Owning Her: Beautiful Domestic Discipline

by Susan Sass

  “Stand up and let me look at you.” Jimmy’s eyes critically assessed her face. “You are no good to me this morning and don’t worry, it’s not your fault. But I am responsible for you until Aya gets here so I want you to go to the corner and stay there so you’re out of the way.”

  Faith bit her lip and nodded. Obediently, she went to the thin mat placed in a corner of the kitchen and knelt, facing the wall. It was a “time out” place for unruly slaves and the strongest punishment Jimmy ever had to dole out. His leadership skills inspired respect to such a degree, it was almost never used.

  “No, no, no!” Jimmy went over to her and placed his hands on her shoulders turning her to face him. “I thought you understood. Of course you didn’t in your state of Mind. You aren’t being disciplined, you’re to rest here. Good Lord, child, you’ve got such dark circles under your eyes, you look like a raccoon. Now, lay down and try to nap until Aya gets here.”

  Faith nodded and curled on her side, her head cradled in the crook of her arm and closed her eyes. Jimmy stayed there, stroking her hair as he would one of his own children, until her breathing settled into a slow, steady rhythm.

  Much later, Faith was in the Midst of the first truly dreamless sleep she’d had in days and Jimmy was putting the finishing garnishes to some canapés that he’d just pulled from the oven. Aya entered in her usual jumpsuit. She gave Jimmy an inquiring look.

  “Yeah, you did it to me again.” Jimmy grinned and winked at her and playfully slapped at her hand as it snitched one of the fresh, hot treats. “She only lasted about an hour.”

  Aya looked down at the girl curled on the mat, deeply asleep, her face soft and vulnerable. “Pretty useless?”

  Jimmy spoke softly as he worked at large recipe of soft chocolate ganache. “Worse than useless, she is almost dangerous. I have never seen one so distracted, so unable to focus.” He chuckled, “Don’t let her anywhere anything breakable, she will probably drop it.” Then he added, “Or near anything sharp or hot or mechanical or…”

  Aya grunted and held up her hand, “Okay, okay, I get it. How long has she been sleeping?”

  “Like a baby, almost three hours.”

  “Well thank you for babysitting.”

  “No problem.” Jimmy paused, “You know there is something special about this one. I like her very much.”

  Aya looked at him sharply, “Special? Perhaps…”

  Jimmy met Aya’s eyes, his soft and caring, “Special, most assuredly, there is a depth of spirit in this one. She is an old soul. She cares very deeply about everything she does, everyone around her. She is always watching, thinking.” Then the old cook paused, “She has that very rare combination of awareness, strength and sensitivity, very much like you, my old friend.”

  Aya blinked and her eyes slid from his. Her first impulse was to grunt in denial of his words, always ready to push away compliments, but she just turned away and nudged the girl with the toe of her sandal, “Time to wake up, sleeping beauty.”

  Faith jumped at the touch and her Mistress’s voice, scrambling sleepily to her knees, her face soft and foggy with sleep. She could not suppress the yawn that shook her and made her stretch. Aya spoke, her voice neutral and cool, “It seems you have had a less than productive morning, girl.”

  Faith cringed and stammered, “I am sorry, Mistress, I didn’t mean to.”

  Aya turned on her heel, “Well we will have to remedy that won’t we. Come along.” She did not even look back as she left the kitchen, but she did give Jimmy a wink and snatched one more of the canapés as she walked out.

  Chapter 10

  Aya walked quickly across the compound and into her quarters. As she crossed the threshold she realized that she had not been back there since she had been whipped, a prickle of goose bumps rose up across her shoulders and traced their way down her back, a ghost of a memory making her tense and fight the urge to shiver. The rooms were spotless and in perfect order. Aya turned and looked at Faith, the girl was standing in the doorway, unsure if she should enter and what lay within. Aya snapped her fingers and pointed at the floor by the computer. Faith moved quickly and knelt.

