Owning Her: Beautiful Domestic Discipline

by Susan Sass

  Marc bowed low to the audience and then to the dais where JD and Aya sat holding Faith across their laps. “Gentlemen, fellow slaves, Master and Mistress, I am here to demonstrate the sensual art of horticultural discipline. It is no small feat the restrain a lovely flower, to bend it to your will, to take a closed and secretive bud and nurture it, encourage it and tease it to open for you. Behold!” Victor handed Marc two handfuls of long stemmed roses, the scarlet petals glowing red as blood. Advancing to the seat, Marc selected a single rose and dropping to one knee, presented it to Aya. “Mistress, in obedience to your instructions you will see I have laboriously stripped all the thorns from these lovelies.” Marc’ eyes sparkled, “And, my thorny queen, I must confess that I could not help but think of you as I pulled each and every one of the claws from these flawless blooms, despairing thoughts as I stole from them their true nature, the nature and devastating beauty that makes all of us love them all the more .”

  As Marc waxed rhapsodic, Faith felt Aya’s legs tensing underneath her and could feel the hands resting on her thighs tighten, Aya’s sharp nails starting to dig into her skin. It seemed like each reference to thorns or claws made the fingernails bite deeper. Faith winced and fought to remain still. She was acutely aware that all eyes were on Marc but Marc spun around and moved to stand before Layla. Slowly, sensually he began to draw the blossoms over her skin, stroking down the length of her naked skin. Victor stood behind Layla and gripping his own bundles of roses, Mimicked Marc’ every move. Layla rippled under the soft cool caress of the rose blossoms, her eyes opened wide, a curious smile lighting up her face. Over and over the roses tickled, teased and caressed her arms, her face, her breasts, back and belly.

  Faith watched Layla tense and almost raise up, thrusting her cunt out toward the sensations, and then flinched and sighed as Aya began to stroke her own bare skin with the rose in her hand. Goose bumps rose up and chased up her across her flesh, forcing her to tense and shiver. As her bells began to sing and speak of her growing excitement, Faith heard her Master chuckle and then his hands once again began their familiar exploration, teasing and tugging at her nipples. As the waves of sensations began to fog her Mind, Faith’s eyes began to sag shut, her awareness retreating. Faith had a fleeting last thought, that it was easier to not think, to just feel. It was the thinking that brought the doubts, the fear, and then sadness. She was tired of being afraid, tired of being sad.

  Sometimes as the sounds from the show would change or a particularly sharp sensation would disturb her inward journey, Faith’s eyes would blink and the scene before her would imprint on her retinas. Almost like the earlier strobe lights, it seemed almost like a series of still images. Marc his arm pulled back, his body tensed as he prepared to bring the bouquet of roses down to strike upon Layla’s eagerly arching form. The explosion of rose petals, drops of scarlet frozen in Mid air. More petals adhering to Layla’s skin, illusions of droplets of gore, fooling the eye but not the Mind. Layla’s face, a mask of yearning, her eyes half closed, her mouth open, pleading for more.

  Each image only seemed to spark a fresh wave of excitement coursing through Faith’s body and her eyes would drift closed again. A kaleidoscope of feelings swirled through her, the rose in her Mistress’s hand stroking and flicking at her skin, warm hands touching, stroking, teasing. The contact of hot skin against her own, the smells and sounds of breathing, her own soft fluttering breath, filled her ears, nose and Mind. When her Master’s fingers touched her face, stroked her lips she Mindlessly, eagerly opened her mouth, kissing, licking and finally sucking as he pressed his finger tips between her lips. Faith could taste the salt of her own sweat and the rich flavor of her own fluids that still clung to his skin. A soft groan seemed to rise up of its own volition as her mouth flooded with saliva and she felt a matching tide of moisture spill out and down the crack of her ass.

  Faith blinked and the image of Marc and victor, the flowers forgotten, crowding close to Layla, fore and aft, their bodies surging in unison seared into her brain. Her whole body arched, pressing against the hands and she felt her Master’s arms tighten around her, holding her close, holding her down. When she felt a touch at her aching, throbbing cunt, a soft happy cry broke from her lips and she spread her legs eagerly. Faith did not know who touched her, she did not care, all she knew is she wanted it. All ability to think, to judge, to even know exactly where she was or even who she was, was rapidly draining away with every wave of ascending passion. Her body was straining, writhing, soft cries of need ringing in her ears, eclipsing the ringing of the bells.

  The hands on her body were lifting her, turning her, but Faith was hardly aware. Her eyes blinked again and instead of the plaza she saw her Master. He was before her, his cock close to her face, hard and erect. Aya’s voice was filling her ears, “Little slave, open your mouth, receive him.” A random splinter of fear shot through her and Faith clenched her eyes shut, retreating back into the sensations, hiding from the thought. Hot fingers were on her face, spreading her lips and passively her jaws parted. As she felt the cock slide into her mouth, Aya murmured into her ear, “Good, so good.” Faith could feel her Mistress’s body pressed against her back, kneeling close behind her, once more trapping and sheltering her.

