No Safeword: Matte - Happily Ever After (Safewords)

by Candace Blevins

“We have an hour before class.” Sam told Cassie when they could finally talk. “Do you want to come to the house for a nice long chat, or just talk on the phone and see each other at the dojo?”

  “I’m not sure if I’m coming to class.”

  “Why not?”

  “I don’t know where Frisco and I are with things, and…” She stopped and started again. “I don’t want anyone to know there’s anything going on between us.”

  “Then you need to be talking to Frisco instead of me, don’t you?”

  Cassie groaned. “You weren’t kidding about the whole completely and totally honest thing, were you? Shit, he wanted to know details I really didn’t want to give.”

  “Yeah, I remember the first time a Dom made me admit how much I enjoyed the spanking he’d given me. It was so hard. Impossibly hard. Now, I don’t think anything of it.”

  “Really? It gets easier to talk about this stuff?”

  “Yes. Way easier. Hang up, call Frisco, and tell him you’re nervous about letting everyone know ya’ll spent the night together when the two of you haven’t figured things out yet. My bet is he’ll feel the same way.”

  Ethan was home when she pulled into the driveway, and the house smelled like an Italian restaurant when she walked in. She went straight to the kitchen and was surprised to see the table set and her husband pulling something from the oven.

  “Wow, I’m impressed. It looks good. What is it?”

  “My grandfather’s spaghetti sauce, but we’ll put it over spaghetti squash instead of pasta. Did you talk to Frisco and Cassie?”

  “Frisco came by and we had lunch, but I only spoke with Cassie a few minutes on the phone. Things went fine, they watched the sunrise from Lookout Mountain together, and who knows whether it’ll just be him introducing her, or a relationship will form.”

  Ethan poured the sauce into a bowl and settled large helpings of spaghetti squash onto both plates before motioning Sam to sit. “Good. How was the rest of your day?”

  Sam felt her brow wrinkle. “Decent. How was yours, and why are you home early?”

  “I’m home early because I’m the boss, and I’ve trained my men well enough I can leave early when the notion strikes me.” He shrugged. “You know, as long as no one is sick and we haven’t overbooked ourselves.”

  Sam grinned. “What’s on your mind?”

  “You know me too well. We talked about armbinder training during our honeymoon.”

  Sam’s heart skipped into double-time. “Yes, a little.” She looked forward to him training her towards another goal, but also dreaded the process.

  “I think it’s time to start.”

  “Can we wait until after dinner?”

  He chuckled. “Smart ass. You know what I mean. We need to lay out the ground rules and decide on a plan of action.”

  “I’m pretty sure you mean you need to decide on a plan of action so you can lay out the ground rules and let me know what to expect.”

  “I’m pretty sure that’s what I said.” He responded with a playful grin.

  Sam laughed. “Okay, sure. We’ll go with that. When do you plan to start?”

  “We’ve been invited to Tyler and Viv’s house Friday night, along with Kirsten and Master James.”

  Sam nodded. “And you’re going to let Master James give you pointers on the best way to get where we want to go?”

  “Oh, no, he’s already given me pointers, and I’ve done the research. Your first night will be Friday night. It’s a play party.”

  Sam nodded as she began to understand how things had changed. With their new contract he was no longer required to negotiate, as he’d had to do before her anal training.

  “No contract to sign and nothing for me to agree to,” she said, “because you don’t need my consent anymore.”

  He swallowed his food, took a drink of water, and said, “Correct, my dear wife. Your ass isn’t the only part of you that’s mine. I’d also like you to refrain from orgasming until Friday night.”

  * * * *

  The couple made it to the dojo a few minutes before class started, and Sam didn’t get a chance to check in with Frisco or Cassie. However, both left as soon as class was over, which she hoped meant they‘d talk some more.

  The next two days were torture, with no orgasms allowed and a play party to look forward to. When she finally left work Friday, she made it home a few hours before Ethan and spent the time in the tub washing her hair and shaving.

