Holiday Slavery

H O L I D A Y

B O N D A G E

Chapter 18: Epilogue.

After breakfast, we only had time to pack our bags before we reached port. My Mistress and Master Paul decided to say goodbye before going ashore, and we found a quiet corner of the deck to do that.

Now Helen's eyes weren't just bright with tears; they were overflowing as she hugged and kissed me, long and hard! And I think I cried as much as she did (after all, male slaves are expected to have some weaknesses that 'real' men don't allow themselves!) Helen hugged and kissed my Mistress, but with more reserve, and Master Paul offered me his hand and shook mine firmly and with a good deal of feeling. Finally, my Mistress and Master Paul kissed and hugged each other, rather like brother and sister; and Helen and I, watching, were sure we overheard hints of seeing each other again!

That subject came up soon after my Mistress and I set off on our two-day drive home. She commented smilingly, "Your farewell to Helen was quite a show! One could be forgiven for thinking you're besotted with her!" and I replied, "I guess I am, in a way; we went through quite a lot together. But it's something between us as slaves, and nothing like what I feel for you or she feels for Master Paul -- you understand that, don't you, Mistress?" She nodded, giving me the courage to ask, "Will we be seeing them again sometime?"

"Perhaps sooner than you might expect!" said my Mistress quietly.

"What?" I exclaimed. "What do you mean?"

"Well, maybe now is the time to tell you about the prize we won last night. Let me tell you a story: yesterday, while you and Helen were with Mistress Erica, the Captain asked to see Paul and me. We had a chat with him and some of his senior officers, and what they told us was this:

"As the people responsible for organizing the cruises and offering packages for prospective passengers, they had been so impressed by my idea for your fake 'abduction and auction', and by the way Paul and I carried it out, that they want to offer it as a 'SPECIAL'... with all the arrangements provided and precautions guaranteed; and at a very special price, of course!

"They think it'll be very popular with Masters and Mistresses. In fact, they're quite sure they can make a lot of money from it. And, since it was my idea, they said it's only right that I get something from it; as a token of their thanks, they offered a free cruise to Paul and me -- with slaves, of course! -- as soon as it's convenient, because they'd like us to help with setting up the arrangements on the island. So ... when can you ... hey, look where you're going!!"

I was driving, and her story had so excited me that I nearly drove off the road! After getting a grip on myself, I thought for a moment and replied, "I don't really know, Mistress. I'd love to turn around right now, but I have to go back to work. I'm not certain how soon I could take another two weeks off."

My Mistress' voice held a mixture of disappointment and understanding as she said, "Yes, of course. There's one more thing, though," she continued brightly, "they said they'd like a written account of a holiday like ours, complete with abduction and auction and reunion, from the slave's point of view. They would give it to prospective Masters and Mistresses to read, so that they could see what it's like for a slave in that situation and maybe guess how their own slaves might react. I said we could write it; what do you think?"

I agreed readily to this; after all, my Mistress had always expected from me a detailed letter describing each of our periodical 'slave sessions', including all my feelings about how she had treated me. I did express doubts about whether I'd be able to remember enough details of such a long period of slavery; but she even had an answer for this!

"I kept pretty detailed notes," she said almost smugly, "of everything that actually happened. I was going to order you to write it up anyway -- an 'Our Holiday' book with a difference, eh? All that's missing are your feelings and reactions; why don't we go over them as we drive, and add notes to remind you of details while they are still fresh?"

The rest of our journey home was pleasant, exciting even! We went over the holiday in lots of detail ... and this story is the result. I do hope you have enjoyed it, "dear reader"; if you are a Master or Mistress considering taking your slave on a holiday like this, I hope I have painted a clear picture of how a slave actually felt in these situations. Most of all, I hope your slave enjoys the holiday as much as I did!

But I'm getting a little ahead of myself; there's more I have to tell, if you are really to understand my nature and the effect this holiday had on me.

