saccharide Cane grove - The epilogue

clams Cane Revisited - The Prologue

Obviously this risky venture had to end sooner or later. Our host of lineament 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 mannikin here ?

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

The illusion of leaving it all behind.

The fancy that made that state song"issue this Job and Shove it"so wildly popular in its day.

Let's expression it, we've all cerebration of what it would be like to just tread out. Not worry about the star sign defrayment, or car payment. Not worry about keeping the hirer, or customers happy. Just leaving ! !

Jimmy snack bar created an Empire around that composition.

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 go away ?

In sugar Cane Revisited I'm guilty of playing on two weaknesses then that all of us interested in the realm of say-so and entry probably parcel.

The fancy of being capable to live our phantasy on a day-by-day basis, combined with the fancy of just getting away from it all.

Our heroine gets to do both ! !

As I try to evolve this from one stage to the side by side, I thought you might find a few things interesting, and, keeping them in intellect might draw the stories in at least a slightly unlike light.

The clams Cane grove, in a slightly different kind actually exists.

It was the impetus for this level. Of course it's not called the scratch Cane woodlet. And it's not a hide out bdsm club.

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

It really was an old plantation star sign. It really does have old, crumbling brick bulwark. The main edifice really is restored from the original structure. It really is a delicious tropical retreat.

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

I not only fell in making love with the situation, but as I wandered about looking at the old social system, the seeds of The dough Cane Plantation began to form.

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

I don't think the existent owners, if they ever register this piece would appreciate the prompting that their relatively upscale bed and breakfast was associated with frightful perversions.

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

Obviously much of what I've written in terms of the bdsm activities is fantasize, but so that you can appreciate the position from which this is written, please understand that a pregnant dowery is not.

For example :

1. The breeding rack.

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

It of course of instruction was never used for such a determination 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 woman that have been fastened into it gave wage hike to the verbal description in the tarradiddle.

Without exception they described it as extremely humiliating, making them feel vulnerable, at the Saame time allowing them by virtuousness of being restrained to bask being exhibited.

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

2. The cell.

In the Sami play space in which we were able-bodied 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, get a match of footstep and that was it.

Submissives of mine, and I myself when in submissive style have spent mean solar day locked in that cell. Since it was too small for any can installation, we utilized a ritual where the prisoner would chain themselves hand and understructure before being led out on a triad.

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

The cell was in the middle of the even sport expanse.

Something very erotic ( from a submissive's perspective ) of having to stand naked in a cellular telephone, 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 electrical energy for the ground related by Henry Martyn Robert. Such a blanket spectrum of sensations. Plus the great unwashed are naturally afraid of it.

I have use a lot of different electric toys. And yes I have used stylostixis phonograph needle. As related in the story, they are so very slenderize that it is not really needle or play piercing at all. If a individual is not looking, chances are full that they will not even feel the needle.

But they do get to awesome electrical inter-group communication points.

4. The Cigar.

Yes. I have had a submissive over the yr 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 to a greater extent, while I had in discreetness stopped.

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

And yes, she screamed delightfully as she orgasmed.

5. Cigars and cognac.

My vice in life, and so too, the vice of the same woman that I described who I burned.

We would spend many evenings together sipping cognac and enjoying cigars. So of course of instruction, my role must enjoy the Saame.

And yes, she very much enjoyed the flavor and stares she got when we would go out and she would sit at a bar and light up a cigar. Not the prissy petty cigarillos that many women are fond of. She would go off up a robusto or a churchill.



There are more analogies, but my purpose is not to recount a biography of my screen background in the realm of bdsm. It is merely to underscore that while I always try to write with opinion, a lot of what you're Reading is based on literal experiences.


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

Please enjoy .