  She stepped out of the bathroom with her hair mostly blow-dried, and saw a flimsy wrap-around sundress draped over the bed with a note that said “Nothing else” resting on it. She slid her arm into the dress, wrapped and tied it, and was pulling her damp hair into a messy bun when he came into the bathroom.

  “I trust you followed instructions?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she said, recognizing by his tone of voice the scene had already started. “No underwear and no bra, but this fabric is really too thin to be around the vanillas without a bra, isn’t it?”

  He looked at her chest and smiled. “Good thing you won’t be around any vanillas, then.”

  No sense arguing that someone might see her in the car on the drive over. He obviously had a plan and she was supposed to trust it.

  “No makeup tonight, either. Your hair looks good like that, though.”

  Ethan took her to the playroom, had her do a striptease for him to come out of the dress, and put a medium plug and a short, thick dildo into her. He pulled out the plastic wrap and began at her chest, wrapping it so tight her breasts hurt, and moved down to her stomach. By the time he reached her hips she felt as if she wore a tight corset, and she could only take shallow breaths.

  He didn’t wrap it too tight around her hips, though he went through her crotch a few times to be sure the silicon and metal impaling her stayed put.

  Finally, he wrapped each thigh to just above her knee, and then handed her impossibly tall high heels.

  The dress went back on like a robe, and this time when he belted it shut, there was enough fabric to wrap around her body a second time. Also, the plastic wrap mashed her breasts so flat, her lack of a bra wouldn’t be obvious to people in other cars.

  She was glad she hadn’t argued with him about his not allowing a bra.

  They didn’t talk for most of the drive, but as they neared Tyler and Viv’s house he said, “Strict scene rules tonight, Samantha. No speaking once we arrive unless asked a direct question, and then you may only speak to answer the question. The house safeword is red, and if you say it I’ll have to stop.” He looked at her and then back to the road. “If there’s a problem, tell me the problem. If you force me to stop for pain alone, or just because you can, I’ll put you through much worse once we’re home. Do you understand?”

  Her insides heated even more at his tone, and at the commands. She’d worried about having her control back when they played around others, and was grateful he didn’t plan to let her.

  “I do, Master. Thank you for making sure I know I don’t have the option, Sir.”

  He shook his head. “You’re welcome. I’m going to spring a few surprises on you tonight — things we haven’t discussed. For one of those items, saying no isn’t an option tonight, but if you don’t want to do it again, I won’t make you in the future.” He glanced at her and back to the road. “No need to put it in writing, just tell me if you want a repeat or not and I’ll respect your wishes.”

  He squeezed her leg over the dress and the plastic crinkled. “The other two new things are…well, the armbinder, and something I believe I’ll use in the future as punishment. I fully intend to train you to the armbinder, and the other needs a specific piece of equipment, so we’re going to borrow Tyler’s to see how you do on it. If you do as I think you will, I’ll make one for us, and it will be used primarily for consequences when I believe you need to hurt over a period of time.”

  Sam took a few minutes to absorb his words before saying, “So, basically, I can’t refuse a
nything tonight, whether it’s something I’ve agreed to or not. One of the things I can tell you I don’t want to do again, the other two, I’m SOL if I don’t want to do again.”

  She didn’t ask if she could get out of the other two in writing, as she knew the answer was yes and was tired of hearing about it.

  Chapter Three

  Ethan casually ordered Sam to remove the dress as they entered the basement playroom, and she did so without hesitating, though she wanted to look around and get comfortable with the scene, first.

  She hung it on a hook by the door and followed Ethan farther into the room on her heels.

  Viv appeared to already be in her happy place, and was strapped firmly into a chair that Sam suspected had a large dildo mounted on the seat. Her friend wore a bit-gag, and Sam had been ordered not to speak unless spoken to, so the two women looked at each other in acknowledgement and then looked back to their Masters.

  A noise at the other end of the room had Sam swiveling her head, and she saw Kirsten on her knees, looking up at Master James.

