Holiday Slavery

H O L I D A Y

B O N D A G E

Chapter 11: Appetiser, Dinner and Show.

Late in the afternoon we were sought out by the Captain, who said to my Mistress, "Would it be convenient for me to borrow your slave now, as we agreed last night? I've just come off duty from the bridge, we have over an hour before dinner and I have something I'd like him to do for me."

My Mistress smilingly agreed -- after ensuring that I was willing -- and he produced from his pocket a pair of handcuffs. "May I?" he asked; at her nod he fitted them to my wrists behind my back and gave her the key, saying, "I'll return him to you at dinner -- this evening I've requested your company at my table. Now come along, slave."

From another pocket he took out a chain leash and two spring-loaded clamps, which he clipped to my nipples, and led me away. On the way to his cabin he told me that last night, after I'd asked him to 'referee' a discussion with my Mistress, he'd 'lent' his favourite slave to another officer for the night. "And when you decided you didn't need me after all," he continued, "I couldn't very well just ask him to return her.

"But I didn't feel like spending the night with a slave from the free pool. So this morning I was feeling a bit frustrated and I took it out on her; it's her day off today, but I don't think she's enjoyed it a great deal!" We'd reached his cabin; he opened the door and led me inside, saying, "Slave Peter, meet slave Nicole!"

I remembered the name Nicole from the first days of the cruise, and the girl it belonged to. She would have been hard to forget -- a tall slim young woman with an exquisitely beautiful face and light auburn hair that fell down her back almost to her knees. She'd always had a lovely smile for everyone in her very public job as receptionist in the Purser's office.

Her face was still recognizable but otherwise I'd hardly have known her now. She was spreadeagled stark naked on the bed, her lovely tanned body contrasting the white of the sheet, and her hair seemed to cover half the bed as it lay in disarray around her.

"Hello slave-girl," the Captain greeted her. "Been having fun?"

"Not much, Captain, sir," she replied, but her smile was still bright. "I've only come once, and that damn vibrator seems to know just how to tantalise me!"

"You see," the Captain explained to me, "slave Nicole has been here since I left this morning for my watch on the bridge and to keep her amused I left this ..." he reached down and drew a large vibrator out of her pussy "... connected to a random time-switch. So she's tired and stiff and frustrated ... like I was last night. And since you caused it, you have a little debt to both of us, don't you?"

As he spoke, he was untying Nicole and helping her to sit up and then stand, supporting her until some of her stiffness was eased. "I'm going to have a quick shower and dress for dinner," he told her. "You may amuse yourself with slave Peter here but I don't want you putting his tongue to work until I come back. And perhaps you should start brushing out your hair, too."

I'd be happy to let the lovely Nicole 'amuse herself' with me any day, let me tell you! First she ran her hands quickly over my naked body, then she made me lie on the bed, face up and resting on my handcuffed arms, while she leaned over me and began brushing that incredibly long hair. It trailed all over me and its touch was so erotic that my cock was soon rock-hard; occasionally her hands strayed down to fondle it, and she was obviously getting quite excited.

The Captain returned soon and said to Nicole, "OK, give me the brush. Now ... I borrowed slave Peter to give you some compensation for your discomfort and frustration today, so I want you to use him ... and that's an order!"

"Yessir, Captain," replied Nicole briskly but with a wide smile. She climbed up on the bed, straddled my naked torso with her long smooth thighs, and looked down at me with one of her lovely smiles. "This will be fun, won't it, Peter?" she said ... and thrust her pussy against my mouth.

It was fun too -- for me because I do enjoy using my tongue and mouth on a woman's cunt and clit, especially while helplessly bound -- and even more for her because her day's bondage, with the vibrator turning on and off in her cunt, must have aroused her to a level where she could come almost at will! She came at least a dozen times, raising her pussy from my mouth now and then for a short break but almost immediately pushing it back down with little cries of ecstasy. I was vaguely aware of the Captain moving around us, watching, caressing Nicole's lovely body, brushing out her long long hair ... sometimes even fondling my cock to keep up its erection; but mainly I concentrated on the job my tongue was expected to do.

