This is a story that will comprise several chapters. Feedback and comments are welcome!!! Hope you enjoy!! 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 cum inside me please scene triple threat 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. Slutty legal age teenager in a luscious virgin sex action 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 this blonde babe was a real cumhungry interracial threesome, 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 polish teen paid by british 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 fetish lez sucks toes big tits lesbian 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 lovely babe dolly leigh pussy slammed in different positions 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 blonde milf jolene sucks dick and gets a big facial 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 raunchy slut rides on a throbbing cock brunette and cumshot 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 webcam masturbation super hot and mature babe 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 old mom son incent story, 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 hidden camera in bathroom girls hostel 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&hellip." And why, she wondered was it all so exciting to her and it was. Just the act of stepping busty amateur gf ass screwed while being filmed at home 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. Foxy czech cutie stretches her narrow crack to the bizarre amateur and babe 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 sunny leone story fugged story 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 a huge rubber cock penetrates the sofias pussy 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 hot milf banging on the leather sofa 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 sunny leone xxx full sexy story 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 brunette teen likes every minute of a rough harsh fuck 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 britney amber enjoys a nice hard pecker 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 ebony slut fucks a white gloryhole cock in her first interracial scene tube porn 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 what to play when gat bored tube porn 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 sex vivthomas com lesbian boss. 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 ebony babe pumped by horny pawn keeper 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 vietnam girls ho chi minh city to london uk viet 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 homemade hogtied leg shaking orgasm with mommy 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 yong girl fucked hard after dance striptease hardcore 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 black haired babe with small tits gets fucked 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 how i get wet so horny for fingers 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 terry nova has big tits and gets fucked 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".
Sweet teen girl fucked in a threesome 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 old guys are best in licking and banging young old and hardcore 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. She explained that the machine would generate electrical impulses in a range that went from barely noticeable, to actually pleasurable, to, if she was feeling especially cruel, absolute and excruciating pain.
To demonstrate, she pushed a button and began to turn a dial. At first nothing happened, then Eric began to moan and struggle against the restraints. Cynthia notice as she watched that his cock began to jerk and twitch in synch with the flashing red light on the box. "The electricity makes the muscles contract. He can't stop his cock from twitching and jerking" June explained.
"Now he is going to put that mouth to good use, but I need him properly motivated, so don't let his yelling bother you. He tends to be a cry baby at times"! With that she reached down and turned the knob up sharply. It looked as if Eric would rip the straps from the table. He jerked and screamed as the electricity tore through the inside of his cock all the way through to his testicles.
His cock jerked uncontrollably and between screams he was begging June to stop it - imploring that he would do anything. After several seconds, but what must have been an eternity to Eric, June reached up and turned the power down.
He was sobbing freely as the intense pain diminished. "There, there" she soothed, as she now gently stroked his cock, removing the electrode. "You know how I like you to be my good little slut, and how sometimes, you need proper motivation, don't you"?
He could only nod and mutter " Yes Ma'am, I'll do my best" as she continued stroking him. "Well all of this has left me incredibly hot, so I'll be wanting to use you, but you know the rules, you are not allowed to see my pussy" she casually mentioned as she slipped a heavy blindfold on him.
Cynthia watched, her arousal growing as June lowered the part of the table where Eric's head was, raised her skirt, slipped her panties aside and straddled his head. He knew without being told what was expected, and he began licking and sucking in earnest, trying hard to pleasure his lady.
June finally came loudly, leaving Eric's face covered with her slick juices. Spent, she rested on the couch for a few painting her sexy face with a hot load of cum, beckoning Cynthia to come and join her. While June was relaxed, Cynthia was still aroused and frustrated. But rather than let her make love to her, June arose and unstrapped her husband. She reattached the cuff to his cockhead, and with the leash led him over to the couch.
"Eric is available to be used by anyone this evening" June announced. Turning to Cynthia she said "here, put my husband to good use if you like. Don't be shy. He stays blindfolded so that he can't see you". In another time and place, modesty would have dominated, but not here. Not tonight. She found herself reaching under her skirt and removing her panties, then lying back into the couch cushions and spreading her legs. June with her hands in her husband's hair pushed his face between Cynthia's legs Eric knew what to do.
"Do a good job on my friend my subbie hubbie or it's back onto the table and this time I'll run the power into your asshole as well as your cock.
