Holiday Highlights

I was still thinking along these lines a short time afterwards, when we slave-gangs were working at preparing produce for loading on the ship.

Suddenly, an overseer slave came to my chain-gang and, without so much as a word, disconnected my ankle shackle from the three girls and led me up to the house where I'd spent the night. There I was 'handed over' once again to the Boss-Lady's personal slave, who took me to a very pleasant patio where a table was set with what looked like a delicious breakfast.

"My Mistress will be here in a moment," he said. "She wants another look at you, so you better pose in a way that shows off your body best: legs a bit apart... hips forward... belly in... chest out... hands clasped behind your neck... yes, that'll do."

He left me waiting there, but I didn't have to wait long. The Boss-Lady came out, wearing a long semi-transparent robe in a shade of pale green that complemented her skin tones perfectly and allowed me to see just a hint of her shapely figure underneath. She sat down at the table and started to eat, seeming not to notice how my cock had got hard at the sight of her... but before long she reached out casually and fondled it briefly -- at which it got harder still!

She said nothing at all until she'd eaten most of her breakfast, but she continued to run her hands occasionally over my nakedness, from neck to thighs but concentrating on my nipples, cock and balls, and bottom. Finally, when she was enjoying a second cup of coffee, she turned towards me and spoke.

"I don't often do this," she said, "with the field-slaves who are lucky enough to spend the night with me. After all, that's a privilege enough as it is, and it's only your duty to justify that privilege by pleasing me as well as you can. However, in this case I wanted to compliment you on the excellent service you gave me with your tongue last night."

I found myself blushing deeply at this, it was so unexpected, and my cock seemed to get harder than ever. She smiled and gave it an even more thorough fondle before going on: "In fact, I enjoyed your service so much that I got in touch with the ship this morning, and asked to speak with your owner. Which is why I've had you brought here -- not just to have another look at you, and play with you. I was told that you're an unaccompanied slave -- yes?"

"Not really, ma'am," I replied, more than a little surprised. "I thought they would have told you..."

"I'm asking you , slave!" she interrupted sharply, and gave my balls a slight but painful squeeze to emphasize her rebuke.

"I... I'm sorry, ma'am," I stammered. "I am an unaccompanied slave at the moment, but only because my Mistress chose to take another unaccompanied slave with her while visiting the other island, and left me in his place."

"I see," she replied. "So you do have an owner on this cruise. Is that an arrangement for the cruise only, or does she own you at other times, too?"

"Yes, ma'am, she's my permanent Mistress."

"... and you're her permanent slave," she added the obvious corollary. "Now tell me, are you her full-time slave?"

"Yes, ma'am!" My reply was given with not a little pride.

"Good!" she said, with a smile of great satisfaction. "That's what the Purser couldn't tell me. And, since your owner isn't available right now, that's why I had you brought here."

She paused, her hands still toying idly with my cock, and looked me straight in the eyes as she went on in a very serious voice: "I would like to have you as my personal slave. I'm getting a little bored with my present one, and he's ready for a change, too... when I find a suitable replacement. Of course, this would be subject to your owner's agreement, but how would you feel about it?"

I stared at her in utter confusion. One part of me found this woman so sexy and exciting -- needless to say, that feeling was betrayed by the reaction of that one physical part of me that she was still fondling! -- but there was also the strong sense of loyalty I felt towards my Mistress. The latter won out, but I wondered how the Boss-Lady would take my answer: she was kind enough to wait patiently for it, and I think she was hopeful of a positive answer, by the way my cock was standing up rigid and purple!

"Thank you, ma'am," I managed to say at last, "for the compliment you've paid me with your offer: it would have been a great honour to be your slave, but please, may I explain that I've been a full-time slave only a short time and I'm still learning to please my Mistress and I very much hope she's not tired of me yet. So... I beg you to accept my humble refusal of your kind offer."

The Boss-Lady's smile was a mixture of regret and approval. "That was nicely done, slave," she said. "I won't try to change your mind, but it's a pity, because I think you would have enjoyed slavery to me. Slave!" she called to summon her slave and, when he instantly appeared, told him, "You'll be staying with me a bit longer, isn't that nice? Now bring me paper and a pen." He obeyed, and she told him to summon one of the overseer slaves.

Rapidly, she covered a sheet of paper with neat handwriting, then rolled it into a tube and used real wax to seal it and fix the ribbon she tied around it. She tied the other end of the same ribbon tightly around the base of my cock, saying, "Be sure to give this to the Purser to hold for your Mistress: he's expecting it. And, just to save you from the temptation to see what I've written, put your hands behind your back. Slave, tie his wrists!"

