Safeword: Matte - In Training (8 page)

“I assumed you’d do away with that since I
protested sleeping in it.”

He shook his head. “It’s not practical to
ask it of you for the next sixteen weeks. We’ll figure out a way to
make it work within your restrictions.”

“Okay, my final objection.” She caught
herself gnawing her lip and stopped. She met his gaze and said,
“I’m not so sure about not having an orgasm unless something is in
my ass.”

“Read the wording again.”

She looked back over the passage and her
eyes widened. How had she missed such an important modifier?

“That’s even worse! I
can’t have an orgasm unless something is
stretching
my ass?”

“Yes, something as big as the largest anal
ring you’ve worked up to, or while you’re receiving depth training
at the farthest you’ve managed.”

She sighed. “Because I’ve already signed off
on your power over my orgasms, I’m guessing I don’t have much
negotiating room with this one.”

“Correct. You’ll still need to let me know
when you have an orgasm, what you were doing, what you were
thinking. Same rules with one minor little addition.”

She rolled her eyes again,
but didn’t argue the point of how
major
this addition was. She
understood conditional training, and knew where he was going with
it. Pavlov’s dogs didn’t understand why the bell made them
salivate, but she’d understand why having something in her ass
would make her horny in a few weeks.

Remembering her orgasm during her enema, she
said, “I’d like to make a minor change then, and ask for permission
to orgasm while I’m holding an enema.” His look was questioning, so
she shrugged her shoulders and said, “It helps.”

“Okay then. You can only orgasm when
something is stretching your ass, or while you’re holding an
enema.”

Chapter Six

Ethan took her to Golden Corral for lunch
Sunday, timing their arrival about an hour before the church crowd
invaded. Sam’s ass was a little sore, but not as much as she’d
expected. He didn’t take it easy on her the whole weekend, but kept
her horny and orgasming throughout, and all in all it was an
enjoyable start to her training.

Sam put the anal ring in Monday morning for
fifteen minutes while she fixed her hair and makeup, and had an
explosive orgasm while sitting at her vanity, just before she took
it out. She made a note in the orgasm spreadsheet, sent a quick
text, dressed, and made her way to work.

She made it through the week without having
any issues meeting her daily stretching or depth training
requirements. Ethan spent the night Wednesday, and helped her with
her cleanout before making her hold the marbles and anal beads as
before. Sam found herself growing unusually horny during the
cleanout, but she assumed it was because she was anticipating the
rest of the night. A few marbles came out early, but she held the
majority of them, and all the anal beads, so there were no
consequences. He played with her the entire two hours the long
dildo was harnessed in, and she was surprised when the timer went
off and he unlocked the harness.

Sam was on edge all day Friday in
anticipation of her first tests to see how much progress she’d
made. Tonight she’d have to sit on the monster dildo at least a
half inch lower than last week, and tomorrow she’d have to take a
half inch more during depth training. She didn’t have court, and
her schedule worked out so she went home halfway through the day.
She went straight upstairs, stripped, and put the anal ring in —
and managed to give herself three orgasms before she removed
it.

Ethan called about an hour later. “Are we a
little worked up, Samantha?”

She recognized his tone of voice and said,
“Yes, Sir.”

“I’m pleased, but I think the evening will
go better if you don’t have any more orgasms until I’m there and
give you permission in person.”

Sam didn’t answer and Ethan said, “I didn’t
hear a response.”

“Yes, Sir. I understand.”

“I want to give you the final enema, but if
you want to give yourself the first two, you may.”

Her insides ignited at the idea of Ethan
giving her an enema, but she only said, “Yes Sir. Are you still
planning to be here around five?”

* * * *

Sam lay on a towel on her bathroom vanity’s
marble top as Ethan soothed her through the enema. He’d hung it
rather high on the towel rack, but didn’t open the control valve
all the way, and was good about slowing the flow when she
cramped.

