Safeword: Matte - In Training (20 page)

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 biometric
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.