Haven Of Obedience (4 page)

‘I’m not sure that you’ll approve,’ muttered Natalie. She could tell from the expression on his face that he was amused by her reply.

‘We don’t judge people here. We simply aim to help you change, which is, after all, why you’ve chosen to visit us. We can hardly help you change if we don’t know what you’ve been doing in the past. I assure you there’s nothing personal in this. I neither approve nor disapprove of anything I see or hear when working at The Haven.’

‘I prefer to be on top,’ she admitted.

‘Kneeling on top?’

‘Yes.’

‘Where you can control all the movement?’

‘Of course. That’s why I like it.’

‘Quite. Have you ever experimented with games of bondage?’

‘Certainly not!’

Simon seemed taken aback by the vehemence of her response. ‘Lots of people do,’ he commented mildly.

‘Well,
I
never have.’

‘Fine, I’ll put that down. I take it you haven’t tried S&M either, then?’

‘I’ve never been asked to.’

‘Okay. Suppose someone
had
suggested it, would you have said yes?’

Natalie shook her head. ‘No, I wouldn’t have wanted that.’

‘To summarise, then: you like straightforward sex, preferably with you on top, and you don’t masturbate on a regular basis. Would you say that’s a fair assessment of your sexual behaviour?’

She was beginning to feel like an experimental rat in a laboratory. ‘I think I have a better time than you make it sound,’ she protested.

‘But you want to have an even better time, don’t you?’

‘Yes.’

‘Which brings me to the final question. What’s your real reason for coming here?’ Simon was watching her closely, and Natalie knew that she had to tell the truth, however painful it was.

‘I’ve got an important job, and I’m in total control at work. That’s the way I like it, and the way I’ve always liked it in my love life as well. The trouble is, it hasn’t worked out. I’ve had lots of affairs, and sometimes I’ve fallen passionately in love, but in the end the men always leave me. For ages I couldn’t understand why, and then …’ She stopped herself, realising that she’d
been about to explain how Jan had told her about The Haven.

‘And then?’ asked Simon, patiently.

‘And then, a couple of months ago, when my last lover left, he told me why. He said that I was a control freak, and that my attitude in bed turned him off. I didn’t know how to change, or even if I really wanted to. Then, the more I thought about it the more I became aware that I’d probably been missing a lot, only I didn’t know what to do. Luckily I then met a friend for a meal and told her how I was feeling. She asked me how much I wanted to change, and after a while said that I might be a suitable client for The Haven.’

‘I see. She didn’t tell you exactly what went on here, though?’

‘She said that she couldn’t, but that it was a place where I’d learn to grow and change sexually. An opportunity for me to experiment, but in a safe environment.’

Simon nodded approvingly. ‘That’s very well put. You are indeed in a safe environment, very safe. The problem is, you have no experience whatsoever of the kind of things that you’re going to be expected to do over the next two weekends. I’ll be honest with you, Natalie, I don’t believe that you’re going to stay the course.’

‘What gives you the right to pass judgement on me?’ she demanded, furious that anyone should imagine she would quit anything once she’d set her mind to it.

‘I’m very good at analysing people’s sexual preferences and abilities. You’ve spent so long in the driving seat I can’t imagine you’re going to be willing to move over and become a passenger. Still, it’s up to you to prove me wrong, isn’t it?’

‘It certainly is,’ she said angrily.

‘And that’s another thing,’ he remarked. ‘Your demeanour should be respectful and obedient at all
times, even towards me, your personal instructor. I know I’ve annoyed you, but so will other people during your stay. You have to learn to subdue your natural reactions and accept things with a smile, or even an apology for your own shortcomings.’

Luckily for Natalie, just as she was about to say that Jan hadn’t told her any of this and if she’d known she probably wouldn’t have come, Simon abruptly left the room.

He’d left a brochure on her dressing table. Opening it up, she read that there was a general meeting in the main reception hall for pre-dinner drinks at seven-thirty. That meant she had another hour and a half to kill and she decided that a walk in the grounds might help her settle down. At the moment both her mind and her body were in turmoil.

Leaving her room, she walked along the corridor. As she passed one of the doors she saw that it was half open and there were strange noises coming from inside. Anxious to know what was happening, she glanced in.

