Safeword: Matte - In Training (4 page)

“I believe I only lifted speech restrictions
if you had information you needed to give me?”

Sam opened her mouth to protest, realized he
was right, started to apologize, but was afraid she’d open herself
to more punishment if she spoke again.

“I’ll let it slide for now, as I think you
were in speaking mode and forgot it’d been with limitations.”

Sam gave her best ‘thank you’ smile, and
Ethan said, “You’re welcome. Now, lube the plug well and straddle
it. I want you to pull the ring from your ass just before you sit
yourself down on the plug. I know how far I got it into you
earlier, we’re going to see how far you can get yourself onto it
without taking it past the point of moderate discomfort. If you
push too hard you’ll need time to heal, and then we’ll have to
start again. The trick throughout your training will be to find the
balance between a healthy stretch and a damaging one.”

Sam accepted the lube from Ethan and took
her time making sure the plug was slick. She squatted over it and
twisted around to pull the stretching ring, and made involuntary
grunts and groans as her ass felt both relief and protest as it
came out. She quickly sat herself onto the monster plug and leaned
forward with her forearms on her knees as she lowered herself onto
it. Ethan took the stretching ring from her hand and she shifted to
grasp her thighs for leverage as she slowly sat on the plug and
spread her ass open.

When she was sure she’d gone as far as she
should, she stopped and said, “That’s it, Sir.”

He inspected the side of the cone and said,
“Very good. I’m pleased with your progress. This gives me a good
idea of what you can take both before and after a nice warm-up. Sit
where you are just a little bit longer. Let me note the measurement
in my spreadsheet and we’ll move onto the next training
aspect.”

He reached for his phone and Sam closed her
eyes. Her entire body felt taut — her thighs holding the weight of
her body as much as possible, her abs as she leaned into her
thighs, her knees and calves. And yet her ass was spread wide and
demanded most of her attention. She could see her lower body in the
mirror, and she wondered why he’d wanted her to see this.

A few minutes later she had her answer as he
stepped back to her and leaned down again, so she could see his
face between her legs in the mirror. He used a permanent marker to
circle the plug, saying, “When you can sit down to the line, you’ll
be able to handle me.”

Sam’s eyes grew wide at the distance she
still needed to go.

“Don’t panic. We have plenty of time to get
you there.” He stood and touched his palm to her stomach. “Stand
up. You can lean back against me, or forward on my hand, if you
need, for balance. I won’t let you fall.”

Sam breathed in relief as she stood and her
asshole was finally allowed to close.

“Speech restrictions are lifted for a while.
You can talk as you wish, just use respect. This next phase is
about making sure you keep all of the muscles we’re stretching
toned, and while we’re at it we may as well tone your pussy
muscles, too.”

He opened a box and turned it towards her so
she could see the anal beads inside. “The stretching ring is made
of an aluminum alloy to keep it light. These are made of stainless
steel to give them some weight.”

Ethan reached for the spreader bar under the
bed and pulled it out. He’d made this one from PVC pipe instead of
buying one, as he’d wanted to stretch her until she was practically
in the splits. When he attached her ankles to the very end, her
crotch was only about a foot off the ground. He rarely used the
holes on the end when she was standing, though. He preferred a set
of narrower holes that put her in the perfect position for him to
fuck from behind when on his knees. He’d built a padded footstool
to lean her over, just the right height to make her totally
helpless when bound to it and spread wide.

However, today he positioned her facing the
bed and had her spread her legs until they reached the outermost
holes. He handed her the bondage strap to hold onto for balance and
said, “The anal beads will go in your ass and you’ll be required to
hold them in. I also have a dozen glass marbles to go in your
pussy.”

He proceeded to poke the string of heavy
anal beads into her, leaving the last hanging out like an obscene
pug tail as she looked behind her into the mirror.

He donned a glove before poking the glass
marbles into her pussy as he said, “I soaked them in alcohol and
let them dry, then boiled them, to be sure they’re sterile. I’m
wearing the glove since I just poked the anal beads in — next time
I’ll do the marbles first. I’m inserting a dozen, and we’ll count
to be sure all twelve come out.”

