Holiday Highlights

On the afternoon of the day that my Mistress 'reclaimed' me as her slave after her trip to the island, she booked one of the ship's bondage rooms for a couple of hours. She left me locked inside -- not only locked, but also shackled inescapably to some rings in the floor! -- for a few minutes, then returned with a large package under her arm.

Putting the package down on a convenient bench, she proceeded to strip off her casual skirt and blouse... to reveal what she called her 'domination outfit' -- the figure-hugging black leather costume, cut very high at the sides and equally low between her breasts and at the back, that I'd come to recognize as a sign that she was planning some serious bondage for me... or perhaps even worse! The sight of her sexy figure clad -- barely! -- in this way made my cock start to get hard -- or was it my submissive nature's tendency to get turned on by the prospect of the bondage itself?

Be that as it may, my Mistress took no notice whatsoever of my state of arousal; instead, quite matter-of-factly, she made me stand in the middle of the room, free of any shackles but with a stern warning not to move an inch without her order. Then she unwrapped the package and came to stand in front of me with its contents in her hands.

"I found this interesting bit of gear," she announced with a smile, "in one of the shops on the island. I was so sure you'd like it, that I spent an inordinate sum of money on it. Can you guess how it works?"

"No, Mistress," I replied, after looking hard, for about half a minute, at the object she held. I meant it, too: the object seemed to be a single large piece of heavy leather, with a number of holes in it and a number of rings and other attachments, but without any complex arrangement of straps or suchlike; its shape was relatively simple, but too difficult to describe easily in words, so I fear my readers will have to remain in ignorance a while longer -- as, indeed, I had to!

"I'm not surprised," grinned my Mistress. "In fact, I couldn't work it out myself, and I had to get the shop assistant to demonstrate it on the slave I had with me at the time. But when I saw how it worked, I just had to have it for you! So... let's try it on you, shall we?" She moved around behind me and ordered sharply, "Arms!"

This command, in these circumstances, meant that I was to place my arms behind my back and extend them towards her, keeping them straight. I obeyed and, a moment later, felt them being slid into a kind of 'twin sleeve' arrangement that I'd noticed as part of the object. With a little difficulty, my hands were forced through the fairly narrow openings at the ends of these 'sleeves' and now my arms were held almost rigid, although not uncomfortably tightly, by the heavy leather.

The next development was quite unexpected. My Mistress tossed the rest of the 'harness' over my head and, without any warning at all, a heavy plaited rope at its other end struck against the head of my half-erect cock, painfully enough to cause me to jerk back and cry out. But she took no notice and, telling me to draw my head down into my shoulders as far as I could, reached through a large hole in the harness to grab a handful of my hair; firmly, but not un-gently, she urged my head through that hole until the harness rested on my shoulders.

Looking down at myself, I could now see that the harness narrowed, from just wider than my shoulders at the top, to about four inches wide at the level of my crotch, and then further until it merged smoothly into the thick plaited rope that hung down to the floor. There were two large circular holes at the level of my chest, through which my nipples could protrude, and another -- narrower and elongated -- down lower: it wasn't hard to guess its purpose, but I was still somewhat baffled as to the real function of the whole thing.

Nor was my Mistress volunteering any information as yet! When she came in front of me for just a moment, she said nothing, but her eyes held the amused sparkle that I'd come to recognize as sheer enjoyment at rendering a slave like me helpless in some new way. Expertly, almost impersonally, she drew my cock and balls through the narrow hole in the harness, then went behind me again.

I felt her hand reach between my thighs, to take and pull the plaited rope back and upwards, carefully ensuring that it passed snugly between the cheeks of my bum. Then she did something that, naturally, I couldn't see and, suddenly, the narrow part of the harness between my legs was drawn tight while, at the same time, my arms in their sleeves were pulled down firmly. (Later I had a better look at the harness, and saw that it had a row of holes, edged with metal, placed vertically between the arm-sleeves from just below shoulder-level to a final one about where my fingertips would have been; obviously, she had passed the rope through one of these and pulled on it, before somehow clamping it tight.)

Returning to face me again, my Mistress now proved more informative. "This isn't actually the harness I'm buying for you," she said conversationally, as she busied herself with some thin cord in a way I didn't understand. "They lent me this one, just to try out on you and get the measurements they need to make one custom-fitted for your body.

"For instance," she went on, "these big holes on your chest won't be here. Holes like this, or even bigger, might be suitable for female slaves -- I'm sure you'd agree! -- but I've chosen to have smaller ones, so that just your nipples will peek through! And what I'm doing now is to measure exactly where they should put those holes... see?"

