Owning Her: Beautiful Domestic Discipline

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by Susan Sass


  Leah called me at work, at lunchtime. Her voice was urgent and filled with intensity. ‘Sir,’ she said, ‘can you possibly get over to my office, late this afternoon? I have a scenario that I’J sure will interest you.’

  ‘Well,’ I replied, ‘yes, darling, I can see you. But you do realize that Sir will have to punish you, severely, for making a demand on him like this.’

  ‘Of course Sir,’ Leah replied, ‘I fully understand the line I’ve crossed, but it’s important to me that you oblige me, Sir. Please I need you to help me.’ She sounded unusual, urgent, lacking her usual dignity.

  ‘Okay,’ I said, ‘I’ll indulge you, but don’t make a habit of it, alright slut?’

  ‘No Sir,’ she said, ‘I won’t. I promise.’

  I turned up at the offices of her law firm at 04:00 p.J. Leah’s cute blonde PA showed me into a spacious, book-lined, office. Leah greeted me at the door as if I were a client, totally formal, hand shake and all. I admired Leah’s role-playing abilities a lot and I often joked with her that if she hadn’t taken up the law as a profession she would’ve made a fine stage actress. When we were alone I looked at her as she sat behind her huge oak desk and asked: ‘Alright sweetness, what’s this scenario you’ve got in mind?’

  ‘Sir,’ she said respectfully, ‘You know those stupid rap videos we’ve see on MTV, those booty ones, where they have all these black, white and Latina chicks shaking their butts at those arrogant rappers?’

  I smiled at her. ‘Yeah sure,’ I said, ‘we’ve had a good laugh at that stuff, but what’s it gotta do with us?’

  Leah raised an eyebrow and said: ‘Well, Sir, I wanna do that for you, here and now. Display myself like a cheap nigga-ho, for your pleasure.’

  ‘Don’t call yourself that, not even in a joke!’ I told her.

  She grinned. ‘Why not, Sir?’ she asked.

  ‘You can’t go there, sweetness,’ I said.

  Leah pouted. ‘But, I so wanna do it; I really do, Sir... just for kicks.’

  I sighed. ‘Well, I suppose we’ve tried just about everything else that’s taboo. I guess it won’t do any harm.

  Are you sure you wanna do this?’

  ‘Yes Sir,’ Leah said, ‘the idea’s been making me horny all day. Feel my cunt and find out.’

  Leah was wearing her usual lawyer two-piece dark blue jacket and skirt, white blouse, dark stockings and low-heeled black shoes. I went around the desk and she splayed her legs for me and showed me she wasn’t wearing underwear; emerging from her pussy and asshole was the combined rubber tail (attached to a hand pump, dangling down) of a black inflatable (double-headed) dildo that she said she recently bought from an Internet supplier.

  I laughed. ‘Have you been wearing that thing whilst you’ve had clients in here?’

  ‘Uh-huh,’ she said, nodding. ‘I’ve had two orgasms already this afternoon. This thing is amazing. It’s like being double-penetrated for ages and ages!’

  ‘How big have you made it?’ I asked.

  ‘HUGE!’ Leah admitted. ‘As big as both of the plugs will go.’

  I grinned. ‘Thought you might do that, you nasty fuckin whore!’

  I watched as Leah let the inflatable down and the air rushed from it with a loud hiss. She dragged the two rubber plugs from her cunt and asshole with a loud groan and lots of lube and sex-juice oozed out. She dropped the entire device into a bucket of soapy water, under her desk. ‘Mm, I love you, you filthy slut!’ I whispered. We kissed and I fondled Leah’s pussy lips, fingering inside afterwards. It was as slimy as a snail trail in there. She was in full nympho mode and I knew that nothing would stop my beautiful ebony lecher until her lusts had been fully satiated.

  ‘Okay, so it’s nigga-ho time, let’s get it on, baby!’ I joked.

  ‘Of course, Sir,’ Leah said, nodding, looking at me in a wild wanton way. I loved that look, as I knew it meant extreme action would soon follow.

  ‘Oh, just one thing,’ I asked. ‘Am I supposed to be a client of this nigga-ho you’ll be playing?’

  ‘Yeah, that’s it, Sir,’ said Leah, ‘imagine this is my crib and where I do my thing.’

  I asked: ‘Is it safe to do this in here?’

  ‘Not really, Sir,’ Leah replied, ‘but when did that stop us?’

  I smiled. ‘Right,’ I told her, ‘I want all your clothes off, bitch! Right now! Do it!’

