No Safeword: Matte - Happily Ever After (Safewords)

by Candace Blevins

  He beckoned her to him. “Quick clean out first, before we strap you down. Spread your legs and grab your ankles.”

  He used an enema bulb to pump soapy water into her, over and over. When she was frantic with need, squirming and begging, he kept going — back and forth from the large bowl of frothy water to her ass. “Please let me go to the bathroom, Master! Please!”

  “Just another couple more. You can do it. The more we get you cleaned out now, the easier the next filling will be. You know how this works.”

  Yes, she did, but she needed to go.

  When he finally gave permission, she ran to the toilet and barely made it.

  Without being told, she stood and ran in place to be sure most of the soapy water was out before he added whatever came next.

  He motioned her onto their gyno table when she returned, and took his time strapping her in. She loved watching him work, so intent on each limb, so much attention to detail. Sometimes he was all business as he secured her, but today there were lots of caresses and kisses, as if each leg and arm was precious. Loved. Adored.

  When he finished, she couldn’t move her legs or arms even an infinitesimal amount. While there was no bondage on her abs or hips, he’d done such a good job of restricting her limbs that she couldn’t move her torso, either.

  She could wiggle her head, hands, and feet. Nothing else.

  Sam whined as he pressed the inflatable nozzle into her ass, but he gave her an affectionate smile and said, “Oh now, none of that. Enemas don’t leave any marks. No one will know I filled you full of lemon water and flogged the hell out of your inner thighs and pussy while you held it.”

  She’d been worried about the coaches noticing marks when she sparred with Ethan, and this was his way of assuring her he understood, but…he intended to flog her while she held the enema?

  “Oh god, please don’t, Master! I don’t think I can handle extra pain on top of the enema cramps!”

  “Too bad for you, there’s no paper and pen at hand. If you don’t like it you can always keep me from doing it again, but you’re pretty much shit-out-of-luck today.” He inflated the nozzles, and smiled sadistically when she gasped at the stretch inside. “You’re on your back because I’m going to let the water flow in until you look pregnant. I love the idea of filling you so full — putting more in than you think you can handle.”

  Sam heard a click and felt warm water. “Thank you for making it warm, Sir.”

  “You aren’t being punished.” He caressed her inner thigh. “It’s lemon water, so the cramps will be intense, but it doesn’t have even half as much lemon as your punishment enema on our honeymoon.”

  He massaged her stomach when she complained of cramps, and slowed the water several times when she begged. There didn’t seem to be a threat hanging over her head if she asked him to go slower or stop for a few minutes, but she wanted this to be over, so she didn’t ask for a respite unless she had to.

  When her stomach was swollen quite large she began a different kind of begging. “Sir, I can’t take anymore! No more! Please!”

  He stepped to her head and caressed her cheek. “Sssshhh. Calm down. I lowered the bag five minutes ago; it’s barely a foot over you now. When you can’t hold anymore, the water will stop flowing in all by itself.”

  When he finally disconnected her from the bag, she begged him to let her release, but he only showed her the flogger.

  “It’s our nicest rubber one and is the least likely to leave marks.” He touched the outer balloon, hanging from her ass and still fully inflated “I love the idea of you being so full, and plugged so there’s nothing you can do about it.”

  He put the flogger down and lightly touched her swollen stomach. “I can imagine you being pregnant one day, carrying our child. It’s a nice look for you.” He put his hands to either side of her stomach and looked left and right, as if measuring with his eyes. “This would be…about three or four months pregnant?”

  “I don’t know, Sir. God, the cramps, and I’m so full!”

  He chuckled and smoothed his hands down her stomach and to her pussy, letting one hand massage the area around her clit while the other teased her entrance.

  “You’re likely to be even more full at some point, but first…” He stepped back, retrieved the flogger, and aimed a few light strokes to her inner thighs.

  She flinched at first, but once she realized he was giving her a proper warm-up she relaxed into the table. The cramps lessened upon her calming exhale, so she took another cleansing breath and focused on relaxing even more.

  “That’s my girl. Just accept it. You can’t stop it, can’t change it. Your body doesn’t belong to you, it’s mine. You have absolutely no say in what happens.”

  His words lit even more of a fire in her blood, and her moan was pure bliss as his strikes fell harder. And harder.

  The flogger occasionally thwacked her pussy between the strikes to her inner thighs, and Sam felt herself sinking into the cadence of the flogger, relaxing a little more with each strike of the rubber strands, despite the sting and burn.

  “Someday I’m going to bring a nurse in and have them put a catheter in you, fill your bladder and block it off, too. Cram something large in your pussy, and a pretty dildo gag in your mouth. Maybe even use earplugs, just to fill all the holes I can.”

  Sam’s head was shaking back and forth, but she didn’t ask him not to. The idea both thrilled and terrified her, and part of her wanted him to do it…to fill her so completely.

  He stepped away a minute and returned to settle the modified spoon over her clit. The flogger swung with so much more intensity this time, and now there were gasps and the occasional scream as the strands repeatedly struck her inner thighs and pussy.

  She heard herself randomly saying things like “god yes” and “more, please Master” and “yours, all yours” between the screams of pain and ecstasy.

