The shower was hot and refreshing. I had no trouble finding the purple room. The door itself was a deep purple. A key in the lock said that the door could be locked but a turn of the handle showed that it wasn't currently. I removed the key as I shut the door and put it on the dresser. The room was sparse but lovely. The bed was a King and on one wall was a set of mirrors, which rolled aside at my touch to reveal wardrobe. hanging on a rail was a purple robe and a towel. There was a set of drawers. I opened them to find not my clothes as expected but a range of toys, lubricants, cleaners, leather thongs, handcuffs of various styles, strap-on harnesses of beautiful design and some accessories I didn't recognize. I stood staring at the contents of the drawer. surprised but also pleased. Some things I had guessed about The Farm would appear to be accurate. I opened another drawer to find a range of dildo's and vibrators, cock sleeves, masturbators, batteries of all sizes, butt plugs, tails. There were prostate massagers, and any number of vibrating things. I felt my cock getting hard in my pants and then realised that I hadn't showered and I was due at the orientation in less than 10 minutes. I closed the drawer and grabbed the towel. I undressed and threw my clothes on the bed before going into the bathroom to shower.

Now, having showered and come back into the room I couldn't find my clothes. They were no longer on the bed. I couldn't see my bag although my toiletries were in the bathroom. All I had was the wet towel and the deep purple robe. The clock on the wall said 3.58, so I put on the robe and walked to the door. Opening it and peering out into the hall I saw a couple of people in different coloured robes, they were walking to the stairs. I shrugged my shoulders and followed them. Closing the door behind me I figured that it would all make sense at the orientation.

We arrived downstairs as maybe fifteen people were gathering at the doors my guide had indicated. As I took the last step the doors opened and we were ushered into the room. The fireplace at the far end made the room comfortable, which was just as well as all the guests were in robes, each robe a different colour. The seating was all armchairs of a variety of styles, no two the same, but rather than make the room feel disjointed the effect was one of calculated design.

As we moved to the chairs I glanced back at the doors to see that the person who had opened it for us. The second thing I noticed was that this person was completely naked. Did I notice that when we first walked in and the door was opened? Had I been in a position to see? I couldn't remember. The first thing I noticed was now beginning to rise to the attention it was getting from not just me but a couple of the late coming guests. Our door attending host was a shemale. Not only that but very attractive. The cock between her (?) legs was now fully hard and about 6 inches long with a beautiful circumcised head. Not as thick as my cock but very proportioned to its length.

Realising i was staring at her groin, I looked up and smiled into her face. It was an open smile as I was genuinely happy to see a differently gendered person here. Returning my smile she stared meaningfully at my groin, hidden as it was behind the dressing gown. Unbidden, I opened my gown to show her mine. Her smile broadened and she nodded and walked to take a seat.

By the time I had reached the chairs, everyone was seated. there were seixteen guests including myself. We made quite a coloured rainbow as we lounged around the room. On top of we sixteen were six other people. Staff maybe, all naked, three shemales and three women. My guide wasn't among them I noticed with a pang of regret. (smitten so soon?)

There was a gentle smattering of subdued conversation, from which I could gather that we all had similar experiences. We had a shower to find that our clothing had been removed. No-one knew why and the six staff weren't saying. Before we could grow restless another door opened and three people entered. They too were naked. Two men and one shemale. The men were middle aged, well toned bodies, one was completely hairless from head to toe, the other had hair everywhere except his groin. I thought they made an odd couple standing there, an interesting contrast but it would have been a better look I think if the shemale was between them to balance them out. She however was stunning and as I played my eyes over her curves I realised that she was my guide from earlier in the day. I was shocked to realise that I had never thought as I admired her body and engaged in conversation with her on our tour that she had a cock as well as those lovely breasts. Wow! I was beginning to get aroused and tried to adjust my position under my dressing gown which was struggling to contain my hardening cock.

The bald man spoke to us:

"Welcome again to The Farm. Most of you will have been welcomed by one or other of the staff. I hope that you have found your rooms to your satisfaction, with maybe a couple of surprises and exceptions." He smiled, a genuine happy smile, completely unforced. I looked around the room to see a few people nodding and smiling at his comments. I thought back to my discoveries in my drawers and wondered if each room was the same or if there were different goodies in each room. If there were, how was it decided what to put in each room? How much did they know about us?