  “Up and to the bondage table, pet,” Master James said to Kirsten, who nodded, stood, and walked to the huge padded table.

  Kirsten was ordered to bend over the table and show the room her asshole, which she did by leaning over and spreading her cheeks.

  Master James motioned Sam towards him, and when she looked to Ethan, her husband motioned her towards the other man and said, “You’ll follow his orders unless they conflict with an order I’ve given you, in which case you’ll respectfully make us aware of the contradiction and await a decision.”

  Sam nodded her understanding and walked to Master James with as much poise as she could muster. The plastic wrap, shoes, butt plug, and dildo made it difficult, but she hoped she looked graceful.

  Merely disrobing in the playroom had shot her arousal level sky high, and having Ethan direct her to follow the orders of another Master as he watched was almost more than she thought she could handle.

  Master James put a contraption on her that pulled her shoulders back and together as if she were in an armbinder, but didn’t include her arms. He tugged and pulled until she didn’t think her muscles and bones would give anymore, gave her a few seconds, and then tightened the damned thing some more.

  “You see,” he said to Ethan as if Sam weren’t in the room, “this helps train the chest and back muscles, but leaves her arms free. She can wear this around the house when she needs the use of her arms.”

  “And with the plastic wrap holding her in she looks so proper, almost like something out of Victorian times,” Ethan said with approval in his voice.

  They discussed how to make the garment, and then Tyler asked if it was time for the hoods.

  Without her voice, it was again as if she weren’t in the room. Her input wasn’t needed when they discussed her body, her training. Her pain.

  Sam saw three hoods just before Ethan sat her on the table, released her hair from the bun, and worked one of the hoods over her head. She focused on breathing as he pulled it over her face and plunged her into darkness.

  Ethan’s voice was casual as he explained, “I paid Master James to have this made based on measurements I took of your head and a photo he sent to the seamstress.” The smooth fabric hugged her face, with a space just big enough for her nose to poke through.

  “The other submissives are gagged, but I assured them you could be quiet without one.” His hand landed on her shoulder and caressed its way down to her hand. “Noises are okay, but no words.”

  Sam nodded and he patted her on the thigh, over the plastic. His touch meant the world with her shoulders pulled back, her breathing restricted by the plastic and the leather.

  He adjusted the hood and finally zipped it, which snugged the supple leather around her neck, though thankfully it wasn’t tight enough to choke her. Ethan buckled a collar over the hood and Sam was comforted when she reached up and recognized the feel of her bondage collar.

  The coolness of the first aid scissors threatened to give her goose bumps as they slid under the plastic on her thighs, and she hoped this meant she’d be able to breathe soon. However, she was disappointed when he only cut it away from her thighs and hips — just enough to remove the dildo and plug.

  The hood put her in total darkness, which made her listen for every detail. It sounded like they put her friends on the large bondage table, too, and Master James said, “We’re going to put headphones on each of you. You’ll hear white noise and will be able to receive orders from your respective Masters. You’ll be told to touch each other, but you won’t know who you’re touching or who has their hands on you. Since we don’t want to have to stop the scene to handle discipline, any refusal to follow an order will result in the cattle prod to your clit before you’re given the order again.”

  Sam had experienced a cattle prod to her ass and couldn’t imagine what it would feel like directly on her clit. She hadn’t intended to balk at any orders, but decided to make sure she followed them as quickly as possible, just to be safe.

  The headphones went on and plunged her into silence as well as darkness. She heard Ethan’s voice a few minutes later asking if she could hear him, which assured her he’d warn her before she rolled off the table or did something else she shouldn’t as she fumbled around in the dark.

  She nodded and the white noise started, annoying at first but after a few minutes it faded into the background.

  Ethan’s voice made her jerk in surprise. “Feel to your right, find the leg.”

  Sam’s heart pounded with nervous anticipation; she couldn’t wait to see and experience what the Doms had planned. With these three it was likely to be painful, but also good. Really good.

