Owning Her: Beautiful Domestic Discipline

by Susan Sass

  “I love your kisses, little slave,” Aya whispered in her deep, almost husky voice that Faith was beginning to recognize as a definite indication of Aya’s level of lust. “They continue to improve every day.”

  Keeping one hand on the back of her neck, she used her free hand to guide one of Faith’s to her breast and rested it there.

  “Go ahead and explore, little one. You know you want to.” Aya said before capturing Faith’s mouth with hers again.

  Slowly, tentatively at first, Faith moved her hands over her Mistress’ torso, feeling Aya’s soft skin covering well toned muscles. She could feel the strength that gave Aya her cat-like grace and stamina emanating from her body.

  Drowning in the demanding kisses, her thoughts swirling, Faith began to lose her trepidation and her hands started to move as if they had a Mind of their own. They moved back up, caressing each breast, feeling Aya’s nipples harden as her back arched toward her, encouraging her.

  Aya reveled in yet another small victory. If she asked Faith if she was doing this of her own volition, her victim wouldn’t hesitate to say no. Yet, her responses, her obvious hunger to be kissed, to touch, to explore would reveal it as a lie.

  Faith circled the soft areolas lightly with her fingertips. Experimentally, she gave each nipple a gentle squeeze. They were larger and much darker than her own. She was rewarded with a low moan that vibrated in her mouth and Faith wasn’t quite sure if the moan came from the woman she was kissing or herself. All she knew was that a now very familiar need was growing within her and she couldn’t stop.

  As one of Faith’s hands traveled the course down Aya’s abdomen to her mons, Aya allowed her to break the kiss to watch what the hand was doing. Faith gently caressed the small mound of flesh and felt Aya’s hips rise encouragingly. Using her Middle finger, she parted the puffy outer lips and slid it along the velvety inner folds. Paradoxically, everything felt very strange and very familiar at the same time.

  Through the hand that was still holding Aya’s breast, Faith felt her heart beat increase and her breathing deepen. Emboldened, she reached down deeper. She could just reach the opening of Aya’s vagina. From it flowed the moisture of excitement, thicker and more slippery than the water they were immersed in. She pulled her finger up the center of the inner lips to the small, hard nub at its tip. Even though their bath water was warm, Aya’s clit was warmer still as it became engorged with blood and swelled, seeking satisfaction. She rubbed the palm of her hand across the nipple of the one breast and then captured the other between her thumb and forefinger and pinched it firmly. Very slowly she circled Aya’s clitoris with her other hand, not yet brave enough to rub it directly.

  “Very good, little one. Keep going, you know what to.” Aya’s instructions came out as a half moan, half whisper. “You’ve been doing it to yourself since you when twelve.”

  Faith couldn’t help but smile. “Uh, actually it was ten, Mistress.”

  “Mmm, an early bloomer.” Aya chuckled low in her throat causing Faith to giggle nervously. “You must show me what you learned at such a young age.”

  “Well, Mistress,” Faith, relaxed a bit more, catching the spirit of the game. “I found out, quite by accident, that when I pushed here,” she pressed her index and Middle finger against Aya’s clit, “it felt good. When I rubbed it,” her fingers slowly demonstrated, “it felt even better.

  “I also discovered when I pinched my nipple and twisted it,” Aya’s sighed approval, “I could make it more fun.” Without thinking, Faith leaned down and kissed the nape of Aya’s neck. Her body instinctively adjusted to have better access to Aya’s body and discovered by doing so, Aya’s hips put more pressure against her own pubis. Faith, who swore other women had no attraction to her what so ever, found that each encounter with her Mistress became more exciting than the last and she actually enjoyed giving her pleasure.

  “Now, there was a day,” Faith’s fingers continued to do exactly what she was describing. “I rubbed faster and harder than ever before and something inside of me told me I shouldn‘t stop. I kept it up. Going even faster,” Aya’s hips were grinding harder with demanding thrusts. Her eyes were closed, focusing on the sensations coursing through her. Her mouth formed a small “o”.