When the entire three quarts were in, he
massaged her stomach and played with her clit during her
five-minute wait. Sam once again found herself turned on by the
idea of him controlling such a personal aspect, and almost came as
he played with her. She didn’t want to ask permission though, so
her body just stayed on low boil throughout the procedure. When the
timer finally chimed he helped her off the vanity and walked her to
the toilet.

She was thankful he’d never wanted to stick
around after giving her the enema, and she reached for her Kindle
and turned it on, hoping to take her mind off the cramps — and her
arousal — by reading while she released. When she finished she
settled into the tub and continued reading as the warm water rose
around her.

Sam looked up to see Ethan standing in the
doorway stark naked, so she wasn’t surprised when he set her Kindle
to the side and joined her. They talked about their day, and a
little about their schedules the following week. Sam would be in
court more than normal and would need a little extra time over the
weekend to be sure she was prepared.

Ethan had asked her to provide him with any
documents available through public record, for any case she thought
he might need to be aware of. He’d learned how to talk to her
hypothetically, and he opened with, “How do you know for sure
claims of abuse aren’t fabricated?”

“I turned down a case a year or two ago,
where a wife brought pictures of what she said was abuse, but it
looked like basic BDSM bruising and welting to me. I questioned her
about it and she couldn’t convince me it was abuse.” Sam shrugged.
“I told her she wasn’t likely to convince a judge, either.”

“Why turn her down, but not a woman with
belt marks and other bruising?”

Ethan had only seen brief descriptions of
the pictures, but not the pictures themselves, so Sam had to be
careful how she answered. “Hypothetically speaking, if I were to
see a bruise that appeared to have been left by a fist, or belt
marks where it isn’t safe to strike, I might be more inclined to
believe it wasn’t consensual.”

“Even if the man claims she consented?”

“If I consented to your using a belt on my
ass without a safeword, and you used it on my calves, stomach, and
across my kidneys… how do you think I’d react?”

He smirked. “I wouldn’t stick around long
enough to go to sleep around you.”

Sam smiled, but then sobered and shook her
head. “What can we do, as a society, to teach girls that marrying a
rich man instead of getting an education is a bad plan? I see so
many women who feel trapped in an abusive marriage because they
have no means of supporting themselves or their children. I believe
abusive men seek these girls out, looking for the type of woman
who’ll just take whatever they dole out in exchange for living in a
beautiful house and having nice things for themselves and their
children.”

“It isn’t your job to fix the world, Sam. We
all have to live with the choices we make.”

Ready to change the conversation, she stood
and reached for her towel. “Speaking of living with choices, do I
want to know what you’ve planned for the evening?”

“I’m sure you have a good idea of most of
it. How do you feel about your first week of training?”

“I’m not as sore as I thought I’d be. I
mean, I feel it, but it doesn’t hurt, and I’d kind of expected it
to, with as much action as my ass has been getting.”

“There’s been no
action
, has there? Just
a single entrance and exit, each time?”

“Well, yeah, but five times a day!”

“We’re going slow enough you should only
feel it on the weekends when we step up the sizes, and even then it
shouldn’t hurt. You aren’t receiving any friction, and the
stretching during the week is just making sure you’ve adjusted to
the current size before we move up again.”

Ethan released the stopper and stepped out
of the tub as Sam dried herself. When she reached for her yoga
pants he said, “Sorry, Darlin'. No clothes this evening.”

She was walking them to her closet to put
away as she heard, “I’ll put this week’s ring in for a while before
we move up. Go into the bedroom and put your wrist and ankle cuffs
on. Position yourself so I can insert it — whatever’s most
comfortable for you is fine.”

Sam looped the clothes over the hook in the
closet and walked into her bedroom. She didn't know how long he'd
be, so she climbed on the bed and went to all fours, but changed
her mind and laid her chest on the bed, placing her back in a sharp
arch.

Ethan didn't take long, and Sam turned to
look at him when he stopped in the doorway. His smile was serious
as he said, “You're beautiful, Samantha.”