  The contraption pulling her shoulders back was uncomfortable, and at first she thought it would keep her from reaching forward. However, once she began to move her arms she realized she still had full use of them, even though she could feel every sudden move in her chest and shoulder blade muscles.

  Her Master talked her through sitting next to the submissive, and she jumped as someone unbuckled her shoes. “It’s okay, we don’t want any of you to figure out who is who, and you’re the only one wearing shoes. Now, run your hand up her leg and caress the outside of her pussy.”

  The leg jerked a little under her touch, and when she began stroking the pussy, whoever it was pulled back at first, but either began getting into it, or was ordered to act as if she were. Sam wished she knew which.

  When the order came to insert her finger, the hips moved up a little as she entered one of her friends so intimately. Sam was pretty sure whoever it was wanted the finger, and she felt better.

  But then Ethan told her to remove it, and she felt sorry for whichever friend she had to disappoint.

  It took her a minute to realize he was rubbing coconut oil on her hand.

  “Okay, four fingers this time,” he said. “Go slow, press in, hold, and let her open to you. Play with her clit a little with your other hand if you want. You know what feels good.”

  Ethan probably didn’t know it, but Sam knew Kirsten didn’t like her clit messed with, which told her this had to be Viv.

  “Fold your thumb in, keep the pressure up. That’s it. Push.”

  Sam heard a scream even past the white noise and she pulled her arm back. Ethan’s comforting hand touched her back as he said, “It’s okay, Sam. We’re going to add some music into your headphones, to make sure you can’t hear anything else. You aren’t getting feedback from her so you have to trust her Master and me to guide you. He won’t let you do something she can’t handle, and I promise we won’t make your friend mad at you. Now, four fingers again, with your thumb tucked, and press.”

  The music in her ears didn’t have a beat, but it kept her from hearing any more screams. She hoped it’d been a scream of ecstasy and not pain, but she hadn’t heard enough to know for sure.

  Her hand slid farther and farther into the warmth, and as the widest part passed t
hrough, Ethan said, “Wonderful, Samantha. Now, slowly squeeze your hand into a fist and spread her wide before you push the rest of the way in.”

  Sam marveled at the steel velvet enveloping her hand, and felt muscles moving around her fist as she followed her Master’s orders. She would never do this to Viv unless ordered, but being forced to do it by a roomful of Doms was a hell of an aphrodisiac. Though, Sam was thankful for the hoods. It might not be so hot if she had to look her friend in the eyes as she did it.

  She stroked her hand in and out of her friend as instructed, and the muscle and bone gave way until it wasn’t as hard to push and pull her knuckles through the entrance. Before long Viv was orgasming around Sam’s fist, and — overwhelmed — Sam reached her other hand towards Ethan, who took it and said, “Yes Darlin’, she’s coming. Hold her open with your fist while she comes, and stay there until I tell you to pull out.”

  No sooner than Sam pulled out, she found herself flat on her back with her legs bound to the side and her wrist cuffs looped through the front of her bondage collar, with only enough slack to reach the bottom of her rib cage. Her shoulders were still folded back as her hands rested on the constraining plastic wrap, and she wished she could take a deep breath.

  “Relax, Darlin’,” Ethan’s comforting voice came through her headphones over the music, and she pulled as much air into her lungs as she could, and blew it out in an attempt to obey. His hand rested on the plastic over her left breast and he said, “Hold my hand, and feel free to make all the noise you want, but don’t say any words.”

  Sam realized he was sitting on the bondage table above her head, and she arched her back and moved up the table a couple of inches until her head touched his leg. She heard Ethan’s amused chuckle in her headphones before he said, “Okay Samantha, no more of that. Stay put and enjoy.”

  His other hand caressed her cheek a few seconds after he talked, and she thought he must be using a push-to-talk microphone, and she wasn’t hearing what the men were saying to each other.

  A feminine hand touched her thigh and brushed towards her pussy. Sam tensed, and Ethan’s hand left her cheek before he said, “Relax, Samantha. You wanted this, didn’t you?”