Safeword: Matte - In Training (3 page)

He stopped, turned away from her, and said,
“It’s a moot point, if you have so little trust in me.”

“I’m sorry. You’re right.” She sighed,
frustrated. “Put the food away. Please. What do I need to do to get
us back on track?”

Ethan stopped working a minute and propped
his hands on her island, looking fierce. Sam knew him well enough
by now to know he was covering his pain by looking angry, and she
suddenly realized just how much she’d screwed up.

“For someone who wants their safeword taken
away, you sure pull it out an awful lot. I wasn’t touching you. You
really thought I’d try to force that into you?”

Sam dropped her hands and
looked at the floor. “We’ve talked about the not speaking thing
before, Ethan. It’s hard. If the only thing you allow me to say is
a safeword, it comes out. If I hadn’t been under speech restriction
I’d have just said,
You’re not using that
on me
.” She paused as she saw his jaw
clench. Apparently, that hadn’t helped. “I don’t know what to say.
I’m sorry. I do trust you, but...damn, this is hard. Please put the
food away and tell me we can get back on track.”

He stayed where he was, muscles clenched,
without saying anything. Sam sighed, again. “I’m sorry I hurt you.
I do trust you, and if I’d stopped to think about it I would’ve
known you wouldn’t hurt me as bad as that giant plug would if it
was pushed all the way in. I promise I’ll slow down and think more
in the future, and will give you more of a chance before I say my
safeword.”

Some of his muscles unclenched, and Sam felt
a tightness in her own gut relax. She walked to him and put her
arms around him, though he was still facing the island. He waited
several long seconds before turning and embracing her back. “I love
you, but I need your trust.”

“I’m sorry.” She hoped her eyes conveyed her
feelings as she added, “I’m sorry I hurt you, and I’m sorry I
didn’t give you a chance to show me your intentions. I’ll try to do
better. What can I do to help us move past this?”

When he didn’t answer she burrowed her head
into his chest and said, “Will you punish me, Sir? So we can clean
the slate?”

Ethan’s large hands stroked her back a few
times and he said, “No. I won’t punish you for safewording. I have
chicken noodle soup made with mung bean noodles, and I think you’ll
be fine eating some now. You can have more later if you want, but
since we’ve stopped, we may as well eat.”

Sam appreciated Ethan considering her
low-carb diet when he fed her, but mung bean noodles? She
understood the soup was designed to be easy on her digestive system
as he worked her ass over this weekend, and had expected to be fed
a lot of protein shakes and soup. She tried to look pleasant as she
said, “What can I do to help, Sir?”

“Get us both some water and spoons and have
a seat, please.”

Doing more than he asked was a risk, but Sam
took the initiative to put placemats and napkins out as well as
drinks and silverware. She noted his bowl was huge and hers tiny.
Ethan read her thoughts and said, “Yours is just under three
hundred calories and is primarily protein and fat. It should hold
you, but if you’re hungry when we’re through you can have another
bowl, or a protein shake, your choice.”

“You’re taking charge of what I can eat
beyond scenes? Sir?”

“Only as it pertains to keeping you prepared
for anal training. We’ll discuss the parameters in detail tomorrow
morning, and you’ll have an opportunity to negotiate before
agreeing to what I want to see happen over the next four months. I
want to give you a taste of it tonight though, before the
negotiations. Can you give me some leeway, even for the stuff you
don’t feel you’ve given consent?”

Sam took a breath and thought about it.
She’d known anal training would be tricky — timing meals and enemas
so she was clean during their sessions, without going overboard on
the enemas. She nodded to herself before looking up to meet his
gaze. “Yes, Sir. If you can be patient with my questions?”

He raised his eyebrows, considering, and
said, “I don’t mean to come across as impatient, these are all fair
questions. I’ll try to do better.” He smiled, but it didn’t go to
his eyes. “It seems I’d thought once you agreed to marry me, you’d
miraculously give me more trust, and not feel the need to question
my every move.” He sighed. “Again, it’s a conversation for
tomorrow, but one I’d like you to consider — what do I have to do
to gain your trust?”

