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The Sugar Cane Plantation - Chapter 1


She always felt so much at home when she visited the island. Silly really since she spent almost all of her time elsewhere – working long, tedious hours at the law firm.

Still, her vacations always brought her here to the warm breezes, the smell of the ocean, the lush foliage. So it seemed that each time she was able to visit, she was coming home.

This time it would be a little different. In the past she had always stayed at one of the big resorts. The ones with the private beaches, and golf courses, and spas, and all of the amenities to make her feel lazy and pampered. But not this time.

Back in the city, enjoying drinks at a local watering hole with some friends she had been showing some pictures of her last getaway. Almost out of nowhere a well dressed man had asked her if she enjoyed her stay, mentioning the island by name – obviously recognizing her destination from the pictures he could see from his perch behind and slightly above her table.

She turned, surprised that he had been able to identify the place just from her typically touristy pictures, and at the same time a little pleased that there was someone else in this big, barren city that knew “her place”. Some pleasantries were exchanged and at some point he had asked her where she stayed when she visited and she had reeled off the names of the various resorts she had sampled. He casually mentioned that she might enjoy the Sugar Cane Plantation the next time she was there.

Later, on her computer her search revealed that in fact the island had been a sugar producer in the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries. Cultivating a substantial sugar crop eventually yielded significant rum production, the export of which supported the island and most of its inhabitants.

Finally she found what she was looking for – the website of a bed and breakfast located deep in the rain forest. The owners had located an old sugar mill and preserving as much of the old architecture and structure as possible had restored it. A plantation house, the sugar mill itself and numerous outbuildings, all long abandoned and overgrown, had been restored to yield a small hotel and restaurant.

The website stressed that every effort had been made to retain the original style and texture such that visitors could experience life as it must have been many years ago, tempered of course by the addition of modern amenities.

So it was this beautiful morning that she found herself in a Range Rover traversing the twisting roads and trails, climbing through the lush rain forest up the side of the mountain, peering through the window for a glimpse of a roof, then a stone wall. Around another bend and they pulled into a courtyard.

She had expected it to be hot and humid, but a cool breeze off the ocean made the tropical vegetation soothing and inviting. A young boy appeared to take her bags and show her to reception where she was met by a distinguished looking man who introduced himself as Robert, the owner of the retreat.

Her room was perfect - just what she had expected. Open and spacious, a wonderful view of the Caribbean far below, curtains wafting in the breeze. She decided to just sit, relax and enjoy. Fruit and wine appeared and she spent the afternoon lazing in her surroundings.

That evening at dinner she met other guests - not that many and of course. Robert appeared as the gracious host.

After dinner Robert asked if anyone cared to join him for a cigar and cognac. Surprisingly no one else accepted, but having a weak spot for a good cigar, she smiled and nodded.

They sat on the open veranda, alone, as he snipped a cigar and prepared it for her. She took it and luxuriated in the heady aroma and sat back to relax and enjoy the evening.

Robert, ever the gracious host asked her if everything was to her liking. She replied that it was all perfect but told him she wanted to know more about the place. Robert took a long drag on his cigar, sipped some cognac and said "I thought you'd never ask. This place is my favorite topic of conversation."

For what seemed like a few minutes but she later realized had been over an hour, he expounded in great detail on the history of the place. It had been in his family for generations - back to when it was a working sugar cane plantation. The fields were lower down, but due to the heat and insects, the living quarters were here, high on the mountainside where the trade winds provided a constant cool breeze.

The resort itself had been resurrected from the main house, while the small restaurant and bar was once the cookhouse. There were other outbuildings which he would be happy to show tomorrow if she was interested.

Having slept like a baby, caressed by the cool breeze she was up the next morning looking forward to the promised personal tour. As she was finishing breakfast Robert appeared, joining her for coffee and explaining the realties of life on an 18th century sugar plantation.

Finishing he offered his arm and they set off to explore the grounds and the other buildings. One more interesting than the next, as history seemed to unfold itself. The old machinery that crushed the cane, extracting the sweet juice, the large vats where the water was boiled off, leaving the dark, sweet sugar, all seemed to tell their own stories.

As they wandered around she spotted off to the side a building that they had not toured, and asked about it.

"That building was one that I was hesitant to show you, since it refreshes memories of a darker time, but your curiosity is apparent, so see it you shall."

As they walked toward the building, Robert explained that in its day, the plantation had been operated by slave labor. She had not given it much thought, but it became clear that in those days that was the norm. He explained that this building housed the slaves, with sections for the men and the women.

As they entered the dark building she realized that it had been kept largely intact. The metal frames of the cots still lined the walls. She closed her eyes and wondered what it must have been like here three hundred years ago when this place had been packed with captive bodies, toiling against their will.

They wandered further into the building and then back outside by a back entrance where she noticed still another, building and inquired. "That is a place that you might find offensive" replied her guide. "It contains some of the more distasteful aspects of the slave trade, but at the same time I find it fascinating, so if you're not easily offended...."

She answered by heading off in the direction of the building. When she tried to open the door she found it locked - with a modern deadbolt lock which she found curious. Robert produced a key and as they entered she was further surprised when a flipped a switch and the interior was illuminated by lights.

She could not help wondering why anyone would bother to modernize the old building when it was apparently not being used for anything.

Once inside she noted that it was a well balanced mix of the old with the new.

Furnishings and fixtures appeared much as they must have two hundred ears ago. At the same time lights and the subtle whisper of air conditioning reminded one that it was indeed the 21st century.

Robert's words cut into her reverie as he explained the building.

His great, great grandfather it seemed had been a physician and scientist and had become fascinated with the studies of Mendel in the field of genetics. His studies and research had been frustrated by his own father when the need to come here and manage the plantation required his presence.

Although at first resentful, he soon realized that with the groups of slaves at the plantation he had in fact stumbled into a laboratory the likes of which he could never have had in Europe. He had everything he needed right at his fingertips.

