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H O L I D A Y
B O N D A G E
Chapter 1: Introduction and Arrival
A vacation on a tropical cruise ship sounded like a great idea to me! And even more so when my Mistress added, "As well as swimming, sunbathing and visiting some islands, we could have some fun by ourselves in the evenings, because I'll book us into a private stateroom!" It was this "fun by ourselves" that really excited me -- as her bondage slave (and loving it!), I needed little imagination to know exactly what she meant!
The first two and a half days of the cruise were very enjoyable. The ship was not a large one and the other passengers were good company. During the day we swam, sunbathed, played deck games and just lounged about with everyone else; but at night my Mistress and I retired early to our cabin, where she made me strip naked and submit to tight bondage (she used the chairs, tables and other furniture very imaginatively!). Of course, I also spent considerable periods with my face between her legs and my tongue working hard on her clit to give her the pleasure she demanded from her slave. She disciplined me less than usual because (she said) "I've only your bum to work on. You're wearing a swimsuit so much of the time, and we don't want the marks to show, do we?"
A few other couples, I noticed, tended to retire when we did -- or even earlier; I decided that they were probably honeymooners or other new lovers. Nobody seemed to mind us leaving the parties and other activities, but I wondered whether people thought we were honeymooners too -- how wrong they would be! Sometimes I did get a strange feeling that the other passengers knew what my Mistress and I were doing ... but I reassured myself that this was a self-conscious reaction, a sort of 'guilt complex'.
Our first island stop was scheduled for late on the third evening, and my Mistress took me to our cabin immediately after dinner because she had arranged to break the cruise here, to be picked up again after a few days. I packed a bag for each of us, and then my Mistress said, "We won't be docking for a little while yet; how about a last bit of bondage? We might not have as much opportunity for the next few days."
I agreed willingly, and soon my wrists were strapped palm-to-palm behind me and another strap was tight and uncomfortable around my elbows. In my mouth was a gag and protruding from it was a large dildo; I was kneeling between my Mistress' legs, the dildo was deep inside her and the tip of my nose was moving gently on her clit.
I was still there when I felt the ship stop and heard the announcement for disembarking passengers. My Mistress withdrew herself from the dildo and detached it from the gag ... and then (with a strange glint in her eye!) she held up a large leather blindfold! I made noises of protest behind my gag -- she should have been untying me to get dressed! -- but I was totally helpless to resist having the blindfold securely fastened over my eyes. Now her hands went to my cock; I felt them tying a cord snugly around its base, then there was a tug on it and her voice said, "OK, up on your feet ... let's go!"
I couldn't believe what was happening, but I could do absolutely nothing about it. My legs were free but, totally unable to see and with my hands securely bound, running away was out of the question ... and in any case the insistent tug on my cock was somewhat difficult to resist! I became aware of the sea breeze on my naked body, then of walking carefully down what felt like a gangplank. I hoped it was covered, but suddenly I realised that there were other people moving along it too!
As we reached a flat solid floor, there seemed to be even more people around us and a female voice (very close by) said excitedly, "Oh look! He's quite naked ... and his arms are tied! Is he a slave or something?!" I could feel my face turning bright red with embarrassment, but at the same time my cock grew harder with a strange sort of excitement!
Suddenly my Mistress stopped me and a voice asked her for her passport! My mind boggled at the idea that we were in a real immigration office, and I hardly heard her answer to that and the next few questions. But I became fully aware when, in answer to the question, "Are you travelling alone?" she replied calmly, "Yes, accompanied by my personal slave here"! With a growing sense of unreality I heard every word of the ensuing conversation.
Official: "You are not importing him?"
My Mistress: "What do you mean?"
Official: "Well, if you are importing him, you must have the approval documents and pay the import duty."
My Mistress: "No, he's simply accompanying me on my vacation."
Official: "Then you must deposit a bond equal to your slave's likely value on the black market. We don't want vacationers bringing slaves in, selling them through some unlicenced dealer, and just walking away with all the profits."
My Mistress: "Well, if you must ... what would my slave be worth?"
Now followed yet further humiliation for me; I had to stand there, dumb and blind, while strange hands 'inspected' me! My helpless naked body was prodded and pinched, my nipples were squeezed and even my cock and balls were fondled! A second person was called to give an opinion and the process was repeated by smaller hands, obviously a woman's. My Mistress was asked if she had a photograph of my face and finally a verdict was passed: "Without actually seeing his face, ma'am, we would value your slave at about two thousand dollars". The exchange continued ...
My Mistress (audibly incredulous): "What? I can't spare that much cash!"
Official: "I'm sorry, but rules are rules, you know. Your slave will have to stay here until you leave the island ... or until you can have the money sent from your bank perhaps? If you need a slave during your visit, we can recommend a slave hire service."
My Mistress argued for a while, but to no avail; at last she conceded, "OK, if that's the way it has to be. I do have the name of someone on the island who may be kind enough to lend me the money. If I can arrange this, when can I collect my slave?"
