Holiday Slavery

H O L I D A Y

B O N D A G E

Chapter 9: Our New Owners?

After the meal two strong men entered the cell and said, "OK you two, time to go. Open up!" Knowing that resistance was quite useless, we opened our mouths to receive the gags that were tightly strapped in place. "We won't need the hoods yet," said one of our 'escorts'. "The van has no windows, so we'll put them on just before we meet the boat." I was grateful for this (and so was Helen, I was sure) ... but less so for the way they chose to move us.

Our back-to-back shackles would have made walking difficult, so they used two strong bars (padded, thank goodness!); passing them under our armpits, they simply hoisted us off the ground! Although most of our weight was borne by our shoulders, our arms had been shackled tightly enough by the chains that this caused some distinctly uncomfortable tension between our legs and (in my case) on my balls! Fortunately it was a trip of only minutes down some corridors to a waiting van. We were lifted inside and the bars under our shoulders were fastened into sockets on the walls, but low enough for us to stand quite comfortably. I realised that this was a very safe way to transport us; we couldn't fall and hurt ourselves, and we avoided the discomfort of lying on bound arms or -- worse still -- one on the other!

The drive lasted at least an hour, the last ten minutes or so along a rough winding track. Finally we stopped but, before the van was opened, Helen's and my heads were encased in thickly padded leather hoods, rendering us blind and virtually deaf as well as dumb. After a short wait -- contacting the boat, I guessed -- we were lifted out of the van into the balmy night air; some hands pushed between our bodies -- to check our identity by the padlocks, most likely -- then we were carried a short distance on level ground and down some steps (or a gangplank?) and stood on the deck of what was clearly a smallish boat.

The bars were removed from our armpits ... and I wondered how we were ever to keep our balance on a moving boat without our sight. But I needn't have worried -- obviously the 'delivery staff' weren't about to let the 'merchandise' get damaged! -- because before the boat got under way we were firmly and not uncomfortably tied to something solid ... a mast, perhaps? I briefly entertained the hope that we might be seen and rescued by a passing police patrol ... until the engine started (I felt it through my feet first, but its powerful roar even penetrated the hood!) and I guessed this boat could probably outrun any police patrol.

The voyage didn't last very long, but at high speed we must have covered quite some distance. It was a strange experience to feel the wind and spray on my naked body and yet to be unable to see or hear anything but the dull roar of the engine. Not so strange -- in fact, by now we were really quite used to it! -- was the way my naked helpless body was repeatedly, almost constantly, handled by I don't know how many pairs of hands (Helen told me later that exactly the same happened to her). And the very fact of being blind and deaf, and knowing that we were headed for a new life of complete slavery, somehow intensified the sensations caused by these hands; my cock stood out like the bowsprit of a ship, which inevitably brought even more intimate fondling by those invisible hands!

When at last we stopped, Helen and I were untied from the mast or whatever, thick ropes were passed under our armpits ... and suddenly we felt ourselves being lifted into the air; "... taking leave," I thought, "of the delivery team we never saw or heard, but certainly felt!" Not knowing how high we were or anything, this was a little scary; but it was soon over and we were lowered and steadied by several pairs of hands to stand on a solid floor again. Some hands again went to check the padlocks, but this time they fell open, freeing my wrists ... but only momentarily, because they were immediately re-fastened into what felt like ordinary handcuffs.

I felt the chain being drawn between my legs and then there was a tug on my ball-lock ... the chain was being used as a leash! Obediently but very hesitantly, I stepped forward and nearly fell over -- the trip on the launch and the lack of vision had clearly upset my balance, and the solid floor felt as if it was moving! -- but several hands steadied me as I followed the insistent tug on my cock. Presumably Helen was being led beside me, but I had no way of knowing.

After a walk of fifty yards or so, including several turns, I was made to stand still. The hands continued to hold me steady while more hands fastened cuffs on my ankles and drew my legs wide apart. Then my wrists were released from the handcuffs and pulled above my head ... and in no time I was stretched in a taut spreadeagle and no longer needed any supporting hands at all!

A short pause - during which I had a sudden moment of fear that our new owners were really cruel and that my next sensation might be the vicious slash of a big whip across my back or ...? Instead the hands came back, but now only one pair, woman's hands which proceeded to caress every inch of my naked and totally available body. My new Mistress, I said to myself, giving her new slave his first thorough inspection -- I hope she likes what she sees!