Of course there were problems. People, even slaves tended not to be overly cooperative when it came to sexual relationships. Obviously for any experiments in genetics to work, one must control the mating pairs, and he set out on an elaborate plan to do just that.

To insure that he could experiment in breeding to develop the best traits in slaves - strength, endurance, docility, moderate but not excessive intelligence, etc., he made careful arrangements to control sexual activity among the slaves.

First, the women were separated from the men - and this building, where you are standing was where the female slaves were housed. No male slaves were permitted in or near it.

The females were used solely for domestic work and did not go to the fields. The males worked the fields and were kept away from the house and in particular, this building. The females were confined here.

“This was the sleeping area" her host mentioned as they walked through a large room lined with metal cots on both sides. She saw the barred windows and took notice of the long chains that spanned the length of the room, passing through rings at the base of each bed.

Noticing her gaze, Robert confirmed "yes the women were chained to their beds each night." She felt herself blushing slightly as she felt a tingle go through. She recalled her comfortable bed of last night, then thought of what it would have been like here. Lying on the small cot, waiting as the overseers came and chained her to her bed, where she would stay until released. Hmmm - that delicious tingle again.

The tour continued until they found themselves in a room that could only be described as overwhelming.

Along each one side of the room were several small cells. Obviously intended for only one occupant, each was scarcely four feet wide and six feet deep. Just enough room for the small cot, toilet and sink.

Again the thought struck her – “they didn’t have toilets and sinks in the 18th century – who would want to modernize these dreadful facilities and why?”

She turned and noticed the other items in the room. Off to one side was a frame-like contraption with straps strategically placed. She noticed a wooden framework at one end with cut-outs obviously for the neck and wrists, but the arrangement of the rest of confused her.

Opposite it was a vertical pole with rings located at various heights. Given the realization that this had been a place for dealing with slaves, and having seen the cells and the beds with chains, it was obvious to her that she was looking at a whipping post.

But again, the nagging thought. None of these things looked old, or worn out. This was a humid climate. The wood should have been rotted through and through, yet it was well cared for and in good condition.

Robert interrupted her thoughts with his “ever the pleasant tour guide” narrative. “This room had several purposes and as you can see, we’ve tried to restore it to look much as it did, with some improvements, three hundred years ago.”

Just as she was about to ask why anyone would want to restore such a room he continued.

“This room was where the female slaves were brought for punishment, ergo the whipping post,. But in keeping with my great, great grandfather’s curiosity and fascination, it was also the breeding room.” She gasped out load as Robert smiled and continued his explanation.

“Human nature being what it is, my ancestor could not count on the female slaves pairing with the male slaves that he had selected in order to further his genetic goals. People are fickle that way. So, in order to insure the controls of his program, he created this room.

Here the females would be brought, during their fertile time, fastened into the breeding rack (pointing at the wooden framework she had seen earlier) and the selected males would be brought in to impregnate them”.

She knew she was blushing and must have had a look of shock one her face, but Robert graciously made no mention and continued his explanation.

“I know by our standards it seems cruel and inhumane, but please consider the times. These people were slaves – not regarded as human - and it was certainly the owners’ prerogative to select whether or with whom they would have children. This was a controlled breeding program, much as today we devise for livestock, because in those days that’s all these people were regarded as – livestock.

She suddenly blushed even more. Not because of anything that Robert had said, but at the sudden realization that that same thrill as before had rushed through her and that inexplicably she felt her sex becoming moist.

“This was insane” she thought to herself.” Her I am listening to this man tell me about breeding slaves, and explaining this barbaric room, and I’m getting turned on”

If Robert noticed her blush and quickened breathing he said nothing, but he did respond to her staring at the breeding rack.

“This device really was quite effective, albeit cruel” he explained.

The female knelt on these pads, where her legs were strapped, which as you can see by the spacing had the effect of spreading them far apart. Then her head was lowered to fit along with her wrists in the holes you see in the wooden frame”.

She felt herself blushing even more as she imagined a woman, strapped into the framework, her head and wrists fastened low, her rear high in the air with her legs held wide apart.

“What a terribly exposed, vulnerable and obscene position” she thought to herself.

Almost as if he read her mind, Robert continued… “the position left a woman open and exposed in every way.

Her panties were now quite wet and would have to be changed. The mental picture of a woman fastened like that, unable to move, obscenely expose and unable to even close her legs was obscenely delightful.

Her host must have had some inkling of her arousal, but went on with his explanation.

“You will notice that there is no cross brace at the rear of the framework. This allowed the male complete, unobstructed access to her from behind and there was nothing she could do”.

That was it. She felt her sex lubricating freely and held the whipping post she had been standing near to steady herself.

The whole idea of a woman fastened in that obscene position for the purpose of being fucked (one could hardly call it making love) was having a intense effect on her.

This room had had one purpose and one purpose only – to degrade a human female to the level of breeding stock. To fasten her, against her will onto the breeding rack and have her be serviced like an animal.

She shook her head because she had no idea why she was getting so turned on. She was an educated professional woman who should have been repulsed at the thought of lowering the human female to such a base level, but her drenched panties proved otherwise.

Almost as if it was someone else speaking, she heard herself asking the purpose of the cells.

Robert, ever the gracious host explained that when there was more than one woman to be bred - another rush as he used the term so casually with regard to a woman as opposed to a horse or cow – they would be kept in the cells to wait their turn on the breeding rack.

“Also,” he continued, “the cells were used as a form of punishment. As you can see they are quite small, only enough room for a few paces. If a female was not cooperative, or had otherwise earned punishment, a week or so locked in one of those cells often made her far more docile.

The rush again as she looked inside the closest cell. It was small. The cot ran nearly the full length of the cell. The toilet and sink occupied the space between the cot and the wall at the far end. This left an area about three feet by four feet open. Not a great deal of space. To make it seem even smaller, the ceiling was only about six feet high.

