Holiday Slavery

H O L I D A Y

B O N D A G E

Chapter 5: In the Cells ... and Out on Loan!

The 'cells' were precisely that -- two rows of them facing each other across a corridor. Their doors and the partitions between them were made of heavy bars and the fourth side was of stone, with an abundance of rings set solidly in it. Unresisting (my mind was still grappling with my Mistress' last words) I was led into one of them and the padlock on my balls was attached to a very solid chain.

My 'jailer' (a big strong male slave) looked me up and down and said, "Your Mistress hasn't asked for any restraints, but I warn you - any shouting or banging around and you'll spend the night like him ... or her." He indicated two nearby cells; in one a naked man was spreadeagled with very heavy chains against the stone wall, and in the other a naked girl lay prone, her ankles, wrists and neck secured in stock-like devices. Both were securely gagged.

I nodded wordlessly and he left, closing the cell door with a solid clang. I sat down on the pallet and tried to think. My Mistress had "other plans" for tonight, did she? That could only mean: she'd been getting very friendly with Master Paul and she was going to spend the night with him! Jealousy flared up in me; how dare she?!... and even if it was OK for her to have sex with Master Paul, why couldn't I do the same with Helen? That thought had its predictable effect on my cock, and almost automatically my hand began to....

As if on cue, the jailer suddenly appeared outside my cell and said, "Your Mistress has just called down and told us that she doesn't mind if you play with yourself, but you're not to let yourself come. We'll be watching you" -- he pointed into the top corner of the cell, and there I could see the lens of a closed-circuit TV camera -- "...not all the time, but you won't know when you're on camera or not. And if we see you doing something you shouldn't, we'll report it to your Mistress and I think you'll be sorry!"

She is being a bitch today, I thought. But gradually I began to see another side to all this: our agreement had never specified that she may not have a lover. Obviously, my jealousy was surfacing because this was the first time it had happened (as far as I knew!)... and perhaps also because of my frustrated attraction for Helen! What was more, I realised that, by leaving me here overnight, my Mistress was in no way overstepping our agreement. Feeling a little better, I began to take in some more of my surroundings.

Apart from my first night on the island, I'd never been in a real cell before; and, submissive as I am, the idea began to excite me! I could look down the whole row of cells and see other prisoners just like myself, but most of them were somewhat remote. As for the nearby cells: the one across the corridor held the man chained to the wall, the one to my left was empty, but the one to my right contained a small and quite pretty black girl. She noticed me looking at her, smiled and said, "Hello. You're looking around as if it's your first time in here. You're a visitor, aren't you?"

It was a new experience, and an exciting one, to chat through the bars of a cell with another naked prisoner. Her name was Suzy, she told me, and she'd been a full-time slave to her white Mistress ever since her sixteenth birthday. She'd spent more nights than she could remember in one of these or other cells; on this occasion she'd spent the last two nights here and would be here for two more "...because," she said a little ruefully, "I annoyed my Mistress three days ago and she decided to put me in here until she puts me up for public punishment the day after tomorrow."

I asked what she'd done; "Oh," she said lightly, "I argued with her in the street. That's a public offence, so I'll be punished publicly. The trouble is, it'll never cure me, because I just love being whipped in public -- though it does hurt at the time. Look!" She turned her back to me and it was clear that she'd been whipped often and quite severely; there were many weals across her back, buttocks and thighs, some of them obviously quite old.

She was wearing unusual shackles, I noticed; her elbows were joined by a chain behind her back, short but not so as to be really uncomfortable. To my question, "Why are you shackled like that?," she replied frankly, "My Mistress doesn't like me to play with myself, so she makes this chain just too short..." - she demonstrated, and sure enough, when she stretched one hand down and around, it failed by two inches to reach her pussy - "...and she keeps my legs apart so I can't even excite myself by rubbing my thighs together...." I looked down and saw that her ankles were spread by a bar about two feet long.

"Hey!" she continued. "Your hands are free -- would you like to reach through the bars and give me a thrill? I haven't had one for two days!"

