Haven Of Obedience (20 page)

Simon’s climax followed only a few seconds later. They both gasped and shook as their muscles contracted in wave after wave of ecstasy until finally they were both still. Natalie slumped against the wall, wishing that she could see the expression on Simon’s face.

For a few moments Simon remained leaning against her until his breathing steadied. Then, almost reluctantly, he withdrew from inside her and released her hands. She felt his fingers untying the cord around her wrists. ‘You can take your blindfold off now,’ he told her, and she was pleased to hear that his voice wasn’t quite steady.

Swiftly she removed the dark velvet band from around her eyes. But she wasn’t quick enough because, as she blinked and tried to adjust her vision, Simon turned away, preventing her from seeing the expression on his face.

‘Did I manage it in time?’ repeated Natalie.

‘Of course you did.’ Now he had his voice under control again. ‘You’re becoming extremely proficient in the art of submissive obedience. Let’s hope it stands you in good stead tomorrow.’

Natalie stared at him, all the pleasure of the past few minutes vanishing as she remembered the basement. ‘Am I really going to be on display tomorrow?’ she asked.

Simon stared back at her. For the first time he too looked troubled. ‘I’m afraid so,’ he said gently.

SIMON EXPLAINED TO NATALIE
that for the rest of Saturday she’d be accompanying him to his other classes. In a way she was relieved that nothing too demanding was going to be asked of her. But in another way she felt a pang of disappointment that she wouldn’t have a chance to be intimate with Simon again.

During the morning she watched him running a class for women on their first visit. Most of them struggled initially against the restraints imposed upon them, and several found it extremely difficult to allow themselves to be tied up and aroused without having any control over the situation. As she watched them all battling to subdue their natural inclinations, Natalie remembered how she’d felt on her first visit. She wanted to tell them that what Rob Gill preached was true, that if they would only submit then they’d gain greater pleasure than they could imagine. But she knew that this was something they had to learn for themselves.

In the afternoon she and several other women were taken out into the grounds. There Simon showed them a man tied to a tree, a narrow band of rope fastened
around his waist. All of them were allowed to touch and fondle him, keeping him fully aroused for the whole afternoon. It was obvious that this was a man who was used to taking his pleasure as and when he wanted it, because initially he became furiously angry as he was constantly brought close to a climax only to be left stranded at the last moment. As time passed his anger turned to humiliation: when Natalie lightly fondled his swollen testicles and ran her hands over his thighs and buttocks, he pleaded with her to squeeze his straining cock and let him climax.

‘That’s the first time I’ve heard you beg for anything,’ remarked Simon as Natalie reluctantly made way for another girl to continue the sweet torment of the tethered man. ‘Perhaps you’re beginning to learn something at last.’

‘I wish I’d never come here,’ shouted the man.

‘Do you mean you want to leave?’ asked Simon.

For a moment everyone was quiet, waiting to see if this was one pupil with whom Simon had failed. But eventually the man shook his head. ‘I’ve paid good money for this – I might as well see it through,’ he muttered ungraciously.

Simon smiled. ‘I think you’re beginning to enjoy yourself.’

Natalie suspected that this was true because – although clearly frantic for sexual release – the man’s body was quivering with excitement. When one of the girls rubbed herself against his leg until she climaxed his whole body shook with pleasure, despite the fact that he hadn’t yet been allowed to come.

Not until an hour before dinner was the wretched man finally allowed his pleasure. Natalie watched, her mouth dry with excitement, as one of the girls took him into her mouth, moving her lips and tongue knowingly over his taut, swollen penis. With a loud moan of
pleasure, he jerked his hips violently. As his whole body went tight he shuddered, spasmed and then was finally still.

Leaving him roped to the tree, the women began to move back to the house to get changed for dinner. ‘I’ll be coming to see you in your room when you’ve eaten,’ said Simon, catching hold of Natalie’s arm. ‘There are some last-minute things I need to teach you before tomorrow.’

At ten o’clock that evening, long after Natalie had decided that Simon had forgotten, she heard a light tap on her door. ‘Are you still awake?’ he called.

Natalie opened the door. ‘Of course. You told me that you’d be coming. I didn’t dare go to bed.’