She noticed that the door was ajar. She should could not resist. She swung it open and stepped inside.

“Here let me close the door slightly” Robert said from behind her, as he swung the door closed but did not lock it.

“See how small it is and how quickly it would become quite oppressive?”

She turned to face her host, looking at him through the bars of the door that he held closed with his hand.

Again that rush of arousal. What was it that was turning her on so much about being in this cell with the door not even locked? Was it the thought of being locked in with no escape?

What would it have been like to have been locked in here, watching another female slave naked, led to the rack and fastened into it? Seeing her strapped down, completely exposed, open and vulnerable, as she waited for the male that would copulate (what a nice clinical term – but no, he would be fucking her) with her to be brought in.

She wondered what would be going through the woman’s mind as she lay in her restraints, knowing that she was going to be penetrated, possibly impregnated, and no way to stop it.

“Please beg my pardon” Robert’s voice cut into her reveries”, but are you alright? You appear a little flushed perhaps we should go outside”. Jerking herself back to reality, she quickly agreed as he swung the door open and she stepped back out, back into freedom.

As she showered later, she could not help but let her fingers drift first to her breasts, rolling the nipples between her fingers, and then down to her sex. She began gently stroking, then, let her fingers move more rapidly and with more pressure as the images of the breeding rack, the whipping post and the cells came back to her. She came suddenly and violently. It had been a long time since she had experienced such an intense orgasm, so quickly.

In its aftermath, she began to ponder, wondering why the visions of confinement, punishment and degradation aroused her so much. No, there was no sense mincing words or trying to fool herself. She, the proud, strong, independent professional woman, was going nuts at the idea of a woman being locked up, whipped, and finally being bred like an animal.

Dinner was pleasant. Once again Robert was ever the gracious host. He asked her whether or not she had enjoyed the tour. She assured him that it had been fascinating. Was there a bit of smugness on his smile when she said that? She was beginning to enjoy his company, and wondered idly if there might be something to allowed to develop during her stay.

The next day she decided to go exploring and wandered about the grounds. Here and there were crumbling old segments of walls and stone fences. She loved the idea that the rocks and stones she was looking at had been in place for three hundred years or so. It put things into perspective.

She had no particular goal in mind as she wandered about but was not surprised when she looked up and noticed that she was standing once again in front of the quarters for the female slaves that had aroused her so the day before. As she wandered up to the entrance she noticed that they had apparently forgotten to close and lock the door when they left yesterday, because it was slightly ajar.

Why she found herself going inside, she could not say (her perhaps would not admit even to herself), but she didn’t care. As she walked through the large communal sleeping room she let herself imagine the scene three hundred years ago. All the women stretched on the cots, chained by the ankles to the long anchoring chain. Knowing that until the overseer came to unlock them the next morning, they were captives.

She shivered slightly as she entered the breeding room, again taking note of the very contemporary light switch. She also noticed that the switch was a dimmer, so the level of light could be adjusted. Her mind was churning.

What was Robert using this room for? If it was supposed to be a museum of sorts, why worry about the lights being dimmed? And why, she wondered, as she opened the door to one of the cells and stepped inside, the plumbing?

Certainly that took away from the historical realism and served no useful purpose – unless….” And why, she wondered was it all so exciting to her – and it was. Just the act of stepping into the cell had started the little thrills to shoot through her.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door opening as Robert entered. She blushed, embarrassed that he had caught her “sampling” so to speak the cell again.

“Please don’t be upset or concerned” he assured her. “Surely you have discovered my little secret. Well perhaps not much of a secret since I showed it to you” he said pleasantly.

No need to worry yourself and please do not be embarrassed. There are many people who find the idea of this room and its functions somewhat, or perhaps even quite erotic. You do find them erotic do you not?”

What could she say? Obviously her responses yesterday had not gone unnoticed. Nor could she come up with a plausible explanation of why he had found her, here in this room, once again exploring a cell that had nothing more to offer than she had seen yesterday.

She could only nod her head and say “yes I suppose I’ve been found out and there’s no point in lying – I do find some bizarre, warped thrill to all of this”.

“First”. Robert responded, “ it is neither warped, nor bizarre. It is what it is, and you would be surprised at the number of people that indulge themselves in these, how should I say… alternative sexual lifestyles.”

She nodded gratefully as she stepped back out of the cell, standing next to him. She was relieved that he did not think of her badly. “Perhaps you would like to experience a bit for yourself and see where whether you really do enjoy what has intrigued you” he suggested.

She looked at him quizzically and he continued to explain. “I’ve noticed your fascination with the cells. Confinement apparently appeals to you. It's almost one o’clock – how would you like to be locked up until time for cocktails – say seven?”

As she was trying to formulate the words to politely decline, she realized she was actually saying nothing, but her head was nodding. “I really do believe that you will find this experience quite different” Robert said as he opened the door for her to enter.

She stepped in hesitantly. When she had entered before it had always been with the knowledge that the door was open and would stay open – that her freedom was never in doubt.

This was different.

Just as she started to turn around to tell Robert that this might not be such a good idea, she heard the lock click as the steel door closed. She looked at Robert through the bars as she had yesterday, but this was entirely different. The door would not budge. She was locked in the cell!!

“Cocktails at seven” Robert said pleasantly, and as you enjoy my cell, please keep in mind when this room was used for slaves, the stay was considerably longer than six hours. “I’ll see you at seven” he said as he walked through the door.

She quickly realized how small the cell was. She could lie or sit on the cot. She could stand. She could take two or three steps. That was it. She was a prisoner.

The fact that there was no way to get out – that she would have to remain in this tiny cage for the next six hours sent rushes through her body.

She caught herself slipping her fingers into the top of her blouse, rubbing the tops of her breasts above the bra, the pushing the bra down so she could tweak her nipples. She did not know why, but she felt the need to pinch her nipples and when she did she felt herself dampening.

Harder and harder she pinched, the pain radiating all through the breasts. She couldn’t help herself.

