Sam looked at Ethan for his opinion and Kai added, “It’s a remote waterfall, the only way to it is via kayak, and I don’t mind leaving the two of you alone for a while.”
“Sounds like a perfect ending to a perfect day,” said Ethan, as he aimed his kayak towards the stream.
Sam’s arms were about to fall off again by the time they made it upstream to the waterfall, but she agreed the spot was totally worth it. Kai stayed long enough to make sure they were comfortable with the area and understood the danger zones before saying, “I showed you where we’ll pull out downstream. I’ll head there now and wait for you. If anyone paddles this way I’ll come with them, and blow my whistle as we approach. Your cellphones are in the float bags inside your kayaks; I’ll have mine out so I can hear it once I get to the landing. Call me if you need me, otherwise I’ll see you there.”
“Are we getting the extra special treatment because I tipped him so well Monday?” Sam wondered aloud, as she watched him paddle around the bend and out of sight.
“Maybe, but he seems to just genuinely want to give us a wonderful trip and great memories.”
“Yeah. He’s one of the good guys.” Ethan raised his eyebrows and Sam laughed as she splashed water towards him. “If I were a decade younger I might be attracted to him, but only if he were kinky, and I seriously doubt he’s capable of giving me what I need.”
“Well, I have no problems giving you what you need,” his voice changed, dropping several octaves as he added, “but you need to take your clothes off, Samantha.”
Sam’s heart skipped a few beats, her body programmed to react to Ethan’s Dom voice. Her tired arms protested as she pressed out of the water onto a large, flat rock, but she ignored them and stood to take her bike shorts off. She didn’t bother with her shirt, thinking he wouldn’t want her naked, but the look on his face quickly told her otherwise. She looked around, uncomfortable, but didn’t argue as she pulled the shirt off, and then the sports bra.
Her nipples pebbled, and she felt self-conscious standing on the rock naked. Looking around again, she sat, pulled her knees to her chest, and wrapped her arms around her bent legs.
“Lean back on your elbows and spread your legs,” Ethan said, his voice kind, coaxing. She didn’t doubt it was an order, but realized he was trying to help her feel comfortable. Kai had pretty much assured them of privacy, and though she worried they wouldn’t hear the whistle above the roar of the falls, figured he wouldn’t have planned for it if the whistle couldn’t be heard.
Ethan raised his torso out of the water and onto the rock, his legs floating behind him as he lowered his face to her crotch and licked with long, slow, agonizing strokes.
Sam forgot about being self-conscious and groaned as she raised her hips towards him.
Several orgasms later he pulled her into the water and sat her on his cock. Sometimes sex didn’t work so well in the water, but she was wet enough with her own juices it wasn’t a problem. The water churned around them as he took her hard, and the roar of the falls merged with Sam’s screams and Ethan’s growls when they finally came together.
Chapter Six
Ethan had given her at least twenty-four hours to recover between each time he’d taken her in the ass, but Friday night he warned the following day would be rough.
“I plan to keep you bound for most of the day, and I intend push against some of your limits.”
“What kind of limits?” Sam asked as her heart rate picked up tempo, and she marveled at how quickly he could make her want him. The promise of pleasure mixed with the spice of pain, and the threat of his taking her farther than before — she trusted him, knew he’d never push past what she could handle, but she also knew he’d take her right to the edge. And hold her there.
“None of your hard limits, but I’ll push you farther than you think you can go, on things we’ve already done.”
Sam tried to get more details, but he only said, “You’ll find out tomorrow. I’ll begin tonight with a large enema, and won’t require you to sleep in bondage so you can go to the restroom as needed, but you can expect to be restrained tomorrow night.”
Sam took a breath and nodded. She’d wanted more, wanted him to push her, and it looked like she was about to get her wish. She hoped he intended to claim more than her ass on their honeymoon — she wanted more firsts, and she wanted him to assert his dominance in new ways, to remind her she’d given herself to him for life.
“Thank you.”
