Haven Of Obedience (12 page)

Toby, one of the men who’d sat at Natalie’s table for dinner, lifted a hand. ‘I do. How will you know if we’ve learned anything from this or not?’

‘Because you’ll be given a chance later on to show us what you’ve learned.’

‘With these girls?’

‘You’ll have to wait to find out the answer to that,’ said Rob. ‘Right, girls, on the table over there you’ll find plenty of oils and various gadgets that you may wish to use for your mutual pleasuring. You can begin whenever you like, two of you over here on the right side of the circle and the other two over on the left. The lights will be dimmed a little – but not too much, because I want the men to be able to see exactly what’s happening. Try and forget the spectators, if you can. Concentrate entirely on giving and receiving pleasure because that way it will be easier for you all.’

Once he’d finished speaking the lights dipped and out of the corner of her eye Natalie saw that Juliette was already pushing Victoria down on to the cushions, before kneeling at the dark-haired girl’s side and starting to move her hands over her body. However, Natalie remained standing awkwardly. She simply didn’t know what to do.

She saw Sajel look round the circle. Catching Anil’s eye, she was immediately galvanised into action. ‘Sit down, Natalie,’ she said quietly. ‘I’m going to relax you with an Indian head massage.’ Sajel then put two of the cushions on top of each other before gesturing to Natalie to sit on them. She stood behind Natalie so that the blonde girl could lean back against Sajel’s body.

Almost at once, Natalie felt the fingers of Sajel’s right hand lightly ruffling her hair. She moved her hand over the whole of the scalp, centimetre by centimetre, and her touch was incredibly light, her fingers delicate. It was a very pleasant feeling and slowly Natalie started to relax. Now Sajel used both hands, and with her fingers outstretched allowed them to land softly on Natalie’s scalp where she would bring her fingers and thumbs together before springing off, only to land in a different position with her fingers once more outstretched. She did this until she’d covered the top of Natalie’s head, and now Natalie could feel her scalp tingling.

Next Sajel changed the rhythm and her movements became slower, more tranquil. She placed one hand flat on the top of Natalie’s head with her fingers pointing toward the hairline and slowly drew it backwards along the top of the scalp and down into the nape of the neck. She used both hands, following one hand with the other so quickly that it felt as though waves were rippling through Natalie’s hair: she couldn’t tell where one stroke began and another finished. She closed her
eyes, feeling languorous and almost sleepy. Now she could feel Sajel’s fingernails touching her scalp in the same wave-like movement. Allowing her head to fall back, she gave herself over entirely to the gentle caresses of the other girl. She wanted the sensations to go on for ever but as soon as she was completely relaxed Sajel’s hands stopped moving.

Now the Indian girl eased the straps of Natalie’s nightdress off her shoulders, then unlaced the ribbons and let the garment fall to the floor. Then, placing her hands on Natalie’s shoulders, she carefully pushed her back, laying cushions beneath her to form a makeshift bed.

‘I’m just going to get some oil,’ she whispered to Natalie. When she returned Natalie felt Sajel’s delicate hands smoothing oil over her shoulders, stroking down the length of her spine and massaging the small of her back until Natalie started to wriggle with pleasure. When she wriggled against the cushions she inadvertently stimulated her clitoris and gave a soft moan of pleasure as darts of excitement lanced through her lower body.

Sajel’s slim hands pulled off Natalie’s pale blue bikini pants before rubbing the oil into each of her buttocks in turn, causing Natalie to squirm even more. Now she could feel the insistent, demanding throb of desire between her legs as she writhed beneath the other girl’s delicate touch.

She was vaguely aware that Victoria was uttering sharp, guttural cries of pleasure from the other side of the circle but she wasn’t really interested. All that mattered was the pleasure that Sajel was giving her, a pleasure that she’d never imagined being able to get from another woman.

‘Turn over now,’ murmured Sajel. As soon as Natalie was on her back Sajel poured some oil over her breasts
and then started to massage it into the highly responsive flesh, moving her hands in circles, first around the circumference of each breast and then drawing the circle closer and closer to the nipple. Natalie moaned with pleasure, thrusting her breasts upwards, waiting for the blissful moment when Sajel’s hands reached her nipples. The moment this happened – the Indian girl used the end of her fingers to lightly oil the tight little tips before gently pulling and releasing them – Natalie, without any warning, climaxed in a sharp explosion of pleasure that made all her muscles ripple.