Even though she knew that someone might come in at any time and see her, she opened the buttons on her shorts, yanking them down her legs. She lay back on the cot and began furiously rubbing her pussy, lightly stroking her clit then plunging first one, then two, then three fingers deep inside herself.

Afterwards she hoped desperately that Robert really had actually left the building and that no one else had wandered in, because her orgasm, when it hit her, was far from quiet!

She spent the rest of the afternoon resting, daydreaming. Lightly stroking her sex and her breasts. Sated, but still enjoying the sensation of muted arousal.

Whenever she drifted off to sleep and awoke to see the bars she was reminded again that she was confined, at the mercy of someone else, and the thrills rushed through her anew.

Since there were no windows, it was impossible to tell how long she had been in her cell. Had it been an hour or five? It was disorienting!

Finally she heard footsteps in the outer room. She quickly made sure that her clothing was properly arranged and stood just as Robert entered the room. He quickly unlocked the door and held it open for her as she stepped outside.

“Well how was it”? he asked her with a smile. All she could do is respond with a smile and tell him that it was different to say the least.

Offering his arm, they walked together to the main house and enjoyed a drink or two before dinner.

After dinner, each armed with a cigar and snifter of cognac, he queried her more on how she had found the experience.

She decided that she was going down a new and potentially exciting road. She was smart enough to know that being evasive would do nothing but slow her on her journey.

“Robert I have to be very honest” she said. “I don’t know why, I can’t put my finger on it, but I found the experience quite erotic”.

There she had said it.

He smiled and replied “I thought you might. And there’s nothing to be ashamed or embarrassed about. Let me tell you a bit about my establishment that you probably didn’t realize.

He went on to tell her about whole social circles of people that were into dominance and submission, as he explained it. She had read of course and scene sites on the internet that referred to bdsm, but had never given it much thought.

She had never, at least not until she stepped into the breeding room, understood the sexual attraction of being tied up or tying someone else up.

How much her outlook had changed in the last twenty-four hours.

Robert went on to explain that some people enjoyed being submissive, being restrained or confined. Some submissives, most in fact, also enjoyed some pain in their sexual activities. Fortunately for the submissives there were a lot of people who enjoyed being dominant. To cater to this social group, Robert offered, and was known in the bdsm community as offering the facilities here for guests to use.

Now the modernization of the breeding room – the lights, air conditioning and plumbing made sense. A small group of “special guests” made use of it from time to time.

“So, Robert asked her, “Are you interested in learning more, in exploring this lifestyle which so obviously arouses you?”

She replied that she wasn’t sure. She had some concerns, and wondered if she would enjoy anything more.She shared with Robert that this was all very new to her. She did admit that she had enjoyed being locked up for the afternoon but really did not understand why.

“The why really does not matter” her host replied as he refilled the snifter. “All that matters is that it turns you on.

Some people find the confinement erotic because they have given up control Others because they find a thrill in the humiliation and embarrassment of being caged, on display for anyone that might come in the room. It’s a combination of things.

Bear in mind that most people, men as well as women are locked into the cells naked. That makes the element of embarrassment even stronger. And, there are ways to make the experience more uncomfortable, and therefore more intense.

For example, restraints can be added to further limit your freedom.

Finally, the stay can be extended. We have one couple that comes here where the husband is the submissive. He spends the entire two weeks in our facility either locked in a cell, or chained hand and foot at the whim of his wife.

She found herself wondering about how that would feel, and as if coming from someone else heard herself saying “Robert if you wouldn’t think badly of me, I believe that I would like to try that tomorrow. All day. I would like to experience being naked and restrained in the cell. ”.

She could not believe she had uttered those words. Was it the cognac? The incredible arousal she had felt over the last few hours?

Well she had said it and her host just smiled warmly and said “consider it done pretty lady. I’ll add to the thrill a little for you and I’m confident it will be a thrill for you.

“When you wake up tomorrow go to the breeding room – it will be unlocked. I’ll leave locking restraints on the cot. You’ll see how they are to be applied.

If you still decide to be naked, take off your clothes, enter the cell. The door locks when you shut it. Put the restraints on. Once they’re closed, you won’t be able to get them off.

Then enjoy the day. I’ll retrieve you for cocktails again”.

She slept surprising well that night. A nice orgasm before drifting off to sleep made the evening quite pleasant.

The next morning she showered and wandered outside. “How bizarre” she thought to herself” Other guests are going to the beach, going to play golf, or shop. I’m going to lock myself up for the day.” What was even more disturbing is that she really felt nothing wrong at the thought and was already becoming damp.

As promised, the door was unlocked and she made her way straight to the breeding room. There, sure enough, on the cot were a collar, a pair of handcuffs attached to it by a short chain, a pair of leg irons and a padlock for the collar.

All very simple.

She wandered around briefly, taking in the room, making her way over to the breeding rack and closing her eyes – imagining a woman strapped into place there.

She couldn’t resist. She found herself climbing up onto the framework.

As she spread she legs to where they would be strapped, and lowered her head to the height of the opening in the forward frame, she realized what an obscene position it forced a woman into.

Her hips and ass were thrust upward and her legs spread very widely. Strapped like this a woman would have no semblance of modesty. Everything would be open for all to see.

Nor could she protect herself – everything was available. Again that incredible sexual rush coursed through her. She knew inherently that she was going down a path that would result in her being on that rack – naked and open.

She found herself wondering what it would be like if it were Robert behind her. Enjoying the sight of her female delights. Taking his cock out, lightly stroking it before he stepped behind her to take her. No foreplay, No romance. Just pure power exchange. She would be fucked whether she wanted it or not. God she was wet!!

She decided that thoughts of her future on the breeding rack would make her forthcoming day in captivity much more enjoyable.

As instructed, she quickly took off her clothes, feeling suddenly very self conscious at being naked in this room. She stepped inside the cell and with a sense of being at the point of no return, closed the door, hearing the lock click.

