Sam didn’t think she could respond with respect, so she kept her mouth and eyes closed. She really wasn’t sure she’d be able to sleep with the damned thing in.
Ethan sighed and popped her on the ass with his hand — not enough to hurt bad, just enough to get her attention. “Well discuss this further in the morning. For now, I need you to gently roll over on your side. I’m tempted to take away your speaking privileges, but I want to hear what you have to say. You’re skating on thin ice though; don’t make me pull out the ivory soap. Can you roll over to your back? It’s time I showed you a few special features of the harness.”
Pushing with her right hand and right leg, Sam gingerly rolled her body. She kept her eyes closed, not sure she could look at Ethan without her impertinence showing in her eyes. He’d more than earned her submission, but sometimes it was still hard to give.
He sighed, but it wasn’t exasperated, and his voice was compassionate when he said, “I know you aren’t happy with me at the moment, and I know you’re not looking at me because you know how much trouble you’ll be in if you open your eyes and shoot daggers at me. Do you want to talk about it? I’ll give you a little leeway to show some anger if there’s something you need to get off your chest.”
Sam knew she could take him at his word; if she were to open her eyes and unleash on him he wouldn’t punish her as long as she showed at least a little respect by using Sir without spitting it at him when she said it. However, he’d also promised a conversation about it tomorrow, and she’d be able to argue her points better without this damned snake invading her bowels. She shook her head and kept her eyes closed. “Thank you for the offer, Sir, but tomorrow morning will be a better time to discuss it.”
Her voice sounded normal, without all of the conflict she was feeling inside, and it helped calm her.
“It’s okay to be mad at me; it’s not okay to let it fester.” He paused and said, “You’ve heard me say this enough, what comes next?”
“Being mad at you doesn’t give me license to be disrespectful. Sir.”
“That’s right.” He caressed her thigh. “Your torso seems to have relaxed, which should mean your colon is adjusting to accommodate the dildo. I’d like you to keep your arms above your head, though. If they drop down I’ll tie them off to the side straps and you’ll lose the ability to roll onto your side or stomach to get more comfortable. You might want to grab the headboard and hang on, so you can remember to keep them up there.”
“Can I fold them under my head, Sir?” She opened her eyes and hoped she could keep her face composed.
“Sure, just make sure they don’t come below your shoulders.”
He reached for the harness strap at her pussy and separated it. What she’d thought had been a single band was actually two straps, and he ran them inside her pussy lips and then spread them wide apart at her waist until the straps pulled much tighter and held her pussy open. He flipped a snap at her waist on both sides, and everything stayed in place when he let go.
“Mmmm. Beautiful pussy, with the lips spread wide open.” He reached behind him and retrieved a butterfly vibrator. “I retrofitted this a little, so your harness will hold it over your clit. Don’t come unless you have permission.”
He situated the butterfly over her clit and attached it to the harness, and when the vibrations started, Sam gasped and felt her eyes go wide.
His hand caressed her inner thigh. “Is that enough to make you come, or just enough to keep you on edge?”
Sam moved her hips a few times and gasped as she felt the dildo deep inside of her rubbing against the wall again. God, she was so full, and the vibrator on her clit… she desperately wanted something in her pussy.
“I don’t think it’s enough to make me come, Sir, but that may change in a few minutes.”
“I know you don’t have as much control over clitoral orgasms as you’ve gained over the vaginal kind, so tell me you’re close and I’ll turn it down.” His eyes flashed a warning and his voice dropped an octave as he added, “But do not orgasm until you’ve been given clearance. Understood?”
Sam’s heart sped and her insides fluttered at his tone. “Yes, Sir.”
She wanted to call him Master sometimes, and now was one of those times. She’d tried it a few weeks back and he’d stopped her, said it wasn’t time yet. Funny, it’d only been a few minutes since she’d wanted to glare at him, but now she wanted to bow at his feet to gift him with her submission.
“Roll to your stomach and pull your legs together. Careful your hands don’t stray.” His voice was more caution than warning, as if he truly wanted to help her stay out of trouble, and it made Sam want to work that much harder to please him.
She straightened her arms and gingerly rolled, moving up the bed a little so she could reach the headboard. She grasped the bars, felt her body stretch, and suddenly craved the feel of his belt on her ass.
Sam humped the bed a few times and realized she was dangerously close to an orgasm. “Sir, I’m close. The weight of my body pressing on the vibrator makes it more intense, Sir.”
“Thanks for telling me.” He turned it down a little and she breathed out in relief. “As a reward, I’ll give you your choice of implement. I plan to go to town on your ass, do you have a preference?”
“Can I have a little warm up with the purple flogger and then have your belt, please Sir?”
“You may, but I’d like to give you four strikes of the belt before I warm you up. Not because I’m punishing you, but because I want to hear you scream. I’ll give you two from this side, and then two from the other. Keep your hands wrapped around the headboard and your legs squeezed together. If you move you’ll get an extra strike from both sides.”
Ethan pulled his belt through the buckle and Sam turned her head away.
