The house smelled like freshly baked apple pie, I noticed immediately as soon as Sue let us in. After an almost two hour drive, which had been exhausting due to a few severe downpours, we had arrived at the fairytale like house that lay secluded behind luscious bushes and trees. The house was made of natural stone and it seemed to have two stories and a large sloped roof. There was a large field of grass with some sparce apple trees across the patio and behind the house we could see a large building that looked like a renovated barn.
"Hi, welcome to my humble home," Sue said, smiling broadly, as she let us in. She showed us the coat rack in the hallway and asked us to take off our shoes inside the house.
As we took off our shoes, we heard a cheerful "Hi!" coming from one of the open doors in the hallway. A pretty girl with blue hair and a sternum piercing smiled at us. She was wearing a large apron and was holding a stack of plates. "Would you like some tea and apple pie?" she asked.
Sue smiled. "Patty, Conrad, this is Eve."
"Hi Eve," Patty and I said at the exact same time and then we both happily accepted the offer for tea and apple pie.
Sue led the way into the living, which was modestly decorated with comfortable looking furniture and a brick fireplace. Patty and I sat down on a leather couch and Sue took a seat in a large chair that seemed to be her regular chair according to the two side tables that had stacks of books and a folded laptop on them. The room felt really homey.
Sue smiled friendly. "I'm so happy you are here. I call this little piece of paradise the Farm, although it isn't a real farm of course," she said. "I'll show you around later if you like."
"Yes, we'd love that," Patty replied.
I looked around the room. There was a large picture on the mantlepiece of a handsome man in tuxedo with his arm wrapped over the shoulder of a younger looking Sue. I assumed the man was Sue's late husband.
Eve came in, holding a large tray with the promised tea and pie. She had taken off her apron. She was pretty short and skinny and she was dressed like a goth teen, wearing fishnet stockings below baggy black shorts and a black halter shirt with a Metallica logo on it. Her blue eyes had a cheerful and bright look to them. Although we knew she was 24 years old, her posture and dress made her look like a teen and she looked a little out of place in the rustic atmosphere of the house.
"I hope you like the pie," Eve said as she was serving it out. "I had to hurry baking it, since I didn't have too much time this morning, but I think it turned out well. I used our own apples for it."
"Thanks," I said politely as she handed me a plate with a large piece of the pie that still seemed to be warm.
"Thank you Eve," Sue said. "Have you seen Rick?"
"I think he's finishing up work in the garden," Eve replied. "Should I go get him?"
"No, that's alright, he'll find his way home," Sue said, chuckling softly.
Eve left for the kitchen again. As soon as the door closed behind her, Patty asked: "So, is she one of your subs?"
"Yes, she is," Sue said. "Although if you say it like that it doesn't really cover the nature of our relationship. She's like the daughter I never had. I met her when she was just 16, exploring the scene on her own. I thought she was a little too young and fragile to be throwing herself into the arms of hungry Doms and Dommes, so I kept an eye on her. About a year later her very religious parents kicked her out on the streets when she had her nose pierced, so I offered her a place to stay. And she's still here. I love her dearly, but to answer your question, yes, she is a sub and she's in my care.
And so is Rick," she continued. "I met him three years ago while he was in a really bad place. He was borderline homeless and doing way too much drugs to be able to make his way into life on his own, and since I liked him a lot, not just as a sub, but as the wonderful, bright person he is, I took him under my care as well.
They both work the Farm for me, although they're not obligated to do so. They're free people and can stay or leave as they see fit. But I am happy they take care of this place, since I travel a lot for work and even if I'm here, there is way too much work to be done by myself. So they help out and to thank them for the work they do I let them live here for free and I pay for any education they want. And with success. Eve has a PhD in astrophysics and Rick is a trained medical nurse."
Sue's look of appreciation and pride as she talked about her subs, or friends maybe, was endearing and it made me appreciate this women a lot. She seemed very genuine in her love for Eve and Rick.
"Interesting," Patty replied. "And, if I may ask, do you guys play?"
"Of course you may ask," Sue said, smiling. "Yes, we do, although not all the time of course, that would be really tiresome." She chuckled.
"And if you live here together, are you some kind of couple?" Patty asked, still really curious about their mutual relations.
"Well, we do live in this house together, but we're not some kind of threesome couple," Sue explained. "Rick and Eve have the whole second floor to themselves, having their own rooms there with a separate living room and a small kitchen. I don't even go there usually, it's their domain. And I have a few rooms in a separate wing on the first floor that make up my own personal quarters where they usually don't go. But we do live together, we eat together most of the time and we do things together. So it really is more like we are a family."
