Owning Her: Beautiful Domestic Discipline

by Susan Sass

  They went around the island to the leeward side. Just after they rounded the peninsula that formed the top end of the island, JD throttled up more and increased his speed. He saw Jimmy and Adriana’s cabin and as was his habit, blew the air horn announcing their passage.

  When JD blew the emergency air horn as they rounded the little cape where Jimmy and Adriana’s cottage was perched and they were rewarded by a bevy of children streaming out of the house and waving wildly as they motored by. Aya calmly lifted a hand and could not help but smile as Adriana walked out on the front deck, holding a naked toddler in her arms, her hand holding the baby girl’s teaching her to wave. Aya’s heart softened a little. Of all the people in the world, this was the closest to a sister she had. This was the one place she could remember the child within and while Adriana was still timid, still haunted by their mutual abuse; she was at the same time a refuge. Only there, did Aya find peace from her own internal tyrant, her own self inflicted expectations of perfection.

  Aya’s eyes remained on the little cottage and Adriana until they were out of sight and then ruthlessly turned back, facing forward. Taking a deep breath she reviewed in her head the lessons of perfect Asian grace and decorum, resolving to be flawless for her Master, to make this little interlude a perfect memory for him.

  They rounded another bend. An isolated cove came into view. JD throttled down and brought the boat up to the dock. As he expertly brought it in, Aya jumped off the boat and onto the dock. She tied off the boat, jumping back in to get their bags. JD told her everything he needed was inside and she just needed to bring her own things in.

  Walking down the dock, they came to what looked like for all purposes, a small grass hut with a porch across the front. This, as with all things, JD was deceptive. The inside of the hut held a large living room, spacious bedroom with a whirlpool bath and huge shower in the bathroom, and an exact copy of the playroom.

  “Aya my pet, please take our bags into the bedroom and wait for me there.”

  Aya was a bit confused by the request. She had anticipated a weekend of joyous servitude at her Master’s feet. She wondered why she was being sent away like this. But, she obeyed as she always did replying, “As you wish Master. I will be patently waiting for you, sir.” She walked to the bedroom, her Mind troubled.

  She wondered why she was being sent from his side, to be alone here in the bedroom, but it went without saying that she did not give voice to her confusion. Her visions, her anticipation of completed devotion to his pleasure were at odds to this direction to be apart from him. She longed to exist at his feet. Aya found herself fighting the urge to pace back and forth in front of the door like a caged animal.

  For some reason she felt bereft, and wildly lonely now that she was so close to him only to be deprived of his presence. Without her duties, she was lost and for the first time in many years, fearful. It was almost a child’s voice in her heart wondering, why had he sent her away from him? Her rational Mind argued back that this was just her Master preparing some scene, some game or device for his amusement. But she stood; her body tense with waiting, every sense on edge as she listened, waiting. She chastised herself, it had only been Minutes, but each Minute was a vigil.

  Chapter 7

  JD grinned to himself. He had been planning this getaway for a long time. He’d had a gazebo built in the back of the house complete with an outdoor kitchen. JD was anxious to do one of his favorite things. As with all males, he wanted to prove his prowess at the grill, the god of fire as it were. He had everything ready for his night. All that was needed now was to get Aya ready for him.

  The sound of his step did little to relieve her disquiet. What was he doing, what did he expect from her? Nothing seemed clear. Ruthlessly she forced her countenance into appear serene, withdrawing behind the concealment of her training, donning the mask of the geisha.

  “Aya, would you come into the bathroom with me please?”

  “Of course, my Master.”

  She followed JD into the bathroom. JD turned to her and gave her a soft kiss. Aya felt her body responded to the excitement that a kiss from her Master always gave her.

  “As the owner of such a beautiful seductress as yourself, it is my duty to make sure that you are properly groomed for service to me. I am going to draw you a bath so that I may clean you, as is my right. After that, I will give your instructions to you as to what will come next.”

  “As you wish Master,” was her reply. JD drew the bath and helped Aya into the tub. He slowly washed her from head to toe and back again. Aya was very uncomfortable with this kind of attention, but she was his and would obey all commands.

  Aya knew that these rituals of cleaning and preparation of his pets were a rare treat that JD reveled in. It was an opportunity to truly experience the sense of ownership. Like polishing a perfect jade sculpture, it was a way to feast the senses. To touch, to drink in the vision, to smell, even taste the true essence of this thing that he had enhanced by his very ownership. She told herself that this was her Master’s right, and that by giving him this she was serving him. Yet a very strong part of her clamored that this was wrong, that it was she who should be doing this, that she was not quite worthy of this attention. A tiny voice wondered if his hands lingered on the marks on her back, if his eyes narrowed in judgment, but her face remained composed, her body pliant. She was nothing but perfection, masking her inner turmoil.