Sam moaned in pleasure as his finger went
into her pussy, and groaned in complaint as his hand left to
retrieve another marble.

“Today I want to get an
idea of what you can do. Every two minutes you hold them in will
give you one chance to speak without punishment when under speech
restrictions. Starting
now
.”

Sam clamped down hard on both the anal beads
and the marbles. “What if I lose them from one place and not the
other? Does the time keep going?”

“If you lose them from your pussy but not
your ass — or the other way around — then you’ll earn a chance
every four minutes. Your time doesn’t round up, though. If you last
three minutes and fifty-five seconds, only the first two minutes
count. This means you need to hold out for as long as you possibly
can, because it’d be a bitch to miss the next cut-off by only a few
seconds.”

“You aren’t going to let me see how long
I’ve lasted?”

“Not until you’ve dropped both the marbles
and beads. I may decide one marble by itself doesn’t count, and let
you continue if you hold the rest. Same with the anal beads, if you
only lose one but seem to be in control of the rest I’ll let you
keep going and won’t count it. So if you have a muscle twitch and
lose one, try to keep holding on.”

Sam wanted to keep count in her head, but
Ethan kept talking to her. After a while, talking grew more
difficult as her pussy and ass muscles protested. The weight of the
beads made her feel like she needed to have a bowel movement in the
worst sort of way, and her pussy muscles were quivering with the
effort to hold the marbles in.

Worse still, the trembling moved the marbles
and beads around inside, and she was right on the edge of an
orgasm. She knew she’d lose everything if she came.

If she could do this for twenty minutes,
she’d have ten opportunities to talk while under speech
restrictions. Surely she could last twenty minutes?

The anal beads were the first to hit the
floor, and the action of them coming out threw her into an orgasm,
which propelled everything from her body at high speed.

Ethan was supporting her weight when the
orgasm finished, and she leaned back against him, exhausted.

“Did you have permission to come?”

“No Sir. I’m sorry. I didn’t know I was
going to until it started. I mean, I’ve been pretty close for a
while, but thought I had it under control. I had no idea losing the
anal beads would trigger it. I’m sorry, Sir.”

He kissed her cheek from behind, his arms
and body still supporting her. “Okay, since we haven’t worked on
orgasm control during anal play, we’ll call it one stroke of the
stainless instead of three, and I’ll add some anal play into your
denial training sessions.” He leaned to unclip her from the
spreader bar and helped her stand before pressing her forward until
she was bent over the bed.

“Let’s get it over with before we move onto
the final aspect of training.”

“Yes, Sir.”

He stepped into her closet a moment and came
back to her head first, holding the cane in front of her lips for
her to kiss before he stepped behind her. Sam wanted to give him
her submission, and understood this was an important step towards
accepting her punishment. She’d agreed to the power exchange,
agreed to the rules, and now had to pay the consequences for
breaking them.

As her lips touched the cane, he asked, “Why
are you receiving this?”

“For having an orgasm without permission,
Sir.”

“That’s correct. Grab your elbows behind
your back, and don’t release them until you’re told.”

Sam complied and within a few seconds felt
the cut of the cane across her lower ass. She bellowed like a
wounded animal, and squeezed her hands to be sure they stayed on
her elbows while desperately trying to suck in oxygen and deal with
the burn and shock soaking through skin, muscles, nerves, and
bones.

Ethan helped her stand and pulled her to
him, folding her into his embrace as he rubbed her back. “You can
drop your arms. It’s over, Darlin’.” The fire in her ass didn’t
diminish, but his gentle strength soothed her soul, and she let him
take care of her.

“Do you need something to drink before we
start the final bit?” Wow, now that he mentioned it, her mouth felt
as if it’d been wiped with cotton. She nodded and he reached for a
bottled water on the night table, and helped her with it.

