Haven Of Obedience (3 page)

‘Whatever you say,’ agreed Natalie hastily. Privately she thought Jan had gone mad. She couldn’t imagine any sexual situation where she wouldn’t be able to cope. ‘You’ll do it, then? You’ll put my name forward?’

‘I’ve said I will, haven’t I?’

For the first time in months Natalie felt excited about something other than her work. ‘How long will it take before I hear from them?’

‘I had to wait several weeks.’

Natalie groaned. ‘Oh, no. I was looking forward to going next weekend.’

‘They’re booked up a long way ahead. Now I have to go. I’ve got someone coming round for the night.’

Natalie didn’t mind any more, not now that she understood why Jan was so busy. Soon she would be as well. ‘That’s all right,’ she said with a smile. ‘Don’t forget to ring them up about me tomorrow, will you?’

‘No, I won’t,’ Jan assured her. As the pair of them stepped outside into the fresh air she glanced at Natalie. ‘I really hope I’m doing the right thing for you,’ she said slowly. ‘If you don’t like it, you won’t hold it against me, will you?’

‘I’m going to love it,’ said Natalie confidently. ‘I wanted my life to change, but I didn’t know how to do it. Now you’ve solved the problem for me.’

‘Give me a ring when you’ve finished the course,’ said Jan, hailing a taxi.

‘Aren’t we going to meet again before then?’ asked Natalie.

‘No,’ shouted Jan, climbing into the cab. ‘I haven’t got an evening free for the next two months.’

As the taxi sped away, Natalie shivered with a mixture of nerves and anticipation. She realised that Jan was right. She was more private than her friend, and the two-weekend option was probably the right one for her. She also realised that she’d now taken the
first step on a journey that would lead her to discover new things about herself sexually. Unexpectedly, she was already aroused by the thought of learning to relinquish control and be dominated in bed. It was something that she would never have considered for a moment before hearing about The Haven from Jan and seeing what a difference it had made to her friend.

SIX WEEKS LATER NATALIE
was driving down a small country lane in Sussex, rapidly approaching The Haven. Now that she was nearly there she felt quite nervous. If it hadn’t been for the fact that Jan had risked everything by putting her forward, she might have lost her nerve, turned round and returned to London. However, that wasn’t an option. She had to go through with this. She only hoped that once her two weekends were over she’d be as happy and fulfilled as Jan was.

The Haven was a big old country house set in six acres of grounds. As Natalie parked her car in the courtyard round the back of the ivy-covered building, she saw a few people strolling in the summer sunshine. Interestingly, they were all strolling alone: none of them seemed inclined to talk or mix. Pulling her suitcase and overnight bag out of the boot, she walked into the thickly carpeted reception area. Behind the desk a young auburn-haired girl was standing. She smiled at Natalie. ‘Your name?’ she asked.

‘Natalie Bowen.’

The girl’s eyes flicked down a printed list in front of her. ‘Ah, yes.’ Again the practised smile. ‘You’re in room sixteen. I’ll show you the way.’

Natalie was surprised. She’d expected to be ushered into a large room and made to mix with a crowd of strangers immediately. Clearly she was quite wrong. At the moment this was no different from booking into an ordinary country hotel. ‘Did you find us all right?’ asked the girl, who was wearing a label that said her name was Sue.

‘Yes, thank you. The directions I was sent were very good.’

‘That’s all right then. Here, I expect you’d like to freshen up before the evening meal.’

Now Natalie was even more surprised. ‘Don’t I get to meet any of the other guests first?’ she asked.

‘You can always take a stroll in the grounds. Quite a few of them are out there,’ replied Sue. ‘Mind you, Mr Gill prefers it if first-time guests wait in their room until they’ve had a visit, either from him or his deputy, Simon Ellis.’

‘I see,’ said Natalie meekly. As soon as she was alone she started unpacking, then undressed, showered and put on a short-sleeved summer dress. She was just brushing her long blonde hair when the door to her room opened and a tall, dark man entered.

‘Hi!’ he said. But although his voice was friendly there was no smile on his face. ‘You’re Natalie Bowen, right?’

‘That’s right,’ said Natalie, with a smile. She held out her hand. ‘And you’re …?’

