Owning Her: Beautiful Domestic Discipline

by Susan Sass

  Aya softly caressed the girl’s cheek, “Your suffering becomes you, my little slave. I can see how much you need, yet your only thought is for me, for me and your Master. You need but you do not expect, you do not demand, you do not feel selfish pride.” Layla trembled under her touch like the fluttering of a frightened bird, her lips parted, her breaths coming in trembling gasps.

  Aya s, “Little slave, do you love me?”

  Layla’s eyes slowly sagged closed and she breathed the words, “Oh so much,” and a sharper shudder shook through her with the admission. Her eyes flashed open and her expression became dismayed, “Oh no, oh god no.” Her voice was strangled and panicked.

  Aya gently hushed her, putting her cool fingers over the girl’s lips. “Hush, little slave, you are so full of passion you cannot contain it any more. You will never be punished for feeling pleasure when you speak of your love for your Master. That is serving us. It is ultimately pleasing to us.”

  Layla swayed and nodded uncertainly, her voice quivering, “I do love you, I really do.”

  “I know. Now I want to speak to you about a way you can serve me. I am planning a diversion, a show for our Master and all our friends here on the island. I want you to be the lead actress in this little drama. You would be used hard, my little slave. You will be tied and tormented and then be forced to serve any and all that wish to use you, in any fashion they choose. You would be expected to endure a great deal of pain and endless pleasure. Would you give that to me, to me and your Master?”

  Layla blinked and shuddered again, her eyes unfocused and dreamy, already imagining. Her voice was weak and breathless, “Oh Mistress, please yes.”

  Aya s and pulled Layla into an embrace, pressing the girls face close against her breast, stroking her back, pressing her lips to the girls fragrant hair. “Little slave, is there anything special you would like to have done to you as part of this drama?”

  Layla sighed and sagged against her Mistress. Her voice was soft and mesmerized, “Will you be there, Mistress?”

  “Of course, my little slave.”

  “Could you… could you whip me first? Hard? I still feel so bad inside for what I did to you. I have asked so many times.” When she felt Aya’s body tense, Layla pulled back and whispered, “Please, Mistress, I know that you said I was being obedient. I know you said it was not me. But I cannot make the feeling go away. I try and I try. Punish me, please. Give me absolution.”

  Aya’s body softened and she sighed, “If you wish it. But there will be no blood, I will not scar you.”

  Layla pressed her lips to Aya’s chest and murmured, “Oh thank you, Mistress. And will Master be there?”

  “Yes, my girl, he will be.”

  “Could he use me first?”

  “I cannot speak for our Master but I will tell him of your wish.” Aya gave Layla a quick kiss a little swat. “Now, girl, I want you to contain your passion a little longer. Take the rest of today off from you duties. I want you to rest, eat and drink plenty fluids but after breakfast tomorrow, do not eat any solids and be at my quarters at noon so that you may be prepared. Tomorrow will be a big day. I know you will give me your all and more.”

  The poster said it all:

  ANNOUNCEMENT

  SPECIAL ENTERTAINMENT

  Audience Participation Performance

  Slave Layla

  Takes on all comers, two at a time

  Anyone and Everyone Encouraged to Participate

  Ten o’clock at the Plaza

  Prizes for best performances

  Winners judged on stamina, enthusiasm, and originality

  The more times you participate, the more opportunities to win

  Participants are encouraged to bring their own props and toys

  Aya attached a signup sheet to the bottom of the poster. It was like a dance card, but Layla would be dancing with multiple partners. There was no limit to how many times someone could sign up. Aya wanted the show to continue for at least three hours, or longer if Layla could manage to stay conscious. Aya knew she did not need to write down what the prizes. That would be up to her Master, typically he chose work release, special privileges, or even special extra play times with preferred activities.

  Chapter 4

  It was strange. To walk into the dining hall as if it had been on ordinary day of exercises and chores instead of witnessing and being a part what had really gone on that morning and afternoon. Faith looked at the people around her, wondering who knew and who’d witnessed their less than utilitarian shower. She felt as though she were standing on two plains of existence. One the mundane and the other, an erotic swirl. Could anyone see it on her face? Did her need show in her eyes?

  As she sat and ate, it seemed as if everything took on new dimensions. The voices around her enveloped her like a satin cloak. The slaves at the table with her and Marc seemed to be strangely more beautiful. Faith found her eyes drinking in the details of each person. The color of their hair, each curve and nuance of their bodies. The lively sparkle of their eyes. Even eating her food was a sensual experience she’d never known before. Every morsel she put into her mouth caressed her tongue with its texture and flavor.

  Her Mind was so completely involved with its new, rich perceptions that she didn’t notice the knowing smiles and furtive glances in her direction. When Marc announced Aya’s invitation for a swimming party, a ripple of happy anticipation ran through the dining hall. There would be more than a few takers.

  “Come on, Slowpoke!”