I hesitated. "What if your Mistress finds out?" I protested. "I don't want to get us both in trouble."

But Suzy replied, "Don't worry. She doesn't mind other people doing it to me -- she just doesn't let me do it. Isn't that right, Stan?"

"She's right, friend," came a man's voice from two cells down and across the corridor. "I'd gladly help her myself, but my arms aren't long enough!"

"See?" said Suzy. "C'mon, be a sport! I'm dying for it; there hasn't been anybody in your cell since I've been here, and this silly bitch..." (she indicated the cell on the other side of hers, where the girl lay helpless in the stocks) "...kicked up a ruckus when she was put in and hasn't hardly been able to wriggle a finger since! Please, oh please!!..." And she faced the bars between our cells and pressed her naked body against them.

I'm a normal(?!) male and I found the invitation to good to refuse. Reaching through the bars, I began to caress Suzy's satiny black skin. She had a good body, very slim but nicely curved with quite small pointed breasts tipped with dark aureoles and large nipples. I fondled these with both hands for a while before running my fingers down her flanks to her knees and then up the inside of her slim smooth thighs.

Her response was electric; within moments her eyes closed and she began moaning softly deep in her throat and writhing gently against the bars. I toyed with her a while, scratching my nails gently all around her wide-open pussy but not touching it; I was enjoying this small measure of control and I waited until she began to beg softly, "Please... now... my clit... please!"

Without warning, I plunged two fingers deep into her cunt and with the other hand located her pleasure-button and began to rub it, rapidly. She reacted with a small squeal; "Yes, yes... there... yes... faster... oh that's good...!" she murmured and pressed harder against the bars. She came quickly, with a long moan that turned into a subdued scream as my busy fingers took her over the top. But when I withdrew my hands, her eyes opened and she said breath lessly, "More, please?... That was great, but next time a bit slower, eh?"

How could I refuse? Suzy remained pressed against the bars of her cell, her legs spread wide, for the half hour or so it took to give her another climax. She was on some sort of pleasure-plateau that I was able to maintain by running my hands all over her body, giving her sharp little pinches now and then and rolling her large nipples quite firmly with finger and thumb.

Finally she got me to spread the lips of her pussy widely with one hand while kneading her knob-like clit in a similar way, slowly and gently at first, then faster as she built towards a second climax. Suddenly... "Pinch it!" she begged, and (as I did so), "Harder!... now pull it!... yes!... oh! oh! oh!..." and her words changed into a high-pitched whistle through her nose as she clenched her teeth to keep from screaming out loud.

At precisely that moment I became aware of the jailer outside the cells, pushing bowls of food through the bars. He stopped to watch Suzy's naked body writhing in orgasm against the bars, and grinned at me; "She didn't take long to talk you into giving her some fun, did she? I know her Mistress doesn't mind, but I'll have to report it to yours -- she may have other ideas! Now eat your dinner; if you're not finished when I come back, that's your bad luck!"

I didn't know what to say, but by now Suzy had recovered enough to grin at him and poke out her tongue cheekily. Then she turned to me with a lovely smile and said, "Thanks, that was terrific! Maybe you'd like to do it again later tonight?... you would?... Great! But now we better eat or we'll go hungry".

The bowls containing our food had spoons attached to them by thin chains, and with my hands free I was able to eat normally; but Suzy, without the use of her hands, had to get down on her knees (not easy, with her ankles apart as they were, but she managed it with a grace that clearly indicated long practice!) and eat right from the bowl. Between mouthfuls we talked a bit more; she said regretfully, "It's a pity I can't reach far enough through the bars to return your favour. I heard that about your Mistress not wanting you to bring yourself off, but maybe she's like mine and wouldn't mind if someone else did it."

I had already thought of that, but I could see it was impossible anyway; there were two sets of bars between the cells, about twelve inches apart, and Suzy's shackled hands might at best be just able to touch the tip of my cock if I poked it between the bars. And even more impossible was another thought I'd had; namely, that I would have liked to put my cock right into Suzy's tight cunt! It looked as if I'd have to settle for giving her pleasure.

