Safeword: Matte - In Training (9 page)

Once she was in position he used rope to
bind her legs to the chair seats, and her arms straight out to the
side, secured to the chair backs. She was doubly glad he’d roped
the plug in, because she was sure she wouldn’t have been able to
hold it in, stretched out like this.

Ethan placed the bag of metal clothespins on
the chair in front of one of her legs, and a bowl of marbles in
front of the other leg.

“We’ll do your strength exercises in two
parts this weekend.” His hand moved towards her pussy and he
crammed two fingers into her with no soft caresses or warning.

“Nice and wet.” His deep
voice caressed her skin as the
basso
profundo
vibrations drifted towards and
around her. He removed his fingers without ceremony, picked up a
handful of marbles, and methodically began poking them into
her.

Sam’s pussy spasmed as the glass orbs were
quickly pressed into her, and she tried to hold her entrance closed
to keep them from falling out as more and more were packed
inside.

Her rectal muscles began to spasm around the
giant plug as she tensed her anus along with her pussy muscles, and
she soon discovered it was nearly impossible to relax around the
plug and still hold the marbles in.

Ethan started the time on his cellphone,
counting up, and turned it away from her line of vision. He set
another chair in front of her and sat on it before casually opening
the bag and extracting a clothespin.

“I’m in a mood tonight, Samantha. I want you
to hurt for me. No words, but feel free to scream and cry.”

He took his time placing each clothespin,
building tension and anticipation until Sam was sure her adrenaline
alone could light a stadium. The strain of holding the marbles in
and fighting the large plug in her ass, along with being in the
splits and her arms bound completely motionless — all of this in
concert with the clothespins placed at random on her breasts and
the underside of her upper arm had her frantic with pain, fear, and
anticipation.

She let out a blood curdling scream when a
clothespin on her inner arm hit a nerve the wrong way, and he
immediately removed it, smiling as he said, “I’ll have to remember
that spot for another time.”

He only placed it about a half inch away,
and it still hurt terribly, but was bearable.

Sam had no idea how much time had passed
when several marbles slipped from her and crashed into the metal
cookie tray below. She squeezed her pussy as tight as she could,
and didn’t realize she was squeezing her eyes closed until a gentle
finger traced both eyebrows and a soft voice near her ear rumbled,
“Open your eyes and let me see how much it hurts, Darlin’.”

Opening her eyes made the muscles around the
plug spasm, as if relaxing her facial muscles somehow affected her
ability to control her pussy and ass muscles. Another marble
dropped, clinking onto the tray, and her eyes threatened to close
again as she slammed her pussy shut with all of her might.

Sam was flexible enough the splits weren’t a
big deal. However, having her muscles bound into this position for
so long was making her leg muscles strain as much as her pussy and
ass muscles. She inhaled to a count of thirty, and exhaled it all
out to a count of twenty, concentrating on allowing the tension in
her muscles to flow out with her breath.

“You have such control, but I think I’d like
to see you lose it tonight, Samantha darling.”

She opened her eyes to see his fierce green
eyes, and she tried to push back, away from him, but the chair
backs and her bondage held her firm.

“Since you can’t keep your eyes open, we’ll
take your vision, to start.”

He reached under her chair and his hand
appeared with a blindfold. Darkness enveloped her as the loose,
furry fabric settled over her face.

Her hearing kicked into overdrive and she
tried to make out what he might be doing. She thought perhaps he’d
reached into the clothespin bag again, and she gasped as she felt
fingers lift her left pussy lip. A short scream escaped as a point
of pressure squeezed her outer labia, and within moments she had
eight clothespins lining either side of her pussy. Too bad he
hadn’t clothespinned them together, to help her hold the remaining
marbles in. She didn’t even know if she’d lost more or less than
half, though she assumed less.

She didn’t know what he put on her nipples,
but she was certain they weren’t clothespins, and she screamed in
agony through a half a dozen breaths before the biting pain merged
with everything else.

