Holiday Slavery

H O L I D A Y

B O N D A G E

Chapter 17: The Last Waltz.

I mentioned my discovery to Helen on our way back to my Mistress and Master Paul. We had time to chat, it turned out, because Mistress Erica sent us off earlier than was really necessary. (She said, as she fastened handcuffs to our wrists behind our backs, "You might like to make some detours and see how many fondles you can collect on the way!")

But the corridors and decks we walked along were relatively quiet, and we met hardly anybody. At one point we stopped and spent a few minutes looking out over the ocean; I took the opportunity to tell Helen about my thoughts.

"Yes," she said with one of her lovely smiles, "it's interesting, isn't it? I think I knew deep down a long time ago, but I wasn't really aware of it until we came on this cruise. The time on the island, especially, made me think about it a lot ... and now I just know my full-time slavery to my Master will be even more fun and satisfying, because I'll be able to submit to anything and everything he wants!

"You see," she went on seriously, "now I know I can trust him, even if he plays tricks on me like they did with our auction, or allows another Master or Mistress to have me for a while. At first, on the island, it was a shock even to be naked and shackled in front of other people; but that didn't take very long to get used to. The next step was getting aroused and actually having an orgasm in public! ..."

She blushed slightly, then grinned at me. "Remember that time, when we were harnessed to the carriages? You helped me a lot, just by being there with me, naked and helplessly shackled, to get over what I had thought would be terribly shameful and embarrassing. Thank you, Peter!" We were alone at that moment, and she turned towards me and gave me a quick kiss.

"My p-pleasure!" I stammered in slight confusion. "Now I'm starting to understand why you were so much better a slave than I was. I was still thinking in terms of the agreement and conditions my Mistress and I had worked out so carefully, but you were obviously a long way ahead of me."

"In some ways," Helen replied, "I thought you were ahead of me! When Mistress Tina left you in the cells and then you were out on loan to Mistress Anne, I could hardly believe it. There was no way I wanted to submit to somebody else without my Master present, and I thought you were very brave and trusting. I told my Master so, too, and he admitted the other day that this was part of the reason he wanted to put me in the auction with you. He felt that the only way to make me accept it might be for me to have no choice.

"And he was right! When it looked like we were definitely going to be permanent slaves, it seemed far more important to know we would be treated well! And it helped an awful lot, too," -- another brilliant smile! -- "to have you with me. After all, you'd been quite willing to spend a night in Mistress Anne's hands! And when we got back here and discovered that they'd arranged it all, I suddenly got the message my Master was sending me!

"In any case, I was so relieved and so glad to be back with him, that now I'm only too happy to submit to anybody he wants me to ... as well as to any thing he wants to do to me. And it is more fun that way, isn't it? Not having to worry about what will happen to you -- just submitting for the sake of submitting, and obeying every little order because that's what slaves do!"

She paused a moment, then a mischievous sparkle crept into her eyes. "Of course," she continued, "sometimes it's fun to disobey just a little, to see what my Master will do! Mind you, I can only do that because now I know I can trust him utterly not to really hurt me ... and I can trust him to make it all enjoyable, even the punishments. Although our punishment for screwing without permission wasn't much fun for a while, was it?" she finished ruefully.

For a long moment I couldn't say a word; she had spelt out so clearly what I had just begun to appreciate, but only vaguely. At last I said, quietly but sincerely, "Helen, you're incredible! You've explained it all so beautifully! I'm going to think it over tonight, but somehow I feel that tomorrow, when this criuse ends, I'll suggest to my Mistress that we discuss our 'agreement' and I might consider asking to be her slave unconditionally!

"Maybe we ought to be getting back to them now," I went on. "But first -- could we have another kiss, please?" Helen needed no persuading; almost before the words were out of my mouth, her soft lips were on mine. For a moment I wished my arms weren't held behind my back, so that I could have hugged her tighter ... but it wasn't really necessary, so eagerly did she press her magnificent body against me!

I could feel her nipples, like hard little buttons, rubbing on my chest ... and I'm sure she could feel my cock getting equally hard and pushing its way between her lovely thighs. After a long (and very pleasant!) minute or so, we broke apart and continued on our way; but my cock simply wouldn't relax, so much so that it attracted a good deal of attention and fondles from passing Mistresses -- and Masters, too!

"This last evening of the cruise is treated as a special occasion," my Mistress told me when I returned from our episode with Mistress Erica. She went on to give me some idea of the coming evening as I bathed her with extra care, patted her dry gently with a fluffy towel and applied powder and perfume to her soft smooth skin. But when it came to dressing her, she stopped me after I had helped her put on her briefs and bra.

