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 Sugar Cane Plantation - The Epilog

   Sugar Cane Revisited - The Prologue

   Obviously this adventure had to end sooner or later.  Our host of
characters can't simply hang out on an island hideaway forever.

   As was pointed out, jobs and mortgages and all the other shit await!!

   Where will we go form here?

   Since much of this is pure fantasy, why not play with another fantasy
that we all have from time to time.

   The fantasy of leaving it all behind.

   The fantasy that made that country song "Take this Job and Shove it" so
wildly popular in its day.

   Let's face it, we've all thought of what it would be like to just step
out.  Not worry about the house payment, or car payment.  Not worry about
keeping the boss, or customers happy.  Just leaving!!

   Jimmy Buffet created an empire around that theme.

   Is there anyone among us that hasn't gone on a cruise or a vacation to
some idyllic place and wondered what it would be like to never leave?

   In Sugar Cane Revisited I'm guilty of playing on two weaknesses then
that all of us interested in the realm of dominance and submission probably
share.

   The fantasy of being able to experience our fantasies on a daily basis,
combined with the fantasy of just getting away from it all.

   Our heroine gets to do both!!

   As I try to evolve this from one phase to the next, I thought you might
find a few things interesting, and, keeping them in mind might cast the
stories in at least a slightly different light.

   The Sugar Cane Plantation, in a different form actually exists.

   It was the impetus for this story.  Of course it's not called the Sugar
Cane Plantation.  And it's not a hidden bdsm club.

   What it is, is a delightful bed and breakfast near the top of a mountain
on an island.  I was shopping for real estate one day and the realtor took
us there for lunch.

   It really was an old plantation house.  It really does have old,
crumbling brick walls.  The main building really is restored from the
original structure.  It really is a delightful tropical hideaway.

   The island where it is located really was one of the hubs of the slave
trade back in the day.  The old slave market is one of the tourist sights.

   I not only fell in love with the place, but as I wandered about looking
at the old structures, the seeds of The Sugar Cane Plantation began to
form.

   I won't tell you where it really is.  At least not now.

   I don't think the real owners, if they ever read this piece would
appreciate the suggestion that their relatively upscale bed and breakfast
was associated with terrible perversions.

   I've given enough clues though so that anyone familiar with the West
Indies should be able to figure it out.  One hint: It's not in the
Caribbean.

   Obviously much of what I've written in terms of the bdsm activities is
fantasy, but so that you can appreciate the perspective from which this is
written, please understand that a significant portion is not.  A
significant portion is real!

   For example:

   1.  The breeding rack.

   Fortunate enough several years ago to be able to construct a fairly well
equipped play space, and being handy with tools, my partners and I have
enjoyed a structure that I've described as the breeding rack.

   It of course was never used for such a purpose historically, but it was
functioned in that regard.  A woman fastened to it was indeed extremely
obscenely exposed and vulnerable.

   Talking about the experience to women that have been fastened into it
gave rise to the descriptions in the story.

   Without exception they described it as extremely humiliating, making
them feel vulnerable, at the same time allowing them to enjoy being
exhibited and used.

   All described the experience as incredibly intense.  Some wanted to ride
again.  Others said never again!

   2.  The cell.

   In the same play space in which we were able to enjoy the breeding rack,
we were able to have a regular cell with bars.  In was made by having bars
built to order and anchored into the frame of a standard bedroom closet. 
There was room to lie down, standup, take a couple of steps and that was
it.

   Submissives of mine, and I myself when in submissive mode have spent
days locked in that cell.  Since it was too small for any toilet
facilities, we utilized a ritual where the prisoner would chain themselves
hand and foot before being led out on a leash.

   The only other reason they came out was to be whipped.

   The cell was in the middle of the regular play area.

   Something very erotic (from a submissive's perspective) of having to
stand naked in a cell, on display, while others outside, fully dressed are
free to wander about.  I tried to get that mindset across in the stories.

   3.  The electrical play.

   I have always loved electricity for the reason related by Robert.  Such
a wide spectrum of sensations.  Plus people are naturally afraid of it.

   I have use a lot of different electrical toys, and had them used on me.
There is something incredibly erotic about being tightly restrained and
having your lover hover over you, stroking and teasing you and then
effortlessly with just the push of a button inducing sensations that range
from barely perceptible, to erotic to very painful.





   4.  The Cigar.

   Yes.  I have had a submissive over the years that before she decided she
was really a dominant, was as big a pain slut as June.

   In a scene involving a whipping, she would always have gone to places
unknown and be begging for more.  Welts, bruises and even broken skin meant
nothing to her.

   A very special lady in fact.  Sadly life's nasty habit of dealing cruel
cards put her in a position where she had to decide to be somewhere other
than with me.

   But a very special lady nonetheless!!

   She was once strapped to a St.  Andrews cross, just as described, and
yes, I did burn her nipples and her clitoris with a cigar as described.

   And yes, she screamed delightfully as she orgasmed.

   Even though we don't get to scene any longer, that experience will live
on for ever.



   Even though she now is mainly dominant, and takes incredible delight in
her victims sore to the point that they complain of sitting for days, I
hope that she too will never forget that scene.

   As you will read about later, June describes it rather precisely. 
Tightly restrained, exposed, watching the glowing tip of the cigar so
slowly approach your own tender nipple.  The sensation of the warmth and
heat as it approaches, and finally that mind numbing, searing pain.

   Then to know that it will happen again, and yet once again.....

   5.  Cigars and cognac.

   My vice in life, and how I have and still spend many evenings.  Life is
so much easier to grasp and deal with when one is in the proper state of
mind, and a nice cigar and glass of cognac are the perfect way to get
there.

   There are more analogies, but my intent is not to recite a biography of
my background in the realm of bdsm.  It is merely to underscore that while
I always try to write with feeling, a lot of what you're reading is based
on actual experiences.

   So, if you've enjoyed the Sugar Cane Plantation at all, I hope you'll
enjoy as the fantasy continues and escalates.  Not only does Cynthia get to
return (you knew she would) but she gets to live the fantasy that so many
of us only think about!!

   6.Cynthia's new job.

   In Sugar Cane Revisited Cynthia talks about leaving her job and working
with retired attorneys on the internet.  Although they don't have anyone as
charming as Cynthia actually working there, the group actually exists. 
It's a real website.  www.beyourownlawyer.org
   Please enjoy.