Fingers lifted her clit hood, exposing the
super sensitive nerve endings beneath, and something cool stroked
either side and then down the top. Sam smelled cinnamon a few
seconds before the burn started, and she barely bit back words as
they formed in her brain. This wasn’t the first time he’d used
toothpaste on her, so she knew how bad it would hurt in a few
minutes, and she wasn’t sure she could handle the burn on top of
everything else.

Fingers stroked around and over her clit
hood, rubbing more toothpaste over sensitive skin, and Sam’s hips
fought the rope as they tried to move, to escape.

She couldn’t hold the marbles any longer.
Her pussy muscles let go and the remaining marbles clattered into
the metal below her. Soft lips touched her forehead over the
blindfold and Ethan’s deep voice rumbled, “Well done, Darlin’. A
new personal best, which means your required times this week will
go up. For now though, I think we need something bigger in your
ass.”

He didn’t tell her what was going in, and
she had no idea if it was another plug or the next size up
stretching ring. She gasped as the plug came out, managed to
control her noises as his fingers smoothed more lubricant inside of
her, and squealed in surprise as something large was once again
pressed into her.

He moved a little faster this time, and she
fought to let it in as her muscles were forced to accommodate its
girth.

Her clit was burning worse now, and the
inside of her arms ached in numerous places from the clothespins.
Her breasts hurt, too, but her inner arms screamed louder.

“Do you think my cock will fit in your pussy
while your ass is stuffed full?”

Sam tried to move her hips
again, the burn on her clit was almost too much, the clothespins on
her arms were nearing unbearable, and her pussy was so
empty
.

Something smooth touched her lips and she
opened them, groaning as she felt the ball gag enter. It was one of
the softer silicon ones that didn’t hurt the roof of her mouth, but
it spread her jaw painfully and she groaned around it.

The harness circled the back of her head and
came back to the front, and she felt him fastening it over her
forehead. The sides of the harness vibrated as rope pulled through
the metal rings, and soon her face was held stationary between the
two chair backs.

“You know what’s next, I’m sure.”

She did, but it didn’t make the first
flogger strike to her breast any easier to handle, and the
anticipation may have made it worse.

She screamed around the gag, and drool
quickly formed and dripped out of her mouth, down her chin, onto
her chest.

The flogger knocked the clothespins around
and made them pinch worse, but didn’t begin dislodging them for at
least a dozen strokes. He paused partway through to rake his hand
through the clothespins on her underarms a half a dozen times, and
her screams sounded foreign as the clothespins finally ripped off
the sensitive skin.

When the last couple of clothespins were
finally flogged off her breast, he kept going until she was sure
he’d taken the top layers of skin. She writhed and helplessly
fought the ropes, and at one point thought she might pass out from
the pain… or perhaps she was just so busy screaming she wasn’t
pulling enough oxygen in to remain conscious.

The flogging stopped and warm heat enveloped
her clit, alighting the burning sensation even more. The warmth
left her, but the blaze grew higher, and the ropes holding her legs
and arms fell away.

“Scoot to the side and pull your legs
together. I’ll give you a few minutes to regroup before I take you
back upstairs.”

Her legs screamed in agony as she pulled
them to a seated position and bent over in a fetal curl. She
wrapped her arms around her knees, pulled her legs up, and
whimpered in pained relief as her muscles re-acclimated.

An arm pushed under her knees and another
wrapped around her back, and she was lifted like an infant. She
relaxed into Ethan’s chest and heard, “You are so sexy with the red
ball stretching your mouth open. I’m going to take you upstairs and
fuck you, and you’ll have all three holes stretched to their
current limit.”

Ethan attached her right wrist to her right
ankle, then did the same on the other side. “I want to start with
your feet above your ears, but once I get started you can move into
whatever position you can manage.”

She pulled her legs and arms up over her
head, and groaned as she jostled the huge thing in her ass. The
plug had more give, while the aluminum rings didn’t, and she was
almost positive this was the next size stretching ring.