"I'll finish dressing in a minute," she said. "Right now we have to get you ready." After I had a quick shower, she shackled my arms by fitting a fairly short chain behind my back between cuffs just above my elbows, leaving my hands free but not of very much use to me. A twelve-inch hobble chain between ankle cuffs completed my shackles; then she produced some bright red lipstick!

"We want to spruce you up a little tonight!" she grinned at me as she carefully applied the bright colour to both my nipples, then to the head of my cock as well! I felt a bit silly when she showed me how I looked in a mirror, but I didn't think it was worth complaining about. "In a few minutes," she went on, "you'll be going to the ballroom without me -- I'm going to pre-dinner drinks for Masters and Mistresses only."

Sure enough, before long there was a knock at the door. My Mistress opened it and, standing out of sight behind it, simply gestured me to go through. Outside was waiting a crew slave, with several more naked slaves in a line behind him; with a grin he welcomed me "to the convoy" and put a collar on my neck, which was attached by a rope to the next slave's collar ... and so on. Off we went, to the next cabin where another slave was added to our little train.

I began to feel less self-conscious about the lipstick I wore, when I noticed that most of us were "made up" in some way or other. In fact, some slaves had had their naked bodies painted in much more elaborate ways than mine, some of them quite bizarre. Others, especially those whose nipples (or other parts!) had been pierced, were decorated with pendants and other "jewellery". After a while we reached the ship's main ballroom, which was a hive of feverish yet orderly activity.

Several officers were directing a large number of crew slaves in setting the tables around the walls, polishing the large dance floor and arranging a variety of decorations. Some of the latter were particularly interesting; at intervals around the walls, and as centrepieces on some tables, were crew slaves, their naked bodies each bound in a different pose. We passenger slave were all made to stand on a low platform between the tables and the wall, and fastened by means of short chains and hooks to convenient rings.

When everything was done to the officers' satisfaction, the lights were turned down low, except for a few spotlights trained on some of the "display slaves". The rest of the crew slaves left, but two officers remained; they allowed us to talk quietly amongst ourselves as we waited, but they saw to it that the noise was kept down. I'd been a bit disappointed to see that Helen was not beside me, but I chatted with the nearby slaves and wondered what would happen next.

After a while the doors opened to admit the Masters and Mistresses. They all wore evening dress and were chatting gaily as they entered, but the sight of the dramatically lit "decorations" tended to cut their conversations short. When they had all come in, the lights were turned up and each Master or Mistress took the place nearest his or her slave. My own Mistress gave me a broad grin and a quick fondle and said, "Hi! This is going to fun, isn't it?"

I returned her smile, staring appreciatively at the beautiful clinging gown she wore; and I looked around the room in wonder at the contrast of formally dressed Masters and Mistresses with all us stark naked slaves. Suddenly all the lights were turned low again, and a voice announced: "Masters and Mistresses ... your Captain and First Officer!" Everybody turned towards the door, now brightly spotlit; and through it came an unusual procession!

First we saw two crew slave-girls, stark naked of course, their generous breasts thrust forward proudly as they paced slowly into the room; they wore gags like ponies' bits, and their arms were held behind them by short rods between their elbows. In their hands they held light chains, which led to the cocks of three male slaves following several feet behind them. And there, riding (it seemed) on the shoulders of these three, were the Captain and his second-in-command, a handsome Mistress!

As they moved slowly across the dance floor to their place at the high table, we could all take in the elaborateness of the male slaves' bondage. They were all big and strong crew members, and their naked muscular bodies were well tanned and had been oiled so that they shone; they were carrying the "riders" on seats supported by their arms bound wrist-to-elbow behind them; their heads were completely covered by helmets with only mouth-holes for them to breathe through; they held their chins high and, in spite of their ankles being hobbled by two-foot spreaders, they somehow managed to walk smoothly and in unison.

The Captain and First Officer sat easily on their strange mounts, their arms casually resting on their heads and lightly holding the "reins" leading to the slave-girls' "bits". Reaching their table, the slave-girls knelt and presented their backs for them to dismount. Taking their places, they declared this "End-of-Cruise Dinner Dance" open and wished everybody an enjoyable evening.

The slaves who had taken part in this entrance stayed in the room -- and in bondage -- the whole evening; the First Officer supervised several crew slaves in making some adjustments. The three males were placed in the centre of the dance floor and the rods tied to their arms (which had supported the seats) were fixed into a triangular pattern, so that they were each facing in a different direction. The chains attached to their cocks (which were themselves circled with several tight rings!) were brought up to their mouths and they were made to grip them in their teeth; when (as the final touch) a rope was tightened between rings on the tops of their helmets, forcing them to arch their naked bodies outwards, some strain was clearly put on their cocks!

