Holiday Slavery

H O L I D A Y

B O N D A G E

Chapter 6: On the Beach ... and on the Stage.

My mood improved a little when we met Master Paul and Helen in the foyer. Helen was looking as gorgeous as ever and she seemed to be enjoying herself even more than before; she held her body proudly, aware of the effect her lovely nakedness had on everyone around her, and she no longer made any attempts to cover her thrusting breasts or her blond pussy. She greeted me with one of her brilliant smiles and then, at a nod from Master Paul, she dropped a small curtsey to my Mistress with a polite "Hello Mistress Tina. My Master wants me to say how glad we are to see slave Peter back with you, and we hope you'll let him tell us what he did last night!"

"Why thank you, slave-girl!," smiled my Mistress. "It is good to have him back, and I know both your Master and you will enjoy his story. But first," she continued to Master Paul, "there's something I want to show you ..." She took his arm -- Helen and I followed obediently just behind -- and led the way down to the cells. She gave Master Paul a quick summary of my escapade with the slave-girl in the next cell; "... so I warmed up her cheeky nipples a bit," she finished as we went down the corridor between the cells, "and tied her to the bars so that anyone could give her the thrill she wants. Voilá…!"

There stood Suzy, her naked black body still held firmly to the bars. "Well," said my Mistress with a smile, "I'm glad to see you're still here. Been having fun?"

"Not much, ma'am," replied Suzy with a wry smile. "It's not very comfortable like this, and the warder has given me a tickle only a few times."

"In that case I'm sure you'll be glad of our visit," said my Mistress. "I've brought a friend to see you, and I'm sure he'd be happy to give you a small thrill ... if you ask him nicely!"

Suzy rose to the occasion beautifully; she gave Master Paul a bright smile and said, "Hello sir! Would you please give a poor little slave girl a bit of excitement by fondling my pussy? You can do what you like with it, because as you can see I can hardly even move, much less get away!"

Master Paul grinned. "How could I refuse such a polite request?" he said. But I've an even better idea ..." -- he beckoned to Helen and me -- "... these two can nibble on your nipples while I tickle your twat!"

Some minutes later Suzy was limp in her bonds, having been brought to two climaxes by Master Paul's clever fingers on her clit, assisted by Helen's and my mouths on her nipples, still tied to the cell bars. My Mistress simply watched the show (and fondled my cock and balls and Helen's tits and crotch once or twice); at the end she remarked with a grin, "Well my girl, now you shouldn't complain about lack of attention -- you enjoyed that, didn't you?" Suzy could only smile and nod weakly as my Mistress gave her pussy a parting squeeze.

From there we made our way down to the beach, because my Mistress and Master Paul wanted to go swimming. On the way Master Paul stopped at a kiosk while my Mistress led us on to the beach. A few minutes later Master Paul joined us, carrying a small bag and an ice-box well stocked with drinks and a picnic lunch.

I wondered what was in the bag, but I didn't have to wait long to find out! Master Paul produced from it a length of thin cable, obviously very strong; with a broad grin he padlocked its ends to my cock-ring and to Helen's collar, saying "I'm sure you two won't mind being kept together while we're down here! And now ... what shall we do with this?"

'This' was a small cylindrical object whose purpose was by no means obvious. I wasn't quite game to ask, but Helen said, "What's it for, Master?"

"It saves us the bother of keeping an eye on you all the time," he smiled. "It's a homing beacon ... see?" he continued and produced another (larger) object; he pointed this at the smaller cylinder and pressed a button ... and it emitted a loud buzz, which faded as he pointed it away from the cylinder!

"I guess we can just hang it on the cable between you two," he said, but my Mistress broke in with "I've a better idea! Come here, slave-boy, and bend over!" In a few moments I was 'wearing' the homing beacon deep inside my rectum, and a very tight belt and crotch-strap to keep it there!

"Let's go swimming!" said my Mistress and took off her skirt and blouse, revealing a black one-piece swimsuit, quite 'modest' in cut but stunningly simple in style. The contrast between her dark slim elegance and Helen's voluptuous blond nakedness, was striking ... and very erotic, as my cock proceeded to confirm by standing out like a flagpole! And I couldn't help but notice that the front of Master Paul's brief swimsuit was bulging noticeably too! ... but maybe (since I'd never seen him naked) he was just very well hung!

