Owning Her: Beautiful Domestic Discipline

by Susan Sass

  Faith stood, bent sharply at the waist, swaying, exhausted. Her voice was a sand paper whisper, garbled and hard to understand because of the bit keeping her jaws spread wide. “Please, water please.”

  “Water please, what?”

  Aya could hear the rage and defeat in the girls voice as Faith spat out the word, “Master.”

  Aya held the water bottle and poured the water between her open lips and s as the girl frantically sucked down as much water as possible, not knowing when the bottle would be pulled away. “In the future you will refer to me as Mistress Aya. We have only one true Master on this island. We will work on the correct tone and attitude later.”

  Aya pulled the water bottle away and spoke softly. “Are you ready to walk or should we continue circling here?”

  Aya watched as the girl fought with herself. She counted softly to herself to ten and then turned and walked away, turning on the wheel again. Faith yelped as the chain jerked on her arms, wrenching her shoulders and shuffled quickly to ease the agony in her arms. She called after Aya, “Wait, no.”

  But Aya continued to walk away.

  Faith wailed and screamed, “Please, mistress Aya, please.”

  Aya stopped and turned back, “My patience is growing thin, little slave. You fight and fight. You and I both know it is inevitable. You cannot win, you cannot die, and you cannot escape. You think this is hard but it is the smallest of things.”

  Faith was trotting in painful little shuffling steps, and sobbing, “Please, I am sorry.” She stumbled and the arm of the spinning walker jerked her arms again and she screamed. “Ow! Oh god, please, please. I will walk!”

  Aya made the wheel stop and unfastened the chain holding her arms up. Aya spoke softly, “On your knees, little slave.”

  Faith dropped gratefully to her knees, soft whimpers of exhaustion and defeat making her tremble and jerk. Aya looked down at her. “Little slave, you have made many very poor decisions today. You have been very disrespectful. It would be wise to beg my forgiveness.”

  Again Aya watched the girl struggle with herself. She began to tap her foot and when she reached for the chain of the walker again, the girl began to babble, “No, don’t. I am sorry.” She seemed to choke on the word but then she said it again, “...sorry, sorry, sorry.”

  Aya fought down the little shudder of excitement that the words shot through her. She gently prompted, “Say, Please forgive me, Mistress Aya.”

  Faith’s lips were stiff and the words mechanical, but she said them.

  “Say, Please forgive me for spitting at you, Mistress Aya.”

  This time the words flowed a little more smoothly. Aya stroked her hair and then taking a firm grip on the straps on the back of the girls head and forced her face to the dirt. “Kiss my foot, little slave.”

  Faith jerked back against her hand, shaking her head and sobbing. But Aya felt the girl’s mouth touch her foot and kept it there. “Say it again.”

  The words were so confused and garbled by the girl’s sobs and the bit in her mouth that Aya could not understand her words, but the tone was heartbroken and plaintive. The rush of power was so strong that Aya felt herself come, her cunt clenching and throbbing. Aya lifted her back up to her knees and looked into the sad frightened eyes. There was a lot of dirt smeared on the girls face and Aya gently wiped it off. “Do not fear what you are becoming. It is your fate.”

  Aya’s hand found the little bells in her pocket and she reached down to the girl’s soft rounded globes, caressing and tugging at her nipples. A shudder of fear and revulsion shook through the girl but Aya was pleased to see she did not pull away. She held up a clamp with a bell, “I am going to put these on your nipples.”

  Faith grunted like she had been struck and she began to shake her head, but the expression on her face was pleading not rebellious. Aya made a soft chiding sound and spoke firmly. “Little slave, this is a small thing, a decoration to amuse me. I do not need to tell you that you will learn to endure more, much more.”

  The grief in the girl’s eyes as she attached the bells was almost enough to make Aya relent but she knew that the surrender was new and that the girl was barely beginning to break. It would be easy for her to regain her resolve. Aya forced herself to smile and then grabbed the girl’s shoulders and gave them a little shake, making her breasts sway and jiggle, the bells ringing merrily. Aya laughed delightedly, deliberately and called out gaily, “Nice, little slave, now you sound like a pony.”

  A glint of rage flashed across the girl’s face and Aya noted it. There was still some fight left in the girl. She pulled the girl to her feet and threaded the reins through the ring on her wrist cuffs. She picked up the whip and snapped it sharply against the girls flank and gave the reins a tug, bringing her around in a sharp circle. “Get up!” The bells jingled and rang as the girl shuffled along, her strides short and painful.

  When Aya jerked the reins to turn the girl into the compound she balked and made a complaining sound. Aya let her stand for a second and then spoke, “This is the only way home. It is through here or back to the circles. Eventually you will walk through this gate. Do not try my patience, little slave.”

  Faith made a tiny whimper of defeat and began to shuffle forward. Aya snapped the whip against her, “Step it up girl, show me how a happy, proud pony would do it.” Faith sped up a little and Aya decided to accept that.