A little later even that was denied me! No sooner had the jailer taken away our empty bowls than he was back and unlocking my cell door. "You're wanted elsewhere," he said. "Hands behind your back, please!"

As he strapped my crossed wrists tightly together, he said cheerfully to Suzy, "Lucky you got your bit of fun out of this one so early! Looks like your over-sexed little twat will have to go hungry again tonight!... Watch your manners, you little tart!" he continued sharply when she pulled a face and blew him a loud raspberry.

When my wrists were secured to his satisfaction, he made me open my mouth to accept a gag and then fitted over my head a helmet which covered everything but my nose and mouth (and that was already blocked!). As it encased my head, I realised that it was very thickly padded -- I was dumb and blind and could hear only very faintly!

Naturally I started walking rather tentatively when the jailer led me out of the cell, but I realised that I had no choice but to trust myself to him. And anyway (I told myself) I'll soon be back with my Mistress; obviously she'd changed her mind and wanted me with her after all.

I was led outside and helped into a car; after a short drive (I wondered where my Mistress was and what she had in store for me) I was helped out again and led into a building. My wrists were untied, only to be pulled above my head and widely apart; then my ankles were also drawn apart until I was stretched in a taut spreadeagle. Finally I felt the helmet being removed and I blinked at the light, expecting to see a familiar face.

But the woman who stood in front of me wasn't my Mistress! It took me a few moments to recognise her as Mistress Anne, who had loaned my Mistress the bond money. "Remember me?" she asked... and I nodded.

"Now," she continued, "I remember you as a well-behaved slave, so I propose to remove your gag. I trust you'll be sensible -- or I may have to reconsider my offer to overlook the interest on your Mistress' loan... that is, if you don't please me this evening. OK?" I nodded again (I could hardly let my Mistress down!) and she removed the gag, reminding me as she did so that I was not to speak unless spoken to.

"Well," she smiled into my eyes and ran her hands over my naked and totally vulnerable body. "It's such a pleasant change to have a new slave to play with for an evening. I decided to share the occasion with a few friends, so I want you to meet them!" A woman walked out from behind me, then another... until there were seven standing beside Mistress Anne, all smiling broadly.

She introduced each of them as "Mistress So-and-so" (I forget all the names now, but at the time she impressed on me that I must remember them, because later in the evening my memory might be 'tested'!). "And now, ladies," she finished, "shall we give our visiting slave the usual inspection?"

Laughingly all eight women gathered around me; deliberately, almost clinically, they began to stroke me, prod me, feel the size and firmness of my muscles, and so on ... and on. It was quite an experience, both intensely humiliating and very exciting, to be handled in this way by eight pairs of clever hands; during the next half hour or so not a single inch of my totally available nakedness escaped being scratched, prodded or pinched - particularly the latter, often hard and painfully! They mostly avoided my cock and balls, but each of them did fondle them briefly, one or two quite roughly, and taking care not to let me come close to a climax.

When at last they stood back, I felt something like a prize bull who had just been judged in a show; and this feeling intensified when Mistress Anne told me casually that the large room we were in was her 'dungeon' and that the mirrors set all around the walls were really one-way glass!

"Behind each of them is a cell," she smiled, "containing some of my other slaves, as well as slaves brought along by my friends here. So you have quite an audience, who can watch what goes on and can also hear us ... can't you, slave Percy?" To demonstrate, she flicked a switch and a light went on behind one of the 'mirrors', revealing a naked male slave, heavily shackled but smiling as he nodded and opened and shut his mouth - soundlessly! "We can't hear them," continued Mistress Anne as she turned off the light. "That would be too distracting, wouldn't it?"

I found it distracting enough to know that there were an unknown number of eyes watching everything that happened to my naked body. It was a totally new kind of 'public' exposure, more embarrassing than ever ... yet intensely exciting, I discovered (learning something new about my submissive nature!)