‘I’m pleased to hear it. Actually, I should have been here earlier. Rob wants you fresh for tomorrow, but I got held up with a particularly recalcitrant pupil. Luckily she’s coming to her senses now, but she was even more difficult than you were last weekend.’

By now Natalie knew better than to rise to the bait. She wanted to protest that she’d never been that difficult but kept silent, determined to show Simon how much she’d changed. He looked thoughtfully at her for a moment. ‘I think you’re a trifle overdressed.’

Without waiting for him to say anything more, Natalie removed her clothes and stood before him. She was surprised that she no longer felt shy and awkward but instead almost proud.

‘You wanted to know what the bar was for,’ continued Simon, nodding towards the wooden beam suspended from the ceiling. ‘It’s a small replica of a similar one that you’ll be tied to tomorrow. I’m here to get you used to the position you’ll be required to assume.’

‘I’m not sure I can go through with tomorrow,’ confessed Natalie.

‘Why not? You’re doing so well.’

‘It’s the thought of all those people watching me, getting turned on by my humiliation.’

‘And by your pleasure,’ Simon pointed out.

‘I think that’s even worse.’

‘You can’t back out now.’ Simon’s voice was urgent. ‘You’ve come so far, and done incredibly well. Besides, I’ll be there watching you.’

‘Is that meant to be a comfort?’

He looked a little uncomfortable. ‘Well, I
am
your tutor.’

‘Nothing more?’

‘Come over here,’ he said hastily, obviously anxious to change the subject. ‘I want you to bend forward from the waist over the bar and then grasp your ankles with your fingers. Do you think you can do that?’

Natalie wasn’t sure. But after Simon had placed some padding over the wooden beam she bent her body forward and found that, as long as her upper torso was well over the bar, she was just able to catch hold of her ankles. ‘It’s not very comfortable,’ she murmured.

‘It’s not meant to be.’ With that he walked behind her and she felt his hands moving over the cheeks of her bottom, down the tightly stretched flesh of the backs of the top of her thighs. Then, very slowly, his fingers strayed lower, tickling her pubic hair until she began to grow damp and felt her sex lips start to swell.

‘You see, it’s not so bad, is it?’

Natalie’s body trembled with excitement. ‘Not if this is all there is to it,’ she admitted.

‘It may be a little more complicated than this,’ admitted Simon. ‘At least you’re comfortable with the position.’

She was, but knew that she wouldn’t want to stay like it for too long. ‘What will happen if I need to stand up and stretch?’ she asked, only half jokingly.

‘Somehow I don’t imagine that will be an option. Right, now I can tell Rob that you’re quite supple enough to be the girl on the beam.’

‘You mean that if I hadn’t been able to do this someone else would have had to take my place?’

‘Yes, but you’d only have been given something else to do. That might have been worse.’

‘It might have been better,’ she pointed out.

‘True. Now, get some sleep. I shall be back to fetch you at six. Rob likes to get everything set up in the basement in good time.’

‘Six! What time do the other residents come to watch me being pleasured?’

‘After breakfast.’

‘But that’s three hours later!’

‘I shall be with you all the time, getting you in the mood. Goodnight.’

Simon left the room so quickly that Natalie didn’t even have time to get off the bar, and she wondered if he’d done that deliberately in order to put her on edge. If so he’d succeeded, because she passed an uneasy night.

When Simon arrived to collect Natalie at six the next morning she was already awake and dressed. ‘Bad night?’ he asked solicitously.

‘I set my alarm,’ she lied.

‘How very co-operative of you. I don’t suppose you want anything to eat, but would you like a coffee before we go down?’

‘I think just a glass of water.’

Simon fetched her one from the bathroom. Then, in silence, they made their way to the basement. Again, she was struck by the darkness of the area, and as soon
as they stepped out of the lift she began to shake with fear.

‘Be brave,’ Simon whispered. ‘It’s nearly over now. Once you’ve completed today you’ll leave here a full member of The Haven. That means you’ll always be able to mix with like-minded people, because you’ll be given a list of other members when you leave.’

‘You’re the only person here that I’m interested in,’ said Natalie.