She stood up, her hands retaining a firm grip on my still-hard cock, then leaned forward to give me a brief kiss on the lips. "Be a good slave," she said with a warm smile, "and enjoy your slavery to your Mistress as long as it lasts." Turning to her own slave, she ordered, "Send him back to the ship, with my apologies to the officer in charge, if I've caused any delay."

Both her slave, and the overseer slave he passed me on to, used my cock as a convenient handle as they hurried me down to the wharf. Perhaps it was their grip, or the ribbon around its base, or perhaps my thoughts about the offer I'd just refused, that kept my cock almost fully hard! A boat was waiting, crewed by 'chain-gang' slaves under the orders of an officer, who greeted my 'escort' with impatient amusement: apparently, this was the last boat, and the Captain was anxious to weigh anchor and leave!

Since my tied wrists wouldn't allow me to help with the paddling, the officer bound me to the boat's small mast, then used a narrow leather paddle across my belly and chest to beat time for the paddlers and urge them to greater speed. By the time we reached the ship, the entire front of my naked body was a mass of red marks, but they weren't really too painful.

As soon as we were aboard, I obtained permission to deliver the Boss-Lady's letter to the Purser's office. The lovely Nicole went to inform the Purser of my errand and returned, saying, "He told me to bring the letter to him myself, and ordered you to report back to the officer in charge of unaccompanied slaves." Smiling, she took her time in untying the ribbon from my cock, and gleefully gave my nakedness a quick but thorough fondle. It was only the first of several I received, before I reached the unaccompanied slave quarters!

Often during the next few days, I wondered what was in that letter... and whether I would ever find out! I did, as it turned out, soon after my Mistress reclaimed me from my stint of unaccompanied slavery: she had me with her when she opened it, commenting drily as she did so, "I hope it's not a complaint of bad behaviour on your part, slave."

"Dear Mistress Tina," she read aloud. "My compliments to you on your fine slave, and especially on the talents of his lips and tongue. I enjoyed these talents several times last night; so much, in fact, that I have just asked your slave if he is willing to transfer his full-time slavery to me."

My Mistress paused briefly, but didn't even look at me before she continued reading: "If he had agreed, I would have wanted to discuss this with you, of course. However, he refused very politely, as is appropriate for a slave who is being well treated and is properly submissive to his current owner.

"On the other hand..." My Mistress paused again, and this time she did glance down at me with a strange expression in her eyes. "... he is only a slave, after all, and as such I refuse to take his answer as final, because it's not a slave's place to make such important decisions, I'm sure you agree. I think you should also know that his answer was not in terms of 'That is a matter for my Mistress to decide', but rather in terms of how he felt about his slavery to you.

"Therefore, I wish to pursue the matter further, and I feel I have just two options. One would be to kidnap your slave, but of course this would be quite improper and unforgivable of me. The other is to make an offer directly to you, to purchase him: this may persuade you to part with him, in which case he may reconsider his position and be willing to be my slave. I have a strong suspicion that the prospect didn't exactly turn him off!

"In any case, if you were willing to sell him to me, would he have any choice? I didn't ask him about the actual terms of his slavery to you, but there are some slaves, as you no doubt know, who have agreed to a fixed period of slavery, during which they may be passed between any number of owners, without any right of refusal on their part. Perhaps he is one of these?

"However that may be, I am offering to purchase your slave. Of course, I'm prepared to negotiate on the price, and my opening offer is..." My Mistress let out a low whistle and said, "I don't think I should tell you what her offer is, slave. You might get a swelled head!" She glanced down, grinned and commented drily, "There's another part of you that's already swollen enough!"

She started to read again. "I hope to receive your reply with the next visit of the cruise ship. Naturally, I hope it will convey your acceptance of my offer, perhaps in the form of your slave himself, securely bound or even in a crate, prominently labelled as 'Property of the Boss-Lady'!" I listened in fascination, my submissive nature excited by the images this conjured up.

"Yours sincerely, Lady Anita of the Plantation." My Mistress finished reading and looked down at me as I knelt at her feet. "Well, slave, I think you better tell me all about it: what you did to impress this Lady Anita so much, what she said to you, and exactly what you answered." I did so, taking care to describe everything as accurately as I could remember it, but trying not to give her too strong an impression of how much this Lady Anita had turned me on. She listened with interest, interrupting me only when she wanted something clarified. When I finished, she spent some minutes in thought before speaking.

"As far as I'm concerned," she said at last, "you are not for sale, at any price: I want that clearly understood. However, if you told her what you did, only out of loyalty to me, and you'd really like to become her slave, I'm willing to let you go: I could haggle for the best price, but I don't really need the money, so it could go in your bank account for when you might need it.

