Safeword: Matte - In Training (6 page)

“Yes, I know. I wish I had a huge ball gag
to stuff in your mouth, to fill all of your holes beyond what you
think they can hold.”

Sam waited until Ethan found a rhythm before
she tried to move with him, and not long after her hips were moving
of their own accord she warned, “I think I'm going to come again.
Oh, god! It's too much!”

“Try to hold off, I'm not too
far...wait...wait...wait...Now!”

Sam forced her eyes to stay open and watch;
she loved to see him lose control to his bliss. Her own orgasm
finally swept her under and her eyes closed as the waves of
pleasure became too much, and all conscious thought left.

Chapter Four

Sam awoke shortly after three in the morning
and wasn't able to go back to sleep; the monstrosity filling her
rectum and bowels was too much to ignore any longer. She tried
every trick she knew to get her mind onto something else, but
finally gave up and kissed Ethan awake.

“Can we please take this out, Sir?”

He took a few seconds to realize what she
was asking as he awoke, but finally kissed her temple and said,
“Tell me why you want it out.”

“It's too much, Sir. I can't concentrate on
anything except the way it feels inside.”

Sam almost melted at the soft touch to her
cheek as his hand gave a gentle caress. “Hmmmm,” he said. “Let's
see if we can get your mind off it, shall we?”

“Oh,
please
Sir. I can't handle it any
longer!”

He made a gentle shushing sound and said,
“Give me a chance to help you deal with it. Hands and knees, and
arch your back up and down a few times. Get a good stretch.”

“I don't
want
to.” She sighed in
frustration, but even in the dim room, the look on his face told
her she was treading on thin ice. Surprisingly, his guidance
helped, but she still wanted it
out
.

“I don't intend to take it out until around
six thirty at the earliest, which means you have more than three
hours to go. I'll help keep your mind off of it if you need me to,
but taking it out isn't an option.”

Sam was tempted to safeword, but realized if
she ever wanted him to take her easy-out away for real, she needed
to prove to him she could handle whatever he gave her.

Her intestines gave another series of sharp
spasms as they strongly protested the prolonged invasion. It felt
like she needed to go to the bathroom in the worst sort of way,
almost as if she were being forced to hold an enema. She dropped
her upper body to the mattress, pushed her ass higher in the air,
and moaned in pain and frustration.

“What will help? Do you want pain or
pleasure?”

“I want the damned thing
out.
Sir
.”

“Hmmm, maybe we'll focus on my pleasure a
little while. Turn crossways in bed and roll to your back with your
head hanging over the edge. I'll be right back.”

Sam couldn't see what he retrieved as he
returned, and once his cock was in her mouth all she could see was
his balls and ass.

“Hands behind your back and grab your
elbows.”

She pushed her hands under the small of her
back and wrapped her fingers around her elbows just as her right
nipple exploded in pain.

“Lick the head; show me how much you want to
please me.”

She swirled her tongue, thankful he was
resting the head of his cock on her tongue and not seeking the back
of her throat. She breathed deeply through her nose as she swirled
and licked, and fought to try to handle the pain of the clamp on
her nipple.

He didn't wait long before clamping her left
nipple, and Sam squealed in agony and felt his cock grow even
harder in her mouth.

“Spread your legs, drop your knees all the
way to the bed, and don't lift them until I say you can.”

Sam wasn't sure what to expect, but wasn't
totally surprised to feel what she was sure was the slapper slam
down on her clit. She forced her knees to stay on the bed, and
squeezed her fingers around her elbows to be sure her arms stayed
behind her back. The harness had rearranged itself as she slept,
and he rested the slapper across her abdomen as he re-situated the
straps so they once again split her lips apart and exposed her clit
to the cool, dry air of the room. Fingers brushed sideways over her
clit and she gasped and swirled her tongue faster.

The slapper struck again and she screamed
around his cock, barely managing to keep her knees on the bed.

