No Safeword: Matte - the Honeymoon

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No Safeword: Matte – The Honeymoon
© August 2014 by Candace
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No
Safeword: Matte

The
Honeymoon

“I can’t believe how
green
everything is,” Sam
said as they pulled out of the airport in their rental car.

“I know,” Ethan agreed. “It’s almost like it’s a
different shade of green than we have at home. More vibrant or something. Makes
me want to run.”

“My thoughts exactly. Maybe we can go for a run on
the beach when we get to the house? We’ve had to sit far too much today.”

Ethan caressed her thigh. “I intend to pretty
thoroughly wear you out tonight, but a short two or three mile run sounds
good.” He nodded towards the on-board computer. “Can you put the address in for
the UPS Store and grocery store, so we can get those stops out of the way
before we find the house?”

Sam looked the addresses up on her phone, keyed them
in, and said, “I wasn’t too sure about the last plane ride, from the big island
to Maui, but it turned out to be a lot of fun. I’ve never ridden in such a tiny
plane before.”

Ethan chuckled. “I’m just glad we splurged for first
class tickets for the long trip from Atlanta to Hawaii. The puddle jumper at
the end was fun, but I enjoyed tormenting you under the blanket on the sleek
jet.”

When they went into The UPS Store for Ethan to pick
up the toys he’d shipped, Sam was surprised to see a few smaller packages as
well as the large box Ethan had sent, but when she asked about them he only
smiled and changed the subject.

Still caught up in how impossibly green the landscape
appeared, and a little mesmerized by the odd cloud formations against the
brilliant blue sky, Sam was quiet for the last leg of their drive as the GPS
directed them to their rental house.

The online pictures had made her think more of a
Pizza Hut than a home designed for paradise, but the photos hadn’t done it
justice. The lavish house sat in the middle of six acres of beautiful grasses,
unusual trees, and unfamiliar but gorgeous tropical plants creating a thick
brushy area around the structure. Also, she hadn’t quite grasped the scale.
Three thousand square feet in a single level home was
huge
.

“You don’t see green lawns leading down to the beach
in Florida,” Sam said as she released her seatbelt.

“Not in the tourist areas, anyway.”

Sam tilted her head in acquiescence and Ethan changed
the subject. “I’m not sure how Kirsten knew about this place, or managed to get
us such a great deal, but I think we owe her an extra special souvenir.”

“Definitely. You’re still up for a two or three mile
run, right? The beach is practically calling to me.”

Ethan leaned across the four-wheel drive SUV they’d
rented to give her a quick peck on the lips. “Have I mentioned lately how
perfect you are for me? Let’s get our luggage inside, change clothes, and work
off some energy.” He reached into the back floorboard for the groceries they’d
just bought, opened his door, and added, “No wonder you’re so ready for a run
or an intense workout on the days you’re stuck in court all day.”

They gave themselves a quick tour of the house, and
wondered at the guest room that seemed more like a high-class jail than
luxurious rental. The room consisted of a utilitarian shelf mounted to the wall
in place of a bed, with a nice mattress on the shiny metal. Another stainless
shelf, with rounded corners, was across the room at the height of a dresser. A
corner of the room served as bathroom, with a toilet and sink against one wall,
and a shower head mounted to the ceiling with a large floor drain under it. The
floor was a rough stone tile throughout the room, and fancy metal scrollwork on
the windows would keep anyone from escaping.

“What on earth?” Sam mused.

“Kirsten told me the house can double as kink
central, maybe this is for people who want to be locked up?”

“She told us the rafters can support suspension, and
the house is soundproof, and a few other peculiarities. It seems odd she didn’t
mention this room.”

He put his hand at her back and nudged her away.
“We’ll ask her about it later. We should put the groceries away before the ice
cream melts.”

They unpacked, changed into running clothes, and
decided to walk for a quarter mile before running, in lieu of stretching first.

The clean salt air, the cool ocean breeze, the sound
of the waves, the soft sand under her feet, and the rhythm of she and Ethan
running in step soon made everything disappear in her head, and Sam became the
run. No worries, no hassles, no upcoming anal torment — just her, Ethan,
the beach, the deep ocean, and the endless sky.

