Holiday Slavery

H O L I D A Y

B O N D A G E

Chapter 4. In Harness ... and Other Bondage.

The next morning we slept quite late.

When my Mistress sent me down to fetch our breakfast, the foyer was quite crowded; but I was getting more used to the looks my nakedness occasioned as I hobbled (I still wore my ankle shackles!) through and returned with the tray. This time my Mistress released my arms from the tray and made me feed her, saying with a grin, "You've had it easy quite enough, I think -- I've fed you for most of our meals here!"

As we ate, she mentioned that she'd been on the phone already; "...and we have an exciting day ahead of us," she continued, "We'll be sharing most of it with Master Paul and his slave-girl. I'm enjoying Master Paul's company and I hope you're enjoying having another slave for company - and such a pretty one, too, don't you agree? - yes I thought you would!"

She flicked a finger-nail at my cock, which had immediately stood up at the mention of Helen, and grinned, "Now you watch yourself, my boy, it's me, your Mistress, you should be excited by, remember? I may get jealous, and jealousy can make me very cruel! And keep in mind that Helen with her big tits and sexy pussy is Master Paul's property, and if you take any liberties you'll have to answer to him!"

I felt like pointing out that I might be a little jealous, too, at the attention she was giving to Master Paul, but thought better of it -- after all, she really hadn't overstepped our agreement in any way. What's more, I didn't want to risk not seeing Helen again!

Tingling with anticipation, I helped my Mistress dress, in a brief halter top and slacks tucked inside a pair of sexy boots. She removed my ankle-shackles, so that I was completely unfettered except for the padlock on my balls, then ordered me to follow her.

We met Master Paul and Helen in the foyer. Helen was unfettered like me and looked just as gorgeous as she had yesterday; I wanted to throw my arms around her and press her lovely body against mine, but of course I didn't dare and had to content myself with a friendly smile which she returned almost shyly. Greeting Master Paul affectionately, my Mistress led the way downstairs... to the 'stables'!

She gave her room number to the girl on duty, and as we waited she said to Master Paul, "My slave has been here before, but it might be interesting to see how yours reacts." A moment later our 'escorts' appeared, this time a man and a woman, both quite young and obedient and naked as usual. The man took Helen's arm and the girl took mine and we followed our owners and their guide to where two 'rickshaws' awaited us. Helen's face showed interest and puzzlement at first, but this turned to surprised comprehension as she was led to the drawbar of one of the 'rickshaws'!

She resisted a little at first, with a pleading look at Master Paul; but when he smiled encouragingly and said, "It'll be OK, I promise you," she allowed herself to be harnessed. The two slaves worked quickly, fitting a large heavily padded collar on her neck (not as high at the front as the one I'd worn) and attaching straps that went around her head like a bridle. More straps from the front of the collar encircled her firm tits (making them seem larger than ever) and a padded one was buckled very tightly around her waist, and all these were joined by a single strap passed down through the lips of her pussy to the drawbar.

Yet another was attached between the drawbar and the back of her waist-strap, and the guide showed Master Paul how this could be adjusted to take more or less of the strain "to vary the pressure on your slave's pussy and clit, depending on how accustomed your slave is to this and, of course, on how strict or kind you feel at the moment... and here on the inside of her pussy-strap is this knob you can adjust to put pressure right on the spot that could help her enjoy her work a lot!" Helen gave a small gasp as Master Paul adjusted the knob and patted it gently.

A few minutes later I was harnessed too, exactly as I had been the other day, except that now I also wore a collar-and-bridle arrangement like Helen's. Our arms were still free, but not for long; the purpose of the straps over our heads became apparent when our arms were doubled and our wrists were fastened to the sides of our heads, turning our elbows into strange 'blinkers'!

I wondered for a moment how they were going to steer us, but I should have guessed -- the final touches were strong spring clamps on our nipples and reins clipped to them!

Our owners stood in front of us for a moment, inspecting us with appreciation and a touch of amusement. Suddenly Master Paul turned and whispered something to my Mistress; she smiled and nodded eagerly, and Master Paul faced us and spoke.