The 'inspection' took a long time -- literally every square inch of my body was touched. The fear I'd felt earlier disappeared, because the hands were gentle, even when they were pinching and prodding; and they returned constantly to my cock and balls, cleverly and insistently arousing me until my organ was rock-hard. And even when they moved behind me to inspect my back, the hands frequently reached around me or (more exciting still!) crept between my spread legs to keep my erection as hard as ever.

At last, having touched all the rest of me, my new Mistress decided to uncover my head and face. From behind, she unfastened the hood and lifted it off ... and I was completely dazzled by a bright light shining right into my eyes. Simultaneously a voice said from behind the light, "Welcome to your new home, slaves. Your Master and Mistress have looked you over and decided to keep you, and now it's time for you to meet them!" I felt the woman behind me begin to move around to my right, I turned my head ... and looked into the smiling eyes of my Mistress ... Mistress Tina ... the Mistress I'd given up hope of seeing again!

So it had been another trick of hers! Of hers? But I was certain Helen hadn't been in on this ... what about her? I turned my head to the left and there she was, tied just like I was and looking into the face of Master Paul with streaming eyes -- whether from the bright lights or from emotion, I couldn't tell.

My Mistress came right in front of me and gently but firmly pulled my head to face her. "Yes," she said quietly, "we played this trick on both of you. Maybe we did go too far this time, but we found the idea too exciting to resist and we only hope that you'll forgive us."

I felt a surge of sheer fury rising up inside me. How could she have done this to me? I wanted to scream. But suddenly, inexplicably, the rage was replaced by a wave of total relief ... that I wasn't about to start a life of permanent slavery ... that I was back with the Mistress I knew and who knew me.

She saw the play of these emotions in my eyes, but clearly she wasn't quite sure what they meant. "I'm sure you want to say something," she said, "but I want you to be patient, please. In a little while, I promise, we'll be alone together and I'll listen to anything you want to say; but first I want you to meet some friends of ours. Ready, Paul?"

From the corner of my eye I saw Master Paul smile at Helen, saying, "Yes, ready"; and then he and my Mistress stepped aside. Simultaneously the bright lights were turned off and other lights were turned up ... facing us across a large room were about fifty people! Once again Helen and I were on public display for a crowd of strangers ... but then I found (to my surprise) that I recognized some of them, particularly a few who wore the uniforms of ship's officers.

A ship's crew? We were on a ship? Suddenly I also recognized the room we were in -- it was the ballroom of the cruise ship! And some of the people were passengers with whom we'd shared the first few days of the cruise!

But something was different ... some of them (about half, in fact) were naked or nearly so, and most of these were wearing shackles of some kind and either kneeling or standing while those who were clothed were sitting in comfort. Gradually the truth began to dawn on me ....

My Mistress must have been watching my face and this time she did read my expressions correctly because she said, "Yes, slave, I think you've guessed. But now the Captain will explain everything ..."

The Captain stepped forward, looking smart and responsible in his crisp white uniform. "Yes, slave Helen and slave Peter, it's true," he said. "All the passengers on this ship are into bondage and discipline and slavery, and these activities are the whole purpose of these cruises!

"At the beginning of each cruise, if we have newcomers like yourselves on board, we have a custom of pretending to be ordinary holidaymakers until you have been 'initiated' by a few days on the island. Remember those first few days on board, how you and your Master or Mistress used to retire to your cabin after dinner to play at bondage? I gather that you, slave Peter, felt as if everyone guessed what you were doing.

"Well," he continued with a grin, "you were right, they did guess; they knew! And they were doing it too, only they were all joining in! And now that you two have been 'initiated', you and your Master and Mistress will be able to join in the fun too! So, on behalf of everyone ... welcome back on board, slaves Helen and Peter!" There was a burst of applause, which seemed quite genuine and enthusiastic, and a few cries of "Hear, hear!"

"And now," continued the Captain, "I think it's time to remove those 'visitor' shackles, Mistress Tina and Master Paul." My Mistress stepped in front of me again and her hands went to my crotch; I flinched, remembering what had been said after the auction about injury if the ball-lock wasn't removed carefully. But a moment later it fell off and my Mistress held it up for me to see; it had two keys in it and I wondered how she'd got hold of the second! She stepped aside again and handed the ball-lock to someone behind me.