My 'tormentors' kept me constantly aware of my invisible audience during the next few hours, while they made good use of the superb bondage equipment in the dungeon. They held a sort of friendly contest, in which each of them took two turns in putting me into tight, uncomfortable and even bizarre bondage. Several of them, as they tightened straps or ropes on my helpless limbs, mentioned casually that "... my slave likes this position - don't you, slave?" Or one of the watching Mistresses would say, "Hey, that's a neat idea - remind me to try that on you tomorrow, slave So-and-so!"

Eventually Mistress Anne suggested to her friends: "Let's adjourn to a more comfortable room. We've worked pretty hard on our borrowed toy; it's about time he did some work for us!" The other Mistresses went out and she spent a moment fastening cuffs and a short chain to my ankles, handcuffs to my wrists and a tight ring around the base of my cock and balls before following them, leading me with a firm grip on my cock.

The room we entered was plushly furnished with deep armchairs for each of the guests; they were taking refreshments, waited on by a lovely young girl, gagged and shackled, whose jet-black skin contrasted vividly with her only garment - a frilly white maid's apron reaching from just below her crotch to just below her nipples, to which its top was tied with two bright red ribbons!

I was given some refreshments too ("He might need his strength!" grinned Mistress Anne) and then the serving slave was dismissed. To my amazement all eight Mistresses immediately stood up and stripped naked before reclining back in their chairs. My eyes goggled as they took in a feast of shapely female flesh of various sizes and colours; two of the Mistresses were black, one was an attractive shade of pale coffee and another was clearly of Oriental blood.

They chuckled unselfconsciously at my expression and at the effect their nudity was having on my cock, and Mistress Anne said drily, "If you think that pecker of yours will get something to do, slave, you'll be sadly disappointed. Now we're going to play a game, so listen carefully: this box has lots of paper slips in it, and we'll take turns in pulling one out at random and reading it. You are expected to obey instantly and exactly. OK, let's begin!"

She withdrew a slip, opened it and read: "Caress Mistress So-and-so's left breast reverently." I hesitated for just a moment, then understood; crossing to the side of the Mistress named, I bent and used both cuffed hands to fondle her large breast. The next command followed only a few seconds later, and soon after it the next ... and the next ... Early on I made a few mistakes in identifying the Mistress named in the order, incurring a hard whack on the bum with a paddle, but I soon learnt and made no more errors.

The variety of commands was enormous! ("I kept a couple of my slaves busy all day writing the notes," explained Mistress Anne, "and I can guarantee that we're equally represented"). They ranged from "Kneel in front of Mistress X and tell her in detail how lovely her body is" to "Kiss Mistress Y's feet," from "Ask Mistress A to pinch you hard on two sensitive spots on your body" to "Bend over for Mistress B to give you a stroke with the paddle," from "Lick Mistress P's breasts and nipples" to "Eat Mistress Q's pussy and give her a climax".

This last command obviously tended to take longer than the others, and after each of these I was allowed a short rest (which also gave Mistress "Q" time to regain her breath!). It was tiring 'work' but I was enjoying it (my submissive nature again!), despite my knees getting quite sore; most of the commands required me to kneel, and at one point Mistress Anne decided it was quicker for me to move around on my knees than to stand and kneel again (fortunately the carpet was deep and very soft!).

When I had given all but one of them a climax with my lips and tongue, they began to tease the remaining one, hinting that "maybe there's no slip with your name on it!" She played up to this, saying "Eat me!" as each slip was drawn from the box and I could see that the anticipation was adding to her excitement.

At last the awaited slip appeared, to a loud cheer. I moved towards the Mistress named (it happened to be the Oriental lady) but she stopped me. "The game ends with this command, slave," she said, "and because I've had to wait so long, I decide exactly how you'll give me pleasure. Now I want his arms ..."

With the help of the other Mistresses she soon had me arranged to her satisfaction - kneeling at the foot of her armchair with my knees spread very wide, my wrists crossed tightly behind my back and a cord leading from the padlock on my balls between my legs to my wrists, but quite loosely. I wasn't sure what its purpose was ... until she positioned herself with her thighs spread wide and her fragrant pussy a few inches from my face. Then with one hand she took a firm grip on a large handful of my hair - forcing my head back to look into her eyes - and with the other she took the end of a cord passed by someone behind me and gave it a sharp tug. My wrists were jerked upwards and the cord between my legs tightened, rubbing right on my anus and pulling quite painfully on my balls!