“Put the soles of your feet together and
pull them up to your pussy. That's it. Such lovely pink goodness.
It's beautiful, but I want to make it red.” His voice dropped a
half octave as he growled, “Keep your tongue moving.”

Sam managed to keep her knees down through
at least a half a dozen strikes, and when they finally rose in
reflexive self-defense, he switched to one of the rubber floggers.
After three strokes — all of which had her legs flying up to
protect herself — he pulled out of her mouth long enough to bring
the side straps up and use rope to keep her knees where he wanted
them. He also attached her ankle cuffs loosely together and ran the
rope up through her harness and back down to circle her big toes
and bind them together.

Without saying a word he moved back into
position and reinserted his cock in her mouth.

Sam was expecting another strike to her
pussy, so she screamed in pained surprise when he pulled up on the
chain connecting her nipple clips.

“Tongue, Samantha.”

She swirled and licked, and screamed again
when a flogger hit her pussy. Her legs tried to come up, tried to
kick, but all she managed was to pull on the harness, which shifted
the dildo inside of her, and her bowels cramped again as they
hopelessly tried to expel the silicon monstrosity.

He began striking her pussy and the insides
of her thighs repeatedly, with no pause, and she screamed and
writhed out of control as the pain overtook her senses.

The flogging stopped and both clamps came
off at the same time. Sam took a breath in relief for the
half-second it took for the pain of removal to kick in, but when
the returning blood turned her nipples into fiery points of
suffering she screamed around his cock and tried hard to remain
still so she’d keep from moving the dildo buried deep in her
ass.

“Good girl.” Gentle fingers caressed the
base of her breasts and gradually grew more firm as the stroking
turned to kneading. Fingertips skated across her stomach and
soothed her inner thighs — his hands practically erasing the sting
as they worked across her skin.

The straps at her pussy were manipulated
again, with no major changes except perhaps they were a little
tighter? Sam wasn't sure.

Sam sealed her lips around his cock and
sucked and swirled, wanting to show how much she appreciated his
tenderness.

She was on fire, both
inside and out, and her hips moved in invitation in spite of the
way it made the dildo move. Her pussy
ached
to be filled.

He massaged her breasts and the muscles
around her clit until she was close to an orgasm again, and without
warning the slapper slammed her clit again. Sam's mind wanted to
turn off and shut down, but her body ramped itself even higher. The
slapper came again, and his fingers soothed the muscles around her
clit without touching it directly. The slapper hit her inner right
thigh, inner left thigh, and exposed clit again, all three strikes
landing within two seconds, and she screamed and writhed and felt
his cock grow impossibly harder.

Ethan mixed pain and pleasure until Sam
didn't know if she was coming or going. She stayed on the edge of
an orgasm without finding release, and when he finally let her up
and she looked at the clock, it was close to five in the
morning.

“Stand beside the bed and lean over it.”

Sam moved into position and allowed him to
stretch her hands over her head and lock them to the strap on the
other side of the bed. She was a little surprised when she saw the
spreader bar, but kept her mouth shut. He attached it to her ankle
cuffs and showed her the rattan cane.

“I'm going to stripe you with this and then
I'm going to fuck you senseless. I'm not giving you a number. I
don't intend to leave bruises or draw blood, but it'll probably
feel like it. Do you trust me?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good.”

He stepped behind her and
the first cut
felt
like a cut. He was right; she'd have sworn he'd just drawn
blood if he hadn't assured her he didn't plan to.

She didn't bother trying to count, but a
dozen or so strikes into it she instinctively pushed her ass out,
wanting the next cut, craving the lines of fire and the focused
sensation as the cane worked from her ass to her thighs, and back
up.

By the time his cock drove into her pussy
she was so deep in subspace, and so ready to be filled, she had no
problems accepting his length or girth. He didn’t take it easy on
her, and it was almost too much. Even though he didn’t hit her
cervix, his size combined with the speed and depth once again kept
her elusive orgasm just out of reach, holding her just on the edge
of climax. She wanted to move her legs but the spreader bar kept
them in place, and she found herself fighting her bondage as he
pounded her from behind.