"Good," said the Captain. "Now there's one more important matter: you've both been through an unusual experience today and you've had no opportunity so far to say how you feel about it. Your Master and Mistress would like to tell you their side and listen to what you have to say ... but they acknowledge your right to opt out of your slavery right now. Or, if you want to discuss it with them, you may like someone else to be present to ensure you get a fair hearing.

"So now I'll ask each of you a few questions, and I guarantee that your wishes (just nod or shake your head) will be respected. You first, slave Helen: do you want to opt out of your slavery now? ... do you want a separate cabin for the rest of the cruise to keep away from from the bondage activities and think about it? ... would you like myself, or one of my senior officers of your choice, to be present to see that your Master listens to any complaints you have? ... OK then, are you willing for your Master to take you to his cabin and tell you in his own way about today's events and listen in his own way to your reactions?"

To the first three questions Helen, with only the merest hesitation, shook her head emphatically ... and at the last one she didn't hesitate at all, but nodded very firmly, her shining eyes fixed on Master Paul. I had to admire her cheerful and obviously loving submission to everything he did to her, and I felt I just had to follow her example ... but, when the Captain turned to me, I had a sudden mischievous idea.

To his first and second questions I responded as Helen had, by shaking my head; but at the third (the one about having a ship's officer present for my complaints) I paused for a long moment before eventually nodding. Watching my Mistress' face, I could see that this worried her a little, although she tried not to show it.

"OK," acknowledged the Captain. "Now ... I'm off duty this evening. Nod if you'll accept me as your arbitrator; otherwise we'll try to find someone else to suit." I nodded, and he went on: "I think it would be best to have this discussion immediately, don't you agree, Mistress Tina? ... So unless you have a very good reason for postponing it, slave, nod your head again."

I did so, and the Captain announced to the audience that this particular entertainment was over. Master Paul and my Mistress quickly released Helen and me from our tightly stretched bondage and fastened our wrists behind us, firmly but comfortably, before leading us from the ballroom to our respective cabins. The Captain, who had excused himself to see to something, met my Mistress and me at our cabin and, as soon as the door closed behind us, he suggested some 'ground rules' for the discussion between us.

"There should be no need," he said, "for yelling or screaming, and I'll assist in restraining the first of you who tries anything like that or becomes abusive or violent. Otherwise, I'll stay in the backgound and only intervene if I think one of you isn't getting a fair hearing from the other. I won't make any decisions or rulings on anything -- you have to work out your own problems in your own way. Now, I guess the time has come to take out your gag, slave ... there! We'll wait while you get the stiffnes out of your jaw, and meanwhile -- do you agree to these suggestions, Mistress Tina, and are there any other conditions you'd like?"

"No, that's all fine by me," responded my Mistress; she was clearly still nervous about what I might say, and I think she just wanted to get on with it!

The Captain turned to me and asked, "If your mouth is ready to behave, there are a couple of questions you may wish to answer first. One is: do you want the handcuffs off your wrists?"

I'd been working my jaw to ease the stiffness of several hours with the gag, and I was able to answer: "Yes please, sir."

While my Mistress removed the handcuffs, he went on: "And would you like to put some clothes on? Being naked, you might feel at a disadvantage in the discussions with your Mistress."

"No thank you, sir," I replied. "I'm getting very used to being naked all the time. But," I smiled mischievously, "perhaps my Mistress could take her clothes off to make us equal?"

"No!" said the Captain firmly. "I won't ask her to do that. Either you wear clothes, or we all stay as we are. The offer's still open, but I won't wait all night while you decide about that or any other requests you may have before getting down to business ... well?"

I hesitated just a few moments (as if I was considering asking to wear clothes), then said "I'm sorry, sir, for making such an improper suggestion. I think I should stay as I am. And my only other request is: would you leave my Mistress and me alone now, please?"

"What?" he and my Mistress said together, obviously taken aback. "But you indicated you wanted someone to 'referee' your complaints with Mistress Tina," he continued. "Why the sudden change?"

"No change really, sir," I explained with a grin. "I just wanted to scare my Mistress a little and make her wonder what my complaints would be. Really, sir, I do trust her to listen to them very fairly -- and I have hardly any complaints anyway!"