  Aya sat down and turned on the computer, letting the various images from the security cameras scroll through, her eyes on the screen. “So, little slave, tell me about your errors of this morning.”

  Deliberately Aya did not look at the girl as her timid voice began to recite a list of burnt food, broken eggs, and shattered dishes. Aya found herself working to keep her lips from twitching with humor. She had to swallow to keep the laughter out of her voice, “Little slave, where was your Mind at.”

  “I…I don’t know.”

  Aya deliberately kept her voice cool, “Really, you don’t know? Or perhaps you won’t tell?”

  The fear was naked in the girl’s voice, “No, Mistress, please, it is true. I was trying to do good. It really was an accident. I was trying…”

  Aya interrupted, “Of course you were trying. Of course it is true that it was an accident. But it is also true that you know where your Mind was at.” She turned in her chair and lifted Faith’s chin, staring into her eyes, “Do not hide this from me.”

  Faith chewed on her lip, blinking nervously, and then stammered, “I… I guess I was thinking about yesterday. What you said, um… what you… um did. I… I couldn’t get it out… out… of my head. And what you… you… said that slavery and love being the same thing. I keep thinking that can’t be true.”

  Aya s softly, “For you, little slave, for you it is.”

  Faith frowned and her face contorted like she was trying to digest this statement, like it was a huge painful thing stuck inside her heart. Her eyes were huge and mesmerized, “Why?”

  Aya had to bite her lip to suppress her smile of triumph. With that small word the girl had revealed her heart; Faith clearly accepted the truth about her nature, her fate. “Little slave, that is the mystery of the universe, how come we are the way we are. What is it that makes me be Aya, and make you be you? I cannot answer that question. I can only accept the truth.”

  Faith did not speak, she just continued to frown like she was trying really hard to understand something that was just beyond her reach. Aya stood abruptly and snapped her fingers, “Come with me, little slave, we don’t have much time before Layla gets here.”

  The girl rose slowly up, moving like a sleep walker as she continued to struggle with the feelings and thoughts that swirled through her Mind. Impatiently Aya reached down and grabbed the girl’s wrist and drug her into the bedroom side. Faith did not resist, and seemed almost unaware of her Mistress’s hands pushing her to stand facing the wooden room separator that divided the rooms. Only when Aya began to tie her wrists did the girl blink and focus. “What?”

  Aya snapped, “Enough talk. We only have a short time to do this.”

  Faith pulled experimentally against the ropes, trying to turn and see what her Mistress was doing, “Do what?” And then she squalled in surprise as Aya lifted the hem of her shift and the cane came down across her ass. “Oh!”

  Carefully moderating her blows for a beginner, Aya struck again, exactly a half inch below the first stripe and growled, “Slave, you have been distracted, you have been thinking too much, you have even been forgetting to call me Mistress.” As Faith convulsed and shrieked, she brought the cane down again, drawing another perfect parallel. “You speak without thinking.”

  The fourth blow was slightly off because Faith was twisting and screaming, “Oh god, please, stop. I am sorry, sorry. Please, Mistress, I forgot.”

  Aya stopped and held the cane, watching the girl fighting the ropes. When Faith stopped her struggles and stood Shivering and sobbing, Aya ran her cool fingers over the girl’s quivering flanks. “That was four. It took you four to remember to call me Mistress.” Leaning close, Aya whispered into the sobbing girl’s ear, “Little slave, I am going to strike you four more times. You will do well to be very still, or we will repeat the four until you can be sti
ll.”

  Faith wailed, “Why? Why four more?” But she held her body still, clenching her hands and her eyes.

  Aya struck again, Faith jerked and the held her body tense, shaking with tight yelping sobs, “Because you are a slave,” and again, “Because I am your Mistress,” and again, “Because I can,” and again, “And last because you forgot to say Mistress one more time and I am tired of having to remind you.” The last blow was much harder and Faith shrieked and began to cry hysterically, squirming, and dancing in pain. Faith was twisting around eying the hand holding the cane in pure primitive terror. Aya carefully put down the cane on the foot of the bed and came back and untied Faith’s wrists. Pulling the girl into her arms, Aya was pleased to find Faith clinging to her, her body soft and trembling, molding boneless against her own.

