Owning Her: Beautiful Domestic Discipline

by Susan Sass

  But this was taking the relationship in a whole new direction she never thought it would go. “So again, let me get this straight. You told this man, this stranger, that I will give him a blow job so your debt can be cleared.”

  Through out the car ride home and going to bed he begs Darlene and pleads with her to consider the alternative. Even goes as far as boosting her ego with how great at it she was. They even have sex almost as soon as they get home, the whole time JT telling her how great of a lover she was and how beautiful she was. Truth was, for her, the only thing that got her off during the sex was the thought of being with another man, a mystery man that she had never met. The idea intrigued her but she wasn’t about to let JT know this. Finally she agreed to it, because after all JT was her fiancé and she must honor her man… No matter how stupid he was.

  After a while the time came to met with this man. JT had set up everything for her so she didn’t have to do anything. Unfortunately she wished she hadn’t done that. JT put her up in a room at the nastiest hotel in the city. As she walked along the corridor to the room, alone, drug dealers and pimps stood in the door ways of their own rooms and watched her as she quickly opened the door to her own room and lock the door behind her. Once inside she calls JT.

  “You know, you could have at least picked a better hotel, JT. This place is a dump!” She said as she looked around the room.

  “I know baby, but you’re not going to be there for very long. Remember just do the best you can. And if you dress sexy then you might get him so turned on he might pop quickly.” JT said to her. She looked at the outfit her got for her and the makeup he purchased for her and sighed.

  “Really?” She said exasperated as she held up the shorts. “These are two sizes too small!”

  “I know!” JT said chucking. “They will show off your ass. I can’t wait to see you in them.”

  She smiled and said her goodbyes to him and hung up. She quickly got in the shower and washed off and began getting ready. She applied the makeup that JT supplied for her and the clothes. After she was done she looked in the mirror. She didn’t even recognize herself. Dark eye shadow, heavy mascara and eyeliner, bright pink lipstick and her hair pulled up in pigtails to keep it out of her face as she did the deed. She approved of the hair and makeup but the outfit was just stupid. A black and white leopard print hoodie that was too small, a pair of black shorts that were also too small and barely covered her ass, a pair of high heeled black boots and the image was complete. She looked like a whore. She frowned. It wasn’t the look she was hoping for but she was able too pull it off none the less. She took a picture of herself in the mirror and thought at least now she had something to share in the sexual escapades contest her friends always had.

  Darlene sat down on the bed and waited. She wasn’t sure if she could go through with this. All kinds of wild ideas ran through her head and the more she thought about it, the more her fear set in. She jumped when a text came through on her phone. She picked up her phone and looked at it.

  “What is the room number? –Steph” How the hell did he get her cell number? “I’m going to kill JT when I get home!” she muttered to herself as she quickly texted Steph with 212 as the room number. She paced around the room nervously as she waited for Steph to show up. Her anger at JT’s idiocy grew the more she thought about him giving this stranger her cell number. What kind of man would do that to their fiancé, she thought? But soon her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of knocking at the door. Nervously she went to the door and cracked it open to peak outside. A tall muscular man was standing outside and looked at her with cold dark eyes.

  “Are you Darlene?” he said in a deep voice.

  “Are you Steph?” She asked in return. He nodded and she opened the door the rest of the way to let him inside.

  Darlene’s awe of this man must have been apparent because he walked passed her with a smug look on his face. She only came up to his chest in height which was intimidating enough. He wore a black t-shirt that was tight against his broad shoulders and muscular chest, black pants and black boots. He was tanned and had short dark hair that was well groomed. Something she wasn’t used to seeing anymore. As he walked by she noticed him carrying a large black duffle bag.

  “What’s the bag for?” She asked as she shut and locked the door.

  “Oh, it a few things I didn’t want to leave in the car while I was up here.” He said as he set it down on the table near by. “You didn’t choose the best place to take care of this debt.” He looked at her up and down.

  “I didn’t pick this place, JT did.” She said as she looked away. Steph looked around as if he was contemplating her words and nodded. “Yeah, this would be something he would pick.” He said. He unzipped a pocket on the bag and pulled out a camcorder. After turning it on he pointed it at her and began talking. “Ok this is the slut that is going to blow me to buy off her fucktard boyfriend who owes me money. Say hi Darlene.”

  Darlene just stood there and watched him settle down into a chair still pointing the camera at her. “Is that necessary? I don’t want to be recorded.” She said as she fidgeted with the string to her hoodie.

  Steph looked away from the view finder and looked at her coldly. “I didn’t ask and it hardly up to you what I do. Besides do you want evidence to prove that you honored the agreement?” Steph said as he stared at her. Darlene was stunned. She didn’t know how to answer that. How was she going to prove that she held her end of the bargain? “Now, say hi Darlene.”

  Nervously she waved at the camera and smiled weakly. She didn’t like this. It was bad enough that she had to do something sexual with a total stranger. I was even worse to have the man record her doing it. Another thing that was making this particularly hard for her was that he was so handsome. If he was an ugly man maybe she could feel pity for him and her nerves wouldn’t be so shot.

