Owning Her: Beautiful Domestic Discipline

by Susan Sass

  She crawled and knelt between my legs, her hands resting on her thighs. She bowed her head, saying: ‘Use me for your pleasure, Sir. Don’t consider me. Use me as an object. Fuck me like an animal. Spit on me and call me a bitch, a whore, or a cunt! Do what you want with me. All my holes are available for you to use as much as you want. I’J a total slut and should be treated as such by you.’

  I was impressed. This was a serious role-player, psycho-dramatist and exhibitionist. I hardly knew where to start. ‘That mouth,’ I thought, ‘that big sexy mouth has to be first.’ I stood and freed my prick from my underpants and let it, and my balls, slip out of the fly of my dark blue suit trousers. I jutted my prick over Leah’s face. I toyed with it, placing Leah’s fingers around its shaft and then lifted her chin up so that she could look at it.

  ‘Is it big enough, for a whore like you?’ I asked.

  ‘Ooh yes, Sir,’ she said, her voice trembling with excitement.

  ‘It’s... it’s... a beautiful cock, Sir, and your balls are so heavy and smooth. I can’t wait to pleasure you, Sir.’

  ‘Good, then show me what you can do with that big whore mouth of yours,’ I told her.

  ‘Suck on that dick.’

  Leah eased forward, her breasts, much heavier and more pendulous than I imagined they’d be, dangled over my thighs as her big pink lips engulfed the head of my dick. She was good at blowing, let me tell you. More and more of my prick disappeared into her mouth as her right hand fingers stroked the shaft and her left hand palmed my balls. I gasped as she swallowed and came back off, licking the tip of my prick as she stared into my eyes. She drooled over it like a porn star, trailing slime from her tongue to my prick and then licking it back off.

  ‘Mm, you fuckin nasty whore,’ I said, gripping her shiny black hair at the back, ‘suck that cock... suck it deep!’ She swallowed deep and I heard her gag a little as my prick hit her throat. Saliva streamed from the corners of her lips all down balls.

  ‘Clean me up with your tongue, you bad slut!’ I rebuked her.

  Leah looked up at me in a sexy, slavish, way. I pushed her head down again to my lap and felt her lap and lick my balls. When she’d finished I insisted she lick all the way up my prick. She did it slowly, all along the under-vein, until she’d reached the glans. We repeated the choking game several times and on the third pass, Leah puked for real. I held a plastic bucket, that was by the bed, under her face. She coughed a couple of times and a gush of milky vomit quarter-filled the bucket with a loud splosh.

  ‘Nasty whore, throwing up your disgusting puke in front of Sir that way...

  You’ll have to be punished.’ I told her.

  She looked at me. ‘I know I will, Sir. I apologize for puking like a pig.’

  I wiped her lips with some tissues.

  ‘Thank you, Sir,’ she said, then asked me: ‘What form might my punishment take, Sir?’

  I stood up and removed all my clothes. Naked now, I came over to Leah and sat her on the edge of the bed. I leaned over her, her head lolling backwards on the white silk duvet. My balls dangled over her chin and I slapped her face with my erection, side to side, very fast and hard. Pat-pat-pat! She obviously loved this treatment, I could see by her excited brown eyes. Without warning, I plunged the head of my dick in and mouth-fucked her very hard whilst resting my ass-cheeks on her big black melons, pulling her head against my groin.

  ‘Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!’ Leah gasped as I throat-fucked her, quite ruthlessly, as she’d requested.

  ‘Come on you fuckin whore, suck that dick!’ I yelled.

  ‘Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!’

  ‘Get it down your throat, go on, you slut!’

  ‘Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!’

  I took my cock out after a while and wiped the slime on the shaft over her sexy lips. She licked it all off and swallowed it as I verbally abused her. ‘That’s it you cheap whore, clean that dick!’ I was high on the game we were playing. Leah thanked me for using her mouth as ‘a vagina’ and I stood and told her to get on the bed with me. I knelt, facing the bed head and used my hands to part my ass-cheeks really wide.