  Fingers stroked her face, her throat, massaging and echoing the touches that continued in the folds of her lower lips. A deep compelling scent and flavor filled her head. It was strong, intoxicating and seemed to push her higher. With a soft groan of surprise, wanting more, Faith lunged forward and tried to envelope the thing in her mouth, to take it all, only to gag and jerk away, but unable to bear the separation she pressed back and choked again. The hands on her face steadied her, holding her back from her spastic frenzy, slowing her, guiding her. For a brief instant her eyes blinked and she looked up and met his eyes, and a wave of calm shot through her. Slowing, relaxing, letting the safety of his regard and touch guide her she let her eyes slide shut once more.

  Faith thrust against the fingers that rhythmically rubbed against her throbbing clit, her hands found his hips to steady herself, and she sensually slid her mouth along the shaft in the same primal rhythm of her surging hips. As she approached her peak, her body began to struggle again, trying to speed up, and to her rapture the hands on her body moved with her, not only allowing her, encouraging her. Again her Mistress’s voice filled her ears, “Yes, little slave, yes, good.” And with those words, that approval, her body exploded. No longer aware of anything other than the all encompassing waves of pleasure that lifted and shook her, Faith did not even hear her muffled choking cries. Her owner’s hands on her body did not relent, her Master held her head in vice like hands, his own rhythms matching hers. Her Mistress’s fingers working their magic on her body, demanded more, pushed her higher, forcing her hips and belly to convulse over and over. Her Master’s hands tensed, he pushed deep, and as his essence filled her mouth, Faith did not need her Mistress’s voice to prompt her to swallow. Without thought, Faith eagerly sucked and swallowed, this new taste just one more thing to revel in.

  As Faith slowly became aware of her surroundings, both her Master and Mistress’s voices blended in her ears. Soft words of praise slowly registered, “Good girl, very good,” and once more strong, safe arms pulled her to cuddle in the warm safety of a lap. There was an explosion of applause and for the briefest of instants Faith thought perhaps that the ovation was for her, but as she blinked she saw Marc, victor and Layla bowing before the crowd.

  Chapter 21

  After that Faith lost track of the passage of time, the night became a symphony of sensation and images. She lost count of how many different people made use of Layla, or how many times she sank beneath the sea of sensations as she surrendered over and over again to her Master’s demands. Eventually she found herself slipping in and out of sleep, her body and Mind exhausted from the overly long day. She could hardly remember the morning. She only woke up briefly as her Master lifted her in his arms and carried her to the golf cart.
Reluctant to wake fully she wrapped her arms around his neck and burrowed her face into his chest. She did not look up as the cart hummed its way up to the big house, just snuggled up under his arm.

  JD’s voice was amused, “Come on, little slave, I am not going to carry you. You are not so sound asleep you can’t walk.” Faith made a little protesting whine but stood up on swaying trembling legs, yawning and rubbing her eyes. She tended to stumble and bump into things but with her Master’s hands guiding her she allowed herself to be steered up to a large room, one she had not been in before. A tiny quiver of nervousness shook through her but there was no resistance in her body as he pushed her down onto the bed. She lay there limp, her eyes huge staring up at him.

  His hands were deft and quick, unfastening the chains and bells that decorated her, leaving her naked. He pushed her under the blankets, turned off the lights, and climbed in after her. His hands were strong on her, turning her on her side, facing away from him, and pulled her to nestle against him. Faith lay soft and suddenly wide awake, waiting. Was it now? Was he going to take her now? Part of her was screaming in terror, and yet another was crowing with wild excitement. She lay still, waiting, and her Master took a deep breath and a soft snore stirred the hair on the back of her neck.

  A sudden silent giggle shook through her body as Faith realized that he had fallen asleep, that all her sudden fears and expectations were for nothing. Snuggling up close to the warm body that had held her safe and had already given her so much pleasure, she sighed and fell asleep.

  The grey light of early dawn gently illuminated the room. Soon, it would change to the light pinks and violets Faith was learning to love. She stretched and yawned in the enormous bed. During the night, she and her Master had rolled apart and he was still sound asleep, laying on his back. Sometime during the night, he’d kicked off the thin sheet. Faith rose up on one elbow and gazed in wonder. He was the first man she’d ever woken up with.

  She wondered again at the gentle, soft nature of his face. Even though his eyes were closed, their hypnotic power temporarily gone, she gazed at them with their thick eyelashes resting on his golden tanned face. There were wrinkles at the corners indicating one who s and laughed often. His slightly parted lips were soft and brought to Mind the sensual kisses he bestowed on her the night before. Unconsciously, she drew her finger tips over her lips, shivering with the memory.

  She dared to allow her eyes to travel farther down. His arms, chest and abdomen were defined with lean muscles, very fit for a man entering his Middle years. Unlike his male slaves, he wasn’t shaved or waxed. The hair on his chest was sun-bleached. It was neither too sparse nor too thick. A narrow, slightly darker line of hair ran from his navel down to the curly forest that surrounded his penis and covered his scrotum.