She was locked up.

She sorted out the items on the cot. The collar on her neck, click of the padlock telling her it is not coming off. Leg irons fastened around her ankles and finally, slipping her wrists into the handcuffs dangling from the chain, about a foot or so long, attached to her collar.

It took almost no time for the effect of the restraints to hit her. When she tried to take the few steps the space allowed she felt the weight of cuffs locked on her ankles. The collar though not too tight, was definitely there.

She found herself getting aroused and sitting on the cot began as the day before to play with her breasts, rolling the nipples which hardened immediately.

While it should have been obvious from the start, the reality hit her as her arousal heightened.

With the cuffs on her wrists fastened to the collar, there was no way she could reach her sex. Unlike yesterday there would be no relief.

She knew that Robert had planned this. That he had intended to let her know that he could, and had taken control of her sexuality, and she had walked right into it.

Her pussy veritably gushed at the thought that this man, who she had had visions of as a sexual partner, had effectively taken control, at least for the day, of her sex.

She was so aroused her pussy was actually aching. And there would be no relief.

She sat. She lay down. She stood. But mostly she was bored and incredibly horny. She wanted to badly to be able to touch herself, but there was simply no way. It would be a long day.

How long she waited she had no idea, but finally she heard footsteps approaching. Robert came into the room.

She instinctively tried to cover herself as best she could realizing that she was completely naked in front of him

He quickly told her that was not permitted and ordered her to stand and spread her legs as far as her chain would allow.

When she did not respond he explained the facts of life. She was the prisoner, he was in control. If she refused to obey an hour would be added to her time in the cell.

Her first response was anger and an urge to demand to be released. She controlled that because first, she experienced another sexual thrill as she realized the import of what he was saying, and second because she realized that she had no effective way to resist.

She stood and spread her legs as ordered. She closed her eyes as he slowly inspected his captive. God this was turning her on!

He went on to explain that one of the rules that she would have to follow was that during confinement, whenever anyone walked into the room she was required to stand against the bars of the cell, hands behind her head if restraints permitted it, and legs spread shoulder width apart, or as far as restraints allowed. This position was to be held until told otherwise, or everyone had left the room.

God this was driving her nuts – the thought of having to display herself, and the implicit revelation that it might be someone other than Robert who entered the room.

“I think by now you’ve realized that the arrangement that you’ve locked yourself into does not allow you to, shall we say pleasure yourself?”

She blushed deeply at this discussion of something that was very private to her. She had never discussed masturbation with anyone else before.

“If you like, if you ask in just the right way, l might unfasten the cuffs from your collar.

“Oh yes, please unfasten them. That would be great” she responded. The smile on his face was almost diabolical as he explained…

”First, when you are the prisoner you refer to me as ‘Sir’.

Second if you want to ask me to unfasten the cuffs, you’ll have to state explicitly why you want them unfastened. You’re a very astute young woman. You know exactly what I want to hear.

And be aware it’s only mid morning. If you don’t ask me, you’ve got a long time to spend like that.

She had never been so embarrassed in her life - or so turned on.

Part of her absolutely would never even acknowledge to this man that she masturbated, let alone ask him to adjust her restraints so she could.

But another side of her yearned to beg this man to allow her to pleasure herself – craved the humiliation of admitting her need.

Besides, given her arousal, without some relief she would be a basket case by seven. She was already standing naked In front of him, legs spread so he had a good view of her pussy.

It was like an alien voice when she heard herself say “Please sir, could you unfasten the cuffs from my collar so that I can masturbate?” Robert was toying with her now and enjoying himself.

“You mean you want to play with your pussy this afternoon?”

The sexual rush was taking control – her normal inhibitions were history. “Yes Sir. Your cell has me very aroused. I really need to play with my pussy”

“Fine but I want to hear you ask properly and here, prisoners and slaves don’t have pussies – they have cunts!”

She desperately hoped he could not smell her arousal, or see the slick wetness on her thigh as she asked as requested.

“Please sir, could you unfasten my cuffs from my collar so that I can play with my cunt?”

Her sex was literally aching and her need intense. Without warning he reached between the bars to feel her pussy – no her cunt!

She almost exploded immediately as she felt his fingers slide along the slick lips, gently insinuating themselves between – lightly brushing her clit, then finding the opening and slipping inside. But she realized that did not pull back or close her legs.

His touch though was diabolical. Too light, and never enough contact with her clit. She was trying hard to rock her hips back and forth to increase the pressure. She needed to cum so badly, but he simply pulled back so she was thrusting against the bars.

He stepped back and spoke almost in a whisper “I’ve considered your request, but I want you as frustrated and aroused as possible, so the answer is no. Have a nice afternoon pretty lady!!”

She almost broke down in tears. Her pussy literally ached it was so swollen and engorged. She moaned in frustration and begged him – any pretest of modesty and decorum long gone, but to no avail,

She heard his footsteps receding as he left the building. The rest of the day was an endless ordeal.

She could play with her breasts and nipples but the chain from her collar would not let her even get close to her pussy. She tried rubbing it across the bedding, against the bars, against the corner of the cot. Nothing helped. There was no relief for her.

Between the arousal at being naked and unable to cover herself in front of Robert, and the humiliation of having to ask if she could masturbate, she was a basket case.

Finally after what seemed like an interminable time, she again heard Robert’s footsteps. She remembered the rule and positioned herself against the bars, slipped her cuffed hands over her head by turning the collar, and spread her legs. She was very much aware that her breasts protruded slightly between the bars.

Robert unlocked the door and proceeded to unlock her restraints. When he knelt to undo the cuffs on her ankles his face was level with her sex. She saw him look at it and knew that he could easily smell her arousal.

Before she could finish blushing he stood up, took her in his arms and kissed her deeply.

She returned the kiss, trying to pull him closer to her. The sexual need was overwhelming – never had she wanted – no – needed- a man so badly. Her pussy was sopping and she wanted nothing more than to have him take her. To feel his cock slide deeply inside her.