  JD helped her out of the tub. He drained and refilled it adding some scented bath salts. He told her, “Step back into the tub, my pet. I want you to soak for awhile. I need to take care of a few things. I will get you in about an hour or so. Enjoy yourself, my dear.” Aya got into the tub and turned on the whirlpool. She decided that if Master wished her to relax, it was not her place to argue.

  After allowing to Aya to relax for about an hour, JD called back and told her to get dressed in the clothes he had laid out on the bed. She went in and found a black evening gown on the bed. Next to the dress was a pair of silky stockings and a garter belt. To the side of the clothes was a diamond necklace and matching ear rings. On the floor was a pair of open toed heels.

  Aya was still bewildered by all of this. It was difficult to accept her Master treating her in such a manner. Was she not his slave and pet? It felt wrong to let herself be treated in such a manner by one she swore to serve body and soul for the rest of her life? If that was true, then she must dress in the things he left for her and go to him. She would obey and find the answers to her questions later.

  Aya stood looking down at the dress JD had laid out on the bed, it was a gleaming swath of darkness. Almost timidly she ran a finger tip across the nearly weightless silk. It seemed incongruous, so sophisticated and formal. She had already put on the garter and silk stockings. The diamond earrings and necklace sparkled against her golden skin, yet somehow it had been hard to put on this flawless length of Midnight silk. This inner turmoil, these little storms of uncertainty continued to bubble up, threatened disturb her determined peaceful demeanor, and they frightened her. She had no idea why her Master wanted her to dress like this, what he expected of her and this quandary fed her anxiety, not knowing what lay ahead had her questioning her abilities.

  The silk slipped over her head, a smooth cool cascade that flowed down the length of her body, clinging to her skin, draping in graceful folds that caressed her skin at every movement. Her upturned nipples hardened and tingled at its touch. Aya slipped on the high heels, and stood before the huge Mirror that dominated one wall of the bedroom. The dress had a very low back, the silk hanging in a graceful curve that barely covered the first swell of her perfect heart shaped ass. Her hair hung loose, a shimmering fall of Midnight, a silken veil that echoed the shades of the dress. Aya could not help but note how the two textures were as alike in shade and movement as to be nearly indistinguishable. She shook her head, making her locks dance and crawl sensually across her skin, and then froze as she glimpsed a fading red line of a scar. A soft tremble shook
through her as an echo of her Master’s voice, harsh and angry, speaking to her of never being able to look upon her back without seeing these marks rang through her heart. She wondered if he chose this dress to reveal the marks on her back, to remember her failure.

  Almost as quickly she chastised herself for her doubts. Her Master was not devious; her Master was a direct and honest man. He was a man to deal with disappointments directly and then forget them. She reproved herself that these doubts about his motivations were just one more failure on her part to trust him. She picked up the envelope and read the odd message to come to the gazebo. Gazebo? Since when has there been a gazebo here? She walked out and gazed at the addition of an outdoor patio and covered dining area. An odd little spark of humor rose up. A warm smile slowly grew on her face, the first smile of the night. Clearly Master had been busy, his endless energy and creativity focused on this time together. This dress was just another part of his game. “Oh well,” she thought out loud, “The only way to find out what he is up to is to go and see.”

  She chuckled softly and went in. She was taken back at what she saw. A table had been set in the Middle with fine china and crystal. A meal of steak, steamed asparagus, baked potato, and salad had been laid out on it. JD came in behind her. Aya’s heart could not help but swell at the sight of her Master, dressed just as incongruously as she, in a tuxedo, looking like a scene from some 50’s movie, beaming with pride and excitement as he stood, lord and Master of his domain. The table was set for two, and for the tiniest moment she hesitated, reluctant to believe that this place was for her. It was too familiar, in some ways too intimate.

  “Come my pet, please do me the pleasure of joining me in this dinner that I made for us.”

  Somehow his words only added to her confusion. Again she had this sense that this was not real, that she had stepped into an old movie. “Master, I don’t know what to say. This is so unusual for the two of us.”

  “Is it not proper for a Master to reward his pet for service above and beyond the call?” Aya almost lost control at those words, a negating scream of protest blanking out all thought. A dark and primitive howl, of ‘not good enough!’ shook through her. “Think of this as keeping your Master company, if nothing else.” This second sentence, saved her, anchored her, and reminded her that there was no option. This was required; her Master wished this of her. His wish was her very existence.

  But her doubts still echoed and she could not help but hope that somehow she could still retreat, hide in familiar rituals. “I would be honored to share your meal with you Master. Would you please sit so that I may kneel?” It was safer to kneel.

  Her heart sank as he walked to the chair opposite of the door and said to her, “No, tonight you sit at my table with me. We will eat in our opulence. That will please me much more, tonight, than having you at my feet.” Her Mind was awash with conflicted feelings; her whole soul screamed that she belonged at his feet. To sit, like this, facing him was wrong, disrespectful, and that she did not deserve it, could not deserve it, could never deserve it.