"Now slaves, we're not going to gag you, but we want you to remember that as of now you are just harness-slaves... horses, if you like, and horses don't talk. So we expect you not to talk at all -- to us or each other -- until our little outing is over. If you really want to, you may make 'horsey' noises," -- my Mistress giggled at this -- "but that would probably sound a bit silly. Shall we go, Tina?" he finished.

And so we went. My Mistress rode behind Helen (she was lighter than Master Paul, who 'drove' me) and for Helen's benefit she walked her slowly around the yard several times before going out.

Master Paul made me stand by and we watched; Helen looked magnificent -- her large breasts were thrust forward proudly, her long shapely legs moved so gracefully, and I could see how the strap between her legs disappeared into her blond thatch on each step. Then my Mistress turned her towards the gate, Master Paul gave my ribs a sharp flick with his switch, and I followed.

The path rose quite steeply for a short distance outside the gate and we had gone only halfway up when Helen stopped abruptly. My Mistress flicked the switch at her sides once, twice and the third time quite hard, saying "Giddyap there, filly!" but Helen refused to move. Instead she shook her head violently, making a sound between a sob and a whinny.

"Hold on a minute," called Master Paul behind me, and he got out of his seat, gave my reins to my Mistress and went to Helen.

"What's the matter, old thing?" he asked soothingly. "Is this too much for you? D'you want to stop?" -- Helen shook her head emphatically -- "Ah, is the strap hurting?" and she nodded vigorously!

Master Paul adjusted the strap to her waist to take more strain and said, "Let's try that, then." He walked beside Helen for a while and made further adjustments, and when she indicated it was OK, he hugged her warmly and said, "Good girl -- I'm proud of you, behaving so well and letting me know without talking."

He returned to his carriage and we went on. A few minutes later the path widened and he goaded me into a jog to overtake my Mistress and as he passed called to Helen, "Better?" I turned my head enough to see her smile brightly and nod. (Some days later she and I were chatting and she told me how those adjustments had changed the pressure on her clit from very painful to a light pull of varying pressure which was very very exciting!)

We naked 'horses' pulled our owners' carriages a long way that morning. They explored not only the quieter scenic trails through the woods and along the cliffs, but also drove us through some of the streets where people watched us pass with varied comments or amazed stares.

Occasionally we stopped and our owners left our reins tied to 'hitching-rails' to walk out to some vantage point. On an almost deserted beach with an expanse of hard-packed sand, they challenged each other to a few races; Helen and I both received quite a few marks from their switches as they 'drove' us to speeds that really never exceeded a fast jog.

Once, when our drivers took different paths at a fork (not realising that the fork was actually a loop of the one path) Helen and I came face to face; our drivers playfully refused to back up and made us push against each other for a few moments. It was very pleasant in a way to be able to press my naked body against Helen's smooth curves, but the clamps digging into my nipples did detract from the the pleasure somewhat!

We also came across a patch of rough path that had a remarkable effect on Helen. I was in front at the time, but even I heard her breath suddenly quicken almost into a whistle; Master Paul heard it too, of course -- she was right behind him -- and he stopped and said to my Mistress, "I think this surface is giving our little filly some nice vibrations; why don't you turn around and go back over it?"

She grinned mischievously and did just that -- coaxing Helen along that stretch of path at varying speeds four more times! After the fourth Helen stood in front of Master Paul and me, her back arched and her hips thrust forward to get more tension on the crotch-strap as my Mistress held the carriage back, and moaned as she abandoned herself to a shuddering climax.

When it passed, she looked at us quite shamefacedly, but Master Paul leaned over, kissed her deeply and murmured, "Wasn't that fun? Don't be ashamed -- you looked absolutely lovely! Want to do it again later?" Helen looked at me and blushed deeply... but smiled and nodded!

When we came that way again some time later, Helen's rising excitement was apparent long before we even reached the spot. This time Master Paul took her reins and managed to stretch out her 'performance' even longer; he drove her through twelve 'laps', the first few very slowly (her excitement was building more through anticipation than physical stimulation), gradually speeding her up but resting a minute or so between laps, and at the end he brought her face to face with me!

As she arched her hips forward her pussy pressed against my cock (which was quite naturally rock-hard!); I drew back, not wanting to offend my Mistress, but then I heard her quiet voice behind me: "No, don't pull back." Just then Helen's moan began to turn almost into a scream and Master Paul said, "She'll have the police on to us -- kiss her, slave!"

