Safeword: Matte - In Training (21 page)

Without saying a word Ethan swung the
flogger and struck the inside of her right thigh, the inside of her
left thigh, and dead center on her pussy, with several strands
biting into her clit.

Sam remembered his remark about
blood-curdling screams as a shriek loud enough to wake the dead
left her mouth, but there was nothing she could do to stop it.

The entire room seemed to turn and look at
her — minus Kirsten and a few others bound so they couldn’t turn —
and Master James raised his voice to say, “Paul and Meg volunteered
to step outside and listen. We’ll find out in a minute how
soundproof the room is.”

Sam’s first thought was relief, that Ethan
had struck so hard to make her scream, and likely didn’t intend to
keep up with the same momentum, but the look on his face made her
heart skip a beat and her stomach cartwheel. He’d enjoyed her
scream, and looked forward to hearing it again.

Master James looked at his phone and said,
“Nothing outside at the pool, they’re walking closer to the window
if you want to try again.”

Ethan’s eyes met Sam’s a brief second — a
warning of what was to come.

Her right inside thigh ignited in pain. Left
inside thigh. Pussy. Pussy. Pussy. Pussy.

Sam’s screams and shrieks filled the room
and echoed back to her as she flailed her head and tried to escape
the flogger’s impact.

The pronouncement of what could be heard
from outside must have been given while Sam was screaming, and must
have been good news because the room quickly filled with louder
moans and the occasional scream.

Ethan kept up the intensity, alternating
between the inside of her thighs and her pussy. Sam’s labia were
spread wide, and her clit was only protected by its hood. She
writhed on the cross, but it held steady and she couldn’t
escape.

Her hands squeezed the balls, determined to
stick it out and accept whatever he gave her.

The pain stopped with no warning, and she
only had a few seconds to miss it before his mouth was on her clit,
soothing and licking, and she had to come but he hadn’t given
permission.

Just as she was about to lose control he
pulled away long enough to order, “Come for me,” before reattaching
his mouth, and her body obeyed like a cyclone on steroids until she
thought she’d come apart.

Ethan alternated toys and his mouth for an
eternity, and Sam lost track of how many orgasms she had.

When he finally let her down he at last
removed the Jennings gag, allowed her to drink a bottle of sports
drink, and inserted a padded bit. She still couldn’t easily form
words, but her jaw was much more comfortable — unpleasant and
strained, but bearable.

Ethan walked her to the bathroom and sat her
on the toilet, saying, “You’re going to be tied up a while, so go
while you have the chance.”

He left her alone so she could go without
his watching, and when she returned to the playroom a few couples
had stopped playing and were facing a corner shielded by a huge
piece of fabric.

Ethan motioned to Sam, and stood her next to
Kirsten in front of the fabric. Their respective Doms began fitting
them both with complicated rope harnesses. Sam’s harness was snug
without being uncomfortable, and she suspected Ethan was preparing
her for suspension.

Whatever was about to happen was well
planned, because as soon as both harnesses were complete, the
submissives were positioned with a good view of whatever was in the
corner as Master James stepped forward to pull the cloth away with
a flourish.

Sam’s breath caught as the huge spiderweb
came into view. The outermost supports were chain, with the inner
portions made of what looked like silk rope. The chain was secured
to the walls with enough room for people to walk around the huge
work of art, and the Sam immediately recognized the endless
possibilities.

Two stepstools were already behind the
ropes, and Master James brought two more out and settled them
before the two submissives.

Kirsten was ordered to do a handstand on
hers, and as her feet rose into the air, Sam realized her friend
wore suspension cuffs on her ankles.

Ethan spotted Kirsten as Master James
quickly made his way to the other side and secured her ankle cuffs
to the rope with Kirsten’s legs spread wide.

Ethan buckled Sam’s wrist-suspension-cuffs
on without attaching them to the web, while Master James secured
Kirsten’s harness to the spiderweb. Sam wondered at why they would
leave Kirsten’s arms and hands free.