We went down to the water and swam for a while; my Mistress and Master Paul stayed close to Helen and me at first, enjoying the minor difficulties we had with the cable -- it really didn't bother us too much, although we had to be careful not to 'snare' other swimmers with it! For my part, the thing in my rectum and the tight crotch-strap were occupying far more of my attention!

When we had our picnic lunch a little later, I had to provide 'entertainment' by relating my experiences of the previous night. I didn't go into all the details, but it was clear (from Helen's sparkling eyes and Master Paul's intent expression) that I did entertain them! But I also noticed my Mistress and Master Paul exchanging one or two 'significant' glances, and I couldn't help wondering -- again! -- what they'd been doing last night.

Soon after lunch I thought I was going to have the opportunity to find out; my Mistress and Master Paul decided to leave Helen and me to ourselves while they paddled a small boat out into the bay. We swam a little, then went walking along the beach until we reached some rocks; and amongst these we found some lovely small pools of warm water surrounded by their own tiny patches of sand.

Sitting in the sun, seemingly in our own little world, I felt brave enough to ask Helen if she had been with my Mistress last night. She said that she had been, and was only too willing to tell me of her own experiences, but refused to tell me anything about my Mistress, saying "She was very firm on that point! She said that if anyone was to tell you, it had to be her."

My jealousy began to assert itself again. "It's just not fair!" I cried, "I'll bet she was having it off with your Master Paul! And she won't even let me have a single orgasm, not even using my hand ... I've a good mind to bring myself off now, we're well out of their sight."

Helen tried to cheer me up, but I was too angry. But suddenly she said, "Mistress Tina doesn't want you to bring yourself off, but maybe she wouldn't mind if I did it for you -- just like you did for that girl in the cells!" I wasn't sure (I had a feeling my Mistress, for some reason, really didn't want me to come) but I kept this to myself and allowed Helen to start fondling my cock.

It was great! ... to have my rigid prick stroked gently and sensuously, and just to know that this time it would end in a climax! I lay back and let myself enjoy the touch of Helen's clever fingers, and she steadily built up my arousal ... and not without getting excited herself! Suddenly she said, "I can't resist this! I don't care if Master Paul will be angry with me!" and straddled my naked body with her lovely thighs!

I made no attempt to stop her as she guided my rock-hard organ into her tight moist cunt and began to move up and down in the time-honoured way. Soon I wouldn't have been able to stop her even if I'd wanted to, so great were the waves of pleasure that were sweeping me towards my first climax in days. All the pent-up stimulation I'd been getting seemed to be concentrated in my cock, and before very long it all burst out as I bucked my hips and came deep inside my beautiful fellow-slave.

"Feel better now?" asked Helen a few minutes later as I tried to get my breath back. I smiled and nodded, and she continued, "I think we should go back to the beach soon -- our Master and Mistress might be back from their little 'cruise'. Also, I think we should tell them that we've screwed -- I'm sure they won't really be angry with us."

"No, please!" I protested, "Let's keep it a secret, just between us. If Mistress Tina can keep a secret from me, I can do the same to her. When she tells me what she did last night, I'll tell her about this. Promise me you won't tell her, please?" I pleaded.

Helen hesitated, but eventually agreed. And when we returned to the beach and met our 'owners', she kept our secret with a perfectly straight face and I'm sure they didn't suspect a thing!

We swam and sunbathed for a while longer, but it was still only mid-afternoon when my Mistress and Master Paul said it was time to go back to the hotel "to use the booking we made for the bondage room"! Soon Helen and I found our naked bodies being tied, stretched and contorted in various ways as our owners experimented with the versatile equipment.

Like the previous afternoon, my Mistress and Master Paul frequently went into their huddle with intent whispers and note-making. But now they seemed to be more deliberate, as if working to a plan and refining a relatively small set of bondage positions to put us into. And the last position -- and the one they spent the most time on -- was the one that yesterday I'd thought was going to lead to my eager cock entering Helen's moist pussy!