Shaken by the force of her climax she turned her head. Despite the dim lighting she saw Simon leaning forward in his chair, watching her intently. Their eyes met and hastily she turned away again, embarrassed that her body had responded so swiftly to a woman’s touch when she’d found it necessary to try and instruct nearly every man who’d attempted to give her similar pleasure during the weekend.

By this time Sajel was breathing rapidly and, abandoning her massage, she stripped off her basque and briefs before lying down on top of Natalie. She rubbed her beautiful dark skin against Natalie’s creamy flesh and Natalie shivered when their breasts pressed closely together. As Sajel moved herself around on top of Natalie she made sure that their pubic mounds pressed against each other. Now Natalie was almost driven out of her mind, because she longed for the other girl to touch her more intimately, to caress her between her sex lips where her throbbing clitoris was hungrily waiting for attention.

Sajel seemed instinctively to know what it was that Natalie needed. Without a word she slid down the length of the blonde girl’s body, parted her legs and then, holding her sex lips open with one hand, she began to flick her tongue against the damp, needy
flesh. Her tongue’s touch was light, delicate, but also incredibly knowing. She swirled it upwards and then paused teasingly as she reached Natalie’s clitoris.

‘Please don’t stop!’ groaned Natalie, her head moving restlessly on the pillows.

‘Don’t worry,’ murmured Sajel. ‘I know just how you’re feeling. You’re going to come now.’ Her words alone were nearly enough to trigger Natalie’s orgasm, and when the pointed tip of the Indian girl’s tongue flicked against the stem of Natalie’s clitoris, Natalie screamed. The pleasure surged through her body in a hot, crashing wave that made the tips of her toes and fingers tingle.

All the time Natalie’s body was racked with the intensity of her orgasm, Sajel left her alone. But then, when her body became still, she once more placed her mouth between Natalie’s outspread thighs. This time she licked and sucked hungrily at Natalie’s sex until the delicious tendrils of pleasure began to writhe once more, building swiftly to a crescendo that peaked in an astonishingly short time in yet another wonderful spasm of release.

Exhausted, Natalie stared at Sajel. ‘That was so good,’ she whispered.

‘Now it’s my turn,’ said Sajel, with a smile, as she arranged herself on the cushions. Natalie had to force herself out of the haze of pleasure that had enveloped her. Half dazed, she looked down at Sajel, uncertain what she should do.

It was obvious that Sajel was very aroused. Her dark nipples were standing out and her breasts were swollen, while her skin was covered with a thin film of perspiration. When Natalie tentatively stroked between the Indian girl’s thighs, Sajel’s hips jerked and Natalie could feel beads of moisture on the dark, silken pubic hair.

As she tried to think what to do in order to give Sajel as much pleasure as Sajel had given her, Natalie heard a sharp cry from Victoria, followed by gasps of delight. Turning her head she saw Juliette standing astride the dark-haired girl with a latex whip in her hand. There were tiny red lines across Victoria’s breasts and ribs, but it was clear from the sounds she was uttering that the whip had triggered an orgasm, an orgasm that went on for a very long time. After watching Victoria, Natalie realised that she should do something different to Sajel, and she went over to the table to see what she could find.

There was a bewildering array of bottles, scarves, silk gloves, love eggs and vibrators and she had no idea what would give Sajel the greatest satisfaction. Then her gaze lit on a pistol-shaped vibrator. Apart from the vibrator itself, which was unusual because beneath the latex covering there were masses of tiny pearls that rippled under the surface when it was switched on, there was also a six-inch vibrating stimulator for the clitoris. This had a soft, jelly-like tip that rotated, with a choice of two speeds. Natalie tried to imagine what it would feel like inside her, and immediately her pelvic muscles tightened. It would feel delicious, she decided. Picking it up, she returned to where Sajel was lying.

Looking down at the Indian girl, Natalie knew from her own experiences that although Sajel was already excited it would still be better for her if Natalie pleasured her a little more before inserting the vibrator. Quickly she poured some oil into the palms of her hands, then massaged Sajel’s belly, the tips of her fingers digging deeply into the taut muscles there. When she lowered one of her hands and pressed against the top of Sajel’s pubic mound, Sajel whimpered with pleasure.