  Leah slinked over to her office door and locked it from the inside. She leaned over her desk and said to her PA through an intercom - ‘Angie, no calls for one hour, okay?’

  The PA’s voice came back: ‘Sure Miss Williams, I’ll make sure you’re not disturbed.’

  I looked at Leah and asked: ‘Does your PA know what’s going on between us?’

  ‘Of course, Sir,’ Leah said, ‘she’s a former lover of mine, didn’t I tell you?’

  ‘No, but you mentioned a skinny white girl once,’ I said.

  ‘Yeah, that’s Angie,’ Leah said. ‘We broke up just before you and I met.’

  ‘Why’d you break up?’

  ‘She got married to Andrew, one of the partners here.’

  ‘Isn’t it awkward, working around each other?’

  ‘No. Angie’s one of the coolest chicks you could meet, she’s totally open. We still occasionally have sex, when Andrew’s away, or sometimes in this very office, on that sofa over there. That’s seen a lot of girl-on-girl action, has that piece of furniture.’

  ‘I’d like to watch you both in action, sometime,’ I said.

  ‘Mm!’ Leah said with a sly grin. ‘You’d wanna join in and fuck us both, wouldn’t you, Sir?’

  ‘Probably,’ I replied.

  Leah explained: ‘Angie’s like me, totally bisexual, but whereas I’d happily go for a threesome, she prefers one on one sex with women. She told me that once.’

  ‘Maybe she’d change her mind, if you asked her nicely,’ I said.

  Leah smiled. ‘You fancy Angie, don’t you, Sir?’

  ‘Yeah,’ I said, ‘she’s hot... very pretty.’

  Leah frowned. ‘You think she’s prettier than me, Sir?’

  I knew where this was going. ‘No, you’re both pretty and both very desirable,’ I said.

  Leah wouldn’t let it go. ‘Who is prettier, Sir, Angie or me?’

  ‘YOU are,’ I said.

  ‘Cool,’ said Leah, ‘now Sir, I’J gonna be your bitch.’

  Chapter 4

  She draped herself over the desk and drawled, ‘Why, hi sugar, what’s your preference, you like tastin' a little chocolate, huh?’

  ‘Shut up and get naked!’ I said.

  ‘Mm, sure sugar, you're intense! I can see you like it rough, don’t ya?’

  ‘Yeah and while I’J paying, you'll do exactly what you’re told, huh, you fuckin slut!’

  ‘Cool, sugar, this little nigga-ho’s gonna give you a great time, anything you want this bitch to do... she’ll do.’

  Leah stripped slowly, undoing her white cotton blouse and throwing it down on the floor, then unclipping her white bra behind her back and letting it fall away. ‘Mm sugar,’ she asked, juggling her boobs in both hands, ‘you like big black titties like these, huh?’

  I nodded.

  Leah jiggled her huge breasts about, coming closer, bouncing them up and down in my face. I slapped the left one hard across its chocolate tip and she screeched ‘Ouch!’ She pouted at me and said, ‘Ooh... you like hurting bitches, don’t ya, sugar? I can tell.’

  I smiled and said, ‘Yeah I do. Now show me the rest of the goods, you fuckin ho!’

  Leah stood back and slithered out of the dark blue skirt she was wearing and finally her panties came off and she handed them to me. I sniffed the crotch and got a whiff of her feminine aroma and my cock hardened in my suit pants. Leah noticed I was aroused and glided over to me, her entire body shimmying and gyrating. I looked down at her shoes, those very conventional work shoes, and I said: ‘Are you fuckin’ kidding me? Get some serious hooker shoes on, you slack bitch!�
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  I slapped Leah’s face a couple of times, whilst gripping her wrists in front of her. She groaned as I did it, finally telling me: ‘Sugar, I got a pair you’ll like, let me put em on.’ I kicked her booty hard and sent her flying across the room to the closet. She crouched and I saw her slipping something onto her feet. ‘There sugar,’ she said, standing before me, ‘is that more like it?’ She stood there in front of me, teetering on four-inch platforms, gaudy pink things with Perspex soles and thin ankle straps. They just looked so damned kitsch... but also very horny, considering the play. They gave Leah’s curvaceous booty and thighs a nice lift.

  ‘Yeah,’ I told her, ‘that’s better, now show me what you got, you slut.’

  Leah came to the desk and bent double over it, pan-caking her boobs out on its shiny surface. She wiggled her booty and held it apart with both hands, her long red-nails digging into the soft black skin.

  ‘You wanna taste this nigga-ho’s pussy, sugar. Dudes tell me that it’s real sweet.’