  Aya slammed the lid down on this self indulgence, forcing herself to smile, to nod, to speak in a soft pleasing manner. She sat down at the table and looked at the food spread out before her. It looked delicious.

  “I had no idea that you could cook, Master. It all looks so good.”

  JD replied, “I hope that you like it. I don’t get a chance to practice my skills that often. Actually, I took classes at a culinary school one time when I was bored and wanted something to do. Now, let’s eat while it’s still warm.”

  This was just another game, an act, a whim of her Master. But she did not know the rules of this game, did not know what exactly was expected of her. Again she had the strangest feeling like she was trapped inside of some movie. She ate the meal he had prepared for her with his own hands, feeling her heart soften again at his pride and enjoyment of this moment, this opportunity to give this to her.

  They chatted about things around the island. JD told her how pleased he was with her training of Faith. He told her it was going better than expected. Then he told her how much he enjoyed her pageant at the plaza. He couldn’t remember when he had so much fun with all of his pets. It continued on that way until the dinner was eaten. JD then excused himself for a moment. He left the gazebo and came back with a silver covered tray.

  “And now, my dear, desert for us. A decedent chocolate lava cake made by my own two loving hands.”

  Aya looked at him and asked, “Please sir, may this one humbly serve her beloved Master his desert and coffee?”

  JD set the cake on the table and nodded to her. She served him with the grace of all of her years of training and practice.

  When they finished, JD told her not to do anything with the dishes. They would be taken care of later.

  JD got up, took Aya’s hand, and walked her out to the patio in front of the outdoor kitchen. He opened a cabinet. Inside was a stereo that he turned on. As the music played softly, JD took Aya’s hand and asked her, “Dance with me my pet.”

  When he took her into his arms and asked her to dance, Aya found herself fighting tears. This was too much to be asked. She could hardly hear the music; her feet in the high heels teetered and stumbled. But it was not the shoes, it was as if her heart had disconnected with her body. She was stiff, wooden in his arms, her eyes anywhere but meeting his.

  JD s at her, kissed her, and said to her, “Relax and enjoy yourself. You are commanded to do so. Love me and please me.” Aya took the command to heart and started to relax. She loosened up. She let herself be pulled tighter into the dance. They danced for a couple more songs. JD kissed her and led her back into the house.

  With those words, Aya felt her spirit calm, a command, a precious command. Her Master had commanded her to love him, please him. This she could do. As she slowly melted against him, clinging to him, pressing her face against his chest, she wondered at that, how was this so different, so important? Why had adulation, rewards, even love been so hard to accept, but a command filled her heart with peace? She knew that what he commanded had already been freely given, had always been his, and would always be his. But without his commands, she felt lost, and oddly frightened.

  There was no doubt in her heart that she loved him. She could barely remember a time of her life when he had not owned her heart. It was more than a part of her. It was the foundation that all her strength pivoted on. She loved him more than life. And she never once questioned if he loved her. She had devoted her entire existence to warrant that love. Yet it seemed that the closer she came to fulfilling that goal, to ultimately gaining that level of perfect service to this man, her Master, the more elusive it had become. Each flaw, each error was becoming increasingly unendurable.

  The fact that he seemed to speak of love more and more often, and now this, this tangible demonstration of his feelings only served to stir up her doubts. It was a vicious cycle, one that had her head spinning. Again she slammed the lid down on her doubts, focusing on his last words to her, ‘love me, please me’, there was nothing left to do.

  When the slow waltz had drawn to a close and he had walked her into the house to the door to the playroom; the surreal game had finally drawn to a close. Aya felt her doubts melt away as if she had finally found her way from some strange and foreign place back to home

  Chapter 8

  When they went in, she saw the room was dark. JD ordered her to turn her back to him. As she did so, she felt a blindfold cover her eyes. JD gently turned her to face him and pressed her shoulders down, signaling that she should kneel. He kissed her forehead and left her there.

  She could feel a soft smile of happiness soften her features, a true smile. Here she knew the rituals, the expectations. Here she would feel the kiss of the whip, cane, strap, and all of the other toys she loved him to use on her. Here she knew that she could finally find the peace of confidence and perfection. And here she could accept his gifts, his touches. Her body was his, and if he
chose to give it pleasure, it was his right. Aya knew he reveled in his ability to bring her to the peaks of passion and she unreservedly surrendered to his hands. His hands, his commands, blindfold, the massage all prepared her, softened her, inflamed her.

  After a few minutes, she felt JD take her hand. He helped her up saying to her, “Now, I want you to slowly strip all of your clothes and jewelry off. I want you naked as the day you were born.” She did as she was asked and as she shed each of the garments she felt her body relax even more. JD took her hand and led her into the room a ways. He stopped her and told her to close her eyes. She did so and he removed the blindfold.

  “Open your eyes now, my pet and see what your Master has in store for you,” JD said to her.