A few people have asked me where exactly The Farm (as it appears in
several of my stories) is located. First off, it’s a fictional place so
the answer is essentially nowhere or in my imagination. However...most
of my stories are set is and around the Capital District of New York
(Albany, New York’s state capital for those unfamiliar with the region).
While I don’t have an exact location of The Farm, I do have a general idea of where it is. Below are a couple of photos that play into that mythology.
The Farm doesn’t have any crops growing, but a lot of the neighboring farms do.
Just another typical landscape on the way to The Farm.
This may (or may not) be the actual entrance to The Farm. Note the stone pillars and lack of markings. It’s a private place.
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After realizing she will never have the freedom she was
promised, Lady Jane does what any good consensual slave would in her situation:
she maneuvers those around her to do her bidding. She is happy enough in her
slavery, but wants to do so willingly and the only one who will treat her the
way she deserves—and desires—is Marquissa Gabrielle. It proves easy to win
Gabrielle over to her side…
This is a 10,000 word novella
intended for adult audiences. Part five of five.
Content warning: This story
features graphic sex, BDSM, cheating spouses, gay sex, lesbian sex, bondage and
discipline, group sex, female dominance, female submission, sexual slavery, and
other explicit depictions of adult sexuality. Strong language and adult only
content.
Excerpt:
It was hours later when
Gabrielle returned with Edward in tow. Both were disheveled and not entirely
from riding. “See?” Gabrielle cried when they entered the garden where Jane
remained bound. “I knew she would be waiting for us.” She laughed at her own
joke and Edward chuckled along with her.
Gabrielle walked up to the slave
and gave her a peck on the cheek. “I’m exhausted from Edward,” she whispered in
Jane’s ear. She stepped back. “Would you like to use her?” she asked Edward.
“The pink has faded from her skin, but her body is ready for you.”
“Do you really want to watch me
use your slave?” he asked his paramour.
A kiss was bestowed from
Gabrielle to Edward. “I’d love it. I’d love to watch it.” She rang the bell on
the table summoning a servant. She ordered drinks. “Is there a problem? Do you
need me to get you ready for her?” She carefully removed her leather riding
gloves and sat down as the serving maid appeared with her liquid refreshment.
The maid set down the tray and quickly disappeared. Jane knew the servant was
just on the other side of the hedges, waiting to be called…and perhaps spying
on them. Maybe even enjoying the show that was about to begin.
Edward tossed his gloves down on
the table, picked up a glass, drained half its contents, and started opening up
his poorly buttoned trousers. “I think a little help from you will be needed,”
he said.
The marquissa took a sip from
her glass, wetting her lips, before going to the baron. Jane watched. It was a
scene that had played out before her many times previously, but it still
interested Jane. She wondered what that meant about her...
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After Marquissa Gabrielle reveals the true nature of her
sinful desires to Lady Jane by inflicting her with terrible—and
delightful—pain, Jane finds herself drawn into the intrigue of House
Blancbatton. Gabrielle reveals the depth of her affection for Baron
Rumberford—no great shock since the marquis is a follower of Sebastian—and how
she intends to live her life while married to a man with little interest in
her. Then Jane finds herself as the target of a terrible betrayal…
This is a 10,000 word novella
intended for adult audiences. Part four of five.
Content warning: This story
features graphic sex, BDSM, cheating spouses, gay sex, lesbian sex, bondage and
discipline, group sex, female dominance, female submission, sexual slavery, and
other explicit depictions of adult sexuality. Strong language and adult only
content.
Excerpt:
“You can’t be done already,” the
blond woman told her before Jane could catch her breath and report on what she
had seen.
Jane caught herself about to
curtsey, the same motion servants back in her family’s house would make right
before they apologized for something completely out of their control, but
needed to be reported anyway. The duke didn’t want the slaves to curtsey or bow.
They were property, he always stated, not people and did not need to
participate in the etiquettes of nobility. “No, my lady. I’m not done yet. I
haven’t started. The room is occupied.”
“Occupied?” The marquissa’s face
darkened. “By whom?”
“The marquis, my lady…and Lord
Raymond,” she added.
“I see. They are occupying
themselves?”
“They are as intimate as lovers
as possible.”
The marquissa sighed. “I suppose
I shouldn’t begrudge my husband his pleasures. Find Baron Rumberford, tell him
we’ll need to use his room instead of mine. It took some doing and rushing
about, but Jane made the arrangements and escorted Marquissa Gabrielle up to
the baron’s room. It wasn’t as nice as the marquissa’s nor did it have the
commanding view of the manor’s gardens, but at the moment the marquissa wasn’t
so concerned with such niceties.
The baron’s manservant was just
inside the door and actually announced them as they entered, as if the
marquissa was entering a grand ballroom for a formal dance. “The Marquissa
Gabrielle Dundeain…and property.” With a formal bow to the marquissa and the
baron, the manservant exited backward out the door, closing it behind him.
A little frisson of excitement
traveled up from the base of Jane’s spine. She liked being referred to as property.
Her eyes went to the baron who was waiting at the window. He was tall, handsome
and perfect. The sunlight made his blue eyes sparkle like sapphires and caught
the highlights of his light brown hair turning it golden. There was just a hint
of a dimple in his lantern jaw. Jane felt herself getting wet at just the sight
of him; she wondered what the marquissa was feeling.
“Gabby,” he said turning away
from the window. “We’ve had some trouble already this afternoon.”
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High society aristocrats know how to celebrate a wedding,
especially at the debauched House of Blancbatton. After an unexpected encounter
with Cousin Raymond, Jane helps the bride avail herself to the guests and then
proves her abilities to the duke’s niece, the Marquissa of Rabelais, swiftly
becoming her favorite slave during playtime at the manor house. Luckily for
Jane it’s always playtime at Blancbatton…
This is a 10,000 word novella
intended for adult audiences. Part three of five.
Content warning: This story
features graphic sex, BDSM, cheating spouses, gay sex, lesbian sex, bondage and
discipline, group sex, female dominance, female submission, sexual slavery, and
other explicit depictions of adult sexuality. Strong language and adult only
content.
Excerpt:
“Not here,” he
warned her. “You are just a servant girl working off your debt,” he reminded
her in a soft murmur.
“Sorry,” she
apologized with a half-curtsey. “Is there anything I can get you?”
“Well not
you,” he said with a half-sneer as he took a sip of champagne that had been
uncorked for the celebration. “There’s too much trim here for my taste.”
“Don’t be
crude,” she said automatically.
“My
apologies,” he replied acidly. “But the bride’s husband…” Raymond let his eyes
pass over the good-looking groom who was drinking and watching his wife
“I’m not sure
if I can arrange that.”
“Don’t worry
about it. He’ll tire of her games soon enough. I’m always amused at these
little events. Some of these women are so prim until they are allowed a dose of
freedom and suddenly they have looser morals than the county whore.”
“Raymond!”
He looked down
his nose at her protest. “That’s a little rich for you—a slave girl who can be
used by anyone here—to be pretend to be shocked.”
