Haven Of Obedience (7 page)

AT TEN-THIRTY, OVER
an hour after they’d breakfasted, Simon came and collected Natalie and Heather from the lounge, where they’d been chatting together and surreptitiously eyeing the other guests. ‘Time for the next part of the learning curve, girls,’ he said. ‘I expect you’ve been looking forward to this.’

‘Not particularly,’ said Natalie. ‘I don’t think it’s going to turn me on.’

Simon looked sceptical. ‘How about you, Heather?’

‘I’m not sure,’ confessed the other woman.

‘At least you’re open-minded about it. The trouble with you, Natalie, is that you’re resisting change every step of the way. You don’t seem to realise that you’re the only one who’s going to lose out. It doesn’t matter to me whether you gain anything from your weekends here or not.’

‘Really?’ asked Natalie. ‘I’d have thought it would matter quite a lot to you. After all, you’re famous for never having failed.’

‘There’s no question of passing or failing,’ he said sharply. ‘This isn’t an exam, it’s a self-improvement course. You came here because you wanted to change yourself, and if you leave without doing that, then that’s your personal choice.’

‘So you wouldn’t consider it a failure on your part?’

Simon moved closer to her. ‘If you’re trying to annoy me, don’t,’ he whispered. ‘It’s a very dangerous game to play.’

‘Perhaps I’m getting a taste for dangerous games.’

‘You’re not ready to take me on yet,’ he said softly. ‘You’d be playing out of your league.’

‘Are we going or not?’ asked Heather.

Simon nodded. ‘Yes, we’d better hurry or they’ll have started without us. It isn’t likely, though: Rob prefers the men to have spectators for this particular exercise.’

The room to which Simon took them both was on the ground floor. It was large and, again, plushly carpeted, with three old-fashioned
chaise-longues
, but little else in the way of furniture. Rob, his piercing blue eyes bright, was standing at the side of the room with three girls next to him. In the middle of the room there were three men, all of them completely naked.

‘Are the women tutors?’ Natalie asked Simon.

‘No,’ he said quietly. ‘We don’t employ enough staff for all the activities that we run here. Fortunately most of us have friends, broad-minded ones, naturally, who are more than willing to help Rob out. These three are friends of Marc’s. They take great pleasure in their work here.’

‘What’s going to happen?’ asked Heather.

Rob glanced over at them. ‘Would you all sit down on the floor by the door, please? And I’d be grateful if you didn’t chatter while we’re working. I know that Andrew, Oliver and Sebastian will appreciate having an audience, but I’d rather it was a silent one.’

‘That’s told us,’ muttered Natalie. Rob gave her a sharp warning glance before turning his attention back to the men, still standing naked in the middle of the room. ‘I’d like you to introduce yourselves now,’ he ordered them.

The first one stepped forward. Natalie thought that he was probably about forty. He was of average height, with dark brown hair and designer stubble. He looked a typical macho man, and she could imagine the way he’d behave at parties, grasping women’s elbows, certain they’d be very grateful to receive his manly attentions. ‘I’m Andrew,’ he said, his voice aggressive. ‘I’m managing director for a sales-and-marketing company and the only thing I really dislike is being called Andy.’

The second man stepped forward. He was an entirely different type. Tall, probably a little over six foot, he was quite slim but raw-boned and his light brown hair was tousled and curly, swept back off his face. He looked to be in his mid-thirties and what made him stand out were his large brown eyes, which were quite soft-looking and fringed with extraordinarily long, thick lashes. ‘I’m Oliver, I run my own distribution company and there’s nothing I particularly dislike, except women who try to take control in bed.’

‘By that I take it that you think you always know best,’ commented Rob.

Oliver seemed surprised by the question. ‘I think I know how to please a woman.’

‘You don’t think that women might know their own bodies better than you do?’

Oliver smiled. It was a charming smile. ‘They might
think
that they do. But I know that if they gave me a chance to show them what I could do, they’d change their minds.’

‘I can understand why you’re here, then,’ remarked Rob. ‘Next.’