I obeyed eagerly... and when our mouths met (a bit awkwardly due to our elbow 'blinkers'), Helen fastened her lips hungrily to mine, crushed her wonderful breasts against my chest (ignoring the pressure of the clamps on her nipples) and screamed her ecstasy deep into my mouth!

This time, when she caught her breath, she didn't look ashamed; instead she looked into my eyes and opened her mouth as if to say something... but stopped herself just in time and turned it into a brilliant smile. And there was something in her eyes that touched off a thrill deep inside me and my cock seemed to get harder than ever, if possible.

I was very close to having a climax myself and I looked pleadingly at my Mistress, hoping that she'd help me over the top with her hand or perhaps Master Paul would let me put my cock between Helen's luscious thighs? She read my expression correctly, but shook her head with a gentle smile, reached across to give my cock's purple head a firm squeeze and eased my arousal.

I whimpered in sheer frustration -- I could have howled! It's not fair, I thought, Helen's had two climaxes but I'm not allowed to have any... why doesn't she let me come?

In another way, though, I was glad she hadn't -- I would have felt a bit silly standing there in front of Helen and Master Paul with my cock spurting its load over the ground. Men do look ridiculous sometimes -- not that this thought did much to ease my frustration... and I couldn't help envying Helen and my Mistress their inborn ability to have one climax after another!

My Mistress helped by turning it into a joke; she said to Master Paul as we went on: "My slave's a pretty randy colt, isn't he?... yes, what do you think I could do about him?... well, maybe gelding him would be a little drastic, but it's an interesting idea, isn't it?" Even I couln't help joining in their delighted laughter.

A short while later we stopped for lunch at a small cafe with a sign saying, "Special facilities for harness slaves"! Helen and I were released from our drawbars and the clips were removed from our nipples; the quick kneading with strong fingers just afterwards brought squeals from us both as their dull throb turned into tingling pleasure-pain. Our arm-blinkers were lowered, our wrists were loosely shackled behind our backs and we were tethered with light chains on our head-harnesses. My Mistress and Master Paul gave us each an affectionate pat and went inside.

Left alone, Helen and I looked at each other; the "no talking" order was still in force, but we needed no words -- in unison we sank wearily to the soft grass and relaxed with loud sighs. We had hardly moved when after a while a slave-waiter brought out a wooden crate and put it in front of us. "There you are, horsies! Eat up!" he grinned, then whistled appreciatively as he took in Helen's lush naked curves. "Hey, I think I'll ask your owner if you need a rub down!" Helen's reply was a tired but still friendly smile.

The crate had bowls fixed to it, filled with cold but appetising food and refreshing drink. Knives and forks were set out too -- not that we could use them with our hands behind our backs! We had to kneel and eat right from the bowls like the filly and colt we were pretending to be.

We ate and drank in silence, but when I'd licked my bowl clean I couldn't resist saying "Yum-yum!" Helen giggled and a moment later we were laughingly exchanging a variety of wordless and semi-wordless noises. Her laugh was so musical and her lovely face so animated that suddenly I heard myself say, "I like you, Helen!"

She stared at me and we both looked at the restaurant, where we could see my Mistress and Master Paul sitting at a window and chatting animatedly. Then I realised there was no way they could hear us and I said so to Helen; she was reluctant to disobey the instructions, but she saw my point and we did talk a little as we rested through the remainder of our lunch break.

Being only too aware of the effect Helen was having on me, I tried to keep to neutral topics, but at one point Helen said, "I wanted to thank you for letting me press against you back there -- it made it easier to cope with you all watching me"!

Blushing a little, she continued: "You see, Master Paul has never before made me come in front of anyone else; the first time I tried so hard to stop myself, but then I found it was thrilling in quite a new way... and especially when I could sort of share it with another slave who is dependent on your Mistress for pleasure."

Somehow this led to us leaning against each other and kissing -- the touch of her naked flesh had the inevitable effect, and I was about to blurt out something like hoping that my Mistress and her Master might let us make love sometime. Part of me knew it really wasn't the right time... and just then the waiter-slave appeared to collect our dishes, and we tacitly agreed not to speak any more because our 'owners' might come out at any moment.

