Sugar Cane Plantation – Chptr 3

As the Sugar Cane Plantation story continues to unfold, each day brings new revelations to our charming heroine.


The Sugar Cane Plantation – Chapter 3





The two men, one leading the other by a leash attached to the thumb cuff imprisoning his cock, followed Cynthia back into the playroom. Sharon beamed as Eric was led in since he had clearly chosen the cock whipping over a night in the fiddle. As Cynthia thought about it, he had probably made a wise choice. As painful as what the women planned for him might be, it would at some point be over, while being locked in the feared fiddle would be a relentless torture that lasted all night.

As always of late, her arousal both confused and thrilled her. She was still very much June’s submissive for the night, but going with Robert to make Eric choose his fate had just been hot. There was no other word for it. June had given him an option of torments and while still locked to the bars of his cell, he had had to choose. Once he had elected to have his cock whipped, Robert had proceeded, while Cynthia watched to bring him out of the cell. First wrists had been released, then cuffed behind his back. Next the end of the thumb cuff holding his penis to the bars had been opened, but the other end left tightly locked just behind the head of his cock. Finally, with probably some unnecessary stroking and teasing of the prisoner’s cock and balls, Robert had attached a leash to the available thumb cuff and proceeded to lead Eric from the cell.

June knew from her own experiences how humiliating and at the same time exciting all this was for Eric. First just to be naked and restrained in front of another man. Then to be freely handled by him, and finally, to be led, cuffed and exposed on a leash that he held the other end of.

Cynthia had long since stopped being amazed at how all this aroused her – she just now accepted that she was a hopeless bondage slut and loved it!

Back inside the playroom June beckoned her over. Cynthia quickly made her way to June’s side and remembering her instructions, presented herself in the obscene way she had been instructed and offered her Mistress her ass, mouth or cunt. June declined for now, telling her charge to sit and pay attention.

While out of the corner of her eye she saw Robert putting Eric on the whipping bench, face up, she directed her attention to what June was telling her. As she turned around in response to June’s hand motion, she felt the cuffs being unfastened from her wrists.

“Don’t misunderstand love” June told her. “You’re still my slut for the evening. We’re just going to have you interact a little differently. On the floor and on your back love.”

As Cynthia complied she wondered what awaited her next, and she was wondering how long she would be like this since it made it impossible for her to see what Robert was doing to Eric. What she had seen before she laid down was just hot.

Robert had fastened Eric backward over the whipping bench with his wrists pulled over his head and his ankles fastened to the base, widely spread. After removing the thumb cuff from his captive’s cock he had fastened a plastic shield over and around Eric’s scrotum, effectively protecting the man’s balls. Just as Cynthia had lost sight of what was happening she had seen Robert stroking and rubbing Eric’s cock, watching it begin to harden. Obviously June firmly believed that punishment inflicted on an erect penis was more effective.

Having only recently been similarly fastened with her own genitals exposed and prepared for the whip, Cynthia could empathize – remembering the emotional rush – fear, apprehension, arousal, embarrassment. It was heady stuff.

June startled her out of her daydream by ordering her to grasp the backs of her thighs, pull her knees up as close to her tits as she could and to spread her legs as far as possible. The effect of this position was not lost on Cynthia as she pulled her own legs back and wide open.

We’ll call this position one” explained June, “and of course, there is a position two. We’ll practice.” With that she directed Cynthia onto her hands and knees, and coached her into the desired and predictably obscene position. Finally with numerous adjustments Cynthia found herself on her knees, elbows and forearms on the floor, her cheek resting on the backs of her hands, her back arched and of course her legs gaping as wide as she could tolerate. The arching of her back had the effect of thrusting her pelvis backward. She did not have to be told how obscenely she was presenting her cunt and ass in this position.

Just within her field of vision she caught sight of Sharon sitting just behind, her but off to the side. She watched as the young woman began to idly stroke herself, first her breasts through the blouse and bra she wore, then letting her fingers dance lightly around her crotch. Cynthia could see how the combined scene confronting her – Eric being prepared and groomed for his cock whipping, and Cynthia naked and splayed before – would be arousing.

June fetched her from her reverie as she explained an embellishment to both positions, and that was the added order to spread. Just as Cynthia was wondering how any position could possibly spread her any more, June cleared up the mystery. “When ordered to spread in either position you are to use the fingers of both hands to spread your labia apart as far you can. If it doesn’t hurt, you’re not spreading enough. Verbally you are to respond with ‘yes sir or ma’am please enjoy the view of my slut cunt’. Now don’t fail me love – I want you to learn how thoroughly slutty you can be for me.”

Cynthia had long since gleaned that the entire lifestyle that was being explored was 99% mental. Was all sex mental? She fully understood what awaited her. It was one thing to be strapped and restrained in an immodest position. You were helpless and completely out of control. It would be far different to have to put herself in position on command. To acknowledge the command, then lie back, or get on all fours and expose herself as obscenely as possible. To hold the position as long as ordered as others freely inspected, fondled and teased her most intimate parts. What a rush!