He tucked a stray hair behind her ear. “Why are you thanking me?”
“For knowing what I need. I’ll probably dislike a good part of what you do, but we both need you to assert your ownership of me. I’m yours forever, and I was hoping…” She trailed off. It was hard to admit she wanted him to solidify his ownership, to conquer and possess her so there was no doubt she belonged to him.
He smiled. “For your honesty, I’ll tell you I intend to push you physically and mentally.”
“Mentally? You mean like psychological stuff?”
“Does the idea turn you on?”
“I scares me a little, which is a turn-on, but without knowing what you intend to do…” She did another internal inventory. “Not really.”
“Nice try, but I’m not giving details.” He smiled and added, “Has anyone ever pointed out the more overwhelmed and exhausted you are, the more malleable you become, and the deeper you go into subspace?”
Sam nodded. “Yeah, a pair of Doms who used to like to work me over said they had to overwhelm me to get me out of my head.”
He tilted his head. “Did you enjoy being worked over by two men at once?”
“Yeah, but it wasn’t about sex, you know? Just, so much going on at once I couldn’t think about it, all I could do was live through it. Experience it.”
“Well, there’s only one of me, but I think maybe I’ll find a way to make do.”
Sam hesitated, worried she’d hurt his feelings, or somehow challenged him to outdo them, but he reassured her. “Hey, none of that. We both have histories, and I can’t be jealous of anyone you were with before you met me.”
Relieved he understood, Sam said, “Can I ask a favor? Or, maybe permission?”
“You can ask.”
She rolled her eyes at him, grinned, and then looked down as she said, “Right now I’m being the mature, well-adjusted submissive who is mostly admitting I want whatever it is you have in store for me tomorrow. I know why you’re doing it, and would probably be disappointed if you didn’t do more than you already have…if you didn’t push me.” She looked up and quickly added, “Though I love what we’ve already done!”
His smile was patient. “You haven’t asked a question.”
“Tomorrow, is it okay if I hate some of it while you’re doing it? So I don’t have to admit part of me wants it?”
He considered her question a few heartbeats and asked, “Which part of you wants it, and which part will hate it?”
“The person bound, with no choice, no escape from the pain… the person living through it, will hate it. But, the submissive who wants to belong to you, who wants you to own her…me…” She shook her head. “I don’t know, maybe it’s best if I keep both parts of my psyche present.”
“I’m not sure I have an answer for you right now, but I’m glad you asked.” He ran his hand through his hair. “Do whatever you feel is best. If I don’t think it’s working, I’ll make you admit to wanting it.”
* * * *
As promised, Ethan gave her a series of enemas, working up until she could take the entire contents of the large silicone bag. For the first enemas he took it easy, allowed the water to go in slow, and completely stopped it when she cramped. However, he pulled her hands behind her back for the final enema, lifted the bag a little higher, and opened the valve all the way. He reduced the flow a few times when she begged, but seemed to get off on filling her faster than she thought she could handle, and pointing out she’d take what he gave her.
/> He was rock hard as he administered the final enema, and seemed to relish maintaining his hard-on. He stroked himself slowly as she begged and writhed, and made no motion towards attempting to get himself off.
Sam had never held so much water before, and was a little alarmed at her distended belly, but so turned on by his control over her, she didn’t know what to do with herself.
When he at last let her go to the toilet, Sam thought she’d never get rid of all of the water, and when she finally came out of the bathroom she was exhausted.
He’d put her in the restroom at the far end of the house, thoughtfully helping her maintain a little more privacy. She was still mortified at the sounds and smells her body made when expelling, though he insisted it was a natural response and she had no reason to be embarrassed.
Ethan looked up from the sofa in the great room as she entered. He gave her a quick head-to-toe scrutiny, and his face looked appropriately sympathetic as he said, “You look tired. I filled the tub halfway, but it’s likely cooled by now. Go ahead and fill it the rest of the way, to whatever temperature you want. I’ll join you in a little while and wash your back, but pull your hair up so it doesn’t get wet. I don’t want to have to mess with drying it tonight.”