When he decided it was time to stop, the Captain had to physically lift Nicole from my mouth and hold her tight while her current orgasm subsided. "We'll be late for dinner," he told her gently. "You go sponge yourself down --we'll leave your hair free tonight -- while I do a few things with slave Peter. I have an idea for a dramatic entrance tonight."

"Ooh lovely, sir!" said Nicole, her eyes sparkling, and went into the bathroom.

"You did a good job of curing her frustrations, slave," the Captain said to me as he fastened cuffs and a short chain to my ankles. "As for my frustrations ... well, we're running late for dinner so I'll pass up what I had in mind; in any case, when slave Nicole is in the sexy mood you've helped to put her in, she'll fix my frustrations extremely well ... later!"

He continued talking as he tied a strong cord very tightly around the base of my still hard cock, then added several equally tight loops along its shaft. "What I'm doing now is preparing you for a 'Captains's entrance'. I've established a little personal tradition, that it's a Captain's privilege to arrive late for dinner occasionally; and I try on these occasions to add a touch of the theatrical or comic to the shackles of the slaves I bring with me!

"The regulars will have noticed already that I'm late, and they'll be wondering whether I have something new for tonight ... and I have! The crew slaves who are there will be disappointed that they aren't making an entrance with me, because it's become quite a status symbol among them. And it won't surprise you to know that slave Nicole features quite regularly -- she's lovely, isn't she? ... There, that's you ready!" he concluded, strapping into my mouth a large gag with an enormous imitation cock protruding from it.

Just then Nicole emerged from the bathroom, looking fresh and even lovelier, and asked, "How do you want me, Captain, sir?" It took the Captain only moments to fit her wrists with cuffs joined by a six-inch bar and to pass a cord from that bar between her legs to the end of the cord on my cock. He fitted nipple-rings on Nicole -- I only noticed then that the nipples of her small but beautifully shaped tits were pierced -- and a leash and led us off to the dining room.

As we walked along I thought, "This set-up is certainly unusual, but I don't see the point of this 'cock' sticking out of my mouth; it just makes me feel ridiculous." But, just before we actually entered the dining room, the Captain made an adjustment: he made me kneel and tied a cord between my handcuffs and my ankle chain so that I had to stay on my knees. He opened the door and walked through slowly and Nicole followed, obeying the tug of the leash on her nipples. I in turn obeyed the insistent pull of the cord on my cock ... and then I understood -- the large 'cock' protruded from my mouth at just the level of Nicole's provocatively swaying hips!

Helen told me later, giggling, (she was watching from the main floor of the room) that I looked as if I was trying desperately to push the 'cock' between Nicole's legs. That particular thought wasn't in my mind at that moment -- although I have to admit that I'd like to push almost anything between Nicole's legs at any time! But I was acutely conscious that, with every awkward step my knees took, the 'cock' made contact with Nicole's buttocks or thighs through the luxurious curtain of her hair!

The Captain led us right across the front of the platform on which 'his' table stood, then back to the centre. The first diners to notice us began to applaud and soon everyone was clapping ... none louder than my Mistress who was sitting in the obviously coveted place beside the Captain's empty chair. Raising his hands to quieten them, the Captain said, "Good evening, ladies and gentlemen ... and slaves. Thank you for your appreciation of our little procession. Slave Nicole you all know and is as beautiful as ever; and this is slave Peter, whom I now return to his Mistress with thanks for the short loan. Mistress Tina, slave Nicole would also like to thank you."

I swear that he hadn't 'coached' Nicole, but with hardly any hesitation she said clearly, "Thank you, Mistress Tina, for the use of your slave's tongue. As I'm sure you know, it's very talented ... much better than the thing he's been trying to push into me for the last few minutes!" The room erupted with laughter, and I think I turned the colour of beetroot down to the soles of my feet!

Before taking his seat, the Captain made some further adjustments; passing the leash from Nicole's nipples over her shoulders, he attached it to the cord from her wrists (after untying it from my cock). He told her that she was to keep a little tension on her nipples all the time ... which of course meant that the cord between her legs would also be pressing on her clit and crotch!

Finally, he removed the gag and its protrusion from my mouth, then handed the keys of my handcuffs to my Mistress, saying, "The keys, as I promised; but would you humour me and not remove them yet ..." Leaning across the table, he whispered something to her ... and I guessed from her delighted assent that another surprise was in store for me.

