Owning Her: Beautiful Domestic Discipline

by Susan Sass

  “Mistress! Help me!” She cried in desperation and then began to sob. The sweet whispers of encouragement, turned into mummers of comfort as the phallus was gently removed and Aya was holding her, talking her down, telling her to relax, to calm down, that she had done well. Aya was pleased. Master would be pleased. Faith fell into the soft place the words prepared for her.

  Chapter 4

  Faith didn’t know how long she’d been waiting for her master to come to her. It seemed like forever. As soon as she entered JD’s playroom she’d been stripped and blindfolded. Aya guided her to her knees and placed leather wrist-cuffs on each arm before attaching them to something slightly above her head. After admonishing her to be a good girl, that the Master would come in his own good time and until then, she was to concentrate on her lessons learned and how she should strive to please him. She leaned into Aya’s farewell embrace and a low moan filled with longing and fear escaped her as Aya’s tongue caressed her own.

  Faith was truly terrified. Not about what lay ahead of her with the Master, although there was a great deal of trepidation of what lay in store for her, but what was happening to her soul at that very moment. When she first woke up in that cage and for weeks after, she vowed never to accept the roll of slave. She wanted to hate the people who inhabited JD’s island forever and fight them with every fiber of her being. She would have killed them if she’d the opportunity.

  Bit by bit, they stripped away her will to remain free. Every challenge, every ordeal, she felt herself soften and adapt. Moreover, the very woman she’d promised herself to loathe until her dying breath had become her talisman. She looked to Aya for approval, strength, reward and correction. She felt uneasy when she didn’t have some sort of contact with her for any length of time. Faith dreaded any look of disapproval from Aya and her heart sang each time she knew she’d pleased her beautiful Mistress. Leaving her now to wait for the Master alone, after such an emotionally and physically draining day, filled her with agony. Kneeling in solitude, blindfolded, the need to feel Aya’s touch, to hear her voice was excruciating.

  Then there were the others. The gentle, delicate tiffany; the hopelessly romantic clown, Marc; the firm, protective Doctor and newly re-born Layla as well as the rest of the slaves had become her friends. No deeper. It was impossible to describe how she felt about them. They didn’t feel exactly like family or friends or lovers, none of those words fit how she felt towards them yet she didn’t know any word profound enough to describe their bond.

  Jimmy, the over-seers and guards were different. They were extensions of the Master. Their eyes and ears, voices and hands were his. Somehow their presence and added structure gave a sense of balance. They made her feel safe, even stable. With them, it was simple. Obey. Learn. Heed. As long as she did what they told her to do, everything was right in her new world.

  Lastly, there was the Master. Those eyes had that reached into her soul and drew out of her exactly what he wanted even when she didn’t know what that something was. To see them light up in concert with his smile was almost heart stopping. Faith was sure he could hypnotize her with his deep soft voice and she could walk over fiery coals if that he wanted her to do. Oddly, that too, seemed so right. More and more this life made more sense and felt more balanced than her old one.

  Faith trembled as she spent her time waiting and soul searching. Adding discord as she tried to calm herself and meditate, was a very loud voice in her head the screamed over and over that all this was wrong; perverted and ugly and it refused to be silent and allow her to fall completely under their spell. Those few times she was truly alone, Faith felt as though she would go mad as the two sides waged war inside of her. Ultimately, she was afraid of breaking completely and become nothing but fragmented splinters.

  The trembling increased until her whole body shook violently. She strained to hear footfalls. It felt as though she had been completely alone for hours. She started at the soft noises the house naturally made. When she finally felt JD’s lips press softly on her cheek, she let out a convulsive sob of relief. Instantly his strong arms were enfolded her, pressing her against a muscular chest. His clean, very masculine scent filled her nostrils and as he murmured reassurances. She melted back into him. If her hands weren’t bound, she would have thrown her arms around him. JD didn’t ask why she was crying, somehow Faith knew he understood and just held her, waiting for the sobbing to subside.

  A glass of cold water was pressed to her lips and she drank it down gratefully. The ugly voice in her head was fainter now, yet it still mocked her debased gratitude. For the moment, Faith didn’t care. She was safe for the time being. She wasn’t alone. She could ignore it. Again, his lips traveled along her cheeks, kissing away the tears that escaped from under the blindfold.

  He whispered into her ear, “Your tears are beautiful to me. They are your offerings. Never hold them back if they threaten to flow.”

  Her arms were being released by another set of hands. The silent assistant gently removed the cuffs. The Master, (how long had it been since she had stopped thinking of him as “the Man”?), pulled her into a deeper embrace, his hands coming around from behind her to cup her breasts. She leaned into them, increasing the wonderful pressure. His lips moved along her cheek to the base of her neck with kisses and small bites until he reached the mark Aya’s teeth left behind. His own teeth pressed hard and his lips sealed the flesh around them. A wave of intense pleasure coupled with Mild pain shot through her. To Faith, it felt as though he was feeding on her very soul. She cried out in response.

  “That’s it, little one.” JD lifted his head and murmured in her ear. “Don’t hold back. Give me your voice.”