During our first day's drive, something kept nagging at the back of my mind. I wasn't able to put my finger on it, but my Mistress seemed to be constantly hinting at some deeper meaning when she was asking how I'd felt about whatever events we were discussing at that moment. Then suddenly, not long before we reached the quiet country motel where we would spend the night, I understood!

I remembered things; hints and looks my Mistress had given me, and other comments she'd made that I'd thought cryptic at the time. Things fell into place, especially the subtle meaning of her questions today. I also thought about my plan to discuss with my Mistress the idea of "unconditional slavery" --and then I knew what I had to do; it was up to me to ask for it without any discussion at all!

But I decided it would be more appropriate to wait until we were in our motel room. My mind was a turmoil of excitement as we arrived, registered and reached our room -- so much so that I was terribly clumsy as I unloaded our overnight bags from the car (if my Mistress noticed, she made no comment). Once we were inside and the door was closed, my moment had come ... but I found myself unable to open my mouth!

My Mistress said casually that she could use a drink and would I please pour her one. Afraid that my resolve might fail me if I delayed, I found my tongue: "Please Mistress, may I first say something?" I blurted.

She looked at me curiously, and nodded.

"Last night I wanted to say something about our agreement," I went on. "It wasn't anything about you not keeping to it, but now I've changed my mind about what I want to say, and ... and it's important to me to say it now; may I?"

"Go on," said my Mistress. "I'm listening."

Somehow I felt I had to drop to my knees. "Please Mistress," I said, "would you please forget all about that agreement and accept me as your slave without any conditions at all?"

My Mistress went very quiet and her face became serious. There was a long pause before she asked, "Do you really know what you're asking?"

"Yes," I replied.

"I don't think you do. Convince me."

I stammered in some confusion. "Er ... no, I'm not really sure what it will mean, but it's what I want ... and I know I can trust you ... and I've realised over the last few days that slavery is even better if I don't know where the limits are ... and you said to Paul the other night that it's the only way you can really enjoy being a Mistress ... and I want to do my best for you to enjoy it ... and I'm sorry it's taken me so long to understand it all ... and ..."

"That's enough," interrupted my Mistress, her voice much quieter than usual; and I felt the power in the very softness of her command, just like I had with Mistress Erica! I waited, trembling like a leaf; partly with the knowledge that I might be letting myself in for I didn't know what, but mostly with sheer excitement and anticipation.

My Mistress said nothing for at least fifteen minutes; she just held my gaze, not smiling, not frowning, almost as if she was trying to stare me down. I wondered what she was thinking; perhaps I'd chosen the wrong time to bring up this subject.

At last she spoke, almost to herself: "I do like my slave to be naked, especially when you're making a decision like this." I took the hint, stripped quickly and returned to my knees in front of her; my cock was purple and as hard as it could be in the restrictions of its harness, but she didn't notice.

"I'd also like that drink now," she murmured as if it were an afterthought. I leapt to obey as if she'd barked the order and was threatening me with a bull-whip! I presented the drink on a tray, kneeling like a good slave.

My Mistress sipped her drink in silence for a minute or so, then spoke as if she'd reached a decision. "Yes," she said firmly, "I think you do mean it; and yes, I will accept you. I guess you've been wondering what I've been thinking about; not that it's any of your business, if you mean what you say about being my slave unconditionally, but I was seriously considering going back to the cruise ship tomorrow.

"But I've decided against that," she went on. "I want to be even more sure of your submission first. So ... now ... I want to hear once more what you have to say, and if it's what I want to hear, there'll be no turning back. You're to tell me what you want ... remember, it may be the last time you have an opportunity to do that! And mind you keep it short and sweet!"

I swallowed and licked my lips. My mouth was dry, but I managed to say, clearly and firmly, kneeling at attention and looking right into her eyes, "I want to be your slave, Mistress Tina, utterly and completely."

Slowly, there spread across her lovely face the most wonderful smile I'd ever seen! "That was very good, slave," she said approvingly. "And now, if you really meant that -- and I think you did -- you won't move an inch until I tell you to."

