Safeword: Matte - In Training (14 page)

“That’s it, Sir.”

Ethan leaned down, stood and looked at her a
moment, and leaned down again. He turned as he stood without
meeting her gaze, walking to his phone to enter the measurements in
his spreadsheet.

“Come off the plug and kneel, Samantha.”

Her heart dropped at the displeased note in
his voice, and she gingerly worked herself off the plug and
gracefully dropped to her knees, taking special care to place the
backs of her hands flat against her back, just below her shoulder
blades. She double-checked the spread of her knees, settled her
shoulders back and down, held her head level, and looked at the
ground.

“Moving a half inch lower on the plug means
gaining an eighth of an inch diameter. You didn’t quite make it an
eighth of an inch lower, which means your diameter increase is
almost nonexistent. You managed to increase your size by about the
thickness of eight sheets of paper.”

Sam’s heart sank even farther. She didn’t
know if this would mean three cane strokes, or four. She’d only
received four strokes once before, and it was the outer limit of
what she could handle. She found herself both excited and in terror
at the notion she couldn’t safeword out of the pain.

“Since you didn’t make it the entire first
eighth of an inch, you’ll receive four strokes. I’m tempted to do
this unrestrained since you don’t have a safeword, but I’ll give
you the choice of physical restraints or self-restraint.”

“Physical restraints, please Sir.”

“Very well. Put your wrist and ankle cuffs
on and meet me downstairs in your workout room.”

When she arrived downstairs Ethan had tied
both ends of a rope to her chin-up bar, and it dangled below like a
swing without a seat. She noted more ropes tied to the base, with
clips on them, and her heart fluttered and her stomach somersaulted
as she raised her gaze to meet his.

“I shouldn’t have to tell you where I want
you. Place the outsides of your feet on the inside of the support
bars and bend over the rope.”

He was all business, and Sam felt like a
lamb being led to slaughter as she counted the eleven steps it took
to reach the equipment. She was surprised to find the rope slack
when she leaned over it, as she’d expected it to hold her up.

Ethan leaned down to attach her ankle and
wrist cuffs to the clips, and when he stood he tightened the rope
under her stomach. She leaned her head sideways and saw he’d run it
through a loop at the top, using it as a pulley as he tugged the
rope to tighten it under her.

“Lean forward a little more; I want the rope
on your hip bones, not your abdomen.”

His fingers settled the rope where he wanted
it, and she felt him tying it off.

“Are you secure, Samantha?”

She attempted to move forward and backward,
and then left to right. She didn’t think her bottom moved more than
an inch or two forward and backwards, and perhaps two or three
inches sideways. She knew he could tie it off to the side supports
to further immobilize her if he wanted, but she wouldn’t be going
anywhere, so there was no need. “Yes, Sir.”

“How many strikes are you about to receive,
and why?”

“Four strikes, Sir, because I failed to meet
my goal.”

“And why did you fail to meet your
goal?”

Saying she’d been busy was a cop-out. This
was supposed to be a priority, and she’d taken every short cut she
could get away with this week. She raised her head to look at his
reflection in the mirror. His eyes were like green granite, and
fear shot through her body at their intensity. “I didn’t meet my
goal because I took the easy way out too many times this week. You
gave me the option of less stretch when necessary, and trusted my
judgment for when I needed to push myself, and when I should back
off a little. I took advantage of your trust, Sir.”

“I appreciate your
honesty. You’ll receive one stroke every ten seconds. I won’t
require you to count out loud, and you’re under no speech
restrictions — including the requirement to use Sir with every
sentence. Per our agreement, I won’t honor
Matte
, so if something’s wrong
you’ll need to tell me the specific problem to get me to
stop.”

He turned and walked to a cooler she hadn’t
noticed earlier. “I believe you’re still feeling some of the
effects of subspace from the flogger, so we have a few more items
to put in place before we begin.”

She dropped her head to watch him between
her knees, and tried to ignore the terror threading through her
veins and arteries. In Ethan’s view, consequences and punishments
weren’t about sex or fun, and were never given when she was horny
or in any form of subspace. She’d hoped he would overlook her
current state, given the severity of what she was about to receive,
but apparently not.