As aroused as she was, she found herself cresting in no time. The slave's tongue on her pussy, first penetrating her and teasing the opening, then dancing sound her clit, was just too much. She was aware of June, reclined next to her, stroking her breasts, slipping her fingers into the bra and teasing the nipples.
She was aware vaguely of Robert watching her being serviced. She didn't care. All that mattered were the incredible sensations gushing from her pussy. Finally she returned to earth - exhausted but in such a wonderful way. She was lying in the couch cushions, her blouse open, bra unfastened as June lightly teased her nipples.
Eric waited patiently on his knees between her gaping legs, for instructions. June turned to Robert and mentioned that he was not participating. He assured her that he would, but he enjoyed first seeing that everyone else was having a good time. "Nonsene" June intoned. "At least let my slave pleasure you. It will relax you". Though Robert protested that it was not necessary, he was soon relaxed next to Cynthia as June led her husband over, still cuffed and blindfolded, to him.
Robert opened his pants and Cynthia reached over to stroke and tease his cock. The same fat mature loves a young raging boner that had taken her when she was strapped onto the breeding rack.
As it began to harden in her hand, June pulled her slave's face close. Cynthia was learning, and she did not hesitate, but fed Robert's cock into Eric's mouth. The initial hesitation at feeling and tasting another man's cock in his mouth was quickly dispelled when June again reminded him of where she would place electrodes, and how long she would leave them there. Robert reached over and stroked her breasts as Cynthia kissed him deeply, both hearing and feeling him moan as another man sucked is cock.
She eagerly parted her legs, not caring who was watching as his hand slid along her leg, and gasped freely when she felt his fingers lightly stroking her now hypersensitive pussy lips.
She had no idea why, but it did turn her on incredibly to look down and see Eric with Roberts's cock deep in his mouth. Something about watching the man being humiliated and used - made to suck a cock - drove her crazy. But hot as it was, she needed cock strong strapon for a lovely cutie girlfriend and hardcore than Eric.
She straddled Robert's legs sliding her pussy backward, forcing Eric's head off the cock until she felt the head nudging at her opening. God, the delicious feeling of fullness in her pussy as she impaled herself on his hard cock. She didn't realize it could be so much better. With Robert's cock deep inside her, she felt Eric's tongue teasing her labia where they gripped the cock, then slipping back to dance around her asshole. Never had she experienced a sensation so intense - a thick cock filling her and Eric's tongue probing at her asshole.
Within moments she was climbing to heights she had never before experienced. Later they all relaxed around a small bar in the corner, basking in the relaxed bliss. All except Eric that is. True, June had elected to leave him out of his cell, but insisted that he was by now quite frustrated, pretentive measures" we're necessary.
She brought forth a shiny metal cage contraption which, while the others watched, she fitted over his cock, locking it to a ring going around the base of his cock and balls.
Even Robert cringed a little at the loud click of the locking snapping shut. There was no way that Eric could touch his cock. It was surely locked away, with the key now on a chain around June's neck. He was then placed in a set of chains that locked his hands to his waist and in turn to the chain between his ankle cuffs. While it was uncomfortable June explained that he preferred it to the alternative which would be to be returned to the cell. Soon everyone got used to Eric's nakedness after they had all dressed again.
Sharon and Cynthia even helped him take a drink or two of wine, since with his hands cuffed to his waist it was quite difficult.
As it was late, they all began to wander back up to the inn. June ordered Eric back into the cell and locked the door, telling him she would fetch him in the morning. As they walked out, Sharon asked if Eric was being punished for some reason.
June responded that in fact he was, that he had failed to show her the proper respect. As a result, the only thing he would see while they were at the resort would be the inside of the cell or the dungeon.
He would be naked at all times, and when out of the cell, severely restrained. Cynthia could not help but ask, "but doesn't that hurt you too. I mean even though you're not locked up, you end up alone when you could be having him pleasure you. He is quite good with his mouth". June smiled and said "well I was hoping that I wouldn't be sleeping alone after tonight" as she smiled at both Robert and Cynthia.
"I do so look forward to letting Eric know what he missed when I take him some food in the morning". Later, in the early hours of the morning, she stirred, lying comfortably against Robert with June's arm draped over her breast. June certainly had not slept alone, she mused. Then her thoughts drifted to cachando rico con brigitte nolan en la oficina lover's husband, naked in his cell.
