Owning Her: Beautiful Domestic Discipline

by Susan Sass

  Only then did the sobs break through, and only then did Aya touch her, pulling the sobbing girl into her lap, rocking and crooning. Faith melted against Aya. Her arms clutched at her, surrendering to the paroxysm of tears, letting the last of her carefully cultivated resistance flow from her, emptying her, draining her. When the sobs slowly calmed to soft shuddering sighs, Aya lifted Faith’s face to hers, kissing her softly, almost reverently, then she whispered softly, her lips still against Faith’s breathing the words into her mouth, “Welcome home, little slave.” And Faith’s body sagged in surrender.

  Aya gently pushed the girl off her lap, and stood, “Come, little slave, come to bed.” Faith stripped off her shift and climbed up onto the foot of Aya’s bed, arranging herself to be chained there once again like she had been so many nights before. It had taken many nights to get used to sleeping there, so close to her Mistress. Over and over throughout the night, Aya’s foot would touch her, wake her, reminding her of her position. As Aya fastened the cuffs and chains to Faith, she spoke softly, “Little slave, I was thinking of beginning a new stage of your training but it has gotten late, and now you have exhausted yourself with these questions about love.”

  After Faith was secured, her hands chained close to the collar around her neck and a leash fastened short to the foot of the bed, Aya leaned down and kissed her again, this time her lips hungry, demanding, stirring the swirling passion that lurked just below the surface of Faith’s consciousness. Unable to escape and not sure if she wanted to, Faith lay passive under her Mistress’s hungry mouth, her eyes closed and her breath coming in soft trembling gasps. Only when her body betrayed her, straining toward Aya, wordlessly begging for more, for anything, did Aya release her, murmuring in a dark lust filled voice, “Perhaps I will wake you later when you have rested.”

  Chapter 8

  True to her word Aya woke in the early hours of the morning, the house silent and still, sunrise still hours away. She s languorously and reached down with a foot, touching the warm soft skin of the sleeping slave. Curiously she explored with her toes, the girl was on her side, facing away. Slowly sensually Aya let her toes slide down the bumps of the girl’s spine to the valley between the round globes of her ass, feeling the heat and humidity of the sex so carefully guarded between tightly closed thighs. Faith’s regular breaths hesitated and Aya felt her body tense, “I see I have woken you, little slave.” Aya stretched and reached up and turned on a small lamp beside her bed. “Perhaps now would be a good time to learn a new lesson, now in the very beginning of a new day.”

  Climbing from the bed she wandered into the bathroom and continued to speak as she peed, “And it is a new day, little slave. I could not help but sense a fork in your path and we both know which path you are on. You may still try to deny it to yourself, but you know it is there.” She unchained Faith’s collar but left her hands still attached to her collar, “Come, little slave, come let me help you to the toilet.” Faith looked up at Aya, her eyes sleepy and confused, as she peed. Aya stood her up and carefully, gently washed the girl’s crotch with a warm wet wash cloth. Faith trembled and shivered as the rough texture of the terry cloth rubbed back and forth over her clitoris. Aya s, her eyes sharp and assessing, “You like that don’t you?”

  Faith blushed and looked away, unable to say the words.

  Aya stood her up and slowly brushed out the tangles from Faith’s hair and pulled her locks into a ponytail. Once her hair was up, Aya kissed her neck and whispered, “Can’t have your pretty hair getting in your eyes.”

  Faith shivered under her hands, finally unable to contain her fear and curiosity, her voice was strangled, “Mistress, what are you going to do to me?”

  Aya hushed her, “Little slave, this is not a time for questions.”

  Aya led her back into the bedroom and without words pushed Faith backwards onto the bed, her face inches from Faith’s her black eyes boring into the girls frightened blue orbs. “Little slave this is a lesson of monkey feel, monkey do. I will speak to you and you will listen. I will do things to your body and then you will be expected to do those same things back to me. I expect you to be completely cooperative with me; you will submit to my touch, you will pay very close attention to the sensations. Then you will do your utmost to reproduce those same sensations in my body. Not once will you balk, refuse, fight me, pull away, push me away,” Aya’s voice hardened, “Do not disobey me even once or your lessons will be lessons of pain.” Her voice softened, “And do not once beg me to stop or relent. You may moan; you may even beg me for more, but do not once ask me to stop.” Again Aya’s voice took on the sharp commanding tone, “Do you understand, little slave?”