When she’d had all she wanted he took a few
long drinks, and Sam found herself mesmerized by the muscles of his
throat. He set the water down and perused her face, deciding how
she was holding up. He finally said, “This last part shouldn’t be
too bad. We’ll likely do it twice on weekends and once during the
week for a while, but can probably back off to twice a week before
long. Here, stretch out on the bed; you can lie on your stomach
this time, if you’d rather.”

He pulled a long, floppy dildo with a plug
base from his bag. “I had this custom made, too. Once we get you
used to having something deep, I won’t have to worry so much about
hurting you when I pile-drive into your ass.” He smiled and lifted
the toy into her line of sight. “This isn’t very big around; it’s
only about two thirds the diameter of the plug you managed
earlier.”

Sam had started out on her stomach but
rolled to her side so she could see him — and the dildo — as he
talked. He held the dildo sideways, showing off the slits through
it about every half inch. “I have the harness set so it’ll be about
a half inch longer than the depth you took the other night.
Remember what I said about not stimulating your ass with fucking
motions? It’ll go in and the harness will hold it in place for
eight to ten hours before I remove it. You’ll sleep in this for
now, as it won’t be comfortable to sit until you can take the whole
thing. We’ll always make sure you’re clean inside first so you
won’t need to go to the restroom.”

He loaded a lube launcher and eyed her
position. “Feel free to move around as you need to, whatever’s most
comfortable. The best position for this is probably either knees
and chest, or standing while bent over something with your chest
touching but not your stomach, or lying on your left side with your
right leg pulled up.”

Sam thought a moment and pulled her right
leg to her chest. He nodded his approval and shot the lube into her
ass before thoroughly coating the dildo.

Her ass protested at the initial invasion,
but she breathed through it and forced herself to relax and open
for it, thankful he was going slow and allowing her time to get
used to it. After what felt like a couple of inches, he stopped
pushing and said, “Let your leg down and get comfortable, just
leave it high enough to give me access.”

She complied and he slowly snaked the dildo
into her. He hadn’t been kidding about not giving her the sensation
of being fucked; this was too clinical to be arousing in a primal
way. However, the super slow, controlled, endless invasion was
turning her on in its own way, and she moaned in frustration.

“Tell me when I reach the end. We’ll push
past it a little, but I’ll go slow and your body should accommodate
quickly.”

“What is this, the
royal
we
?” She
turned her head towards him and raised her eyebrows as she said,
“
I’m
not pushing
past anything. Sir. I’m just laying here.”

Ethan appraised her a few long seconds and
Sam’s heart dropped as she worried he’d taken her words as
disrespect instead of the lighthearted teasing she’d intended. His
mouth finally broke into a half smile and he said, “I intend to do
this for you most of the time, but there may be times I instruct
you to put it in before you turn in for the night. Watch the sass,
Samantha. I know you didn’t mean any disrespect, but you’re
skirting the edge. Tell me how this feels.”

“I’m sorry, Sir.” She took a breath and
answered his question. “It doesn’t hurt, and there’s plenty of lube
so it’s sliding in easy enough, but it feels like I need to go to
the bathroom. I know I don’t. You had me clean myself pretty
thoroughly, so there can’t be anything needing to come out, but…”
She shook her head. “I’m not sure how I’ll handle this all night,
Sir. I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep.”

“That’s why we’re doing it on the weekend;
if you don’t sleep well you can always nap tomorrow. I’m hoping to
give you enough orgasms to send you to sleep tonight though, so
don’t worry about it too much just yet.”

He finally hit a wall and Sam gasped as her
body involuntarily tried to move towards the headboard. Ethan
stopped and said, “Reach your arms up as high as you can and try to
stretch your spine. Move however you need to get comfortable, just
focus on elongating your torso as you do.”

Sam stretched up and rolled partway to her
stomach, letting her leg down some more as she did. She felt
Ethan’s strong hands gingerly pushing the dildo in, felt it
touching the wall and sliding on it, but she could handle it this
time.