Ethan’s watch beeped to signal they’d reached a mile
and a half, and the two slowed and looked at each other. “I know it isn’t in
the plans,” said Sam, “but I’m a little disappointed it’s time to turn back
already.”

“I know the feeling, but we’re heading back anyway.”
He pulled her to him and kissed her thoroughly before adding, “Your ass is mine
tonight, Samantha. No one around to hear you scream, no safewords.” He popped
her on the ass, hard, and took off without her.

Sam’s stomach did a backwards handspring into her
heart, and she paused a second to reorient before pushing off from the sand to
catch up. No safeword for the first time he took her ass? She was equal parts
excited and terrified. He’d been entirely too happy to remind her she didn’t
have a safeword, and she thought she might have liked it better when he seemed
conflicted about taking it from her.

The couple didn’t speak again until they reached the
house.

“Showers?” asked Sam.

Ethan shook his head. “The scene starts now,
Samantha. I don’t intend to keep you on speech restriction all evening, but for
now, no talking unless you’re asked a direct question.”

Sam nodded her understanding and Ethan continued.
“Strip and go into the blue bedroom down the hall from the master suite. You
can use the restroom if you need to, and then kneel on the floor to wait for
me.”

Ethan took nearly five minutes to meet her, and when
he arrived Sam’s heart sped at the site of the enema equipment casually draped
over his arm.

He tossed a folded piece of plastic on the bed.
“Spread that across the bed while I get everything else set up. There’s a whole-house
filtration system, which makes preparation a good deal easier.”

Sam heard him filling the enema bag as she smoothed
the plastic shower curtain over the bed, and then stood beside it with her arms
folded at the small of her back and her eyes on the floor.

He carried a small bucket with a bulb in it, as well
as the bloated enema bag, and she watched from the corner of her eye as he hung
the bag on the metal canopy over the bed and settled the bucket on the
glass-topped bedside table.

The largest enema nozzle she’d ever seen hung from
the enema bag, and Sam had to work to keep from reacting.

“This has never been one of my kinks, either,” Ethan
said, “but I found myself intrigued as you talked about being turned on by my
having this level of control over your body.” He stroked her cheek and kissed
her forehead. “I’ve discovered I like the idea as well, especially knowing it
turns you on for me to command something so personal, so fundamental. I had to
order some things kind of last minute, and have them shipped here instead of to
the house.”

He stepped away and motioned towards the bed. “Hands
and knees on the bed, with your ass facing me. I’ll get some towels and be
right back.”

She grasped the large, black nozzle and was relieved
to discover it was flexible and not rigid plastic. She could handle both the
length and width no problem after the training Ethan had put her through, but
she still had to wonder how it would feel to have her ass spread wide while the
water went in. And the hole in the center was pretty big around — how
would so much water feel going in all at once? The bag had to hold at least a
gallon; there was no way she could take so much.

Ethan wouldn’t take long to get the towels, so she
quickly climbed onto the bed. The plastic crinkled under her knees as she
situated herself, and she managed to be in place with her back arched just as
he returned. “Mmmm, I do love this view. Have I ever told you just how much I
love your ass? I can’t wait to ram my cock into it.”

His words were beginning to have an effect, and Sam
had to keep from reaching for her clit as it grew and throbbed in the open air
between her spread legs.

“Soapsuds with the bulb first for an initial
cleanout, and then we’ll see how much water you can hold. No words yet,
Samantha darling; I’ll tell you when you can go.”

Did that mean she couldn’t ask? Couldn’t let him know
when she
really
needed to go to the bathroom? She could always whine and
moan, but she hated having to communicate without words. However, she knew how
much he enjoyed taking her power from her in as many ways as possible, and in a
twisted sort of way, she’d miss it if he stopped.

Didn’t mean she always had to like it, though.

He lubed her ass quickly before turning his attention
to the side table. She heard the water rushing into the bulb as he squeezed and
released in the bucket, and turned to see him moving the bulb from the bucket
to her ass.

He filled her with the bulb twice, and the cramps
started almost immediately. Damn, why did she have to tell him this turned her
on? Shit, she needed to go, and the toilet was at least twenty steps away.