  Faith gazed into those dark compelling eyes, and nodded, mute. Aya s in satisfaction, and breathed, “Good, let’s get warmed up a little.” Unfastening Faith’s hands and clasping them in her own she pressed the girls hands to the bed on either side of her head. Aya leaned down and took Faith’s mouth in hers, kissing softly, deeply, her lean golden body pressed against Faith’s softer more lush curves.

  At first Faith’s fear kept her tense and wooden, but eventually she felt herself soften, her heart starting to race, her breath coming again in short trembling gasps. Aya’s leg was pressed between her own pressing down rhythmically down on her mound, her firm golden breasts rubbing sensually against her hard and throbbing nipples. Faith told herself that she could not resist this, that is was not really her choice as she began to sink beneath the waves of sensation. Aya continued her assault on the girl’s senses until she felt Faith’s fingers clasp her own, the body pinned beneath her own, arch and press against her, a soft tremulous moan rising up.

  Lifting her lips from Faith’s, Aya looked down at the trembling swollen lips, the sweet breath puffing in and out, the large blue eyes half closed, the lids fluttering. She breathed the words almost inaudibly, “Good girl, so sweet, so responsive. You are ready to learn now.”

  Slowly she released the girl’s hands, whispering, “Keep your hands here, little slave. Hold them still and relax your body. Listen to my words, feel the feelings, and pay very, very close attention.” Slowly she began to ease her body down. As she slowly parted the girl’s legs, Faith tensed and fought her for the briefest of moments, and Aya spoke softly, firmly, “Remember, little slave, do not resist me. There is nothing you can do but surrender, surrender and learn.” Her voice was low, hypnotic and gradually, reluctantly Faith’s thighs relaxed and spread open. “Good girl, such a good girl.”

  Aya did not want to have to tie the girl. She wanted her to be free when she surrendered this thing. Faith lay frozen, still under her eyes, the girl’s eyes clenched closed; her lips pressed together, only her erratic breathing betraying her excitement. Slowly she bent down and gently rubbed her cheek against the soft curls that covered Faith’s sex, savoring the scent of her excitement. “Pay attention, little slave, listen to my words, feel the feelings. First you should only gaze upon the gates of your devotion, worship it with your eyes.” Aya leaned down and inhaled deeply, “Breathe in its fragrance.” Her long fingers gently spread the swollen lips, exposing the shining wet folds. Faith jumped and shuddered at the touch but then was still again. “Good girl, then once you are ready, open the gates, spread the curtains and once again gaze upon this thing of beauty, this very center of pleasure. Think to yourself how you have this power in your heart, your hands, your lips and tongue. It is the power of giving to another person the ultimate gift of pleasure.” Right before Aya lowered her head to gently kiss, she spoke one last time, “Little slave, you speak of love, you speak of its mystery. Being able to truly do this, revel in giving pleasure, completely focusing on the pleasure of another, giving this is a step on the pathway to answering your questions.”

  Slowly sensually Aya began to kiss the tender inner skin of Faith’s thighs, never once touching the shining wet inner folds, yet her fingers held the girl spread open, almost stretching the skin, pressing down a little. Faith surged under her ha
nds, her hips lifting on their own accord at the rush of sensation. Aya took her time, lifting Faith’s knees she tenderly ran her tongue along the sensitive crease where the thigh met the swell of buttock, then returning to those sweet tensely trembling thighs. Slowly sensually Aya began to massage the outer thicker folds of Faith’s labia as she pulled them apart.

  Faith was panting and shaking like a leaf when Aya raised her face and looked up at the girls face. Faith had her lip clenched between her teeth and her hands were clenching and unclenching. Aya spoke softly, her voice deep and throaty, “Your turn.” Faith’s eyes flashed open and a look of pure terror came over her face. Aya chuckled, “You didn’t forget this is monkey feel, monkey do?” Aya scooted to lean against the head of the bed so she could watch carefully and pulled Faith to lay between her legs, “Come, little slave, monkey do.”