* * * *

Sam finished her soup and decisively placed
her spoon beside the bowl. Ethan gave her spoon a pointed look
before lifting his gaze to hers. “Go upstairs and kneel on the
floor; get a cushion if you want. I’ll put the dishes in the
dishwasher and will be up shortly. I’ve lost my hard-on and you’re
going to use your mouth to get it back before we pick up where we
left off. If you have anything else to say, do so now, because as
soon as you step out of the kitchen your speech restriction begins
again.”

Sam stood, walked to him, and leaned to kiss
his cheek and look him in the eye a few seconds before turning to
walk out the door.

Remembering Ethan’s lectures on body
mechanics and posture, she settled on her knees and found the
proper balance with her spine. She wanted her posture to be
perfect, as she sat with her back to the door — knees spread, ass
on her feet, back arched, with breasts pushed out, grasping her
elbows behind her back. She wanted to show trust, and with his
martial arts training she knew offering her back to the door, so
he’d be facing it when he received his blowjob, would speak to
him.

She heard him enter the room but didn’t turn
her head. His footsteps moved to his bag, but she held position. He
stepped behind her and a blindfold shut out the light.

She tried to sense him, and thought she felt
him stepping in front of her, but she wasn’t sure.

“Are you wet, Samantha darling?”

Fingers touched her pussy lips around her
clit, squeezing it and igniting a small blaze inside. Sam wanted to
push her hips into his hand, but controlled herself. A finger slid
inside, and while she wasn’t exactly dry, she was far from wet. She
wanted to apologize, but speech wasn’t allowed.

Fingers manipulated her left nipple, then
her right, coaxing both into hard little nubs.

“I’m going to hurt these now, and the clamps
won’t come off until you get my dick rock hard. Prepare yourself
for pain, and let me hear your noises. Don’t hide from me.”

The bite of the first clamp made her scream,
and it was all she could do to keep her hands on her elbows behind
her back. The second clamp was on before she’d become accustomed to
the pain of the first, and as she was screaming, a cock plunged
into her mouth.

Ethan was semi-hard, and she went from
trying to escape the cock invading her mouth, to using her tongue
on it in desperation.

She felt him growing in her mouth, and as
she gagged he pulled back and leaned forward, releasing both clamps
at once. They’d been on less than twenty-five seconds, and their
removal was a relief instead of even more pain.

Fingers touched her pussy again, quickly
rubbed a path along her lips and dove inside. She was soaking wet
now and didn’t try to hold still as her hips moved up and towards
his fingers.

“There’s my Samantha.” His hand grasped her
bicep. “Let’s get you into bed then.”

He walked her to the bed and ordered her
into the same position she’d been before safewording. Sam felt
gloved fingers at her ass, working her open, and she desperately
wanted to reach down and play with herself. She grasped her ankles
firmly — she’d given herself to him, and it was important she
demonstrate her resolve.

“Round your back a little for me, so your
asshole is aimed up, towards the ceiling.”

Sam complied, and felt what she was sure was
the giant plug. It’d been around a foot tall, and just all around
impossibly huge. Sam relaxed as much as possible, and gasped as she
felt it breach her asshole.

“You can use words for a few minutes. Tell
me how it feels, and what’s going through your head.”

“It’s scary, even though I know you don’t
plan to try shoving the whole thing inside me; and, it’s heavy. Or,
I think it’s the weight of the plug I feel? Sir?”

“Yes, I’m letting it sink in as your muscles
release to allow it. I’ll put some pressure behind it later, but
for now I’m allowing gravity to take over as you let it in.”

“I’m okay, Sir. It’s big, but it isn’t too
much yet.”

“Okay, I’ll push, and you tell me when it
reaches uncomfortable. Don’t wait until it’s painful.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Sam took deep breaths and felt her pelvis
tilt down with each inhale, and back up as she released the air
from her lungs. As instructed, as soon as she reached a level of
discomfort she couldn’t easily manage she said, “It won’t take much
more until it starts hurting, Sir.”

“Very good. We’ll leave it here for a
minute. Take your blindfold off Samantha, and see how much is in
you.”