She let her fingers idly tease her clit as she envisioned him, locked up, not being able to even stroke his own cock. The pleasure she was giving herself was denied him, and she suddenly found herself getting turned on all over again.
Waking later they showered and drifted to the dining room for breakfast. She watched curiously as June gathered a plate of food. Some toast, eggs, now cold, a couple pieces of ham.and some fruit.
"Eric will be a bit hungry" June explained. "He did not get anything for supper last night. Care to join me?" she asked as she headed for the door. The two women walked hand in hand toward the slave quarters obviously remembering fondly, each in her own way, the events of last night. Inside the building they made their way to the cells.
Eric had heard them, approaching. Well aware of the rules, by the time they got into the room he was standing with his hands behind his head, against the bars of the cell.
"Very good slave - you remembered" June cooed. She knelt down and slid the plate of food into the cell. As hungry as he must have been Eric did not move, knowing that he had to have permission to leave the bars. Cynthia found herself staring openly at him. The device on his cock was intriguing. A steel ring fit around the base of his cock and balls.
The ring had a pin. On his cock was a metal cage, with a slot the fit over the pin on the ring. At the end of the pin was a hole through which the lock went. His cock was not coming out without the key. Studying the device more closely, she realized the cage was just large enough to hold his cock when limp. It was clear to her that an erection would be painful, and she mentioned as much to June.
"Oh it's worse than you think dear. Look more closely". As she did so, she realized the inside of the cage had small spikes that pointed inward. The intent was obvious. As long as he was limp, the device would be only mildly uncomfortable.
An erection however would be a different matter. "Go ahead and tease him a little" June urged. "His reactions can be quite erotic". She suddenly felt terribly sadistic. She thrilled at having this man, locked in a cell, with his cock nadia ali xnxx big xnxx at her disposal. She reached out and began to tease and stroke his nipples. Reaching down she played with his balls with one hand. While as he gazed at her, she opened the top two buttons of her blouse, slipped her fingers into her bra and began playing with her nipples.
Her efforts were not in vain - a sharp intake of breath from Eric turned into a moan. She looked down at the cock cage and saw his cock straining at the cage, the barbs digging into the tender skin and doing their job. June didn't help as she stepped over and began playing with Cynthia's breasts. Poor Eric was in real pain as his cock tried to get hard against the barbed steel cage. He was causing his own pain, and despite it, could not stop his erection.
"You may enjoy your breakfast slave" June said as she led Cynthia out of the room. Eric resigned himself to another day locked away with no chance of relief. Later as she and June lay by the pool, she had to ask a question that had been nagging at her since last night.
"June this is all new to me, but I'd like to ask you a question if you don't mind." "Ask away love" June murmured, enjoying the sun and being lazy. "It's not as though we're strangers anymore!".
"Well last night, when Sharon was strapped into the breeding rack, you mentioned how intense the position was for a woman, as though you'd been there. Yet you're dominant. Have you been on the rack and if you have, how does that affect you being dominant?" June chuckled and started explaining her psyche to her new friend. "You're right, I have been there. I know first hand how intense it is to be restrained like that.
Everything is out in the open - you can't protect yourself in any way. Steve was a bit impatient last night so you didn't get to see what really turns me on. To be left there for a while on display. And better yet, to be used. I get to be so slutty! And no it really doesn't conflict with my dominant side. Like most of us, while I spicy babe pussy playing under the sun like to be the top, there are times when I enjoy the helplessness and I can be a bit of a pain slut.
The only thing I never do is let my husband top me, or watch me being submissive. We are in a permanent fulltime femdom marriage, and it would not do for him to see me as anything but dominant.
So if you ever want to try out your dominant side, let me know, we can talk." She considered what June had told her, wondering what it would be like to be dominant, but she kept coming back to her time in the cell. The helplessness, the embarrassment of being naked when Robert had walked in. All she could admit to was that she was thoroughly confused.
She confessed as much to June, who just smiled. "All in time, don't rush kiddo". We'll be playing again tonight. Are you interested in playing or would you like to just watch again?" "I'm pretty sure I want to play, but I'm not sure what role. By the way, I'm intrigued at your relationship with your husband. Is he ever allowed out? Do you have sex with him, or is he never allowed to cum?" June giggled a little and answered.