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  This time in the compound, Aya pulled Faith to a stop and began to talk with a couple of the guards. Faith stood puffing and swaying with fatigue, her eyes locked on the ground by her feet. As she talked Aya stepped up and began to stroke her hand casually along the girl’s back and flank. A tiny shiver of resistance shook through the girl and Aya smirked and slowly, casually reached down and began to caress the girl’s dangling breast, playfully tugging at the bell, making it ring. Faith froze and her body went rigid.

  Aya saw Layla come out of the laundry house and called to her. “Slave Layla, I have a task for you.”

  Layla trotted over and gracefully dropped to her knees, “This slave greets her Mistress and awaits her command.”

  Aya nodded toward Faith, “My pony is all sweaty and covered with her own piss. Get a hose and wash her.”

  Aya led a reluctant Faith to a post, removed the shock collar to keep it dry and tied the reins up tight, locking the girls head to the post. Layla nodded and began to run the cold water over the bent over frame of the girl. While Layla washed the girl, Aya sauntered around the back of the her quarters and looked down at Josh as he dug. She s at the depth of the hole. It was perfect, deep, dark, and starting to get wet and muddy in the bottom. Almost twelve feet deep, with vertical sides she decided that it was plenty deep. Any deeper, there was too much risk of a cave in.

  Aya called down to Josh, “That is a beautiful hole. You can stop now.” Josh climbed up the ladder and knelt at Aya’s feet. She lifted his hands, looking at the blisters and calluses. “I am pleased with your obedience.” She unlocked his chain. “Go shower and then go to the infirmary and get these blisters treated. Then take the rest of the day off.” Aya held her hand up, admonishing Josh, “Do not leave the compound.”

  Faith was a mass of soap suds and Layla was just starting to rinse the girl off when Aya returned. Faith repeatedly flinched back from the touch of Layla’s hands and was jerking back on the reins binding her head to the post, soft incoherent mutters of rage were leaking out of her lips but when she saw Aya’s sandals come into her view, she stilled and stood trembling.

  Layla gestured urgently to Aya, and asked softly, “Mistress Aya, may I please speak with you privately?”

  Aya looked puzzled and then nodded stepping to one side. Layla whispered nervously. “Mistress, when I cleaned the girl’s cunt, there was something in the way. I think I felt that she was still a virgin.”

  Aya lifted her brow and looked over at Faith in surprise. Aya walked over and knelt behind the girl and taking her thumbs spread her out open and star
ted to slide a finger into her. Instantly Faith bucked and began to kick at her, soft angry curses rose up for the girl’s head. When Aya just took the feeble kicks and continued to probe curiously at the girl, feeling the intact hymen. The girl threw herself to the ground and began to thrash violently in the muddy puddles left by the washing, ignoring the pain of the halter keeping her half suspended. Her protests had dissolved into deep wailing sobs.

  Aya gestured to the guard, “Untie her. I want all the ropes off her.”

  As he untied , unbuckled the straps and unlocked the chains, Faith lay in the mud sobbing and then she fell silent, seeming to shrink into herself, huddling in a small ball, apparently oblivious to the dirt and water she was lying in. Aya reached down and took the girl’s wrist and pulled up. “Come with me.” To her complete surprise Faith came up off the ground and came at her screaming in rage. Aya barely had time to block the hands coming up to claw at her face and felt a knee strike into her hip, jarring her. Aya instinctively whirled and kicked the girls feet out from under her and backed up, ready for when the girl got up again. Faith came back up and snarling threw herself at Aya again, there was a thoughtless, almost animal like quality to the girl’s attack. She made no effort to protect herself. The only thought in her Mind was to inflict any kind of damage on the object of her rage.

  The huge guard wrapped his arms around the girl and Aya could see his eyes looking at her fearfully for his failure to control the girl. Aya stopped and looked thoughtful. “Bring her.” She walked around to the back of her quarters and pointed at the hole. Aya pulled the ladder out and pointed at the dark opening. “Drop her in.”

  The big guard looked at the hole and nodded, holding the girl’s wrists he lifted her, careful to keep her from kicking at his groin and held her dangling over the edge. The girl looked down and shrieked in panic. Aya spoke again, “Don’t throw her down. Just drop her.”

  The big man released his hands and the girl disappeared into the hole. Ignoring the inarticulate shrieks rising up from the pit, Aya spoke again. “Find something to cover the hole. I want it dark down there.” She went to call on her Master, JD needed to know what she had discovered about his new little slave. Her virginity would intrigue him. Aya thought back to when he had taken hers.

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  Aya wondered if this new slave had been saving her virginity for someone. She wondered if JD would open her with the same patience and care he had shown her. For the first time in years she felt a small flush of jealousy. Aya shook herself sharply, this girl would never care for her Master like she did, no one could. She told herself that there were lots of women but only one Aya.

  She had called JD and told him of her discovery. “The girl is a virgin. She was just about ready for you to step in and rescue from the evil Mistress Aya and then when I found out about the virginity she went kind of crazy on me.”

