Afghan Bound (14 page)

Thoughts of the training school in Mashhad where the delectable Miss Haines had been taught flashed through David's mind, as did the house of Ayub in Karachi, and the unforgettable, if cruelly run, International Club. But these places were in Iran and Pakistan; surely their like didn't exist in Britain. David wanted to learn more.

‘Are there many of these schools?' he inquired.

‘That was the only one we could find,' said Richard. ‘And it was so booked up it wasn't easy to get the girls in. It was very expensive too.'

‘And does it train women to be fully submissive?'

Richard and Craig looked at each other while the two sisters excused themselves to go to the bathroom. David openly admired the rear view of Kimberly in her basque, and both of them in their shimmering silk stockings that encased their shapely legs like a second skin.

‘Mind you stay away from the kitchen,' Richard called after them. ‘We don't want the caterers seeing you like that.' Once they'd left the room he answered David's last question.

‘When we went to the school we had to fill in a questionnaire asking which needs required most attention. We discussed it with the girls, and we chose the certain elements of the training programme which suited us all. There were some things we decided against – as they didn't appeal to the girls.'

‘We agreed to them being trained to a certain extent, but we didn't want to go too far.' said Craig. ‘After all, we all wanted pleasure – the girls included.'

‘But I thought you said they're submissive,' said David, realising with increasing excitement that perhaps things here in Britain were not as staid as he thought.

‘They are submissive,' said Richard, not quite understanding David's point. ‘They attend to all our needs. They do everything we ask. What more can we want from them?'

‘Do they really attend to all your needs? Do they really satisfy you in every way?' David pursued the point, his eyebrows raised in a manner of superiority. ‘Are you – for example – able to demand anal sex?'

‘No, we all decided against that.' Craig answered, looking uncomfortably at Richard. ‘The girls didn't want to indulge. They think it uncivilised and rough. They are from good stock you know David. They always retain their high standards.'

David smiled to himself and thought of the two sisters sprawled in ornate leather armchairs with a collection of men masturbating over their nudity; very high standards. ‘And you, Craig – don't you want to indulge either? Don't you fancy the idea of anal sex? Of sliding your cock into your wife's lovely tight bottom?'

‘I – um.' Craig looked a little flustered by the candid questions.

‘And what about you Richard?' David was beginning to wonder how much control they actually had over their wives. He knew now there was still a vast difference between the cultures of his travelled lands and the country he was now in.

Richard spoke quietly. ‘Of course we like the idea, but at the end of the day we want our wives to enjoy their roles as well. We look after them and don't hurt them. Well, not too much, the odd strapping now and then perhaps. In return they allow us to have control of their bodies. We're happy, aren't we?' He turned to his partner who, by the look on his face, wasn't so sure. David noticed his thoughtful response.

‘Then they're not submissive at all,' David goaded. ‘They're only submissive while it pleases them. They are the ones who call the shots. Oh yes, they'll do what you want them to do – within a certain set of rules, which it seems to me they have dictated. But in reality, to have submissive women means there are no rules – no regulations. They will and must do what you want. You are the masters. You make the rules. So don't sit and tell me about the control you exert. Seems to me you don't have any! If you want to shove your cock up her arse then she should be ready and willing. If you want her to suck and lick your cock then she will do it with no hesitation at all. Do they ever fuck with other men?'

Craig reconfirmed that at the club events were never allowed to go that far.

‘And whose decision was that?' asked David. ‘No – don't tell me, I bet I know. Wouldn't you like to see it happen? Perhaps bent over a table with their legs kicked wide and some blokes taking them from behind. Or kneeling and having to suck some strange cock. Don't you think they should be giving someone else the pleasure they give you?'

Craig, who's penis was uncurling in his pants at the thought of his wife's body being caressed and fondled by other men, said: ‘Yes I do – if I'm honest. But people don't actually do things like that – do they? I mean, I dream of such things, but we can't just go out and do everything we dream about, can we?'

‘And why not?' David pushed. ‘If you need to have pleasure from such things, if you want to see your wife do such things, then you must do it. It's as simple as that.'

‘It can't be that simple,' retorted Richard, furtively thinking of the many fantasies he himself had had involving his wife and other men – often two or three at the same time. ‘If it was that simple we'd all be doing it, the world over.'

‘It would surprise you how many men in the world are actually living such lives. I've seen much in my travels, and gained much experience.'

‘What sort of experience?' Richard couldn't hide his interest.

David teased his two drooling colleagues by reminding them that the girls would be back soon, and that they'd better change the subject.

‘Don't worry,' said Craig eagerly. ‘They'll be ages yet – you know what women are like once they get together in a bathroom.'

David raised a quizzical eyebrow. Craig realised how his last statement must have sounded and blushed. ‘Oh, no, I didn't mean that they're…' he loosened his tie. ‘They're not that way inclined. No, I just meant, you know, when they get chatting, and doing their hair, and swapping perfumes, and—'

David smiled at his flustered friend. ‘Don't worry – I know what you meant.'

He made a play of checking his watch and glancing at the door, as if expecting to see the girls coming back at any moment. The men were on the edge of their seats. He was enjoying this.

He eventually relented and told his two eagerly listening colleagues a few of the events he had encountered. He told them about the Afghan beauty. He told them about Calsoom. The men devoured his every word. They were spellbound, like two boys listening to an exciting fairy tale. They stared as he concluded his description of the International Club and his encounter with Miss Haines.