The two female slave got off more lightly, at least in terms of bondage. They were simply given a riding crop and a set of light thongs each, to hold in their hands (still held behind them by the rod between their elbows). The First Officer told them, in a voice that everyone could hear, that they were to move around the room all evening; "... and, whenever the band plays these few bars, you will request the nearest Master or Mistress to give you two strokes, either on your tits or belly with the thongs or on your bottom with the crop." She went on to the room in general: "It may be hard to believe, but our crew slaves fall over themselves for a chance to get some attention at this function; so we like to make it interesting for them!"

Now the dinner was really under way! All the serving was done by crew slaves, placing dishes of food on the tables; the Masters and Mistresses ate and drank and, as the mood took them, fed their slaves. Most of us slaves were shackled in a way that prevented us feeding ourselves, so we had to accept mosrsels directly from the fingers or forks of our owners. The food was delicious, the wine was very drinkable, the conversation was animated and the music in the background was pleasant ... just like any dinner dance should be!

Here, of course, there were differences! The band, for example, consisted of naked crew slaves shackled to their chairs or the floor, and was conducted by an officer whose baton was a riding crop and who also used a long light buggy whip occasionally with great effect! The dancing was unusual, too -- formally dressed Masters and Mistresses danced together, or a dinner-suited Master with a naked shackled slave-girl, or an elegantly gowned Mistress with a naked male slave, and sometimes slaves were even ordered to dance with each other.

My Mistress danced with me several times, smiling into my eyes as we waltzed around the floor. And a number of other Mistresses asked her permission to dance with me, and she never refused. Unfortunately, only once did I dance with Helen (with her lovely face and sexy figure, she was much in demand by other Masters) and even then only for a few minutes; a Master cut in on us and, as slaves, we didn't even think of objecting!

While they danced, the Masters and Mistresses often stopped for a moment beside the three slaves standing bound in the middle of the floor. The way their cocks were held up against their bellies, leaving their balls so exposed, was an invitation that few Masters and especially Mistresses could resist! By the end of the evening, all three sets of cocks and balls must have been quite sore from all the fondling.

At one point, the First Officer noticed that one of them had let the chain to his cock slip out of his mouth. Summoning one of the slave-girls whom she'd earlier ordered to circulate with the crops and thongs, she took the crop and, without any warning at all, gave the slave five hard strokes in quick succession across his belly. The first was obviously such a shock that a howl escaped his lips, but the rest brought only small grunts, although they were at least as hard and raised livid weals on his flesh, stretched taut by his arched pose.

She leaned up close to him and said, in a voice loud enough to penetrate his helmet, "That was for letting go of the chain, slave. I'm sure you wish you hadn't; but from now on you'll wish it even more!" She took hold of the chain now dangling from his prick and gave it a sharp tug, then gestured to the passing dancers that they should do the same; for the rest of the evening, his cock was tugged and flicked from side to side so often that he must have felt it was about to come off!

Towards the end of the evening, the Captain made a little speech. "Masters and Mistresses," he said. "As we approach the end of this cruise, I want to say on behalf of all the officers and crew, how much we've enjoyed having you aboard. Your company has been pleasant and stimulating, and your slaves have been well-behaved; that is ..." he paused "... as far as one may expect slaves to behave!" This brought a chuckle from his audience, and he went on: "We have a tradition on this occasion of making one or two small presentations, and I'll ask the First Officer to announce these."

The First Officer rose and thanked him, then turned to the expectant audience. "Firstly," she announced, "the crew slaves have been ordered to vote for the 'Most Popular Master or Mistress' among you passengers on this cruise, and they have chosen ... Master Leonard!" There was a burst of applause, but she held up a hand for quiet and continued: "At the same time, we officers voted on the 'Best Passenger Slave'. Personally, I always find this very difficult, because even a perfectly-behaved slave is only doing what one expects of him or her; it would be much easier, I'm sure you'd agree, to vote for the 'worst slave'!"

But she was smiling as she said this, and took little notice of the good-natured heckling it aroused. "As a matter of fact," she continued, "this time we had a tied vote -- an equal number for ... slave Diana and slave Kenny! Our congratulations to these popular passengers, and now I'll ask you to come up and accept a memento of this cruise and this occasion. Master Leonard!"