"He is my full time slave, but he needs pleasure too. It's just that he derives pleasure in his own way. And yes, of course we have sex, it's just my way. He has to pleasure me and pamper me. I get orgasms whenever I want, which is often. His are carefully controlled by me. When he's not with me he wears the chastity device. It makes masturbation impossible. The one he's wearing has the studded interior.
He has a more benign version that is just designed to keep him from touching himself. And oh how I love to tease him with it on. When I straddle him and rub my pussy along his cock, he can feel the warmth and a little touch. I can rub myself and get offbut all he can do is moan and cry in frustration. But yes, when he's been good, I take the device off and we fuck just like normal people." She let the sun lull her to sleep as she imagined different scenarios.
Her being restrained and naked. Her having someone at her disposal. Hmm - it all sounded good. She'd have to wait and see. After being out in the sun all day, the air conditioning in the bar felt refreshing. She had enjoyed a shower and change of clothes and now felt rejuvenated. She was enjoying the people watching when June sidled over to join her. Sipping some kind of fruit drink, she wasted no time.
"Are you ready for an erotic evening sexy lady, and if so, have you decided on your poison? Will you wield the whip, drawing cries and moans of pain, or will it be you tightly restrained, dealing with the cane strokes as best you can." "That's what I love about you June. No pussy footing around - right to the point." " I'm actually kind of torn. I would love to play the top tonight, but I'm so new to all of I'm afraid I wouldn't really know what to do.
Then too, before you arrived, Robert had introduced me to the thrill of confinement and the rack. I never knew how erotic being locked naked in a cell could be." June grinned isabella de santos tube porn at her friend. "Ummm, I think you'll make a great domme, and not to worry about experience love.
This will work out very well." As Cynthia looked at her quizzically, she continued. "You already know that Robert and I are both switches. Well we've been very close for a long time, and love to play with each other. To spice things up, we come up with various little wagers or games of chance to see who will be top and who will be cute blonde girl masturbates and squirts on webcam. Tonight a simple game of backgammon over cocktails.
You may observe and participate when the winner in topping the loser." Cynthia smiled - "that sounds like fun and I'm looking forward to it more than you know.
I just can't decide which would turn me on more. Seeing you on the receiving end, or having Robert at our disposal". Later that afternoon, when everyone was gathered around the bar, and June had returned from tending to her husband in his cell, Robert brought forth an ornate backgammon board. He and June began the rolling of the dice, the outcome of which would define their roles for the evening.
The dice were not kind to Robert and in the end he resigned himself to his fate. Robert had assumed that the games would start after dinner, but June had other ideas. She stood from the backgammon table, and taking Robert's hand in hers, led him outside, indicating to Cynthia with a quick glance that she was to follow.
As they walked to the slave quarters June couldn't help letting Robert know that she remembered the last time that he had topped her.
She intended to be especially cruel tonight. Once inside she turned to him, hugged him and they kissed deeply. She broke the kiss and stepped back.
You know the drill lover - strip for us!" Both women watched as their host removed all of his clothing, finally standing naked before them. June produced a pair of handcuffs and motioned for him to turn around. She cuffed his hands behind his back. Eric, as per the rules had been standing against the bars of his cell, legs spread, hands behind his head, waiting obediently for a command. Cynthia had again been enjoying the sight of the man naked and submissive, with his cock locked up.
She wondered if he realized how many orgasms his wife had had while he was locked in his cell, unable to even touch his cock, let alone cum. June produced another pair of handcuffs and ordered Eric to turn around and present his wrists through the bars, one above the other to be cuffed. Once done, her prisoner secured, she unlocked the cell and with a flourish, produced the key to his chastity cage.
Removing the lock, she slipped the cage off his cock, which free for the first time in two days instantly sprang to attention. She produced a set of thumb cuffs, and answered Cynthia's quizzical look. "We use these a lot in play, for just about everything but locking thumbs together. They make great locking fasteners, and, as you'll notice, when a man's dick is soft, with a little pushing and adjusting, they fit right behind the head".
But they only work when it's soft and poor Eric is so horny that his cock won't cooperate. But we can fix that" she said has she scooped a handful of ice from the drink she had brought with her. Clenching his cock with her ice filled hand, the effect was immediate. While it was still soft she demonstrated by folding the locking hasp of one end of the attractive czech babe barbara bieber wants rickys fat schlong around it, as she had said, just behind the head.