June then surprised her by handing her a red satin robe to put on. For just a microsecond Cynthia was confused – wondering why the act of kindness. Then she realized how thoroughly diabolical her friend was. By being clothed and interacting with others, each time she was summoned, or ordered into position, would be a new exposure. From always naked to exposed was one step. From clothed to naked to exposed added another level. As she donned the robe she looked around the room.

Eric was by now fully erect . It made her wonder. Robert was not, per June bi-sexual, but he certainly appeared to enjoy playing with Eric’s cock, getting it ready for some intense punishment. Maybe it had more to do with the sadistic side than the homosexual. Something to be explored.

Sharon had moved to Eric’s side and was whispering in his ear.

“In case you’re wondering, she’s telling him how wet she’s getting thinking about hearing him scream” June whispered in her ear as she stood behind her. Sure enough, almost as if on cue, Sharon moved to the top of the whipping bench, maneuvering so that Eric’s strapped hands could reach her crotch. Lust overcame modesty and she raised her skirt, pulling her panties aside, and rubbed her swollen pussy against Eric’s fingers. He responded by stroking and probing as much as his restraints allowed. Sharon surrendered herself to the moment. Letting her head fall back and moaning softly as Eric played with her pussy.

It was obvious that June had not lied, because when Sharon finally backed away from Eric’s reach, his fingers were glistening with her wetness.

June motioned for her to follow as she headed for the bar. Eric was obviously going to be waiting in his restraints for a while, naked and on display for the room.

Since Cynthia and Eric had returned, a few other people had wandered into the playroom. Apparently some of the locals had joined the party.

As she stood to follow her Mistress, Cynthia was reminded that it fastened only at the collar. As she moved it would flow open, displaying her body to varying degrees. While she supposed that she could simply hold it closed around her, she knew that was neither expected nor allowed. She stepped out following June, aware of the glances of some of the others she had not yet met as a breast, then a hip was exposed.

At the bar they were joined by a couple that Cynthia had not met. While introductions were made, Robert joined them. They were in their forties, the man slightly graying, appearing fairly trim, was John. . His wife, introduced as Sheila was blonde, a few years younger than her husband, and slight of figure.

Cynthia found herself wondering what roles these two enjoyed, when the question was answered for her as John, noticing her red robe, glanced at June. At her almost imperceptible nod he turned to his new acquaintance and softly directed position one to Cynthia, pointing to a couch beside the bar. By now Cynthia was well aware of the interplay among the various members and knew what was expected. She slowly but without hesitation unfastened the clasp holding the robe closed at her neck and let it drop. Enjoying the unabashed gazes of the four people around her, she proceeded to the couch, reclining on her back and pulling her legs up and back, exposed herself as much as she possibly could.

Even though she had found herself distracted and aroused at the sight of Eric restrained and exposed, this appealed to her submissive side. And for that side of her this was a new and incredible rush. She knew as the others glanced at her that as she lay there in what June had affectionately called the diaper position, every part of her was open and on display. No lover in the privacy of a bedroom had ever seen her like this. Now everyone that walked by was invited to her display.

And of course her first impression of John had been correct. He reveled in imposing control and humiliation, and followed with the order to spread. Cynthia was heading into her own little world of submission and almost eagerly reached down, taking the fingers of both hands, spread the lips of her pussy as far as she could, then pulled a little more. She knew that every minute detail of her vulva was open and on display. She felt the cool breeze of the air conditioning on her tender inner membranes, and knew that the others watching her could see the tiny drops of lubricant beginning to collect and could smell her arousal.

Sheila took the liberty of stroking the offered treasure. Then she held up her fingers, displaying the wetness, before touching them to Cynthia’s mouth. Cynthia knew what was expected and craved it. She eagerly sucked and licked the preferred digits, tasting her own arousal while at the same time demonstrating the availability of her mouth.

“Love, one day you are going to learn to ask permission,” John said, almost casually to his wife. “Go and fetch me the quirt” he ordered. Cynthia watched her start for a second but then Sheila’s arousal was apparent as her breath quickened and she left the group. Not having been released, Cynthia remained in her position one, even as others came and left the bar, glancing at the exposed pussy and ass of the woman presenting herself.

When Sheila returned, John pointed to the floor and told her simply “position two.” Sheila presented her husband with a short leather whip that split at the end into two short tails, each ending in a knot of leather. She started to unbutton her blouse but John stopped her – “just the shorts and panties dear. This won’t take all that long.”

Cynthia watched as her new acquaintance quickly slipped out of her shorts, then peeled her panties down, standing before the other three for a moment naked from the waist down, fully clothed from the waist up.

She obediently got down on all fours, her hindquarters angled toward Cynthia who could easily see the woman’s charms through her own widely spread legs. She knew she was getting wetter. She could feel her sex begin to swell and throb and need. Sheila presented a truly erotic sight.