And this time, after some experimentation, they solved yesterday's difficulty! By using a bolster to raise my knees and hips well off the floor, they found that Master Paul could easily angle Helen's body so that her pussy could reach my cock. With my back arched as it was and my head on the floor, I could only see the action in a mirror and not very well at that ... but I certainly felt it when the tip of my cock actually touched the soft lips of Helen's cunt! But then he lifted her away and went into the huddle with my Mistress again.

For a moment I'd been almost sorry that Helen and I had screwed, just when (it seemed) our owners were about to make us do it anyway. Now my frustration and jealousy returned and were intensified by the fact that my Mistress was obviously playing a game with me and deliberately not allowing me either to come by myself or to fuck Helen. I concluded that she wanted to see how long I could last, with all the erotic stimulation, before actually begging her to let me come ... and then she would haggle over the penalty this was worth!

I resolved not to give her the satisfaction. Now I was glad Helen and I had screwed without my Mistress' knowledge and I decided not to tell her about it until she allowed (no -- ordered!) Helen and me to have sex. My thoughts continued along these lines as Helen and I were released and led out, somewhat stiff from all the tight bondage. We parted in the foyer, Master Paul taking Helen back to their chalet while my Mistress and I went back to our room, after arranging to meet later for dinner.

My Mistress made me take a long hot shower, which really made me feel much better; I had to admit that all in all I was still enjoying this holiday and I decided to save any complaints I had for my Mistress until we got back to the cruise ship -- meanwhile I'd try to co-operate as well as I could. I emerged from the shower all ready to help my Mistress bathe and dress, but she suddenly remembered that we'd left Suzy, the girl in the cells, tied to her cell bars.

"I know," she said after a moment's thought, "I'll bathe and dress myself while you go and release her ... but make sure you first give the cheeky little wench's twat a good tickle, and pinch her nipples hard from me! I'll phone the warders to tell them you're coming."

Suzy was quite pleased to see me when I told her I was there to let her go, but less so when I outlined my Mistress' orders. Apparently she'd been quite thoroughly fondled and had had orgasm after orgasm wrung from her helpless body. Tired as she was, she still responded to the touch of my fingers -- although it took some time before she climaxed. I untied the cords and gave her a parting kiss and a pinch on each tender nipple ("from my Mistress," I told her). She gave me a tired smile and immediately went and lay down on her pallet.

My Mistress was waiting, bathed and dressed, when I returned; she accepted my explanation for the delay, but seemed a little preoccupied. I wondered why, but only briefly because soon there was a phone call from Master Paul in the foyer, asking if my Mistress was ready to go to dinner. Helen wasn't in the foyer with Master Paul; she was waiting out in the taxi he'd hired ... or rather on it, shackled on an open platform at the rear (a bit like the luggage on cars on the Twenties!). I was made to join her and we spent a short but quite eventful journey being ogled and fondled by passers-by whenever we stopped or slowed down ... which was often!

The first few moments we were left in peace, Helen said, "Peter, I'm feeling more and more guilty about this afternoon. Not because of what we did!" she went on hurriedly. "That was great and it felt so good! -- but because we didn't tell Master Paul and Mistress Tina about it straight away. I really do want to tell Master Paul -- won't you please change your mind so we can both tell them together?"

I stared at her. "But this afternoon you agreed not to say anything until ..." I protested, but stopped, suddenly realising that my intentions had also changed since then.

"I know," she said, "but I've been thinking about it a lot since then. And I won't just tell Master Paul without trying to persuade you to own up with me, because I'm sure he'd tell your Mistress and that might mean big trouble for you ... and I don't want that!"

She blurted the last bit quickly, because just then we arrived at our destination and our conversation had to stop. Her last words stuck in my mind, but I couldn't give them much attention for a while because we both had to concentrate hard on the unique 'arrangements' at this restaurant.

My Mistress and Master Paul were welcomed by the host and invited to follow him to their table, but Helen and I were immediately taken aside into a small bare room by a uniformed man and woman who displayed the assurance of people used to commanding slaves. "Listen very carefully," said the man, "because we don't have time to repeat anything!