A tall, strongly built man in his mid-thirties was standing in the middle of the room, stark naked. His hands were fastened behind his back and his eyes were blindfolded. Sue, who Natalie had last seen at reception, was kneeling between his legs. Her hands were caressing the man’s outer thighs while her mouth and tongue were busily working away, licking and sucking at his testicles and the shaft of his rigid erection. He was trembling from head to foot, the muscles of his abdomen rigid and strange guttural noises, which were what had attracted Natalie’s attention, were coming from his mouth.

‘Only another five minutes and then you’ll be allowed to come,’ said Sue, taking her mouth away from him for a moment and giving him a few seconds’ respite.

‘I can’t last that long,’ he shouted.

‘I’m afraid you have to, otherwise you’ll be punished – and I’m sure you remember from your last visit what
that
means.’

Natalie could hardly breathe. She’d never seen anything like this in her life. The veins were bulging on the underside of the man’s swollen cock and the tip was an angry purple. Every now and then his hips would jerk forward as some particularly intimate caress of the girl’s velvet-soft lips brought him nearer and nearer to the peak of ecstasy. It was easy to see how frantically he was trying to obey the girl’s command. But even as Natalie watched, he gave an agonised cry of despair and shuddered violently as he failed, spilling himself into Sue’s mouth.

When his body was finally still Sue stood up, and Natalie saw her tweak one of the man’s nipples savagely. ‘You’re a very slow learner, aren’t you?’ she said calmly. Then she turned to shut the door. Hastily, Natalie hurried on down the corridor, hoping that she hadn’t been seen. But what she’d witnessed was etched indelibly on her mind.

As well as frightening her it had left her highly aroused. As Natalie walked through the beautiful grounds all that she could think of was the man’s straining erection, heaving chest – and the tight tendons of his neck when he’d thrown his head back in despair as he finally came.

AT SEVEN-THIRTY PRECISELY
, Simon Ellis and the other tutors followed Rob Gill into the reception room, where their twenty weekend guests were waiting for them. As usual on the first evening of a course, the guests were standing awkwardly in small groups, most of them feeling nervous and – probably for the first time in years – unsure of themselves.

It was a moment that Simon always enjoyed. He loved the anxious expressions on the guests’ faces as they looked up at the tutors: it gave him a wonderful feeling of power. It was especially good on a day like this, when he’d had such a dreadful week working as a freelance journalist. Out there, in the real world, it was quite different for him than for most of their guests. He was struggling to carve himself a niche, whereas all these people were hugely successful. They were the kind of people who could make or break him, which made his work here all the sweeter.

As Rob started his usual opening speech Simon looked down from the raised dais, letting his eyes wander over the room. He was looking for Natalie Bowen, and it was easy to spot her. She was the tallest woman there, and also the most elegant. Her long
wavy blonde hair fell loosely to her shoulders and the simple blue dress that she was wearing accentuated her slender figure. He could picture her long slim legs beneath it very clearly. Even while he’d been assessing her in a professional manner, another part of his mind had appreciated those legs. They were unusually good and he was looking forward to initiating her into the ways of The Haven.

Feeling his manhood stir, he tried to distract himself by looking at some of the other people. It was unusual for him to be this excited by someone so early on. Of course, during therapy sessions he always became highly aroused – he had to or he wouldn’t have been able to do his job – but this seemed more personal. He wondered if it had something to do with the fact that Natalie was in the same line of business as him, only far more successful. Whatever the reason, it was going to add an extra dimension of pleasure to the weekend.

Realising that Rob’s speech was drawing to a close, Simon looked at the sheet of paper in his hand. On it were three names: two women’s and a man’s. Naturally, Natalie was one of the women. Over the next two days she would do nothing without him either participating or being there to watch her progress. They had several other tutors, but Simon was second only to Rob. He was usually assigned to the people who Rob reckoned were going to have the most trouble. In the case of Natalie Bowen, Simon was certain that his boss was right.

‘That’s all I have to say,’ concluded Rob. Then he turned to the assorted male and female tutors standing on the platform behind him. Only Simon was allowed to stand next to him, as a sign to the guests that he was second in the chain of command.