Cynthia heard the ratchets in the cuff click at the same time that Eric gave a sharp intake of breath as he felt the steel ring clamp down and tightly grip his manhood. Pulling him close to Robert, her devious plan was instantly clear. The other cuff went around Robert's cock and in a flash, the two men were fastened, facing and close to each other, held in place by their locked together penises.
One final touch was a chain about three feet long locked with a padlock to the thumb cuffs between the two cocks, with the other end Locked to a ring on the whipping post. Once again, for about the fiftieth time since she had arrived, Cynthia felt the warm rush of sexual excitement as she took in the sight of the two men, naked, cuffed and cock locked together.
All they could do was stand in the middle of the room and wait, avoiding any moves that would cause both of them considerable pain. With that June announced that it was time for dinner. Cynthia could not resist a parting glance at the two men fastened face to face by their cocks as she and June walked out hand in hand. The two women enjoyed their dinner and noting that no one as within earshot, began discussing the fate of their two slaves for the evening.
June pointed out to Cynthia one thing that she had not paid much attention to before. Neither of the men were gay per se. True, Robert didn't mind having his cock sucked by a male submissive, but he did not enjoy reciprocating. If he did, the pleasure was from being submissive and forced to do something. It was ebony pussy fucked by white man african french girl the pleasure of another man in his mouth.
So, June continued, "they have one vulnerability that we don't. We can have fun with the forced homosexuality. They can't do that to us. Hell they both know that you and I would head for the bedroom in an instant, so there's not much in the way of forcing us to do something" "So, here's what I suggest" she continued.
"Since you haven't had a chance to practice with some of the toys, just follow my lead. We'll alternate with the guys. I do enjoy playing with Robert, but my dear husband deserves my attention too. He hasn't been allowed an orgasm since we arrived.
If he really amuses us, I may surprise him." When the two women returned to roxanne rae pegging her roommate tristan sweet dungeon their captives were of course just as they had left them hands cuffed behind them, face to face, locked together by their cocks. Following June's lead, they decided to warm their victims up a bit with a nice flogging. "Always a good way to start" observed June as she snapped the flogger against Robert's ass.
Cynthia needed to further urging, and went to work on the perfectly presented ass of June's husband. Soon the men were moaning but careful not to move any more than necessary. The first couple of blows had caught them by surprise, and the pain in each tightly locked cock when they jerked was far worse than the thongs of the floggers.
They earned quickly to be still. After a nice warm-up, the women moved on to more entertaining ages. Released, each man was fitted with a locking strap around his cock and balls, along with a locking collar. As they were ordered to lie on the floor facing in opposite directions, the wickedness of the plan was obvious. The collar of each was quickly locked to the cock and ball strap of the other.
Each one had his head fastened inches from the cock of the other. June explained the rules and they were simple. Whoever came first was the loser. While both men could expect to be punished at some point, the loser would receive what she referred to as a punishment strapping and would spend the night not only in the cell but in restraints.
The winner would be allowed in the women's bedroom even though he would be restrained and not allowed an orgasm. Diabolical it was! June went on, for Cynthia's benefit to explain a punishment strapping. "Pain when one is aroused can be pleasurable. The body translates it in a good way. Endorphins flow and it is actually a sort of high" she explained as she stroked Robert's and her husband's cocks. "Men, especially right after cumingare not aroused. Pain is just pain. When I'm torturing a man and am in a really sadistic mood, I fasten them in their position, and masturbate them to a ruined orgasm.
For the unlucky loser tonight the strapping will start right after he has cum anyway. I promise you the cries and begging will drive you nuts." June had noticed the quizzical look on Cynthia's face at the term ruined orgasm.
So she paused to explain how she could drive a man nuts by jerking him off until she knew he would ejaculate, and couldn't stop himself, but to then stop before he could really cum. Cynthia loved the idea of getting a man so close then stopping and watching his frustration as semen oozed out of his cock.
"Note to self: That is on the must do list." "Ok boys, get busy. I want to see hard cocks hot floozy loves her daddys powerful rod somebody better cum soon" she ordered. Cynthia felt the familiar warmth between her legs as she relaxed on the sofa with June, watching the two men begin to fondle and caress each other. Neither wanted the fate that June had prescribed - both worked as hard as they could.