He began to caress her breasts, teasing the nipples, then, lowered his head to take a nipple in his mouth.

The confinement, the embarrassment and humiliation, the denial of her ability to touch herself all reached a crescendo.

She had lost all semblance of control and gasped out between kisses "I need you to fuck me please sir - please, I need it so badly!

He started to move her back inside, toward the cot.

Her response was something between a moan and tearful begging... "please sir - not in there - please - on the breeding rack.

I need to be fucked and used - please strap me into it!”

Robert needed no encouragement and it was obvious that he was familiar with the apparatus.

She was swiftly restrained. Her head and wrists held by the front frame low down, while the cross bar under her hips kept her ass high in the air. Straps at ankle and knee left her wide open. The air reeked of her arousal as she waited in her restraints, panting and frustrated.

Robert was almost as horny as she was, but made it last a little longer.

He stepped behind her and she felt his fingers lightly stroking her gaping labia. A fingertip nudged at her opening but he did not enter her. Instead, just teasing and playing with her. He reached around to cup her hanging breasts, rubbing the nipple, then paying attention to her pussy again. She was moaning and bucking in her restraints, trying to increase the pressure on her pussy.

Finally even Robert could wait no longer. Stepping out of his pants then moving behind her. Taking his cock in his hand, he lightly stroking along here pussy lips, enjoying the feel of her hot slickness, then letting the head just nudge at her entrance.

She was begging wantonly "please fuck me - please let me feel your cock inside me", all the while rocking her hips as much as the straps allowed.

Finally he plunged deep into her slick pussy, enjoying the sensation of the walls of her vagina gripping him as she cried out freely.

As aroused and frustrated as she was, and as much as he had been teasing her, the first orgasm hit her almost immediately. All she could do was shudder and beg him please, no matter what, not to stop.

Later, much later they were both sated and exhausted. Robert stepped back while she just sagged in the straps holding her.

After only a slight pause she felt him releasing her, then helping her up. She leaned on him for support, her knees weak.

Finally arm in arm they made their way back to the house. A long hot shower, a frosty cold drink and she felt awesome!

She made her way to the cozy bar behind the restaurant where Robert joined her. She looked at him and all she could say was "wow!"

They did not mention the afternoon's adventure during dinner, but once they made their way to the now obligatory cigar and cognac retreat, she could not contain herself any longer.

"I consider myself a fairly sophisticated woman and certainly not a prude, but I have to say that today was an experience unlike anything I've ever experienced".

Robert just smiled and began to explain.

"The only reason you found it exciting is that the dominance and submission is part of your nature. Polite society tells us that such things are deviate and perverse. Not to be even considered, let alone indulged in by responsible well balanced adults.

We so-called perverts know better. We have a need for the control, or loss of, and even for pain, and we know how deliciously intense and exciting it can be.

But it just part of who and what we are. You can't learn or unlearn it- it is just part of you. The best advice I can give you is don't fight it - accept it and enjoy it!"

She thought about what he had said. Visions of what she must have looked like to him strapped into the breeding rack raced through her mind as she swirled the dark amber cognac in the snifter.

There was no denying it. It had been the most intense sexual encounter she had ever experienced. The recollection of being so turned on that she begged him to fuck her caused her to feel the heat rising in her cheeks.

It seemed like eons before she answered him so profuse were the thoughts rushing through her mind.

"I won't deny anything you say Robert. I'm sure you already know that I found it pretty intense, and we're hardly strangers anymore. I thank you for opening my eyes to a side of me that before today I probably knew about but refused to let surface."

Robert smiled at her. Not in any way smug or condescending, but a genuinely warm, affectionate smile.

He stood up, set his glass down and walked to her, taking her hand he pulled her up and embraced her. She felt herself melt in his arms as his hand moved all over her back then possessive lay drifted down to cup her ass. She felt herself thrusting forward as they kissed. It might have gone further, but he lowered her back into her chair and returned to his.

"There is so much more if you'll let me teach you" he said. She nodded, wordlessly letting him know he had her attention.

One cigar morphed into another and serious damage was done to the leaded cognac decanter as she listened to him, asked questions, and began to realize all that she had been missing.

He explained that in the realm of dominance and submission there were no absolutes, just degrees. Some people were content with simple bondage. Merely being tied up drove them over the edge. For others pain, sometimes intense, with the release of endorphins was needed to get them where they needed to be. Some people were dominant, some submissive and some like Robert, enjoyed both sides

He told her more about the use to which his former slave quarters were put.

Not only were there guests of his little hotel that used it, but among the island population there were a fair number of aficionados.

He also explained that there was another room, adjacent to the "breeding room" that he had not yet shown her, but would tomorrow.

Finally he mentioned that two couples "into the lifestyle" as he termed it were arriving tomorrow and that tomorrow night there would be a party that she was welcome to join.

The sun was well above the horizon and shining into her room when she woke up. She had slept like a rock.

Exhausted by the previous day's activities, she had left Robert, gone to her room and did not even remember falling into bed. Now she felt thoroughly refreshed and ready to tackle the world.

A big breakfast primed her for a day of exploring.

While she was looking forward to what the evening might hold, she made it a point to spend the day in completely unrelated pursuits. She took one of the cars available to guests and explored the areas surrounding the inn, had a delightful lunch at a roadside eatery and revealed in doing a lot of nothing.

She made it back in time to catch a shower before cocktails and dinner. In the dining room she noticed new faces - a couple and a woman who she assumed were the people Robert had mentioned last night.

Introductions were made. Steve and Sharon were from Toronto, in their mid thirties and very friendly. June appeared to be in her forties, from Denver. She explained that her husband, Eric was resting and they would meet him later. There were other guests too, so it did not surprise her that nothing was said about any lifestyle activities.

It was just before dinner that Robert drew her aside. "Remember what I told you about people enjoying different roles and all that mattered was that they found what was right for them."