"As for the actual conditions of your slavery to her, I would make it quite clear that they must be negotiated between you: I would ask the cruise ship Captain, or a senior officer, to be present and witness your agreement. Could I be fairer than that? Now, what do you say?"

"Please, Mistress," I replied without hesitation, "I want to stay with you, as your slave, as long as you want me."

"Are you sure?" she asked, looking me straight in the eye.

"Yes, Mistress, I'm quite sure," I said firmly.

"I'm so glad," she smiled, her face warm with affection. "Your slavery to me has hardly begun, and I hope it'll be a long time yet before we start getting bored with each other. I know I've got lots of interesting, exciting and maybe surprising plans for you, and I'm sure you still have lots of potential to be an even better slave, and give me a great deal of pleasure.

"I'm quite flattered, though," she continued musingly, "that Lady Anita was so impressed with the skill you showed with your tongue: it proves my training is having some effect, eh? Mind you," she grinned archly, "I don't want you getting overblown ideas about your talents, because I think you still have a very long way to go, before you can fully satisfy me -- and satisfying me is what really counts... isn't it? Yes or no?"

I humbly murmured my agreement, but she didn't leave it at that. Clearly enjoying herself hugely, she forced from my lips a re-iteration of my total submission to her, and of the prime purpose of that submission: namely, that I was something to be used for her pleasure, however and whenever she wanted it. I duly gave the proper responses to her series of questions, from "I'm your Mistress, right?" and "You're my slave, yes?", to "And a moment ago, you said you want to be my slave, didn't you?" and "Which means you want to go on trying to please me, and help me to have the best orgasms you can, eh?" and finally, explicitly and humiliatingly, "What with , slave?"

"With my tongue, Mistress," I replied. Truth to tell, I was enjoying this 'renewal' of my vows of subservience to her, as much as she was: and she knew it, and I knew she knew it. This is just one of the things that's so wonderful about slavery to such a dominant but understanding Mistress! Her face was flushed with excitement when we reached this point, and I fully expected her to demand concrete proof of my oral devotion to her, immediately. But she fooled me -- again! -- with a much more serious challenge.

"Perhaps," she mused, "you performed above yourself with Lady Anita, because she turned you on so much. I think I'd be justified in being quite insulted, if you can't reach the same heights with me -- your Mistress, whom you want to stay with, and to whom you want to give all the pleasure you can. So... when I next demand the use of your sooo talented tongue, I'll expect to understand exactly why she was prepared to make such an outrageous offer for you. I hope you think about that, and remember it... the next time I allow your head between my legs, and your mouth on my pussy that you claim to adore!"

Her tone was serious, and I knew she meant every word: I wondered whether I could rise to the expectations that the episode with Lady Anita had aroused in her, and also what she might do to me if I failed to meet them.

Suddenly, her serious mood vanished as if it had never been, and she looked down at me with a bright smile. "Oh, I forgot!" she exclaimed, "Lady Anita's letter has a PS: it says, 'Whatever your resonse to my offer, please give your slave a small reward that you know he'll enjoy, for eating my pussy so well'.

"H'mmm," she murmured, thinking for a long moment. "Well, slave, I think you deserve..." -- she paused, deliberately keeping me in suspense -- "... a big reward! Not just for what she suggests, but even more for turning down her invitation and choosing to stay with me. Now, as to that reward...

"While you were amongst the unaccompanied slaves, was there by any chance one of the female slaves who particularly took your fancy?" Her lips curved slightly in the sort of sweet smile one might expect from a jealous wife. Only because I wasn't here, naturally! Well, was there? Be honest, now."

I found myself blushing and stammering in totally unexpected embarrassment. Well... yes, Mistress... there was one slave-girl..."

"D'you know her name?"

"Yes, Mistress, it's slave Julie."

"So... what would you like to do with slave Julie?"

"Er... er... everything, Mistress!" I blurted."

"Tell me -- in detail!" Now my Mistress' smile was indulgent, perhaps even encouraging.

"Well... er... I'd like to caress her... her naked body... all over. I'd like to run my hands over her breasts and... and roll her nipples in my fingers... feel the curves of her waist and hips and bottom and thighs under my hands." Slowly, encouraged by my Mistress' close attention to my every word, I warmed to my task and went on more positively: "Then I would put my hands between her thighs and feel the mound of her pussy, and slide my fingers up into her warm cunt. I'd also like her to suck my cock with her pretty mouth: most of all, I'd like to push my cock inside her, and fuck her very slowly."

"You're right about 'everything'," murmured my Mistress drily. "There's not much left after all that, is there? Except one thing: would you like to whip this slave-girl, too?"

