Owning Her: Beautiful Domestic Discipline

by Susan Sass

  “Aya, I have forgiven you and must ask you to think about forgiving me for not knowing how you would react to my punishment. I also ask you to forgive me for not knowing how you would feel about being admonished by me.”

  JD bent down and kissed the top of Aya’s head. She had hidden her face from him so that he could not see the tears that JD knew were there. He knew not to acknowledge. When he stood, he gave Aya a good hard swat on her backside and left.

  JD sat at his desk and looked at the little group of nervous overseers. He could tell they were very uncomfortable with the thought of having a meeting. Aya always thought that meetings were a waste of time. She preferred to communicate work assignments through emails and there was a white board in the overseer’s office in the slave quarters that showed where each slave was working and who was to supervise. She made a habit of checking in everyone of the overseers each day, reviewing and evaluating progress on jobs, observing and critiquing the performance of both the slaves and their keepers.

  Each of the overseers nervously reported how things were going. Generally things were going as expected but there was a feeling of looseness to the whole island. It was like no one was really sure if things were working right without Aya’s eyes watching over their shoulders. On more than one occasion there had been Minor infractions when a slave seemed to almost act out to see if there was someone to step in and hold them accountable now that their Mistress was temporarily out of the picture. But they had been quickly dealt with.

  JD thought to himself that having Aya take a little time off was perhaps not such a bad thing. It made the overseers take more responsibility. And Aya was healing quickly. JD wondered if her heart was healing as quickly as her back was.

  Last Overseer James spoke up, “There is the matter of Layla.”

  JD looked up, “Yes?”

  “Sir, Mistress Aya left her with a restriction. She is not to have any orgasms. I am not sure exactly why. When I asked her, slave Layla just said that she must not think about rewards. It has been several days and she is getting pretty frustrated. Her behavior is getting erratic. She disobeyed Mistress Aya in this command at least once. I know for a fact that she came while I was using her last night. And then she became hysterical, screaming and begging me to whip her like Aya had been whipped. I am a little concerned that she Might hurt herself. I ended up locking her in the plywood box. She is there now.”

  “How many days has she been on this restriction?”

  “I am not sure, Sir, a couple of days before Aya became injured, so maybe five or six days.”

  “And you continue to use her?”

  “Mistress Aya said she could serve, just not come.”

  JD frowned, “I am sure that Aya did not intend for this to go on so long. It is possible that she has forgotten. She was been heavily medicated a number of days. Clean the girl up and bring her up to the house.” JD thought to himself that this was just thing for Aya to deal with. And she must have had some reason for the restriction. He found himself curious about what Aya was up to with this.

  As she knelt in JD’s office Layla’s expression was a mask of grief and terror. JD’s voice was soft and neutral, “I understand that your Mistress has told you that you must not have orgasms.”

  The girl’s eyes looked almost mad and she nodded jerkily, and then whispered in a quivering voice, “I failed.”

  A wave of rage swept over JD and he had to stop himself from leaping across his desk at the girl. He roared at her, “What the fuck is going on around here!”

  Layla wailed and threw herself down on the floor, groveling on the floor, babbling abjectly, “I tried, I tried so hard. I wanted to obey but I couldn’t.” She fell silent and looked up from the floor, her voice suddenly clear and determined, “I have to be punished. Will you punish me?”

  JD held himself in check, “Fuck no. Get up off the floor this instant. You did not disobey me. You disobeyed your Mistress. You must go to her and confess.”

  Layla s at the thought, “Oh yes, Master, Mistress will punish me.”

  Chapter 14

  Aya was sitting cross legged on the bed, wearing the ubiquitous loose slave shift reading a book. Faith was kneeling beside the bed trying not to fidget. JD pushed Layla into the room and spoke abruptly. “Aya, it seems you left this slave girl with some instructions. I have instructed her to report to you how successful she has been in obeying your commands. This seems to be a project of yours.”

  Aya slowly lowered the book and nodded, “Of course, Master.”

  JD nodded curtly, “Deal with it,” and turned and left the room. He walked back to his office and turned on the remote camera and settled down to watch the show.

  Aya was carefully easing herself from the bed to stand before a kneeling Layla. JD noticed that Faith had moved or been told to move to kneel in the corner. JD wondered about this choice, that Aya wanted the new girl to observe this. He turned up the sound and heard Layla speaking rapidly almost feverishly.

  “…bad. I disobeyed. I must be punished, like you.”

  Aya’s voice was sharp and icy, “Silence, slave; you will answer my questions and you will not tell me what to do.”

  JD felt a flush of pride at the way Aya could take control with just a single sentence.

  Aya paced around the room, her steps slow and stiff. “How many days has it been?”

