Safeword: Matte - In Training (15 page)

He stood, looked down at her once again, and
his gazed seemed to peer straight into her soul. “Even your tongue
is probably starting to protest. What is it about hurting you that
makes me just want to hurt you more?”

He turned away from her, as if he suddenly
couldn’t bear for her to see into his soul.

He walked behind her and leaned down to
reach towards her right foot. She instinctively raised it, and
heard the metal sheet — no longer ice cold — slide out from under
her foot. He did the same to her left. “Are you horny again,
Samantha?”

He stood behind her and met her gaze in the
mirror. She nodded in the affirmative and he smirked. God, how she
wished she could knock that look off his face. His eyes narrowed as
he read her face. “We’ll have a discussion about that look
tomorrow.”

He must have zipped his pants before he
rubbed the cum from her eye, and he took the time now to fasten the
button and buckle his belt. He’d used his shirt as a rag,
apparently, as he stood shirtless, which only stoked her arousal
level higher.

How could she want to knock him on his ass
and wish he’d fuck her senseless at the same damned time? Her
tongue started to pull into her mouth, but she caught it before it
was all the way in, and stuck it back out. The edges were drying,
and the cum in the middle had cooled. Ethan had been right about
the muscles protesting, too.

“I’m going across the hall to the restroom.
I’ll leave the doors open; grunt if you need me. I don’t know how
long I’ll be gone, but I’ll stay within earshot, and may ask you to
grunt occasionally. I expect to see the cum in the middle of your
tongue when I return.

It was harder to hold her tongue out without
his presence to give her incentive. She watched the door carefully
as she drew her tongue into her open mouth, careful to keep the cum
in the center. She began to relax a little and nearly swallowed it,
and the realization of how easy it would be to lose it convinced
her to push her tongue back out. She made it as comfortable as
possible and closed her eyes as she tried to find the best angle
for her torso, with a balance between the pain in her shoulders and
arms, and the strain on her abs.

He asked her to grunt a few times, and she
did. She couldn’t tell for sure where he was by his voice, but
trusted him to stay near enough to hear her if she needed him.

When he finally returned his eyes were no
longer hard, and he released her legs before supporting her body
and gently releasing her arms and supporting them so they came back
around her body in slow motion, allowing the muscles to settle into
their proper positions once more. “You can swallow.”

It was disgusting going down, but she was so
thankful to pull her tongue back in her mouth, her body didn’t
protest too much. “Thank you, Sir.”

“You’re welcome. Let’s get you upstairs and
I’ll rub you down before we continue.”

He stopped by the bathroom so she could wash
her face, and once he finally had her back in bed he took his time
rubbing cream into her ass, and massaging her upper back,
shoulders, and chest muscles.

As he was finishing with the front of her
shoulders, her eyes followed his to the clock and she was surprised
to see it was barely seven o’clock. They’d managed an early start,
but still, she felt as if it must be after ten.

“I don’t think you need anything bigger than
the current ring yet. I know you said you didn’t want to sleep with
anything stretching you, but if you’re going to reach your goal by
Sunday I think you should reconsider.”

He was right, of course. If she wore this
tonight he’d have a better chance of inserting something larger
tomorrow. She took a breath, considered her words again, and then
spoke before she could chicken out.

“I’ll trust your judgment about what I need
from now until I meet my goal, Sir. I don’t want to sleep with the
depth training dildo, but I’ll accept whatever else you feel I can
handle, for as long as you feel is necessary. If I grow weak and
change my mind, I’m okay with your ignoring my safeword, Sir.”

“Thanks for the offer.”
His smile was gentle, and Sam relaxed as she assumed he was
accepting. “But if you safeword and want it out, I’ll take it out.
You aren’t going to make this my responsibility, Samantha. I’ll
help, but it’s
your
responsibility to have your ass ready for the
test.”

She closed her eyes briefly, but opened them
to nod and say, “Yes, Sir.”