"Not really, Mistress," I replied. "That's for Masters and Mistresses to do. Anyway, I think she's too pretty to be... er... whipped." I realized too late what I was saying, and the last word only came out at the wordless prompting of my Mistress' questioning look, a look that held more than a trace of jealousy.

That trace, however, disappeared as quickly as it had appeared, and she spoke almost as if she were giving me a lesson. "As a rule, it seems Masters think that the prettier the slave-girl is, the more whippable she is. As to what is for Masters and Mistresses to do, that applies to everything you want to do to this slave Julie, strictly speaking.

"However," she went on, almost resignedly, "I promised you a reward, and far be it from me to reneg on a promise. Just one more question, though: does this slave-girl fancy you, too?"

"I don't know, Mistress," I replied truthfully. "I've never even spoken to her, and she's given no sign that she's particularly noticed me."

At this, my Mistress smiled with an expression of real anticipation. "Not that that really matters, anyway," she said. "Well, let's see what we can do!" She picked up the phone, and was soon speaking to the officer in charge of unaccompanied slaves. I heard just one side of the conversation.

"Is slave Julie available at present?... Has she registered any unusual conditions or limits on her treatment?... Good, I'd like her brought to my cabin as soon as possible... no shackles at all, but blindfolded and gagged... I'll return her in two hours." She hung up and turned to me.

My excitement had already risen, but it rose even more as she outlined what she had in mind, and I agreed eagerly, in particular to her insistence that she and I should not say a word while slave Julie was in the cabin. A few minutes later there was a knock on the door, my Mistress opened it to reveal a crew slave, who announced, "You ordered an unaccompanied slave, ma'am?" Putting her finger to her lips, my Mistress smiled and nodded: the crew slave took the hint and smiled in return, and wordlessly held out the 'slave custody receipt' for her signature.

A moment later, with a frim grip on the arm, she led into the cabin the naked figure of the slave-girl I'd admitted to fancying: placing her in the middle of the floor, she stood back to look her over with an air of critical appraisal. What she saw was a girl of a little below average height, with a body that was at the same time generously curved and beautifully proportioned: her breasts were not large, but very firm and round, with deep red aureoles and prominent thrusting nipples; below a surprisingly narrow waist and flat belly, her hips flared out and down to join a pair of the most perfectly shaped legs I'd ever seen; the curves of her bottom, when my Mistress walked around to see, were almost as perfect.

With the blindfold and gag covering and distorting most of her face, the beauty of her eyes and mouth couldn't be seen, but the cascade of blond waves that reached below her shoulders was attractive by itself. Her skin was quite flawless, smooth and covered with hair so fine that it was virtually invisible -- even on the remarkably prominent mound of her pussy, which had obviously been meticulously depilated: the front of her vaginal lips were clearly visible and, peeping between them, what could only be the tip of a large -- and, I suspected, already somewhat aroused! -- clit.

For its part, my cock was getting aroused too, just by looking at slave Julie. And before long I was doing much more than looking: my Mistress helped me to tie Julie's wrists together and stretch them above her head until she was almost standing on tiptoe, then she sat back in a comfortable chair to watch, nodding to me with a smile as a signal to start doing what I wanted to.

Slowly, almost reverently, I allowed my hands to explore every inch of Julie's glorious naked body. Starting high up on her taut arms, I ran my palms down to her shoulders, around her neck, through her hair, down her back and over the lovely globes of her buttocks; kneeling, I traced the sleek curves of her thighs and calves down to her ankles and back up again, then followed the hour-glass shapes of her hips and waist up to the sides of her chest. Now I ran two fingertips gently around and around each of her full ripe breasts, gradually spiralling them over their firm curves until I reached the nipples, before succumbing to the temptation to place my palms right on them and hold them as if they were fruit waiting to be picked.

For many minutes I fondled those lovely tits: I stroked tham, squeezed them -- quite hard, once or twice! -- cupped them from behind her, rolled and gently pinched their hard nipples with my fingers, ran my nails along their sensitive undersides. In short, I did everything I wanted to... except one: when I leaned down to flick at her nipples with my tongue, intending later to suck on them as well, my Mistress cleared her throat sharply to attract my attention.

She was shaking her head and crooking her finger for me to go across to her: I obeyed, and she made me put my ear close enough to her mouth for her to whisper softly, so that Julie couldn't possibly hear. "Not your mouth, slave," she murmured. "After what we talked about earlier, your lips and tongue are for me only, at the moment. Just use your hands." Despite the softness of her voice, there was no mistaking the firmness of her order.