‘Simon Ellis, your personal instructor for the weekend. You are on the two-weekend course, aren’t you?’

‘Yes.’

‘That’s fine. I wanted to make sure I’d got my facts right before we began.’ Taking a notepad out of his jacket pocket he looked around for a pen with which to write.

‘Here,’ said Natalie. ‘Use mine. I was just using it to fill in what I wanted for breakfast on this menu card here.’

‘Thank you. Well, Natalie, when did you last have an orgasm?’

She’d been half turned away from him as he spoke, but as she realised what he’d asked her she spun round to look at him, her eyes wide with shock. ‘Excuse me?’

He frowned. ‘Surely you heard what I said?’

‘I thought you asked when did I last have an orgasm.’

‘That
was
what I said.’

‘I don’t see what business it is of yours.’

Simon looked thoughtfully at her. ‘
Everything
about your sexuality is my business. I’m here to help you change. I can hardly do that if I don’t know what you’re like at the moment.’

Natalie felt very uncomfortable. ‘I suppose not,’ she muttered.

‘You’re not expected to argue with me, you know. The moment you come through the doors of The Haven you are expected to be obedient to our wishes here. Failure to comply with this means that you have to leave. Surely you read our literature? Who was it who recommended you anyway?’ He started to look through some notes on a clipboard that he’d brought with him.

‘It’s all right,’ said Natalie hastily. ‘I just forgot.’

‘I see. Let’s hope we don’t have any further misunderstandings. Perhaps you’ll give me an answer now.’

Natalie was very embarrassed. ‘It must have been over two months ago,’ she admitted at last.

‘Really?’ Simon raised his eyebrows. ‘You mean you haven’t even masturbated in all that time?’

‘No.’

‘Why not?’ His voice was disbelieving.

‘Because I haven’t had time. I’m so tired when I get home from work that all I want to do is have a glass of wine and go to bed.’

‘If sex isn’t important to you why are you here?’ he asked.

Natalie struggled to explain. She was beginning to feel very uncomfortable as he fired intimate questions at her. ‘It is important to me, but I prefer my sex to be with a partner.’

‘You can hardly expect good sex with a partner if you don’t keep in practice. Right, take off your dress and panties, then sit in that chair over there.’

The palms of Natalie’s hands felt damp. Here she was, trapped in a house in the middle of the Sussex countryside with an unknown man ordering her to strip. She could understand why Jan had been hesitant about putting her name forward, because for Natalie the situation was almost unbearable. She swallowed hard. ‘Now?’

‘Well, I don’t intend to go away and come back again when you’re ready for me. Come along, Natalie, it’s a very simple order.’

Clumsily Natalie did as he’d instructed her, but it was only when she actually sat in the large armchair that she realised it wasn’t a normal chair. The seat, which was very deep, sloped sharply backwards and the back was higher than on a normal chair. When she sat down the chair tipped back a little, lifting her feet off the ground.

She watched Simon cross the room towards her. As he drew closer she could see that his dark hair had a few flecks of silver in it, and that despite the darkness of his eyes and eyebrows he had a very pale complexion. His shoulders were broad, his waist slim and he had wonderful cheekbones.

His face would have been attractive but for the fact
that there was no warmth, no softness about him. Instead there was a very real suggestion of danger in the set of his mouth, and in the way his eyes flicked over her. Without a word he grasped her ankles and pushed her legs back so that they were hooked over the arms of the chair. ‘That’s better,’ he said, staring down at her.

Natalie began to blush. She was totally open to him, with her entire vulva on view. She desperately wanted to cover herself up, but lacked the courage.

‘Right, now masturbate yourself for me,’ he said calmly.

It was too much. ‘I can’t,’ she blurted out.

‘What do you mean, you can’t?’

‘I’m sorry but it’s too embarrassing. I feel dreadful, sitting here like this with you …’

He sighed. ‘I hope you’re not going to be difficult,’ he said, with icy politeness. ‘Did I or did I not explain to you a few minutes ago that here at The Haven obedience is everything?’

‘Yes.’

‘You’re an intelligent woman, I understand. You run your own business – what is it, now?’ His eyes flicked over her notes again. ‘Ah yes, you run your own magazine. Well, you should certainly be bright enough to understand what the word “obedience” means, then.’

‘Of course I do.’