“Your pussy’s already been well flogged, so
you go on right side up,” Ethan said as he motioned Sam to step
onto the stool.

Master James wrapped Sam’s right hand around
Kirsten’s leg, just below her ankle cuff, and secured Sam’s
wrist-cuff to the roping. Ethan raised her left arm slightly higher
before fastening it out to her other side.

Sam’s harness was secured in dozens of
places before the stool was removed, and after a moment of panic
where she and the web moved together, she relaxed and let the silky
rope support her.

Her legs were spread wide, and she felt
Kirsten’s hand wrap around her right calf, just above her ankle
cuff.

Sam felt as if she were part of the web, not
merely attached to it. Her harness was constructed of the same silk
rope, and she couldn’t tell where one began and the other
ended.

Ethan appeared before her and fondled her
nipples a few seconds before saying, “Let me hear your safeword
with the bit gag.”

Sam did her best to say, “Matte” around the
gag.

“Your turn, Kirsten,” said Master James.

Kirsten wasn’t gagged, and said something
sounding like, “Hong Suh.”

The leather flogger kissed Sam’s upper back
and she relaxed farther into the web. Her arms and legs were
supported enough she could allow her body to go to jello, and she
moaned in ecstasy as the flogger traversed her body from shoulders
to thighs, only skipping over the kidney area.

Ethan gradually put more and more muscle
into each strike, but Sam was ready for the intensity as it
grew.

Sam moaned in protest when the flogging
stopped, and opened her eyes in surprise a few seconds later when
Ethan’s voice spoke in front of her.

“You’re floating, aren’t you?”

“Yes Sir. Thank you.” She nodded and hoped
he could understand her around the bit gag.

“Don’t thank me yet,” he said as he raised
the rubber flogger he’d made from bicycle inner tubes. Sam’s eyes
grew wide and her head shook from side to side as Ethan and Master
James both raised their arms and struck at the same time. Master
James’ arms were lower, as Kirsten’s breasts were at the level of
Sam’s knees, and Kirsten’s screams were in chorus with Sam’s.

The two women writhed on the web, pulling
each other as they shifted the silky rope with their movements. Sam
felt Kirsten’s hand squeezing her leg and realized she was doing
the same to her friend.

Ethan didn’t slow or lessen his intensity,
but kept up a rapid figure eight, going from Sam’s right breast to
left and back again with no mercy.

Both men stopped, but Sam was only given a
few seconds of relief as Ethan walked out of sight and Master James
stepped in front of her. Seconds later she saw the flogger raise
and lower, and felt the impact on her breast and ass at the same
time. Dear God, she was being flogged by two men at once.

The rubber flogger bit into her ass and back
with an intensity she wasn’t prepared for. Both men were using the
same basic type of flogger, but Ethan was putting a lot more
strength into it. Sam hopelessly fought her restraints and screamed
nonstop, only to realize she was still screaming and fighting even
though the blows had stopped several seconds ago.

Both men stepped to the side and gave
Kirsten the same treatment for several minutes before switching
back to Sam.

Sam needed a good minute to recover when
they left her alone, and then she caressed her friend’s leg as best
she could. The web was never still, as one of the women was always
writhing, and Sam found herself turned on by Kirsten’s hand
squeezing her leg, and the movement of the web as the woman
frantically tried to evade and escape the lashes.

The men alternated back and forth until Sam
was in a fog — either surviving the lashes personally, or catching
her breath while Kirsten endured them.

Other screams, moans, and whimpers filled
the room, and everything merged into a surreal haze where pain and
pleasure melted into a single sensation and she couldn’t tell which
was which.

Kirsten was let down first, and Ethan
carried her into the other room before returning to release Sam
from the web. They’d put the stool back under her feet so she could
support herself, but Ethan managed to hold her and release her
bonds, remove the bit gag and the plug, and finally carry her into
the other room as well. She was placed beside Kirsten, and the two
women were allowed to hold each other as Ethan settled on the mat
and soothed them both.