  In his eagerness to fulfill his Mistress’ wishes and engage in a bit of fun, Marc dragged Faith by the hand in a run, the leash forgotten in his other. They were not the first ones to get there. Already making a huge pile of wood, ready to be lit once the sun set, was Josh. He waved and trotted up to meet the newcomers. He greeted Marc with a fond embrace, kissing him in the customary greeting. Faith couldn’t help but note that Marc’ hand wandered down to Josh’s backside and squeeze the firm, round cheek. She also noted how Josh melted in Marc’ arms and yielded to the firm caress. Marc released his embrace and directed Josh to Faith who was caught up in an enthusiastic hug. With equal sensuality, Josh greeted her, his tongue probing, demanding response and Faith couldn’t help but obey, her entire being centering on her desire.

  A touch on her shoulder, broke the embrace as she turned to only fall into the arms of tiffany, her first real friend on the island. Eagerly, she returned the embrace, pressing her body close, feeling her mentor respond, their kiss was long and loving. Tiffany broke the kiss on the lips first, trailing soft trails with her lips along Faith’s cheeks and shoulders.

  “Hello, Sweetheart.” tiffany whispered as the men joined them in a group embrace. Hands and lips searched out, leaving Faith reeling from every touch and embrace. Her nostrils filled with the mixed aroma of male and female excitement.

  Already, a half dozen others joined the circle of love. Faith felt as though she had been drawn back into a womb of safety and belonging. Her already wet sex drenched itself even more, running down her thighs. All she wanted was to share her love and receive theirs endlessly.

  Ever the leader, Marc stepped back and shed his shorts.

  “Last one in is a rotten guava!” He cried and ran for the water and dove gracefully beneath the surface. Quickly, Josh followed suit.

  Slowly pulling off her tunic, tiffany reached over and detached Faith’s leash.

  “Marc really needs to be more focused,” she gently chided. Turning, she folded her tiny scrap of clothing in a neat pile near one of the many blankets laid out over the white sand giving her a perfect view of her back. Faith grasped in horror as she saw the nurse was striped with a crisscross of red welts and light bruises from her upper back to her knees. Realizing what caused Faith’s shocked reaction, tiffany turned quickly and s, pulling her into a close hug.

  “Don’t be upset, dear one,” tiffany soothed. “Those marks are only a reMinder that I gave great pleasure to the doctor.”

/>   Faith’s eyes bugged open. The doctor seemed like the last person who would dream of abusing anyone. Tiffany laughed sympathetically.

  “You will learn. There is a great deal of pleasure in pain. Like our Master, the doctor, is rather skilled in applying just the right amount of torture to get all the endorphins flowing. It was my privilege to endure his attentions. Tonight, as others touch them, they will be a delicious reminder of our time together,”

  Faith knew everything she’d been bought up to believe that she should be appalled by what appeared to be an obvious display of abuse, but something deep in her core sung out in understanding, yearning to know the experience of receiving a Master’s passion in like manner. Without conscious thought, her hands wandered down tiffany’s naked back to her buttocks, feeling the thin welts under her fingers, causing tiffany to writhe and giggled.

  “Your turn, lovely.” tiffany grabbed the hem of Faith’s shift and pulled it up. She took a few moments to bend down and suckle Faith’s right nipple. She captured it between her teeth and gave it a playful bite before pulling the thin dress over Faith’s head. Faith closed her eyes, allowing herself to receive pleasure from a woman without second thoughts as the feelings in her breasts rushed to her clit and deep into her center, almost causing her knees to buckle.

  “Is this a private party or can anyone join the fun?” Leeane’s velvety alto voice played counterpoint to tiffany’s soprano. She enfolded both women with her arms.

  “No party starts without me.” victor’s arms joined the group hug.

  “Just getting our little one ready for a swim.” tiffany laughed as they were greeted by the newcomers.

  A large beach ball slammed into the group.

  “Hey!” Josh shouted. “Who’s gonna help me beat blossom boy?”

  With a laugh like a bell, tiffany picked up the ball and ran for the lagoon. Faith had little choice but to join in the game. Victor and Leeane had each grabbed a hand and led her in a dead run into the cool water.

  Before she had a chance to think, Faith was thrust into a wild game that was more “keep away” than water polo. Soon she was laughing and shouting with the rest. More than once someone landed on her sending her abruptly under the surface of the water. She came back up sputtering and coughing and setting off to find the offender and attack them. Many times, her small waist was grabbed by one of the men and was sent sailing into the air, landing with a huge splash. By the time she dragged herself up on the beach and collapsed on a blanket to gaze at the crimson setting of the tropical sun, she was breathless, exhausted and to her great surprise, very happy.

  As flames began to dance in the pile of logs, Marc flopped down next to her. Playfully, he pulled a stray stand of hair from Faith’s face and smoothed it back.

  “You have a pretty smile.” Faith could see the fire light reflected in Marc’ eyes, his tanned skin glowed and her smile deepened. “You should use it more often.”

  His mouth covered hers, cutting off any reply. Faith’s arms wrapped themselves around Marc’ neck of their own accord. His tongue sought out the sweetness of her mouth, seeking and demanding a response. As he pulled her in against his chest, Faith closed her eyes as her body arched. She began to tremble, her need growing, yearning for more. The heat between her legs intensified, echoing the flames nearby.

  It was Marc who pushed away first. As Faith reached for him again, he caught her hands and kissed each palm. “Be patient little sister. Your time will come soon.”