When they did emerge a few minutes later, they re-harnessed us with solicitous questions about how we'd enjoyed our lunch and rest. It really was quite painful to have the clips applied again to our still-very-tender nipples, but Helen and I bore it bravely -- if not silently! To my surprise we went directly back to the stables at the hotel, where my Mistress and Master Paul simply left us in the care of two stable-slaves; "Give them a rub down," they ordered, "then bring them to bondage room 2."

The stable-slaves un-harnessed us, leaving our wrists shackled behind us, and led us us into a sort of shower-stall. There they used hoses to douse us with cool water and large thick (and quite rough!) towels to dry us off. Once again we both squealed loudly when the towels rubbed over our poor nipples, but otherwise the 'rub down' was very pleasant -- and not only for us! The male slave obviously got a lot of enjoyment from running his hands over Helen's smooth curves, and my 'privates' were very thoroughly fondled by the naked girl who was washing me.

My Mistress and Master Paul were waiting when we were led into a room that was clearly well equipped for bondage. On their instructions the stable-slaves positioned us over two posts set in the floor; they raised the posts until the U-shaped bars on top fitted snugly between the cheeks of our bums and up to our bellies. Then they went out, leaving us unable to move yet with only our wrists shackled! We faced my Mistress and Master Paul and I wondered what was about to happen next.

"Well, that's the end of your stint as harness-slaves," said Master Paul with a grin, "and you're just ordinary slaves again, so you're allowed to talk -- under the usual rules of course. We're very pleased with the way you've behaved, not talking and acting your part just as we hoped you would. But we will ask you one question: did you talk while we were having lunch?"

Very quickly I thought, "There's no way they could have overheard our conversation!" and without hesitation I lied, "No." But I wasn't quick enough to give Helen a cue; she answered, "Yes Master" at exactly the same moment!

"Well, well, well," said Master Paul. "This is interesting -- does it mean that you were the only one who talked, slave-girl?"

Helen hesitated, then replied in a small voice, "Please Master, do I have to answer that?"

"No, slave-girl," my Mistress interrupted. "Let's try this another way -- what do you say to Master Paul's question, slave-boy?"

I was trapped and embarrassed at being caught out. "No, Mistress," I replied. "I lied; we both talked. I thought we could get away with it, but I should have known better -- I'm sorry, Mistress."

She looked at me a little sadly and said, "I'm disappointed in you, and you'll have to be punished for trying to lie to me, of course. You'll both have to be punished for talking in the first place, and to decide your penalty we want you to remember how many times you spoke. We're not particularly concerned about what you said -- just in how much you disobeyed. Now we'll leave you alone for a while to count... and maybe this will help you to remember." And from her handbag she produced a miniature tape recorder!

I stared, then looked at Helen and we exchanged rueful smiles. My Mistress chuckled at our expressions and explained: "The waiter put this inside the crate. It was a bit sneaky, I guess, and it suggests we didn't trust you, but..." -- she became stern -- "...with good reason, it seems.

"Anyway, we're glad you confessed without us having to listen to the tape." She changed my wrist shackles to hold my hands in front so that I could work the recorder; "We'll give you fifteen minutes, so you'll have to skip through the tape fairly quickly," she said as they went out.

Helen and I were alone again. "It was my fault we started talking," I apologised. "I'm sorry; I'll take all the blame and all the punishments."

"Nonsense!" Helen retorted. "I could have kept quiet if I'd wanted to. I've got to learn to obey my Master completely. Anyway, I'm glad I said what I did!" I protested, but she refused to listen. "We're wasting time," she said. "Now let's think... you said something first...."

It seemed less than 15 minutes when my Mistress and Master Paul returned, dressed in dramatic black leather domination costumes. They stood facing us and Master Paul spoke: "Well, how did the counting go? How many times did you open your pretty mouth, my girl?"

With a sheepish smile Helen replied, "Twelve times, Master," and Master Paul emitted a low whistle.

"A veritable little chatterbox, aren't we?" he grinned. "And how many of those were speeches of more than one or two sentences, eh?"

Helen thought for a moment and said, "Three, I think, Master."

"And what about you, slave-boy?" continued my Mistress. "What did you contribute to the conversation?"

"Please Mistress," I began, "I started talking first...." but she interrupted me with "Just answer the question -- how many times did you speak?"