"In this restaurant the table service is provided by you! You will wait at your owners' table only and since this is your first time you won't be expected to be perfect in every detail. But there are a few things we insist on -- that your serving must be as discreet and as unobtrusive as possible, which means you won't utter a sound while you're in the dining room. Our customers want peace and quiet to enjoy a good meal and they want it served without fuss by slaves who know their place ... as just part of the furniture! In fact, most likely they won't speak to you at all and hardly even look at you."

The woman continued: "In a moment we'll take you into a room where you'll wait with the other serving slaves for a summons from your owners. They're at table 4: remember that, because someone will simply announce that table 4 is asking for service, and you'll be expected to respond immediately.

"When summoned you'll go directly and quietly to your table with the menu or food or wine which we will give you. It'll normally be obvious what is expected of you and when you've done it you'll immediately return ... unless a small red light (meaning 'wait') is on above the table. And one last thing: you can expect that your naked bodies will be extensively fondled by your owners; I warn you not to resist this, otherwise we have their permission to parade you to all tables to be fondled by any customers who care to! Right, let's go ... and keep your elbows up, chests out and stomachs in!"

While they were talking, they fitted us with wrist cuffs joined by short chains and collars, to the back of which the wrist chains were clipped, so that we had to hold our elbows above our heads. We were led into a room where stood a number of naked slaves, most of them shackled just as we were, and a few other people dressed in uniforms like those of our 'supervisors'.

We waited for a short while, then suddenly a voice called: "Service at table four!" Helen and I looked at each other, grinned wryly, and headed for the door. But before we reached it, our 'supervisors' stopped us and gave us the menu and wine list to take to the table; one was hung from Helen's nipple by a strong clamp, the other from my cock by a cord looped tight around its base! Then we were gently but firmly pushed through the swing door into the dining room.

It was not a large room, containing only six tables, but it was richly furnished with deep carpet and brocade drapery. The tables were well spaced, and the subdued murmur of voices in conversation was almost lost in a wash of soft background music. We had no trouble locating table 4 and as we walked almost noiselessly towards my Mistress and Master Paul I noticed that some portions of the walls were mirrored, giving everyone (including ourselves) a variety of views of our naked bodies.

We stopped at table 4, Helen standing beside Master Paul and I beside my Mistress. They barely glanced at us as they detached the menu and wine list from our naked bodies, then continued their quiet conversation as they opened them. There was no red light above the table, so Helen and I glanced at each other, agreed wordlessly, and made our way back to the other room.

As soon as we came through the door, our 'supervisors' approached us with "Did your owners touch you?" and, when we said "No, they just took the menus," they continued "OK, just wait for the next summons."

It came almost immediately and Helen and I returned to table 4. This time the red light was on, so we waited patiently for a minute or so until my Mistress and Master Paul casually reached out and gave me and Helen respectively a quick but intimate caress. Then the light suddenly went out; somewhat mystified, Helen and I returned to the other room and, in answer to the same question as before, told our 'supervisors' that "Yes, they did fondle us for just a moment." But they weren't satisfied; they wanted to know exactly how and where our owners had touched us. We both hesitated, but they insisted and at last we told them, our faces flushed with embarrassment. They listened carefully and replied quite calmly, "OK, come with us."

They led us to a bar at one side of the room, where they ordered two cocktails and, while waiting for them to be mixed, they unclipped our wrist chains from our collars. Helen and I stared at each other in slowly dawning comprehension -- the caresses were the way the diners placed their orders!

And so it turned out! Along with the other serving slaves, Helen and I made repeated trips into the dining room, either carrying food or drinks or else with our empty hands held well out of the way of our owners' caressing hands. We were (as had been predicted) very thoroughly fondled, especially when the orders for the main course were placed; and when they ordered a bottle of wine, our supervisors told us that at any time a sharp pinch on our left nipple would mean that we were to pour a little more wine into their glasses.