  Layla looked confused, “Um, mistress, I don’t know exactly what you mean?”

  “How many days has it been since I told you to not to have an orgasm?”

  Layla gulped and whispered, “Six days, mistress.”

  And you confess losing control and coming?”

  Layla’s voice broke, “Yes mistress, I tried not to. I really tried.”

  “Tell me everything that happened.”

  “Overseer James was making use of me. I was trying to be obedient and trying to remember how you said that I must find joy and rewards in pleasing my Masters. I told him that you had instructed me not to orgasm and he said he knew all about that. But then he kept touching me. It went on and on… I tried so hard to be good.”

  Aya’s voice was icy, “You say Overseer James?”

  Layla looked up with confusion, “Yes Mistress.”

  “And you had an orgasm.”

  “Yes Mistress.”

  “Did you feel like you were rewarded? Did you enjoy it?”

  Layla shook her head violently, “Oh no, Mistress, it was horrible. I hated it. I feel so bad.”

  Aya stepped close to the kneeling girl and gently stroked her hair away from her tear stained face, “Then you did not disobey me. I told you not to seek rewards; all your rewards must come from me. You strove to obey me; you should take joy in that.”

  Layla threw herself on the floor, “But I failed.”

  Aya laughed softly, bitterly, “Of course you failed. We all fail.” Aya turned to face away and pulled the shift off over her head, “Slave Layla, tell me what you see.”

  The girl looked up and cringed, “Oh Mistress, I am so sorry.”

  “Sorry for what?”

  “Your back, it is so hurt. I did that to you.”

  “Slave Layla, it was your hand but it was not your heart. I did this to myself. It is a lesson for me, a reminder to myself that I can fail. Each flaw, each scar in my skin is there to act as a permanent reminder of my own imperfection, my own fallibility.” Aya was standing with her back to the slave on the floor, facing the small camera on the wall. JD realized she was talking directly to the camera, talking to him. Her voice quivered, “I tried so hard to be perfect and all I found was failure. I know now that the only perfect thing in this world is love, love given, love accepted.”

  Aya’s voice hardened and cooled and she turned to face the girl again. “So do not fall into the trap of trying too hard. Learn about your limitations and accept them. You have tried to obey me and I find that pleasing. Go, return to your duties, your restriction is still in place but take solace that it will not be
much longer.”

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  Book 4

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 1

  Aya stepped outside the room and called Marc. He answered his phone quickly, his voice soft and respectful, if his words were slightly impertinent, “Greetings my beloved tigress, how may this humble slave serve you?”

  Aya kept her tone crisp and businesslike. “Faith is in the play room, I want you to come down and meet me here. I have some special instructions for you.”

  “Ah, my beloved mistress, the play room, just hearing you utter those words makes this devoted servant’s heart race and the blood rush to his head. My feet are barely touching the ground as I make haste to kneel at your feet.”

  Aya fought the urge to laugh at his extravagant words, forcing her voice into its icy tones, “Stop with this foolishness and get your ass down here.”

  “Estimated time of arrival… five Minutes.”

  Aya was still nude, standing in the hall, looking up a clock and tapping her toe when the handsome man tore around the corner at a dead run. He grinned and literally dropped to his knees and slid across the smooth floor on his knees the last few feet. He tipped his head in an abbreviated bow and spoke in a happy voice. “My Mistress is so lovely that my heart is about to break. While my Mistress is deadly beautiful no matter how she chooses to adorn the perfection that is her loveliness, I have to confess that this is the most becoming of fashion statement…”

  Aya held her hand up, silencing the man at her feet. She reached down and caressed his lips, “You talk and talk. What am I to do with you, my gallant and foolish man? You flirt with danger.”

  “My Mistress, perhaps you can help me learn discipline?” Marc’ eyes sparkled with pent up humor and more. Aya could see his lust smoldering in his eyes.

  Aya reached up and gripped his hair, forcing him to tip his head back sharply. Her voice was low and hissing, “The new slave lays in the playroom. You will accompany me in there and serve me. I want a good show. I will bind her so that she will be close to us, very close. But we will not touch her. Feel free to speak to her, but she will be instructed to not respond. You seem to love talking so much, talk to her about your joy in serving me.”

  Aya turned and walked back into the playroom. Faith was half sitting up, looking around. When Aya came in she lay back quickly and closed her eyes.

  Aya spoke in a voice loud enough for the girl to hear. “Marc, I require your services. But first let’s move this new little slave to a new vantage point so she may observe and learn from that observation.”

  Aya sharply nudged Faith, “Get up, little slave.”