The water hadn’t cooled as much as he’d thought, and Sam sank into the heavenly warmth as it filled with more hot water. He’d left an iced sports drink on the edge of the tub, and she drank it as she relaxed in the soothing water. Just as she was ready to get out and fall into bed, Ethan arrived and washed her back before instructing her to stand and bend over with legs spread wide so he could wash her ass.
He rinsed her with the handheld showerhead, helped her out of the tub, and dried her all over. His voice was gentle, though undoubtedly still in Dom mode, and Sam followed instructions without hesitation. He was rock hard, and she knew he’d find relief before she was allowed to go to sleep, but she hoped he gave her ass a break after the series of enemas.
“Do you need to use the toilet again? How are you holding up?”
“I’m very tired, Sir.”
“Yes.” He caressed her cheek and pulled her to him, so she could lean against his strength. “I expect you are. It feels as if your energy goes out with the water sometimes, doesn’t it?”
Sam wondered when he’d had an enema, to know how it felt, but decided now wasn’t the time to ask. “Yes, Master. It does.”
He kissed the top of her head. “Well, one more job for you tonight, and then you can sleep.” He turned her away from him and urged her towards the door. “Stand beside the bed and lean over it. I’ll be there shortly.”
She was nearly to the door when he said, “Oh, and Samantha?” She stopped and turned. “I’m taking your voice. If you need to go to the bathroom and can’t wait, you may tell me. Otherwise, any words will be punished.”
Sam nodded and continued to the bed.
Ethan took his time lubing her ass and stretching it, so the initial entry wasn’t as bad as it could’ve been. Sam squealed and whined to let him know where she was, but he took her fast and hard, kicking her legs apart when she tried to pull them together, and pressing her chest and shoulders into the bed when she tried to stand. It took forever for him to finally come, and when he did, the warmth jetting into her ass made her bowels react.
“Bathroom, please Master!”
He let her up and she ran to the en-suite bathroom, not sure she could make it to any of the others. It turned out to be mostly gas, and she was mortified Ethan was hearing it, but he stayed in the bedroom and didn’t mention it when she returned. He merely opened his arms and welcomed her to bed.
“Sleep now, Samantha. Your voice restriction will still be in place when you awake in the morning. Tomorrow will be rough, and you aren’t going to want to start the day with a punishment, so I hope you remember.”
Chapter Seven
Sam awakened to the feel of something enveloping her wrist, and opened her eyes to see Ethan buckling her softest leather cuffs. He glanced at her to acknowledge he knew she’d awakened, but didn’t say anything until he’d fastened all four cuffs.
“Use the restroom if you need to, and meet me in the kitchen. I’ll fix us both a honey and Greek yogurt smoothie before we get started.”
Thankfully, the smoothie put some energy back into Sam’s muscles, but she felt she needed to hydrate better. She walked to the fridge, pulled some sports drink out, and looked at him in what she hoped he’d understand was her asking permission to drink it.
“I’m about to put you through the ringer, and plan to offer you small amounts to drink as we go, because I don’t want too much in your stomach at once. Drink a little if you feel dehydrated. You know what your body needs, but be aware you’ll probably be doing the equivalent of a five mile run soon, and I’ll give you eight ounces at a time throughout the day, as I feel you need it.”
Sam drank a few ounces, let it settle, downed a few more, and returned the bottle to the refrigerator.
Ethan motioned her to him and pulled her into his embrace. “Your trust means the world to me, Samantha. I love hearing you call me Master, but sometimes your silence says more than words.” He looked into her face. “I love you. Today will be hard mentally as well as physically, but we’re both ready for me to push you, to give you a challenge.” He kissed her forehead. “This is it. Use the restroom one last time if you need to, and then meet me in the great room.”
