No Safeword: Matte - the Honeymoon (11 page)

Oh, god
, she thought.
Ginger oil to lube
that huge nozzle?

But, thinking back, she didn’t recall seeing the
black monstrosity on the end of the tubing.

When she stepped into the jailhouse room, her eyes
went to the shelf-bed. It looked as if he’d slept in it. She looked into the
other room, and the bed looked untouched. Had he lied to her? She was both
touched that he’d slept on the hard excuse for a mattress in here, to keep a
closer eye on her, and bothered that he’d misled her.

She retrieved the lube and returned to him, eyeing
the tube as she walked in. The nozzle looked odd, and it took her several long
moments to realize it must be one of those double-balloon nozzles she’d read
about. Well, that would certainly help turn this into some sort of consequence.

“Have a seat on the bench, facing the wall, please.”

“Can I ask a question first, please Sir?”

He stopped what he was doing and turned to her,
apparently hearing the uncertainty in her voice. “What is it?”

“Last night, you told me you were going to sleep
across the hall, but…”

“Ah, and you saw that I’d slept in the room with
you.” He stepped to her and pulled her into his embrace. “When I told you I’d
be sleeping in the other room, that was my intention. However, once I had you
all trussed up, I wanted to be closer to you.” He shrugged. “The extra fifteen
feet probably weren’t important, I just didn’t want to be in the other room.”

“Thank you, Sir. For taking care of me, even though I
was being punished, and for answering my question.”

“You’re more than welcome. Now, have a seat on the
bench, facing the wall, please.”

He smoothed the leather armbinder over her arms,
settled the straps around the front of her shoulders, and fastened the buckles.
She tried to keep from whining as he worked the laces closer and closer
together, but a gasp of pain escaped without her intention.

“We aren’t as far as we managed yesterday. If this is
all you can handle we’ll stop, but I’d hoped to go a little more.”

“I’m sorry, Sir. I want to please you. I know the
look you want, and I’m sorry I can’t give it to you yet.”

He tied the laces at the top and turned her around to
face him. “Don’t be sorry. You were in a hogtie all night, and I knew we
probably wouldn’t make it as far as we did yesterday. While I’d hoped for more
than this, I’m not disappointed. We’ll get there.” He kissed the tip of her
nose. “I love training you for new things, love pushing you to your limits and
watching you thrive and adapt. There’s no room for guilt over this. I’ll teach
you to take it.” He smiled and added, “If you could already do everything, I
wouldn’t get the fun of training you.”

Sam returned his smile and said, “Thank you, Sir.”
Her eyes strayed behind him, and she took in the enema bag, tubing, and odd
looking nozzle once again.

Ethan straddled the bench beside her and she shifted
to face him, with one leg bent in front of her. She figured she’d eventually
get used to her chest poking out so obscenely, but for now, she still felt
disconcerted with the forced exhibition.

“I know in your research on enemas, you’ve likely come
across the idea of the punishment enema, yes?”

Sam nodded slowly and Ethan continued. “This isn’t
punishment, it’s a consequence, but the idea is the same; It won’t be the kind
of enema you’re used to. After you told me of your new kink I ordered some
extra supplies based on Master James’ suggestions, and had them delivered here.
I also emailed him last night to double-check my recipe and intentions for
today. I’ve put the juice of three lemons into the water, which will increase
the level of cramping. Additionally, the water is a few degrees below your body
temperature, which will also make you cramp worse.”

He stroked her cheek. “I want you to keep up a
narrative as the water goes in. I want to know about every cramp, every spasm,
and every calm period between. If you need me to slow the water for a few
minutes, or even stop it, ask nicely and I will. However, you need to learn to
differentiate between mere pain and a true need to go slow or stop for a few
minutes.”

He leaned in and kissed her forehead. “Normal cramps
today will feel worse than those you’ve probably termed severe in the past. I
know your body will occasionally need some time to adjust before adding more,
and I’ll have to depend on you to tell me when to slow down. I also have to
trust you won’t ask for it too often.”