  With Marc’ assistance Faith found herself bound standing at the foot of the bed, her hands spread wide over her head and her legs stretched wide. Her feet were flat on the floor. The room was warm but Faith felt a chill of nervousness at her helpless vulnerability. She wondered what they were going to do to her. She wondered if this was it, were they going to beat her, take her. She felt her body heat and swell, and flushed with embarrassment. Aya spoke sharply, “You will watch and learn. I require you to remain silent. We will speak to you but you will not speak back. Now is the time to watch and learn.”

  Marc leaned close to her, she could feel the heat of his body, “Watch close, pretty baby sister. Learn from an expert.”

  Aya snapped her fingers, “Talk, talk, talk, you are full of words. I care little for your words; it has been too many days since I have had a hard cock inside me.” She crawled onto the bed and spread her legs, “Take your time, show me that so called expertise.”

  Marc quickly stripped off his clothing, and Faith’s eyes widened at the sight of his fully erect imposing cock. The handsome slave caught her eye and rubbed his hand along its generous length. He grinned and murmured, “Someday, baby sister, someday.” Faith felt a little quiver of fear and anticipation. Aya made an impatient grunt and he looked at her. His voice dropped an octave, “Coming, my dragon queen.”

  Marc moved to the foot of the bed and Faith jumped when he slid up onto the bed between her legs, his wide shoulders bushing the insides of her legs. He remained there between her legs, his knees on the floor and beckoned to Aya, “Please my Mistress, it would be delicious to stay here like this as I serve you. It would be such a treat to provide this service between the legs of two such beautiful women.” Aya made an exasperated grunt but slid down. Her knees were sharply bent, and her legs spread. Faith looked down at Aya’s dark cleft, the rich colors of brown and dark red blending. Marc’ darkly tanned hands were only slightly darker than the soft creamy light tan of Aya’s belly and thighs. He began to slowly massage the inner thighs, kissing the tender flesh of Aya’s legs and belly, not even touching the swelling folds. Faith noticed that Aya was looking up at her with half closed eyes, watching the expressions on her face. Idly Aya began to touch her own breasts, rhythmically rolling the dark brown nipples back and forth between her long fingers.

  Marc spoke his voice soft and husky, talking to Aya but his words for Faith, “It is no coincidence that I am a gardener. This is the loveliest flower of all.” He gently spread Aya’s cleft open, “See the petals? And the tiny bud in the center? He inhaled deeply, “And the aroma, spicy and sweet.” He gently kissed the very center, a chaste worshipful blessing. He murmured one last sentence, “I live to serve.”

  Faith looked down as he began to slowly sensually begin to lick around that center, making soft appreciative sounds of satisfaction with each touch of his tongue. Faith found herself tense and trembling, watching the scene below her. She could almost touch Marc’ body as it knelt between her legs. Her cunt was hot and throbbing, her nipples hard and aching. She wondered what that felt like, to have him kissing and licking her like that. Somehow the realization that this was just another observation was relief but at the same time she wanted more.

  Aya was beginning to sigh and her hips beginning to lift and rock when she spoke again, “Enough, get on the bed.” Marc crawled the rest of the way up onto the bed between Faith’s tied legs, his body bumping her a couple of times sending sharp lances of excitement through her with every contact. He turned and laid on his back, his beautiful cock standing up tall and hard. Aya grunted, “Turn around with your head at the foot of the bed, I want to look the slave in the face as I fuck you.”

  Faith looked down at Marc’ face, his lips looked fuller and swollen, and his cheeks and chin were wet with fluids. Aya moved to straddle his hips and made a deep satisfied sigh as she settled down. Faith watched in fascination as she watched that length of flesh slowly disappear. Just as slowly Aya lifted her body and Faith watched it reappear shining and wet this time and then sink down once more. Faith realized she could smell the sex, rich and musky and she wondered how much of the scent was emanating from between her legs. She could feel the moisture leaking down her t
highs.

  Aya was setting a slow and deliberate pace, her eyes locked on Faith’s face. When she spoke her voice was hoarse and lurched and surged as she fucked herself on the hard cock trapped between her legs. “Marc, I love your cock, it is so long and so hard. I love to fuck myself on you. You have permission to come inside me when I come.”

  Marc’ voice was deep with passion, “And I love to be fucked by you. I live to serve.”

  Gradually the tempo increased and Faith found her rate of breathing somehow matching their pace, her body tensing and jerking almost imperceptivity each time she watched Aya lunge down and impale herself on that wet and slippery pole. Aya’s eyes seemed like dark pools and her lips tensed and pulled back, baring her clenched teeth. It seemed like she was fighting the finish, trying to make it last longer, her brow furrowed with intense concentration. Suddenly she froze for a Microsecond and her eyes widened, an almost surprised expression transforming her features and then her head