  JD’s voice was curious, “What did she do?”

  “She attacked me.”

  “Interesting, did she hurt you?”

  “No.” Aya’s voice was flat. The idea that any slave could actually best her physically was ludicrous.

  Her Master’s voice was amused, “What did you do?”

  “I was too angry to deal with her so I put her in that hole I had Josh dig.”

  JD’s laughed out loud, “I stopped by and took a look at that hole. Josh was digging like a badger. He was very pleased with it, kept saying something about how he would never drink again and how grateful he was that I had been so merciful?”

  Aya could hear Faith still screaming, her howls of terror seeming very much out of proportion to the situation. “She seems to really hate being in the hole. I think that it might be a good time for you to step in and rescue her.”

  JD looked thoughtfully at the phone in his hand. He had not anticipated the possibility that Faith may still be a virgin. The report had mentioned that she did a lot of dating, but thinking back there had never been any one boy. Aya had done well by discovering this fact. He thought back to the first time he had softly kissed her. It was the day he first took her and she fully gave herself to him.

  Aya had just come back from the finishing school in Hong Kong. She had just turned 20. The extra years were spent finishing up with her foreign language studies. Due in a larger part to her remarkable intelligence, Aya had become fluent in Japanese, Mandarin, Spanish, French, and Italian. She also had a working knowledge of Portuguese, Cantonese, and Latin. The years of study and lessons had changed the gangly little girl into a woman with the grace of a cat and the manner of a noble. She was just as fierce in her devotion to JD. The only bad thing she felt for him was a little bitterness for being sent away most of the time she was growing up. However, now being an adult, she saw the logic behind his decision. How could she not help but to serve him better for her education? She also knew how far that education could serve her.

  Aya had stepped off the yacht onto the pier and looked for JD. She had missed him terribly over the last year and wanted more from him than phone calls and letters. The couple of visits that she had from him were not enough to satisfy her. She spotted JD coming down the pier and ran up to him. She threw her arms around his neck and buried her head in his shoulder. She cried into it as she said to him, “Oh sir, I missed you so much. I learned all that I could so that you would be proud of me. Thank you so much for the great gift of my education and training.”

  “Welcome home, Aya. It is so good to see you as well. Now let go of me and remember how you are to act around me.”

  Aya looked up at JD and s at him with dancing eyes and said to him, “I am very sorry, sir. Please forgive this one’s actions towards her Master. It was just the separation from his affection that caused this reaction to being in his presence.”

  JD responded, “Of course I will forgive you, but just this once.” JD’s eyes were sparkling and dancing as well. “Go into my house and wait for me. I will have your belongings brought up. Freshen yourself up and I will see you at dinner. You will be eating with me.”

  Aya went up to the big house and JD went about his business. Later in the evening they had dinner. Aya was allowed to sit at the dining table with JD and show off the manners she had been taught. He delighted watching her. They shared small talk about what she had been doing and how things were on the island. After dinner, he took her into his study. He sat in his chair as Aya expertly poured him a brandy, knelt before him without spilling a drop, and served it to him. He told her to pour one for herself and rejoin him. She did as she was told and then sat on the rug next to his feet. For a while not much was said between them. They sipped the brandy and watched the flames flicker in the fire place. It was JD who spoke first.

  “I am very pleased with you, my pet. I can’t begin to tell you how proud I am of what you have accomplished. I always feared that between buying you from your parents to the abuse you suffered at that old woman’s hands, you would hate and despise me. I am glad we feel the way we do about each other. You are to be my right hand around here. You were educated and trained for just this purpose. No one will have authority above you, save for me. However to do this you will need to learn the business of running my island. You have the book learning and now you need the real world experience. You shall start receiving that part of your education tonight, my dear.”

  JD stood up and motioned Aya to do the same. He knew that she was a virgin and that was the only thing she had left that was her own. He could force himself on her and strip her of it, but one, he was not the type that could do that to her; and two, he wanted her to give herself freely to him. He took her face in his hands and for the first time softly pressed his lips to hers. He kissed her for a long time. He did not press hard or be anxious with her. He held the kiss and felt Aya melt into it. She released herself into that kiss as if she would die without it. It was the kind of kiss she had always wanted from him. Then as softly as it began, it ended. JD took Aya by the hand and led her through the play room and into his bedroo
m.

  The room was only lit by the fireplace. It produced a soft glow around the two of them. A fur rug lay in front of it and JD sat on it while encouraging Aya to join him on the rug.

  As he looked at her eyes, he said to her, “I know you have never been with a man before. I also know that you have been trained on how to pleasure a man when the time comes.”

  “You also know that the time would come when I would come for you. However, I will not just take you and pleasure myself with you even though it is my right to do so. I want you to give yourself to me willingly. I don’t want it to be a conquest.”

  Aya rose from her seated position to her knees. She presented herself formally to JD the way she was taught. She knelt with her knees apart and her head down. When she was there before him she finally spoke.