Safeword: Matte - In Training

by Candace Blevins

  A smile formed involuntarily as Sam realized his way made more sense. The spices would be handier when cooking, and the plates and saucers easier to put away when unloading the dishwasher. She nodded and he returned her smile.

  Rolling her eyes, she said, “That move makes sense. I’m not opposed to that sort of thing, but I’d appreciate it if you get my input. Not so much asking permission as talking to me about it first. Yes? It’ll be your house, too. I want you to be comfortable moving things; I’d just like to have some input. Okay?”

  He nodded and she released her hold on him and lowered her legs. He released her as she slowly slid down his body to stand on the floor. “We still have to figure out how you’ll be responsible for the dishwasher between now and when you move in, but you’re here now, so you can put my ice cream bowl away and meet me upstairs.”

  He playfully swatted her ass as she sashayed away from him, both of them smiling as she exited the room.

  Chapter Eleven

  About a month before the wedding they hosted a play party in the new playroom, with close friends invited to swim during the day, before the kinky portion of the evening began.

  Kirsten was Sam’s best friend, and since their offices were only a few blocks apart they often had lunch together. Kirsten practiced a few of the lesser known martial arts, and the two had compared philosophies of the various disciplines a few times, but had never delved into that part of each other’s life. Mostly, they were both submissive masochists with professional careers, and they enjoyed spending time together.

  Kirsten wasn’t in a serious relationship, but was mentored by James Arrington, an older gentleman well known for his sadistic imagination and his Dom nature.

  Sam hadn’t seen her friend Dana in around two years. Her husband had died, and Dana had pulled away from everyone in the lifestyle. Her friends had tried to circle around her to take care of her, but Kirsten had gently suggested perhaps Dana needed time to sort things out, and needed some space to do so. However, while planning the party, Kirsten suggested inviting Dana and guests. Plural. Sam was thrilled — and intrigued — when Dana RSVP’d to let her know she’d be bringing three men with her.

  Among the guests invited to swim before the party were also Tyler and Viv, who’d been partially responsible for her and Ethan finally getting together.

  Sam’s pool was fairly secluded, but since the neighbors of two houses could see it from their upper windows, she asked everyone to remain vanilla while swimming.

  The women ended up hanging out in the deep end, lounging on noodles as they talked. Dana’s men were the subject for a long time, as Dana tried to explain their complicated relationship.

  The men were playing volleyball in the shallow end as the women watched, and Sam focused on Jacob as she said, “Let me get this straight. Jacob is submissive? And bisexual?”

  “Yep, he doesn’t have a dominant bone in his body.”

  Viv piped up. “Which, apparently, you do?”

  “The only time Viv has a dominant bone in her is when Tyler’s doing her,” Kirsten joked.

  Viv splashed some water in Kirsten’s direction and said, “No, seriously, I want to hear more about Dana topping Mr. Hottie. I just can’t see her giving orders and taking charge.”

  Dana smiled and said, “Well, Sam said no playing outside, so you’ll have to wait until tonight to see it. Speaking of Mr. Hottie,” she looked at Sam. “Ethan is…” She paused, looking for the right word, and finally said, “Massive.”

  Kirsten laughed and said in her best country accent, “Oh, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet.”

  The women turned to Sam looking for an explanation, and Sam blushed and said, “Ummm, he’s so endowed I almost ran screaming the first time I saw it.”

  Viv looked at Kirsten, “You’ve seen it firsthand?”

  Kirsten nodded and reached for her lemonade on the side of the pool. “I’ve known him a while, from the Atlanta scene. He’s a great guy, and he and Sam are perfect for each other.”

  The girl talk continued for a while, and Jacob eventually made his way over to them. He swam to Dana and waited for her to open her arms in invitation before going to her, his eyes full of adoration. He looked around and said, “If this is the girls’ corner I should go back, but if it’s the sub corner, I’d like to hang out a while.”

  Sam laughed. “I think it’s just the spot for the people who aren’t playing volleyball; you’re more than welcome to hang out with us.”

