Thanks to my Dad, who took our family on regular trips to rural towns, I had already covered every inch of the island coast and much of the interior by the time I was 12. Accompanying those trips was studied narrative on Jamaican folklore and its rich history.
Jackie loved the folklore and country style food, I took her to interior waterfalls that lead to deep pristine pools where there was hardly any human trace or disturbance, we fished and caught craw fish in from water so clear and sweet that you could would believe it was a flavored pop. Wild grunts co-mingled with the occasional chirp or hoot of a bird, as we made love in the outdoors with nary a soul in sight.
Wanting to know more about me, my ancestry and the reason I was black with green eyes, I took her to a small town in Discovery Bay, appropriately named, for the landing of Christopher Columbus and the Spaniards. In a small area was a grave site which bore my ancestral surname and to which the original plantation belonged. My lineage along with many others could be traced to the loins of this very prolific man with a penchant for black women who amply rewarded those who served his purpose.
Returning home that night we saw the ghostly shape of an old Plantation house, Jackie had passed it several times but tonight beneath the glow of a full moon it held her fascination. "What is that house"? she asked, it's called the Rose Hall Great House, and the former residence of Annie Palmer. The eerily lit house beckoned and she asked for a closer look, I advised that it is rumored to be haunted to this day and that few Jamaicans would venture there at night.
Intrigued, she insisted that I ride closer, I dismounted and lifted the gate that barred our passage and together we rode into the courtyard.
The place was abandoned, the local workers all left before sunset for fear of being caught alone in the dark in what was indeed a very scary place. Shadows moved and voices could be heard but I rationalized it as the wind and the movement of the trees. Turning 180 degrees I pointed out three tall coconut trees and another one slightly off to the side, folklore claims that they were markers for Annie's first three husbands, all had met untimely deaths, there was much speculation as the fourth tree and its significance, however.
Promising to return with her another time, we mounted and rode home, on arrival she pumped me for hours on everything I knew about Annie, I told her what I knew from the slave legends, which bore stark contrast to the novel titled "The White Witch Of Rose Hall" sanitized for European sensibilities yet I was objective enough to bring her a copy so she could determine for herself.
A week or so later I took her on a surprise tour of the Great House, we toured the Master bedroom where Annie was rumored to have been killed, the cellars were dark and cold, chains were still attached to the wall along with many bullwhips of varying thicknesses, used in the appropriation of punishment, which Annie meted out with sadistic energy.
Jackie remained conspicuously quiet during the rest of the tour and only became animated again as the tour guide, told her story. She recounted Annie's late night rides in search of black lovers, which would one day lead to her demise. One night she crossed paths with a handsome buck, shirtless and muscled with sweat glistening in the moonlight, he was running either to or from a visit to his girlfriend. The story is vague as to what transpired but in venomous rage at being rejected Annie summoned the girlfriend and had her tortured and branded her inner thigh with the initials AP as a reminder to all future lovers.
Shortly after our tour Jackie had to fly to Chicago on business, we said goodbye and during the interim I tooled around seeking a distraction.
I headed to my old haunts, and the next evening at the squash courts I met a very interesting blond, she was hot, great legs, her perky nipples that strained through the thin halter that she wore.
I made my move and for the next day or so I was showing her different contortion moves as I fucked her supple body. She gave great head, as soon as we arrived at a secluded beach or woods she would whip my cock out and begin to suck me off.
Sitting at the bar stroking my cock, her fingers traced and outlined the ever growing cock head, as it bulged through my tight jeans. We were kissing and carrying on when I looked over and to my surprise there was Jackie.
Caught and with nowhere to go, I maintained my calm as I watched her wheel around and head out the door. She knew I would follow ...but I had little idea what was in store for me.
Reluctantly I extricated myself from the blond "I'll be back soon I have to take care of something" I promised.
"How could she have come back so soon?" Her trips were always at least a week yet here she was only three days later. Rats this was not good!
I arrived at her home about 15 minutes later as I killed the motor I wondered how best to approach the situation. Leaving my helmet hanging on the bike I let myself in with the key. The house was quiet, and the thud of my boot heels seemed to echo everywhere.
Instinctively I stopped by the kitchen to grab a brew, maybe calm myself a bit, however the note posted on the fridge said "DON'T!" "Strip and come directly to the study".
I chuckled, more from nervousness than humor in how well she knew me and my habits, in fact I was calmer now, thinking she would fuck me hard and get her anger out.
Entering the room I noticed her stylish figure, yet she was oddly dressed, in frills and a dress from the 1700's, her corset and bustier served to enhance her very beautiful body, I would have worshiped her without any prompting yet she had something different in mind.
Beautiful! I exclaimed, I like it, but why are you dressed like this; her dress starkly resembled the painting of the one Annie wore. She said she had ordered it as a surprise, again I laughed which just pissed her off.
"On your knees!" she commanded and removed a pair of handcuffs from the desk draw, not wanting to dig myself a deeper hole I acquiesced, with my hands firmly shackled she put me in leg irons with a spreader bar, then leading me over to a huge mahogany chest of draws she lay me over and attached my hands to its feet while continuing to do the same with my legs.
I lay totally immobilized while she walked around admiring her handy work, reaching around she squeezed my balls tightly, "You cannot be trusted" she said "I had planned this as a little role play but now I am determined, and you would agree, with just cause to teach you a lesson.
Pleadingly I asked her to allow me to make it up to her "-Oh you will" she laughed and the caustic sound of her voice made me quiver.
I have always been dominant except with Jackie, being bigger, faster and stronger than her, except in swimming.