‘The tutors will now let you know what groups you’ll be in this evening,’ explained Rob. ‘After you’ve
eaten, you’ll go off in your various groups and your weekend of instruction will begin. I really do hope that come Sunday evening, when we meet in here again, you’ll feel that we’ve more than fulfilled our promise to you all.’

Simon decided that he’d collect his other pupils before Natalie. The man was called Chris, a thirty-year-old commodities broker on his second weekend at The Haven. The other woman was Heather Lacey, at twenty-nine well on her way to becoming a millionairess, thanks to her chain of beauty salons. Like Natalie, this was her first visit, but Simon suspected that she’d be easier to train. She’d seemed almost timid at their initial meeting, although she claimed that she was too forceful for most men.

As Simon, Chris and Heather approached Natalie he saw the blonde’s dark blue eyes widen a little, a sure sign that she was feeling very nervous.

The four of them ate together at a secluded corner table, but as usual Simon made sure that the conversation didn’t touch on sex. Unlike some of the other instructors he preferred it this way because it kept the clients on edge. He knew that they were expecting some kind of verbal tuition or explanation at this stage. Without it they became confused and thus, in his experience, easier to control later on.

It was gone ten before he finally rose from the table. ‘Time to go upstairs,’ he explained and then strode swiftly away, leaving his three pupils to hurry after him. He led them up two flights of stairs to the training floor, where each tutor had his own room. Simon’s was large, plushly carpeted, with heavy curtains that were tied back at the moment, a big bed, a couch, chairs and several other pieces of equipment that he usually had to use at some stage during every weekend.

Although the decor of the room was attractive there
was something forbidding about it, partly because of the subdued lighting. There was no central light, only wall lights. Again, this was part of Simon’s strategy for disorientating the visitors. If they were too relaxed, too at ease, it was difficult to ‘persuade’ them to change their ways, even though that was what they were paying for.

He looked at Chris. ‘Take your clothes off,’ he ordered him. Chris, having already spent one weekend at The Haven, obeyed immediately. Simon noticed that Heather and Natalie had moved closer together and were watching nervously.

Chris was a fairly short man, but one of his hobbies was working out with his private trainer and as a result he had an excellent physique. He also had an enormous cock. At the moment it was lying limply against his left thigh, but Simon knew it would soon start to move. He remembered Chris as being far too quick off the mark, one of the things that he was having to learn to control. One of the reasons that he’d come to them was that his own pleasure came first for him, and he was finding it hard to subdue his natural responses in order to give his partner more pleasure.

‘Right, girls, strip down to your underwear,’ said Simon. They both hesitated, glancing awkwardly at each other. ‘It’s an order, not a request,’ he reminded them. ‘If either of you is too slow, I shall have to chastise you.’ Immediately the two women began to take off their dresses.

Simon caught hold of Heather’s hand. She was only wearing a chemise and French knickers, and her full breasts made an immediate impression on Chris whose penis began to stir.

‘Use your mouth on him until he’s hard,’ said Simon, seeing from his notes on Heather that she didn’t like performing fellatio on her partners.

Heather looked at him in horror. ‘I don’t even know him. That’s not something that I do—’

‘Which is precisely why you’re here. You do
want
to change, don’t you, Heather?’

‘Yes, but—’

‘There is no “but” about it. Don’t keep him waiting any longer: he’s getting excited enough without you touching him.’

As Heather slowly dropped to her knees and began tentatively to lick the head of Chris’s rapidly hardening cock, Simon looked at Natalie. She was wearing a lacy bra and high-cut bikini pants, her long legs encased in silky hold-up stockings. She was, Simon realised, his idea of the perfect woman: he’d always had a weakness for tall, slim blondes. He knew that he mustn’t let her discover this, or Rob either. Any kind of emotional involvement between tutors and clients was strictly forbidden at The Haven.

‘While Heather’s doing that you can stand behind Chris and rub yourself against him,’ he said firmly. Natalie didn’t attempt to argue. Soon she was pressing herself against Chris’s buttocks and back, her slim hips moving gently from side to side and her lace-encased breasts caressing the flesh of his back.