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 gigantic. 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 gigantic 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 numerous 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 gorgeous 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 gigantic 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 sort of torturous medical room in an old asylum or something. It was very eerie in a very kinky way.

The next room Sue showed us had a medieval theme. It had two cells with iron bars, a gigantic wooden desk and wooden bdsm furniture. I saw a pillory, a T-cross, some kind of rack and a wooden horse. Sue let us look around and waited patiently for us to take it all in.

“I have two more rooms that aren’t quite finished yet,” she said. “I like changing their themes every now and then so usually one or two rooms are under construction.”

We followed her back to the corridor.

“This is the sub room,” Sue said as she opened the door to the next room. It looked like a sitting room with simple furniture. It had a little kitchenette with a large fridge and a winding iron stairway leading upstairs.

“Those rooms are all full of clothing,” Sue said, gesturing to three other doors in the corridor. Then she briefly showed us a small commercial kitchen before leading us up a staircase.

“I have room for about 25 guests here,” she said. “The rooms are basically all the same, so I’ll just show you one.”

The room she showed us was fairly big, about the size of a large hotel room. The sloped ceiling had a dormer window in it. It had it’s own bathroom with a tub, a small table with two nice chairs, a sofa and a gigantic canopy bed with gigantic wooden pillars that had steel rings on them. There was another human cage in the corner.

“This one has a cage in it, but every room is equipped with different bdsm furniture,” Sue explained.

Next, she showed us a sparsely decorated room with 4 bunkbeds. It had a winding stairway running down and a door leading to a large bathroom with enclosed toilets and open showers.

“This is the sub dormitory, it’s connected to the sub room downstairs,” Sue said, concluding the tour of the upper floor of the barn.

As she led us back down again, using yet another staircase this time, I realized this whole barn was just one very exclusive, big, kinky sex hotel. I had never seen anything like that in my whole life. I at all times wondered sex clubs would be something sleezy but this barn was so high end and classy it changed that whole perspective.

“What kind of people come here?” I asked, still a little flabbergasted by what I was seeing.

“Mostly just friends,” Sue said. “It may look large and grand, but to me it’s still part of my home. It’s sacred to me, it’s John’s Soul. So I don’t just invite anyone here to play, unless I know them or people I really trust know them well.”

“I feel truly honored that you’re showing it to us,” Patty said, sounding very sincere.

“Well, we chatted a lot and I have met the two of you. You two seem to be taking your first steps into the world of bdsm and kink and I like to support people that are starting out a little. Kink is fun, but it can be scary, or even downright dangerous if you hang out with the wrong people. So I guess that’s why I invited you, so you can have a look around and we all can get to know each other better, so you will have a place to turn if you run into any kind of trouble.”

I felt really impressed with this lady and her little kinky kingdom. And I felt flattered that she wanted to keep an eye on us and keep us safe.

“You said you teach classes, right?” I asked her.

“Yes, sometimes I do, but lately I hardly have the time for that,” Sue said. “Work has been really busy and I’ve been abroad a lot, but when I have the time I like organizing different kind of RACK workshops.”

“What kind of work do you do?” Patty asked.

“I’m in international real estate, mostly commercial buildings for large internationals and hotels. Sometimes houses for the rich.”

I suddenly understood how she could afford all of this.

“What is RACK?” I asked, still curious about her workshops.

“Risk-Aware and Consensual Kink,” she said. Then she glanced at us, raising an eyebrow. “If you guys don’t know about that, you should really look it up.”

“We certainly will,” Patty said as we exited the barn.

When we entered the house again, Sue stuck her head into the kitchen and asked Eve: “Can you serve lunch in 30 minutes?”

“Yes, of course,” Eve responded.

“And can you check with Rick if the two of you would mind wearing sexy formal wear?”

“Sure, I’m okay with it and I guess he will be too, but I’ll check. We’ll need 15 minutes extra though. Anything special?”

“No, you guys choose,” Sue replied, “but make it match a little, okay? We’ll be ready for lunch in 45 minutes then.”