He palmed his cock, stroking it a few times
as it grew before Sam's eyes. “I hadn't planned to take you so
early in the evening, but I may change my mind. Let's get the ring
in you, first.”

He'd lined a variety of toys and implements
on the nightstand, and he stretched a glove on and generously
applied lube as his gaze alternated between her face and his hand.
“As much as I love the feel of your ass stretching around my
fingers, I'll be fairly quick this go 'round.”

He hadn't been kidding. She felt one finger
go in, immediately followed by a second, and then less than a count
of twelve before they left and the ring was gently pushed in. Sam
breathed out as Ethan pressed the ring into her, imagining she was
making room for it inside her body. She wiggled her toes in an
attempt to stay relaxed, and sighed in relief when she felt the
stretching ring finally settle into place.

“I left the plug out of it, and I have a
nice view into your ass. You're so sexy like this, and I'm hard as
a rock. Your choice, how do you want to get me off?”

He was giving her a lot of choices this
evening, and it made Sam a little nervous about what he might have
planned for later. She didn't comment on it, though. “How about a
combination blow-job and hand-job, Sir?”

He situated himself on the bed beside her,
leaning against the headboard with his body and legs straight out
before him. He gestured with his hand for her to begin, and she
turned sideways to give him a good view of her body as she worked
him over.

He didn't hold back and she managed to get
him off in under ten minutes. He allowed himself only a few moments
to recover and he pulled the monster plug from his bag and set it
up on the stool once again.

“Okay, Darlin'. You know the drill. Pull the
ring and sit down on the plug. When you've gone as far as you can,
let me know and we'll see how far you've managed.”

“You won't tell me when I've gone far
enough?”

He shook his head. “You need to go as far as
you comfortably can, without going so far you damage yourself. If
you're depending on me to tell you when you've gone far enough you
may push farther than you should.”

Sam lubed the monstrosity well before
pulling the anal ring and immediately impaling herself on the tip.
She sat slowly, her thigh muscles holding her weight as she
squatted lower, and lower. When the stretch threatened to burn she
stopped. “I think that's it, Sir.”

Ethan took his time walking to her, leaning
over, and looking at the ruler on the plug. He stood and walked to
the nightstand to retrieve his smartphone without commenting, and
Sam bit her bottom lip to keep from asking how far she’d managed.
She wasn't sure if she could get up or not, but her thighs and ass
were both protesting, and she rose slowly in the hopes he'd stop
her if he wanted her to stay put.

No longer able to take not knowing, she
asked, “How did I do, Sir?”

He looked up quickly before returning his
attention to his phone. “Go ahead and stand up while I punch it
into the spreadsheet.” He only took a few seconds before he looked
back up with a smile. “You made it far enough to avoid
consequences, and I’m pleased with your progress. I’ll insert a
regular plug slightly larger than the ring you used this week, and
hopefully by tomorrow you'll be ready for the next size stretching
ring.”

Ethan kept her on the edge of an orgasm as
he worked the plug in, never actually hurting her but venturing
into extreme discomfort several times before the plug finally
seated. Sam tried to concentrate on her breathing to stay relaxed,
but the plug was huge inside of her, and she didn’t manage very
well.

He used rope to make a harness to secure it,
and Sam breathed a sigh of relief when she could at least not have
to worry about holding it in.

“Let's go to the dining room.”

The plug shifted uncomfortably with each
step, holding her wide open, and she concentrated on relaxing the
strained muscles surrounding it as she walked.

Ethan pulled two of her upholstered armless
dining room chairs away from the table and situated them side by
side and about ten inches apart. He considered them a few seconds
before retrieving two more and lining them up as well.

“I’d like you to do the splits on the
chairs, with your pussy over the open spot in the center,
please.”

Sam only hesitated a moment before moving to
do as instructed. She lifted her leg and reached for a chair back
for support, but he used his softest voice to say, “Facing me,
please.” Sam’s insides ignited at his tone of voice, and a quick
glance verified her suspicion — he was rock hard, and she was in
for an eventful evening.