  The water in her gut occasionally moved inside her, and the cramps became foremost in her mind as the flogger’s sting went into the background. However, most of the time, she could focus on the exquisite sensations of the relentless rubber flogger, with the burning, stretching, and invading water filling her a backdrop to the thrashing.

  Her Master struck a tiny bit harder and faster with each circuit of her inner thighs and pussy until her screams came almost nonstop. Sam was sure the flogger was taking skin with it on each and every strike, but she wanted the heat, the sting, the burn. As uncomfortable and occasionally painful as the water inside her was, she loved him for filling her so full and taking control of her body — forcing her to endure whatever it took to please his inner sadist.

  When the flogging stopped she saw him move the stepstool to the base of the table and knew what would come next.

  She welcomed his cock into her pussy, though it was a much tighter fit than she could ever remember.

  “Master, I’m so full,” she said, her eyes closed in bliss.

  “Yes, so full, so tight on my cock.”

  He fucked her for what seemed an eternity — slow and steady without speeding or even thinking of going out of control.

  He seemed to relish the spasms when she cramped, and refused to take the spoon off her clit no matter how much she begged.

  “No orgasm for you just yet, Samantha Darling. Just lie there and feel my cock. Feel the water inside you. Take what I give you.”

  The water seemed to push his cock into her g-spot on every slide out and back in, and she was so damned close to coming. If he’d ordered her to, she’d have done so even with the damned spoon on her clit, but with orders not to find release, she couldn’t.

  Sam was sure she’d go crazy with need, but instead of begging she only said, “Yes, Master. I’m yours.”

  When at last he took the spoon away and sped up, she was terrified he wouldn’t let her come. She’d braced the gate closed so long she had to remember how to release it when he finally gave permission, so there was a short pause — just enough ti
me for her to get a breath and prepare before her world imploded. Her lower torso desperately tried to shake and convulse, but was restrained so well only her inner muscles could spasm and jerk, which moved and shifted the water inside of her until she was submerged in agony, which only pushed her orgasm higher.

  She came until she was breathless, and when she thought it might finally be over Ethan massaged the area around her clit and she skyrocketed once again, this time begging him to please let her stop coming.

  When the orgasm at last waned, he slowly pulled out and stepped off the stool. “Your choice.” He held up a finger. “You can hold the enema another thirty minutes while I go upstairs and get dinner started. I’ll let you down and you’ll have another thirty minutes to relieve yourself before we eat. Or,” he held up a second finger, “I’ll let you go to the restroom now, with a thirty minute time limit, and then I have another form of torture to put you through while I finish cooking dinner.”

  She swam up out of her post-orgasm fog to process his words. No way could she last another thirty minutes of these horrible cramps, especially without him here to help get her mind off them, but…“What’s the other torture, Sir?”

  “It won’t be the wooden pony.”

  She already knew that. Sighing, she opted for immediate relief and said, “Please, Master, let me go to the toilet now.”

  He nodded and began releasing her from the table, his movements methodical and efficient. Before he removed the final strap he said, “You’ll need to use the bathroom just inside the back door.” He smiled. “I want you on the first floor, just not too close to the kitchen.”

  Sam felt her face go red, but nodded. He helped her stand and walked her up the stairs, the trapped water sloshing in her gut with each step. As before, he stood her in front of the toilet, released the air in the balloons, and pulled the nozzle out as she sat.

  However, instead of leaving, he pulled alligator clamps from his pocket and said, “Sit up so I can put these on.”

  “Not while I’m…” She started to argue, but the look on his face shut her mouth and she sat up and offered her breasts as the water poured out of her. He made quick work of putting them on, and then connected her wrist cuffs behind her back.

  “Call me when you’re done and I’ll free your hands long enough for you to wipe and clean up.”

  He’d never restrained her while she eliminated before, and her bound wrists with the extra pain of the nipple clamps made it an entirely different experience. She cramped and hurt as everything came out, and tears stained her face when he returned to hopefully remove the clamps.

  He stroked her cheek, looked into her eyes, and removed both clamps at once. Sam screamed and gasped in pain as the blood flowed back into the tortured nerve endings, but he left without looking back.

  She figured it’d been ten minutes, and hoped he wouldn’t be back in five minutes to put them back on.

  Fortunately, he didn’t come back, and when she was ready to get up and move around she called to him. “I think I’m done, Sir.”

  He released her hands and said, “Clean up a little and then run around to make sure.”

  When she next reported to tell him she was through, he lifted her most comfortable armbinder from a barstool and motioned for her to turn around.

  She smiled and turned, happy she could accommodate this particular kink for him. He’d been prepared to let it go, but Masterson hadn’t taken it from them, just delayed it a little.

  Gentle hands wrapped the familiar soft leather around her arms and settled the straps around her shoulders. He tightened the laces until she whined, and then ran through them again to pull her arms a few millimeters closer.

  She breathed a sigh of relief when he stopped and moved to the stove, but he only stirred the pot before returning to tighten the laces again, and again. Each time he ran through the laces the muscles and bones were compelled farther and farther into the contorted position.