As the evening wore on, I began to enjoy it more and more; and so did Helen -- she quite cheerfully admitted it, and her bright eyes and rapid breathing confirmed this. Although the diners generally did ignore us slaves moving past their tables, I noticed the men had real difficulty in keeping their eyes off Helen's lovely shapely nakedness!

The sheer incongruity of the restrained luxury and quiet formality of the dining room, contrasted with us slaves moving about, our stark naked bodies on public view and being openly handled in the most intimate places and ways, was both humiliating and strangely erotic. And most humiliating of all -- having to describe, in minutest detail and in a loud clear voice, all these caresses! ... but even this started to be exciting, an excitement fuelled by hearing the other slaves tell of the caresses they were given!

We slaves did have some time to ourselves too -- when the diners were busy with their main courses, we were even allowed to eat ... although we weren't given a choice of food and had to eat standing up out of bowls on benches without the use of our hands! Nevertheless the food was good and satisfying.

There was also time to talk, and Helen used it to continue trying to persuade me to confess our 'escapade'. At first I was adamant, but she was very persuasive (who could resist such a gorgeous and cheerful girl?) and by the end of dinner she'd got me to agree, except that I wanted to wait until tomorrow morning; "Maybe," I said, "my Mistress will tell me before we go to bed tonight what she and Master Paul did last night." Helen looked a bit dubious at this, but she agreed to it.

Our conversation was of course broken by the demands of our owners. A few times only one of was called out, usually just to pour more wine; and on one of these occasions I was clumsy enough to spill some on the white tablecloth! Just in time I remembered to choke off the apology that came to my lips, but Master Paul and my Mistress didn't seem to notice ... until Master Paul reached across, gripped my balls and squeezed, just hard enough to make me gasp. When I told our lady supervisor, she asked sharply, "What happened just before?"; I admitted spilling the wine and immediately she clipped my wrist chain to my collar, took a short whip from a rack and ordered me to follow her into the dining room.

At table 4 she murmured quietly to Master Paul, "Our apologies for the slave's clumsiness, sir. Normally he would be severely punished, but as you know he is very new, so may I suggest just a single stroke with this whip?" Master Paul looked across at my Mistress, who nodded almost imperceptibly, and replied, "Yes, that'll be fine. Now let's see ... across the belly, I think." The supervisor handed him the whip and, moving behind me, positioned me with my naked body arched forward slightly.

Hardly seeming to take aim, Master Paul flicked the whip casually across my belly ... but it stung furiously, and the crack echoed like a gunshot in the quiet room! Other diners looked up curiously, and the embarrassment of being treated in this way in these surroundings seemed to make the weal hurt more. And once again the strange contrasts of this place had their erotic effect on me, and my cock got harder than ever!

Master Paul handed the whip back and said, "One more thing though -- I don't think we'll want this slave to do any more serving. We'll just use him for our orders, so you may as well fasten his clumsy hands right out of the way." So for the rest of the meal my arms were tightly laced into a single-sleeve behind my back, and on the few summons remaining I had to remember (and describe!) the caresses of both my Mistress and Master Paul ... and they seemed to take delight without showing it, of course!) in doing it more roughly than really necessary. Helen did all the serving ... and she did it very very carefully!

Eventually my Mistress and Master Paul finished their dinner. Helen's and my 'supervisors' took us to the front door to meet them -- after giving us a long series of very intimate caresses, which they said was used by regular customers to tell the serving slaves "Thank you and you've done very well!" As a result we were both flushed and breathing hard (almost as hard as my cock was!) when we followed my Mistress and Master Paul on a short walk just around the corner to the 'theatre' where the other evening we had watched the bondage demonstrations.

Tonight, of course, there was a competition and we all settled down to watch, along with a good number of other spectators. The five entrants (ranging from a team of six to just a Mistress and her male slave) first had to perform a set of prescribed bondage scenarios and later were allowed to show their imagination in a 'free-expression' segment. They had to keep to a strict time limit and were assessed by two judges on a number of criteria including speed, variety, tightness and security of the knots. (One team was even disqualified because the judges felt that in one position the victim could have escaped ... although how was a mystery to us!)