  ‘Rim me!’ I told her.

  ‘Yes, Sir, of course I will,’ said Leah.

  I felt her get into position, behind me. ‘May I begin, Sir?’ she asked.

  ‘Yes, slut... get your tongue right in my asshole, you got that?’

  ‘Of course, Sir,’ Leah agreed. ‘I’J a worthless, needy, greedy, trash bag. I’J a dirty black whore, with three fuck-holes. I know my place, Sir.’ I was amazed at how much verbal degradation turned Leah on. You never can tell with anyone, no matter how ignorant, or how intelligent they are; how they’ll be, sexually, until you see them intensely excited... their soul bared to you in all its visceral glory.

  ‘Mm,’ I groaned as Leah’s tongue found my sphincter. Felt like a little finger probing my ring. I yelled ‘Oh yes, you fuckin’ whore!’ as I felt its slimy tip go in deep, rasping my asshole open and plunging deep inside. When she sucked on my hole, I screamed, ‘Oh, you dirty cunt!’ My insides were washed out with her spit. Leah was an animal, a frenzied creature with a raging desire to please. She was proving to be obsessively highly-sexed and really nasty.

  ‘Mm…’ she moaned as she rimmed me again and again.

  ‘Mm…Mm…Mm…’

  ‘Okay you whore, that’s enough,’ I said, after I’d been reamed to the point of soreness. ‘I don’t wanna get my asshole prolapsed.’

  I lay on my back, on the bed, pumping my cock with my right hand. Leah eyed it greedily. ‘Put those udders around my cock and tit-fuck me,’ I ordered. Leah thrust her floppers around my balls and I soon saw my cock protruding up from between her immense cleavage. It looked like salami on rye.

  ‘Suck it, you nasty slut!’ I said.

  Immediately, Leah’s big doughnut-shaped lips took the head in and I felt her warm wetness once more. I guided her, by pulling on her hair at the back and forcing my cock deeper and deeper into her throat. She gagged and struggled for air. Her hands came up and I slapped them down, saying: ‘Uh-Uh, no hands! Only use that big mouth of yours.’ I held her nose and kept her there, my prick momentarily choking her. After an agonizing wait, I removed my cock and let her breathe again. She panted and drooled mucus down her chin as she regained her breath.

  ‘Oh Sir,’ said Leah, ‘that was intense. Thank you, Sir.’

  ‘Come up here,’ I told her.

  Leah came level with my face. Her udders filled my hands and I tugged on the ultra-stiff nipples. ‘S-s-h-h-h!’ she moaned as the pain and pleasure hit her, simultaneously. I grabbed her neck and strangled her a little.

  She clearly really loved it rough. Leah cried out. ‘Please Sir, I humbly ask you to spit on my face.’

  ‘Beg for it,’ I told her.

  Her eyes were wide, filled with lust. ‘I so want you to spit on my face, Sir,’ she replied.

  Leah closed her eyes and opened her mouth as wide as she could make it. It was huge sexy cavern. Her tongue lolled out of it. I leaned over her and spat an explosive wad of saliva all over her face, then another right into her trap. I yelled ‘Swallow it, you fuckin slut!’ and saw her throat contract as she gulped the spit-wad down moments later.

  ‘You’re a nasty whore,’ I complimented her.

  ‘Thank you, Sir,’ she replied.

  I leaned in and we kissed, our tongues searching and probing. My hands tugged at her breasts, crushing them. I smacked them across the nipples and batted them about, making them bounce. Leah squealed with desire as I did it.

  Using the cuffs hanging there, I secured Leah's wrists. She knelt there on the bed with her ass facing me, waiting for my next decision. I reached down and fingered her pussy. It dripped with love nectar as my fingers sloshed about. A loud ‘Oh-Oh!’ came from Leah’s lips as I found her g-spot. I said ‘You randy fuckin whore!’ as I jabbed two, then three, then eventually four fingers, inside her. I could feel her heat as the pink lining of her cunt gripped my fingers like a rubber glove. I
spat on her asshole and probed it until I had a couple of fingers inside it. I jabbed together and felt my other hand in her cunt, in a tight and violent DP. Leah screamed as I worked on both her holes. I realized then that we were deviant counterparts.