I did see, and I had to admire the cleverness of the idea, despite the mild discomfort it caused me: carefully fitting two clamps (not simple twin-jawed ones, but multiple-jawed ones which squeezed from all sides!) on my nipples, my Mistress then passed a length of cord to and fro between a number of hooks around each hole and thereby accurately located the positions of my nipples within the space defined by the holes. "There!" she said finally. "That'll do for a first estimate....

"And now for this," she continued, not surprisingly shifting her attention down to my crotch. In just the same way, she located the spot where my cock and balls protruded through the slot provided, passing another cord across the slot both above and below my manhood. By the time she finished, my cock was fully hard, due partly to the constriction of the cords, and partly to the casual handling it received in the process!

"Enjoying this, are we, slave?" she grinned cheerfully as she gave my cock a quick but thorough fondle. "And now... to demonstrate the real purpose of this fancy harness!..." And demonstrate it she did... for the better part of two hours!

That purpose -- which I hadn't guessed at all -- was... suspension! My first hint of this came with the whirr of a motor, as my Mistress lowered a chain from a pulley in the ceiling above my head. A moment later she hooked the steel ring plaited into the end of the rope to the chain, slowly took up the slack... and I found myself stretched on tiptoe, with most of my weight supported by the narrow part of the harness passing under my crotch!

She took her experiments with her new toy very slowly and carefully: she constantly checked the edges of the harness to see if they were cutting into me, especially in my crotch and around the holes for my nipples and cock; she made notes of minor changes that would be necessary, for example the width of the part through my crotch and the exact point at which it should narrow to fit between my bum-cheeks; and she made adjustments to the cords locating my cock and nipples, as she tried the various "angles" the harness was designed for.

These "angles" were perhaps the most interesting idea of the harness. They were controlled by which hole between the arm-sleeves the plaited rope passed through: the first try was through the highest hole, which meant that my body was held vertical and most of my weight was on my crotch, and the one-piece design was such that the rope pulling up behind my back put a downward pull on the front of the harness (and, of course, on my cock and nipples, hence the adjustments my Mistress had to make) and a consequent upward pull on the arm-sleeves (forcing my arms further and tighter inside them). Later my Mistress tried holes lower down, with the effect that my body leaned forward and more of my weight was supported by the part of the harness over my shoulders.

My Mistress kept up a fairly constant and cheerful chatter, interspersed with occasional questions about the level of my discomfort and how I was taking this new form of bondage. Thanks to this, I was distracted from thinking about where the successive stages of the experiment were leading... until she lowered the pulley further than usual and told me to get down on my knees. I obeyed, but didn't quite see the point of this, as it seemed too low for her to do things to what she called the "interesting parts" of my body.

Telling me to cross my ankles, she passed a wide strap around them and attached it to the end of the arm-sleeves; obviously, I thought, she means me to stay on my knees and wants to experiment with the "angles" in that way too. I felt her adjusting the rope in one of the arm-sleeve holes, then felt the pulley taking up the slack again... and, to my utter surprise, found myself leaning further forward than at any time before and being lifted right off the floor! Almost before I realized it, I was suspended at the level of my Mistress' shoulders.

With a hand on each side of my face, she lifted my head so that I could look at her. "This is great, eh, slave?" she said with a wide grin of satisfaction. "Remember when we tried, once, to suspend you in a hogtie by just your wrists and ankles, and found that it put just too much strain on your arms and shoulders? Well, now we seem to have the solution to that problem.

"This harness spreads the support between your shoulders, your arms, your crotch, and your ankles, and so makes it more tolerable for you. I'm such a considerate Mistress, amn't I, and I trust you're properly grateful!" She kept talking, to herself as much as to me, as she moved around me, checking the harness again: "I've always fancied the idea of suspending a slave in this hogtie pose, because it's one of the best for making you so completely and utterly and absolutely helpless, and it keeps your hands and feet so nicely out of the way.

"Unfortunately, with this harness, it's not quite the same as if you were suspended by your wrists and ankles alone, because then every part of your helpless body would be available. I've only ever come across one slave who was supple and strong enough, and tolerant enough of the discomfort, to be suspended like that. So even we Mistresses have to compromise sometimes: this harness does the main job, and still leaves your most interesting parts free for me to play with!"

She was directly behind me now and, with my head hanging downwards, I could see -- in a peculiarly inverted perspective -- her hands fondling my cock and balls. The strangeness of my bondage, plus the effects of her words and her hands, gave me an enormous hard-on: the sensation of an erection that's hanging from one's crotch, rather than standing out or up, is really quite unique, and my Mistress seemed aware of this.