Robert was gently stroking Eric's cock - letting his thumb lightly rub on that tender spot on the underside of the head. Eric was doing the same, but quickly took Roberts cock into his mouth, letting his tongue work on the same spot. Eric had the advantage. While Robert was a switch, Eric was purely submissive and June used him often and hard. He was used to having a cock in his mouth and had a lot of practice developing his skills as June's mouth slut as she liked to refer to xxx image alia bhatt sex. While Robert was trying, his reluctance at sucking Eric's cock in earnest, from taking it deep in his throat began to tell.
As the women encouraged them, commenting on the cock sucking techniques of the two, it soon became clear that Eric was gaining ground. Robert began to moan and even started moving his hips involuntarily. It was just a question of time.
Eric used his lips to form a tight ring around the shaft of Robert's cock, fucking it in and out of his mouth, while reaching between Robert's legs to tease his asshole. Robert finally gave in. He couldn't hold off any more and with a load groan came in Eric's mouth. "We have and winner - and a loser" June yelled, loving every second of their games.
The rest of the scene was almost literally a sexual overload for Cynthia. June first ordered her obviously horny and frustrated husband to cuff his hands behind his back and make himself useful while Robert received his punishment. She led Robert to a waist high bench and beauty is licked and gangbanged pornstar hardcore him onto teen window peep xxx first time anal invasion sex. Straps from all parts of it quickly had him fastened, head down, ass high on the air, legs spread.
June added one more touch. Retrieving something from the small refrigerator by the bar, she showed it to Cynthia as she explained. "This is an added touch called figging. This piece of ginger that I've shaped into the form of a butt plug, goes just where you expect it would.
The ginger burns, especially when they try to clench their ass cheeks. It's just wicked and I love it because I'm a sadistic bitch" she explained. casually as she worked the tip of the ginger root into Robert's exposed asshole. A few thrusts in and out and the root was buried to its base.
At first there was no reaction, but then the juice from the ginger began its work on the sensitive membranes, and Robert was soon moaning and thrusting his ass from side to side, as much as his severe restraints would allow, trying in vain to dislodge the painful intrusion.
Cynthia found herself almost unconsciously rubbing her pussy through her shorts at the sight of Robert naked, tightly restrained, being figged as a prelude to his strapping. June retrieved a supple leather strap that she called her punishment strap and stepped behind Robert. Before she started she moved over to Cynthia, kissed her deeply as she fondled her pint sized brunette patient fucked by her doctore, then turned to Eric and told him to attend to her friend.
Eric had no interest in finding himself in Roberts's predicament, and quickly moved over to Cynthia. Cynthia was on fire as she watched the scene unfolding before her, and made no pretense at modesty. She pulled her shorts and panties off, spread her legs and grabbing Eric's hair, pushed his face against her sex. Eric was motivated and Eric was good. She felt herself heading for her first orgasm as the strap slammed onto Roberts ass bringing a gasp and moan from the restrained man.
June had already admitted that she was in a sadistic mood and she had not lied. Over and over she brought the strap across Robert's ass until he was literally sobbing and begging. Mom sleeping my friend mom fucking xxxx she did not stop. He had long since stopped jerking against the restraints, and just hung in the straps limply while June proceeded to tear up his ass. Cynthia just watched, enjoying Eric's tongue and lips.
He licked from her clit, which he just danced around, all the way down to the bottom of her labia. When he let his tongue nudge lower, without any thought she slid lower down on the couch and spread her legs wider. She came again, almost instantly when his tongue probed her asshole, it was so intense. Being pleasured while Robert screamed and cried under the strap, was driving her crazy. Finally the strapping stopped, and June began to gently caress the brutalized ass of her victim and lover.
Cynthia was exhausted thanking whatever deity had created her that you could not die from sexual overdose. June joined her on the couch, kissing and caressing, while she spread her legs, an unspoken command to Eric to tend to his Mistress.
Soon, between Cynthia kissing and sucking her nipples and Eric working his magic with his mouth, June was crying out in multiple orgasms. Robert was left in his restraints, his ass on fire from the strapping and the ginger, which was still doing its work. Finally, after two women had enjoyed their afterglow in each other's arms for a while on the couch, while Eric knelt patiently in case he might be needed, June announced that it was time to retire. The first order of business was to insure that Robert as part of his forfeit, spent a most uncomfortable night.
Releasing him from the whipping bench, he was led naked to the cell. There June produced a device that consisted of a steel bar with a collar at one end, ankle cuffs at the other, and cuffs for the wrists about a third of the way from the top. She positioned Robert on the floor, near the drain, and locked him into the device. His hands were locked together about six inches below the collar.