He sat up and his voice went from kind to brisk.
“Once both quarts are in, you’ll hold them for either thirty or forty-five
minutes. If I think you’ve over-dramatized the pain, you’ll hold it forty-five
minutes. If I think you’ve worked with me to get the water in, you’ll hold it
thirty minutes.”

He stood and helped her up. “Master James’ standard
time for this particular formula is one hour, but I figure since this is your
first experience with a recipe designed to enhance cramping, we should keep it
short.”

He walked her to the chin up bar, bent her over at
the waist, and connected the rope hanging from the bar to the end of her
armbinder. Sam grunted as he raised her arms, and she bent farther forward to
try to relieve her shoulders, but nothing really helped.

A spreader bar went between her legs, and Sam
occupied her mind by adding up the weights on the barbell beneath her. She
estimated it held around three hundred pounds, and wondered why he’d put it
there. Ethan didn’t do anything without a reason.

She thought she had her answer when he used rope to
connect her ankles to the barbell. She could lift her feet a little, and scoot
them forward, but couldn’t move them back. He settled more weights beside each
foot, used them as anchor points as well, and suddenly she couldn’t budge
either foot.

He fastened a broad weightlifting belt loosely around
her abdomen, ran a rope through it, and tied it to the barbell as well. She
noted there was at least eight inches between her stomach and the front of the
belt, plenty of room for her belly to bulge from the enema.

Also, her back was now arched sharply down —
not a chance she’d do the angry-cat thing today.

He must have known what she was thinking because he said,
“This isn’t further consequences for bowing up yesterday. It’s merely to hold
you still for the enema. I’ve seen how you can relieve the cramps a little by
moving around, and I’ve chosen to take away your options.”

He added a strap under her hips, and tied it off to
the chin-up bar as well, assuring she couldn’t bend her legs to gain relief on
her over-arched back.

He stepped in front of her and squatted until they
were eye level. “This will be one of the most painful consequences I’ve given
you. Your ass is mine, and I’ll put whatever I want in it, whenever I want, as
long as you aren’t working. You agreed to this, and you haven’t taken it back
in writing. You don’t have a safeword today. Unless I think there’s a true
health problem, and not just pain, you’ll take the entire two quarts, and
you’ll hold it for at least thirty minutes — longer if you don’t
cooperate.”

Ethan poured the first pitcher into the bag, released
the clamp until some water shot out of the nozzle, closed the clamp, and
proceeded to lube the odd looking nozzle.

It took a few seconds for him to poke the first
balloon into her tender bottom-hole, but it didn’t take long for him to pump it
up inside her. The pressure on her inner rectal muscles was intense, but she
managed to keep quiet. However, when he blew up the outer balloon, and it
pulled the inner one closer and put even more pressure on her anal muscles, she
begged him to stop. He pumped it a few more times, and then gently tugged it,
to be sure it was in place.

The full realization of her predicament hit home, and
Sam’s heart thumped against her rib cage. Always before, she’d held the enema
because she didn’t want to make a mess, and she didn’t want to disappoint him,
but the option was always there to release it if the pain grew to be more than
she could handle. Today, though, she’d take as much liquid as he put into her,
and she’d have no way to expel it until he was ready for her to.

No matter her icy terror though — the fullness
surrounding her ass and the uncompromising bondage had her pulse racing and her
clit throbbing. She both looked forward to the water filling her, and dreaded
the cramps Ethan promised.

The water wasn’t as cold as she’d expected. It was
cooler than she was used to, but the temperature wasn’t so bad. However, a
cramp hit almost immediately, which was unexpected. She tried to move to
accommodate the cramp, but her shoulders screamed and her torso was held firmly
in place.

Within a minute, she’d broken out in a cold sweat and
was screaming as almost nonstop cramps twisted her insides.

She lasted as long as she could before she begged,
“Please Sir! Please give me a minute!”

He adjusted the flow down, but didn’t stop it. She
took several deep breaths as the cramps lessened enough for her to stop
screaming. She’d had no idea just how bad this would be. Part of a wall was
mirrored, and she looked into it to see how much of the bag was gone, and her
heart stuttered as she realized it still looked full.