She smiled into my eyes. "Now slave," she said softly, "You're going to eat me just as I want it, aren't you?" and without waiting for any answer she forced my nose deep between the lips of her cunt and held it there for some seconds, saying, "Take a good deep breath, slave - I want you to remember my fragrance!" And she continued to talk softly the whole time I was eating her, giving me instructions that she couldn't convey with the hand in my hair and saying things like "Isn't that the sweetest pussy you've ever tasted, slave?"

At first she made me concentrate on her small pointed breasts and their tiny nipples, drawing my head up from her crotch but making me press my breastbone and stomach muscles firmly against her pussy. Then I had to lick all over her flat belly and use my teeth to pull gently on the curly hair of her thatch. Finally she put my tongue and lips to work on her pussy itself and her clit, gently and slowly at first but gradually increasing in pressure and speed.

When she was almost ready to come, and her soft talking had become low throaty moans, she suddenly pushed my mouth hard into her pussy and pulled so hard on the cord that I grunted with the pain from my balls. "Yes slave, scream if you want to!" she cried between moans, and pulled a little harder yet. So I did; I let out a howl, muffled by her pussy, and the vibration of my voice on her clit (plus, I think, the knowledge of the pain she was inflicting on me) took her into a moaning, writhing orgasm.

Afterwards she released her grip on my hair, and I looked up at her with respect and a little fear. "That was pretty good, slave," she smiled at me, "I'm sorry if I hurt you a bit too much ..." (she gave the cord another gentle tug, then tossed it away) "... I'm not really cruel to my slaves - truly! - but sometimes I get a big thrill out of using a slave's pain to give me pleasure!" She sat up, reached down and fondled my cock, gently and erotically, and continued, "Tell your Mistress that I'll gladly compensate in any of the normal ways - it was worth it!" And she put her other arm around my neck and kissed me, deeply and thoroughly.

A few minutes later, the Mistresses having dressed and taken more refreshments, Mistress Anne said as she tied my wrists the same way as when I arrived: "We've all enjoyed ourselves tonight. You're very good slave material; would you like to live here and be a permanent slave? I think any of us here would negotiate a very reasonable deal with your Mistress if you were interested."

Amid a chorus of "Hear, hear!" from the others, I replied, "No thank you, ma'am. Thank you for a very interesting evening - I've enjoyed it too - but I adore my Mistress and I want to stay with her."

"Pity," murmured Mistress Anne and put the big thick helmet over my head.

What with the 'harness' work in the morning, the bondage in the afternoon, and more bondage and other activities in the evening, I was exhausted! It must have been well into the wee small hours too - I remember nothing after being helped into the car ....

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I woke out of a very deep sleep into a strange dark silence. It took me a while to realise that I was still wearing the thick padded helmet from last night and that someone was removing it. When it was off and I had adjusted to the light, I found I was back in the cell I had left ... how many hours ago?

It was a different 'jailer' - a well-built woman wearing nothing but a minimal g-string - who smiled at me and said, "You were brought in so late last night (or this morning, rather!) that we left the helmet on to help you sleep after we turned up the lights ... and you did, didn't you? Here's something to eat." And she went out, locking the cell door behind her.

Still half asleep, I looked around; I saw the same cell, the same chain on my ball-lock, the same lack of other restraints ... and the same black slave in the next cell! Wondering if I'd dreamt the night's experiences, I inspected my naked body ... and found a few marks left from some extra tight ropes, as well as a distinct ache in my balls from that Oriental Mistress! I also suddenly discovered I was very hungry and attacked the bowl of food with relish.

As I ate, my 'neighbour' Suzy asked, "Where did they take you last night? What did you do? Were you with your Mistress?" I didn't really want to tell her much, but to be sociable I described the evening briefly; she seemed satisfied, but then went on, "It must have been very late when you got back. You've been sleeping for hours - it must be about 11 o'clock by now!" Then she grinned cheekily, "I've been waiting and waiting for you to wake - you were going to give me another thrill last night, remember? Want to do it now? C'mon, we mightn't get another chance!"