"Your cock just hangs there," she chuckled, "like a salami in an Italian delicatessen! I wonder how long it would get, if I hung weights from it: I must try that sometime." She toyed with it a moment longer, but didn't let me come; before she left it alone to do other things, she slapped it back and forth with the palms of her hands, hard enough to be quite painful -- but at the same time very pleasurable!

I hung there, uncomfortable but by no means intolerably so, for well over half an hour, while my Mistress tried minor experiments and noted down some adjustments. For example, because my shoulders tended to hang lower than my hips, she decided that the hole she was using should be moved a little; she also told me she would ask for two more holes to be added, which would have the effect of suspending me semi-inverted -- "for even more variety, eh, slave?" She experimented, too, with the strap from my ankles to my wrists, at one stage pulling it tight enough to arch my back a good deal and make my ankles bear much more weight... to the relief of my crotch, but not my legs! But I found even that was bearable, with my shoulders taking so much of the strain from my arms.

I was stiff, but not painfully so, when she finally released me from the harness and took me out on deck to enjoy some fresh air and sunshine. After a session of bondage like that, during which I'd been bound so tight and helpless, I was so turned on that I could hardly wait for the next one -- and I found myself looking forward keenly to the day when my Mistress would have a harness like that, specially fitted for me!

The next highlight of the cruise I want to mention happened on the last night, after the end-of-cruise party. (I won't describe the party itself, because it was very similar to the one at the end of my first cruise; I trust that my reader(s) have had the opportunity to read my account of it and, if any slave readers have not been permitted to do so, I'm afraid that's just too bad!) When we got back to my Mistress' cabin after the party, she smiled at me and said: "Remember the last night of our first cruise, slave, and the private 'celebration' we had?"

"Oh yes, Mistress," I replied. And my cock started to get hard, because I remembered very well how she had allowed me actually to screw her -- a privilege that she granted all too rarely, even if she usually saw to it that I was well and truly bound for it, with herself in total control! But my hopes for a 'repeat performance' turned out to be in vain....

"Well, this one is to be different," she smiled even more broadly, giving the head of my cock a none-too-gentle flick with a fingernail. "Tonight is your chance to prove the skill with your tongue that so impressed that 'Lady Anita of the Plantation'! And I trust you'll impress me, too, otherwise you might be more than a little sorry!" This last was said in a tone with a definite edge to it, but the hint of a smile that stayed on her lips persuaded me that I might even enjoy 'being sorry'.

Nevertheless, I was somewhat nervous as she arranged my shackles exactly as they'd been at Lady Anita's -- just my wrists handcuffed behind my back, and a shortish hobble chain between ankle cuffs. Despite Lady Anita's compliments on my skill, I hadn't been aware of doing anything much differently, or better, than my Mistress herself had been training me for. Threat or no threat, I wanted to give her as much pleasure as I could, anyway.

My Mistress made me watch her as, less than a metre in front of my eyes, she slowly stripped herself naked. She did this with surprisingly few simple movements, but her skill was such that hardly even the most elaborate strip-tease act could have equalled it for sensuality and eroticism. By the time she stood there, smiling and running her fingers lightly over her gorgeous body, slim yet more than adequately curved, my cock was rock-hard -- with excitement, yes, but perhaps even more with adoration!

Her eyes held mine and a teasing smile played on her lips as, without a word, she crooked one finger ever so slightly, then moved back to sit on the bed. I followed obediently -- and very willingly! Slowly, almost langurously, she lay back against the pillows she'd piled up, and finally moved her lovely thighs apart to reveal the object of the task she'd set me. Calling up all the talent I had, as well as the skills she'd been teaching me, I began....

She gave me not a single word of instructions, but by now I had a pretty good idea of what she liked and what turned her on. Before very long, she was murmuring in pleasure, but I was careful not to 'bring her along' too quickly: instead, I concentrated hard on keeping the level of her arousal either steady or slowly increasing. Nor did I have to do it all by myself: as I worked with my tongue and lips -- and sometimes my teeth, too! -- buried in the curly thatch of her pussy or between her creamy thighs, I could see her hands constantly roving all over the rest of her body -- stroking her belly, running up and down her thighs, and especially caressing the firm mounds of her breasts and teasing her deep red nipples into hard little erections.

Eventually I judged the time was just right. Suddenly, I pursed my lips over the button of her clit, sucked firmly to draw it partly into my mouth, and started flicking at its tip with my tongue -- as rapidly as most of my previous actions had been slow and smooth. My Mistress responded daramatically: a low moan, that seemed to start deep inside her and almost force its way through her wide open mouth, rose quickly into a high scream of pure pleasure; her hips thrust forward, as if wanting to push her clit even further into my mouth; and, right in front of my eyes, the smooth soft flesh of her belly started to ripple as her orgasm swept through her.

