Mary’s back, forcing her to lie still on the ground.
“Try that again. Nose to the dirt—don’t half-ass it.”
To Brie’s surprise, Mary didn’t argue as she started counting from one again.
Brie looked wide-eyed at Faelan, her mouth agape in sheer disbelief.
Mary looked up. “Hey, stop gawking at my man.”
“But I’ve never seen you so… domesticated. It’s starting to feel a little like Stepford Wives to me.”
Mary hesitated for a second, but Faelan reminded her, “Unless you want to start over, I suggest you continue.”
Mary completed her set and got back up, wiping her hands on her skirt. Instead of verbally flaying Brie, she turned to Faelan. “I…apologize, Faelan.”
“Kiss me,” he ordered.
Mary leaned in to him and they kissed for several long, drawn-out minutes. Normally, Brie would have been irritated watching Blonde Nemesis play tonsil-hockey, but it warmed her heart to see the two so hot for each other.
When Faelan pulled away, he brushed his finger over her lips. “Pedestrian curses only taint this beautiful mouth.”
A smile tugged on Mary’s lips.
“It appears commune life agrees with you, woman,” Brie complimented.
Mary nodded, not taking her eyes off Faelan. “You have no idea.”
“So show me around the place. I want to know what makes it such a transforming setting.”
“Yes, why don’t you take Brie for a tour of the grounds?” Faelan said, grabbing Mary’s chin possessively and kissing her again before letting go.
Mary shuddered in reaction to his impassioned kiss. “Fine, I will.”
Faelan turned his attention back to Brie. “I look forward to hearing what you think of The Sanctuary once you’ve seen all it has to offer.”
The Sanctuary
M ary pointed towards the main lodge building. “That’s where we all live and do most of our play, but let me show you the estate first.”
“You know,” Brie said as they walked, “when you told me you were living at a commune, I had images of log cabins and old hippie types running around. I wasn’t prepared for it to be a high-class resort.”
Mary scoffed. “Just because we’re self-sufficient doesn’t mean we have to live deprived lives.”
“So how do you guys support a place like this? Were you required to invest your own money to join?”
“Hell, no. Master Gannon built it before the stock market crashed in 2001. He used all his investments to build the entire estate. Since our community lives off the grid, each of us is required to help maintain the grounds and make enough to meet the needs of all of the members.”
Brie was impressed. “So how does one become a member?”
“Master Gannon hand-selects the people he wants to populate it. The vetting process is quite lengthy. Not only does the couple have to be experienced kinksters, they have to possess additional skills that can be utilized by the community. We’re all expected to volunteer our time and expertise in order to keep the commune running efficiently.”
“So you’re required to work every day solely to support the commune without getting paid?”
“Our payment is getting to live here.”
“So what specific skills did you and Faelan bring to the community?”
“The commune recently lost their pharmacist, so I was a shoe-in when he left to start a family. As for Faelan, he had his physical brawn and multiple BDSM skills to offer.”
Mary pointed to a huge, wooden barn. “The livestock and horses are kept there. Not only do we breed and train horses, but every morsel of meat we eat is born, raised and butchered on this property.”
She pointed out a huge vegetable garden and orchard, with rolling wheat fields behind it. “Every vegetable, grain and fruit consumed comes from our own garden. It’s empowering to be responsible for every aspect of our lives.”
Brie looked at the snow-covered peaks in the distance. “How does the community support itself through the winter?”
“Nothing is cooked out of season,
“Try that again. Nose to the dirt—don’t half-ass it.”
To Brie’s surprise, Mary didn’t argue as she started counting from one again.
Brie looked wide-eyed at Faelan, her mouth agape in sheer disbelief.
Mary looked up. “Hey, stop gawking at my man.”
“But I’ve never seen you so… domesticated. It’s starting to feel a little like Stepford Wives to me.”
Mary hesitated for a second, but Faelan reminded her, “Unless you want to start over, I suggest you continue.”
Mary completed her set and got back up, wiping her hands on her skirt. Instead of verbally flaying Brie, she turned to Faelan. “I…apologize, Faelan.”
“Kiss me,” he ordered.
Mary leaned in to him and they kissed for several long, drawn-out minutes. Normally, Brie would have been irritated watching Blonde Nemesis play tonsil-hockey, but it warmed her heart to see the two so hot for each other.
When Faelan pulled away, he brushed his finger over her lips. “Pedestrian curses only taint this beautiful mouth.”
A smile tugged on Mary’s lips.
“It appears commune life agrees with you, woman,” Brie complimented.
Mary nodded, not taking her eyes off Faelan. “You have no idea.”
“So show me around the place. I want to know what makes it such a transforming setting.”
“Yes, why don’t you take Brie for a tour of the grounds?” Faelan said, grabbing Mary’s chin possessively and kissing her again before letting go.
Mary shuddered in reaction to his impassioned kiss. “Fine, I will.”
Faelan turned his attention back to Brie. “I look forward to hearing what you think of The Sanctuary once you’ve seen all it has to offer.”
The Sanctuary
M ary pointed towards the main lodge building. “That’s where we all live and do most of our play, but let me show you the estate first.”
“You know,” Brie said as they walked, “when you told me you were living at a commune, I had images of log cabins and old hippie types running around. I wasn’t prepared for it to be a high-class resort.”
Mary scoffed. “Just because we’re self-sufficient doesn’t mean we have to live deprived lives.”
“So how do you guys support a place like this? Were you required to invest your own money to join?”
“Hell, no. Master Gannon built it before the stock market crashed in 2001. He used all his investments to build the entire estate. Since our community lives off the grid, each of us is required to help maintain the grounds and make enough to meet the needs of all of the members.”
Brie was impressed. “So how does one become a member?”
“Master Gannon hand-selects the people he wants to populate it. The vetting process is quite lengthy. Not only does the couple have to be experienced kinksters, they have to possess additional skills that can be utilized by the community. We’re all expected to volunteer our time and expertise in order to keep the commune running efficiently.”
“So you’re required to work every day solely to support the commune without getting paid?”
“Our payment is getting to live here.”
“So what specific skills did you and Faelan bring to the community?”
“The commune recently lost their pharmacist, so I was a shoe-in when he left to start a family. As for Faelan, he had his physical brawn and multiple BDSM skills to offer.”
Mary pointed to a huge, wooden barn. “The livestock and horses are kept there. Not only do we breed and train horses, but every morsel of meat we eat is born, raised and butchered on this property.”
She pointed out a huge vegetable garden and orchard, with rolling wheat fields behind it. “Every vegetable, grain and fruit consumed comes from our own garden. It’s empowering to be responsible for every aspect of our lives.”
Brie looked at the snow-covered peaks in the distance. “How does the community support itself through the winter?”
“Nothing is cooked out of season,
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