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I spent the rest of the week as the Master’s slave boy. I hung around with my slave boy friends, helping clean boats together. I went swimming with my slave boy friends, and we spent time kicking a Socker ball around.

When Saturday came around, Okona put my regular clothes in the car, while I continued act as a slave boy. I joined Okona in the car, still wearing my slave diaper. The Master was not going, he had decided to stay behind with his friends. They wondered why the driver was taking the Master’s slave with him. The Master told them he wanted to be alone, and not to be bothered with his slave.

Once we had driven some distance from the marina, Okona stopped the car, and I changed into my regular clothes. We arrived at Okona’s aunts house after a short drive. I was introduced to the members of Okona’s family, that I had not previously met. I met Okona’s cousin, who took immediate interest in me, and we became friends.

I was quickly taken control of by Okona’s sister, and I spent quite a bit of time with her. While talking with her, her cousin Ankaa pulled me aside, he wanted to talk to me about dancing with his dance troupe. He said they did traditional native dances, and that he would like me to join them tonight. He explained the dancing was easy, and he could teach me quickly.

Ankaa took me outside, and I joined him and his troupe. They worked with me until I had the dance down pat. I have to admit, it was easy to remember, I would just have to concentrate on the dance, and not who was.watching. They taught me another dance for the ending of the celebration, and it was fairly easy as well. Plus Ankaa said he would be behind me, telling me what to do.

We left the house and walked over to the area where the celebration was being held. They had loads of food, I stayed with the chicken, and stayed away from the ham. They had all kinds of cooked vegetables, and different kinds of melons. Once we had all eaten it was time for the native dancing.

I was taken by Ankaa and his troup to get ready for the dance. They stripped off their regular clothes, and wrapped colorful cloth around their waist. They had no shirts on, only colorful beads and medallions around there necks. Ankaa helped me with the cloth around my waist, and the sandals for my feet. I made up my mind I would do my best, with the dance, and ignore the crowd watching.

When I had finished the dance, I had done it perfectly. People were congratulating me on my performance, and thanking me for taking part in their ritual dancing. I had to stay dressed this way for the rest of the day, since I would be dancing again at the end.

I did do some regular dancing with Okona’s sister, and some of the other ladies. It turned out I was the hit of the dancing program. When I danced the closing ritual dance, it went perfect, and I received much praise.

Ankaa said he was glad that Okona had talked him into having me dance with them. So now I knew who was behind the whole dance thing. I now know who made sure I was half naked, in front of their sister. But that was all fine, because it made me the hit with the ladies.

I changed into my regular clothes for our departure, then changed into my slave diaper, before we reached the marina. Once we were back Okona showed the Master video he had taken with his cellphone. The Master was empressed with my dancing, and my costume.

We sat around talking about the celebration, and what had gone on. We discussed the food, and I had to tell about meeting Okona’s aunt, and his cousin.

Soon it was time for bed, so we made our way down to our beds. I fell asleep almost immediately.