The third man stepped forward. He was about the same age and height as Oliver, but more heavily built. ‘My name’s Sebastian. I’m a company director in the City and I’m here because women tell me I’m too aggressive in bed.’

‘Do you think they’ve got a fair point?’ asked Rob, with interest.

‘Not really, no. I think most women would like to turn the clock back, but they think it’s politically incorrect so they make token objections.’

‘I see. You think they’d like to return to the caveman days, do you?’

‘Not exactly,’ protested Sebastian. ‘I’m not suggesting I should hit them over the head and drag them back to my cave. It’s just that men are meant to dominate. That’s what nature intended.’

‘Fine,’ said Rob pleasantly. ‘Well, now, all three of you have chosen to come on this course because, however strongly you believe your approach to women is right, experience has shown you that you’re not forming successful relationships because of a perceived “failure” on your part by the women. You’ve chosen to come here and learn to change. This is the first visit for all of you, and no doubt already you’re finding it rather strange. However, this is the most intensive of your lessons so far and I shall be interested to see how you respond.

‘I think it says something about our society today that all of you have positions of power in your work, and so – like many of the women on our course – you continue to use the same attitudes that you use at work when you climb into bed with a partner. What you have to realise is that you don’t have to be in control all the time.’

‘I’m beginning to think it was a mistake to come on this course,’ said Sebastian.

Rob looked questioningly at him. ‘Why?’

‘Because there are an awful lot of high-flying women who are here learning exactly the same as us. We’re all going to end up submissive, and then no one will get any satisfaction.’

‘Being less aggressive doesn’t necessarily mean being submissive,’ said Rob. ‘That’s something else that I hope you’ll come to learn. Now, it’s time to begin. Are you ready, girls?’ He looked at the three young women standing at his side.

The girls were all very attractive, two of them blondes and one a brunette. Swiftly, they unbuttoned their white overalls and then walked slowly to stand one in front of each of the men. They were all wearing high-heeled shoes and stockings, with short chemises over their bras and panties. Their lingerie was of the same design except one of the blondes’ garments was cream-coloured, the other’s was black, and the brunette was wearing virginal white.

The girls positioned themselves in front but slightly to the side of the men, which meant that Natalie and the other spectators could watch the men’s reactions to what was happening. Slowly, languorously, each of the girls began to strip. Even Natalie could appreciate how arousing the strip was, as they pushed the straps of their chemises down over their shoulders before allowing them to slither down, the silk material caressing their bodies. Then they stepped out of them, still wearing their high heels.

For a few seconds they stood posing provocatively for the men, whose cocks immediately started to harden, and then they started to rub their hands seductively up and down their thighs, letting the fingers slide beneath their stocking tops. As they did this they also rubbed softly at their bellies, just above the line of their panties.

Next they removed their high-cut briefs before lazily unfastening a stocking and slowly rolling it down their long, slender legs. As they bent over, their underwired bras emphasised their cleavages, and Natalie heard all the men draw in their breath together as the women
twisted and turned, making sure that their partners could relish every tantalising glimpse of flesh.

Cleverly, despite the fact that they were clearly used to doing this, all the girls pretended to be modest and kept looking downwards. One of the blondes had her face half turned away from Oliver, as though too shy to look at him, and Natalie could see that this was heightening his excitement. His erection looked rock hard, and of the three men he was visibly the most aroused.

The girls left their bras on until last, as though reluctant to display their breasts, and the blonde girl opposite Oliver took longer than the other two about each movement. Twice she reached behind her back and then, as though changing her mind, ran a hand through her hair while her other hand strayed down the side of her body. By this time her left shoulder strap was falling down her arm, but still she kept Oliver waiting and it wasn’t until both the other girls were completely naked that she finally seemed to find the courage to unfasten the bra and remove it.

Natalie could tell by the sound of Simon’s breathing that even he wasn’t impervious to what was going on. Obviously he must have seen it several times before, but for the first time she realised what power women had over men if they pretended to be submissive, even though the men knew that it wasn’t true. She wondered what it would feel like to strip for a man in that way, and decided that some time in the future she’d give it a try.