Humbly I replied, "Ten times, Mistress."

"And how many speeches?"

"One, Mistress."

"They did have quite a little chat, didn't they?" she said to Master Paul. "What do you think they deserve?" After a short discussion they decided "to be lenient" and award three lashes with a light 'cat-o-nine-tails' for each 'time' plus three more for each 'speech'.

"Let's see -- that's 36 plus 9 for my slave-girl," said Master Paul, "and 30 plus 3 for your slave."

"And he deserves some extra for trying to decieve us," chimed in my Mistress. "Shall we make it a nice round 50 for both of the chatterboxes?"

They made Helen and me give the punishment to each other! We were released from the poles, our wrists were unshackled and we were each given a 'cat'. On my Mistress' order, I stood with my hands clasped behind my back and my body thrust forward, and Helen was told to start whipping my belly lightly at first but each stroke harder until my Mistress decided it was hard enough. Then I had to apply my 'cat' across Helen's belly to establish the strength of my blows to Master Paul's satisfaction.

"OK, that was just for practice," he said. "Try to maintain that strength... and try to spread the strokes evenly, all down the front from shoulders to knees. You first, slave-girl, give five strokes to your partner-in-crime!"

After every five strokes, we traded places. The thongs were quite light and the strength we had to use wasn't enough to cause severe pain, but they still stung sharply, especially when they landed on the more sensitive spots on our naked bodies!

I had never whipped anybody before, much less a beautiful naked girl like Helen, and I found it strangely exciting... which was soon reflected in the state of my cock and made it an inviting target for Helen... and despite my grunts of pain, this only increased my excitement. For her part Helen squealed softly as my lashes wrapped around her magnificent tits, and a little more loudly when once or twice the tips of the thongs crept round the curve of a thigh into her crotch... but there was no mistaking the meaning of her rapid breathing and shining eyes!

Our bodies were a mass of small red weals when our punishment was complete -- but I knew that the marks would fade quite quickly. "Well, perhaps you've learned a lesson, slaves," said my Mistress, "and just in case you're worried about what you said...." She pressed the 'erase' button on the recorder and put it aside, then addressed Master Paul, "Now let's get on with the real reason we reserved this room for the afternoon, shall we?"

That reason, as Helen and I soon discovered, was BONDAGE! For the next few hours we were subjected to such a large variety of bondage techniques and positions that I can't begin to remember them all.

I do remember some parts, however. For a while our 'owners' demonstrated to each other how they each bound their slave in a number of 'classic' bondage poses -- like a spreadeagle, a hogtie, to a post, to a chair, etc. Then they would discuss which was the better way, or think of variations and try them out on both of us.

And quite often, when Helen and I were tied in one of these ways, they would go to a corner of the room and consult notes or something and whisper eagerly together. I couldn't help wondering what it was all about!

The room was incredibly well equipped for bondage with a huge array of ropes, chains and cuffs, bars, frames and benches, and facilities for stretching and suspending slaves' bodies in every imaginable way... and some I wouldn't have thought of in years!

One wall was mirrored and so was most of the ceiling, so that at virtually all times Helen and I could see our own (and each other's) naked bodies, bent, stretched, twisted or hung... but always tightly bound. All the equipment (benches, chairs, posts etc.) was ingeniously constructed to fold away out of sight when not needed, and there were two of everything... very convenient for practising bondage on two slaves at once!

I love being tied up -- naked, helpless and utterly in the power of my Mistress; and it wasn't hard to see that my lovely naked companion-in-bondage felt much the same way. The most vivid memories I have of that afternoon were the times Helen and I were tied together; never before had I been tied with -- and to -- a naked woman, and I found it incredibly exciting. And of the 'combined bondage' positions, three are especially memorable....

The first was when they made Helen and me stand face-to-face, then made Helen spread her legs wide and attached ropes to her ankles and mine leading to opposite walls (from her ankles to the wall behind me and vice versa!) They did the same to our arms, Helen's reaching up and over my shoulders and mine under hers. Finally they put wide straps behind our backs in the same way and carefully took up the slack on all these ropes and began to draw them gradually tighter.