A Master on the other side of the room rose; before any applause could begin, he raised his hands and said loudly, "Madam First Officer, before I accept your kind award, I'd like to suggest that we passengers should return the favour and vote for the 'Most Popular Officer' and the 'Best Crew Slave'. I've ordered my slave-girl to nominate an officer, to start things rolling, and she says the Chief Entertainment Officer. Fellow Masters and Mistresses, would you ask your slaves if they have any other suggestions?"

What followed turned into an impromptu "election" for the two awards. The slave around the walls suggested a few more officers' names -- through their owners, of course (one slave who simply called out a name was sharply scolded by his Master and told that he could expect to be punished later!). Since many of us slaves were shackled and unable to raise our hands, we voted in the same way -- by asking our owners to indicate our choice. As it happened, I didn't lodge a vote; I would have voted for the Captain himself, but he politely refused to be nominated.

In the end the first officer suggested, the Chief Entertainment Officer, was elected. And the second "election", for the 'Best Crew Slave', was hardly a contest; Nicole, the Captain's slave and the girl with the incredibly long hair, was chosen by the acclamation of the Masters and Mistresses without another name being mentioned!

After a little delay, the five "winners" came forward. The Chief Entertainment Officer had to be sent for, because he was naturally behind the scenes making sure this occasion was successful. And Nicole happened to be one of the slaves gracing the ballroom in "decorative bondage"! And she wasn't even released to receive her award; the Captain insisted that she be carried, still tightly bound, to the dais.

The Captain himself made the presentations to the 'passenger' winners, and Master Leonard to the winning officer and crew slave. What they received was just a token, in the form of a small badge marked with the date of the cruise and the appropriate letters, either "MPM" or "MPO" or "BPS" or "BCS". The first two could be pinned to their owners' clothes or worn like a pendant, but those for the slaves had spring clamps instead of a pin and a ring as well. This latter feature was put to use on slave Kenny, and he returned to his place proudly wearing his badge hanging from one of his pierced nipples. As for the slave-girls, Diana and Nicole, their badges were merely clamped to a nipple; but they both wore them without complaint for the rest of the evening.

With these presentations over, the Captain called for attention once more. "My senior officers and I," he announced, "have decided to make a special award on this cruise. It is for extraordinary imagination in slavery, and for unusual sumbission and bravery by slaves. Masters and Mistresses, I present Mistress Tina and Master Paul, and their slaves Helen and Peter!"

There was a very loud burst of applause as my Mistress smilingly unfastened me from the wall and led me up to the dais, where we met Master Paul and Helen. I felt quite shy at all this attention, but I have to admit that the warmth and obvious genuineness of the applause did make me feel good. After acknowledging the clapping for few moments, my Mistress and Master Paul even joined in ... to show that they were specifically applauding Helen and me! Then someone shouted, "Give the slaves a thrill!" and they obliged, caressing Helen and me intimately and for a long time to the accompaniment of slow handclapping.

When the applause had died down, the Captain continued: "We are not giving badges for this award, but we have already told Mistress Tina and Master Paul the prize we are giving them. They'll tell their slaves in their own good time, and we will not announce it here because other slaves might be very envious and try to arrange their own abductions next time in the hope of winning a similar prize!" This brought a loud burst of laughter, from slaves as well as owners.

"I also have one or two other announcements to make," he went on, "for the benefit of slaves in particular. One is that, since we will be reaching port in mid-morning tomorrow, all slaves will be expected to wear clothes in the public parts of the ship from dawn; so if your Master or Mistress tries to bring you out of your cabin naked, you will have a valid complaint against them for a breach of ship's rules. Secondly, something I forgot to mention at the pre-dinner gathering: all bondage rooms will be closed at dawn for the same reason. However, I suspect some of you keener owners will still find a way of applying bondage right up to the minute we start disembarking!" More laughter!

The dancing continued for a while after that, but eventually my Mistress took me back to our cabin. I immediately noticed something different about it, and soon realised what it was: all the hooks and rings and other gear fitted for the purpose of bondage was gone! My Mistress explained that the technical crew had been through all cabins during the dinner-dance, in order to have them looking inocuous in case of any inspection that might be made in port.

In a way, this seemed to suggest that the bondage part of this holiday was over, so I had the courage to ask her what was the prize that she (we?) had won. She replied that she would tell me later, when she thought it more appropriate. I accepted that, but then I asked if I might say something about our agreement (I thought maybe she'd be pleased to know I was considering "tearing it up"). She asked seriously, "Do you want to suggest I've broken it?" and, when I said no, she insisted on sticking to it "... until the very end of this cruise! And now I think we've got better things to do!" she finished with a smile.