  Faith obeyed. She moaned and cried out as he continued to kiss, bite and caress her, igniting her passion once more. As he moved her hair to one side and his mouth meandered, almost lazily down the back of her neck and along her shoulder blades. When his hands moved to hold tightly onto her waist, another set of hands caught her breasts, its fingers pinched her nipples. It wasn’t Aya. These hands were also very male. A second set of lips covered her mouth, demanding a response. At first Faith froze, then melted into it.

  “Good girl.” JD encouraged.

  Faith relaxed and reached up to return pull the other closer to her. As she reached around the stranger’s neck, she felt a thick silken braid running down his back.

  “Marc!” She cried out joyfully, breaking the kiss.

  Marc recaptured her mouth and made a negative sound into it, the vibrations traveling down her throat to the core of her being.

  Her Master’s voice cautioned her, “No talking, little slave. Use your voice to respond to what you are feeling, but words are forbidden for now. Only I will speak.”

  Together the men worked on Faith’s body. Caressing and kissing every inch until Faith’s sex was drenched and throbbing with desire. She returned the attention she received with her own hands and mouth. She lost all track of time as the need in her grew. When she thought she could stand no more, she was guided by her Master to move to kneel on all fours and felt the head of Marc’ cock softly stroke her jaw line.

  “You know what I want you to do.” JD encouraged.

  Faith opened her mouth to welcome her brother slave. Her jaw ached a little as she received him but she eagerly struggled to do well. All the while her Master’s voice was in her ear, coaxing and encouraging her. Marc was gentle. He moved slowly to let her get accustomed to his member, careful not to gag or choke her. As he slid back and forth in her mouth, she used her tongue to caress and stroke. His soft groans and the increased grip on her hair told her that her amateurish efforts were not without talent.

  “Relax your jaw a bit, little one.” Her Master instructed. She did so, causing Marc’s shaft to drag along her teeth. Marc let out a happy hiss at the added friction. She felt him almost instantly grow harder and thicker.

  She drank in his taste and smell as she concentrated on the voice in her ear, she felt one set of hands e
mbracing and guiding her head and another stroking and caressing the rest of her body. All these sensations were enhanced by her blindness and they made her body respond with intense desire for more.

  She continued to nurse Marc’ cock as JD’s hands traveled down between her legs to play with her swollen clit and already drenched pussy. He gathered the juices as they flowed from her and drew them up it her anus, lubricating it. First one finger pressed its way into the tight hole, then a second. They probed her, widened her. There was no pain only the same pressure and heat she had felt before, with Aya and Faith moaned with pleasure and pressed back, rocking her hips to their rhythm.

  When JD’s fingers withdrew and he pulled her off of Marc to face him, she almost protested. He stood her on her knees and kissed her deeply.

  “When Aya told me how you begged her to help you obey, I was very pleased with you. Now I need your words for a moment.” Faith could hear the smile in his voice. “Do you still need help tonight or can you obey?”

  Faith reply was filled with joy. Oh yes, Master, I can obey.”

  “Good,” JD’s voice, while losing none of its warmth, changed to a commanding tone. “Don’t speak again unless I give you leave or you are being truly injured. Your only duty is tonight is to obey and learn. Do your best not to question or think so much, simply open yourself to the experience.”

  Faith felt JD reach out to draw Marc closer to them. Again Faith was enveloped in their mutual embrace. Once more, two mouths covered her with kisses, two pairs of hands caressed and stroked her body. Even though Faith couldn’t see it, she could feel the two men reach for one another from time to time. She could hear them kissing. JD pulled Marc closer, causing his chest to press against her shoulders, crushing her against JD.

  With a practiced skill, the men began to rock into her body in a slow, rhythmic dance of building passion. Without needing to be told, Faith moved to match them as their cocks pressed hard against the small of her back and belly, warming her flesh. The groans she was permitted to utter changed into plaintive whimpers as the need between her legs grew, the ache of her desire almost becoming painful.

  The hands pressed Faith down on her back and spread her legs wide. She was cradled in the Master’s arms, his lips never stopped exploring, kissing, encouraging her responses. Marc was between her thighs, lapping up her juices with his tongue. Her hips rose to meet him, pleading for more. Soon he targeted in on the tiny center bud of her flower and her cries grew louder.

  “Come for me, little slave,” Master commanded and Faith was only too happy to obey. Her orgasm exploded within her, spreading throughout her body. She grabbed JD’s shoulders and hung on desperately as wave after wave of pleasure shot through her body as he crooned his praises for her obedience. When the beautiful ride slowed, Marc’ gently clean her thighs and cunt of her juices.

  Before she was even aware of it she was being repositioned to her hands and knees. Her arms felt weak and trembled as she struggled to stay on her hands and knees.

  The cheeks of her backside were spread. Warmed lubricant was massaged around and deep inside of her anus.

  JD’s voice was deeper, huskier. “Such a pretty brown star.” She sensed Marc’ body shift. A moment later she smelled his musk and felt his silken head against her lips. “Show Marc your gratitude, little slave.”

  Eagerly, she took Marc into her mouth again, sucking desperately as if to it could nourish her. She felt her butt cheeks being spread wider; the head of JD’s cock pressing against her anus. She pressed back to accept him.