He removed the stretching ring’s plug and
inserted the depth training dildo, methodically fastening the
harness around her. She gasped as he tightened the straps holding
her pussy lips apart, and he chuckled.

“Now, my dear, I’m going to put you through
hell. If you come I’ll pussy whip you with the squid whip. The
first time will be twenty strokes, the second forty, the third
sixty, and so on. A safeword will make me stop for a count of ten
before resuming. Overuse of the safeword will result in my adding
days to your orgasm denial sentence. These rules aren’t new, but
I’d like you to agree to them again before we begin.”

She nodded and said, “Yes Sir. I’ve already
agreed to them in writing. But I’ll agree to them again
verbally.”

Ethan spent the next hour and a half driving
her to the brink of an orgasm, allowing her to cool off for a short
time only to take her to the edge once more. She only came once,
and he attached her right ankle to right wrist, left ankle to left
wrist, clipped them to the straps at her sides, and pulled her
wrists and ankles as close to the edge of the bed as her muscles
and joints allowed.

She promised herself she
wouldn’t safeword through the twenty strokes, but she couldn’t bear
it anymore and screamed her safeword on the fourteenth stroke. He
dropped the flogger and held his hands up and said
fourteen
ten times,
folding a finger in with each iteration. When all of his fingers
were folded in, he retrieved the flogger and began again without
ceremony, continuing with fifteen as if he hadn’t
stopped.

He didn’t release her wrists and ankles when
he began the never-ending stimulation again, and it was harder to
hold her orgasm back without the ability to move her legs around to
alter the sensations in and around her pussy. However, the
knowledge she’d receive double the number of strikes at her next
slip was enough incentive to make her hold onto her orgasms even
when she was sure it was impossible.

When he finally released
her, she was horrified to see him retrieve the marbles. Holding
them produced spontaneous orgasms during the best of circumstances,
and after hours of orgasm teasing and denial, there would be no way
to hold it at bay
and
retain the marbles.

“I’m not sure this is fair, Sir.”

“What isn’t fair about it?”

“I always have a hard time not coming when I
hold them in. If I have to do it now, after what you’ve just put me
through…there’s no way. Sir.”

He sat on the bed and pulled her to stand
between his legs, so they were eye to eye. “If Tom only gave you
exercises you could already do, would you ever get better?”

“No, but I’m not punished when I can’t do
them.”

“Really? So, when he puts you with someone
better than you, and you get hit, flipped, and kicked until you
learn to defend yourself against whatever new skill you’re
learning…what do you call that, exactly?”

“It’s different, Sir.”

“This is training, Sam. You know punishments
for disobeying have a completely different flavor than consequences
during training, yes?”

Sam winced as she said, “Yes, Sir.” She’d
only disobeyed a direct order when he was fully in Dom mode once,
and didn’t expect to ever do so intentionally again.

“I tell you what. If I feel you’re giving it
your all and you make it almost to the end, we’ll start over at
twenty strokes instead of moving to forty. I won’t do away with
consequences completely, because it’s your own fault you’re on
orgasm restriction and it’s my obligation to hold you to it. Does
that sit better with you?”

He was trying to meet her partway, and he
was right about it being his obligation to enforce the rules. She
still didn’t like it, but she nodded and hugged him, resting her
head on his shoulder and soaking in his strength as he wrapped his
arms around her.

“Just to be clear, the consequences will
keep building for everything else. I’m only giving a possible
reprieve for this exercise.”

“I understand, Sir. Thank you.”

He situated her in the splits between the
dining room chairs again, though he didn’t restrain her this time.
Sam tried to ignore the sensation of his fingers repeatedly pushing
marbles up into her. However, squeezing the muscles tightly closed
greatly increased the friction as his fingers went in and out, and
ignoring him was impossible.