The other girl’s hips were beginning to move and
now Natalie felt that she could insert the strange-looking vibrator that she’d chosen. Gently she eased the latex-covered tip inside the girl’s welcoming vagina, pressing steadily while slightly rotating her wrist. Sajel, clearly eager to be satisfied, tightened herself around the instrument of pleasure and within a few seconds it was deep inside her. After checking that the soft, jelly-like probe was positioned exactly over Sajel’s clitoris, Natalie clicked on the switch.

Holding the pistol-shaped vibrator steady with one hand, Natalie used her free hand to caress Sajel’s breasts, stroking them lightly at first but then more firmly. All the while Sajel’s moans of excitement were growing louder and Natalie could see the other girl’s body tensing as her orgasm approached.

Across the other side of the circle, Juliette was now being pleasured by Victoria. She’d unzipped the red suit and was kneeling between the blonde’s legs, obviously using her tongue to very good effect because Juliette was uttering repeated cries of ecstasy and her body shuddered as one orgasm followed another.

For a few minutes Sajel remained on the edge of release, clearly inhibited by the presence of the watching men. Sensing that she had a problem, Natalie increased the speed of the vibrator. Now, as Sajel’s clitoris was enveloped in the soft pulsations of the extension tip and her sensitive internal vaginal walls were caressed by the teasing movements of the tiny moving pearls, the sheer intensity of the sensations overcame her inhibitions and at last her body was swept by a deliciously sweet climax. Unlike all the other girls, Sajel was silent in her moment of ecstasy.

Natalie felt very proud of herself. She hadn’t imagined that she’d be capable of giving or receiving such pleasure with another girl: it had been a revelation to her. However, she was acutely aware that a great deal
of her excitement had been caused by the watchers in the shadows. Although at times she’d almost forgotten them, they’d always been lurking in the farthest corner of her mind. She’d felt as though she’d been on display, demonstrating how well her body responded to being pleasured and exhibiting her own lovemaking skill and her knowledge of Sajel’s responses. In a way, she’d been showing off, and showing off for Simon’s benefit.

There was a sudden final scream from Juliette, who was twisting and turning on the cushions as Victoria kept her mouth clamped firmly between her outspread thighs. Then the other two girls were also finished and the four of them stood up, looking towards Rob for guidance.

Getting to his feet, Rob clapped his hands softly three times. ‘Well done, girls. That’s given all the men here a lot to think about. Now, I’m sure you’d like an opportunity to go and freshen up. When you’ve done that, please return here for the final part of this evening’s tutorial.’

Natalie glanced at Sajel. ‘I didn’t think we’d have to come back.’

‘I wonder what we’ll be expected to do?’ Sajel queried.

There was no time to find out because Simon was clearing a path for them through the circle of chairs. Pausing only to gather up their clothes and shoes, all four girls walked out of the room. Natalie realised how extraordinary it was that she was able to move about freely whilst naked, but somehow after all that had gone before it didn’t seem important. Just the same, she was careful to stand as straight as possible, and felt proud of her firm breasts, tiny waist and long legs. ‘I think I’m turning into a bit of an exhibitionist,’ she confessed to Sajel as they hurried to their rooms.

‘I’m not. To be honest, I’m worried what Anil’s going to say after what we did.’

‘Well, he must know that you didn’t have any choice,’ Natalie pointed out. ‘After all, he watched. He could have left if it had upset him too much. Besides, you both chose to come on the course in order to learn how to change, to give yourselves a better chance of succeeding if you marry. You don’t make the rules here, Rob Gill does.’

‘I know that,’ said Sajel, pausing with her hand on her bedroom doorknob. ‘Of course, if you’re being rational and logical about it then it shouldn’t have made Anil angry. But he’s a very proud man and won’t have enjoyed other men watching me.’

‘He was enjoying watching Victoria when Juliette was using the latex whip on her,’ said Natalie.

Sajel was clearly surprised. ‘Was he?’

‘Yes.’

‘Oh well, I’ll just have to hope for the best, won’t I? Tap on my door when you’ve showered and we’ll go down together. I wonder what on earth’s going to happen next.’

‘I don’t know,’ confessed Natalie. ‘But for the first time I’m looking forward to a lesson rather than dreading it.’