She nodded and as she looked at her new lover/jailer and could only imagine what else, as he continued. "In their relationship, June is the dominant, and I might add somewhat sadistic partner, while Eric is submissive and somewhat of a masochist. They suit each other well".

She could not help but glance over at June who was in an obviously pleasant conversation with Steve and Sharon, and think to herself that this pleasant looking woman could not possibly be dominant and certainly not sadistic.

As if reading her mind Robert added "don't let looks deceive you. She delights in hearing her husband moan and cry. Not only that, but she's bisexual as well, so when you get truly adventurous, she can really expand your horizons. But come, we have a moment before dinner, let me show you what I mean about June".

A little confused, she let Robert lead her outside toward the slave quarters. She wondered what he had in store for her. She was after all looking forward to dinner and getting acquainted with the new guests.

Curiosity aroused she followed Robert through the large sleeping room to the breeding room at the end. As Robert opened the door and led her inside, she received still another surprise as Robert exclaimed boldly, "Cynthia, meet Eric".

She was not prepared for the sight that greeted her. Eric was locked inside the cell that had been hers yesterday, but his confinement was far more cruel. Completely naked, his hands were cuffed behind his back, but it was what kept him standing close to the bars that blew her mind.

A metal cuff was locked tightly around the shaft of his penis, just behind the head. The other end of the cuff was fastened to one of the bars, just above a cross bar. It was clear that the cuff was not coming off of his penis. He was locked in place.

Because the cuff on the bar was locked above a cross brace he was almost on tiptoes, pulled tightly to the bars. And there he stood unable to do anything except stand and wait, naked and exposed, locked in place by his manhood.

Again she felt the sexual rush course through her. Only yesterday she had been in that cell, naked, hands cuffed, humiliating herself by asking to have her hands freed so she could masturbate.

Now she thrilled at the sight of this man, naked, restrained by his penis, unable to do anything but stand and be stared at.

As if he was reading her mind, Robert stepped behind her and put his arms around her, stroking her sides, down to her hips. She was again overcome with the sexuality of it all and without even giving it any thought, she found herself taking his hands and moving them to her breasts. The man in the cell looked hungrily at them as Robert softly stroked and kneaded her breasts through her blouse and bra.

He stopped without warning - far too soon for her- and announced that it was time to join the others for dinner. She glanced at Eric and Robert answered her unspoken question..."Eric will be kept here for the duration of his and June's two week visit. She will see that he is fed. If he is allowed out of that cell it all it will be to receive a whipping or be played with by June. Remember what I told you about extended confinement"

Again she felt herself getting damp in that wonderful spot. She had been locked in the cell for one day. What would it be like to be kept in there, or chained to leave it for two weeks?

They returned to join the others and she realized it was a bit strange making polite conversation with June, knowing that her husband was locked inside a cell, restrained and naked.

June sensed her hesitancy, and apparently having already talked to Robert, put her at ease. "Isn't my husband a sweetheart? He loves to be locked up and I love controlling him. In case you hadn't guessed, I find it quite hot to be standing here, chatting with you, knowing that he's in that little cell, locked by his cock to the bars so he can't even move to sit down. I'm enjoying a delightful drink and dinner while he suffers for me. Yes, quite erotic!”

She was having trouble getting a handle on her emotions, but she had to admit, as they sat down and the first course of dinner was served, that she too found it hot. She had enjoyed being the one locked up, and now she enjoyed seeing a man locked up, she would have to ask Robert about that.

After dinner, instead of their usual cognac and cigar, Robert told her he and the others would be going down to the slave quarters and she was welcome to join them.

She must have looked confused, because he quickly added that she might be more comfortable just observing the first time in a group setting. Later in the evening, if she felt adventurous, she could join in or not. There would be no pressure.

He did make her aware of a couple of rules of protocol... She was not to interfere in any activity unless invited. Some people enjoyed participation by others, some did not.

He told her just to relax and enjoy.

She walked with him down now familiar pathway, realizing that unconsciously her hand had found its way into his. As they walked she decided to ask him how she could find both being confined and seeing someone else confined erotic.

"That's easy he intoned. You're like me - a switch!" He went on to remind her that he had told her about switches yesterday, not realizing that she probably was one.

"Nothing to be ashamed of", he laughed, "we get double the pleasure".

By now they had reached the slave quarters and went inside to once again find Eric naked and locked to the bars by his cock. She liked that term so much better than "penis" since she had heard June use it to describe her husband's predicament.

Before she could spend very much time observing Eric, Robert led her to the far side of the room, to a doorway that she had seen before but paid little attention to.

It opened into another room, equipped with all sorts of restraints, mechanisms to fasten people to and various items of equipment along the walls. She realized that even though she didn't know what most of it was, knowing in general what it was intended for got her quite hot.

She wondered idly how long she would be able to "just observe" tonight.

They walked back into the room with the cells just as Steve, Sharon and June entered. June turned to her husband, asking him if he missed her as she reached through the bars to stroke and tease his penis - no, his cock - causing him to moan.

In the meantime, Steve wasted no time in telling Sharon that she needed some time on the rack. She nodded silently and began disrobing.

Aside from some occasional play in college, she did not consider herself overtly bi-sexual, but again, found herself getting turned on as she watched Sharon undress.

The blouse came off first, revealing a pretty lace bra. Once that was removed she stood naked from the waist up, wearing her tight jeans and boots. While not overly large, her breasts were quite pretty with rose nipples that we're for some reason quite erect.

Cynthia inexplicably found herself wanting to take one in her mouth.

Ordered by Steve to continue, Sharon, blushing now with everyone else watching continued to remove her clothing until she stood, surrounded by the rest of us, fully clothed, stark naked.

Steve pointed silently to the breeding rack and she stepped over to it, moaning softly, knowing what she would shortly look like.

For herself, Cynthia just felt her panties getting soaked as she remembered herself, just yesterday being strapped into that framework.