Simon ignored her remark and propelled her hastily towards the room where she was to be on display. ‘You can get changed in here,’ he said, as they entered the low-ceilinged, dark, stone-walled room. ‘You’re to put on the suspender belt, stockings and high-heeled shoes. Your clothes will be taken away until you’ve finished.’

Once she’d changed, Simon made Natalie walk around the room so that he could study her. This time she felt very self-conscious as she paraded in front of him. ‘Stand up straight,’ he commanded her. ‘You should have learned to be proud of your body.’

‘Surely you can understand how nervous I am today,’ she retorted.

Simon sighed. ‘I did think that by now you’d have stopped answering back. Right, this is the beam that you’ll be bent over. It’s pretty much the same as the one in your room.’

‘It’s much broader,’ remarked Natalie.

‘That’s to make it more comfortable for you, because you’ll be on this one longer. Look, you rest your stomach on the padded part, so that you don’t get too uncomfortable. That’s right, reach forward and grasp your ankles as you did last night.’

Natalie was so busy worrying about what she was going to look like to the spectators that it was only when she heard the click of the cuffs that she realised
Simon had fastened her wrists and ankles together. Now she couldn’t move from the position he’d put her in, bending over the bar, her whole body taut and her legs straight.

Moving in front of her, Simon crouched down and began to fondle her breasts with his left hand. He squeezed the soft mounds of flesh until she was moaning with pleasure and then drew each of her nipples in turn into his mouth, sucking on them firmly before tonguing the tight peaks. Delicious waves of pleasure washed through her, and her nerve endings sent piercing shards of excitement through her whole body, right to her very core.

Now Simon moved his right hand up over her stockinged thighs to tug gently on her pubic hair before cupping her vulva, pressing upwards so that the pressure began to build low in her belly.

‘You’re going to come in a moment, aren’t you?’ he whispered. ‘It’s all right, you can because this is just practice. You’re not allowed to come once people are here watching, though – no matter what I do to you.’

‘But I’m bound to come!’ Natalie cried in dismay.

‘Of course you are, that’s the whole point. Every time you come you have to apologise to me, and ask me to punish you.’

‘Ask you to punish me?’ she cried, her voice incredulous.

‘That’s right.’

‘That’s the most humiliating thing I’ve ever heard!’

‘I know. That’s why it’s your final test.’

All the time they were talking he continued to massage her breasts with his left hand while his right pressed steadily against her vulva, until all the delicious sensations joined together and a wonderful climax rippled through her.

‘I’m going to have my breakfast now,’ said Simon,
drawing a finger along her spine. ‘When I come back I shall be bringing some spectators with me. And then the test really begins.’

When he’d gone Natalie struggled to get more comfortable and then, as her body quietened, she thought back to what her life had been like before she’d come to The Haven. She wondered how on earth she’d ever ended up like this – naked, bound and totally lost in a dark, depraved world of erotic sensuality that she’d never, in her wildest dreams, imagined could have existed.

It was because of Jan that she was here, and now she understood why it was that Jan had changed so much after her own visit. It was impossible for Natalie to imagine returning to her old way of life once her final lesson was over because now her body was used to being pleasured in different ways. It needed the kind of stimulation that she’d been taught to enjoy here. She no longer wanted to control men, because she knew that by subjugating herself to them she got more satisfaction.

Also, it was obvious from the expression on Simon’s face that by subjugating herself she’d managed to enslave him. She knew with absolute certainty that he wanted her, and that when he took her the pleasure was as great for him as it was for her.

She was still trying to work out how her new-found eagerness to be submissive in her sexual life would be compatible with her business life when the heavy wooden door creaked open and Simon returned followed by a group of clients and Marc, who’d watched her during her very first lesson. Immediately the lighting was dimmed. Then a spotlight was switched on, shining down on her tethered body stretched tightly over the wooden beam.

Luckily, because her head was down, she didn’t
have to look at the spectators. Instead, she listened as Simon explained to them that she was not meant to reach orgasm and would have to beg to be punished if she did come by mistake or through lack of self-control. Once he’d finished speaking she heard the low buzz of excited conversation amongst the onlookers. Then, as Simon approached her, it all fell silent.