His legs were slightly drawn up as the bar was not long enough to allow full extension. He could do nothing but sit there. "This is called a fiddle" June explained. "It is purely for torture. It looks harmless, but in about an hour, he'll be in real pain as his legs begin to cramp, and he's got all night.
Eric was ordered to put his chastity device back on, then fastened in transport chains. A chain around his waist with handcuffs attached to it, and with leg irons. He was led in the darkness to Cynthia's bungalow. They left Eric chained on the floor as they enjoyed each other in the large bed. Later, as they snuggled and Cynthia was idly caressing June's breast, she asked her friend if she wasn't being overly harsh and cruel to Robert.
"It's the way we play" June explained. "Had the game gone the other way, it would be me in that cell. He would probably have left me with plugs in my ass and pussy. Before he put me in the cell, he would have enjoyed giving me a thorough breast and pussy whipping." she shifted slightly to give better access to her other breast, enjoying the sensations.
"Now that is something you need to contemplate." she said as she let her own fingers drift between Cynthia's legs, lightly stroking her. "That is one of those awfully intimate tortures that we experience just because we're women.
Imagine yourself tied down, spread wide open, and feeling that whip hit your breasts. It is such a deep and intense pain - it surges right down to your cunt.
When Robert does it, he always makes sure I watch. Something hot about watching the thongs hit your own breast - seeing the nipple flatten and your breast bounce just that split second before it explodes into fire. God, Robert knows how to make it hurt. Then when he starts working between your legs. He always puts me in a position that is just obscene. Legs spread and pulled back and up. Everything is there and available, and then he goes to work.
No love, no regrets. The game could have gone the other way and you would have heard me screaming, and you'd be here with Robert while I sat in that cell, naked, tied and in pain all night." Later, after the two women snuggled for a while, June rolled over and sighed. "Problem is, as sadistic as I can be, you have a mellowing effect on me" she said as she stroked her friend. "Guess I'm just a pussycat at heart" she said as she reached over to the nightstand and retrieved her ring of keys.
She handed one bunch to Cynthia and getting out of bed, walked over to Eric with the others. As she unlocked the chastity device with an audible click, she suggested that Cynthia might want to go free Robert.
"By now he should be feeling very, very uncomfortable and truth of the matter is I would never leave him in that position all night. We all know how lonely that cell gets, so go retrieve him. I'll bet he'll be very, very happy to see youand quite grateful" she said to Cynthia a she unlocked Eric's restraints one by one. As she reclined on the bed, beckoning for her husband to join her, she blew the departing Cynthia a kiss.
Entering the slave quarters Cynthia made her way to the breeding room where she flipped the light switch. Robert was in obvious discomfort. He had moved from his sitting position to lying on his side, but the position was clearly painful.
He looked at Cynthia silently as she unlocked the dell door and moved over to his fettered form. Having been told that he would be spending the night as he was, he was somewhat surprised when he felt blonde cougar orally pleasured and anally banged by younger stud doggystyle and fingering cuffs being unlocked and felt the rush f relief at being able o move and stretch his limbs.
He started mom force xxx son frnds speak but Cynthia touched her finger to his lips, silencing him. Completely free, he stood stiffly as Cynthia held out her hand, leading him from the cell.
Wordlessly they walked back to the main building arm in arm, and by unspoken agreement made their way to Robert's room. In bed together there was no feverish lovemaking. They held each other, Cynthia noticing the welts when she ran her fingers across his bruised ass. She lay beneath him, enjoying him lying between her spread legs, then the delightful sensation of him entering her. They drifted off to sleep like that, enjoying the closeness f each other.
The sun was well up when she awoke. Robert was up, wearing a silk dressing gown, and admiring the view. Seeing that she was awake, he tapped the intercom on his desk and ordered coffee. It arrived almost immediately and as the maid poured the coffee, he gave her the orders for breakfast.
It was such a study in contrasts for Cynthia. On the one hand she had her memory of this man strapped to a whipping bench, then later restrained helplessly on the floor of the cell. Then there was the other Robert. The Robert this morning. Quite unsubmissive and very much the master of his domain, with the help at his beck and call. The subtleties of this lifestyle would definitely take a while for her to grasp - if that is, she ever completely grasped them. But the learning process was so much fun!