“No, Darlin’. I want you to watch me take if off and wrap it around my hand. I want you to watch me raise my arm and bring it down, and lay still while it’s coming at you. You don’t get to look away, Samantha.”
Shit. It was going to be nearly impossible to stay still for the third and fourth strike. Not being allowed to watch, not knowing when the next strike would hit, could be its own version of hell… but watching it come was so hard when you were expected to lay still for it. Luckily, she was horny and looking forward to the strike. She took a breath and looked at him, raised her ass a few inches to show him she was ready and intended to give him what he’d asked.
He smiled and pulled his belt though the loops. “Good girl.”
Sam humped the bed a few times as he wrapped the belt around his fist; and she raised her ass until her thighs lifted away from the bed when he moved into position to strike.
He took a step back and lifted his arm over his head as he rotated forward and lashed his arm down. The belt landed flat across both cheeks and fire shot through her as nerves transferred the pain signals through her body.
The headboard spindles were hard in her fingers as she squeezed tightly, and her feet pushed into the mattress as she pressed them down to keep from moving. She was still dealing with the pain of the first strike when she saw his arm rise again, and it was all she could do to remain in position as the scream left her throat before the belt landed a second time.
Still trying to keep from rolling away, she moved her weight to her knees and humped the butterfly vibrator into the bed in an attempt to take her mind off the searing pain across her ass.
He disappeared from her vision and within seconds his voice came from the other side of the bed. “Look at me, Samantha. Two more.”
Sam’s right cheek rested on her right bicep, and she lifted her head and turned it, resting left cheek on left bicep. Her gaze met his and her insides quailed. She recognized his look, and she raised her ass again, to show him she wanted the pain he was about to deliver.
His arm raised and lowered quickly, the belt a blur as it whipped up and back down. Sam sucked in air to scream, but as his arm shot above his head her body instin
ctively rolled away.
She reversed direction as soon as she could stop her momentum, and made it back in time for the belt’s tip to land in the center of one ass check, and lay a strong line on the other cheek. She squeezed the headboard rail with all her might to be sure she didn’t let go.
“I’m sorry, Sir! My body did it without checking with me.”
The belt slammed across both ass cheeks for the final strike, and she shrieked at the blistering pain but managed to stay in position. Ethan leaned down and traced the lines on her ass, and she opened her eyes to look at him.
“I’m not upset with you, Samantha. You’ll get two more strikes, as we need to convince your body to follow my orders and not just your mind. Thank you for apologizing, it’s good to know you didn’t disobey with intention. Let go of the headboard and roll over on your back.”
Ethan turned the butterfly vibrator off and handed her the straps from the side. “You did well, holding onto the headboard, so I won’t bind you. Just hold onto them, and make sure you stay on your back for this. Squeeze your legs together, Darlin’. I know how much you hate this, but consequences aren’t supposed to be pleasant.”
Sam realized he intended to strike the fronts of her thighs, and she started begging, “Please don’t, Sir. Oh god, I can’t… Please don’t!”
“One from both sides, so you’ll have a little time to recover between. No closing your eyes, I want them focused on the belt.”
She watched the heavy leather belt fly into the air and lost it in the blur as it descended to lay a line of fire across the front of her thighs. The pain was so intense it stole her breath, and she used her arm muscles to pull at the straps to either side of her and stay in place.
Ethan made his way around the bed and didn’t make her wait for the second strike. She began screaming as he raised his arm, and screamed through the strike, and long afterwards, only pausing to gasp in more air so she could scream some more.
When she finally quieted he sat on the bed and gently stroked her face. “I love you so much. Thank you. Let go and roll over, I'll get your favorite flogger. Put your hands wherever you want, and you can orgasm whenever you want, just let me know when you do.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
The fronts of her thighs were hot and swollen against the mattress when she rolled over, but she didn't complain. She pulled her arms under her and folded them beneath her stomach.
He turned the butterfly back on before he started, and the first falls of the flogger were barely more than a whisper across her already striped ass. Ethan slowly added to the intensity, and Sam found herself raising her bottom to meet the striking leather.
“More, Sir. Please.”
“You'll get more when I say. Just take what I give you.”
Sam lost track of time, but thought it must have been at least fifteen minutes later when he switched to the braided flogger. As the first strikes fell an orgasm rushed through her body and she screamed, “I'm coming! Sir!”
He switched to the belt and flayed her through countless orgasms before gently turning her over and positioning himself to enter her. Sam wasn't sure how he planned to fit himself in with the long-assed dildo buried in her, but knew better than to ask.
The head of his cock pushed in a little rougher than Sam was used to for a first entrance, and she gasped.
“Take it, Samantha. I won't give you more than you can handle, but I need you to just take it for me.”
His voice was ragged, and Sam realized he was holding onto his control by a thin thread. She nodded and spread her legs wider, trying to make more room for him inside her.
As he drove in she moved her body to try to accommodate him, but only said, “God, I'm so full, Ethan.”
“Yes, I know. I wish I had a huge ball gag to stuff in your mouth, to fill all of your holes beyond what you think they can hold.”