  * * * *

  Sam’s house had four bathrooms, two of which included a separate tub and shower, so it didn’t take long for everyone to get clean, dressed, and meet back downstairs. Ethan ordered pizzas, and Sam had vegetable and fruit platters for those who preferred to eat light before playing.

  She’d let Viv and Tyler use her bathroom, and as they came down Viv exclaimed, “Sam, you didn’t tell me you bought a new bed! It’s beautiful!”

  Viv wore a flesh colored thong and a thigh-length, see-through caftan shirt made of loosely woven lace. The caftan hid nothing, but allowed Viv to feel comfortable as the power exchange portion of the party began.

  Sam smiled conspiratorially and replied, “Ethan made it, and he installed lots of, ummm, features.”

  Tyler turned to his wife with a smile. “Ha! I told you it was a bondage bed!”

  “I didn’t say it couldn’t be used for bondage! I just said it didn’t look like one, Sir.”

  Ethan looked up from juicing the lemons. “I was going for a vanilla looking bondage bed; it sounds like I succeeded.” He talked as he twisted the lemons over the old-fashioned glass juicer. “I lucked out and found those gigantic columns in a salvage yard, and used a headboard and footboard from an antique cast-iron bed I found in the Southside district. The metal work across the top was tricky, but it’s strong enough to use for suspension.”

  “Yes,” Sam interjected with a broad smile. “It certainly is.”

  Dana wore a tight corset and flowing skirt, with nothing covering her breasts, while Jacob was nude with the exception of a metal cage surrounding his cock. Both kneeled side-by-side on the floor between Zach and Brent’s chairs, and were occasionally given a piece of melon by their respective Masters.

  Kirsten alternated between pizza and vegetables, and sat comfortably in a chair beside Master James. She was in a sleek sundress, though it was likely she wore nothing underneath.

  Sam made sure everyone had food and drink, and excused herself upstairs to shower. She’d snacked on some fruit while she played hostess, as she assumed Ethan had a major scene planned for the party, and subspace worked better without a full stomach.

  Ethan joined her in the shower as she was about to get out, and without speaking his hand went to the back of her head and his lips met hers while the water a beat a rhythm around them.

  When he finally released her he said, “Use the shea butter on your entire body and then gather the largest MEO ring we’ve worked up to, your bondage collar, wrist and ankle cuffs, nipple clips you can wear at least fifteen minutes, and the Jennings gag. Line them up and wait for me on your hands and knees at the edge of the bed, so I have easy access to your ass.”

  As Sam descended the steps behind Ethan ten minutes later, her mouth and ass were spread wide, her nipples on fire, her wrists connected behind her back, and a leash was attached to the front of her bondage collar. Ethan’s idea of being a good host meant he jumped into the action right off the bat, so everyone else felt comfortable getting started.

  A few more people had arrived, and Ethan gathered the crowd and led them downstairs after announcing it was time to unveil the new playroom.

  Ethan held her arm as they made their way to the basement, and led her to the playroom on her leash when they reached the bottom of the steps.

  The last she’d seen the playroom had been two weeks ago, when Ethan had locked it up and told her she’d see the final unveiling along with everyone else.

  Ethan flicked his thumb across the bio
metric reader, waited for the beep, and turned the handle.

  The lights were on, and Sam’s eyes flicked around the room, trying to take it all in. Ethan gently tugged her leash and she followed him in far enough everyone else could enter behind them.

  She’d helped Ethan move her old bed down here in pieces, but hadn’t seen it set up. Filmy material hung from the ceiling around it in a back corner of the room, giving it a dreamy appearance beyond the bondage and torture devices scattered around the large space.

  The Saint Andrew’s Cross stood away from the wall, so Ethan would have plenty of room to get to her from all sides. Besides the reinforced buttresses, chains steadied it from above, and Sam’s eyes raised to the support beam Ethan had hired a contractor to install.

  The joist spanned the playroom and workout room, where it supported the heavy bags as well as the gymnastics rings and suspension workout gear. In here, it stabilized the cross and held both the winch and a sling chair.