"Well, I'll be damned," grunted the Captain. "But now I'm not sure if you can be trusted -- maybe this was just a ploy to be left alone with your Mistress without shackles, and you're planning to overpower her and get revenge for what happened to you. Mistress Tina, if I leave you alone with your slave, do you want him shackled again?"

Before my Mistress could answer, I spoke up urgently: "Please sir, I want you to be sure I'm sincere. Please tie my hands again!" And I turned my back to him, presenting my wrists crossed behind my back.

There was a short silence, during which my Mistress watched the Captain over my shoulder and nodded and shook her head once or twice. Then his voice behind me said, "I think I'll take up your offer - if only to impress on you that I don't like my time being wasted by the little games of slaves like you!" He tied my wrists together expertly, tight without real discomfort, then said with more than a hint of humour in his voice, "Let's make quite sure you can't leap up and attack your Mistress - on your knees, slave!" I obeyed and he proceeded to tie the other end of the rope to my ankles.

Meanwhile my Mistress and I looked at each other wordlessly. Her earlier uncertainty about what I wanted to say was replaced by a look of combined affection, trust ... and confidence that I still trusted her. There was also a hint of amused respect at the little trick I'd played on her ... and, although I had the feeling that she'd tease me in return with threats of dire punishment for it, I was quite confident she wouldn't really hold it against me.

"There!" said the Captain, coming around beside me. "That should keep him under control, Mistress Tina. If you want my advice," he continued with a broad grin, "you'll just nudge him over onto his face when you've finished and he can spend the night in a nice hogtie. And one last thing ..." he reached down and pinched both my nipples -- hard! "... his little game made me cancel my plans for a very enjoyable evening with my favourite slave, so I suggest it would only be fair for your slave to spend a while with me sometime to make up for it!" My Mistress laughingly agreed and he left, leaving us looking at each other, not quite sure what to say.

"Well," said my Mistress quietly, "I guess we should start with your complaints ..."

"First, Mistress," I said seriously, "I have an apology to make rather than a complaint. I've behaved badly over the last few days, partly because I felt you were being unfair in not allowing me to have an orgasm, but mostly because I was jealous. You see, I thought that you and Master Paul spent the night together when I was at Mistress Anne's and that obviously you made love. I know I've got no right to stop you screwing other men, but that doesn't stop me feeling jealous! So I made a protest by letting Helen make love to me... Anyway, Helen told me today what you really did that night and now I'm sorry I jumped to conclusions and then misbehaved because I guessed wrong."

"I told Helen not to tell you about that!" said my Mistress angrily. "The little bitch! I'll have her skin for this tomorrow!"

"No, Mistress, please!" I begged her. "Don't blame Helen. She did keep her word, even though I tried several times to get her to tell me. But today she thought -- we both thought -- we'd never see you again, so there didn't seem any point in keeping your secret any longer. You see that, don't you, Mistress?"

"Yes, you're right," she conceded after a moment. "I hadn't thought of it in quite that way. But I will tease her a little for being a gossip, I think. So you thought I'd been screwing Master Paul, did you? That explains a lot -- I never could understand why you were so upset about me not letting you come until I chose to, or just about me refusing to tell you what I did that night. How much did Helen tell you about that night, anyway?"

"A lot, Mistress," I smiled. "It took her well over an hour. And now that I know most of it, would you mind very much if I said I'd just love to hear your version of it?"

"No, I don't mind -- not now," she replied. "But I don't want to tell you yet; I'm not quite sure yet how I feel about it and I don't want you getting any ideas, because I get so much fun out of being your Mistress. No hard feelings, but no promises just yet. Fair enough?"

"OK, Mistress," I said. "But speaking of getting ideas: Helen told me something that you don't know. Apparently Master Paul told her afterwards that he quite fancies the idea of having two female slaves to play with even if just for a day or so, and that you'd do nicely as the second!"

"Oh, he does, does he?" exclaimed my Mistress in surprise. "Well, he'll be lucky! I have no intention at all of 'switch-hitting', as they call it, for the rest of this cruise. Anything else I should know about?"

I thought for a moment. "I don't think so, Mistress. But I do have one small request you may be kind enough to grant: Helen said how careful you were not to let yourself be marked where it would be seen and I must admit that, until she mentioned it, I wasn't really aware that I haven't seen your lovely body since that night, not even to bathe you! Would it be terribly impertinent of me to ask if I could see any marks that are still left?"