"Tomorrow after 10 a.m.," was the reply. "We'll be closing soon for the night. And don't worry, ma'am, we'll look after your slave!" The voice sounded sincere enough (I had no way of knowing whether my Mistress was reassured) but I was certainly worried as I was led away. Without her (whom I had always trusted not to let anything really bad happen to me) I might be on my way to real slavery, and I was utterly helpless to prevent it! In fact, I was so confused that it was the middle of the night before I realised that she hadn't even tried to reassure me!
After a short walk my blindfold was removed and, looking around, I found myself in a small room containing little more than a bed. Two people were with me, a man and a woman, both black and wearing smart uniforms. The man said, "Now, slave, we don't want your stay here to be any more uncomfortable than necessary, so we'll remove your gag if you promise not to make any noise or waste your breath asking questions. Nod if you agree ... and remember, there are two of us and it'll be easy to put the gag back if you reneg!"
I thought for a moment, but obviously I had no choice, so I nodded. The woman removed my gag and they both waited, clearly wondering whether I would keep my word. When I said quietly, "Thank you -- my jaws were getting pretty stiff," the man smiled and said, "I'm glad you're going to co-operate. As a reward, we'll make you a bit more comfortable."
My tight arm straps were replaced with relatively comfortable wrist cuffs joined by a short chain, but any ideas of escape were dashed by a very heavy chain connecting one of my ankles to a ring in the floor! The 'warders' left, locking the 'cell' door behind them. The strange surroundings, plus the chain keeping my wrists behind me, made it difficult to sleep, but finally weariness overtook me and I dozed off.
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I was woken quite early the next morning by the 'wardress' unlocking the door and saying, "OK slave, wake up! Here's your breakfast ... but first," she continued with a grin, "you'll have to earn it! On your knees here by the bed!" I obeyed, wondering what was expected of me, but when she sat on the bed in front of me and raised her skirt it wasn't hard to guess!
She wasn't wearing panties and soon my mouth was buried in the dark thatch of her pussy. I had never given head to a black woman before and I found it very exciting; my enthusiasm helped my 'wardress' to two climaxes before she pushed me away, saying, "Very good, slave -- you've certainly earned your breakfast!"
After breakfast I was left alone for some hours, enough time to wonder what my Mistress was doing and to get quite worried about whether I would ever get out of this cell. When at last my warders returned, I was ready to start asking some questions; but they gave me no chance and gagged me again, saying, "Your Mistress is coming to collect you soon, but she wants the gag in -- she says you're a talker if you get half a chance!"
A few minutes later -- to my great relief -- in walked my Mistress, smiling cheerfully, and said, "Hello slave, I hope you're pleased to see me!" and added to the warders, "Now, where's this security gadget you've been talking about?"
What they showed her was a queerly-shaped padlock of very heavy metal, which they fitted round my scrotum just above my balls. It clicked shut solidly, the wardress took two keys from it and handed one to my Mistress, saying, "It can't be removed, you see, because his balls won't fit through the hole, and it's made of extremely hard metal that's almost impossible to cut. And both these keys are needed to open it ... which protects both you and us."
The arrangements appeared to be complete, and my Mistress led me out of my temporary prison, but not before she put my blindfold on again: "I don't want you to see everything -- not just yet, anyway." She helped me into a car and, as we drove off, she continued, "I'm taking you to the lady who very kindly lent me the money for your bond. You didn't know you were so valuable, did you? Now, I want you on your best behaviour for her; remember where you would still be if she hadn't been so kind!"
I took her point and decided that my complaints could wait until a more opportune moment. The lady -- whom my Mistress introduced as "Mistress Anne" -- took some time to inspect me very closely. I did my best to co-operate, standing to attention and posing in other ways while she stroked and prodded my naked body. She fondled my cock until it was fully erect and I almost came, twisted and pinched my nipples with her nails until my eyes watered, and struck me several times with a light whip ("... to see how his skin marks").
Finally she turned to my Mistress and said, "Well, I'd say that the valuation is a fair one. And I propose to forget about any interest on my loan, if you will just loan me your slave for one evening.... Good," she continued after my Mistress agreed readily, "it will be nice to get my hands on some new slave-flesh for a change. The importation policy makes it hard to get new slaves, but I think that all-in-all it's a good policy; without it, we'd be sure to have a glut!"
Shortly after this we left and got into the car again; my eyes were again blindfolded, but when we reached our destination it wasn't hard to guess where we were -- a busy hotel foyer! My Mistress asked for her room key, and a cheerful female voice replied, "Yes, ma'am. I see you have your slave with you now -- do you want him taken down to the slave quarters?"
My mind was getting used to surprises, but I was still wondering what sort of place this was! To my relief, my Mistress replied, "No thanks -- not yet. I'll take him to my room for the moment." A few minutes later a door closed behind us and my Mistress removed my blindfold; then she said, "Now, I'll take the gag out if you promise not to make a fuss. Then I'll tell you a bit about the week we'll be spending here and maybe answer some questions ... but let me make one thing clear: we WILL be spending a week here, even if you have to be gagged and shackled the whole time!"
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