Her time wouldn’t begin until all the water was
inside her, and the cramps weren’t going to stop completely. She’d had enough
time to catch her breath, and the sooner all the water was in, the sooner he’d
allow her to expel it.

“Thank you, Sir. I think I can handle more again.”

He released the clamp a little, but the cramps didn’t
grow too much worse this time. She had a good thirty seconds of
intense-but-bearable cramps before the excruciating ones began again and she
hopelessly fought her bonds in an attempt to move and accommodate the water and
spasms. She screamed and yelled, but didn’t ask him to stop another time until
she absolutely couldn’t bear another second.

He immediately slowed it when she asked, and when she
looked in the mirror, she thought half the bag might be gone.

He filled the open-topped bag to the top again while
she was catching her breath. Her body reflexively tried to expel the enema, but
the nozzle held it in. She couldn’t get rid of it, and he was going to keep
putting more, and more, into her.

Another severe cramp hit even though the flow was
stopped, and she screamed in agony, and followed up the scream by begging him
to
please
rub her stomach.

He squatted before her again and stroked her cheek.
“I’ll rub it towards the end if you still want me to, but not yet. It’ll get a
lot worse towards the end, Samantha.” He kissed her forehead. “Tell me what
you’re learning?”

“My ass belongs to you, and you can put anything in
it you want. Sir.”

He nodded. “That’s right. I’ll ask you to say it
several more times. It will please me to hear you saying it without being
prompted.”

He stood, walked behind her, and stuck two fingers in
her pussy. “You’re soaking wet, my beautiful wife. I know you aren’t enjoying
this, but find it interesting your body is turned on by it.”

He put both fingers in his mouth, pulled them out
slowly, and stepped back to the enema bag. “I trust you’re ready for me to open
the clamp again?”

Not really, but the sooner the water went in, the
better. “Yes, Sir. Thank you for the small break.”

Sam didn’t think they’d ever make it to the end. It
seemed every time the bag neared the halfway point he’d fill it again, but he
filled it so many times, she must have been mistaken about where the midpoint
was on the flexible bag.

She turned his phrase into a mantra, and repeated,
“My ass belongs to Ethan. He can put anything in it he wants,” as a way to help
her through the ordeal.

He massaged her belly towards the end, which helped
more than she could have possibly imagined, and she thanked him profusely
— in between begging for the pain to stop.

When she finally heard the gurgle of the last of the
water, she wanted to collapse in relief, but the cramps and bondage still had
her hopelessly attempting to writhe in pain while her restraints held her
firmly in place.

Ethan clamped the end of the nozzle and disconnected
it from the tubing. She felt as if she had a tail hanging from her ass now, but
the cramps hurt bad enough she didn’t really care.

He rested his hand on her shoulder and met her gaze
in the mirror. “We had to stop more than I’d hoped, but I think you were
genuinely trying to work with me, so your thirty minutes starts now. Feel free
to scream as much as you want, but no words can leave your mouth unless there’s
a serious problem I need to know about.”

He stepped in front of her, obviously expecting her
to acknowledge the order, so she nodded once before closing her eyes and
sucking air into her lungs in an attempt to get on top of the pain.

She searched the mirrors for a view of the room’s
wall clock, and realized he’d draped one of her scarves over it.

Okay, so he didn’t want her watching the clock. She
was left with the option of trying to count time, or to just forget about it,
submit to the experience, and go inward.

If she could manage the latter, it would be easier,
but she wasn’t sure she could find a way to embrace this particular pain.
Still, it was worth a shot.

Sam tried every trick she knew — deep
breathing, accepting and welcoming each spasm as her insides twisted and
contorted. She tried embracing the agony as an essential lesson…but nothing
worked. She couldn’t find a way to ride the pain, to manage the cramps, or to
accept the invasion. She wasn’t just full of water, but the water felt as if
was warping and deforming her insides. The cool water now felt cold, and she could
feel every inch of her distended colon winding through her abdominal cavity.