He pushed the head of his cock into her
quickly and she gasped in surprise, but he slowed once he hit more
resistance. She wanted to talk to him so much, to tell him how full
she was, how there wasn’t enough room for his cock and the new
ring, how the cinnamon burned her clit… but she knew better, even
if the huge ball hadn’t stretched her jaw and muted her tongue.

She could still whine and beg, could still
show pleasure or pain with her sounds though, and she made sure he
knew exactly how she felt every second as her gasps and pleas
filled the room.

“You want more, but don’t think you can
handle it. You want it to stop, but would go crazy if I pulled out
and left you alone.”

His voice told her he was about to lose
control, but was currently forcing himself to give her long, slow,
measured strokes. She moved her hands and feet down and around him,
until she was circled around him like one of those silly Velcro
monkeys. She wished she could raise up and kiss him, but sufficed
with caressing his back with her fingertips.

“Yeah, I love you, too. Hang on for me,
Darlin’.”

Ethan straightened his arms and pushed up,
and Sam held on for dear life as her back came off the bed. His
hands finally wrapped around her for support, and he situated
himself with her literally sitting in his lap. Sam’s arms wrapped
naturally around his rib cage, and her knees stuck out to the side
as her ankles dangled from her wrists.

Ethan leaned her back a little, forcing her
to release her grip around him while tilting her hips up so his
cock hit her g-spot.

And then he began moving, literally bouncing
her up and down on his lap, and she howled a series of nasal
screams as most of the sound came out of her nose instead of
fighting its way around the ball gag filling her mouth.

Just as she was sure she couldn’t hold her
orgasm back a second longer Ethan barked, “Come, Samantha!” and her
body soared into the stratosphere as a multitude of colors and
sensations washed over and through her, and she lost control of
every muscle in her body as she blissfully writhed in Ethan’s
strong arms.

Ethan usually lay with her for a while
before cleaning her up, but today he moved into action within
seconds of his orgasm, carrying her to the bathtub and using the
handheld sprayer to rinse the toothpaste from her clit. He placed
her with her wrists and ankles in the air, and he used one hand to
free her right hand.

“Here, hold the sprayer while I get your
cuffs off, so they don’t get wet.”

Sam held it over her clit, and when her left
hand was free, she used it to help get the burning cinnamon off
faster, thankful for the cool water.

Her ankle cuffs were removed and then the
ball gag and blindfold came off.

“Keep your eyes closed, don’t open them
until you’re ready. Scene’s not over, but I’ll let you speak for a
little while.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“For what? Letting you speak? Or for the
earthshaking orgasm you just had?”

“Ummm. Both? Sir?”

He chuckled. “I bet.”

When all the toothpaste was gone, Ethan
rubbed a soothing cream on and patted her mound. “Let’s dry off and
move back to the bedroom.”

“I’m kinda sleepy, Sir.”

“We need to work on your depth training, so
you’ll have two hours this evening. I’ll give you a choice of going
to sleep and trusting me take it out in two hours, watching a movie
in bed, or submitting to two hours of orgasm after orgasm
after—”

Sam interrupted with, “How about a movie,
with the option of falling asleep while we watch. Sir?”

“Wow.” His eyes twinkled as he gave an
arrogant smirk. “I really did wear you out.”

Sam looked down to her breasts, and raised
and twisted her arms to look at the sensitive skin the clips had
tortured. The red marks still looked pretty angry, and she could
see enough bruising to know it would look bad in the morning.

He lifted her and walked them both to the
bedroom. “I’ll rub some arnica cream on them once I get your depth
training started. Let’s move you to hands and knees for this.”

He settled her gently on the bed, and Sam
rolled over and pushed into position, watching as he gathered the
lube, the long dildo, and the harness.

She expected him to take the stretching ring
out, and tried to release it as she felt it twisting, but he said,
“No, don’t push. It’s staying in for now. I’m taking the plug out
of it.”

He pulled and twisted the
plug out while holding the ring portion in, and then she gasped as
she realized he was pushing the long dildo into her
through
the stretching
ring.