  “I’m going to fuck your tight ass now, pretty bitch.” JD growled. “Do your best to relax.”

  Faith was distracted by her efforts to pleasure Marc and the words barely registered until JD pushed the head of his penis in. Her muscles tried to clamp down, repelling the stretching, burning invader. JD increased his pressure against them. The burning increased, Faith felt as though she would tear.

  A stinging, sharp slap on her butt cleared her head. “I said relax.” Faith forced herself to do as she was told and the burning eased as his cock slowly slipped in. He didn’t stop until he had impaled her with his full length and then remained still for a few moments allowing her to become accustomed to the feeling of being stretched and filled. She felt his pubic hair tickling the back of her hips as his balls caressed her pubic lips.

  Slowly, cautiously he began to rock back and forth, sliding his member in and out of her virgin ass. Faith tried to focus on the sensations, to concentrate on pleasuring Marc; but the realization of exactly was happening to her was triggering too many thoughts and feelings. It hurt, but not unpleasantly. The fullness in her ass made her vagina feel all the more empty and scream for attention.

  A mental image of herself flashed in her brain. There she was, blindfolded, cuffed, a red welt from the Master’s hand on her ass, being used by two men. At the dorms the other, experienced girls talked about sex acts that were considered disgusting. The biggest taboo was sodomy. The next was giving head. Then there was group sex. All of them were forbidden, disgusting. Some girls admitted to going down on their boyfriends but none admitted they liked it. Almost all of them said they would never dream of swallowing as that was “so gross”. They would just die if any of their lovers’ tried to go in the back door. And more than one guy? Only a dirty slut would do it.

  Humiliation spread and tears stung her eyes. She knew how degraded she’d become. Not only was she obediently submitting to such debased acts, she didn’t hate it, in fact it felt good and she did not want it to stop. Her body was singing with the combination of pleasure and Mild pain. Even the feeling of humiliation increased her excitement.

  JD quickened his pace, his breathing changed to short grunts as he rode her faster and harder. Now all the pain was gone, leaving behind only soaring heat and pleasure. The thrusts pushed Faith forward forcing Marc’ cock deeper down her throat, and even as she gagged and choked this only added to the thing building inside her. Marc moaned each time her head plunged down his shaft. Faith could barely breathe, but she didn’t try retreat. She wanted more and more of him, her moans gurgling around the swollen shaft lodged in her throat.

  “Master, please!” Marc groaned.

  “No!” was the reply.

  Marc’ hips began to shake as he controlled the need for release. Faith couldn’t back off if she wanted.

  Her brother slave’s suffering spurred the Master on. He pounded into Faith ruthlessly, using her as his instrument of torture. She could imagine him staring into Marc’ eyes, penetrating his soul, daring him to fail to obey. She could see Marc’ own dark eyes staring back, pleading. Faith’s lungs burned, pleading for oxygen. Her head began to swim.

  Suddenly, she was wrenched off of Marc by her hair being pulled back cruelly like a set of reins being tugged back to stop a galloping horse.

  “Come here,” JD growled. And as Marc obeyed his Master’s summons, Faith fell to her elbows as she gratefully gulped in great lungs full of air. “I want to see it. Give me your orgasm, bath her with it.”

  If Marc answered, Faith couldn’t hear. Her ears were still ringing as she fought to catch her breath. Now it was all her ass, deep, hot plunges into her depths, so powerful that she felt her whole body shaken, jarred and she struggled to meet and match him. Soft, deep grunts of pleasure forced from her panting lips each time she felt him plunge deep. JD’s cock swelled announcing his impending climax.

  “Come now!” He roared to the slave beside him. Faith couldn’t see Marc frantically jacking off with one hand while clinging desperately to his Master with the other; but she could feel his hot cum spurting onto her hips, slipping down her back toward her shoulders. At the same time, she felt the cock inside of her pumping its load deep into her body.

  White light exploded in Faith’s head. Her scream of ecstasy rang in her ears. It felt as though her whole body sang with electric pleasure. The men echoed her cries with their own primeval groans. As their orgasms subsided, Faith melted i
nto bliss. It was as though she was becoming weightless, slowly floating toward the ceiling. Only the Master’s hands anchored her.

  Cool wet cloths smelling of Mint and roses stroked her brow and cheeks. Her arms were being massaged vigorously. She opened her eyes, blinking hard. Even in the low candle light seemed bright after being blindfolded so long. Faith’s throat burned a little. She ached all over. Yet her body still vibrated delightfully.

  “Welcome back to earth, little one.” JD’s warm, smiling eyes came into focus. “You performed far better than expected. I’m proud of you. Are you alright?”

  Faith managed a peaceful smile as she gazed at her Master’s face and nodded. JD grinned and stretched out next to her, gathering her up into his arms, stroking her hair and tenderly kissing her forehead and cheeks as Marc gently cleaned her body. Faith dozed on pink clouds as the men cared for her. Per the Master’s orders, Marc carried Faith down the hall to a spare bedroom. He tucked her in, under warm soft covers and lovingly bid her goodnight.