  “Good girl.” He said mockingly at the camera. “Alright show me what you can do.”

  Steph settled back in the chair and motioned for her to come to him. Slowly she stepped up to him.

  “Well?” He said impatiently. “My cock isn’t going to suck itself. Get it out and show me how good you really are.”

  Darlene got down on her knees and unbuckled his belt and undid his pants. He helped pulled them down leaving him with a pair of black underwear. With shaking hands she pulled the elastic band down to reveal his cock. Panic started to set in because she realized something she hadn’t considered until now. What if this man was larger than JT? Even at this stage this man still kind of soft was already larger that JT. She looked up at him only to find the camera was in her face. She reached for his cock and encircled her fingers around it. His cock twitched at her touch which made her jump. This move didn’t go unnoticed.

  “What is wrong with you, girl, afraid of my cock?” Steph taunted her, laughing. Mustering up as much of her courage as she could, she looked beyond the camera and at him, directly. “No, I’ve taken on guys much larger than you.” She lied, hoping her rouse wouldn’t be found out. But to her dismay he only laughed.

  “Maybe so but were you any good to keep them?” He laughed as he sat up and got in her face. “No, apparently not if you’re with that greasy weasel of a loser you call a boyfriend.” He sat back and lounged in the chair presenting his cock to her again and motioned for her to proceed.

  This angered Darlene. How dare he act so smug to her? It didn’t matter to her that she lied in the first place but to insult her in such a way was just wrong. She looked down at his cock which had grown to almost it full length. Oh yeah, he would be the largest she’s ever seen in person and she will have to go down on it.

  One of her all time favorite fantasies was to have a man take her and do things to her that she never dreamed of asking JT to do to her. And now she sat on her knees in front of the most intimidating man she ever been around and she was about to fulfill only a part of her fantasy. Now that it was happening she felt so unsure of herself. Remembering all t
he nice things JT had said to her about her skills she descended down onto his cock with her opened mouth.

  She barely got halfway down his shaft before the head hit a comfortable part of her throat. She feared going down on him any further out of fear of choking. She wiggled her tongue against his tip and suck on him. He grunted as she did so and it boosted her resolve to continue. He put his hand on the back of her head and pushed her forcefully down further onto his cock. She fought him choking on his cock until he let go. Throwing her head back she glared at him.

  “Don’t do that again. I don’t need to put up with that!” She hissed at him but he only laughed at her. But even though he was laughing at her she could tell his patience was diminishing.

  “I thought you were supposed to be some expert at blow jobs.” Steph said mocking her. “Prove it then, because so far…I’m not impressed.”

  Darlene just glared at him and began again. She quickened her speed of her strokes up and down his shaft but not the depth. She tried to flick her tongue against the head but found it hard to do because of the size. Again he pushed her head down onto his cock, thrusting into the back of her throat, threatening to choke her as she fought to pull her head away. He let her go again and she fell backwards coughing and gasping for air. Darlene got up and began gathering up her belongings. She had had enough. She didn’t need to take this kind of crap from an asshole like this guy.

  “Where do you think you’re going?” Steph asked.

  “I’m leaving. I don’t need to put up this kind of crap from anyone, especially a sleazy jerk like you! ” She said angrily as she crammed her clothes into a bag not even looking up at him. “You will get your money instead, even if I had to borrow it from someone else. I’d rather do that instead of dealing with this demeaning mistreatment!”

  “Demeaning mistreatment?” He repeated. He too was going through his own bag. Good maybe he will leave instead, she thought as she continued to pack. She walked up to the bathroom mirror and pulled the pig tails out of her blond hair and shook her hair out. She threw her hair forward and ran her hands through her hair and begun shaking it upside down. When she threw her hair back as she stood up Steph was standing behind her. She only stared at him, too shocked to struggle, as he grabbed a handful of her hair, pulled her to his chest and put a knife to her throat. She froze as her eyes fell from his calm face in the mirror, then to the cold blade held firmly to her throat.

  “No. It’s not money I want from you.” He said softly, a calm voice coming from this man who was pulling her closer to him as he spoke, scaring her more than if he was screaming hysterically at her. “I wanted a blow job as I was promised. But now I want more. See, I will get my payment out of you, whether you like it or not.”

  Chapter 2

  Steph yanked Darlene’s hair to the side making her head jerk to the side, exposing her neck. Their eyes were locked onto one another through the mirror. With the knife at her throat he lowered his lips to her upturned ear and without looking away he calmly spoke to her. “You are mine now. There is no walking away from here without my payment.” With an evil grin he watched the look on her face change from shock to fear. It was a subtle change but it was enough reaction for him to continue. “You could have just gotten away with just giving me a blow job, as we agreed to, even though you were completely terrible at it. But if you were able to make me cum with your mouth then the arrangement would have been fulfilled.” Steph stopped to smell her hair. The slightly move from him sent chills down her spine as Darlene watched in horror at the man in the mirror. “But instead you forfeited that agreement. Then tried to offer me money to take care of the debt?… No, I have plenty of money. That isn’t why I’m here, so if you thought sucking my cock was demeaning mistreatment, things are about to get a whole lot worse for you.”

