“Mr. Mayer! How wonderful it is to see you.” 

John Mayer’s eyebrow furrowed a little bit as the man stepped forward to shake his hand and only then did he realize his mistake. “My apologies Mrs. Mayer, it is an honour to finally meet you. Mr. Mayer has spoken very highly about you” 

Kristy gave him a stiff nod and John knew immediately that she would be very hard to please right off the bat. The couple were on vacation to one of the secret private islands in the Caribbean with all inclusive resorts for the rich and wealthy that boasted a variety of services, including their slave auctions and offerings. This afternoon they had gone down to the marina to take a look at the private yachts for sale. John had been before, but Kristy had expressed some interest after watching the beautiful boats come in and out of the marina from the beach so he had made some calls and now they were shopping for their own private yacht. 

Kristy wore a flowing blue dress with matching high heeled sandals, while John was smartly dressed in a crisp white shirt, shorts, and boat shoes. From the next room a slave entered the room with a tray clipped to her collar bearing two glasses of wine and an iPad. She was naked except for a pair of high heeled sandals and the leather collar locked around her neck. Her dark hair fell down her back over the boxtie armbinder that her arms were folded into. She moved with a grace that spoke to the training she had received as the wine did not spill and she crossed the room to allow the salesman to pick up the ipad and flip open up a catalogue while Kristy and John accepted the wine glasses. “Now Mr. Mayer, based on the criteria we discussed we have a few potential options outside for you, shall we take a walk?” 

The salesman led them outside to the pristine marina, to the half of the docks with the not yet owned boats. Armed guards patrolled the docks and John could see security boats out across the water among the other superyachts currently anchored in the bay. Kristy’s heels clicked loudly on the wood as they walked, and John ensured he had a hold of his wife’s arm in case one of her stilettos fell between the wood blanks, he did not want her embarrassed. 

The first yacht was brand new and the way he was selling it told John that they wanted it to be moved and moved quickly. “500 feet long! Private deck for all of your purposes, dedicated basketball court, infinity pool, private walk-in closet for the madam, and of course all yachts come with an installed hidden dungeon if you intend to take any slaves along with you.” 

He continued to talk as they toured the boat, seeing the staterooms, cockpit, multiple decks of luxury, and state of the art everything. John had been given the iPad and was now flipping through technical details of the boat, which were of course state of the art and a price tag to match. “Maybe a little much, but we’ll think about it.” 

“Of course Mr. and Mrs. Mayer. Allow me to show the second option.”

Walking off the boat over the gangplank, he led them to a sleek white multi deck superyacht. “Complete with its own helipad, this is one of the smoothest rides that we have. Additional stabilizers on the outside of the hull ensure that your wine will not spill in rough waters and boasts a glass bottom swimming pool for stunning views. Each VIP room has a glass hot tub and other spa features such as saunas and steam rooms are included.” 

John and Kristy both admired the yacht. The design was beautiful and the comforts and spaces of the yacht definitely caught their eye. He swiped through more images of different parts of the boat, noting the walk in closet and hidden dungeon beside it. “Cages for up to four slaves and you can have more of course, their comfort is not important. As well as guest rooms for up to eighteen others on board and eight crew.” 

The tour came to an end on the helipad, allowing John and Kristy to look around at the graceful curves of the ship and give an idea of the view it would provide them out on the sea. “I can see you’re not fully sold yet. May I offer some alternatives? We offer some package deals with some of our smaller or previous models that may be to your liking.” 

John saw his wife’s eyes light up at the thought of a deal and shook his head with a smile. As wealthy as they were, she would always look for a deal still. They were led to the end of the docks where some smaller yachts were anchored and they boarded the first one. “This is one of our Asian themed vessels.” The salesman said as the tour began. “Beautifully sleek on the outside, Asian inspired on the inside. You’ll see the architecture and landscape of Chinese gardens, flowing water, folding screens, and natural light at all levels. Complete with seven guest rooms and two VIP rooms, it can host 20 guests with room for a crew of 10.” 

They descended down a glass staircase spiralling around a tree sculpture. “Down below we have the tea room that extends out front, as well as the fully equipped dungeon.” 

Stepping into the beautiful tea room, both of the guests' eyes were drawn to the three figures in the middle of the room. Standing against artfully decorated columns, which had been repurposed for the time being as displays, were three young Asian girls in colourful silk qipaos with a side slit that went almost to their waists and high heels. All three had been bound hands overhead to anchor points embedded in the wall, while a chest harness artfully framed their breasts and additional rope bound their legs. All three wore ballgags that matched the colour of their qipaos and they stood at attention the best they could against the columns as guests entered. “These three come as a part of the package deal with this ship.” The salesman said as John and Kristy walked up to inspect the girls. “All have been trained to serve on the ship and can conduct tea ceremonies if you wish.” 

John allowed his wife to do the closer inspection, feeling up the girls so that they writhed in their ropes and moaned softly behind the gags at her expert touch. “Very nice.” She murmured. “Definitely a very nice package deal.” 

John himself had been very drawn in by the yacht, and was actually one he had recognized as a similar model to one that he and Kristy had taken a trip on previously with a couple of their slaves. “I’m glad it is to your liking.” The salesman smiled. “I do have one more to show you if you haven’t already decided on this one.” 

John wondered if he was going to have to drag his wife away but she did detach herself from the girls, albeit reluctantly. “Lead the way.” 

“I’ll be back for you.” He heard Kristy whisper to the girls as they left the room and the ship. 

The final boat was the smallest that they’d seen so far, but John thought that made it a little more intimate. If it was just him and Kristy, it wouldn’t seem as empty. “One of our smaller models, separate guest rooms for up to eight guests with a crew of four. A home theatre setup for starry nights on the back deck, a bridge deck fire pit, included jet skis and scuba gear, and a gym with a personal trainer.”

They reached the gym and when he opened the door, John and Kristy were greeted by gagged moans. “The gym can be refitted as a dungeon of course, the hidden door allows for equipment to be brought in from the dungeon if you’d like.” 

Tall floor to ceiling windows let in a lot of natural light to showcase said dungeon equipment that was currently on display and in use. In the middle of the room was a large black St. Andrews cross, with the attached leather cuffs currently locked around the limbs of a tall blonde. Beside her, bent over a bondage horse and strapped in place with leather cuffs was another tall, athletic blonde. Both were naked, revealing their toned muscles, and were gagged with harness panel gags locked around their heads. “These are the two offered as a part of this package deal.” The salesman said as he took a hold of the hair of the blonde on the horse and forced her to look up at the guests. “A beach volleyball team from Sweden, they were abducted during a tournament and brought for training.” 

Then his expression turned a little sour. “However they have proven rather resilient and will not break. Therefore they’re being offered as one of the discounts here along with the ship.” 

John had a fleeting image of these tall blonde Scandanavians in his dungeon, one dressed in thigh high boots and a black leather corset being forced to paddle her helpless partner. His pants tightened a little bit at the thought as he watched Kristy inspect the two slaves. The salesman backed away to stand beside John as the two watched her go to work. “I take it the ships are to your liking Mr. Mayer?” He asked. 

John smiled. “Yes. I think we’ll be taking one of the package deals…”