She got up and went out of the door ... to fetch something from the car, I guessed. But, when she didn't return for at least twenty minutes, I realised that it wasn't only to get something from the car! Convinced that she was just testing me, I resolved to try very hard to obey her order not to move.

Eventually the door opened, footsteps approached me from behind ... and my Mistress' hands came over my head, holding her very largest ball-gag in front of my mouth. Obediently, I opened my mouth to accept it and she buckled it tight behind my neck; then she gently took hold of my wrists, put cuffs on them and pulled them close together. The sound of a large padlock clicking shut had a definite ring of finality about it!

She returned to her seat in front of me and looked into my eyes, her gaze affectionate but with a strong hint of sternness. "I'm sure you've realised," she said, "why I've gagged you, but in case it hasn't occurred to you ... I'm about to tell you a few things about being my real slave; now that you've said what you said a few minutes ago, you have nothing to say, you have only to listen and obey ..."

Quite calmly and matter-of-factly, without showing any emotion at all, she began to spell out her expectations of me as her "real and unconditional" slave. But she'd barely got started when she was interrupted by a knock at the door; without the slightest hesitation, she simply called, "Come in!" and the door opened to admit a woman in a waitress' uniform and carrying a tray!!

Taken totally by surprise, I started to turn away from this stranger; but my Mistress' soft but very sharp "Don't move!" stopped me. The waitress put the tray down beside my Mistress and turned back towards the door, which meant that she had to pass very close to my naked, shackled body. My Mistress thanked her as if there was nothing at all unusual, but I noticed that the waitress was not a little embarrassed and gave me a long, hard look before leaving.

After the door shut behind her, my Mistress said with a hint of a smile, "That was a taste of what might happen at any time if you're my slave, without the sort of conditions in that 'agreement'; do you still trust me?" By now I had had a chance to think, and I guessed that she must have known in advance that the motel owners were bondage fans too; so I nodded.

"Good!" she said warmly. "In that case, there's no real need for me to explain; but I think I will, anyway. That lady is the motel owner's wife, and she's never seen a real slave before ... well, not naked and shackled and gagged, at least!" I stared as she calmly described the conversation she'd had with the motel owner and his wife: "They didn't want to believe me at first, but I persuaded them to play along, pointing out that they could call the police if you showed any sign at all of being an unwilling prisoner.

"So you see, I was taking a risk, too, and trusting you to stand by your wish to be my slave ... 'utterly and completely', I think you said." She smiled a smile full of love and warmth; "I'm so glad you didn't let me down! ... Now, I better eat my dinner before it gets cold."

I didn't get any dinner; my Mistress ate what looked -- and smelt! -- like a very tasty meal, but not once did she make any move to remove my gag and give me any! While she ate, and for a long time after she'd finished, she continued telling me how I could expect to be treated as her slave. What she said was very interesting, some of it was surprising and even a little scary, but it was all exciting; most of the time my cock was hard in its harness, and sometimes my Mistress fondled it casually or pinched my nipples as she talked.

It was quite late when there was another knock at the door; no problem, I thought, just the waitress coming to collect the empty tray. But (as usual!) I was wrong. This time it was a man who entered; for a horrible moment I thought it was the police, until my Mistress greeted him cheerfully with "Ah, there you are, Manager!" I relaxed, but her next words surprised me ... yet again!

"Here's my slave we discussed earlier," she said. "I'd appreciate it if you could find a safe place for him to spend the night ... with good solid locks, if you take my meaning. If you think he needs it, you can feed him before you lock him up. Please wake me with breakfast at 6:30. Good night!" she finished and disappeared into the bathroom.

The man grinned at me. "Your ... lady ... knows what she wants all right, doesn't she?" he said. "Come along now ... up with you!" He lifted me to my feet, gave me a moment to get my balance (I'd been on my knees for quite some time!) and steered me out the door!