As Sharon knelt on the frame, Steve motioned to Robert to help him, and soon the two men were rendering Steve's wife not only helpless, but obscenely exposed.

First the cross bar at the front of her hips ensured that her ass would remain elevated. Next, the head and wrists, low down, caused her vulva to thrust backward between her legs. Finally the straps at ankle, knee and thigh, cinched down to gape her legs wide apart.

Sharon moaned again at her exposure.

June stepped over to Cynthia and began a commentary that was not lost on Sharon about the position and the device. "Isn't she absolutely delightful like that? She asked rhetorically.

"I don't think there is any position that is more humiliating and embarrassing for a woman to be in. Even tied on her back with her legs up and apart isn't as bad, because this is so crude.

Here a woman is debased and fastened for one purpose and one purpose only. To be bred like an animal. God Sharon I'm sorry, but you are so hot like that!”

All Sharon could do was rest in her restraints, knowing how completely exposed she was.

Cynthia found herself breathing heavily, and getting incredibly turned on as she observed the other woman exposed, knowing that she had looked exactly like that just yesterday.

Worse, not just restrained, but she had begged to be fucked - there was no other more polite word that would work. She had knelt in her restraints and begged Robert to fuck her.

As if reading her mind, June stepped closer to her and whispered "you've been there haven't you"? She could just nod her head and gasp slightly as she felt June lightly stroke her right breast through her clothes.

"Don't worry" June whispered. "Robert didn't say anything - he never would - but I could tell by the way you were looking at her. You were seeing yourself". Cynthia nodded, and without even thinking about it, slid her hand up to cover June's and push it more firmly onto her breast.

As she continued to gently massage her breast, June continued. "The beauty of this is that it let's us be that sluts that we all really want to be but don't let ourselves.

Fastened into that rack, we thrust our cunts out and back and open, waiting to be serviced like an animal in heat. And it's all ok, because we're restrained and can't do anything about it. Look at how turned on she's getting and no one has even touched her".

Sure enough as she looked at Sharon from behind, the arousal was obvious. Her labia were engorged and swollen, beginning to pout open, and clearly visible were the first droplets of moisture signaling that her pussy was readying itself to be penetrated.

"Sharon and Steve are into humiliation as you can see. Watch what he does to her next."

Sure enough, Steve stepped around and freed one hand, ordering Sharon to play

with her pussy.

Too embarrassed, with everyone else watching, she refused. The response was easy to predict. The hand was refastened and she was told that in order to be allowed to play with herself, she would have to beg.

Robert handed Steve a short, multi-stranded whip and what ensued almost made Cynthia orgasm with no contact whatsoever.

Standing behind his wife, Steve began whipping her ass from side to side, leaving red marks where the thongs splatted against the soft skin.

Sharon was moaning and with each stroke would jerk against her restraints, but they had played this game before and she knew what was coming. "No please don't" she begged. "I'll be good. I'll play with myself for you".

Obviously it was too late, because Steve continued. Changing his position slightly he began working the whip vertically and it founds its way between the gaping cheeks of her ass. Nothing was sacred, and Sharon screamed freely as the thongs splatted against the bud of her asshole. When the whip came upwards and the thongs hit right into the gaping lips of her pussy, it seemed as she would tear herself free from the leather restraints as she howled.

The straps held fast, as they always had, and all she could do was cry and scream, and beg to be allowed to play with herself.

Her own entreaties yesterday echoed in her mind as Cynthia heard Sharon frantically begging to be allowed to masturbate.

While this was going on, Cynthia was so turned on it was unbelievable.

She turned to June and just had to kiss her, at the same time reaching out to stoke the other woman's breasts. As they came up for air they could hear Sharon becoming more crass in her entreaties. She knew what was expected of her. As the pain intensified she was begging permission to frig her cunt and finger her asshole.

The forced transition from the demure young wife enjoying cocktails to the slut begging to stop her whipping was incredibly hot. June and Cynthia stepped apart, the unspoken vow that they would continue this later.

They watched as once again Steve unfastened a hand and this time, Sharon without hesitation reached back between her gaping legs and began frantically rubbing her clit and slipping fingers inside herself.

She no longer cared that her debasement was before an audience. The pain had driven her beyond caring. Her orgasm when it came was neither subtle nor quiet. She shook and trembled in her restraints, finally relaxing a bit. At that point Steve with Robert's help unfastened her and led her to a couch in the other room. A blanket and Steve's arms holding her obviously sent her to places that Cynthia longed to go.

June decided that her husband had been ignored long enough. She unlocked the cell and released the cuff from the bars, attaching to it a leash. He was now led by a leash attached to his cock, his hands cuffed behind him, with no choice but to follow.

She led him in front of everyone else into what Cynthia had learned was called the dungeon, and over to a padded bench. Ordered onto his back, and with Robert's help he was quickly strapped tightly down. Cynthia then noticed that the bench he was on was actually a medical table that allowed for the height to be adjusted.

June announced that the scene with Sharon had turned her on so much, it was time to put her slave to good use. But since he sometimes needed motivation, she needed to prepare him.

Cynthia watched in fascination. First she had been confined herself.Just a few minutes ago she had watched another woman exposed and humiliated, and now she was about to watch her new friend torment her naked husband. If one could die of sexual overload, what a way to go!

As she watched, June brought forth an equipment bag. From it she pulled various items that meant nothing to Cynthia, but nonetheless the fascination grew. First, a long black, thin tube. June applied liberal amounts of a gel and Cynthia inhaled sharply as she watched June slowly slide it into her husband's urethra.

He moaned and tensed as it slid down into his penis. When she was satisfied she taped the tube to his cockhead with a piece of surgical tape. Next a blue band was stretched and pulled tightly around the base of his cock and balls. Finally wires were attached to terminals on the end of the black tube and the blue elastic that she had not noticed before.

June plugged the wires into a grey box that she described as an electro stim device. Sh