Helen's feet left the floor first and I had to support some of her weight on my thighs and upper arms, but before my feet were pulled off the floor they placed a very narrow bench under my buttocks. Eventually our bodies were pressed together so closely that it was was impossible for our owners to slip their fingers between us (they tried!) and we were virtually suspended in an intimate embrace that was very, very exciting!

Later Helen was laid face up on a bench and bound securely with her hips raised and (after some experimental spreading of her legs) her ankles lifted almost vertically towards the ceiling. I was made to stand with wide-spread ankles and my face just touching her feet (I was even encouraged to lick them a little!); my arms were fastened tightly behind my back in a single-sleeve which kept them close together and very straight.

The whirr of the pulley motors began (these were adjustable and capable of pulling on different ropes at different rates, exactly as required!) and I began to understand! Helen's lovely legs were drawn apart and at the same time my arms were drawn upwards, very slowly forcing my head down towards the centre of the steadily widening Vee of her thighs.

The whole of her gorgeous body was open to my gaze; I could see Master Paul's hands fondling her firm tits and erect nipples, and I could also feel my Mistress' clever fingers reaching between my spread legs to fondle my cock and balls. When at last my mouth reached Helen's pussy, her legs were spread so widely they must have been almost horizontal.

Her excitement had been evident in her eyes from the moment she saw my face appear between her separating ankles, and by now it had reached such a level that she came after only a few moments of work by my willing tongue. Her climax went on for a long time, and I enjoyed giving her this pleasure... but a small part of me was saying, "That's three orgasms for her already today -- when will it be my turn?"

I thought my turn had come a while later, in what proved to be the last piece of bondage our owners put us into. They clearly had a specific idea in mind, but they had to experiment a good deal before getting it right.

Eventually they made Helen and me sit side-by-side with our legs crossed tailor-fashion and strapped our ankles tightly together and our calves to our thighs, keeping our knees widely apart; then they made us rise on to our spread knees and lean forward, resting our shoulders on a low bench. They tied our wrists and elbows tightly behind us palm-to-palm and finally passed straps from our wrists to our ankles and drew them very tight.

Lifting us to balance on our knees, they turned us to face each other; our naked bodies were arched by the tension on the wrist-to-ankle strap and I could only stare at what this did to Helen's luscious curves! Then my Mistress lowered me to lie on my arms; this was quite uncomfortable... but suddenly I became only too aware of how completely accessible my whole body was -- she began to play with it!

Looking to one side I could see in the mirror that Master Paul was doing the same with Helen, but after only a few moments he put his hands under her shoulders and actually lifted her right off the floor until his lips could reach her nipples, then slowly allowed her naked arched body to slide down his own. Just then I felt my Mistress' hands on my cock; it was not quite hard and she held it upright directly below Helen's slowly descending body.

It seemed my 'turn' had come at last! My Mistress was going to let -- no, make -- my eager prick enter Helen's sexy cunt! Not surprisingly, it got hard very quickly... but once again I was to be denied; Helen's crossed ankles made contact with my arched belly before her pussy reached even the tip of my cock! My Mistress spent a few moments looking at the relative positions of these important parts of our bodies, then Master Paul laid Helen down beside me and he and my Mistress went into their huddle again.

Perhaps my frustration lent sharpness to my hearing or maybe they were whispering a little more loudly; I actually caught some of their words. They were saying, "...can't do it... the angle's wrong... no, maybe we can make it work... try to think of something different..." and finally "...not now, it's getting late, don't you think?"

A few minutes later Helen and I were free of bonds for the first time in hours, but we weren't given much time to stretch our cramped limbs. My Mistress said, "I'll meet you at your chalet at seven, then," to Master Paul, clipped a leash to my 'ball-lock' and led me away.

I followed meekly, wondering what they had planned for the evening... and suddenly became aware that we weren't going towards our room. Instead she led me down two flights of stairs, stopped in front of a desk and said to the uniformed hotel clerk behind it: "I'd like to leave my slave in a cell overnight, please. I've made other plans for the evening. Room 64."

I was stunned speechless! In a complete daze I heard the clerk's "Certainly, ma'am. Any particular restraints?" and my Mistress' reply: "No, perhaps just a tether on his visitor's padlock." I think my mouth was still open from the initial shock when my Mistress gave me a bright smile and a pat on the bum and was gone!

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