There was silence for some minutes.

‘I could live like that!' Craig eventually exclaimed.

‘Me too,' agreed Richard.

‘But there's no way Stephanie would agree to it.'

Richard shook his head. ‘Nor Kimberly.'

David cut in impatiently. ‘Stop being so negative. You must make them do it. You must make them attend to your every wish, your every need, whatever they may be.'

‘But we've lived like this for a while now. It's not so easy to change.' Craig sighed.

‘It is easy. I'll help you if you like. I'll give you some tips and start you on your way.' David hoped they would take him up on his invitation; the thought of teaching Stephanie and Kimberly was highly arousing.

‘How would you be able to help?' asked Richard. ‘From what you've told us you've never actually trained a woman. Seems to me you were either watching or enjoying the end product.'

David smiled as he remembered the awakening pleasure he felt from watching the Afghan being punished. ‘Believe me, I know,' he said. It was time to close the deal. ‘I'll start their first lesson as soon as they return from whatever they're doing. Do they always take this long in the bathroom?'

The two men looked at each other without speaking; each was waiting for the other to make the commitment. David knew he was close, so he adopted an assumptive air and outlined the training agenda. He told them they were not to interfere – no matter what occurred. They were to be his assistants, and were to do exactly as instructed.

At that moment the girls returned. David cursed under his breath; he hadn't quite got the final green light. He'd just have to take the lead and hope his judgement was right; he could be run out of the practice if he was reading these people incorrectly.

He looked at the girls. They really were quite gorgeous in their nakedness. He took a deep breath – it was now or never.

‘Your husbands have told me of the levels of submissiveness to which you'll both indulge.'

The sisters looked at each other, and then back to David.

‘What do you mean?' asked Kimberly.

Stephanie threw her husband a questioning glare.

‘What I mean is that one minute you're telling me you're fully submissive and do your husbands' bidding, and the next minute I find out you're only submissive while it pleases you. Is that correct?'

‘No it isn't,' answered Stephanie. ‘We all decided together. It was a joint decision, wasn't it.' She looked confidently for her husband's agreement.

Craig looked down at the carpet and shuffled his feet.

‘What's going on?' she demanded. ‘And what's it got to do with you?' she turned on David. ‘How dare you?'

‘It has plenty to do with me. It's quite clear that the training school you attended was far too lenient with you both, and that the money your husbands invested towards your training has been all but wasted.'

‘I don't understand,' said a bewildered Kimberly. ‘What do you mean?'

‘What I mean is that Richard and Craig are not fully satisfied with your degree of submissiveness. They've asked me to further your education.' He paused, waiting for an objection from one of the men. None came.

‘Bend over – both of you.'

‘I beg your pardon—?'

‘I want to look at your arses again. They tell me you don't accept anal sex.'

‘We will not bend over!' blurted Kimberly.

‘And no, we don't,' snarled Stephanie. ‘It's disgusting!'

Their belligerence surprised David. Perhaps this training thing wasn't as straightforward as he'd thought. Perhaps he wasn't cut out for it after all. He shifted a little uncomfortably. He must not let them detect his doubt. If that happened he was lost. He noticed the girls were strong together; divide and conquer – that was the key.

‘You will do as I tell you!' he said as positively as he could. ‘Kimberly!'

She didn't move. This wasn't going well. He looked at Richard. ‘If you would kindly inform your wife that for the duration of this session she is to obey orders from me – and me alone.' This was his last throw of the dice. Humiliation beckoned.

Richard nodded to Kimberly, and to David's huge relief she turned, bent forward, and placed her hands on her knees. Stephanie immediately did the same. David expelled a long quiet sigh. Now the initial resistance was broken he could proceed in a professional manner.

‘I also understand that you refuse to have sex with or fellate other men.'

‘That's right,' whispered Kimberly over her shoulder. ‘Richard wouldn't like it.'

‘Nor would Craig,' Stephanie supported her sister. She looked at her husband for confirmation, but it was not in his eyes.

David decided it was time to turn the screw. ‘Now, both of you look to your front, and remain totally still and quiet. Understand?'

Both girls nodded.

He removed his leather belt from his trousers and stood behind the two gloriously exposed bottoms. He took a long back-swing, and then brought the belt whistling down upon Stephanie's soft flesh. She screamed and a red welt rose immediately, but she bravely stood her ground. Kimberly trembled in fearful expectation, and then mirrored her sister's outcry as the leather cracked into her buttocks. She whimpered a little, but otherwise remained obediently silent.

‘Now, I'm giving the belt to the men, who have my permission to strike again should you do anything to my disliking.' He handed the belt to Craig, whose eyes were glued to the welt darkening on his wife's bottom. ‘I'll be back in a few minutes.'

He went upstairs to the master bedroom and collected a few required articles. On his way back down to his hosts he wandered into the kitchens. Two catering assistants didn't hear him enter.

‘I know what I'd give 'em,' one was saying. ‘I've always fancied shaggin' an upper class bitch. I'd give 'em both what for.'

David stood in the shadows and listened to the two teenagers.

‘You reckon?' said the other. ‘They'd eat you up and spit you out in little pieces. You couldn't handle birds like that.'

‘Oh yeah? And you could I s'pose?'

‘Fuckin' right.'

‘Wanker.'

They fell silent and carried on with their pretty meaningless tasks, both slightly indignant at the other's insult.