It was the first of three climaxes that, I think I can be rightly proud in saying, I gave her that night! Unlike most other times, she abandoned herself completely to the attentions of my mouth -- even, I'm almost certain, forcing herself not to push me away at times and let her arousal ease a little. This meant that I was able, in a way, to 'pile up' her orgasms on top of each other: the third, which was effectively the second just raised to another level of intensity, had her arching her back as if in agony, locking her ankles behind my neck and squeezing my head with her thighs until I thought my skull might crack, and clutching handfuls of my hair as if she wanted to pull them out.

Where the first two had lasted for what was certainly three minutes or more, this last orgasm was as brief as it was dramatic... fortunately, I think, for my skull and scalp! Even the cry she made was a short, but very loud and very high, "AAH!!!" A moment later, she went completely limp, just like a rag doll, and simply lay there, panting deeply and rapidly.

I thought she may have fainted because, for thirty seconds or more, there was no reaction at all to the things I was still doing with my tongue. Perhaps she had, for just a few moments: when I drew back a little to wait for her to come to, however, she immediately murmured, "No, slave, don't stop: just bring me down, but slowly... slowly...."

It was the first actual instruction she'd given, and I took it as a signal that my 'task' was over. I knew, too, from the 'lessons' she'd been giving me since I became her full-time slave, exactly what she meant: I started to move my tongue and lips, slowly and ever so gently, over the parts of her lovely naked body that she liked to have soothed after her orgasms. But it was a long time, seemingly much longer than usual, before she was again relaxed and fully in control of herself.

"Thank you, slave, that'll be enough," she said at last. Her face was almost glowing with pleasure and contentment as she smiled down at me, and I thought, I've really done it! I've really impressed her, the way she wanted to be impressed! I'm so happy... and proud!

To my surprise, her next words completely gave the lie to the look on her face! "That was very good, slave," she said almost drily, "perhaps better than you've ever done since I started your training. But I wouldn't actually call it 'impressive' -- rather, it's getting close to what I expect from a good, well-trained slave, and there's still a way to go before you reach the standard I think we can train you to. Are you sure you did all the extra-special things you did to impress Lady Anita so much?"

I stared at her, utterly speechless. I was certain that she'd just had the most intense and pleasurable orgasm I'd ever helped her have, and here she was hinting that my performance had been unsatisfactory and that I might have favoured Lady Anita with more effort or skill than I was willing to spend on her, my own Mistress!

Before I could get over my shock, she suddenly grinned mischievously, sat up and leaned forward to plant a big kiss on my forehead. "Only teasing, slave," she said warmly. "That was really very good indeed, and I'm very very pleased with you! I never cared at all, how you'd impressed Lady Anita, or even whether you'd done things for her that you've never done for me, so long as you still wanted to be my slave and learn to please me as I want to be pleased!

"I just couldn't resist the opportunity," she went on, her eyes dancing with amusement, "to give you a little incentive, and show me what you can do when you really try! Seriously, though: if it's true that you didn't try harder with Lady Anita than you do with me -- and I do believe you! -- then it just goes to show that my expectations of you, as my slave... my pleasure-slave... my 'pussy-slave'... whose most useful attribute is a well-trained tongue, may be a little higher than most Mistresses', eh?"

I would have answered, but she gave me no chance: instead, she drew my face close to hers and gave me a long, deep kiss on my open mouth. At the same time, she reached down with her hands and, finding my cock semi-erect from what she'd just said as well as from what she was now doing with her lips and tongue, skillfully fondled it into a full, rock-like and almost painful erection.

Her hands kept doing this when she broke our kiss to take breath. Looking directly into my eyes, she said softly and, this time, with real seriousness, "Now that we've seen what you can really do with your tongue, are you willing for me to increase your training in this area, when we get home, and we might soon get some real results? Shall we say double, two hours a day? Or maybe even triple?"

With the relief I felt at that moment -- that I hadn't actually disappointed her -- coupled with the enormous sense of satisfaction I'd felt at giving her the orgasms she'd so obviously enjoyed, not to mention the intense feeling of sheer adoration that seemed to fill my heart, I think I would have agreed to ten hours a day! Just in time, however, I remembered that she disapproved of slaves trying to ingratiate themselves by asking for harder tasks than their owners expected of them, and I decided it was better to be guided by her.

"Yes, please, Mistress," I replied, humbly but eagerly. "May we start with two hours a day at first? But, if you 're not happy with my progress, I'd be willing to make it more."

I barely got the last word out. My Mistress signalled her agreement and approval, not with words but with an even longer and warmer kiss!