  “Until,…” Aya’s cry in response to her orgasm finished the story. Faith clamped her whole hand down, pressing and messaging as Aya rode the waves of her climax and then slowing and easing off a bit as the contractions subsided. Faith’s body echoed her Mistress’ pleasure with tiny sparks and spasms. She didn’t quite come, but it was still very, very nice. They lingered in the tub, holding one another in silence for a long while.

  “You’re an excellent story teller, little slave,” Aya sighed, finally. “You will no doubt be called upon to entertain the Master with a talent like that.”

  Chapter 3

  When the water cooled, they left the tub and Aya taught her how she preferred slaves to dry (pat, never rub) and groom her. As Faith combed out her hair Aya spoke of the Master’s pleasure in her behavior the night before.

  “He said you deserved a reward.” Aya s mysteriously.

  She opened a drawer in her vanity and pulled out a long, golden chain. She spun around in her chair and clasped the delicate looking piece of jewelry loosely around Faith’s slim waist. “This will remain as long as you continue to please our Master.” She reached again in the drawer and retrieved a shorter chain. On one end was a circular link to where a charm could be attached. She clasped the chain and adjusted the length so the charm circle hung just above Faith’s clit.

  “Think of it as a sort of a charm bracelet. It is a bit of tradition here on the island for slaves in training to be awarded small tokens as they progress. Master will add charms whenever he feels you’ve achieved another level on your journey.”

  Again the hand disappeared and pulled out a charm. She held it up for Faith to see. Aya s at the almost concealed look of dismay on Faith‘s face. “Yes, sweet slave, yet another bell.” She attached the charm. It lay on top of Faith’s clit hood.

  “This way, even under your tunic, everyone will hear its music and know you’ve earned your first charm. It will also remind you that you have goals. Every time you walk, sit, kneel or bend over, it will make its presence known by touch and sound. It will never allow you to forget what you are and whom you serve.”

  Aya pulled Faith closer by her hips. She leaned forward and kissed Faith’s pubis, pressing the cool metal of the bell into her clit. There was no doubt in Faith’s Mind that it was also intended as a constant stimulant as, no matter how she moved, it would bounce and rub lightly right at the main source of her pleasure. Aya leaned back to admire her work.

  “I think after your training is complete, I may beg Master to allow me to pierce your hood and place a ring there. You’ve such a lovely pussy and would be even prettier if it were adorned. What do you think?” She pulled the chain back and let it go again. The charm bounced and jingled merrily.

  “I-I-I don’t know.” Faith stammered, coloring once more. Surprise and shock left her speechless. There was a small spark of pride, too. Try as she Might to deny it as wrong, she was proud she’d done something to win the Master’s approval. Finally, she opted for the safest answer she could possibly give for someone in her position. “I, I, suppose that would be up to the Master.”

  Aya blinked once and then threw her head back and laughed. “You’re learning your lessons well. Yes, I suppose it does.”

  Aya led Faith back to her bedroom. As Aya donned her jumpsuit, Faith stared at an open box laying on Aya’s bed. Neatly arranged in little compartments, were a dozen dildo’s made of clear silicone each a different color. The first was bright purple and no bigger around that a woman’s thumb. The sixth, sky blue, was very close to the size JD’s erection. Number eight was golden yellow and reminded her of Marc at full attention. The twelfth, bright ruby red, was enormous and scary. For a tiny instant Faith felt the urge to bolt, to just run away as far
and as fast as she could. But her feet were glued to the floor and she could not tear her eyes off the sinister array of plastic penises.

  Aya glanced at Faith’s expression and frowned. “Talk to me. Tell me the truth.”

  Faith’s voice was low and choked. “I… I know I have to do this. I… I know you’ll make me, even if I fight you.” Faith took a deep breath and forced her eyes away from the objects that were inspiring her fear, she let out the breath slowly and continued in a shaky voice. “I also know that, while you Might hurt me, you won’t injure me. Just like everything else I’ve been made to do, it would be worse to face punishment and I’ll come out the other side. I don’t know why, Mistress. I’m not even scared really. I just don’t want to; I mean I really don’t want to.”