What was in store was dinner! Or, rather, the manner of eating it! My Mistress and the Captain fed Nicole by placing food in a bowl on the table; with her hands fastened as they were, she had to bend down and eat directly from the bowl. And she had to feed me too -- by picking up morsels of food and putting them right in my mouth! With the cord between her legs holding her hands just above her crotch, I virtually had to eat my dinner out of her fragrant pussy!

It was by far the most unusual meal I've ever eaten ... and the most humiliating! But the humiliation itself excited my very submissive nature and my cock in its tight cords stayed hard throughout. Nicole found it exciting too, I could tell -- not only by her sparkling eyes and rapid breathing, but also by the strength of the fragrance from her pussy that I inhaled with every mouthful! The other diners, of course, loved it! And during the dessert of delicious fresh fruit the Captain arranged something extra ... extra fascinating for them, extra humiliating for us.

Clearing a space on the table, he had Nicole and me lifted up so that we could be seen even better. Adjusting the cord through Nicole's crotch so that it passed alongside her cunt lips rather than between them, he asked my Mistress to peel a large banana and hold it vertically on the table between Nicole's legs ... and ordered Nicole to lower herself towards it!

She showed remarkable suppleness as she spread her knees wider and wider and bent them lower and lower -- to a steadily increasing slow handclap -- until the lips of her cunt touched the tip of the banana. Spreading her already opened lips with his fingers, the Captain made her lower still further until all but an inch or so of the banana was inside her.

"Good," he said. "Now stand up and feed slave Peter his dessert... and do it slowly, please!" I had to eat the banana directly out of Nicole's cunt! I couldn't even get enough grip on the little that protruded to pull it out, so I had to wait for Nicole to use her vaginal muscles to push it out... very slowly, in obedience to the Captain's order. And to the enormous delight of the watching diners, she climaxed as (my nose pressing on her clit) I drew the last of the banana out.

After dinner the Captain said to my Mistress, "Your presentation on your slave's abduction will be on a little later, isn't that right? Could you please reserve a place for me and my slave? I don't want to miss it, but just at the moment you must excuse me -- slave Nicole and I have a little appointment!" He took the leash connected to Nicole's nipple rings and led her away; and I had the distinct feeling that she could hardly wait for whatever he had in mind!

My Mistress unlocked my handcuffs (at last!) and removed the tight cords from my cock. As all the passengers made their way to the various activities they'd chosen for the evening, we met up with Master Paul and Helen and decided to have a last rehearsal for our 'presentation'. As it happened, the room we were to use was unoccupied, so we were able to ensure that we had all the right props and other things.

Our audience started to arrive about 15 minutes before we were due to start, and among the first were the Captain and slave Nicole, both looking very relaxed. They joined us at the front of the room; my Mistress and Master Paul chatted with the Captain, and Nicole was allowed to talk to Helen and me. I commented on her look of contentment and asked if she might tell us the reason.

She blushed a little but smiled prettily and said, "Well, your performance before dinner with your tongue, Peter, plus the fun during dinner, really had my Captain excited. He took me to the officers' bondage room and tied me in what we call the 'hammock'; ships always have hammocks, you know! I was suspended horizontally with my legs spread so far apart I thought I was about to split. Then he undressed -- he has a really handsome body, and such a lovely big cock!

"First he stood by my head," she continued, "and made me suck him while he played with my tits and belly and pussy. He loves draping my hair and trailing its ends over me -- like I did with you, Peter -- and I love it too! Then he moved down between my legs and gave me a right royal fucking!

"When he's in this mood, he likes to thrust so hard that I actually bounce off him when his cock 'hits bottom' (as he calls it)! Sometimes he lets me swing right off on one thrust, then times the next one to meet me swinging back, and it feels as if his cock is coming out of the top of my head. Or else he holds me tight (by my tits or even using my hair) while he drills me like a jack-hammer! And when he comes ... he's so big and long, I could swear I can taste his juice at the back of my throat!

"I love it!" she confided with an almost conspiratorial grin. "I always had a fantasy about being brutally raped while helpless to resist -- it's the main reason I became a slave -- and now I have that fantasy fulfilled regularly ... and I know he's not really going to hurt me! I must admit, though," she confessed a little wryly, "I'm a bit sore right now ... and I've a strong suspicion that tonight or tomorrow morning he'll make me braid my hair!"

