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Safeword: Matte – In Training
© June 2014 by Candace Blevins

 

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Safeword: Matte

In Training

 

By Candace
Blevins

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Matte
, pronounced
mah-tay
, is the word used in some
forms of martial arts to stop a fight.

It’s the Japanese word
for
stop
or
wait
.

 

 

 

 

 

 

The wedding is four months away, and Ethan
has promised to train Sam to handle a planned honeymoon activity.
He’s calculated the math to figure out her goals each week. When
she reaches the weekly target she gets a massage and lots of fun
orgasms. But if she doesn’t, it’s the stainless steel cane.

All this along with navigating her clients’
drama, planning a wedding, dealing with her mother while planning
the wedding, and having lots and lots of wild and kinky sex.

And we haven’t even mentioned the
bachelorette party.

 

Warning: This title contains graphic
language, consensual BDSM some may find objectionable, anal sex,
bondage, and the use of toys including crops, clips, clamps, plugs,
and gags.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter One

Sam looked at the ring on her finger and her
knees went weak. Again.

She wasn’t worried about marrying Ethan so
much as freaking out about how ideal her life seemed. Did anyone
get their idea of a perfect life for long, before something came
along to screw with it?

As a divorce attorney, she’d seen enough
‘happily ever after’ stories go horribly wrong to know there were
no guarantees she and Ethan would live out their lives in blissful
harmony. But she knew marriages survived — her parents and Ethan’s
parents were proof.

Panicking never solved anything, nor did
focusing on the negative, so she took a deep breath and reminded
herself they were starting better than most couples, and had a
really good chance of making it work. They both communicated when
there were issues, and both were willing to compromise when needed.
As long as they kept up the communication, they should be fine.
Theoretically.

“What’s going through your head? You’re
supposed to look happy when you stare at the ring on your
finger.”

Her gaze flew to Ethan’s and she smiled.
“I’m just thinking. You know I’m happy, right? I wouldn’t have said
yes if I didn’t think we could make it work. I want to spend the
rest of my life with you, I’m just...”

Ethan let the silence
weigh heavily for several long moments, as if he were seeing if
she’d finish. He finally said, “I think the worst choice of career
for a fiancée has to be divorce attorney. If someone had told me a
year ago I’d be engaged to one I’d have told them they were crazy.”
He shook his head, pulled her into his embrace, and added, “But you
aren’t the average divorce attorney. You aren’t the average
anything
, and it’s part
of why I love you so much.” He leaned back, looked into her face,
and brushed a loose strand of hair away from her face. “Still, it
has to be hard, watching the end of relationships that likely
started out with such promise.”

“Yes,” Sam nodded, relieved he understood
without getting his feelings hurt, “but I think it’s also given me
a window into the type of people who are bad marriage material, and
you don’t fit the bill,” she said as she poked his chest with her
pointer finger. “You’re honest, you’re a good communicator, you
hold yourself responsible for your actions, and you’re considerate
of other’s feelings. We’ve only known each other five months, but…”
She shook her head. “You know what? I don’t want to talk about that
right now. I want to hear more about your plans for, ummm,
preparing me for our honeymoon.”

Ethan eyed her a moment before saying, “Five
months and three weeks, which rounds up to six months. As for your
training, I’d planned to give you the basic outline tonight. I’ve
ordered a few things that should be here Thursday or Friday, so
we’ll begin the training Friday evening. I intended to email you
some things to read before I explain the process, but we can talk
it over instead, if you’d like.”

“Yeah. I’d like.” Sam rolled her eyes.
“That’s why said I wanted to hear it.”

Her insides warmed and her stomach
threatened to flip-flop as Ethan’s eyebrows rose, but they weren’t
in a scene at the moment so he couldn’t punish her for being a
smart-ass. Thank goodness.

He relaxed his eyebrows as he flashed a
quick smirk — he knew his look had affected her, but didn’t comment
and easily carried on with their conversation. “You’re an athlete
with good flexibility and probably already know most of this, but
I’ll detail it anyway to be sure you correlate what you know about
flexibility with anal training.”

She put it together in her
head, talking as she thought. “Yeah, the rectum is a strong muscle,
so stretching should be like….
Oh
.”

Ethan smiled and let her go as she stepped
out of his arms. “All stretching will happen from Friday evening
through Sunday. I’ll expect you to be able to handle the next size
up on Sunday without difficulty, and then keep yourself accustomed
to the new size throughout the week so you’ll be prepared to be
stretched again Friday evening.”

“You aren’t expecting me to wear a plug at
work, are you?”