  “Are you able to obey without force?”

  Slowly Faith shook her head as she looked into Aya’s penetrating gaze.

  “Do you trust me?”

  “I trust you not to cause me injury, I trust you not to lie to me. Especially after today, I trust you not to set me up for failure. I trust you to make sure the Master’s orders are carried out, no matter what.” Faith’s voice grew more confident. “So, in those things , Mistress, I trust you.”

  Aya arched an eyebrow. At least it was a beginning. Not complete trust, but better than nothing.

  “So, you don’t want to be punished for disobeying, but you don’t feel you can obey.”

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  “Then I will help you to obey.” Aya thrilled at Faith’s progress. Again, she experienced excitement of prey submitting to its fate in the face of its predator. “But like last night, you must ask.”

  In a heartbeat, Faith was prostrate on the floor at her Mistress’ feet. It was as if someone had knocked her feet out from under her. There was no thinking, only action and as she did, a feeling of peace enveloped her being. By putting herself in Aya’s hands, she didn’t have to struggle. The war within her soul between the independent Faith and the slave Faith didn’t have to be fought today. Aya would make sure it wouldn’t ruin things. Everything would be okay.

  “Mistress, I beg you to help me obey.” Faith grasped Aya’s feet in both hands. Aya felt her cunt clench and indulged in the delicious shiver that ran through her body.

  Aya knelt down and stroked Faith’s hair. “Good girl. Very good girl. I am very proud of you.”

  She stood and swept up the case with the dildos and butt plug.

  “Sweet little slave, get on the bed and lay on your back. I will make sure you cannot fail.”

  Faith crawled onto the bed. Aya got out her silken ropes and began to apply one of her favorite crafts. Before Faith knew it her hands were bound above her head. Her ankles were tied and brought up toward her knees. More lashings and her knees were drawn up high on either side of her. It wasn’t uncomfortable, really, but it rocked her hips so that every part of her genitalia and anus was exposed and no matter how Faith struggled, she couldn’t protect the most vulnerable parts of her body from any use. As each piece of rope was anchored, Faith felt herself relax. it was strange to her but, the more Faith was restrained, the freer she felt. Faith looked down at herself and a nervous giggle bubbled up even though she tried to stop it.

  “What’s so funny, little one?”

  “I’m so sorry, Mistress, but I look like a frog on its back.”

  Aya couldn’t help but smile. She drew a finger from the mouth of Faith’s cunt, already oozing with excitement to her clit. Faith sighed and wriggled under her touch.

  “You know the fairy tale about the frog turning into a prince.” Aya said seductively.

  She stroked Faith’s slit commanding more moisture to ooze. She pressed her glistening fingers into Faith’s mouth. “Here, the story has a twist, at the right time, with the right kiss, the frog will turn into the perfect slave, far more precious than royalty.”

  In the wonderfully hazy fog the binding caused her, Faith slowly sucked on Aya’s fingertips, cleaning them of her own juices. Aya pulled her hand from Faith’s luscious mouth and opened a jar. Well within Faith’s vision, she dipped the first, smallest dildo into the jar of glistening jelly.

  “I chose to put you in your back rather than your knees for this so I could watch your pretty face and so that I could accurately measure all reactions.” Aya circled Faith’s anus with the slippery head of the fake cock. She stared intensely into Faith’s eyes, “…and so I can enjoy the expressions on your face.”

  “If you weren’t a virgin,” Aya pressed the very realistically shaped head of the small dildo against Faith’s hymen, just enough to cause pressure, but not enough to tear. “I could've inserted a battery operated toy to distract you deliciously. As it is…” Aya shrugged and pushed the fake cock deep into Faith’s ass.