He walked to her with two sheets of metal in
one hand, and his other hand wrapped around something, concealing
it.

He bent down behind her. “Lift your left
foot, please.”

She could only lift it about an inch, but
that was enough for him to slide the thin sheet under her foot.
When she lowered it, she gasped as cold knifed through her foot and
up her leg. It’d been soaking in ice water, and was still wet, and
was beyond freezing.

He did the same to her right leg, and then
stood and leaned over her to press a piece of ice to her clit. Sam
squealed and tried to escape the cold, but he held it firm. When
she stopped fighting he used his other fingers to pull her clit
hood back and press the ice directly onto her clit, without even
the protection of the thin layer of protective skin.

When he finally pulled away she wasn’t
horny, and all of her endorphins had fled her body. Some people
could go into subspace from cold, but Ethan had experimented around
enough to know exactly how to pull her out of any enjoyment she
might receive.

“My phone will chime and light up four
times, at ten second intervals. If you’re screaming you won’t hear
it, but I’ll be able to see it even if your voice drowns out the
chime.” He gave her a few seconds to absorb his words before
continuing. “When we’re done I’ll insert your anal stretching ring,
and will wait from fifteen to thirty minutes to free you. I intend
to thoroughly face-fuck you when I release you, and you won’t have
an orgasm until at least noon tomorrow.”

Sam nodded her understanding. He regularly
instituted orgasm denial after punishments, so she wasn’t
surprised, and arguing at this point would do no good. She’d agreed
to give him control of her orgasms; it would be unreasonable to
complain every time she didn’t like one of his decisions.

He propped his phone on her weight bench,
picked up the stainless cane, adjusted his grip, pushed a button on
his phone, and quickly returned to her. She heard the chime and
looked towards the mirror to watch him raise his arm and quickly
swing it towards her ass.

Knowing what to expect didn’t help her deal
with the pain, and she bellowed in shock and agony as her body
hopelessly tried to escape. Adrenaline shot through her veins and
she felt the soft leather on her wrists and ankles as she fought
her restraints. Her thigh, back, and stomach muscles futilely
strained to lift her torso, and she heard the chime amongst her
screams and pleas.

Her hips unsuccessfully tried to push the
rope forward, her ass and thigh muscles tensed, the frigid metal
sheets beneath her feet slid as she tried to get traction with her
feet, and she heard herself begging, “Oh please don’t! Please!
No!”

Her ass exploded in concentrated pain and
fire once again and she bellowed, screamed, begged, and pleaded as
her body frantically tried to escape.

She didn’t hear the chime this time, but saw
him take a preparatory step as she looked through her legs, and she
once again tensed and tried to push forward on the ropes. She knew
it would hurt worse on taut muscles, but her rational brain wasn’t
in control.

It seemed the last stroke came faster, and
she must’ve had her eyes closed, because it came without warning. A
wave of nausea swept over her and she was sure she was about to
throw up the sports drink, if any was left in her stomach.

She couldn’t manage words for several long
seconds as she screamed and writhed, but finally managed to say,
“Gonna throw up!”

Ethan released her hands and stood her up
immediately. He stood with her a few seconds, made sure she had a
good grip on the supports beside her, and took a few seconds to
walk to the cooler, dunk his hand in the ice water, and walk back.
He settled his cold hand on her forehead and she groaned as she
leaned back against him, the nausea fading with the cold on her
face.

He didn’t hurry her, and when she finally
said, “Thank you, Sir,” his hand had long since grown warm and
moved down to hold her against him.

“You’re welcome. If you’re up to it, we’ll
continue, but I won’t bend you all the way back over.”

Sam nodded and Ethan retrieved another rope,
which he tossed over the chin-up bar. He attached her wrists behind
her back, and ran the rope through the connectors.

“Lean forward, Samantha.”

