identity. So it was quite a surprise for her -- one of the very few that I've managed to spring! -- when a chance came for me to reveal my knowledge....

It so happened that he and his lovely slave were near my Mistress and me as we stood on deck and waited for the ship to dock at the end of the cruise. We were all dressed and behaving like 'normal' passengers, so it wasn't improper of me to say to him, "So everything turned out OK, did it?"

He grinned and, since we were still well out of earshot of the people on shore, replied openly, "Yes, you could say that! When all the unaccompanied slaves were released this morning, to get ready for returning to port, I was taken back to my cabin. There she was, just as she'd promised: a lovely sight, on her knees where she ought to be, her gorgeous body naked and, with her arms shackled behind her, available for her Master's pleasure, and blindfolded and gagged so that she couldn't even protest at all!

"I have a suspicion that she wouldn't have protested, anyway," he gave his beautiful companion a smile full of affection, "while I caressed and fondled and teased her to at least three or four orgasms! Then I tied her spreadeagled on the bed and gave her the sort of screwing that only a Master can give a slave! We only just had time to put our clothes on, before the final warning announcement came. My cock's a bit sore now, but I'm happy!"

"I'll bet it's not as sore as my pussy is, Master!" the girl beside him chimed in cheerfully -- and more than a touch cheekily!

My Mistress had been listening to all this, surprise written all over her face. "How do you know all about this, slave?" she interrupted at last, as if to imply that I had no right to know. I told her how it had happened, and her attitude softened. She turned back to the couple and smiled, "I must admit I was as curious as all hell, but I felt it was really none of my business.

"The thought did occur to me," she went on, giving the man a quick up-and-down glance, "that I could 'claim' you for a couple of hours. I could have 'interrogated' you under dreadful tortures to satisfy my curiosity; I wonder how well you would have stood up to that... nor can I help wondering how well you might have done other things for me! But I guess I missed my chance."

"I'm afraid so," replied the man with a grin. "It was an interesting few days, but I have no intention whatsoever of repeating it -- even if it did give me a few new ideas to use on my slave! As for her, I haven't asked her how she enjoyed her 'holiday from slavery', and I don't intend to: from now on, she stays my slave and I remain her Master. I might treat her a little differently in some ways, but on that issue I won't listen to a single protest!"

"That's fine with me, Master," said the girl adoringly. "As for protesting, you know my protests only make you treat me worse, you cruel beast!"

"Watch your language, girl!" he admonished, but without rancour. At the same time, his arms went around her, his hand found her breast and -- firmly and very deliberately -- his fingers pinched her nipple through the cloth of her blouse. "Wait till I get you home," he went on, "and you'll know all about cruel treatment!"

"Do I have to wait that long?" she murmured, her eyes shining with adoration as she looked at him. He replied with a long and passionate kiss, and to the 'normal' people on the wharf they might have been any couple returning after a relaxing and pleasurable cruise!