Free Safeword: Matte - In Training by Candace Blevins Page B

casually opening
the bag and extracting a clothespin.
    “I’m in a mood tonight, Samantha. I want you
to hurt for me. No words, but feel free to scream and cry.”
    He took his time placing each clothespin,
building tension and anticipation until Sam was sure her adrenaline
alone could light a stadium. The strain of holding the marbles in
and fighting the large plug in her ass, along with being in the
splits and her arms bound completely motionless — all of this in
concert with the clothespins placed at random on her breasts and
the underside of her upper arm had her frantic with pain, fear, and
anticipation.
    She let out a blood curdling scream when a
clothespin on her inner arm hit a nerve the wrong way, and he
immediately removed it, smiling as he said, “I’ll have to remember
that spot for another time.”
    He only placed it about a half inch away,
and it still hurt terribly, but was bearable.
    Sam had no idea how much time had passed
when several marbles slipped from her and crashed into the metal
cookie tray below. She squeezed her pussy as tight as she could,
and didn’t realize she was squeezing her eyes closed until a gentle
finger traced both eyebrows and a soft voice near her ear rumbled,
“Open your eyes and let me see how much it hurts, Darlin’.”
    Opening her eyes made the muscles around the
plug spasm, as if relaxing her facial muscles somehow affected her
ability to control her pussy and ass muscles. Another marble
dropped, clinking onto the tray, and her eyes threatened to close
again as she slammed her pussy shut with all of her might.
    Sam was flexible enough the splits weren’t a
big deal. However, having her muscles bound into this position for
so long was making her leg muscles strain as much as her pussy and
ass muscles. She inhaled to a count of thirty, and exhaled it all
out to a count of twenty, concentrating on allowing the tension in
her muscles to flow out with her breath.
    “You have such control, but I think I’d like
to see you lose it tonight, Samantha darling.”
    She opened her eyes to see his fierce green
eyes, and she tried to push back, away from him, but the chair
backs and her bondage held her firm.
    “Since you can’t keep your eyes open, we’ll
take your vision, to start.”
    He reached under her chair and his hand
appeared with a blindfold. Darkness enveloped her as the loose,
furry fabric settled over her face.
    Her hearing kicked into overdrive and she
tried to make out what he might be doing. She thought perhaps he’d
reached into the clothespin bag again, and she gasped as she felt
fingers lift her left pussy lip. A short scream escaped as a point
of pressure squeezed her outer labia, and within moments she had
eight clothespins lining either side of her pussy. Too bad he
hadn’t clothespinned them together, to help her hold the remaining
marbles in. She didn’t even know if she’d lost more or less than
half, though she assumed less.
    She didn’t know what he put on her nipples,
but she was certain they weren’t clothespins, and she screamed in
agony through a half a dozen breaths before the biting pain merged
with everything else.
    Fingers lifted her clit hood, exposing the
super sensitive nerve endings beneath, and something cool stroked
either side and then down the top. Sam smelled cinnamon a few
seconds before the burn started, and she barely bit back words as
they formed in her brain. This wasn’t the first time he’d used
toothpaste on her, so she knew how bad it would hurt in a few
minutes, and she wasn’t sure she could handle the burn on top of
everything else.
    Fingers stroked around and over her clit
hood, rubbing more toothpaste over sensitive skin, and Sam’s hips
fought the rope as they tried to move, to escape.
    She couldn’t hold the marbles any longer.
Her pussy muscles let go and the remaining marbles clattered into
the metal below her. Soft lips touched her forehead over the
blindfold and Ethan’s deep voice rumbled, “Well done,