Helen and I had no opportunity to learn what she meant by this last remark, because just then my Mistress and Master Paul came to take us 'back-stage' and the Captain to take Nicole to their places. They noticed our expressions of excited interest and our rapid breathing; my Mistress and Master Paul looked at Helen and me quizzically, but the Captain only said drily, "I suspect my slave's been regaling them with all the details of what we've been doing since dinner. With gossips for slaves, there's no privacy on this ship ... not even for the Captain!" Nicole blushed but grinned at him cheekily; my Mistress and Master Paul laughed delightedly and agreed that they knew exactly what he meant!

The room was not a very large one and it was filled to overflowing with Masters and Mistresses and their slaves, off-duty officers and their slave crew members. Our 'show' was briefly introduced by the lady officer who had fitted it into the schedule; she mentioned that many of the audience had been present at our 'welcome aboard' the previous evening, and that the rest had obviously heard about the 'abduction' and wanted to hear more. Then she introduced us with "... Mistress Tina and slave Peter!"

My Mistress led me into the spotlight with a firm grip on my cock. My wrists were loosely fastened behind my back and she made me kneel in front of her facing the audience as she told of our arrival on the island and of her (genuine!) surprise at the amount needed for my bond. "I didn't have that sort of money with me," she said, "but fortunately I knew Mistress Anne. In fact, it was through correspondence with her that I heard of this cruise. And she was happy to lend me the bond."

She went on to tell how she'd suddenly had the idea for my 'abduction' ... when Mistress Anne had told of the prices slaves could fetch on the black market. Mistress Anne liked the idea (on condition that her trial of me would confirm that I would attract genuine offers) and she played a big part in obtaining the Slave Squad's co-operation. So my Mistress' plans were laid; "... but then," she concluded, "we met up with Master Paul and slave Helen!"

Master Paul led Helen on stage and made her kneel beside me, then took up the story: when my Mistress told him of her plan, after Mistress Anne borrowed me and confirmed that it would proceed, he'd wondered whether Helen could be included. Mistress Anne was able to agree 'sight unseen', because the Slave Squad confirmed Helen's potential value -- "... for obvious reasons!" smiled Master Paul, leaning down and running his hands lovingly over her gorgeous tits. And things were made even easier for us -- it was obvious our slaves were rather fond of each other!" On cue, Helen and I looked at each other and smiled ... and (not in our 'script'!) we both blushed like shy teenageers!

"The final details," Master Paul went on, "were completed during the evening and night these two spent in a slave prison cell. Next morning we collected them and went for a walk, promising them all sorts of exciting events. Little did they know! And they made things very easy for the abductors ..." As he spoke, Helen and I stood up and the four of us moved to one side of the stage, where Helen and I re-enacted our kiss, naked bodies pressed firmly together. "... and outside one shop," finished Master Paul, "they disappeared!"

From this point on, our little drama attempted to re-enact the events as well as narrating them. My Mistress and Master Paul threw a light cloth over Helen and me and half-carried us to the other side of the stage; Helen screamed (softly!) and I told how we'd been scared but not terrified because we suspected another 'game'. I described our arrival at Mistress Anne's, then Helen took up the story, describing our 'interview' and (in some detail) her 'inspection' by Mistress Anne -- my Mistress acting the part of Mistress Anne and running her hands appropriately over Helen's naked body.

Helen and I moved back into the shadows as my Mistress related her and Master Paul's talk with Mistress Anne. She commented on Mistress Anne's superb acting: "I was glad I had my back to the slaves," she admitted, "because I'm sure my face would have given the game away!" And as she and Master Paul moved aside again, I chimed in with "Helen and I had to admire Mistress Anne's acting too; she certainly convinced us that we would really be sold, and that my Mistress and Master Paul knew nothing about it!

"We spent the time before the auction," I continued, "talking about various things, but mostly we were wondering what our new permanent Master or Mistress (or both!) would be like. We discussed whether we could do anything to attract the sort of buyer we'd like, and we decided it would be best to behave as humbly and obediently as possible." To my surprise (and pleasure, I must admit!) this brought a smattering of applause and approving murmurs from the audience.