I nodded my understanding, and returned to Julie. Giving her tits a final brief caress, I now allowed my hands to make their way down over the smooth flatness of her belly, spending a little time playing with the deep indentation of her navel, and then lower still. It must have been obvious to Julie where my destination lay, but her breathing nevertheless quickened sharply when I moved one fingertip quickly from her navel down over the centre of her pussy mound to where her clit peeped shyly, as it were, between the lips just below.

Never before had I had the chance to fondle a girl's pussy that had no thatch of curly hair covering it, and I found it incredibly exciting. My hands cupped its sexy fullness and my fingers traced its shape, running all over it or along the creases that pointed towards her hip-bones and outlined it so clearly. Then I gently pushed both hands between her thighs and moved them apart, hoping she'd be willing to spread her thighs a little for me without force.

Nor was I disappointed: her legs moved apart without the slightest resistance, allowing my hands easy access to her most private parts. And I made good use of that access: I cupped her vulva with my palms and all four fingers, I ran my fingernails gently back and forth on each side of the lips, and finally I used the fingers of one hand to spread them, and thrust the fingers of the other deep inside her moist cunt, first one, then two and three fingers at once.

Her responsiveness to sexual arousal, hardly in doubt since I'd first started caressing her, now became even more pronounced: her hips started to rotate slightly in the most sensual manner imaginable, and she even seemed to be trying to force her body downwards to drive my fingers deeper inside her. From behind the gag blocking her mouth, faint moaning sounds were emerging, and her already rapid breathing was becoming almost a pant. Finally, yet remarkably soon, my thrusting fingers in her cunt, the ball of my thumb on her engorged clit, plus an occasional quick caress of a nipple, brought her to a climax -- almost silent, yet unmistakable by the spasms my fingers felt, the twitching of the flesh of her belly, and a surprisingly loud whining noise that seemed to come from her nose.

Before Julie even had time to 'come down to earth', my Mistress stood up, lowered and untied her wrists, only to tie them tightly palm-to-palm behind her, and forced her onto her knees. Making her cross her ankles -- thus also spreading her knees wide -- my Mistress bent down and looped the rope attached to her wrists, under her ankles and back up to her wrists, making it quite impossible for her even to try to stand. Finally she unfastened the buckle holding Julie's gag in her mouth and removed it... and immediately signalled me to push my rigid cock into Julie's still open mouth.

Despite the suddenness with which this was done, and the likely stiffness of her jaw muscles, Julie co-operated willingly -- and skillfully as well! In fact, such was her skill, coupled with the very high level of arousal I'd reached by fondling her magnificent body, that it was only a couple of minutes before I came. I almost felt disappointed as I arched my back and shot my fluid into Julie's throat, and from the corner of my eye I could see my Mistress: a smile of distinct amusement was spreading over her face, at my inability to make my pleasure last longer than this.

I was given another opportunity, however: almost before Julie had licked the last drops from my cock, the gag was back in her mouth and her bondage was being re-arranged again. With my help, my Mistress laid her face up on the bed -- or, rather, the top half of her body was on the bed, her hips were barely supported on its edge and her legs suspended in mid-air and spread very widely to convenient anchoring points on the wall. The effect was dramatic: Julie's shaven pussy seemed to be the centre of the room, and the lips of her cunt were open in an erotic invitation!

When my Mistress smilingly motioned me to take my place between Julie's legs, my cock responded to that invitation by starting to get hard again, despite having come so recently. It needed only a few minutes' caressing of the lovely body so helplessly displayed -- just for me! -- before I was able to lean forward and slowly push my fully erect organ deep inside Julie. Her cunt was tight and warm, but quite moist enough to allow me to slide in easily to the full length of my cock.

Now the climax I'd just had began to work in my favour, as I started to fuck my 'reward' with great thoroughness and enjoyment: I was able to last for about an hour, steadily thrusting in and out, slowly and smoothly at first but gradually more quickly and firmly. At the same time, my hands roamed constantly over Julie's naked body, squeezing her firm tits, toying with her nipples, feeling the smooth flatness of her belly, cupping the generous globes of her bottom, and reaching behind me to trace the lines of her widespread thighs.

Despite the discomfort of being only half-supported on the bed, and lying on her still-bound arms at that, it was clear that Julie was enjoying this too. Far from simply accepting her 'fate', she deliberately rotated her hips -- as far as she could! -- and I could feel the muscles around her cunt contracting and dilating in a sexy rhythm. She even used her fingers to contribute to the fun: the first time I thrust extra deeply, I felt their tips briefly tickle my balls -- an added sensation that I found intensely arousing!