“Of course not,” he said with a smile and a
quick shake of his head. “During the week you’ll be required to
insert the training tool four times a day for a total of forty-five
minutes per day, at least two hours apart, with a minimum of five
minutes per insertion. This means you can have it in for thirty
minutes once, and five minutes three times. Or for twenty minutes
once, five minutes once, and ten minutes the other two times.” He
paused a beat before adding, “When necessary, you’ll have the
option of reducing it to three times a day, though your total time
will increase to one hour. You’ll need to clear it with me if you
want to alter the schedule more than twice a week, though.”

Sam thought it through; she could do it in
the morning before work, and then at around 5:30, 7:30, and 9:30 in
the evenings. If she had to wear it five minutes on a lunch break
she probably could, to knock out one of the evening times. He’d
said this was during the week, though. Her gaze rose to his eyes.
“And on the weekend?”

His smile was maybe just a little too
gleeful. “We’ll be together on the weekends, and you’ll be required
to submit as often and as long as I say.”

Sam’s insides flared to life. He could set
her on fire just by changing his tone of voice, but — remembering
his smirk from earlier — she worked hard to keep her face and body
relaxed as she said, “You just asked me to marry you yesterday,
when did you order the…stuff?”

“Last night after you went to sleep, and I
paid extra for expedited shipping.”

Neither of them said anything for a few
seconds and he pulled an exam glove and a small bottle of lube from
his pocket. “Strip and get on the bed; knees and shoulders, with
your arms spread to the side.”

Her pulse jumped to life as his tone of
voice changed and her body anticipated the promise of a scene.

Ethan stretched the glove over his large
hand while she stripped. His deep voice kept a steady tone as he
said, “I’ll be using gloves to finger you, and all toys and tools
will be smooth. I intend to prepare you for my size and length, but
I don’t want you accustomed to friction. Nothing in the next four
months will give the motion of having your ass fucked. You won’t
feel my flesh in your ass, not even fingers, until our
honeymoon.”

Sam climbed onto the bed and spread her
knees wide before laying her chest on the bed with her back arched
sharply, the way she knew he liked. She spread her arms as
instructed and, when he placed them in her hands, she grasped the
straps now permanently threaded between mattress and box
spring.

“I won’t bind you today, but I expect you to
hold the straps. If you let go you’ll be punished. I won’t take
your voice this evening, but you need to use respect if you choose
to speak.”

Sam wanted to turn her head to look at him,
but remained motionless as she said, “Yes, Sir. Thank you,
Sir.”

She felt a lubed finger at her ass a brief
moment before Ethan pushed it in without hesitation, all at once,
and then held still.

“I won’t be able to get an accurate
measurement until tomorrow night, but tonight I intend to get an
idea of the starting point, so I can do some preliminary math.”

His finger was quickly removed and replaced
with two. Probably. He had such large hands, two of his fingers
felt like three of anyone else’s. He went slower this time, but not
slow enough, and she groaned as she fought to stay relaxed and
accept the invasion. His fingers stopped at her groan and he said,
“You have your voice tonight Samantha, let me know when it’s too
much. I’ll hold here until you’re used to me. Tell me when I can
push again.”

Sam took a series of deep breaths as she
focused on relaxing the muscles of her thighs and bottom as well as
her asshole. When she was completely relaxed around his fingers she
said, “Okay Sir, I think I’m ready.”

“That’s not what I instructed you to
say.”

She held back a sigh as she said, “Please
push your fingers into me some more, Sir.”

Someday she’d stop fighting her submission
and give him what he wanted without making him insist. It was so
hard, though. She hated having to ask for something so
specifically, and he knew it.

He pushed in slower this time, and she
pulled in another breath and focused on relaxing around him as she
blew it out. When she’d taken the full length of his fingers he
held them firm a few seconds before she felt his fingers at her
pussy.

“I’m going to encourage
you to orgasm at least once every time you have something
stretching your ass. Every time you insert the training tools,
you’ll text me the length of time in minutes, followed by
either
plus O
or
minus O
.”

Sam’s body shifted forward and back on the
bed as the fingers in her pussy pistoned in and out, swiping across
her g-spot with each pass, and all she could do was screech the
beginnings of an orgasm.

“You wish something was
touching your clit, don’t you? But you’re going to come with
something in your ass and pussy, with your clit left hanging
without any attention at all. Come for me.
Now
.”

Sam’s legs went week as she gripped the
straps and held on. The walls of her pussy spasmed around him as
her ass tried to close around the fingers spreading it wide. She
desperately wanted to release the strap and reach for her clit, but
all she could do was hump his hands to try to bring the orgasm to
its peak. She screamed through the waves and tremors, and felt his
gloved fingers sliding deeper inside her ass as she soaked the
non-gloved, work-roughened fingers inside her pussy.

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