Master James returned to the playroom and
Sam understood she and Ethan were taking care of Kirsten since her
Dom was taking care of their guests.

Other people were in the workout room, too,
though in the subdued lighting she couldn’t make out who. The
overhead lights were off, as she and Ethan had brought in some
floor lamps with low wattage bulbs.

Sam snuggled the sheet around herself, felt
to make sure the sheet around Kirsten was up around her shoulders
as well, and allowed her brain to drift off and float. Ethan would
make sure they were okay.

Chapter
Twelve

The next couple of weeks went quickly and
before long Ethan decreed Sam stretched enough, so she only had to
maintain for the final few weeks. She was allowed to back off to
using the plugs and rings two times a day, with the minimum raised
to ten minutes, and the total time per day reduced to thirty
minutes. The depth training schedule didn’t change, though he no
longer increased the length on the weekends.

Sam was still running crazy, trying to wrap
as many cases up as she could, postpone the ones best suited to
delay, and bring the other attorneys up to speed on the ones they’d
handle in her absence. Her assistant would be able to fill in the
blanks in most cases, but she wanted to be sure her clients were
taken care of and not left hanging.

On top of all of this, was family.

Sam’s mom thrived on planning and
decorating, and Sam had given her nearly free reign over what Sam
considered trivial. Sam had chosen the venue, the cake, the
invitations, her bridesmaid’s dresses, and her own dress. Beyond
that, she’d asked to approve her mom’s choice of menu, flowers, and
anything else big, but would rather not be bothered with the other
details. She considered the legal parts of the ceremony to be of
the utmost importance, not the silverware and table linens.

Ethan had asked if he could hire the band
for the reception, and Ethan’s grandmother had asked if she could
make the groom’s cake. Sam had gladly told them both to have at it,
and let her mom know those things were being handled.

Sam spent more time at her parent’s house in
the months and weeks before the wedding than she had in years, as
her mom insisted on showing her the latest decisions and
choices.

“Mom, I keep telling you I’ve made the big
decisions, and I’m not going to sweat the small stuff. Whatever you
think is best for all of the minutiae is fine.”

“Dishes aren’t
minutiae
, miss
hotty-totty-with-the-big-words. Dishes are
important
. I finally got pictures of
the all three choices. They wanted to just show me the dishes and
have me decide!” She sounded scandalized. “But this needs to be
your decision so I made them get me pictures of the
choices.”

Sam didn’t try to hide the rolling of her
eyes as she accepted a piece of paper with three different place
settings pictured. It hadn’t occurred to her mom to snap a photo of
each choice with her phone and text them, but it would only make
her mom angry to have it pointed out now.

“I’m really thinking it would’ve been easier
to run off to Vegas to get married, and just come home to a
reception at a local restaurant.”

“I would’ve never forgiven you.”

“I know.” Sam sighed, and looked at the
images. Well, what do you know, her mom was right; she did have a
preference. She pointed to the picture with the clear dishes and
said, “If I hadn’t seen the choices I’d have been fine with
whatever you picked, but I like these best.”

Her dad laughed and said, “You’re more like
your mom than you want to admit. Those were her choice, too.”

Sam rolled her eyes, again, but ignored his
jibe. She was nothing like her helpless mother.

She started to bring up the subject of
Ethan’s family, but chickened out and asked, “Have you picked up my
dress yet?”

“Oh, yes. You should try it on.”

“Mom, she only needed to take up the waist a
little on the last alteration go-round. I’m sure it’s fine.”

“You don’t want to find out it isn’t on the
morning of your wedding. Try it on.”

It was hopeless to argue, so Sam followed
her mother down the hall.

* * * *

Sam put off talking to her parents about
Ethan’s family until two days before his grandmother was to arrive
in town. She didn’t invite Ethan because she feared her mom’s
reaction would hurt his feelings.

“Mom, you know Ethan’s grandmother wants to
come up a few days before the rest of the family, to help out with
what she can, and I know you’re looking forward to showing his
family what you’ve planned…but there’s something you should
know.”