I went on to describe the auction itself. My Mistress and Master Paul arranged us in the same position, our arms high above our heads and our legs spread wide, then 'inspected' us like the buyers I was describing. I told the audience about the two slave 'proxies' who also inspected us, about Mistress Anne's introductory remarks and about her reactions to the early bidding. "Then suddenly one of the proxies bid ...," I said and paused, trying to be dramatic.

"Four thousand!" came a voice from the audience! I hesitated, and looked at my Mistress for guidance. She was obviously as surprised as I was, but she recovered quickly and glanced at me with her finger on her lips ... because from the audience a naked man stepped forward, whom I recognized instantly as the slave 'proxy' who had 'bought' us at the auction!

Unlike yesterday, he was well and truly shackled with his arms behind his back and a short chain hobbling his ankles. He stood to one side of our little tableau and said, "If you'll permit me, Mistress Tina and Master Paul, I'll tell my side of the auction." Receiving a nod from them, he went on, "Masters and Mistresses and slaves, my Mistress volunteered me to bid on behalf of some mysterious Master and Mistress, and I really did enjoy it. Unlike the other buyers, I had no limit to worry about, so I was able to tease them a little.

"My $4,000 bid livened things up a bit," he grinned. "But by the time the bidding reached $8,000 there were only three of us left, and at $10,000 only two. I (and Mistress Anne, of course!) tried to coax the other up to $12,000 and beyond, but he eventually conceded at $11,850. Not a bad price for a pair of newcomers, eh?" He briefly described his conversation with Mistress Anne after the auction and closed with "Thank you, Mistress Tina and Master Paul, for allowing me to contribute to your little drama. If I may, I'll just wait in the wings while the main characters continue."

Master Paul nodded to Helen to take up the story. While she told the audience of our return to the cell and our conversations there, my Mistress and Master Paul released us from the 'auction' pose and fitted us with chains exactly as had happened yesterday. Then they popped balls in our mouths and loose hoods over our heads as Master Paul described our trip by van and boat to our (as he put it) "... mysterious new owners!"

"They looked wonderful," he said, "tied to the mast of the police launch, their hair flying in the wind as we sped across the water! We -- and the whole crew -- couldn't resist giving their naked bodies a good feel!" ... and he and my Mistress suited their actions to his words! "It was a pity they couldn't see themselves," he continued, "but they can tell you how they felt ... slave Helen!" and he plucked the ball from Helen's mouth.

"It was very strange," she said almost musingly, "to be blind, deaf and dumb and helplessy shackled on a boat obviously travelling very fast. I was a bit frightened, too, but I think the hands fondling my body took away some of the fear. After all, that was something quite familiar by now!" she joked, and was rewarded by a peal of laughter from the audience. "Of course," she continued after a pause, "I had no idea at all that Mistress Tina and Master Paul were on board and joining in the fondling!"

"You weren't supposed to, silly!" remarked Master Paul as he re-inserted the ball. "That would have spoilt the suspense, wouldn't it? And so to the climax (excuse my choice of word!) of our little drama -- our poor captives arrived at their destination, not for a moment guessing that it was the ship they'd left a few days ago. Many of you were here to watch, but for those who weren't: they were brought into the ballroom and arranged for 'inspection' by their mysterious new owners..."

He and my Mistress 'arranged' Helen and me, stretching us in a tight spread-eagle like last evening, and re-enacted our 'inspection' in some detail! Inevitably, my cock reacted just as it had then, not only from the exciting touch of my Mistress' hands but also from the memories of how I'd felt at the time. As if he was reading my mind, Master Paul took the ball from my mouth and said, "Tell the people how you were feeling, slave Peter!"

This was un-rehearsed, but I thought quickly. "Excited as hell!" I said. "I can't see my cock, but it feels as if it's showing just that. At the same time, I was still wondering what our new owners would be like and how they would treat us ... but I also knew that any Mistress who could 'inspect' a new slave with such erotic caresses couldn't be all bad!"