  Sam welcomed the stretch and burn in her chest and shoulders as the skin, muscles, and tendons strained to elongate and distend, while her back was forced to compress, compact, and fold.

  He stroked down her arms over the supple leather before retrieving a ruler from the kitchen drawer. She felt him measuring the space between her wrists before he said, “You still have a ways to go, but I’m proud of you for the progress you’ve made.”

  “How much farther until my hands touch?” she asked.

  “More than an inch, and I’ve already told you I won’t talk about specifics with you until we have less than an inch to go. I’m in no hurry to see everything touch. You’re beautiful in it already and I don’t care if it takes another month, or another six months, to get you the rest of the way.”

  He turned her around and his lips were on hers, controlling and demanding as the stubble of his jaw rasped her skin and his tongue invaded.

  She gasped for air when he pulled away, but he didn’t give her time to recover.

  “Bend over, keep your legs straight and spread them until you can comfortably rest your forehead on the padded chair seat.”

  He waited for her to find a good balance before he bent to her with the alligator clips again. He at least put them on gingerly instead of snapping them, but Sam had to stifle a scream when he immediately added weights to both.

  And then more weights, until her breasts looked like cones.

  “No need to ask for permission to go back to the restroom, just stand and go if you feel the need.”

  He took the clamps off for a few minutes here and there, gave the blood an opportunity to bring the nerve endings screaming back to life before replacing the horrid things at a different angle.

  She made a quick trip to the bathroom once, and was mortified when he had to wipe her when she was finished. He didn’t comment, though he also had her bend over near the sink and used a wet washcloth to be sure she was clean.

  “Okay, back to your chair in the kitchen, Darlin’.”

  He washed his hands when he returned to the kitchen, and went back to working with his pot on the stove. It smelled wonderful but she didn’t tell him so — she wasn’t very conversational while dealing with the piercing pain to her nipples.

  He set the table while she was leaned over, and when he finally removed the alligator clamps and helped her stand, he kissed her until her heart fluttered in her chest again.

  “I love you.” He kissed her forehead and motioned her towards a stool at the table. “We have soup for dinner — butternut squash with some celery, onion, chipotles, cloves… it’s all blended together so you can drink it with a straw. You have lemon water with a straw as well.” He nodded towards her wine glass. “You’ll have to ask for the wine.”

  Drinking from a straw with her arms behind her, was…different. Not at all the same as kneeling at his feet and depending upon him to feed her. Instead of being able to just kneel and wait for the food to come to her, she had to actively take part in the meal. She decided what she wanted next, and then either wrangled one of the bent straws into her mouth, or asked for some wine.

  When they finished eating he sent her back to the bathroom while he cleaned up. “I doubt you need to go anymore, but try for me, please.”

  He finally walked her downstairs to the playroom again, his hand around her waist to be sure she kept her footing, and helped her climb onto the bondage table. The face hole was open, and he had her lie on her stomach and rest her forehead in the cradle.

  Surprisingly, he started with a foot massage and worked up her body. When he made it past her ass he removed her armbinder, had her stretch her arms over her head, and proceeded to massage her back.

  “I’m not complaining, Sir, but…I guess I’m confused?”

  “This is our last sexual evening together for a while, and I want to give you as much pleasure as I give you pain. I want to touch you all over. Love you all over.”

  “When do I get to give you a massage?” She liked the idea of loving him all over,
too. All those firm muscles under cappuccino skin — her mouth watered just thinking about it.

  “You can give me a non-sexual massage any evening you want between tomorrow and the fight, but tonight I get to decide what happens.”

  When he finished her back he turned her over and worked on her front. Ethan had always had skilled fingers and hands, but tonight they were pure magic as they traversed from her shoulders to hips. Just as she thought his hands would go where she most wanted them, he moved to her feet and began working his way back up.

  She couldn’t hold back any longer, and began to beg as his strong fingers skillfully worked her thighs and then inner thighs, taking his own sweet time.

  “Oh god, Ethan, Master, it’s the most wonderful torture, but it’s still torture. I need to come sooooo bad. Please?”

  “I do love to hear you beg, but it’ll be a while before you have any more orgasms. Just relax and enjoy, Darlin’.”

  He spread her legs, fingered her a while, and even used his mouth. He kept her on the edge without trying to take her over, so she didn’t have to hold back, but she was so frustrated, and so needy. God, his tongue, and his fingers, and…

  “Please, Master! You’re driving me crazy!”

  “Good to know.” He scissored his fingers on either side of her clit and she moaned deeper than she’d known her voice was capable.

  When he finally sat her up he said, “I’m going to give you what you want for a warm-up. My gift to you. It’ll get rough later, but my plan is to work you up to it and keep you needy so you can handle it.”

  He caressed her cheek. “I want it to be good for both of us, but we both know it’s going to have to hurt at the end.”

  “I know, Sir.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him tight. “I love you so much.”

  His arms folded around her and they were as one, breathing in sync, and they held each other for several long moments. Just being.

  Sam took a deeper breath and let it out in a pleasurable sigh. He gave a small chuckle as he caressed her back, and then lifted her from the table, walked to the chain and rope spiderweb, and gently settled her on her feet.