He set the clock on his cellphone, turned it
so she couldn’t see, and then kneeled before her and adjusted her
harness until the straps held her lips far apart. Sam’s heart
pounded in her chest as she felt more air on her clit, and she
moaned in frustration when Ethan leaned forward to breath warm,
moist air across her clit. The cool versus warm air set it to
throbbing, and she held onto the chair back with all of her might
to keep from pushing his head away. Or possibly pulling it to her.
Shit.

He lowered his head and came closer, and she
gasped as she felt his tongue snaking up towards her entrance.

“Oh god. Sir.
Please
don’t.”

“I love running my tongue through your
muscles when they’re clenched so tight.”

His voice rumbled against her sensitive
flesh and threatened to undo her. Warm air brushed across her clit
again and she felt her pussy spasm once. She didn’t lose any
marbles, but she was dangerously close to losing control and going
into uncontrolled spasms.”

“Sir, a minute! Please!”

He sat up and licked his lips, his eyes full
of joy. “You are so much fun to torture, Samantha darling. I’m
pleased you’re trying so hard.”

He scooted back and leaned against the
buffet. “You sent me your schedule for next week, and I noted you
intend to watch the Masterson’s supervised visitation. I’ve only
known you to do that a handful of times. What’s different about
this case?”

Grateful for the diversion, Sam squeezed her
pussy muscles as tight as possible and answered. “I need to know
how to make him lose control on the stand. His attorney will coach
him in how important it is to not let the judge see his temper, and
to always show iron control. He’ll begin anger management classes
soon, and possibly therapy as well, to attempt to show the court he
can be trusted with his kids. I don’t know if he can or not.
There’s no doubt in my mind he’s abused his wife, but I’ve seen
cases in the past of men who abuse their wives and yet spoil their
kids without so much as raising their voice, much less striking
them.”

She shrugged, felt the movement in her
pussy, and made a mental note to stay still. “I want to see how his
kids react to him. I need to know for sure he should be kept from
his kids before I advocate it to the judge.”

“Do you know how hard it is to keep from
showing up in court and staking my claim on you in front of some of
your client’s exes? My inner caveman wants to show them you’re
protected by someone bigger than they are, but I know how you feel
about that sort of thing.”

“Thanks for understanding.
I need to stand on my own two feet,
especially
in the courtroom. I want
to make him apprehensive and nervous around
me
, not afraid of my
boyfriend.”

Ethan raised his eyebrows and she corrected
with, “Fiancé. Sir.”

Ethan looked pleased with her time when the
marbles finally dropped. He removed the harness and the stretching
ring, and worked a large plug partway into her, stopping when she
told him it was too much. He held it in place longer than she
wanted, but didn’t push it in farther, and then finally slowly
pulled it out.

He tossed the too-big plug into the basket
of things to be washed, screwed the center back into her anal ring,
bent her over the bed, and quickly reinserted the anal ring before
telling her he wanted her, and she’d just have to find a way to
keep from coming.

He lifted her hips and stuck his cock in her
pussy without fanfare, hammering home the point he was using her
for his own pleasure, with no finesse or foreplay, and she barely
managed to keep from detonating into uncontrolled spasms. When he
finally came and pulled out, she was so frustrated she wanted to
cry.

When allowed to stand, she latched onto him,
wrapped her leg around his, and shamelessly pushed her clit into
his thigh. He chuckled and patted her ass affectionately before
pulling her to his chest. He held her tight as he snuggled his nose
and lips into the side of her neck, just under her ear.

“Oh god! Ethan.
Sir.
Please
let
me come.”

“Mmmm, I like keeping you needy sometimes. I
have a feeling you’ll be bad in your sleep if I don’t keep your
hands away from your pussy, so I need you to bring me your bondage
collar, please.

She groaned in frustration, but didn’t
bother arguing. He was sitting up when she returned, and she handed
it to him and offered her neck. Her hair was still mostly on top of
her head, but she lifted the stray pieces that’d escaped. He used
rope to tie both wrist cuffs to the ring at the front of her
collar, and when he finished she could reach from the top of her
forehead to her belly button, but wouldn’t be able to play with
herself. Or wipe.