  Faith stared at the folds of Aya’s cunt like a mouse caught in the gaze of a snake. Aya spoke softly her voice light and praising, “Good, little slave, you remembered perfectly, worship it with your eyes.” Faith looked up at Aya’s face, her lips trembling. Aya spoke softly, “Next, little slave, do you remember what is next?”

  Faith lay there struggling to think, the echoes of the sensation of Aya’s lips and tongue on her, massaging, soothing, inflaming had fogged her Mind and now she was supposed to do something, do the same things. Internally she was struggling; accepting touch was one thing, even surrendering to sensation, to lust, was one thing. But to give back, actively participate, was a huge hurdle. Yet her Mistress’s eyes were there, staring down at her, waiting, expecting, demanding. Hesitantly she reached out and barely touched this thing before her with her fingertips.

  Aya felt a rush of triumph at this tiniest of gestures, her cunt clenched and throbbed. Her voice was dark with excitement, “Yesssss, yes, little slave, part the curtain. Gaze upon the hidden beauty, breath in its magic,” and was once more rewarded with halting timid obedience. Step by step she guided the novice through each step, always praising, breathing out her appreciation, telling Faith how good it felt, how much she liked the sensation of her touch, her kisses. It was wildly exciting to feel the girl’s surrender at each step and Aya had to fight the impulse to grab the girl’s face and grind it into her flesh. Gritting her teeth, she stroked Faith’s hair. “Very good, little slave, you are learning your lesson very well. But now let’s expand on your knowledge.” Pushing the girl away and over onto her back, she felt another rush of power as Faith’s hands fell passively beside her head, her legs automatically opened, and the girl tipped her pelvis up, offering herself willingly.

  Again she praised her, “Yes, good, give yourself to me.” Spreading open Faith’s folds she was pleased to see them just as wet and swollen as before. Clearly reciprocating had not extinguished any of the flames burning within the girl. “So sweetly aroused, I cannot wait to taste your nectar. Feel how light my first touches upon you are, almost too light to feel, a butterfly’s kiss.” Lightly delicately she fluttered the tip of her tongue around the very center, flirting close to but not touching the swollen clitoris that stood up, begging for attention. Each touch set of a tremor in the girl’s body. Deliberately she stretched out this time, this suspense of waiting, wanting more. Then she lifted her face, and murmured, “Look at me girl, look into my eyes.”

  Faith lifted her head and blinked, peering down, literally panting between open lips. Aya slowly sensually licked her lips and swallowed, “You taste wonderful. Next your tongue should be firmer, licking, almost like a mother cat washes the fur of its kittens, lick at the folds, everywhere but on the very center.” Aya leaned down and demonstrated. “Next, kiss, deep sucking kisses that pull the soft delicious flesh into your mouth,” and again she demonstrated. A wild exultant rush made her heart race as she wrung the first pleading whimper of pleasure from the girl. With that softest of cries, she could not help but gently lick once, only once across the hard nub that stood above the folds. Again she was rewarded with a soft bird’s cry of pleasure, and she was surprised by the briefest of touches on her head. Looking up she growled, “Don’t touch me, girl.” But she was not surprised, Faith was twisting and panting, tears running down her temples, her hands back obediently pinned to the bed by her head, opening and shutting frantically like trapped birds fluttering to escape. Clearly the girl was reaching her limit. Aya’s voice was throaty, “Your turn, girl”

  A convulsion of protest shook through the girl, and a tiny wail of despair. “Oh god, please.”

  Aya chuckled as she arranged Faith back between her legs, “Please what, little slave? What is it you wish to beg for, from your Mistress?” But Faith was wordless. She almost attacked Aya’s cunt, her mouth and lips hungry, hurried, clumsy. Aya pushed her away, holding her back by her hair, cautioning her, “Little slave, remember your lessons, first light, remember a butterfly’s kiss.”