She is a horny little thing, I thought, but what the hell - I've nothing else to do, especially as my Mistress won't let me give myself a climax. Besides, I did enjoy playing with her yesterday; it was nice to have someone begging me for pleasure instead of 'taking' it from me. "OK," I said, and Suzy eagerly pressed her sexy body against the bars and began to murmur in pleasure as my fingers toyed with her nipples.

I had only been at it for a couple of minutes when a familiar voice said, "So this is what you get up to when I leave you here for safe keeping?"

Somewhat guiltily I jumped back and turned. Just down the corridor stood my Mistress, a sardonic smile on her lips. She walked slowly closer and stopped outside Suzy's cell. "And this," she continued, "is the little hussy who's been corrupting you, I'm told ... Come here, girl! Let's have a look at what my slave finds so attractive!"

"Yes, ma'am," said Suzy humbly and moved (awkwardly, due to the ankle-spreader she still wore) to face my Mistress through the bars. My Mistress reached in with one hand and began casually to fondle Suzy's naked body, then returned her attention to me.

"Actually," she said conversationally, "I watched your little performance last evening on the closed-circuit TV while I was getting ready to go out. So this morning I contacted the warders and asked if I could phone this horny little so-and-so's Mistress." Giving Suzy's nipple an extra tweak, she went on, "We had a pleasant chat and agreed that, although it's her business what little sexy here does ..." (another tweak!) "... my slave's business is to give pleasure to me ... and to anyone else of my choice!"

She addressed Suzy again: "I suggested to your Mistress that I might give you some appropriate punishment, and she was all in favour. Come closer, girl!" Taking a handful of Suzy's pubic hair, she pulled her right up to the bars. Warder!" she called, "Please bring the things I left with you! ... and you ..." (to Suzy) "... stick your pretty little tits through the bars ... as far as you can ... that's better!"

She rolled Suzy's large nipples between her thumb and fingers quite roughly until the warder-slave arrived, carrying a coil of rope and a thin switch. Then she told Suzy, "Don't move! ... not an inch!" moved to one side, took careful aim with the switch and brought it down sharply, just catching Suzy's jutting nipples.

With a squeal Suzy jerked back. My Mistress waited, wordlessly indicating that she wanted Suzy's tits through the bars again. Twice more she brought the switch accurately down on those nipples, eliciting a louder squeal each time. Now," she said, putting aside the switch, "I want you to move across so that your hungry little twat is nicely between two bars." Suzy obeyed and my Mistress (with the help of the warder) soon had her body tied to the bars so tightly that she could barely wriggle.

My Mistress told the warder to release me, but continued to do something I couldn't see to Suzy, saying "I'm sure the warders will be kind enough to give you a little feel as they go past. I'll be back to release you later today ... or maybe you could stay there until your Mistress fetches you -- tomorrow, isn't it? Anyway, I'm sure you'll enjoy yourself! ... There ... that's nice and neat, isn't it?" By now I was out in the corridor and could see her final touch: there were two bars crossing Suzy's tits vertically just beside her nipples, and she had tied a thin cord around each nipple and the adjoining bar!

"Come along slave," she said to me. "But before we go, why don't you give your little friend something to remember you by -- like a nice sexy bite on each big red nipple? ... That's right," she encouraged as I obeyed, "... a little harder ... c'mon, harder! ..." (Suzy allowed a small moan to escape her lips) "... now the other one ... good!" and my teeth extracted another moan.

"And how about a last tickle of her horny little twat?" (my fingers drew some murmurs of pleasure from Suzy) "... and a big goodbye kiss!" she grinned. I put my lips on Suzy's and was surprised at the fervour with which she responded! And when my Mistress said, "That's enough!" Suzy gave me a great big smile - she really was enjoying herself! I glanced back as my Mistress led me away and I could see, protruding through the cell bars, Suzy's toes, face, nipples and a tuft of pubic hair!