I have to admit that, after my days on the island and the ship, the cool night air felt quite familiar as it played over my naked body! The man said nothing more as he guided me past several other rooms (I prayed that no-one would suddenly decide to come out!), and into the back door of what was clearly the motel office and, presumably, his home.

Inside was waiting the woman who had earlier brought my Mistress' dinner. She was still a bit embarrassed by the sight of my nakedness, but she smiled at me tentatively when the man escorting me said, "You've met my wife Brenda, I think. I'm Dan, and we own the motel. We'd like to have a little chat with you; if you want the gag to stay in, we'll just ask questions and you can nod or shake your head; but I can take the gag out if you like."

I nodded firmly, and a moment later I was able to say, "Thank you. My jaw was starting to get very stiff."

"It's true, then?" asked Brenda. "She's not keeping you ... like that ... against your will?"

I reassured them that I was indeed a willing slave, and there followed a long conversation, during which they quizzed me in some detail about what it was like to be a slave. I answered their questions honestly and as positively as I could, but I did try to impress on them that it depended an awful lot on finding the right Mistress, one a slave could trust. By now, of course, my trust in my Mistress was complete; she had contrived to give me a perfect object lesson in being a real slave, without really putting me at any great risk at all!

Before very long they were both showing signs of great interest and giving each other long "meaningful" looks as I mentioned some things that had happened to me. At one point Brenda asked, more than a little tentatively, "Are there, um, er, female slaves too, Peter?" I assured her that there most certainly were and, before I knew it, I found myself waxing somewhat lyrical about ... Helen, of course! But I stopped when I noticed the looks she was giving Dan, who was clearly getting very excited!

It was late when they ran out of questions. "I guess it's about time I put you to bed," said Dan at last. "You've said nothing about being hungry, so you obviously don't need to eat now. You'll get breakfast in the morning, though; what are all the best slaves eating these days -- dog food?" He grinned evilly at me, then assured me that my food would be edible.

He went on: "Your Mistress asked that you be locked up safely, and we've got just the place for that. But I guess it's pretty uncomfortable sleeping with your arms shackled like that -- would you like me to unlock them?"

"But ... but my Mistress has the key!" I stammered in confusion.

"No, she doesn't," he grinned, holding up a key. "In fact, it's my padlock you're wearing; it was her suggesting to use it that convinced me she was on the level. Well, would you like it off?"

I certainly would have, but something made me stop and think about what my Mistress might want. "No thank you," I said firmly. "I'm sure my Mistress would prefer me to be securely shackled for the night." (Good grief, I thought, being a real slave is already having an effect on me!)

"Securely it shall be, then," intoned Dan with mock sternness. "Come along, I'll show you to your dungeon ... slave!" He stressed the last word with great satisfaction, but I happened to notice that he was looking at his wife as he said it, and she was looking at him with a very private sort of smile. "See you in the bedroom, dear," he called over his shoulder as he led me out of the back door again.

His choice of words wasn't much of an exaggeration! Just around the corner he stopped at a door which was secured with no less than three heavy bolts, each with its own large padlock! "We've had a lot of trouble," he explained as he unlocked them, "with thefts from our stores. But these locks, and this heavy steel door have put a stop to them!"

It took most of his weight to swing it open! "Your Mistress should sleep well, with you safely in here," he chuckled, leading me inside. "It's even got bars on the window, like a real prison! Now, we have some spare mattresses over here ... no, no, that would be too much comfort for the likes of you, wouldn't it? ... ah, this should do the job nicely!"

He led me over to a pile of empty potato sacks! Grinning cheerfully, he spread just a couple of layers on the hard concrete floor, saying, "I'm sure this is exactly what your Mistress had in mind! Now, slave, lie down!" I obeyed meekly. "And stay there while I go find something."

He was back in a minute, carrying a length of very heavy chain and two more big padlocks; one padlock fastened one end of the chain around my ankle, the second anchored the other end to a steel post set in the floor. I was certainly not going anywhere until those padlocks were released!