We heard movement in the hallway and a second later a handsome guy with dark features came in, wearing blue coveralls with black stains on the knees from kneeling in the soil. He looked to be of Persian descent maybe, having black hair and caramel colored skin, but what stook out most was his smile, cheerful eyes and his charisma. He was one of those people you can feel entering a room.
"Rick, you know better. No coveralls in the house," Sue said as she smiled at him.
"Of course," he said. "I'll go change in a second, I just wanted to greet our guests first." He walked right up to Patty and in a very theatrical way he took her hand, made a bow and gently kissed the back of her hand, saying: "Hello fair Lady, my name is Rick."
"Oh, I like him," Patty said giggly. "Hi, I'm Patty." I could see her attraction to him in her eyes and his greeting genuinely amused her.
Then he stepped towards me and politely shook my hand. "Hello Sir, it's a pleasure to meet you."
I chuckled while smiling at his fun loving eyes. "I'm Conrad, but in no means a Sir," I said, grinning.
"To me, everyone is a Sir or a Lady," he said jokingly. "But now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go change before Lady Sue here has a rolling fit over my outfit."
Sue laughed and Patty plain out stared at him as he left the room again.
"Well, he's definitely cute," Patty stated dryly. She looked as if she would break into sweat and it made me laugh.
After Rick left, Sue gave us a brief tour of the house. There wasn't much to see in the house itself for us guests since the whole second floor was off limits because Rick and Eve lived there and half of the first floor was Sue's personal domain, leaving just the living, a small dining room and a large rural kitchen for us to see.
There still was enough to see though, we realized when Sue led us outside and took us to the barn.
We were about to enter through a small door when I noticed a wooden sign above it, stating "John's Soul". When I asked about it, Sue told us her late husband John started rebuilding and remodeling the old barn when they moved here. They had bought the property mostly because of the barn being on it. After he died, Sue finished the work he started. She pointed out a similar sign above the entrance of the house that read "John's Heart".
"This Farm was his heart and soul," Sue said with sad, loving eyes. "So I wanted to remember him and thank him for it, that's why I chose the names."
We could feel her grief for a minute and just waited silently for a few seconds. The signs really made an impression on me, as well as Sue's love for her late husband.
We entered the barn into a small hallway with a couple of doors that lead to toilets, judging by the men and women signs on them. Then we entered the main room through another small door.
The room was huge. An amazing looking oak floor stretched out over the whole surface of the room. It had a fairly high but flat beamed ceiling that made me think there was an upper floor in this large barn as well.
There were two sitting areas with large, leather couches and chairs, one with a huge fireplace that was big enough to roast a whole boar in it, and the other one with the biggest flatscreen I've ever seen. The walls had dark wooden paneling on them and several bookcases and glass displays with art and bdsm gear gave the whole room a very well decorated feel. There was an oak bar and an open area that could have been a dance floor, were it not for the bondage table, Andreas cross, bondage rack and various other bdsm furniture standing there. There were winches on the ceiling and large, oak cabinets that probably had all sorts of gear in them.
"Wow," Patty stated as she looked around the room. She seemed to be speechless.
I looked around the room with eyes like saucers. It was beautiful and grand, without giving up on the safe and warm atmosphere. It had a great feel to it. It was clear no expenses had been spared in building and decorating this room.
"Oh my god, this room is amazing," I stammered, still looking around, taking it all in.
"Yes, it's nice, isn't it?" Sue said, smiling dreamingly.
Patty and I slowly walked further into the room, looking around in awe.
"I use it mostly for play parties," Sue said. "Sometimes for classes. Nothing commercial though, it's not a club, it's just my private little play area."
"It's awesome," Patty stammered.
"Come, there is more," Sue said and she led us across the room to a door. Behind it there was a long, straight corridor with several doors on each side. She opened a door to a room on the left.
This room startled me a little. It was a completely tiled room with a genealogists chair in it that had huge brown leather straps on it. There were bags hanging on poles and shelfs with all kinds of scary looking, torturous tools. This room was not set up for beginners in bdsm, that was for sure. There was an open shower in a corner, and an open toilet and bidet. In a corner there were two large cages, one looking like a big dog bench and one sized like a person could stand up straight in it. The whole room looked like some kind of torturous medical room in an old asylum or something. It was very eerie in a very kinky way.