When Sam came out of the bathroom, rope dangled from the ceiling beam, and Ethan had donned a pair of shorts. She walked to him and he attached the quick-release end of the rope to her right wrist cuff, and pulled the other end until her right arm was stretched high over her head before knotting it onto her left cuff, so both of her arms were high enough she almost had to go onto tiptoes.
Without saying a word, he lubed her ass with one finger, then two, and stepped away to retrieve the second largest training plug. Her ass was still sore from the enemas and then being thoroughly fucked, and she shook her head and begged with her eyes, but he merely lifted her by the hips with his left arm, so she was in the air with her weight on his forearm as he used his right hand to insert the plug.
She screeched as the widest part stretched her open, and gave a small scream when it finally slid home and he settled her feet back on the floor.
“You’ve seen the pony-girls run with their knees high. Get started.”
Sam looked at him in confusion as it took a few seconds for her brain to process his words, and she felt a sting to her left calf muscle. She looked down to see a crop in his hands as he said, “Now, Samantha. Run in place and pull your knees high with each step.”
Sam grabbed the rope as she lifted first one knee, and then the other. The plug in her ass shifted with each step, and she felt her ab muscles engage, as well as her thighs and calves. Within the first dozen steps her torso stretched, so she could land on her heels and use her entire foot to push back up.
Ethan circled her as she ran, critiquing her form and occasionally using the crop on her ass, thighs, and calves. “More graceful, land softer and push up like a deer. I’ll add things to your body as we go; this is the easy part. Concentrate on your form.”
When he finally allowed her to stop, it was only to add scratchy hemp rope around her rib cage, and then to circle each breast until they stuck out lewdly. He held a bottle with a straw so she could drink. “This is six ounces. You can have the whole thing.”
She sucked it down, and he tweaked both her nipples before he stepped away and put the crop back into striking position. “Run for me, Samantha.”
It was harder to breathe now, with the rope encircling her ribs, and she was more conscious of her naked breasts.
“Point your toes when they’re in the air,” he said as the crop struck her ass. “Graceful, Samantha. I know you can do this. We’ve barely begun.”
Sam was breathing hard when he let her stop again, and she was beginning to hate the damned crop.
After
giving her another six ounces of sports drink, he produced a large dildo and said, “Raise your right leg.” He held his left arm out and she propped her leg across it, but he shook his head and said, “Graceful, Samantha.”
Taking a breath to keep from snapping at him, she straightened her leg, pointed her toe, and arched her back, which pushed her breasts out even farther.
He nodded. “Better. I hope you’re wet, because I didn’t bring lube.” The dildo pushed at her entrance a few seconds before sliding in, and Sam groaned at the invasion. Yes, she was wet, but the damned thing was nearly as big around as Ethan.
More hemp rope was on a nearby chair, and he gently let her leg down as he continued to hold the dildo in, and stretched to grab the rope.
It only took a few minutes for him to fashion another prickly harness around her, and while he didn’t place a knot over her clit, he spread her lips and settled the rope directly against the sensitive bundle of nerves so it would rub as she ran.
Instead of the crop, now he circled her from a little farther away with a cruel double-tailed whip. When she displeased him, he sometimes allowed just the tips of the whip to kiss her, and sometimes stepped in and let go with the full force of the strands, which wrapped around her and left what she was sure would be terrible welts.
The plug and dildo shifted with each step, the rope around her rib cage kept her from fully inflating her lungs, and was beginning to rub and irritate the base of her breasts as well as the circumference of her ribs. Her abs, thighs, and calves burned, and her arms and shoulders ached. But the rope running alongside her clit screamed loudest of all.
“Knees higher,” he said calmly as the strands of the whip curled around her left thigh. He ignored her scream and let it fly again, kissing the back of her right calf hard enough she was sure it would leave a bruise.
Just as she wished he’d give her a rest while he added the next piece of torture, if only so she could catch her breath, he stepped in front of her with nipple clamps. She waited for the order to stop before altering her pace, and when the command finally came, she practically hung by her wrists as she gasped for air.
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