"That's got you well fixed for the night!" He stood up and grinned down at me. "And don't worry; we have a burglar alarm in here, so you'll be able to attract my attention if it's really necessary. I'll set it low so it won't sense your sleeping noises, but if you need me, just jump about and yell."

I grinned back and asked, "Are you sure you haven't done this before?"

"No, never," he replied. "But I have a strong feeling I might be doing it some more!" he continued, grinning. "Your story sure got Brenda interested, and I can hardly wait to join her in the bedroom! See you in the morning; sleep well!"

He turned away... and then, without any conscious thought, I found myself saying, "Please, sir, would you please return the key to the padlock on my wrist cuffs to my Mistress? It would be proper for her to have the key to the last shackles between me and my freedom, don't you agree?" He looked back at me for just a moment, then just nodded and left, turning the light out and leaving me in total darkness with no less than six solid padlocks between me and freedom!

Well, I told myself as I tried to get comfortable on the sacks, this is the classic case of "making your bed and having to lie in it" ... literally! But at the same time I was intensely happy and content, because the last two hours or so had proved that my Mistress had accepted my submission and was indeed treating me as she wished without any consultation with me! As a result, I slept like the proverbial log!

I awoke with a firm nudge in my ribs. Looking up, I saw that it came from the sharp toe of a boot worn by Brenda. She was also wearing a tight halter top and a skirt, short enough for me to catch a glimpse of red briefs cupping her pussy. "Time for breakfast, slave," she said cheerfully. "Your Mistress is having hers now, and afterwards she wants to come and inspect your quarters. And she tells me you don't need your hands to eat; this I've got to see!"

She put down a large bowl containing a nondescript mash, then stood back and watched as I heaved myself stiffly to my knees and bent over to start eating doggy-fashion. I was starving and would have eaten anything, but in fact the food was a delicious mixture of cereals and fruit. Brenda chuckled at the view, ran her hands briefly over my bum and cock and balls and then left, carefully re-locking the door behind her.

After eating I had time to look around; the room was still quite dark, because it had only one small window which, sure enough, was heavily barred. I found my cock getting hard at the fascinating thought that padlocks and bars could be used not only to keep thieves out, but also to make a very effective prison for people like me! It was so exciting to know that I was so securely imprisoned, totally dependent on someone else to come and free me.

After a while the door creaked open again, this time to admit my Mistress with Brenda; I had time to pose myself, kneeling with my legs apart, before she caught sight of me. But she barely glanced at me; she seemed to be more interested in the heaviness of the chain on my ankle and the thickness of the bars on the window!

"Just perfect, Brenda," she spoke to her almost as if I wasn't there. "I did want him to be well secured for the night; I was afraid that he might have second thoughts, right after making himself my slave, body and soul! But there was no chance he could escape from here! By the way, where's Dan this morning? I want to thank him for locking my slave up so securely."

Brenda blushed slightly. "Ah yes," she said, a little shamefacedly. "Well, as a matter of fact, he's still in our bedroom, naked and tied spreadeagled to the corners of the bed! You see, your slave here told us quite a lot about himself and you and, after Dan fixed him up for the night, he came into the bedroom expecting to find me eager to be tied up and treated as a slave!

"As a matter of fact, I had slightly different ideas! Although we'd never even thought of doing anything like this before talking with your slave here, we talked it over and I persuaded Dan to submit to being my 'slave' for a day or two first. I tied him up with stockings and teased him a lot, then made him give me several climaxes with his tongue. Neither of us slept much, especially Dan; he's been bound in one way or another all night, but this morning we both agreed we haven't had so much fun in years!"

She grinned. "Later he might change his tune a bit, though. I wanted him to prepare the guests' breakfasts this morning, but he just smiled cheekily and refused. So I left him tied, and promised that I'd come back when I have time to give him a suitable penalty. Do you have any suggestions?"

"Well," said my Mistress with a smile, "How about leaving him tightly tied up in here for a couple of hours? Tell you what -- unlock this chain from my slave's ankle and use it around his neck as a leash. Then I'll give you some hints on good tight bondage!"

