No Safeword: Matte - Happily Ever After (Safewords) by Candace Blevins Page B

close her eyes and just experience it. When she’d swallowed, she opened her eyes and looked at Viv.
    “Wow, that is so good.” She focused on the room around her and tried to come out of her fog a little more.
    She saw the cattle prod and shivered. “Can you believe they threatened our clits with that thing?”
    Viv followed her eyes and shook her head. “It’s been modified, but it still hurts like hell.” She shrugged. “Something about amps versus volts or, I dunno. I think it hurts as bad as a regular one, but it’s not supposed to cause nerve damage.”
    Sam kept looking around the room and her eyes landed on the pony.
    “How often does Tyler put you on that horrible thing?” Sam asked.
    Viv shook her head. “Not more than two or three times a year, thank goodness. It’s horrible, and I’d love to see it thrown into a huge bonfire but with my luck he’d only build another, even more cruel.”
    Sam looked past Viv and saw the men putting away floggers and wiping down the equipment. “Ethan told me he wanted to see how I handled it. I think he’s going to build one, but use it primarily for discipline.”
    Viv shuddered. “Well, my guess is if he does, you’ll rarely need to be disciplined. Like, ever . Shit.”
    “What’s the longest Tyler’s kept you on it?”
    Viv’s face looked pained. “Four fucking hours.”
    “What did you do ?”
    Viv shook her head. “It wasn’t for punishment, just a scene. I’m rarely on it more than about an hour and a half, but he told me two weeks ahead of time that I’d be on it four hours, even marked it on the damned calendar. By the time the day came I was a wreck, worrying about it.” She closed her eyes a second. “The reality was so much worse than I’d envisioned. He put a clock up so I could watch the time crawl — an old-fashioned school clock, complete with a fucking second hand. Somewhere around two and a half hours I was offering to get rid of specific hard limits if he’d cut the time short.”
    “Did he?”
    Viv shook her head. “No, my hard limits are mostly stuff he isn’t interested in, but there’s one I thought might sway him, and I was desperate.”
    The three men walked back to them, and Ethan said, “On your back and spread your legs, Samantha. Master James wants to check you.”
    Sam didn’t want to spread her legs for Master James, but she knew she was in no shape to accept a punishment so she rolled to her back and closed her eyes as she let her legs fall apart.
    Ethan let her keep her eyes closed and her face sideways as he and Master James once again discussed her as if she weren’t present. She bit her tongue and tried to keep quiet as they pushed her lips to the side to get a good look at the entire area. 
    “See this section?” Master James asked as he pushed her labia out of the way and leaned down for a closer look. “You’ll want to make sure it’s healed before you use her too much, as you don’t want to risk it splitting more.”
    He stood and turned to Ethan. “The board she was on is natural, untreated wood. I can give you the name of a local sawmill to buy your lumber, as the chemicals used in the pressure-treating process weren’t designed to come into contact with human flesh.”
    Master James leaned over her again, and a finger touched her pussy lips and gently manipulated them once again. “She’s going to have some deep bruising, and will feel it intensely for days, possibly a week.”
    The lips around her clit were delicately pulled open again, and a finger shifted her clit right and then left. Sam gasped and yelped as he slid the clit hood up to bare her clit, and wished he’d let it go as he spoke. “Tyler chose the triangular piece for Viv, but Sam’s genitals might be better suited for a wider surface, especially as your goal is to keep her on it longer. I’ll send you a couple of designs so you can decide which will work best for your purposes.” He finally released her clit hood, and