"We don't really have much use for names around here, as you might have realised. You are who you are and your name is just a label given to you, maybe somewhat arbitrarily many years ago. Or not so many maybe. in the case of some." I looked where he was looking and there were two young men no more than 20 yrs old.

"Labels, we find, come in all shapes and sizes and often they do us a dis-service so we attempt to avoid them. In this place, for this week, we encourage you to let go of the labels in your life. You are not your career, you are not your name and you are certainly not your sex, religion or colour. I am sure that you will find ways of differentiating and communicating with each other. If you wish to use names that is up to you. Please be aware that just because you choose to use your name doesn't necessarily mean that the same applies to everyone else so be aware and kind to those around you and respect everyone's right to choose and you will have a great week."

"In a moment we will hand out a questionnaire for you to complete. These will help us to provide you with the best possible experience during your stay at The Farm. The questions are of a personal nature as I am sure most of you will have guessed. Be as honest as you can and you will get the most out of the week."

" I know there are many questions, most of them will be covered over the next hour or so others you may find just become unimportant as you complete the orientation process. So if you could hold as many questions as you can until we are finished it will probably be easier for us all."

"Where are our clothes?" One of the young men asked a bit petulantly.

"Your clothes are being washed for you." It was my guide who answered.

"If, after tonight you decide that you want to wear them, then of course you may collect them from the laundry after lunch tomorrow, where they will have been washed and folded for you." She looked around the room running her gaze over everyone briefly.

"Clothes however can also be part of the labels you have for your self. If you want to change that you can. You can wear anything you like this week or nothing at all if it pleases you. There are no dress codes, no standards other than what you yourself apply. As we said in our initial communications with you, we will provide all you need for your stay. This includes clothing of all types. We have two seamstresses on-site, with particular skills in all types of materials and a well stocked supply room of fabrics,. Not to mention an entire wardrobe house behind the main house where you can take anything off the rack and wear it anytime you wish." She paused and looked to the two gentlemen who had come in with her and nodded.

"I am however starting to go into areas that we will discuss during the hour ahead so if you please, you will be happy to now complete the questionnaires we spoke of and we will continue. All will be answered I promise". This last was said to me I felt as she looked to where I was sitting and smiled. As she was finishing up the six other staff had handed out the questionnaires and pens.

So, I thought as I opened the paper in my lap, How personal?

Q1) Do you prefer to be referred to by any gender specific term?

Q2)Do you consider yourself to be sexually adventurous?

Q3) Do you consider yourself to be a voyeur?

Q4) Favourite sex position?

Q4a) What sex act would you like to do which you haven't yet done in your life to date?

Q5) Do you enjoy multiple partners at one time?

Q6) In a non-judgmental, truly free space would you consent to the following, (circle all that apply):

Anal sex, Rimming, Anal fisting, vaginal fisting, oral sex, spanking, dogging, public sex, bondage, anal insertions, vaginal insertions, give sexual pleasure to an animal, receive sexual pleasure from an animal, pegging, male male interactions, female female interactions, Any other gender that you might associate with,( please list for us), orgiastic play, cum swapping, cum play, bukkake, ......

The list went on, as did the questionnaire. There were some activities that I hadn't heard of. Some of the guests were writing, some were just staring at the paper. I had read half of the front page when I figured I would just start answering and go with the process.

"We will not be sharing these papers with the other guests. If you however wish to discuss your answers please do so. Again remember that your desire to discuss your answers doesn't mean that others will feel likewise. Everyone finds their own pace here and that is how it should be." The bald man started.

"Has anyone answered down to number 4a yet?", he continued looking around the room.

One of the girls sitting next to me raised her hand. "I have."

The haired man walked over to her and looked over her shoulder and she showed him her written answer. He smiled and nodded. Squatting down, he spoke quietly to her for a little while and then asked her a question, to which she nodded. He stood up and offered his hand to her. She turned and left her paper on her chair next to me, before turning back to follow the man out the door which he had originally come through.

"The Farm exists to give people the space and opportunity to experience life in a way that is generally not possible or acceptable outside in general society. Your time here can be filled with wonder and fun." As if on cue there was a squeal of delight from behind the door, followed by a moan of such deep satisfaction that it was hard to concentrate.

"As one of you has just found out, the sooner you open yourself to that possibility the more you will get out of the week."