A moment later the coverings over Helen's and my heads were removed as Master Paul described "... the moment when the slaves first saw their new owners and (surprise! surprise!) they were none other than their old owners. I'm sure you'd all love to know what they thought at that moment -- you first, slave Helen." Again he removed the ball from Helen's mouth.

"Relief!" said Helen fervently. "Just plain, simple, incredible relief! And joy at seeing my Master Paul again, and knowing that things would be just like before. I didn't really understand what had happened - I think I thought he'd rescued me from permanent slavery and I was almost overcome with love for him." And there were real tears in her eyes as she smiled at Master Paul.

"And you, slave Peter?" asked my Mistress. "Tell the people how you felt."

"At first, I must admit, I was very very angry," I said quietly. "But to my amazement this lasted only a moment and then, like slave Helen, I felt relief and happiness to be back with my adored Mistress. And later, when she explained how carefully they'd planned and carried out this joke on us, I wondered how I could ever have been so angry."

"As I'm sure is obvious to you all," continued my Mistress, "both slave Helen and slave Peter have forgiven us for our elaborate practical joke and are still willing to be our slaves. And I, for one, can't tell you how happy that makes me!" She turned to face me, put her arms around my neck and kissed me slowly and very thoroughly ... to a burst of applause and cries of "Hear! Hear!" and "Good for you, slave Peter!"

Afterwards, she and Master Paul announced "... the end of our little story. Thank you for your interest and attention. Also, we want to thank Mistress Erica for lending us her slave, who so cleverly outbid the other buyers without them ever suspecting they were being conned. Mistress Erica!"

The lady who stepped from the audience was petite, if not downright tiny! She had a fragile, china-doll look about her and I found it impossible to imagine her as a Mistress. And her soft musical voice only reinforced this impression when she spoke: "It was a pleasure, Mistress Tina and Master Paul! And my slave did do rather well, didn't he?" The audience gave us all a warm ovation and the 'show' was over.

My Mistress and Master Paul made as if to untie Helen and me, but Mistress Erica stopped them. "It occurs to me," she said, "that my slave and I have a small apology to make to slave Helen and slave Peter, for being a party to this clever practical joke. And with them tied the way they are, I know just how we can apologize ... with your permission, of course?"

My Mistress and Master Paul nodded smilingly. Hardly raising her voice, Mistress Erica said sharply, "Slave! Here!" ... and suddenly I didn't need to imagine her as a Mistress; she was one! The steel in her soft voice was enough to make me jump even in my tight bonds, and her slave instantly came and knelt where her finger was pointing ... right in front of Helen!

"Suck pussy!" was her next quiet order, and her slave obeyed; he buried his mouth in Helen's blond thatch, opened so invitingly by her wide-spread legs, and quite soon she was murmuring in pleasure. Meanwhile Mistress Erica turned to me, took my cock in both her hands and began to stroke it with great skill.

A few minutes later my eyes were closed as the touch of her hands on my rigid organ brought me towards a climax ... when suddenly my Mistress whispered in my ear, "If you don't want to come in front of an audience, slave, just say so and I'll ask Mistress Erica to stop." I opened my eyes and saw that a large number of the Masters and Mistresses had remained, with their slaves, to watch this 'encore'!

But there was no way I wanted Mistress Erica to stop! I didn't care if everybody saw me! Everything had been so much fun since I'd been re-united with my Mistress that I was willing to let her do anything with me; I smiled at her but, with my arousal approaching the 'point of no return," I could only say, "No, don't stop, please Mistress Erica ... oh, that feels so good!"

A few seconds later I abandoned myself to the ecstasy of my orgasm. As I arched my naked body and instinctively thrust my hips forward and my purple cock spurted its hot liquid, a part of me was ashamed at the spectacle I must have made in full view of several dozen people ... but it was a small part only! I was much more conscious of the pleasure concentrated in my jerking prick, a pleasure enormously intensified by the tightness of my bonds and the wonderful feeling of helplessness they gave!

Mistress Erica was milking the last drops from my cock, now as limp as I felt myself, when Helen threw her head back and screamed softly. Her lovely naked body writhed in her spreadeagled bonds as her climax reached its crest ... and the audience clapped softly (I would have too, if I could!). Mistress Erica and her slave moved away from Helen and me and watched as we both caught our breath and 'came down to earth'.