"Yes, very impertinent," she replied with mock severity. "But I'll overlook it this time." She stood up and quickly stripped, until her lovely slim and shapely body was naked to my adoring eyes. "And you'll not only see the marks ... I want you to kiss every square inch of me that was whipped; you can start with my left breast ..."

I obeyed willingly; as she bent over me I covered her beautiful firm tits with kisses, especially where a few faint marks from the 'cat' remained, then moved on to her belly where I had to run my tongue gently along a weal that was still quite tender. Next she turned her back and I had to plant kisses on the generous curves of her buttocks; "... all over," she said, "because I can't see where the marks are!"

One thing led to another (as the saying goes) and before long she'd bent forward and my mouth was pressed to her lush pussy and my tongue was busy on her clit. She came quite quickly and, when she'd caught her breath, she said contentedly, "Ah yes, it is good to have you back, slave ... especially that tongue of yours! Now I think it's time I gave you the whole story of your 'abduction' and 'auction' ... unless you've thought of any other complaints?"

"No, Mistress," I replied. "Please tell me everything. One thing does bother me, though; how could you be sure that the fake abduction wouldn't turn into a real one? It's all over now and nothing did go wrong, thank goodness, but were you really keeping your promise not to let things get out of control?"

"We were as sure as we could possibly be," said my Mistress. "Maybe not quite 100 percent, but very nearly. Let me start at the beginning ..." She told me how the idea had come to her the very first night we were on the island ... how she'd discussed it with Mistress Anne before she even showed me to her, and how Mistress Anne wanted to 'borrow' me to be sure she could make the 'auction' convincing ... how our meeting up with Master Paul and Helen had complicated matters (new Masters and Mistresses were encouraged to try not to meet up with each other, in case their slaves guessed the truth about the ship) ... how she and Master Paul had spent most of last night arranging things ... how they'd told the Slave Squad what they wanted to do and asked for their help in ensuring nothing went wrong ... how one of the 'proxies' at the auction was a Slave Squad officer, and the men who drove us to the boat, and the boat was actually a police launch!

"You never realised, I'm sure," she concluded, "that Master Paul and I were never far away. We watched the auction from Mistress Anne's private room overlooking her dungeon -- and we were very proud of the way you both behaved yourselves! And we followed your van in another car ... and we even came back here on the launch with you! You never guessed, did you, that some of the hands fondling you were ours!

"And there's one more thing that you probably still don't know; the auction was real, in the sense that some bidders thought you were really for sale for permanent slavery (that sort of thing does happen, which is why the Slave Squad exists!). Not, of course, the proxy who bought you -- he's the slave of another passenger on the ship, and he was told to simply outbid all the others. And how about the price they bid? Just think, Mistress Anne could have made an enormous profit! ... and what if Master Paul and I had decided we preferred the money? Don't worry, we were never tempted; we care for you too much!"

During her story she encouraged me to tell her of my thoughts and feelings while Helen and I had been on the other side of things. We discussed these freely and frankly; her concern and readiness to apologize quickly dissipated any last bad feelings I had. When she finally asked if I had any more complaints, I replied honestly: "No, Mistress, I'm just glad to be back with you, and especially grateful that you weren't tempted by the profit you could have made. It was a bit scary at times, but I'll be quite honest ... sometimes the idea of permanent full-time slavery did get me very excited. I guess I'm just a born slave!"

"I'm so glad you are!" cried my Mistress and she gave me a long bear-hug and an equally long and loving kiss. "And now that we've sorted everything out between us, I think it's time I gave you a little reward for taking this practical joke so well!"

We didn't get to sleep until very late! We talked a bit more, but mainly my Mistress made love to me. She untied me, but left one ankle shackled with a long chain ("You're my slave again now, OK?" she grinned, "and I'm not about to let you get away easily!"). My hands and lips and tongue explored every inch of her lovely body, and her hands did the same to mine. My mouth spent a lot of time buried in the dark thatch of her pussy (she had several orgasms!); best of all, she allowed my eager cock to bury its length deep in her tight wet cunt!

I had two climaxes before falling asleep in my Mistress' arms. Later I woke briefly and found myself on a pallet, shackled; but I knew I was back with my Mistress and soon drifted off again into contented sleep.

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