  Faith pressed her face against Aya’s shoulder, her sobs turning soft and cathartic. When they calmed, she sniffed noisily and swallowed, her voice raw, “Mistress, I am sorry.”

  Aya gently stroked her hair and then her back. “Little slave, that was a simple lesson. Most importantly, it was a lesson of the vulnerability of a slave’s existence. There will be times of punishments, but there will also be times when your Masters will inflict pain upon your body for no reason other than they find it entertaining to cause you that pain.” Faith’s body quivered under Aya’s touch, and Aya’s hand slid lower, working its way under the girl’s loose shift, slowly sensually caressing the welts. When she reached lower, Aya was again pleased when Faith shifted and automatically spread her feet to give her easier access. The girl’s cunt was swollen, dripping wet, and her breathing caught and a soft moan rose up at the slightest touch.

  Aya’s voice was deep and compelling, “Little slave, you are so sweetly responsive. Your lovely slave body begs for more.”

  Faith’s voice was soft, pleading, “Mistress, oh god Mistress, please...” and then she hesitated.

  Aya pressed her fingers against the girl’s cunt, cupping, holding it, “Please what?”

  Faith drew in a shuddering breath to say the words when there was a brisk knock on the cabin’s door. Aya chuckled and pushed the girl away and gave her a brisk swat on her stinging backside. “Oh dear, where has the time gone? We will have to continue this conversation later.”

  Chapter 11

  Faith flinched and inhaled sharply at the swat and stood trembling, looking beseechingly at Aya. Her eyes were so agonized and confused that Aya could not help but gently stroke her face, “Little slave, do not despair. You have not displeased me greatly. This was just one more lesson, one among many. Come, we cannot keep your sister slave waiting.

  But it was not Layla at the door, it was Ramona with her portable massage table and standing behind her was tiffany with a bag of purging equipment. Aya looked at her watch and frowned, “You are right on time, but where is Layla?”

  Ramona looked at tiffany and shrugged, “Mistress, we could not find her. We thought she must be here with you.”

  Aya’s frown deepened. “Has anyone seen her this morning?”

  Both slaves shook their heads and tiffany spoke up, “Mistress, I was busy at the clinic and Ramona just came from giving the Doctor an adjustment.” Ramona had been a chiropractor and massage therapist before coming to the island a contract slave. “I could go look for her if you wish it.”

  Aya shook her head, “No, I will look for her. You girls go in and set up. Faith is here to help you.” Then she strode past the two women toward the guard offices.

  She could see that Layla had been written in as being exempt from duties all day today. Again Aya scanned the security cams and chewed her lip as everything seemed in place. Then she looked at the security cams again and looked at the work assignment board. Overseer James had been assigned to supervise a group of workers in the orchards, but only the guard there was one of the newest trainees, one that had not been cleared to work alone. Overseer James was nowhere to be seen.

  Aya’s lips tightened. She had spoken to JD about her concerns with overseer James and forgotten it. She had assumed that it had been taken care of and had put it out of her Mind. JD’s hold on the free workers on the island was as varied as it was insidious. There wasn’t a single one that he did not have some kind of hold on. Evidence of a crime, a debt to a deadly crime syndicate, or something that only JD knew of that dictated absolute loyalty. Aya had only one time before felt this level of distrust for an overseer. That man had a pathological hate of women and it showed in how he treated the female slaves. That had been several years before and that person had discretely disappeared off the island. Aya had never asked JD what had happened to him. If it had been up to her, she would have fed him to the sharks, and she did not expect anything less from her Master.