  Without telling Leah, I slipped on a condom on and pressed my dick into her soaking cunt. The generous brown sex-lips opened for me and I jammed my cock into its pink interior, until my balls slapped against her clit. It felt good and I thrust into her, again and again, like a bull. Leah appreciated my moves and yelled more and more filthy (submissive) obscenities the more aroused she became.

  My dick went in and out like a piston. I danced with her, pulled her curvy booty towards and smacked her dangly boobs that hung down against the bed. I made her cry and moan each time I slapped them. I probed her asshole again, getting two fingers in, right up to the knuckles, twisting them around. Her howls of delight were an inspiration.

  Not long after I felt my orgasm approaching, a delicious twinge in the balls telling me it was almost there. I pulled my cock out and slipped off the saturated condom and threw it down on in front of Leah, on the pillow. I quickly turned her around, the chains on the cuffs rattling and clinking. I straddled her shoulders, using her breasts as pillows and jacked myself off, right over her face. She was breathing hard through her mouth as she opened it and put her tongue out for me as a nice pink target. I yelled ‘Ah fuck! Take it you whore! Take it all!’ as I spurted the first arc of semen over her shiny black skin. Many more followed and in a few moments her face was spattered with pearly beads of spunk. I kept whacking-off, dribbling the last few globules onto her tongue. I groaned ‘Oh, you beautiful whore!’ before I pushed my leaking cock deep into her mouth. Her doughnut lips closed over it and she sucked long and hard to milk it of everything it had. When I was done, I took it from her lips and wiped it over the tips of her breasts, leaving them shiny.

  I looked down and shoved two fingers in her mouth and she sucked them. I decided to play a little sadistic game. I took my fingers out of her mouth and then fingered my (still moist) asshole with them. I removed them and pushed them back into her mouth. ‘Mm,’ she groaned cleaning them with her lips and tongue. I smiled at her antics.

  ‘Is there nothing you won’t do?’ I asked Leah, stroking her face.

  She looked up at me. ‘I’ve not found my limits yet, Sir and sometimes I’J scared by my perverted desires.’

  ‘You feel out of control, you mean?’ I asked.

  ‘Yeah, I know. That’s cool, but some of these kinky desires I have are truly wild and scary, Sir.’

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  Chapter 2

  You obviously want to know what I whispered to Leah in chapter one, don’t you? Okay, I’ll tell you. I suggested pumping her pussy. Leah had mentioned that she’d bought some kit via the Net. She fetched it from her closet and I pumped her hard, drawing her vulva up high into the vacuum tube of the device and giving her a huge brown ‘dome’ that was ultra sensitive to the merciless fucking she got, after I’d bloated it. We decided, after the fuck, that pussy pumping would be a regular part of our play from now on.

  Following that first amazing session, Leah and I got to know each other very well over the succeeding months, and we started to go down that intimate road that all sincere fetish relationships take – the shared secrets, the little knowing glances in public places. The intuition part is the best, isn’t it? The way you just sense what the other person will get turned on by, no matter how kinky, or perverse it might seem. I love adventurous, intuitive women, I truly do.

  I’ll give you an example. Leah phoned me one afternoon, at my office.

  ‘Sir,’ she said, softly, ‘I just masturbated.’

  ‘That’s nice,’ I said; then I asked: ‘What did you think about?’

  ‘Well Sir,’ she said, her voice trembling, ‘you... you bound my tits with rope, soft white rope... you did it really tight, you did it so hard they looked like a couple of big swollen balloons.’

  ‘Mm, very cool, I can imagine it...’ I said, ‘...Carry on.’