  Faith cried out in frustration and rolled on her side, her back toward him and curled into a tiny ball of Misery. She chewed on her lip, blinking away tears as she stared into the fire and pretended not to hear his murmured words of comfort or feel the soft, soothing strokes of his fingers down her spine. Marc knew she was so close. Aya would be pleased when they returned. Still, he couldn’t help but feel great sympathy for her.

  “Why don’t you go take a break, Marc.” Layla’s voice floated on the air from somewhere behind them. “I’ll baby-sit for a while.”

  “Thanks,” Marc replied. Faith couldn’t help but notice the concern in his voice. “But are you sure you should be here?”

  “Couldn’t sleep in an empty dorm.” Layla sat on the blanket with them. “Don’t worry, I’m fine…really I am. We’ve a lot in common at the moment, Faith and I. We’ll be good company for each other.”

  “I don’t know…” Marc hesitated.

  “Oh for crying out loud, Marc, quit being such a martyr!” A bit of the brassiness returned to Layla’s voice and then just as quickly it was gone. “Go on, have some fun already. You’ve been so busy lately, you’ve earned it. Besides, victor has been Missing you.”

  With one last kiss to Faith’s cheek, Marc was off. He wound his way through the couples and small groups and fell into victor’s outstretched arms. They held each other as they lowered themselves into darkness, away from Faith’s line of vision.

  Chapter 5

  Alone with Layla, Faith lay very still, preparing to spring up and run at the first sign of trouble. The last time they were alone together, Layla had taken great delight in finding ways to hurt and humiliate her. Her rough handling and probing in the shower led to Faith’s breakdown and she had seen no real evidence that the girl’s mean streak had dwindled any.

  They stayed that way for a long time, watching the other slaves in the firelight. Faith could hardly stand listening to the moans and screams in the dark as the orgy under the stars reached orgasmic frenzy. She knew Layla was under some sort of restriction too and wondered if she were suffering as much as she.

  “We need to talk,” Layla said softly. Almost grateful for the distraction, Faith turned toward her cautiously.

  “So, talk.”

  Layla turned and looked deep into the flames. Her voice was tense, “I guess I should tell you I am sorry for being mean to you. That is what everyone always used to make me do when I was mean when I was a little girl. Like saying I’m sorry could really fix all the hurts I have done, like saying those words would somehow make me into a nice person.”

  Faith shot a quick look over at the girl, puzzled at the sadness she sensed in the girl’s voice. But she did not speak.

  Layla kept looking deep into the fire, like she did not trust herself to meet Faith’s eyes. Her voice cracked, “I wish I could feel sorry sometimes, just turn it on like that. Mistress Aya can help me get there sometimes, touch the real person inside me, the one that can feel more than just sorry for myself.”

  Faith was shocked to see that the girls face was wet with tears. She thought back to Marc’ gossip about the girl, that she had been some high society bad girl that had been brought here without her consent by her family to avoid embarrassment and perhaps a prison sentence. It was hard to match this hurting person with the cruel tormenter that had hurt and humiliated her in the slave compound.

  Layla took a deep shuddering breath and impatiently wiped the tears from her cheeks. She shot Faith a look, a grim agonized smile twisting her face under eyes filled with agony. Her voice was hoarse but hard, “But I am not a nice person. Nobody really likes me, and now you don’t like me either.”

  For the first time Faith spoke, “Why are you telling me these things?”

  Layla’s eyes slid away and back toward the fire. “I don’t know. I have been doing a lot of thinking lately. Mistress has been talking to me about how selfish I have been. She is right.” Her voice took on an acid edge, “Gabbie is selfish, and has always been selfish. It’s always been what Gabbie wants, what Gabbie needs. All my life it has been all about Gabbie. I had thought that becoming the best slave in the whole island would somehow fix that, but that was selfish too. I was just good so I could get Gabbie more of what she wants. It’s always been about me.” Her voice softened, “Mistress has shown me that. I think for the first time in my life I am really taking a look at myself, seeing myself through her eyes. It kind of hurts.”

  The girl turned to look at Faith, “Do you know that
I was the one that whipped her, whipped our Mistress?”

  Faith nodded mutely.

  “Well until then I thought that somehow it was just a twist of fate that she was the Mistress and I was the slave. Until then I thought I could have been her, been just as strong and wise and cruel. But it kind of did something to me, hurting her like that, it changed me. I know now that my selfishness, my little fits of meanness were nothing but a child’s little tantrums to get her way, to get attention and rewards.” A tiny sob broke from Layla’s lips. “Mistress says that my only reward is my Master’s pleasure, and for so long I did not listen, did not understand, did not care. She says I should stop thinking about rewards, and I want to, oh god I want to…” Then she choked down another sob, hiding her face in her hands.

  Faith was looking at this girl, trying to hang onto her dislike, but there was nothing of the girl she remembered sitting here on the blanket next to her. Tentatively, clumsily she patted the girl on the shoulder, and then scooted closer, slipping her arm around her shoulders. Layla stiffened, and then leaned against her shoulder, and sniffed. “I really am sorry.”