The door opened and the two walked back in, both smiling with satisfaction. She with more of a twinkle in her eye. She walked back slowly to her chair and sat down. (rather gingerly i thought) She turned to see me looking at her and grinned. She held her paper out to me to see her written answer to Q4a. It simply said "Anal". She grinned at me as she crossed it out and wrote 'sucking a dog cock". Happily she went back to the rest of the questions.

"So by now has anyone else answered Q4a?" Three more hands shot up and one hand cautiously probed the air as if a dragon was seated above his chair waiting to bite off his fingers. Staff members went to all four of them and discussions were had, smiles given, questions asked. Two of the guests got up with their host. A third host called over the bald man and more discussion before all three of them left the room. The hesitant hand prober was talking with my guide in very hesitant tones. She was reassuring him of something. Eventually he nodded in agreement and she helped him out of the chair and they walked to the front of the room. Instead of leaving the room however they turned to face the rest of us.

"The sex act in question necessitates participation of the group and so I would like to ask you all if you are willing to participate?"

Everyone was watching the two of them and I was the first to say, "Sure, I would love to help". I was happy to hear a chorus of other agreements and noticed that with each one the guy smiled a bit more until he looked so pleased.

"So I will hand over to our friend and he can tell you his unrequited sex act."

"I have always wanted to wank in public and come on someone watching" He said quickly.

Feeling that I had started the agreement to participate I felt it would be good for the group if I moved first, so I stood up and walked towards him and asked, "Where do you want us to stand, or sit?"

"I think it would be good if you sat on the floor"

So all of us left in the room, came and sat on the floor in a group around this guys feet, including the staff. My guide sat next to me and we were all so close that our knees were touching, our thighs were squashed together. One of the girls was actually kneeling at the front and to one side, almost eager I though. Cool. As we got comfortable he took off his green robe. His cock was already semi hard and as he started to stroke it, one of the guys began to rub his calf muscle. Hand gripping his cock tight his movements became steadily harder. The girl on her knees reached up and cupped his balls and began to massage them, as he increased his tempo and was flicking his wrist up and out as he wanked his 8 inch cock, just inches from our faces. A couple of the others had come back into the room and stood at the back of the sitting group watching as our previously green robed friend approached climax. I could see pre-cum on the tip of his cock, before he let out a moan and with the last dozen or so massive strokes his cum began to spray out of his cock onto the group. As he came he gave one slow stroke as each spray of cum spurted out in an arc over the group, as he had slowed down at the point of ejaculation, he was able to roughly direct his cum and one whole rope of it went right into the face of the girl on her knees, she laughed and began licking her lips to catch it. Another rope shot over my head to squeals of pleasure behind me, I felt warm cum dripping down my cheek as the last bit of that rope fell. His last spray of cum went nearly straight up in the air as his knees were collapsing in pleasure, the girl on her knees lent forwards and pushed her breasts out and up to catch as much of it as she could before massaging it into her chest and belly.

"Thank you" He said from the floor. that was wonderful. I reached up to wipe off the cum on my cheek when my guide said, "here let me." and with that licked all the cum off my cheek and as it turned out my ear as well.

Slowly we got to our feet and found our chairs. The rest of the group were all back now. Every one of them looked happy and pleased to varying degrees. Some also crossed out previous answer 4a and wrote something else. I looked at my own answer and wondered if I should change it or add anything. It was as if he read my mind as the bald man addressed the group again.

"Some of you might be thinking of changing your answers and I encourage you not to do so. The original answer was freely given, if you change it now that you have an idea that it will come to pass if you want it to, then you are editing yourself. When we edit ourselves it is often due to fear of something. There is nothing to fear here except maybe a lack of belief in yourself that will hold you back."

"But that's OK because we believe in you. That is why you were invited. We believe you are capable of getting the most out of this weekend."

I left my answer as it was and continued with the questions. as the hour wore on we were told about meals, toilets showers, amenities in general. We were told more about the "entertainments" and now realised that we were encouraged to explore our desires in public as much as possible. the idea being that closed private rooms are a stifling societal convention and not conducive to the free flow of eroticism. Here there was no judgement and no recriminations and so if we thought it would be fun then others might to so why not share the experience by letting others watch if they like and maybe even join in or offer suggestions or improvements....

The Farm, was a sex farm and I was here for a week.