"Consider yourselves apologized to!" smiled Mistress Erica. On our owners' instructions, Helen and I thanked her and her slave and she replied, "We enjoyed it to, didn't we, slave?"

She paused, clearly considering a new thought. "On the other hand," she continued, "perhaps you owe us a small debt of gratitude, too -- without us, you might now be permanent, full-time slaves! With your owners' permission, I'd like to have you to myself for a few hours sometime before this cruise ends, and I'm sure we could find a way for you to show your gratitude!"

Looking into her smiling eyes, I was sure we could, too! My Mistress and Master Paul agreed readily and, when we were asked, both Helen and I said, "Yes please, Mistress Erica, and we'll try very hard to show how grateful we are!"

Later that night in our cabin, my Mistress said, "Well, you're a bit of an exhibitionist, aren't you? I think you quite enjoyed your first 'public' orgasm. Now, does your willingness tonight mean that I can make you come in front of an audience whenever I want, or do you expect me to ask you beforehand every time?"

I thought about that for a minute, then tried to describe to her what I'd felt at the time. "... and the humiliation made the pleasure even more intense," I finished, "or maybe it was the other way round! Anyway, Mistress, you can do that to me any time in front of that sort of audience. I promise I won't object at all!"

"I'm very glad you feel that way," she said with a warm smile. "Because," she went on, her smile suddenly fading, "I had already taken your 'agreement' this evening to apply to all future occasions. If you'd answered differently just now, you would have had a very big argument on your hands! What's more, if you had managed to persuade me to change my mind -- which I doubt very much! -- I would have insisted on a pretty severe penalty every single time. Not for actually coming in public, mind you, but simply because you expect to be asked for your agreement... when it should be my decision, and mine alone.

"And one more thing," she was still serious. "Your agreement to climaxing in public will also apply, from now on, to screwing in public. No, not a word, slave!" she added sharply, as my mouth opened almost involuntarily. "I'm making a statement, not asking a question. After all, I don't see any big difference between -- in front of an audience or not -- your cock spurting its juice over the floor, or deep inside the pussy of a naked slave-girl. Not inside my pussy or any other Mistress' pussy, of course: naturally, no Mistress would allow herself to be humiliated so deeply... that's just for slaves."

Now her tone became even firmer, and there was a steely glint in her eyes. "What I'm saying, if I haven't made myself perfectly clear yet, is this: on the strength of your agreement earlier this evening, plus your enthusiastic (shall we say?) invitation a minute ago, for me 'to do that to you any time in front of an audience' -- those were your words, I think -- I'm now taking the right, as your Mistress, to order you or force you -- in tight bondage, if necessary -- to actually have sexual intercourse with any slave-girl I might choose... publicly, in front of any audience I might choose. Now, slave, is that quite clear? And remember, I'm not asking for your agreement; I only want to know if you understand the way one small part of your slavery is going to be from now on. Yes, or no?"

I could tell from her tone and look that there was no way I could change her mind. If I really objected, I would have no choice but to say the words that would end our Mistress/slave relationship... permanently. And if I didn't want that, then there was only one answer I could give -- after all, she had made herself quite clear, hadn't she? In actual fact, it took me no time at all to reply.

"Yes, Mistress Tina," I said humbly, "I do understand. Thank you for making it so clear." Then, almost without thinking, I found myself blurting, "And now, Mistress, you can see I'm excited again ..." (my cock was rock hard!) "... may I please come again -- just privately, between you and me?"

"What? Three times in one day?" exclaimed my Mistress with a broad grin. "Are you sure you can stand it -- after your days of abstinence?" But soon she had me kneeling over her lovely naked body and she was using her clever hands (mine had been tightly tied behind my back for some time!) quite roughly, but very erotically, on my swollen member.

My inevitable climax led inevitably to our little ritual of me licking my semen from her body, and from there to her equally inevitable climax ... or rather, climaxes! ... following the eager attentions of my tongue and lips.

It was quite late when she settled me down for the night, tied not too uncomfortably on my pallet, and turned out the light. I remember thinking (just before sleep quickly overtook me): "Tonight, of all nights, there's no need for my hands to be tied away from my cock. After three climaxes today, I don't think I could bring myself off if I wanted to!"

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