  She stared, fascinated as the sleeping man entered a dream and the flaccid member slowly swelled and grew. He wasn’t the largest man on the island but from what Faith had observed over the last few days, he wasn’t lacking either. Her mouth began to water, remembering the taste, the feel of him guiding her to pleasure him the night before. She remembered the erotic odor his body gave off, Aya’s body and hands, enveloping her, stimulating her, teaching her. Her Mind traveled to her first stumbling lesson of pleasuring Aya with her mouth and the different tastes and smells.

  A small ember of pride began to glow at the realization she’d, as naïve as she was, learned to give pleasure to both Master and Mistress. Faith felt her own sex swell and grow as moisture flowed from that very special place JD had allowed her to keep private, tickling her inner thighs. She almost reached out to the somnolent sentinel but something stopped her.

  Deep down, a voice that had been silenced temporarily rose up like an angry beast and chided her. She was falling under their sick spell! They were brainwashing her! She didn’t really want this; it was twisted, wrong, sick. She was no Mindless automaton. She was Faith, not “little slave”. Faith had to do what was needed to survive until she could somehow escape but she couldn’t allow herself to be erased and made over into a groveling, happy, horny thrall!

  Still the memory of that euphoric night before kept blocking out the voice. It was fainter, weaker than ever before. Her hand dared. Fingers extended to wrap around and caress, perhaps he would awaken and demand to be pleased. Perhaps even plunge deep inside of her. Would it hurt? Would it be wonderful? Would there be much blood? Would she be hurled into even greater ecstasy than he’d already sent her?

  “Psst….Psst.”

  Faith’s hand froze, within a Millimeter of her goal, so close, she could feel JD’s body heat radiating from his skin. She looked to the doorway. Tiffany gestured her to be quiet and come out into the hall. Faith slid to the edge of the bed and was about to stand up when a strong arm captured her around the waist.

  “Not so fast, little slave.” JD’s baritone voice growled sleepily and Faith was pulled back into his arms. Just enough of the anger was left to cause her to bristle and stiffen.

  “Master, forgive me,” Tiffany began as she lowered herself to her knees. “You left orders and the Mistress said she was eager to make sure they were followed.”

  “A Master can change or amend those orders, can’t he?” JD chuckled into Faith’s throat.

  “Of course, Master,” was the reply from the doorway.

  “This will only take a Minute.” JD trailed a path of light kisses down Faith’s throat to her collarbone. Faith tried to remain stiff and still, to not feel, to not let a single sensation travel down her belly to her clit. His mouth moved back to her ear.

  “School’s in session, little slave.” His sleepy whispers tickled her. “There is much you have to learn. Some things, you will love from the beginning. Other’s you will initially loathe, but learn to embrace. You won’t be going back to the kitchen anytime soon. Your training will accelerate. Do whatever is commanded. Believe me; punishment is far worse than anything that will be demanded of you.

  “Remember, learning to serve is a small thing,” Faith’s Master crooned, quoting the one slave who truly owned his heart, as his free hand possessively roamed over her body, “But it is not easy.”

  All resistance melted away as he finished speaking and filled his mouth with Faith’s breast, sucking, biting, demanding a response which she, in spite of the protesting voice in her head, readily gave. His hand trailed lower, his fingers dividing the outer folds of her sex, searching, seeking until, their goal found, pressed hard. Faith’s hips rose off of the bed, begging for one more release. Having received the response he wanted, JD withdrew his embrace slowly.

  “Now go with your sister and obey.” Sharply, JD patted Faith’s rump and shoved her off the bed to stumble disoriented toward the kneeling woman.

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  Chapter 1

  Faith greeted tiffany with a barely controlled, delighted embrace. When their lips met it was Faith’s tongue that darted out to taste the nectar of tiffany’s mouth. Tiffa
ny broke the embrace and held Faith at arm’s length her face alight with surprise and delight at the change from the shy, halted greetings Faith had given her before.

  “Good morning to you too!” tiffany laughed as Faith ducked her head shyly and blushed. Tiffany caught her hand. “Come on, we’ve a lot to do to get you ready for your day, with our Master’s permission, of course.”

  JD nodded and tiffany pulled Faith along the hallway, through the foyer and out the door of the manse toward the clinic.

  They stopped in a large bathroom. There were several stalls; along one wall was a line of shower heads. Next to them was a therapy whirl pool. There were other things in various places that didn’t look therapeutic at all. While made of gleaming surgical steel, most items looked as though they belonged to some medieval torture chamber that made Faith shudder with dread as she imagined their various uses.

  Tiffany directed her attention to a long rubber mat on the floor. Next to it was an IV pole with an enema bag hanging from it, already filled and waiting. Faith’s eyes grew large as she realized that this time the bag was meant for her and she realized exactly the Master had meant when he had spoken about learning and loathing, that she was not going back to the kitchen anytime soon. Wordlessly, she shook her head and took a small step back. Immediately, tiffany’s arm was around her shoulders, gently but firmly urging her forward.