  ‘Well, after you’d bound my boobs, you made me bend over a chair and you lubed my asshole first and then fucked it, quite brutally... going in real deep with your cock... pushing some shit back up... telling me how dirty and depraved I was... spanking my big black ass as you used me like a total anal whore.’

  ‘You ARE a total anal whore!’ I said, laughing.

  ‘I know I am, Sir,’ Leah agreed. ‘I’J so pleased you made me your dirty little bitch.’

  ‘I think you appointed yourself, darling,’ I said.

  ‘I’J such a needy nympho, huh, Sir?’

  ‘Yes you are: How about I come around this evening and we have a session?’

  ‘I’d be honored, Sir.’

  ‘I’ve got some kinky ideas that I want to try out with you. My balls need emptying, too.’

  ‘Mm, let me help you empty them, Sir; please, will you?’

  I laughed: ‘If you earn the privilege, you greedy slut.’

  ‘Thank you, Sir,’ she replied, ‘I’d love you to use me this evening. I can’t wait to suck your big hard cock, thank you for the opportunity.’

  ‘You like my cock, don’t you?’

  ‘Oh yes, Sir, your prick looks so beautiful going in and out of my ass, or my cunt. Chocolate and cream is a great combination, huh, Sir?’

  ‘Perfect,’ I said.

  ‘I’ll be at your place, at eight,’ I told her. ‘Be naked and collared when I get there, okay slut?’

  ‘Of course I will, Sir,’ she confirmed. ‘Mm...Naked and collared just sounds so horny when you say it with that deep voice of yours, Sir.

  Slut sounds pretty good, too.’

  The day rushed by and my head was filled with randy and emotional thoughts about Leah, my hypersexual ebony slut. I genuinely had feelings for her, as she had for me. We had a great social life at that time, going out together quite often to: plays, opera, concerts, jazz and rock gigs and so forth. Aside from the kinky side to our relationship, if you’d seen us both out together in Frisco, you would’ve thought we were a regular loved-up couple, which of course we were, albeit with a very deviant centre to our sex lives.

  Leah had left the front door of her apartment open for me. I got there at eight, went in and closed the door, softly. Leah was in her boudoir, kneeling, head bowed, hair pinned up, completely nude, apart from a leather collar with a shiny steel ring in its front centre, and a pair of red high-heeled shoes. I stood over her and lifted her chin with my right hand. Her completely lustful expression told me that we were in for a wild time. She had that use-me-I’J-an-out-of-control-nympho look in her eyes.

  My prick jerked awake and stiffened.

  ‘Hello Sir,’ she said, looking up. I complimented her on her make-up and especially her sexy doughnut lips that she’d glossed pink.

  ‘Does my choice of music please you, Sir?’ she asked.

  I tilted my head. Softly, in the background, I heard the strains of Puccini’s ‘Tosca,’ throbbing away. She knew I love it.

  ‘Nice touch,’ I said.

  What a bright girl Leah was, great at scene setting, as always.

  I liked the fact that she busted most of the usual African- American stereotypes. She hardly ever listened to rap, or R n B and she hated the inherent sexism and homophobia that she told me was rampant in the whole gangsta music scene. We had a lot of laughs at how clownish many of the so-called ‘nigga rappers’ came across, with what she de
scribed as their ‘urban tribal dependence on sports clothes as a uniform,’ their ‘tedious finger gestures’ and constant referrals to women as ‘bitches and ho’s.’ Peculiar, you might think, seeing as how Leah and I indulged in a lot of degrading language when we played together. We spoke about this a few times and I remember her lawyer-like riposte when she said. ‘If I want someone I like, such as you, Sir, to call me a bitch, or a whore, or a cunt, that’s my choice. I don’t want Snoop Dog, or some street nigga imitating him, saying it to me as if it’s his right to treat women as inferiors. I hate that. Those assholes can all fuck off and die!’

  ‘That’s the Chris Rock argument,’ I said, referring to the hilarious black comedian’s stand-up routine.