My Mistress took me back to our room, settled down in a comfortable chair with me kneeling alongside, and said, "Well, I hope you had an interesting time last evening. I guess you were wondering for a while where you were being taken, but it gave me a small thrill to spring it on you like that. And I trust nothing happened that means I've overstepped the terms of our agreement?"

"No Mistress," I replied, "but it was a close thing. There was one Mistress who ..."

"Hold on a minute!" she interrupted. "All I wanted to know at this stage was whether you were injured, taken too far beyond your tolerance or made to do something intolerable. Were you?

"Good!" she continued after I said no. "Now I want you to tell me, in as much detail as you can remember, exactly what happened ... from the beginning."

For about an hour I entertained her ... and entertained she certainly was, judging by the sparkle in her eyes, her rapid breathing and the way her hand tightened on my cock when I described an especially interesting bit. And even if I say so myself, I enjoyed my own narrative a good deal; my constant erection was due as much to remembering the night's events as to the fondling she gave it throughout. When I reached the point where the Oriental Mistress made me scream to help her reach her climax, my prick was so close to exploding that my Mistress transferred her attention to my nipples, pinching them so tightly with her fingernails that the pain of last night seemed to pale into insignificance ... but I was loving it!

She listened seriously while I repeated that Mistress' message about 'compensation'. Looking me right in the eye, she said, "So that was the part that almost went too far? ... Let me think a minute ... OK, I think I could complain to her and have her pay me - us - some money, or almost certainly have her fondle your nice cock here and give you a climax. Now, I want you to decide ... would you like me to do that?"

I thought about it for a few moments and somehow it didn't seem so important any more. "No thank you, Mistress," I replied, "it doesn't really matter any more. Thank you for listening to my complaint and being prepared to do something about it; but I think I'd prefer you to give me that pleasure."

My Mistress smiled, giving me the courage to add, "May I humbly ask, Mistress, why you are keeping me so long from having a climax? Sometimes I could nearly burst with frustration!"

Her smile broadened and she gave my rigid organ a gentle pat as she replied. "Let's just say I'm saving it up for a special moment. And you know as well as I do that your orgasms will be all the better if we delay them as long as possible. In any case ..." (she gave the head of my cock a sharp flick with her fingernail) "... it's only just over two days since you had a climax, and normally I don't let you have more than one a week!

"By the way - I didn't mind a bit, you giving that girl in the next cell her 'bit of fun'. After all, it kept your mind - and hands! - off yourself. I just thought it might be fun to do something to her. She did look good, didn't she, all trussed up against the bars with her little pussy poking through! Must take Paul down to see her before ..." Her voice trailed off musingly.

I was relieved. I had been wondering whether she was going to do anything to me for that episode. But the mention of Master Paul reminded me of something ... "Mistress," I ventured, "may I please ask another completely different question?"

"What?" she said, obviously startled from her thoughts. "Yes, what is it?"

I grinned a little shyly. "Well, I'd love to hear what you did last night while I was at Mistress Anne's!"

Her reaction gave me quite a shock! "No!" she said sharply. "How dare you?! You're a slave, remember, and what I do in my own time is no business of yours! My only obligation to you is in our agreement, and my activities last night are completely outside that. Now are you going to apologize for being impertinent and inquisitive, or will I have to whip an apology out of you?"

"No, no, please Mistress," I stammered. "I'm sorry for being so impertinent. Please forgive me!"

Her anger subsided a little, but she continued, "And I don't want you to mention it again ... ever! Understood? ... Good! Now come along, we're meeting Master Paul and Helen in a few minutes."

I followed dazedly, hardly aware of where we were going. The twinge of jealousy I'd felt yesterday suddenly grew much greater. My Mistress was right, I knew, but I'd expected at least a hint of embarrassment if she didn't want to tell me about last night. Her anger, I said to myself, shows that she feels guilty about it ... 'it', I was certain, being a night of sex with Master Paul! And what's more, I thought (somewhat irrelevantly!), her excuses for not letting me have a climax don't hold water; after all, I'd had more erotic stimulation in the last three days than I usually get in a month!

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