Safeword: Matte – In Training

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The wedding is four months away, and Ethan has promised to train Sam to handle a planned honeymoon activity. He’s calculated the math to figure out her goals each week. When she reaches the weekly target she gets a massage and lots of fun orgasms. But if she doesn’t, it’s the stainless steel cane.

All this along with navigating her clients’ drama, planning a wedding, dealing with her mother while planning the wedding, and having lots and lots of wild and kinky sex.

And we haven’t even mentioned the bachelorette party.

Warning: This title contains graphic language, consensual BDSM some may find objectionable, anal sex, bondage, and the use of toys including crops, clips, clamps, plugs, and gags.

Release Date: June 20, 2014
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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, 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.”




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