  Ethan had gone all out on the large padded bondage table, with enough hardware to restrain a harem. There was also a padded horse, pillory, gynecologist’s chair, X shaped inversion table, padded kneeling bench, and Sam’s knees went weak as she spotted the seated cross with a sign denoting it was reserved for her.

  She leaned into Ethan and his hand wrapped around her waist as he said, “The seated cross is a surprise for Sam, and I can’t wait to strap her into it. You’re welcome to use any of the bondage furniture, though I trust everyone brought their own floggers and such. Please feel free to use the workout room next door for aftercare if you’d like a quiet spot. The sparring mat’s been sanitized, and you’ll find sheets folded on a table just inside the door. Don’t use any of the exercise equipment for play, as some of it moves in unexpected ways and we don’t want anyone to get hurt.”

  Master James stepped onto a raised platform Sam hadn’t noticed before and said, “I’ll be playing the part of Dungeon Master tonight so Ethan and Sam can enjoy their new playroom. The house safeword is red, and we ask that any watersport play take place in the large shower you’ll find in the bathroom down the hall.” His smile reeked of sadism as he added, “The door is secured open for the evening, so be prepared for spectators.”

  Ethan motioned toward the center of the room and said, “The controls for the winch are embedded in the end of the bondage table. The refrigerator in the workout room is stocked with bottled water; feel free to take what you need. We’re mostly underground, and I put some extra insulation in the ceiling to help muffle sounds, but we have nearby neighbors, so blood-curdling screams probably aren’t a good idea until we test to see how much sound escapes.” He nudged Sam towards the seated cross as he finished with, “Have fun and be safe. If you’re unsure of how to properly use something, get Master James to help.”

  Somewhere around their third or fourth date, Sam had told Ethan about her fantasy of being strapped onto a seated cross, unable to stop her captor from using and abusing her. She’d been clear about which parts of the fantasy were great to daydream about, but would suck in real life. Would he remember which parts were which?

  “Have a seat, Samantha.”

  The plug shifted in her ass as she settled her bottom onto the platform and raised her legs onto the horizontal supports.

  Fully in subspace, Sam took in the pain in her jaw, the fire in her nipples, the heated cramping of her ass, submissives being strapped onto equipment around her, and Ethan using leather straps to secure her legs — all as if in a haze. The pain was real, but she welcomed it and wanted more.

  Ethan finished with her legs and gently lifted her right arm to strap it to the crosspiece.

  Just like her fantasy, the upper portion of the device was in the shape of a lower case t instead of an X, so her arms were horizontal — meaning she could stay here longer, since blood circulation to her arms wouldn’t be as much of an issue.

  When she was fully strapped onto the contraption, Ethan leaned in and kissed her on the forehead. Sam wanted to thank him, and tried her best to show her gratitude with her eyes.

  “You’re very welcome, Samantha darling.” He flashed his special sadistic smile as he pushed something above her head and nudged her left leg out with his knee. Both of her legs scissored out, spreading her farther open, and her eyes widened as she realized how she must look to the rest of the room.

  “I built a few surprises in.” He stepped back and said, “Looking at you right now, part of me wishes I’d agreed to take your safeword away, but the civilized part of me is glad you have a way to stop me.” He shook his head. “You have no idea how much you tempt me with your offer.”

  Ethan disappeared from view and Sam saw Viv locked into the pillory and Tyler standing behind her with a wicked looking cane.

  She heard and felt a metallic click, then another, and another. The room seemed to shift down, and she suddenly realized Ethan was raising her into the air.

  More of the room came into view, and she saw Master James securing Kirsten into a pillory of sorts, except her head appeared to be inserted into the wall. She wore large headphones, and when Master James proceeded to wrap fabric around Kirsten’s neck and shoulders, Sam assumed he was blocking all light from the box. Not only was this major sensory deprivation, but Kirsten would have no idea who was playing with her. She knew Master James was free to lend Kirsten out for torture to anyone he wished, though he could only lend her out for sexual contact to people Kirsten had agreed to ahead of time. However, if she’d agreed to more than one person in the room, she’d have no way of knowing who was….wow. Sam didn’t especially want to be given to just anyone, but the fantasy of it was pretty mind-blowing.