She could tell when he was close. He lost
his rhythm, his breathing grew more ragged, and his hands painfully
squeezed her hips as he held her in place.

When at last he sank deep inside her and
stopped, Sam’s muscles finally let go around him, shuddering and
jerking their own release as her entire body stiffened and her
voice came out in a series of deep growls. Ethan reached under her
and put pressure on her clit and Sam’s voice rose several octaves,
turning into a wail as tremors overtook her body.

When her orgasm waned, Ethan reached down to
unhook the spreader bar from her ankle cuffs and lifted her onto
the bed, on her side. He spooned behind her, careful not to bump
the depth trainer, and ran his hands lovingly from knee, up the
sides of her thighs and over the lock at her hip, skimmed across
her waist and to her shoulder, down her arm to her hand, and
finally rested his hand on her stomach.

Sam’s eyes drifted closed and her world went
dark as sleep took her once again, cocooned in the warmth and
safety of Ethan’s embrace.

Chapter Five

Sam awakened the next morning to Ethan
removing her wrist and ankle cuffs. When he saw her looking at him
he said, “You have one task to perform this morning and the scene
will be over.”

“I have to pee.” Oh god, had she really just
said that? She blinked and added, “Sir. Please.”

“Let me make sure the harness straps are out
of the way, roll to your back and spread’em.”

She closed her eyes and groaned as she
shifted positions. She wasn’t horny, but he fiddled a little more
than was probably necessary, and Sam felt the beginnings of some
heat.

“Okay, off to the bathroom with you. Come
back quickly, please.”

When Sam returned she saw a metal folding
chair with an oval portion cut from the back of the seat. He’d
turned the metal edges down and lined them with silver duct tape,
and she was pretty sure when she sat on it there would be nothing
under her pussy or ass.

“Have a seat Samantha, and scoot all the way
back. Careful when you sit, so the dildo goes into the hole.”

The backs of her thighs
and the outer portions of her ass cheeks were on the cold metal,
but her pussy and the center of her ass hung over empty space and
it felt
odd
.

Ethan unlocked the harness at her hip and
worked it loose from the dildo.

“I’m not going to pull it out. I need you to
push it out, as if you’re having a bowel movement.”

Sam pushed and her mind
rebelled. Her hands flew to cover her face. “
Please
don’t make me do
this.”

He kneeled in front of her and gently pulled
her hands away from her face. “There’s a reason, Sam. You’ll be dry
after having it in all night. Letting your bowels push it out is
safer than one of us pulling. Relax, and let your body expel
it.”

“What if something else comes out after the
dildo? I won’t know until… I won’t be able to stop it.”

“I don’t think anything will, since you
cleaned yourself so thoroughly yesterday, but if it will make you
feel better I can put a bucket under the chair, just in case.”

“Please?”

“I’ll be right back. You’re not to reach
your hands around and try to pull it out. In fact, I’d like you to
rest them on your thighs and keep them there until I return.”

He waited until she complied before kissing
her forehead and leaving the room. He must have jogged to the
garage and back, because he was only gone a few moments before
returning with the car wash bucket.

Sam took a breath and covered her face again
before pushing, and felt the dildo begin making its journey out.
Last night she was sure it would’ve gone flying out of her asshole
if he’d removed the harness, but this morning she had to push to
move it. When it finally landed in the bucket with a plop, she
opened her eyes. She’d lowered her hands earlier, but hadn’t been
able to open her eyes as she pushed.

“Perfect. I’m pleased, Samantha. Stand and
give me a hug and we’ll end the scene.”

She buried her head in his chest and let him
hold her several long moments before stepping back, adjusting her
shoulders, and flexing her fists.

Ethan stepped back and said, “Do you want to
take a shower while I make breakfast? Tell me what you want, and
I’ll make it.”