Alexandra

Your eyes meet hers, and you know. She is your new master. Of course, after everything, after this crazy day you've had, it would be her wouldn't it. The bitchy girl with the long dark hair. Alexandra.

You can tell instantly that this is going to be ****. The look in her eyes when she realises you're her ****, there's no other way to describe it, it's glee. Your heart sinks into your stomach. She beckons you over and you quickly realise that you're supposed to go stand with your master. You scurry across the room and stand next to her. You can't help but notice she's a full head taller than you, though she is wearing 6 inch heels.
"I shouldn't have had to call you over here. You've earned a punishment for that." She says softly, clearly delighting in being able to punish you.

With everyone paired up, a master and a ****, each pair came forward and took a collar out of the tub on the ground. There were different colours and styles, but each one was fairly similar, a simple leather band, lined with suede, to make it more comfortable, an adjustable band, a small metal ring at the front and a clasp at the back. You watched as each master stepped forward, took a collar, and fastened it around the neck of their ****. You can't help but notice that most of the slaves are female. Male slaves are definitely in the minority. This irks you a little. You'd definitely rather be a master. You've sometimes fantasised about having an obedient little sex ****, and you were so close to living that fantasy, to see other people living it, really stings.

Before long, it's your turn. Alexandra takes you by the forearm in a firm grip and leads you up to the tub to get a collar. She takes a few seconds making her choice, then selects a collar with hot pink suede and silver stitching. It is clearly a collar designed for women and Alexandra thinks she can humiliate you with it. She fastens it around your neck, with help from the Narudan officials to make sure it's not too tight or too loose. Then she takes a padlock from one of the guards, snaps it into your collar, locks it and places the key in her purse. There's now no way you could possibly undo the collar by yourself. As far as you can tell, Alexandra got it spot on, the collar is just tight enough to be noticeable. It's not so tight that you can't breathe or swallow, but you're definitely constantly aware that you're wearing it. One of the guards is handing out leashes to the masters. Alexandra takes one. It's mostly leather, but the last two feet are small links of chain. She looks at the leash, then looks at you with an evil gleam in her eyes. She quickly affixes the leash to your collar.

Soon after, everyone was finished, there were twenty-six pairs of people in the room, twenty-six people wearing collars, and twenty-six people leading them.

You spot Leah, the voluptuous blonde you sat next to on the flight. She is collared and standing next to a young-looking guy with a man-bun. She has a wry smile on her face, as if she might actually be enjoying it. Leah shoots you a covert look, glances towards Alexandra, then back to you, then she grimaces. You appreciate the show of support, she understands how bad you have it. The Narudan officials look satisfied.
"Thank you very much for complying with our laws and customs. We hope you enjoy your stay in Naruda. There are already buses waiting to take you to your resort."

"Come, ****." Alexandra says, in a voice dripping with venom. She flounces off towards the terminal, tugging on your leash. Despite yourself, you can't help but get an erection when you look at that pert little ass. Maybe if you're lucky, Alexandra will let you worship it.

Alexandra struts across the polished floor of the terminal, her heels clacking as she walks, head held high, looking down on the world as if they are unworthy of her. As she walks, she speaks to you, without so much as glancing at you.
"So, ****. You're mine now. I remember you from the plane. I never got your name. I suppose it doesn't matter what it is now. From now on you'll be called **** or bitch, or possibly pissboy. As for what you should call me...hmm, Alexandra is obviously unacceptable, as is Alex and Lexi, but Mistress Alexandra makes it sound like you're choosing to be with me, when you obviously don't have a choice. How about....Queen yes, that's it, that's perfect, from now on, you shall call me Queen Alexandra or Goddess Alexandra, do I make myself clear?"
"Yes Queen Alexandra." You mumble, just loud enough for her to hear. You're self-conscious here, in the middle of the terminal, but very few people seem to notice you, and even fewer seem to care. Out here in the terminal, there are slaves everywhere, and a lot more male ones, which makes you feel a little better.

After collecting your own bag and Queen Alexandra's bag, you stumble along behind her out to the waiting buses. Alexandra makes for the closest one, staying in the shade, as if the sun will burn her delicate skin.

You stare out the window as the bus pulls away. When you woke up this morning you certainly didn't think you'd end up on a **** island, bound to a spoiled rich girl with a great ass. As you watch the sun glint off the azure sea, you realize that one thing is certain. Your adventure on Naruda is sure to be one you'll never forget.