‘Then start obeying me. This is only your initial assessment: I dread to think what you’re going to be like when you start mixing with the other guests. You’re certainly going to need a lot of instruction from me, I can see that already.’

Natalie wondered whether this was a good thing or not. She rather suspected that it wasn’t. He took two paces back and then waited, with his arms crossed, for her to begin. She wanted to weep with the humiliation
of it all. This wasn’t what she’d expected, but then Jan hadn’t really given her any idea what went on. She’d said that it was against the rules, and Natalie could understand why. Slowly, reluctantly, she allowed her hand to move down over her belly.

‘Stop,’ said Simon harshly, and her hand froze in mid-movement. ‘You don’t have to rush things. Caress your breasts first.’

Natalie felt very awkward. ‘But that’s not how I usually masturbate,’ she explained.

‘Nevertheless, it’s what I want you to do,’ he said, clearly exerting iron self-control in order to remain civil. Hastily she moved her right hand upwards and tentatively stroked her left breast. She could tell that he was watching her like a hawk, but despite this, as her fingers lightly touched the delicate skin, she felt her hips twitch slightly and realised that she was becoming excited. Immediately she trailed her fingers down over her ribcage.

‘Not yet,’ said Simon. ‘
I
’ll tell you when to move your hand.’

Natalie bit her bottom lip, feeling frustrated and resentful, but she did as she was told. For what seemed like endless minutes she continued to caress each of her breasts in turn, until they were hard and aching, the nipples standing out proudly. Only then did Simon allow her to move her hand lower, but even so he insisted that she spent several minutes stroking her belly and outer thighs.

By this time there was a dull ache between her legs and she could feel her sex lips opening up. When Simon finally allowed her to touch herself between her thighs she was shamefully damp and her fingers slid easily up and down the soft channel inside her outer sex lips.

When he didn’t give her any further instructions
Natalie ran her finger around the entrance to her vagina for a few seconds before drawing it upwards, moving over the moist, silken flesh until she was able to touch the side of her swollen clitoris. Normally it took her a long time to masturbate herself to a climax but this time it was much easier. Already the ache was turning into a pleasurable pulsating sensation. Warmth suffused her lower belly, then her clitoris started to retract as her climax grew nearer.

‘Bear down,’ said Simon.

Startled by the interruption Natalie lost her rhythm for a moment, and uttered a tiny cry of disappointment as the imminent climax ebbed away. She guessed that if she disobeyed him again she wouldn’t be allowed to complete even her first weekend. Knowing that her clitoris, although fully exposed once more, would be too sensitive to touch she could only circle around it, waiting until the delicious tingling began again.

She could hear her breathing growing heavy in the silent room and when she moved her finger in and out of the entrance to her vagina she instinctively tightened herself internally, so that the increased pressure sent sharp spirals of pleasure racing through her lower body.

‘Touch your G-spot,’ said Simon.

‘I’ve never managed to find it,’ gasped the excited Natalie, mortified at her own ignorance.

‘Well, that’s something we’ll get put right over the weekend. Carry on, then.’

She couldn’t have stopped even if he’d told her to because now her whole body felt tight, and moving her hand higher she once more rubbed softly against the side of the tight nub, then whimpered with delight as a violent orgasm tore through her.

Natalie’s breathing was still rapid and her pulse racing when Simon moved nearer to her. ‘Hopefully
that’s reminded your body of what an orgasm’s like. We don’t like our clients to begin any sessions cold, as it were.’

‘What do you want me to do now?’ asked Natalie, breathlessly.

The corners of Simon’s mouth turned up slightly. ‘That’s better – far more the way you’re expected to behave here. Since you’ve asked so nicely you can get up and get dressed.’

She felt a pang of disappointment, having half hoped that there might be more pleasure to come from him. It was mortifying to see how apparently unmoved he was by what he’d been witnessing. But when she took her eyes off his face and glanced lower she could see a tell-tale bulge in the crotch of his trousers, which was quite a relief. A relief, yet also humiliating. Never before had she masturbated herself to orgasm in front of a man, not even to please a lover, let alone a perfect stranger.

As she dressed, Simon glanced at his clipboard. ‘Right, there are a few more things I need to know before I leave you. First of all, your favourite sexual position?’