At last I got some attention! After Brenda took the heavy chain that had kept me so securely, my Mistress said to me, "I see they took pity on you and removed your gag; and I'm very pleased with you for not showing any sign of interrupting. Obviously, you survived in here -- another taste of the sort of things that might happen to you as my true slave.

"If you didn't like it, that's too bad; you no longer have any say at all! Probably there will be opportunities in the future for you to escape. But there will be NO opportunities for discussion! Either we do it my way, or you won't be my slave any more. Is that quite clear?

"Good!" she went on after I nodded firmly. "I sort of guessed you'd see it my way!" She reached down to my crotch, where my cock was trying to burst its harness, and fondled it for a moment ... making it even more uncomfortable in its restrictions! "By the way, it looks like you made some converts last night. Congratulations and I'm proud of you!"

Just then Brenda returned, with a stark naked Dan following meekly behind her, his neck encircled by the heavy chain links. He was surprised to see us and somewhat embarrassed at being naked and bound; but after a few moments he gave me a rueful sort of grin and submitted cheerfully to being bound very securely to one of the uprights of the storage shelving.

"There!" said Brenda with mock sternness. "You can stay like that until you decide to obey my orders about your chores!" Then she continued to my Mistress, "By the way, when I woke him this morning, your slave had a very long look up under my skirt; is he allowed to do that?"

And I thought she hadn't noticed! My Mistress sighed deeply and replied, "Slaves will be slaves, you know! But if you like, he'll try to make up for his impertinence by ... shall we say ... giving you a little pleasure with his tongue on the very place he looked at without your permission?"

Brenda liked the idea very much, so I spent about fifteen minutes with my head buried under her skirt and my lips and tongue busy on her fragrant pussy. The skirt muffled their voices so that I couldn't make out the words, but they chatted the whole time ... except when Brenda started panting and then moaned softly as my eager attentions brought her to a climax.

I emerged from under her skirt to find my Mistress casually playing with Dan's cock, which was rock hard from the caresses of her clever fingers. "I find it's best," she was saying, "to keep my slave excited a lot of the time, but not to let him come too often; that way, he has more incentive to be properly obedient and humble.

"Of course," she went on, squeezing Dan's prick-head firmly to stop him from climaxing, then pinching his nipples for good measure, "you have to work out what's best for you. As for you, Mister Dan, if Brenda is kind enough to try being your slave sometime, treat her strictly but kindly, give her lots of pleasure, and I'm very sure that you'll have some wonderful times together.

"But now we really must be moving on," she finished. "Come along, slave!" And she calmly led me straight into the bright sunshine and along to our room! For a moment I was terrified that I might be seen from the nearby highway, but then I discovered that now I trusted her so completely that it hardly bothered me! I happily obeyed her instructions to pack our bags and put them in the car before I was allowed to shower and dress for the day's drive home.

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That was three weeks ago. Every spare minute of my time since then has been spent on this record of "Our Holiday". Tomorrow I'll be visiting my Mistress again, for only the fifth time in those three weeks, and she told me last time she expects this to be finished.

The other times, she made me strip naked, kneel at her feet and read aloud what I'd written. Then she tied my wrists to my ankles, with my arms between my knees so that my bum was conveniently presented, and read it herself; for every error she found and marked, I got one resounding whack with the paddle. Needless to say, my spelling and grammar have improved out of sight! Apart from that, she's hardly touched me.

One other thing: I've resigned from my job! Today was my last day at work!

Just before she left me after our drive home, my Mistress ordered me to do it, saying that she wants me to live with her as a full-time slave! Since then she hasn't mentioned it again; she's clearly just assuming that I'll obey! But last visit, as she was telling me when she wanted to see me next (that's tomorrow!), she added matter-of-factly: "... and don't expect to be allowed to leave again"!!!

I wonder when she's planning to take up that free cruise. I can't wait!

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THE END

.. or is it only the beginning?