My dearest Helen,

 

Well, here goes on the first email of what I just know is going to be a long and very enjoyable correspondence with you!....

It was only yesterday that we arrived home, but Mistress Tina has already told me to write this email... mainly because she thinks you - and Officer Paul, of course! - would be interested in what happened during our journey.

As you know, the first day's drive took us to the little guesthouse run by Dan and Brenda, the couple who came on our last cruise as unaccompanied slaves - remember? - and Mistress Tina chose to keep me well aware that my holiday was over by making me do all the driving. So I was pretty tired, but looking forward to a pleasant - perhaps even exciting! - evening with our friends, by the time we turned off the highway at the exit leading to the guest-house, down a road that ran parallel to the highway for a hundred yards or so. But we stopped as soon as we'd left the highway: Dan was there, working at clearing some undergrowth from the sides of the road. He leaned in through my window to greet us, saying his work was done and he "wouldn't mind a ride home!"

Mistress Tina took his hint... in a way that I didn't anticipate at all! "Of course!" she said cheerfully. "That is, if you don't mind driving; as you can see, we don't have a spare seat. Out you get, slave: it'll do you good to walk the rest of the way!"

I made to obey, but before I even got the door open, Dan asked casually, "You're not afraid that your slave might run away?" Which led to Mistress Tina, with a broad grin, handcuffing my hands behind my back and, for good measure, fastening a thin chain between them and my cock-ring, passing it down the back of my trousers and between my legs.

"If he does run away now," she smiled, "he might find it a little hard to explain why he's shackled like this! See you at the house, slave!" she said as Dan got in and they drove off, leaving me to walk along the road. I was in full view of the passing traffic: it was unlikely anyone in the speeding cars would notice my handcuffs, but I wondered what to do if one came down the side road and stopped beside me, or if I met other guests at the guest-house!

To my relief, when I reached it, no cars were parked outside, and I remembered that the sign at the exit from the highway had said 'Closed'. In fact, I couldn't even see Mistress Tina's car, so I went into the office in the hope of meeting Brenda or Dan. It was the latter who greeted me, and wasted no time in establishing the 'ground rules'.

"You must be the slave," he grinned, "that our guest left to walk in from the road. Well, we have standards here, and the first is that slaves don't wear clothes!" Conceding that he and Mistress Tina must have arranged this as they drove in, I said nothing and wryly resigned myself to my 'fate'.

Dan undid my belt, pulled my trousers and underpants down, and made me step out of them. Then I had to hold my feet up so that he could remove my shoes and socks, and finally he used scissors to cut the sleeves of my shirt up to my neck, because he didn't want to unlock my handcuffs to take it off. Once again stark naked, I stood quietly while he looked me up and down and gave me the kind of brief but intimate fondle that I was so accustomed to.

Suddenly, he called over his shoulder, "Slave-girl, you're wanted in the office!" A moment later Brenda came in: not unexpectedly, she was as naked as I was, except for a tight leather belt around her waist and a strap that went down from it through her pussy and between her legs - and was obviously pulled pretty tight, too! Her ankles were 'hobbled' by a short chain between cuffs, and similar cuffs were on her wrists, but with a longer chain joining them and passing through a ring at the front of her belt.

At the sight of me, she showed little surprise, and her smile was bright and welcoming. She didn't speak, however, and I recognized that the familiar rule about slaves not speaking without permission was in force here. I wondered how, after the two weeks in which they'd both been slaves, they had decided who was to be the slave and who the Master.

"You may leave your work in the kitchen for a while," Dan told her. "Our guest said she wanted her slave brought to her as soon as he arrived. so I want you to deliver him. Use one hand on the most convenient handle you can find to lead him with, and see that you come straight back!"

The 'most convenient handle', of course, was my cock, and Brenda took a firm grip of it as she led me through a side door to the office. The chain between her wrists forced her to keep her other hand close in front of her, while she made me walk beside her along the rear of the guest-house. It was still daylight, and I was just a little nervous - as I'd been before in this same place - of being seen by uninitiated strangers.

Brenda tried to reassure me. "We've no guests except Mistress Tina," she told me. "We'd planned anyway to stay closed for at least a week after the cruise, mainly to give us time to work on improving our facilities for bondage and slavery games! No-one lives on that side," she indicated the woods behind the guest-house, "and we're pretty well screened from the highway."

Still, I was aware of some places where we were revealed momentarily to the highway. I couldn't help imagining some passengers, who might happen to look this way, catching a quick glimpse of two naked shackled bodies and wondering whether they were seeing things! I said so to Brenda, and she giggled.

"Yes, I know what you mean," she said. "But that's half the fun of being a naked slave, isn't it, the risk of being exposed to strangers, and unable to do much about it? Dan - oops, I must remember he's my Master now... Master Dan and I have talked a lot about how we can enjoy all these things while running the guest-house, and we have a big surprise to tell you and Mistress Tina. Not now, though: here we are!"

We'd reached the very last room, and now I saw why I hadn't seen Mistress Tina's car: it was parked beside the house, rather than in front. Brenda knocked, and the door was opened by my Mistress, dressed only in a robe. She greeted Brenda cheerfully.

"Hello, slave-girl! You've brought my slave: thank you, you deserve a little reward." She reached out to give Brenda's generous boobs a sensual caress, and rolled her nipples gently in her fingers. "OK, you may go now. Tell your Master I'll join him for drinks in about an hour."

Ordering me inside and shutting the door, she said she needed a bath. My handcuffs were removed for this task, one that I always find so very enjoyable: I knelt obediently beside the bath, lathering and rinsing her lovely body, and she chatted amiably as I did so.

"Did you enjoy your little walk?" she asked. "You weren't tempted to run away? You weren't accosted by any strangers? And did you behave appropriately when Master Dan met you?" I gave all the proper replies, and she went on, more seriously now: "So you understand that the Master here at present is Dan. I know you've had more to do with him as a slave, but I expect you to treat him as a Master - with respect, humility, obedience and so on. Any cheek, especially if you hint at his status on the cruise, and I'll personally punish you severely... as well as probably handing you to him for any penalty he may want to impose! I hope I make myself quite clear!"

That particular phrase, I'd come to learn, was not a question and I knew better than to reply: in any case, what she'd said was indeed perfectly clear. I resolved to take great care with my behaviour and everything I said!

After gently and adoringly patting her dry with a thick towel, I was left in the bathroom to shower while she dressed herself. When I came out, I found her wearing a casual - but very sexy - pant-suit with a bare midriff and almost bare back. "Now," she said, "to get you organized for your duties this evening. You weren't expecting to be treated as a guest, I trust?"

On the bed she'd laid out some things that I'd never seen before. As she fitted them on me, I realized they were almost the same as what Brenda had been wearing: they were brand new, too, also like Brenda's. There were ankle cuffs joined by a fairly short chain, and a wide belt for my waist with a strap hanging from its front: this strap was wide over my belly, but it narrowed further down so that, when it was drawn between my legs and attached to a buckle at the back of the belt, its narrowest part fitted neatly between my bum-cheeks. It also had a sort of pouch, which held my cock up underneath it across my belly, and a hole just over my pubic region: this, I guessed, might have been used to put my cock through, but Mistress Tina chose to put my balls through it instead and, as a final touch, used another small strap to separate them. The main straps on the belt and crotch-strap she pulled tight, until it felt almost as if my body would part at my waist and my legs would separate from each other! Finally, she fitted wrist cuffs on me, with a chain that passed through a ring on the front of the belt, and we were ready to go.