My Mistress, too, was enjoying my 'performance', perhaps almost as much as Julie and I, although in a different way. She watched intently, moving around the bed to view us slaves from every angle, and occasionally she ran her hands briefly over some part of our naked bodies. At one point, sensing that Julie was approaching an orgasm, she whispered a few instructions in my ear: at her nod a moment later, I thrust very hard, then held myself against Julie's crotch and simultaneously pinched both her nipples with fingers and thumbs... at the same instant that my Mistress' finger and thumb located Julie's clit and worried it, gently but insistently. Julie climaxed! -- with a high-pitched whistle through her nose instead of a scream, and convulsive jerks of her body that seemed about to break her bondage!

She came again later -- this time through my efforts alone -- a few minutes before I came too. It was one of the most satisfying climaxes I'd had in a long time: partly, I think, because I was fucking a slave-girl I fancied more than some others, but probably even more because I was being granted a reward, for pleasing both Lady Anita with my tongue and my own Mistress by choosing to remain her slave. At the precise moment the waves of pleasure were breaking over me, I was intensely aware of my place as her slave , of how much I adored her and wanted to please her, and -- incongruously, maybe! -- of my sexual pleasure being 'entertainment' for her!

After my orgasm had subsided, my Mistress released Julie from her bondage and motioned me to take her into the bathroom: she also put her finger to her lips, to indicate that she didn't want me talking to Julie at all. While we were in there, she must have called the officer in charge of the unaccompanied slaves, because soon there was a knock on the door. My Mistress opened it to admit the same crew slave as before, who took charge of Julie without a word, to return her 'to quarters'.

Just before they left, my Mistress cupped Julie's pussy with her hand one last time and spoke in a loud whisper, carefully disguising her voice: "I hope you've enjoyed the last couple of hours, slave-girl, as much as I've enjoyed watching. You may be interested to know that I had you brought here at my own slave's request -- he pleased me in a particular way, and you've just been his reward! And it amuses me to think that, while he obviously knows who you are, you will never know who he is; he's under strict orders, not to let on!"

I found the same thought interesting, too, and dutifully followed those orders. However, I must have unintentionally looked at Julie in a way that made her guess the truth because, two days later, she found me alone and otherwise unoccupied and brought up the subject. "It was you, wasn't it," she asked, almost shyly, "... that I was the reward for, the other day?"

I tried to pretend ignorance, but my blush and the reaction of my cock betrayed me. Julie noticed, of course, and smiled brightly as she went on: "It was fun! That was the first time it's happened to me like that, and I loved it -- being brought out of the quarters blindfolded, then being fondled and fucked by I didn't know who! Naturally, I thought it was a Master; but when your Mistress told me you were just her slave, the humiliation was so exciting that I nearly came again! Anyway," she looked up at me, her eyes sparkling, "I hope I was a good 'reward' for you, because you were pretty good yourself!"

Before I could reply, we were interrupted by a familiar voice! "Well, well," said my Mistress drily, "I heard the last bit of what you said, slave-girl. Am I to understand that my slave disobeyed my explicit order, and you now know something that I intended you not to know?"

"Oh no, no, Mistress Tina!" protested Julie, rushing to my defence. "He didn't say a word, I swear. I managed to guess who it was, partly because I knew which deck I'd been brought to, and approximately which cabin it was, too; and then, over the last day or so, I noticed him blushing slightly and looking away quickly whenever I looked at him. Please, Mistress, you can't blame him for that: he's only human!"

My Mistress looked hard at her for a long moment before answering. She must have been convinced that Julie was telling the truth, because at last she said, in a tone of mock surprise, "Well, so he is! Funny, I've always thought of him as just a slave, and slaves aren't expected to have human reactions, you know. As for you, girl, it seems you're almost too smart to be a mere slave -- guessing who'd had fun with you by locating my cabin!

"But a slave is what you are, isn't it? And that's what you'll stay!" she went on before Julie could reply. She paused for a moment, thinking, then said, "Having used you to give my slave a reward, I've just had an idea to use you to teach him a little lesson as well. D'you know if any owner has claimed you for the next hour or two?"

"No, Mistress," answered Julie, "I haven't been told of any claim."

"Good!" was the reply. "Follow me, then, both of you!" Julie and I fell in step behind my Mistress, as she led the way back to her cabin: Julie's smile was bright with anticipation of... she could have had no idea what, and I couldn't have enlightened her, yet my own speculations gave me a thrill of anticipation too.

Once inside her cabin, my Mistress made Julie stand close beside her chair, where she could easily fondle the pretty slave-girl's nakedness with one hand while using the other to phone the officer in charge of the unaccompanied slaves. Having established that Julie was indeed 'unclaimed' for the next few hours, she registered her own 'claim': then, using both hands with the skill and casual possessiveness that we slaves were so accustomed to, she proceeded to explore Julie's lovely body even more thoroughly.