  Tyler stepped near to swap the cane for a tawse, and Sam realized her crotch was nearly as high as Tyler’s shoulders. This high in the air, it was as if she were a sign and…shit. Her heart sped as she remembered reading Ethan the description of the girl hung as a sign in one of the books she kept handy as wank-off material.

  Ethan moved into view and placed a rubber ball in her right hand. “Drop it to safeword.”

  He’d bought several of these dog toys a while back, so when she dropped it he had not only the visual, but also the sound of the bell inside as it bounced. Holding a ball in one hand knocked her off balance, and she smiled in thanks when he placed an identical ball into her left hand.

  “You’re welcome, again.” He smirked. “Putting you up on a pedestal may not always be a good thing. Depending on your definition of good. I guess you’ll find out in a few minutes.”

  She rarely had opportunity to look down at Ethan — at six feet five inches tall, most people looked up to him, and he seemed to see the humor in looking up to his submissive as he reached his hand out to casually feel how wet she’d grown.

  “It seems you like being on display, so the whole room can see your spread open mouth and ass, and see how empty your pussy is.”

  He reached up to her nipples and tugged both clamps off the inflamed nerve endings at the same time. Sam fought her bonds and writhed in pain as the blood flow returned to her nipples, and saw Ethan’s head dip a few inches before she felt his tongue on the side of her clit. She groaned in frustration as he stepped away, but her groan quickly turned into a whimper when he retrieved one of their long tailed floggers.

  Without saying a word Ethan swung the flogger and struck the inside of her right thigh, the inside of her left thigh, and dead center on her pussy, with several strands biting into her clit.

  Sam remembered his remark about blood-curdling screams as a shriek loud enough to wake the dead left her mouth, but there was nothing she could do to stop it.

  The entire room seemed to turn and look at her — minus Kirsten and a few others bound so they couldn’t turn — and Master James raised his voice to say, “Paul and Meg volunteered to step outside and listen. We’ll find out in a minute how soundproof the room is.”

  Sam’s first thought was relief, that Ethan had struck so hard to make her scream, a
nd likely didn’t intend to keep up with the same momentum, but the look on his face made her heart skip a beat and her stomach cartwheel. He’d enjoyed her scream, and looked forward to hearing it again.

  Master James looked at his phone and said, “Nothing outside at the pool, they’re walking closer to the window if you want to try again.”

  Ethan’s eyes met Sam’s a brief second — a warning of what was to come.

  Her right inside thigh ignited in pain. Left inside thigh. Pussy. Pussy. Pussy. Pussy.

  Sam’s screams and shrieks filled the room and echoed back to her as she flailed her head and tried to escape the flogger’s impact.

  The pronouncement of what could be heard from outside must have been given while Sam was screaming, and must have been good news because the room quickly filled with louder moans and the occasional scream.

  Ethan kept up the intensity, alternating between the inside of her thighs and her pussy. Sam’s labia were spread wide, and her clit was only protected by its hood. She writhed on the cross, but it held steady and she couldn’t escape.

  Her hands squeezed the balls, determined to stick it out and accept whatever he gave her.

  The pain stopped with no warning, and she only had a few seconds to miss it before his mouth was on her clit, soothing and licking, and she had to come but he hadn’t given permission.

  Just as she was about to lose control he pulled away long enough to order, “Come for me,” before reattaching his mouth, and her body obeyed like a cyclone on steroids until she thought she’d come apart.

  Ethan alternated toys and his mouth for an eternity, and Sam lost track of how many orgasms she had.

  When he finally let her down he at last removed the Jennings gag, allowed her to drink a bottle of sports drink, and inserted a padded bit. She still couldn’t easily form words, but her jaw was much more comfortable — unpleasant and strained, but bearable.

  Ethan walked her to the bathroom and sat her on the toilet, saying, “You’re going to be tied up a while, so go while you have the chance.”