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The Farm

The Farm part 1.

"Welcome to the farm." She said as I got out of the car. Simple greeting, innocent enough, but from what I had been lead to believe from bits and pieces of information picked up from here and there, the words held so much more than just welcome.

She was attractive. Medium height, her light brown hair fell around her shoulders, so fine that the gentle wind, which was cooling the summer heat, blew it around so that it looked as if she was surrounded by a soft halo. She wore a flowing denim skirt which caressed the tops of her knee high boots, and a blouse which billowed in the wind to reveal tantalising glimpses of the dark tanned skin of her breasts.

As I admired her body, she waved to the car.

"We will have your things taken to your room. There is an orientation at 4.00, but since you are early I can show you around on the way to the house and answer any initial questions that you might have."

There was a smile at that last statement as if she knew at once that there would be questions and many of them no doubt. The Farm, (always spoken as if the capitals wouldn't dare not to be there) was a place of which, it was hard to find out much about. Mentioned quietly and without fanfare by certain people, certain types of people I suppose. People who you always felt, had more to them than met the eye. You had to listen carefully to what was said and I think I learnt more about the place from what wasn't said than what was. For a start no-one ever said where The Farm was. Implying a sort of secrecy of purpose. No-one mentioned any way of contact. It seemed you were invited to attend. I myself was invited by a text message from an unlisted number, but never the less written in a style that seemed to suggest that the author knew me. Not only knew me, but seemed to know that I would be pleased to attend The Farm for a "week of fun and relaxation, in a country setting away from the rigors of daily life and the stifling attitudes of society." Even now as I walked beside this woman, who I now realised, hadn't asked me my name nor offered hers, I had no idea where the invitation had come from or from whom. Yet here I was. One bag, with a change of clothes and my toiletries.

When I had replied to the text to make inquiries as to when this week might be, the reply had been odd. Almost as odd as the fact that I hadn't asked any of the obvious questions. "Who are you? Where did you get my number? Why do you think I would be pleased to attend? How much is it going to cost..." and a dozen others were ignored by my feeling that I was ready for a week away and if this place thought I would be pleased to attend then maybe I would be. The odd reply I got was that the week was in two weeks time, I would be picked up at the Railway station at Moonee Moonee, Monday the 12th at 11am. I would be pleased to travel light, one bag only as all my needs would be provided for.

My guide had led us to a small barn which opened at one end into a fenced yard. There were seats and shade and it was obvious that people could, and often did sit around the fence to observe. Observe what I had no idea. The door to the barn was open and inside we could see a number of stalls with water troughs and feed racks. there were seats in here to as well as benches and all sorts of tack on the walls. I have spent some time around horses and recognised a lot of the tack but some was so strange that I had no idea to what purpose it could be used. Pony's maybe, some was too small for a horse, that's for sure. Some of the benches were padded and some had metal rings arranged around the sides.

"This is the Arena." she said.

"Many of the animals can be found here most days. You are free to enjoy them at your pleasure."

"Do you have riding gear we can use?" I hadn't seen any saddles in the barn or bridles

"No, we don't have any riding gear but we have everything you might need to fully enjoy your experience with all the animals not just the horses" Again her smile suggested that there was no question that I would not find their gear lacking in anyway.

Before I could ask what other animals they had, she had moved away from the barn and was walking towards a round building which was two stories high. As we walked past the end of the barn, my unasked question answered itself partly. There was a low hill behind the barn and in the fields were dozens of animals. Sheep and Lambs grazed quietly in a corner while a group of about six foals were chasing each other through the short grass as their mothers seemed to ignore them. Three great stallions were at the far end of the field with ponies wandering through their legs and generally getting in the way. There were calves lying down, pigs sleeping, some goats and kids. It seemed that all the animals were represented by young as well as adult.

We got to the round building and before she opened the door she acknowledged my observation of the fields, with the livestock,

"All the animals are very friendly. Even the young ones whose first season it is on The Farm, seem to realise that they will be well looked after. I am sure you will enjoy them."

"This is the auditorium. Every day there will be entertainment here." She said as she opened the doors for me to enter before her.

The auditorium was a series of zones I suppose you'd call them. Each zone had a central something, be it a platform or a table, a bed. One of them had a structure in the middle which looked like a giant X. It was covered with metal rings, leather thongs, and some chain. Next to it was a table. A black velvet cloth hid whatever objects were on the table so i couldn't tell what they were. Looking at the attachments on the X, I had a fair idea about what some of them might be. I smiled. Each zone had a seating area of some sort. It was clear to me that the entertainment could be viewed at close quarters by maybe a dozen people at each zone. As my gaze roamed the room I saw that the upper part of the building was a balcony and series of walkways. These would allow people to observe the entertainment from above.

As my eyes returned to the lower level my guide was looking at me with a smile on her face. In fact she had seemed to be in a constant state of happiness since I got out of the car. It was a lovely smile, saying more than, "I am happy" and almost seeing to indicate that it was happy just for me.

"I hope you will take part in the entertainments." She looked me up and down slowly, not hiding her approval at what she saw.

"What type of entertainments should I expect? Do you entertain?" I had a fair idea and wanted to see what her response was.

"To the last, first. Yes i do entertain, every day. Although not always in here. We have private rooms too in the main building and I do love the barn. Then again sometimes it is nice to just be out in the sun." Her eyes had taken on a faraway look and I could see she was thinking about past entertainments.

"To the first, the entertainments are generally what the guests feel like. Since we create an environment of acceptance from the moment you are inducted, we find that everyone is very open and playful when it comes to the entertainments"

She looked at her watch. "We should be getting to the house for the orientation, you will be pleased to shower and freshen up before hand I think."

There it was again. The terminology about being pleased. I felt odd that I did indeed feel pleased. I felt pleased to attend. I felt pleased to travel light, i felt pleased to follow my guide on our little tour and now as I looked at her back as she walked towards the house I felt that, Yes I would be pleased to shower and freshen up. I found myself hoping that she would be at the orientation as well. I took the opportunity to enjoy the shape of her arse as she walked away from me. In the short walk to the house, she didn't turn once, assuming I suppose that I would follow and not concerned that I was not walking beside her as I had been during the tour. I must have been day dreaming (or fantasizing) as I tripped suddenly on the first step to the house.

"Careful, watch your step not the scenery or you might hurt yourself. Are you ok?" She reached down to help me gain my balance. Did she know which scenery I was looking at?

Satisfied I was OK, she turned and walked up the steps with rather more hip movement than before and a casual hand running down her hip and over the outside of her thigh as she turned to look at me, told me that she was quite aware of what scenery I was admiring.

"You are in the purple room upstairs to the left. Orientation is through those doors in about 15 minutes." Another happy smile and she was gone.

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