She gave her full attention to this 'inspection' for a good ten minutes before she spoke. Finally she said, "You know, slave-girl, my slave chose you himself to be his reward, because he thinks you're very pretty. I have to agree with him, too, especially now that I've seen your face without the blindfold. But he did say one thing that was quite strange, and that's why I've brought you here now...

"After he told me what he'd like to do with you, I asked him if there was something else -- as well as the things he did do with you... remember?" She smiled indulgently at the flush that suffused Julie's cheeks, not only (I suspected) at the memory of the day before, but also because my Mistress chose that moment to thrust two fingers slowly and deeply inside her. Specifically," she went on after a moment, "I asked him if he wanted to whip you: his answer went something like 'No, Mistress, she's too pretty to be whipped, and anyway, whipping is for Masters and Mistresses to do.'

"Being such a smart slave-girl," she continued sweetly, "I'm sure you could tell him where he was wrong: but, right now, I feel like spelling it out in detail myself. First, NO slave, however pretty or handsome or ugly -- or just ordinary -- is exempt from the possibility of being whipped: I'll bet there are plenty of times you've had your pretty skin marked just because you're so lovely... yes, I thought so!" She grinned at the plain acknowledgement on Julie's face.

"Second, although he was right about whipping not being the prerogative of you slaves, he was only partly right: everything that happens to slaves, such as bondage... or fondling, like now..." -- her hands demonstrated, graphically! -- "everything, including whipping, happens by the choice of owners, rather than slaves, and for the enjoyment of owners rather than slaves. But this doesn't mean that only owners actually do them: for example, yesterday my slave himself fondled you, like I'm doing now, and then he screwed you -- which I can't do, but I can enjoy watching!" Julie's blush deepened, as she remembered -- and as my Mistress' fingers again buried themselves in her cunt.

"The point he must understand," she went on inexorably, "is that, although it was a reward for him, it was I who chose to reward him, it was I who allowed him to select you, and it was for my enjoyment, at least as much as his, that I did so. And, to drive that lesson home, I've decided that your pretty skin is to be whipped: not only that, I want to enjoy the sight of him doing it -- whipping your sexy little body that he says is too pretty to be treated so."

The way this one-sided conversation had gone, I'd naturally seen something of this sort at its end: it was more of a surprise for Julie but, like a good slave, she accepted my Mistress' pronouncement as if it were the most natural thing in the world. But my Mistress wasn't quite finished...

"It might also teach you a lesson," she looked directly into Julie's eyes as she spoke, "namely, not to try and second-guess your betters, particularly when you are explicitly told we don't want you to know something. In future, you might decide that that's being too smart for your own good -- or rather, too smart for the good of your naked slave's skin!" Abruptly, she stopped fondling Julie, surprising her with two parting sharp tweaks of her nipples to emphasize the last words.

Totally ignoring Julie's involuntary yelp, she continued calmly, "Now, I'd like to know just how smart a slave you really are: or maybe I should say, how good -- how obedient a slave are you? I want you to obey my orders to pose yourself, without bondage or any shackles at all, and accept the strokes I tell my slave to give you without moving or complaining. If you don't think you can do that, I'll have him tie you up first, but then I promise there'll be at least twice the number of strokes. Well, which is it to be?"

Julie didn't even hesitate. "Please, Mistress," she said, humbly but at the same time almost breathless with excitement, "you don't need to have me tied: I'll try to do exactly what you want me to."

My Mistress acknowledged her decision with a very brief encouraging smile, but without so much as a word. Ordering me to bring her the entire contents of the rack of 'whipping' instruments from the cupboard set aside for such things, she made Julie -- and me! -- wait for several minutes, while she toyed with most of them before making her first choice. When it came, her order to Julie was softly spoken, yet almost whiplike in its sharp authority.

"Slave-girl," she said, "legs apart... bend over... touch your toes! You, boy," she addressed me, "use this on that round bum -- hard! -- until I tell you to stop!"

'This' was a large wooden paddle, and for several minutes the cabin echoed with the loud reports of it striking naked flesh, while Julie's shapely bottom steadily took on a shade of deep red. After this 'warming up', as she called it, my Mistress began frequently to change the instrument I used, sometimes only making me give one stroke with each at one time, or at one 'target': such as, several whips, from small to large, across Julie's back; canes, both light and heavy, on her bum and thighs and belly; a light multi-thonged 'cat' on her firm breasts and the insides of her thighs; and supple leather straps almost everywhere! Just as frequently, her curt orders made Julie position the parts of her body that were to be my next 'targets': bending over to present her bum, kneeling and arching her hips forward for her belly and tits, standing in a spreadeagle for her back, lying face up with her legs lifted and spread wide for the insides of her thighs, or drawn over her head for their backs, and even squeezing her breasts slightly to make her nipples protrude for a sharp downward flick with a light cane.