Sam whined as she turned to look at him, trying to
beg with her eyes.

Instead of telling her to go, he asked, “How did you
tell me you took your mind off things so you could hold it longer? Show me.”

Sam fell to her side, reached for her clit, and
humped her hand with exaggerated motions. As before, the movement confused her
muscles and the cramps subsided to something a lot more bearable.

She kept at it a few minutes, changing positions and
altering her pumping action until a sharp cramp hit and she barely kept from
screaming “Fuck!” by switching at the last minute to a wordless scream.

When the cramp subsided he said, “Okay, Samantha.
Head to the bathroom when you’re ready.”

Sam slid from the bed and rushed to the bathroom,
thankful Ethan didn’t follow.

When she returned to the bedroom Ethan was sitting in
a chair looking at his phone, but he set it to the side and gave her his
undivided attention. “You have your speech privileges back, but don’t forget
your manners.”

He nodded towards the hanging enema bag. “The water
was almost hot when I put it in; I just checked it and the temperature should
be good. You’ll let me know if it isn’t.” He motioned towards two stacks of
towels. “The towels on the right are bath sheets, put one of them on the
plastic, so you’ll be more comfortable.”

He waited until she began smoothing it over the bed
to continue. “I’ll give you a small enema first to rinse the soap out —
about a quarter of the bag. When you come back we’ll see how much you can take.
I’ve discovered I like the idea of forcing you to take more than you think you
can handle. I decide what goes in you, and how much.”

He leaned across the bed to smooth a wrinkle she
wouldn’t be able to reach until she climbed onto the bed. “I expect you to
communicate, to tell me when you think you’ve had enough, to let me know when
the cramps hit, and most certainly to let me know if the pain becomes more than
you can handle. However, the final call on how much you get and how long you’re
expected to hold it will be mine, not yours.”

Sam climbed onto the bed and rested on her left side.
Ethan didn’t tell her how he wanted her, so she decided she’d take the
initiative until told otherwise. He didn’t correct her, but walked to her and began
to lube the big-assed evil looking nozzle.

He fingered her briefly to distribute the lube, and
began pushing the nozzle in without ceremony.

“I love the way your ass looks as it stretches around
the black silicone. I can’t wait until I’m watching my cock make the same
trip.”

He pushed until he met resistance, and flipped the
clamp to release the water.

Sam groaned as the warm water flowed into her, and
Ethan asked, “How’s the temperature?”

“It’s good, Sir. Much more and it’d be too hot, and
I’ve never used it this warm, but I think it might help with the cramps.
Maybe.”

“That’s the idea. Ice water enemas are used as
punishment because the cold creates cramps. Warm water helps keep them at bay.”

He stopped the flow long before Sam would’ve asked,
and said, “Okay, up on your hands and knees a second.”

His large hand covered her stomach, his fingers
massaging and prodding. He finally pulled it away and gently removed the
nozzle. “Okay, slowly roll onto your left side, and keep going until you’re on
your back.”

Sam did as he asked and he spread her legs and
massaged the area around her clit without actually touching it. Sam moaned and
pushed her hips up, silently begging for more, but he only smiled and continued
to torture her.

When a cramp hit and she pulled her knees up and
rolled onto her side, he massaged her stomach until it subsided, and then gave
her permission to go to the restroom.

When she returned, he had her get comfortable, lubed
her again, pressed the nozzle into her ass, and started once more without
ceremony. He allowed her to change positions as often as she wanted, and
suggested she masturbate when she begged him to let her go to the bathroom. Her
stomach swelled as the bag emptied, and Sam squeezed her bottom as tight as she
could, terrified some liquid would come out during a spasm.

 He let the water go in slow, and stopped when
cramps hit, but didn’t relent until the bag gurgled as it emptied into her. He
was sympathetic, and he soothed her during cramps, and played with her between
them to keep her horny. Once again, the dichotomy of him being both tormentor
and nurturer threw Sam off balance. She loved him for the comfort he gave,
while part of her brain kept trying to remind her he was responsible for her
needing comfort in the first place.