It was all fascinating and rather exciting, and my Mistress and Master Paul again picked up some new ideas that they promised to try out on Helen and me sometime. Finally the winning team was announced and enthusiastically applauded by the audience; the Masters and Mistresses in the audience, by the way, didn't clap their hands, but instead slapped loudly on the naked bodies of their slaves! So Helen's and my backs and bum-cheeks were quite red and smarting by the time the compere made his final speech.

"Thank you for your attention and enthusiasm, Masters and Mistresses," he said. "This brings us to the end of the main part of the evening's entertainment. However, for anyone who would like to stay a little longer, we like to invite (shall we say?) 'amateurs', as distinct from the 'professionals' we've been watching, to try their hand at the same sort of thing. And I'm pleased to say that tonight our invitation has been accepted by two teams: the first, some visitors, Master Paul and Mistress Tina and their slaves Helen and Peter, and the second ..."

I didn't hear any more; Helen and I were staring at each other in utter surprise, and then we both turned and looked accusingly at my Mistress and Master Paul ... to be greeted with mischievous grins and an unabashed "This'll be fun, won't it?"

"... a short break to give our contestants time to get ready," finished the compere. The audience stood up to stretch their legs and get some refreshments, and my Mistress and Master Paul led Helen and me to a room backstage. There we were met by the compere, who checked with Master Paul and my Mistress that all the gear they wanted was to hand and with Helen and me that we were willing to go naked on stage and submit to the public bondage.

Helen agreed readily, although she was blushing deeply as she did so; I hesitated for a moment (causing my Mistress a little concern, I noticed) but then agreed too; I decided that, if Helen and I were to 'confess' our love-making tomorrow morning, it would be best if my Mistress had nothing else to hold against me.

My Mistress and Master Paul each went out briefly and returned wearing skin-tight leotards, my Mistress in deep red and Master Paul in black. I wondered why they had to change in privacy -- after all, Helen and I had seen each of them naked before, and I was convinced they hadn't remained dressed whatever they'd done last night! But I had little time to think about this, because just then the compere appeared on stage and announced the second part of the programme ... and we were on first!

Our owners led Helen and me out on stage, to a smattering of applause. I'm sure we looked quite good, with their dark leotards in dramatic contrast to our lightly tanned nakedness. The compere announced the first 'event' -- in which Helen and I were to be put into a number of 'classic' bondage positions -- and the show was under way!

It took only a moment to realise that the bondage that my Mistress and Master Paul were putting us into was exactly what they'd been 'practising' on us in the bondagae rooms at the hotel the last two days! "So that," I thought as my naked body was quickly but carefully positioned in various ways and my wrists and ankles (and other parts!) securely fastened, "is what all the whispering and consulting the notebook was all about!" Helen, I'm certain, had made the same connection, because more than once her eyes smiled at me in a "Remember this?" sort of way as we were bound together.

The time allowed for this first segment expired and the audience applauded generously ... mostly, I was certain, for Helen's blond naked loveliness and her cheerful acceptance of the bondage imposed on her in such a public way. Each new position seemed to increase her excitement, and she was breathing quickly and her eyes were shining as my Mistress and Master Paul took a bow.

A quick announcement from the compere took us straight into the second segment of the contest -- the 'free expression' part ... and suddenly I understood what was exciting Helen so much! The bondage we were put into was still the same as my Mistress and Master Paul had tried out on us, but now it was the more unusual positions, more intimate, more exciting ... and I remembered that the last one they'd tried was the one where Master Paul lowered Helen's body carefully, aiming her wide-open pussy towards ...!

My cock -- which had hardly been limp before -- now stood up rock-hard! It was a strange feeling, to be on a stage under the bright lights, stark naked and helplessly bound, and to be conscious of many eyes watching my excitement grow and my prick seem to get bigger and bigger! But I didn't care and I even began to enjoy it; "She's been planning this all along!" I said to myself. "This is what she's been saving me for!"