  Surprised, Faith shrieked and gasped. It didn’t hurt, but she was not prepared. Slowly, Aya pulled it back, almost to compete withdrawal and pushed it back in. Faith frowned and closed her eyes. She concentrated on the phallus invading her, stimulating her. It felt strange, the lubricant was cool but somehow the thing inside her felt hot. She blinked and let out a shuddering sigh.

  “Good little slut.” Aya pulled “Number 1” out and dipped “Number 3” in the jar.

  “I want you to talk to me.” Aya pushed in the larger dildo in a little more slowly. “These larger sizes may become uncomfortable, some may burn or hurt. If you feel as if you are going to tear, I want to know immediately.” Slowly, oh so slowly she pulled it out only to plunge it back once more.

  Faith kept her eyes locked on Aya’s and nodded. “Yes, Mistress. That doesn’t hurt at all. It pushes, I just feel kind of full and it feels… it feels… um… ”

  “It will and I want you to let me know when it does.” Aya took her time, thrusting the third sized dildo in and out of Faith’s rectum a few times, closely watching every reaction from her submissive. She almost reached for the fifth and then opted for the sixth, sky blue one. Again liberally coating it with the lubricant, she pressed against Faith’s sphincter muscle.

  “Just exhale and relax, little one.” Aya instructed hypnotically as she pressed against the very tight opening. “Allow it in. Don’t fight, experience.”

  Faith felt burning and uncomfortable stretching sensation around her anal ring as the head of the phallus pressed into her. She focused on inhaling and exhaling slowly through her open lips. The pain subsided once the head got past the muscular gate keeper.

  Her voice was a little breathless, “That hurt a little at first, Mistress.”

  Aya nodded, her voice low and hypnotic, “Good girl, breath with it, relax. Focus on the good feelings. It is starting to feel, good isn’t. I can tell you like it. I can tell you want more.”

  Unconsciously, Faith began to rock her hips in rhythm to Aya’s penetration and withdrawal of the dildo. It seemed as if her lower lips were swollen almost to the point of pain and her inner self had never felt to empty, so wanting. Her clit throbbed as her heart pumped harder, sending more and more blood to that area. She could only reply with a low wordless moan.

  “Sweet, sensitive slave.” Aya purred. She slowly inserted the entire ten inches into Faith’s ass. “Do your best to hold it there, child. That’s right, good girl. ”

  With the fingers on one hand, Aya kept the dildo, the exact size of their Master, deeper inside of Faith and pressed the thumb hard against Faith’s clitoris. Cat-like, Aya stretched herself out and grabbed a fist full of Faith’s hair in her hand, forcing her head up.

  She reveled as her prey struggled against her bounds, fighting against the inevitable. Her captive struggled to achieve and deny the ache for release building within her core. Aya clamped her teeth in a wide bite on Faith’s throat, measuring the increasing pulse of her jugular. Again, to Aya’s satisfaction, Faith arched her neck into the bite rather than try to shrink away from it.

  Aya pressed hard with her thumb and let go of Faith’s neck, admiring the purple mottled circle her mouth left. She str
etched out a bit longer until she could whisper, her warm moist breath assaulting the shell of Faith’s ear.

  “Come slut.”

  Instantaneously, Faith’s body convulsed against the ropes. Her inner muscles contracted so hard, Aya had to add more pressure against the cock to keep it from being expelled. A moan that seem to originate from Faith’s soul broke between her lips and grew into a desperate scream. As Faith’s body convulsed, a gush of fluid squirted of her vagina, soaking Aya’s fingers and the base of the dildo. Aya whispered approval and encouragement, and gripped Faith’s hair even harder.

  Faith felt the burn on her scalp, her ass filled, wanted to pressed down and pump against its invader, her cunt swollen and empty, then the bite and thumb on her clit and she thought she would go crazy until the command, then she exploded. The only thing holding her to this world was her tormentor’s and protector’s voice. Before she realized it, the blue cock was removed and the tenth, not the seventh or eighth or ninth was being thrust into her. This time the burning didn’t stop, but she couldn’t stop rocking against it and coming.