We sat in the living room and chatted. Sue told us some more about her husband and showed us the picture on the mantlepiece of them.

Then Patty and I told her a little about how we became friends and how ended up playing together. Patty’s eyes twinkled as she told Sue about how she ordered a hand made cuff set with a collar that had Patty’s Perv on it and showed Sue the picture she took of me after collaring me.

“Patty’s Perv?” Sue asked, smiling. “That has a nice ring to it. How did you come up with that?”

“Well, I call him Perv a lot. It started out because at first I truly thought he was a little perverted for liking the things he sometimes told me about. But by playing with him and seeing him do things and seeing how he reacted, I came to see those things were actually very sexy, brave and cool. And pretty hot too. It changed my views completely. And now I’m basically a bit of a perv myself.” She chuckled and then turned to me. While grinning and waving her finger at me, she said very clearly: “And you just forget that I said that! And don’t you dare call me a perv, alright? I am Patty and you are the Perv, understood?”

I suppressed a laugh and said: “Yes Patty.”

Sue chuckled.

“Or maybe I should call you Pervy Patty, so I can be Pervy Patty’s Perv.”

Sue and Patty burst into laughter. And just then a little bell rang.

“Oh, that’s the kids indicating they’re ready to serve us lunch,” Sue said. “So, would you please join me?”

We got up and followed her to the small dining room. It had large windows facing a very large oak tree.

“I usually don’t do things this formal,” Sue explained as we sat down at a nicely set table, “but with you guys visiting me I thought it would be fun to add a little spice to our lunch.”

And right then Eve walked in, carrying two bowls of soup. My jaw dropped when I saw her. She was wearing a black latex bustier that supported, but not covered, her B size boobs. I saw them move as she walked towards us. She had pretty rings through her light colored, puffy nipples. When my eyes traced down her body, I saw she had on black latex garter belts without any stockings. Instead she wore thigh high latex boots. She wasn’t wearing any underwear. Her smooth pussy was right there. I could even see a little bit of the ring of her clit piercing. I wasn’t used at seeing naked girls for real at all and I almost dropped off my chair.

Eve looked amazing. She smiled, probably at my dumbfounded facial expression, and walked straight up to me, looking me straight in the eyes with her piercing blue eyes. She stopped right next to me, bend down a little and put a hot bowl of soup on the table in front of me. I could feel her warmth and smell her scent as she stood next to me and my heart went in overdrive while my cock grew in my cage.

Eve winked at me and then put the other bowl in front of Sue, who said: “Thank you dear. You look nice.”

I looked up at Patty and noticed she had a similar look on her face as I just had. She was looking in the direction of the kitchen. I followed her gaze and saw Rick come in. He wore a black latex bow tie and he was shirtless, showing his broad, muscular and smooth chest. He wore black latex decorative cuffs around his wrists and ankles and had on a black latex boxer with a big bulge.

I looked at Patty again. It was funny to see the expression of awe on her face and it made me chuckle softly. She was actually blushing a little when she watched Rick walk towards her and put her bowl of soup in front of her.

Sue was grinning widely as she was genuinely amused by our reactions to her subs wearing ‘sexy formal wear’.

Eve and Rick walked back to the kitchen door, but instead of going through it, as I was expecting, they knelt next to it, taking on what I now know to be the tower pose. They both looked amazing, and they really came across as if they really knew what they were doing. As if they were trained.

“Bon appétit,” Sue said. I quickly returned my attention to the table and tasted the soup. It was really wonderful. Sue told us that almost all of their vegetables came from their own vegetable garden, that was mostly maintained by Rick.

“So, what kind of play are you two into?” Sue asked as we ate our soup.

“Well, mostly I like to boss him around a little,” Patty answered. “He wears a chastity cage and I keep the keys to it. I love controlling him by his cage and not letting him even shower without it unless I supervise him. And I like to humiliate him, I guess. Lately I’ve been teaching him to eat cum and he really thinks that’s gross. Also, we recently tried using a strap on on him. I love that strap on and fucking him makes me feel powerful.” We smiled at each other and I guess we both wondered about our most recent pegging that made me cum.