I even began to regret that Helen and I had, in a way, sabotaged the plan; but, when they started to put us into that final bondage, I was sure that I would 'perform' up to my Mistress' expectations and that it would be no less pleasant for me! Our knees were spread, our ankles were tied to our thighs, our elbows were pulled severely behind our backs, our wrists were drawn tightly towards our ankles and our tautly arched naked bodies were displayed to the audience. I knew, from what I'd seen in the bondage room mirrors, exactly what they were seeing and was aware that I ought to feel ashamed -- but I didn't, not one bit! All I could think was: "In a minute my cock will be deep inside Helen! ... and in front of all these people!"

My Mistress' and Master Paul's experiments and practice proved successful --when my hips were raised on a bolster and Master Paul slowly lowered Helen, her moist warm pussy slid smoothly down onto my rigid organ. It felt wonderful! ... but at that very moment the gong signalled the end of our time!

I could have howled with frustration as Master Paul lifted Helen up again and he and my Mistress turned her and me to face the audience again. This time the applause was definitely enthusiastic and it increased when my Mistress reached down and squeezed my cock to ease my obvious over-arousal -- I realised they'd really enjoyed the way it had put my excitement on view. But I wished that my Mistress and Master Paul had only been just a little quicker...!

The judges made their comments immediately. Helen and I stayed bound as we were, my Mistress and Master Paul standing behind us and supporting our arched kneeling bodies as they listened. Allowing for their inexperience, they scored very well in tightness of bondage but not so well in some other areas. In particular, one of the judges criticized the poor timing of the last 'tableau'.

"You could have been a good deal quicker with the earlier positions," she said, "without losing points for tightness. It was quite a novel idea, and our audiences always love a good on-stage slave mating. As it was, it turned into rather an anti-climax ... pun intended!" She smiled and waited for the laughter to subside, then spoke directly to my Mistress, "... which was a pity, because your slave was so obviously ready ... and willing. In the fun spirit of this amateur contest, I doubt if we'd have deducted any points for running overtime if you'd let him finish."

"Thank you," replied my Mistress, "but we did plan it exactly as you saw. We feel our slaves are not quite ready to come in public yet. And thank you for your other comments and for the score you've awarded us ... we really didn't expect to do so well!"

I wanted to shout, "I am ready!" -- but at that precise moment my Mistress caught my eye and almost as if I were reading her mind I remembered something: when we were working out our Mistress/slave agreement (it seemed like ages ago) she'd undertaken never to make me come in front of anyone else, unless I agreed to it beforehand! So she had in fact kept strictly to the agreement and I really had no valid complaint ...

These thoughts occupied my mind while we moved offstage and Helen and I were partly untied -- our arms were kept firmly but not uncomfortably tied behind our backs. And I was too preoccupied really to watch closely as the other 'team' went through their paces. They were two men, one black and one white, and they exchanged the Master/slave roles between the two segments of their act. Part of my mind was vaguely conscious that their show was a lot more skilful and practised than ours, almost as good as the teams we'd seen before; but another part was still wrestling with what had (not!) happened earlier ... and I came to the conclusion that my Mistress could have told me what she was thinking of and got my OK first, instead of making such a big surprise of it all!

My anger and jealousy and rebellion returned in force. I hardly heard the judges' comments on the other team's effort, which they rated a good deal better than ours, or my Mistress and Master Paul freely admitting that the decision was fair. But I resolved that, since my Mistress had again proved that she wouldn't break our pact, I would keep to it too ... until we got back to the cruise ship, and then I'd have it out with her. "As for Helen and me screwing," I told myself, "our agreement doesn't include that either (maybe we just assumed it could never happen!), so I'm not going to confess it until I'm good and ready!"

I was very quiet, perhaps even a little sullen, on the way back to the hotel. Helen sensed something, I'm sure, because she looked at me several times with real concern; but I decided I'd wait until morning to tell her my 'final' decision -- maybe my Mistress would still have a chat with me before bed.

But no; when we got back to our room she simply said, "It's very late, isn't it? I need my sleep, and after all the excitement today I think you do too ... so let's make sure you don't keep yourself awake!" And she shackled me on my pallet in such a way that I couldn't even play with my poor frustrated cock or anything!

As a result, I was soon asleep and I slept like a log!

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