Tilting her head to the side as she released
an ankle, she pulled the buttery soft leather over the top of her
head, but kept her eyes closed as she grasped her ankle again. The
sharp light hurt through her eyelids, and she waited until her
eyeballs adjusted before barely cracking her eyelids and slowly
opening them. When she finally looked down at her ass, she was
disappointed to see she’d taken less than twenty percent of the
monstrosity.

She raised her eyes to his. “How much
further until I can take you?”

“We aren’t worrying about that at the
moment. I just wanted to give you a visual. Close your eyes and
don’t open them again until I say you can. No more talking,
either.”

The heavy plug was lifted away and she felt
the bed move as he left. He returned quickly and said, “You should
be able to accept this fairly easily.”

A plug began to spread her open and she
forced herself to stay relaxed and accept it, but soon discovered
he was right — there was no pain as it seated itself. It didn’t
feel as if it were deep inside of her, either.

“This is an anal stretching ring. It’s
shaped like a plug, but is only long enough to give enough bulk to
seat inside of you. It’s designed for long-term wear — there are
people who wear them twenty-four seven. The center is hollow, but I
ordered the plug that goes into it.”

His fingers slid up to her pussy lips and he
teased her clit with long swipes that made her want to hump her
hips towards him as he neared her opening.

“Do I want to let you come yet? I haven’t
decided. Maybe I’ll just see how horny I can get you, with your ass
filled and your pussy spread open and slick.”

He teased her unmercifully until Sam thought
she’d go mad, and he finally said, “I think it’s time for the next
size up.” He wiggled the plug in her ass...or, stretching ring, as
he’d called it, but it felt like a plug.

“I’m going to be quick — the next one will
go in as soon as this one’s out. If you need to tell me something
you can speak; no need to safeword to tell me of a problem.”

She felt empty for a brief moment as the
plug came out but he quickly slid the tip of the other in. This one
was bigger, and he worked at it a while without seating it. Sam
breathed through it, kept her eyes closed, and tried to keep from
making noises of complaint.

“Tell me how you’re doing, Samantha. Open
your eyes and look at me.”

Sam wanted to look at the toy he was working
into her ass, but did as he said and looked up to his face. “It’s a
lot, Sir. It’s not a bad hurt, but if I weren’t so horny, it might
be.”

Ethan’s smile told her he’d intended as
much, and she rolled her eyes as she smiled. “Yeah, yeah, you’re
the supreme Dom who knows all. Can I look at it, Sir?”

“You may.”

Her first glimpse let her see the difference
between a ring and a plug. The head was much shorter and more
bulbous than a normal plug, and the neck part was longer. The
flange circled all the way around, to keep it from sinking into the
wearer’s body.

“Push out for me, Samantha. Bear down. It
won’t take much more. Accept it for me. Take it for me.”

Sam breathed in through her nose and watched
her chest rise as her lungs inflated. She blew out through her
mouth and her chest deflated. She pushed with her anal muscles as
she pressed the air from her, and gasped when the stretching ring
finally sank into her and seated. Ethan moved his hand up to her
pussy in a gentle caress. “Good girl. How close are you to
coming?”

“Very, Sir.”

Three of Ethan’s large fingers sank into her
pussy as the fingers of his other hand stimulated her clit. “Come
for me, Darlin’. Let me see you lose yourself in pleasure, come
around my hand.”

Sam didn’t need him to tell her twice, and
her pussy began spasming around him almost instantly. He brought
her to climax after climax, until she lost count. When at last he
let her enjoy an orgasm until its end, instead of ramping her right
back up again before it finished, all she could do was gasp for
air.

When she was almost breathing normally again
he said, “Remember when I told you there’d be four different
aspects to your training? This was the first, and it’s time to show
you the second. The anal rings are aluminum, which means they won’t
bend with you when you move around. Take your time releasing your
legs, and then I need you standing beside the bed.”

Sam’s hips protested as she let her legs
down. When she sat up, she understood what he meant about the
aluminum not giving like silicon. He helped her stand and walked
her to the stool, with the mirror propped on the wall beside
it.

The grotesquely huge butt plug was now
resting on the stool, and Sam said, “If we ever need a traffic
cone, we can paint it orange and we’ll be good.”