  When she had called the guard trainee he had been evasive, saying the Overseer James had called him, saying he was sick and that for them to go ahead without him and he would catch up later. Aya called Wilson, the huge black man that she had so viciously beaten and sent him to be with the orchards group, not happy having a green guard out there with a group of slave workers. Then she headed towards Overseer James’ quarters. He had a small house outside the slave compound.

  Aya was about to knock sharply on the door when she heard the voices. Layla was pleading, her voice hoarse and panicked, begging to be set free. “Please, Master, she said I had to rest, she said I had to come to her quarters.”

  James’ voice was muffled and Aya could not quite discern his words, but his tone was mocking, and then there was the distinct sound of a blow and a strangled scream from the girl. Aya reached down to open the door and found the knob locked. Rage rose up in her and she kicked the door hard, breaking the frame and knocking it wide open.

  Layla hung nude from chains in the front room, her face covered in tears. Overseer James was standing near her, his face blank with shock. Then he backed up quickly, his hands up speaking fast. “Mistress, this slave girl was defiant and disobedient. She went up to the beach party last night, deliberately engaging in restricted activities. When I questioned her she lied and then tried to run away from me. When I caught her she did this.” He held out his arm showing several deep scratches. “I was just punishing her before bringing her to you for your judgment.”

  Layla wailed and shook her head, “No, that’s not true. I didn’t do anything.”

  James snarled and held out his arm, “Then what is this?”

  Aya barked, “Silence.” Then she pointed at the girl, “Free her, now.” Her voice was low and quivering. As soon as James had unlocked the manacles holding the girl, Layla scampered to hide behind Aya, rubbing tenderly at the bruises around her wrists where she had fought to be free. Aya hissed at the slave girl, “You are late. Go to my quarters this instant.” Layla whimpered and bolted out of the house.

  Aya stood glaring at Overseer James as the two stood facing each other. “You were punishing her?”

  James’ eyes narrowed, “Yes, I caught her sneaking back alone from the beach. I knew that a group had gone up to have a fuck fest. The whore couldn’t stay away.”

  Aya fought the impulse to strike him. Flexing her fingers, she spoke with a low angry voice. “Stay here. If I see you even step outside, I will personally take you apart with my bare hands.” Then she stepped outside and called JD. Her voice was icily controlled as she spoke of what she had found. It was not many Minutes before he was there, with a trusted bodyguard in tow. Aya’s voice quivered with rage, “I need to go check on Layla.”

  JD nodded and then stopped her, his hand firm on her arm, his eyes looking deep into hers. His voice was sharp, “You okay?”

  For just an instant Aya let herself sag under his grip, “Just angry.”

  JD shook his head, “This is my fault. I should have dealt with this sooner.” He gave her arm a firm squeeze, “But I am going to deal with it now. Go check on the girl. If we need to, we can cancel the thing tonight.” His eyes were flint hard, and a muscle flexed in his cheek.

>   Aya found Layla curled up in tiffany’s arms sobbing hysterically. When Aya walked in Layla ripped herself away and threw herself at Aya’s feet, babbling, “I tried to tell him that I couldn’t. But he wouldn’t listen. Then he said he wasn’t going to share me with anyone ever again. He said he was going to take me away. I tried to run away. I fought him. Then he was so angry. I thought he was going to kill me. Oh Mistress…”

  Aya knelt down and covered Layla’s mouth with her fingers, gently hushing her. “Shhh, calm down. Now on your knees and take a breath.” Layla instantly got to her knees, and inhaled a long shuddering breath. Aya looked at tiffany, “Is she injured?”

  Tiffany shrugged, “A few Minor bruises, mostly on her wrists. I haven’t had a chance to examine her closely but mostly she is tired and scared,” tiffany paused, and then spoke in her calm nurse’s voice, “Mistress, what she fears most is your anger. If she knew you believed her than she would probably be just fine.”

  Aya pursed her lips and turned on her heel. Her voice was cool, “Okay girl, I am listening. Tell me everything that happened.”