Sam waited until Ethan found a rhythm before she tried to move with him, and not long after her hips were moving of their own accord she warned, “I think I'm going to come again. Oh, god! It's too much!”
“Try to hold off, I'm not too far...wait...wait...wait...Now!”
Sam forced her eyes to stay open and watch; she loved to see him lose control to his bliss. Her own orgasm finally swept her under and her eyes closed as the waves of pleasure became too much, and all conscious thought left.
Chapter Four
Sam awoke shortly after three in the morning and wasn't able to go back to sleep; the monstrosity filling her rectum and bowels was too much to ignore any longer. She tried every trick she knew to get her mind onto something else, but finally gave up and kissed Ethan awake.
“Can we please take this out, Sir?”
He took a few seconds to realize what she was asking as he awoke, but finally kissed her temple and said, “Tell me why you want it out.”
“It's too much, Sir. I can't concentrate on anything except the way it feels inside.”
Sam almost melted at the soft touch to her cheek as his hand gave a gentle caress. “Hmmmm,” he said. “Let's see if we can get your mind off it, shall we?”
“Oh, please Sir. I can't handle it any longer!”
He made a gentle shushing sound and said, “Give me a chance to help you deal with it. Hands and knees, and arch your back up and down a few times. Get a good stretch.”
“I don't want to.” She sighed in frustration, but even in the dim room, the look on his face told her she was treading on thin ice. Surprisingly, his guidance helped, but she still wanted it out.
“I don't intend to take it out until around six thirty at the earliest, which means you have more than three hours to go. I'll help keep your mind off of it if you need me to, but taking it out isn't an option.”
Sam was tempted to safeword, but realized if she ever wanted him to take her easy-out away for real, she needed to prove to him she could handle whatever he gave her.
Her intestines gave another series of sharp spasms as they strongly protested the prolonged invasion. It felt like she needed to go to the bathroom in the worst sort of way, almost as if she were being forced to hold an enema. She dropped her upper body to the mattress, pushed her ass higher in the air, and moaned in pain and frustration.
“What will help? Do you want pain or pleasure?”
“I want the damned thing out. Sir.”
“Hmmm, maybe we'll focus on my pleasure a little while. Turn crossways in bed and roll to your back with your head hanging over the edge. I'll be right back.”
Sam couldn't see what he retrieved as he returned, and once his cock was in her mouth all she could see was his balls and ass.
“Hands behind your back and grab your elbows.”
She pushed her hands under the small of her back and wrapped her fingers around her elbows just as her right nipple exploded in pain.
“Lick the head; show me how much you want to please me.”
She swirled her tongue, thankful he was resting the head of his cock on her tongue and not seeking the back of her throat. She breathed deeply through her nose as she swirled and licked, and fought to try to handle the pain of the clamp on her nipple.
He didn't wait long before clamping her left nipple, and Sam squealed in agony and felt his cock grow even harder in her mouth.
“Spread your legs, drop your knees all the way to the bed, and don't lift them until I say you can.”
Sam wasn't sure what to expect, but wasn't totally surprised to feel what she was sure was the slapper slam down on her clit. She forced her knees to stay on the bed, and squeezed her fingers around her elbows to be sure her arms stayed behind her back. The harness had rearranged itself as she slept, and he rested the slapper across her abdomen as he re-situated the straps so they once again split her lips apart and exposed her clit to the cool, dry air of the room. Fingers brushed sideways over her clit and she gasped and swirled her tongue faster.
The slapper struck again and she screamed around his cock, barely managing to keep her k
nees on the bed.
“Put the soles of your feet together and pull them up to your pussy. That's it. Such lovely pink goodness. It's beautiful, but I want to make it red.” His voice dropped a half octave as he growled, “Keep your tongue moving.”
Sam managed to keep her knees down through at least a half a dozen strikes, and when they finally rose in reflexive self-defense, he switched to one of the rubber floggers. After three strokes — all of which had her legs flying up to protect herself — he pulled out of her mouth long enough to bring the side straps up and use rope to keep her knees where he wanted them. He also attached her ankle cuffs loosely together and ran the rope up through her harness and back down to circle her big toes and bind them together.
Without saying a word he moved back into position and reinserted his cock in her mouth.
Sam was expecting another strike to her pussy, so she screamed in pained surprise when he pulled up on the chain connecting her nipple clips.
“Tongue, Samantha.”
She swirled and licked, and screamed again when a flogger hit her pussy. Her legs tried to come up, tried to kick, but all she managed was to pull on the harness, which shifted the dildo inside of her, and her bowels cramped again as they hopelessly tried to expel the silicon monstrosity.
He began striking her pussy and the insides of her thighs repeatedly, with no pause, and she screamed and writhed out of control as the pain overtook her senses.
The flogging stopped and both clamps came off at the same time. Sam took a breath in relief for the half-second it took for the pain of removal to kick in, but when the returning blood turned her nipples into fiery points of suffering she screamed around his cock and tried hard to remain still so she’d keep from moving the dildo buried deep in her ass.
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