  For a brief second Faith fought to return but then calmed and took a long shuddering breath, and groaned out, “Yes, Mistress, butterfly.”

  As she bent down her breath was shuddering and hot against Aya’s flesh, but she forced herself to slow, to touch lightly. Aya breathed, “Yes like that, good girl, remember I am not at the same place of desperation that you are in. Always gauge and listen to where the one you are giving pleasure to is. Now be the mother cat, cleaning its kitten’s fur.” Aya purred as she guided the girl through this, guiding her head, stroking her cheeks. “Now give me the kisses, slow soft sucking kisses, like pulling the sweet flesh of a ripe peach into your mouth.” Aya could feel the heat building inside her, the glazed lust filled eyes of the girl meeting hers with each murmured word of praise.

  Aya spoke softly, “Good, little slave, very good. Now give me one of those long soft sucking kisses here.” And her hands guided the girl’s mouth to her very center, sighing a deep long sigh as Faith sucked softly on the very pearl of her center. “Yes, good, like that, again.” With the second time Aya let her orgasm flow through her, soft relaxing, and oh so sweet. Gently she pulled Faith away and brought the girls moist and fragrant lips to her own, kissing her again softly deeply, sharing the flavors in their mouths. “That was very good, my little slave. Now is there something you wished to beg of me?”

  Faith was trembling in Aya’s arms, her eyes glazed and her lips puffing with pent up excitement. She blinked and whimpered but mutely shook her head, not yet able to ask for her own pleasure; her own fears still a barrier to her surrender. Aya gently kissed her again, “Little slave, you will find your way. It is just one more step along the path. Remember each step is just a small thing. But this is one you must take on your own. You must ask for it, beg for it, and only from me or our Master.” Aya gave the girl one last kiss, “Little slave, you have pleased me and look the sun is rising. I have a very busy day before me. Report to the kitchens and help the cook, he will be busy with the refreshments for tonight’s little diversion. He will keep you busy. I will fetch you at noon to come help prepare Layla for her performance.”

  Chapter 9

  “Faith! What the hell are you doing?” Jimmy’s voice broke through as the stench of scorched sugar and eggs made Faith look down at the ruined base of Crème Brule she was supposed to be stirring. Quickly, she pulled it from the fire and took it over to the sink.

  “I’m so sorry,” Faith pleaded.

  “Oh, quit looking like a scared rabbit,” Jimmy said in exasperation. “Accidents happen. But I need you in the here and now, not a Million Miles away.”

  It was true, Faith’s thoughts weren’t on food preparation. They were at the lagoon by the fire, they were across Marc’ lap, they were between her Mistress’ legs drinking in her rich nectar, they were dancing around her own deep need she was terrified to express.

  “I’ll try harder, I’m sorry,” Faith promised as she rushed to grab the bowl of eggs and start the pudding over, promptly knocking the entire bowl over and onto the floor.

  “Garr!” Jimmy roared. He knew the symptoms all too well. She was ve
ry close to making the complete transition to full slave. Once that occurred, he would have another efficient hard worker who was a joy to have around. Until then, in this stage of the game, she would be a royal pain in his ass. He took a deep, patient breath and spoke calmly. “Just clean that up and forget about trying to cook today, Faith. I want you to help put the breakfast dishes away instead.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Faith began mopping up the slippery goo of a dozen shattered eggs off of the floor. Even though she tried very hard to keep her mind on the task, she started thinking about how the clear whites of a raw egg looked so much like the glistening moisture she’d drawn from her mistress.

  Crash, the mop handle knocked over a large stack of plates sitting on the counter behind Faith waiting to be put back on their shelves. Horrified, she dropped to her knees and began to pick up the shards with shaking hands.

  “Stop! Don’t move! The way you‘re acting, you‘ll cut yourself to ribbons.” Jimmy commanded. Faith froze, her lip trembling and tears that came all too easily lately spilled from her eyes. “Let Lydia take care of that.” He added in a kind tone, “Come here child.”

  Faith stumbled to him and knelt at his feet, waiting to be punished for her stupidity.