Once naked, the women turned and looked at Rob as he spoke. ‘Now then, I want each of you to give your lovely partner an orgasm. However, this can’t involve any form of penetration. In other words, you can use your hands, your tongue, or even your toes if you like, but nothing else. There are three
chaise-longues
there, you can go and lie on those whenever you want, but
you may well decide to start right where you are. It’s entirely up to you. I shall be watching carefully, and shall correct you if I think you’re going wrong. Do you understand?’

The three men mumbled an unintelligible response that Natalie assumed to be ‘Yes’, and then they all stepped forward, anxious to get their hands on the girls.

Natalie wasn’t in the least surprised to see that all three men grabbed for the girls’ breasts, although Oliver’s touch was far more subtle than that of his companions. ‘You’re not kneading dough, Andrew,’ called Rob sharply, and Natalie saw a look of anger cross Andrew’s face before he changed the way he was touching the brunette’s bust.

Watching the men fondling the girls, she was reminded of the way she’d been handled by many of her lovers. All three of them lacked the subtlety and delicacy that were needed to help women achieve genuine satisfaction. If ever there was anything designed to show why women had started trying to take control in bed, this exhibition was it, she thought to herself. However, she supposed that it was encouraging that some men were beginning to understand that they were going wrong, even if they’d chosen to pay to learn to do it right rather than listen to their partners.

After a few minutes all three of the men either led or carried their partners to the
chaise-longues
. Now Rob allowed the spectators to move forward to the middle of the room, where they had a very good view of what was going on.

It soon became apparent to Natalie that neither Andrew nor Sebastian was taking any notice of his girl’s response. However, Oliver was different. Although he was clearly very excited, he still spent
time caressing his partner’s body, and his mouth travelled from one nipple to the other until the blonde beneath him began to moan softly with rising excitement.

‘I really fancy him,’ Heather whispered to Natalie. But before she could say more Simon silenced her with a warning glance. Privately, Natalie agreed with her. There
was
something attractive about Oliver, and he looked as though, with a little assistance from the course, he’d be a very good lover. Not that he held the same fascination for her as Simon did. On the other hand, she was allowed to want involvement with Oliver, whereas involvement with Simon was forbidden. Unfortunately, the fact that it was forbidden was making it all the more attractive to her.

Rob, who’d been watching proceedings carefully, suddenly stepped forward and tapped Andrew on the shoulder. ‘You’re trying to make her climax far too quickly,’ he explained. ‘Melanie, you don’t really want his hand between your thighs yet, do you?’

‘No,’ agreed the brunette.

‘If she doesn’t hurry up I’ll explode,’ protested Andrew. ‘The way she stripped was enough to drive a man mad. Anyway, she’s ready for it. I can tell.’

‘Perhaps you didn’t hear her right,’ suggested Rob, helpfully. ‘Melanie said she wasn’t ready to be touched there yet.’

‘What does she want then?’ demanded Andrew.

‘Use your imagination.’

Natalie rather doubted that Andrew had very much imagination. Her thoughts were soon confirmed when, after circling her breasts with his fingers a couple of times, he put his right hand down between Melanie’s thighs again. ‘Get up,’ snapped Rob.

Andrew looked over his shoulder at the instructor. ‘What?’

‘You heard me. Get off her. You didn’t do as you were told, which means you have to be punished.’

As Andrew stood in front of Rob, Oliver and Sebastian continued to stimulate their partners. Surprisingly, Oliver’s girl seemed a long way from climaxing. But Sebastian’s partner’s blonde head was beginning to turn restlessly from side to side and she was uttering whimpers of pleasure as he used his tongue to skilful effect on the tips of her nipples. It looked so exquisite that Natalie’s own nipples stiffened in response.

Tearing her eyes away from what the other two were doing, she waited to see what Andrew’s punishment would be. Rob placed a hand on the back of his neck and pushed his head down, so that he was bending forward from the waist. Melanie then walked behind Andrew, squeezed a little jelly from a tube on to her finger and slowly inserted it between the cheeks of his bottom. Andrew immediately tried to straighten up, uttering a small sound of protest at this unwanted invasion. But Rob’s hand remained firmly on his neck.