He raised her arms until her upper body was
at a ninety degree angle to her feet, and tied her off. He walked
away and stepped back, donning a glove as he moved. It took him
several long minutes to work the stretching ring into her ass. He
was neither gentle nor rough, and he didn’t go faster than she
could handle, but somehow managed to hover at the edge of extreme
discomfort without pushing into pure pain.

When it was in he dropped to a squat behind
her and squeezed her welts. Sam screamed in surprise and then
moaned in pain as he continued, and she yelped occasional squeals
as his fingers manipulated the hard welts left by the cane.

“You’ll have lovely bruises for at least a
week, Samantha darling.” He stood. “And if you don’t manage to make
your goal the day after tomorrow, you’ll receive more.”

Samantha tried to lift up, to turn to look
at him, but her shoulders and arms painfully reminded her she’d
stay where he put her, and she leaned forward again and dropped her
head in defeat. If she’d missed her goal by so much, she’d likely
receive at least two cane strokes Sunday. Next week she’d have to
not only catch up on lost time, but somehow manage to make the next
week’s goals, too.

Ethan moved in front of her and casually
loosened his belt before unbuttoning and unzipping. His cock was
rock hard when he pulled it out, and their eyes locked as he took
his time masturbating.

“I think I’ve changed my mind about fucking
your face after I free you, since you’re in the perfect position
now.”

Sam didn’t respond, but she didn’t look away
from his piercing stare, either. After what felt like several long
minutes he stepped towards her, wrapped his hands around the back
of her head, and thrust into her mouth. He held in place, just at
the back of her throat without pushing into the soft tissue, and
said, “Wrap your lips around your teeth, I’m not in the mood to
feel them today.”

Sometimes he enjoyed teeth, other times not.
Sam curled her lips, and her eyes watered at the extra stretch to
her jaw. She’d learned to accommodate him, but the extra few
millimeters pushed her into a painful stretch.

He pistoned in and out until Sam thought he
was about to come, but then pushed to the opening of her throat and
stopped. “Get a breath while you can,” he warned.

Sam gasped air in and gagged as he pushed
into her throat. She tried to swallow around it, but it was
hopeless, and tears formed and dripped down her cheeks as she
gagged and wretched around the cock buried in her throat.

He pulled out and let her get a good breath
before fucking her mouth in earnest once again. The breath control
worked to turn her on enough to wish his cock were in her pussy,
but with the promise of orgasm denial, it was just as well he
wasn’t.

She tasted the first squirt and was
surprised when he pulled out. He worked his cock and came on her
face, across her nose, her forehead, and one eyelid.

“Open your mouth and show me your
tongue.”

His voice was warning and order all at once,
and she opened immediately and thrust her tongue as far out as it
would go. A finger swiped the cum from her eyelid and wiped it
across her tongue. She was pulling it in as he said, “Keep it out.
Don’t you dare move until you’re told.”

Her heart jumped in her chest and she froze
a few seconds before pushing it back out.

He wiped more cum from her eye and
distributed it across her tongue before using a cloth to carefully
clean around her eye.

“Open your eyes and look at me with my cum
all over your face.”

Her pussy came to life as her gaze met his.
She’d managed enough arousal to not hate the blowjob, and the
breath control had flipped another switch, but this set up a burn
inside of her she knew she’d have to live with a while. The
reminder he had enough power to deny her release stoked the heat
inside her even more, and it was all she could do to keep her eyes
open and focused on his. She wanted to let her eyelids close and
lose herself in the feelings, but his countenance demanded she
allow him to look into her soul. Sam felt raw inside; she wanted to
hide from his gaze, but knew better than to disobey a direct order,
especially right now.

He scooped a drip at her jawline and rubbed
it on her tongue. She had to fight to keep her tongue out, so he
could see his cum puddled against the pink backdrop.

“I want to see my cum on your face, watch
you hold it on your tongue. Your ass has to be aching by now.” He
bent to her face and spoke low. “The impact lines from the cane,
the muscles stretched open by the plug. I imagine your shoulders
and arms are burning, and probably the muscles around your
collarbone and running down your chest.”