My pallet had gone along with the rings and things, so I slept on a bed for the first time in -- how many? -- days. Admittedly, I still wasn't especially comfortable, because my Mistress still had her bag of ropes and cuffs et cetera; but I didn't really mind because, after tying me on the bed with my arms above my head and my legs tightly together, she straddled my hips and guided my erect prick into her tight warm pussy!

"This" she smiled down at me, "is our private end-of-cruise celebration!" And she proceeded to celebrate very enthusiastically; before we went to sleep -- quite late! -- she had at least five or six orgasms, and I even had two! At last she released me from that bondage, but still left me with my wrists cuffed behind me, and settled down to sleep alongside me. Once or twice during the night I was awakened by her clever hands caressing my naked body gently.

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Next morning, before releasing my wrists from their shackles, my Mistress made me eat her pussy "... one last time before we go back to our old habit of you visiting me by appointment." When my eager tongue and lips brought her to her climax, it seemed she couldn't abandon herself to it as completely as usual; perhaps, I thought, she's feeling a bit sad that the cruise is ending. I shared those feelings myself, and we were both very quiet while I bathed her and helped her dress.

I wondered whether she would keep me naked and in our cabin until just before leaving the ship, but she didn't. "Time for you to get dressed," she said, then went on: "But I'd like to put a harness on your cock until we actually reach home -- OK?" I agreed readily, and soon my cock was encircled with several rings and a short chain led from its tip to the small padlock keeping another ring fastened inescapably around my scrotum.

After so many days spent totally and continuously naked, my clothes felt very strange indeed! Also, when we went outside, the ship itself appeared just as strange -- there were none of the naked shackled slave bodies that I'd become so used to seeing! I wondered how long it would take to re-adjust.

We shared a table at breakfast with Master Paul and Helen. She was wearing a simple outfit of a light blouse and skirt, and she looked as lovely as ever; her sexy hourglass figure was still obvious, if not more so, and I was amazed to find myself getting aroused just at the sight of her. My cock began to get hard in its harness (not a very comfortable feeling!), and I realised that it wasn't just her nakedness that had turned me on during the past few days!

In spite of the quite different appearances, it still felt right for Helen and me to serve breakfast to "Paul" and "Tina" (although we used these names for them, it didn't seem as appropriate as "Master" and "Mistress"!) For my part, it was relatively easy to assume the rôle of the gentleman waiting on the lady, but I had to admire how smoothly and naturally Helen did the same for Paul (he co-operated beautifully, thanking her nicely for her attention, yet we were all still very aware that this was only what he expected of her!).

At one point he said to her, "Are you comfortable, my dear? I'm sure Tina and Peter would be very interested to know what you're wearing under your skirt and blouse!" Helen blushed (amazing how our conventions about clothes affect us!), but replied with a smile, "Paul made me wear the corset he bought for me on the island, so that's the only underwear I've got on."

She paused, and Paul prompted her gently, "And...?" She blushed even more deeply, but continued, "I've also got a big dildo in my pussy, and it's locked in place using the rings on the corset! He thinks I might want to leave him and stow away on the ship or volunteer as crew or something! I couldn't do it!"

"Well, you have been telling me how much you've enjoyed the cruise," Paul teased her with an affectionate smile. "Seriously though," he continued to my Mistress, "what does concern me is that some Master might fancy her enough ..." ("Every Master does!" interrupted my Mistress with a smile at Helen) "... to abduct her for real and take her back to one of those private islands. I know the corset and 'chastity belt' really can't stop that, but it'll make me feel safer until we get home where I know our home is secure."

"I know what you mean," replied my Mistress. "I feel the same about Peter ... although why any Mistress would bother with him, I can't imagine." She gave me a smile to confirm that she was teasing me, then her look changed into a sort of questioning one. It took me a moment to get her hint, but she looked pleased with me when I volunteered: "Tina put a harness of rings on my cock, with a padlock behind my balls, and I'll have to wear it all the way home too. It's not too uncomfortable, though, except when my prick gets hard at the sight of Helen's loveliness." And Helen blushed again at my very genuine compliment.

While we were alone, fetching some food for our owners, I asked Helen if Master Paul had told her anything about the prize we'd won; but I was hardly surprised by her reply: "No, he says he's saving it until we're on our way home." I also took the opportunity to tell Helen privately how much I would miss her; she responded with a fervent "Oh, I'll miss you too, Peter!" and I could see that her eyes were bright with tears!

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