These last two strokes, one for each nipple -- and it took me a few misses before the cane caught just the tip, as my Mistress wanted it to -- were the only ones to elicit any sort of cry from Julie: as I'd discovered with my fingers yesterday, her nipples were particularly sensitive! Otherwise, she took the whipping I gave her with remarkable self-control: in fact, she gave every indication that she was quite turned on by much of it! I found myself turned on, too, partly by the sensations of whipping a beautiful naked girl, but maybe even more by the awareness that I was only obeying my Mistress' orders, and that I could easily be in Julie's place, being whipped for her enjoyment.

Immediately after the two flicks to her nipples, Julie was ordered to use her own fingers to squeeze and roll them -- not a little painfully, I could see -- and at the same time to stand facing my Mistress at an angle and to spread her legs as widely as she could. Then, without a word, my Mistress handed me a multi-thonged 'cat' and pointed straight at Julie's shaven pussy! Julie drew a sharp breath, but she didn't move: even her fingers stopped moving on her nipples.

"Don't stop, girl, until I tell you to," my Mistress' command was quiet but firm. "OK, boy, let's see how good your aim is: not too hard, but a sharp snap of your wrist should do it nicely."

She watched closely -- as did Julie, too, but for entirely different reasons! My first three attempts weren't accurate enough (yet, I think, quite painful enough for Julie!), but the fourth was exactly right: the thin thongs snapped precisely between Julie's spread thighs, some landing to each side of her pussy lips, some directly on them, and a few penetrating right into the gap opened by her pose. To my utter amazement and admiration, she reacted with only a long hiss of indrawn breath, holding it as if bracing herself for the next blow on this most private part of her gorgeous body.

She let it out again in relief, but just as slowly, when my Mistress said quietly, "That's enough, boy. OK, girl, you may let go of your nipples now." Gratefully, Julie obeyed, but it seemed to take her some seconds to realize that her whipping was quite over. By no means had it been severe, but there was hardly any part of her nakedness, from neck to knees, that didn't show at least some sign of a stroke that I'd put there -- and some of them must have stung a good deal!

My Mistress said nothing at all to Julie to compliment her on how she'd taken her whipping, or to me on how well I'd delivered it: it was as if what had happened was only to be expected of us, slaves that we were... and I realized suddenly that this was precisely the impression she wanted to create! On the other hand, there was no mistaking the warm approval in her eyes as she looked at us, nor the fact that she had indeed enjoyed the 'entertainment' we had provided for her!

After a few moments, she told me to come closer and give her the thongs I still held. Then, with her eyes on my erect cock, she spoke to Julie: "For a slave who said he didn't want to whip you, he seems to have quite enjoyed doing so! Come stand behind him, girl. Now you'll have a chance to 'pay him back', if you feel he was too cruel or he enjoyed it too much: put one hand between his legs and get a grip on his balls -- it's up to you how hard you squeeze -- and push the other into the small of his back... firmly!"

Bracing myself for what might have been a very painful squeeze of my balls, I completely failed to see what else my Mistress had in mind. No sooner had Julie's hand taken its grip, incidentally making my cock stand out even straighter, than my Mistress' hand flicked out and the thin thongs wrapped themselves stingingly around that most sensitive part of my anatomy! After exactly four of these strokes -- the same number of blows as I'd placed on Julie's pussy -- my Mistress put away the thongs... only to pick up a thin cane and bring it down sharply and with great accuracy, so that it flicked the very tip of my cock -- just as I'd done to Julie's nipples!

This last blow was by far the most painful, much worse than the relatively gentle squeeze that Julie was applying to my balls. Yet, such was the excitement this episode had aroused in me, especially through my awareness that my cock and balls were merely playthings for my Mistress to use -- or abuse! -- as she wished, that the pain itself seemed about to take me over the brink of a climax. My Mistress noticed, of course, and prevented it by the simple tactic of squeezing the tender tip of my cock between thumb and finger, at the same time telling Julie to pull firmly down on my balls. My arousal subsided.

A short time later, my Mistress dismissed both us slaves, Julie to return to the unaccompanied slaves' quarters, and me on some other errand. Before she did so, she made it quite clear that she would be very annoyed if we spent any more time together than absolutely necessary. Perhaps she really was a little jealous of Julie: I never asked, nor did I tell her that she had no need to be. As it happened, Julie and I hardly exchanged another word.

So ended another interesting highlight of this cruise!