  Steph turned Darlene and dragged her to the bed still holding on to her hair. Darlene staggered along with him as he pushed her face down onto the bed, letting go of her as she was thrown. Darlene scurried away from as he watched her but he didn’t make any move. He just stood there and watched her. Darlene was confused because of the look on his face. It wasn’t anger or even a manic expression. Rather a look of contemplation as what to do next.

  “You really haven’t been with very many men have you?” He asked quietly.

  Darlene only stared at him, unsure how to answer. She huddled in the corner of the bed furthest away from him against the wall. She was afraid, more afraid than she had ever been in her life. She didn’t know what to do. Then she thought about screaming for help but who would come to help her? More guys who would do worse than he’s done so far…she thought. The only people she saw around the hotel were pimps and drug dealers. She could call 9-1-1 but as soon as she thought of the idea, her heart sank, as she realized her phone sat on the table right behind him. He stood in front of her at the foot of the bed and folding his arms across his chest.

  But the worst thing about all this was she couldn’t keep her eyes off of him. He was the total opposite of JT. Everything about this man was dark and mysterious, where as anyone could just look at JT and see he was stupid. Thinking back to her little fantasy she had before, Darlene began to wonder if she had lost her mind for even thinking such a thing. Her dream was beautiful and romantic but this was dark, ugly and terrifying. As she watched Steph standing there looking at her his arms folded across his broad chest, his voice caught her attention.

  “I asked you a question.” He said calmly but with a firm voice. “I expect an answer, now.”

  “No,” she said quietly looking away from him.

  “What?” He said with a slightly raised voice. “Speak up and speak properly to me. You will address me as Sir, got it? Now again, answer.” Steph turned away from her and rummaged through the duffle bag and picked something up, but Darlene couldn’t see what it was. Confused as to how to answer a humiliating question as that she answered in the only way she could think of.

  “No and fuck off, Sir!” She snapped. Steph just chuckled, which made her regret her answer and fear the outcome even more. He turned to her revealing what was in his hands. A roll of duct tape held in one hand and the end of the tape in the other. He pulled the end from the roll leaving a length dangling free and slapped it against the wall beside him at the foot of the bed, the whole time grinning and staring at Darlene.

  Before Darlene could even react, Steph jumped onto the bed at Darlene and grabbed her ankles then pulled her to the foot of the bed. Darlene screamed and tried to scramble away but he was on top of her just as quick. Grabbing her flailing arms he held her wrists together over her head and got within inches of her face.

  “Stop screaming or I’ll smother you with a pillow!” he said again just as calmly as before. Darlene did as she was told and stared wildly at him. Steph sat up took the duct tape off the wall and wound it around her wrists over her head.

  “Steph, why are you doing this?” She pleaded. Steph snapped off the tape once he was satisfied with her binding and sighed.

  “I told you. I’m going to get my payment out of you, one way or another.” He said smugly. He got up off of her and went back to the bag. Darlene’s only thought was to get away. She quickly rolled off the bed and on to her feet but fell to her knees because of the momentum of the roll. Desperately she tried to gain her footing but it was too late. Steph quickly grabbed her by her hair and throat and pulled her up. Barely able to touch the ground with her the tips of her toes, she tried to scream but it was choked off by the firm grip of his hand. Steph looked at her straight in the eyes which made her freeze in terror. Something about the look in his eyes captivated her. It still wasn’t the look of a crazed madman looking for some cheap thrill. Rather now it was cold and calculating. It wasn’t the same look he had when he first came in; the look of a man gauging his surroundings. He let go of her throat and Darlene came down onto her feet gasping for air. Steph reached behind him to the large knife in the table and presented it, blade up in front of Darlene
’s face, making her shrink from him in fear. Slowly he lowered the knife to her throat, running the tip of the blade down between her breasts, just hard enough to get her attention but nothing else.

  “If you were smart, and I do think that you are, it would be wise of you to do as I say and not do that again.” He said. “I’m pretty good with knife but it’s possible I could slip...you never know.” Now he was taunting her and she knew it.

  Steph threw her onto the bed then got on top of her pushing her arms over her head. He again slid the blade from her throat slowly down to her belly. He slipped the blade under the hoodie and sliced the fabric. She gasped as she felt the cut. This seemed to delight Steph and place the knife at his side. With both hands he ripped the hoodie down the middle exposing her bra and heaving breasts. The sheer force made her shriek in terror. He slowly reached for the knife again and went to finish ripping the tattered shirt off of her but fear got the best of her. She thrashed back and forth begging for him to stop. A hard slap was delivered across her face and she became still.