  I knelt and lapped at her cunt for a while, making her squeal and moan. ‘Oh sugar, I never knew you cracker’s could eat pussy so bad. You BAD at it; any bitch ever tell you that?’ she asked.

  I laughed. ‘Yeah,’ I said, ‘I like chocolate pussy... you fuckin skanky ho... even yours!’

  When I flicked my tongue into her asshole she yelled: ‘Damn! You is a BAD mother-fucker! For a honky, sugar, you sure is nasty... eating my ass that way! This nigga-ho likes it nasty, though, so keep on eating my ass.’ A deep groan came from her lips as I sucked her entire hole and held it there for a long lingering moment. Leah’s love of anal play was an obsession that I thoroughly encouraged.

  After the rimming I went to kiss Leah. She stopped me and said, ‘Sugar, I don’t normally kiss my John’s, but as you’ve eaten my black ass so nice, I’ll let you.’ Our mouths met in a sublime rush and I felt up every part of Leah's naked body.

  ‘Sugar,’ she said after the kiss, ‘you all excited. Your pecker’s like a god-damned horn. Let me free him up, huh?’

  I sat down in a swivel chair and dropped my trousers and underpants to my knees. When Leah spotted my prick standing up, she threw up her hands in mock surprise and said: ‘Mm, sugar, any nigga'd be proud to own a dick like that! Fuckin well-hung crackers - what’s the world coming to?’

  Leah pushed her huge tits onto my mouth, one at a time. I chewed and suckled for ages, my cock almost bursting as she handled it. ‘Mmmmmmmm! You a big-tit man if ever I saw one, sugar... ain’t you?’ she said.

  I nodded in agreement.

  After a lot of tit-sucking indulgence, I fumbled in my bag and pulled out a pair of steel cloverleaf clamps and waved them in front of Leah’s delighted eyes. ‘What the fuck?’ she said. ‘You think you gonna torture my titties with those?’

  'Yeah,' I said.

  'No fuckin way, sugar...I don't do weird.'

  I slapped Leah’s face twice... one was a backhand, her favourite pacifier I’d discovered. I was careful not to mark her, for obvious reasons. She fell against the desk and looked up at me as I stood over her, clamps ready, the jaws open.

  ‘Gonna do what your told now?’ I asked.

  Leah acted scared. ‘Sugar, no need to be harsh. Here... here’s my tits, use 'em the way you want, go on.’

  ‘For real?’ I asked.

  Leah nodded.

  I carefully snapped the jaws shut over both her nipples, crushing them at their bases. ‘Oh shit!’ she screeched. ‘That damn well hurts like a motherfucker!’ I ignored her complaints and tugged on the chain joining the two steel clamps, stretching her nipples really long. ‘Ow-w-w-w!’ she shrieked and put up her hands.

  I smacked her face again and said, 'Uh-Uh! No!’ and she put her hands down again.

  ‘Fuck man, these bitches sting like a motherfucker!’ protested Leah, a sullen look on her lovely face.

  What an actress!

  ‘I’J paying, so I get to torture some ho titty,’ I told her.

  I rummaged in my bag and brought out a cat o nine tails flogger and laid it out on the desk in front of Leah. Her eyes widened and she said, ‘What the fuck’s that for? You gonna whip my black ass, is that it, sugar?’

  ‘Not just your ass, nice big target though it is...’ I said.

  ‘You gonna whip my titties too? With these stinging motherfucker’s hanging off them?’

  ‘Yeah, I’ll give you a little extra cash for your pains.’

  ‘Damn you, motherfucker...’ Leah yelled. Then she relented and said: ‘Okay sugar, I need the money. Whip me.’

  I brought the flogger down across Leah’s back and ass first, progressing on to whipping her tits, pussy and thighs, before I rested and sipped a glass of water. She lay over the desk, thoroughly beaten and on an endorphin high. ‘You’re a cruel motherfucker, sugar, but you sure know how to whip a bitch properly. How’d you learn that shit?’

  I grinned at her. ‘By whipping other bitches,’ I quipped.

  ‘But you like whipping nigga-ho’s best, huh?’

  ‘Uh-huh,’ I said.

  ‘Now bitch... you can show me your moves.’

  After I’d fitted another pair of cloverleaf clamps on her sex-lips and hung a big steel weight from the chain, Leah staggered, bow-legged, over to a stereo system behind her desk and pressed a switch. Some rhythmic Latino-flavored rap music soon burst out, not too loud, but loud enough. Leah bent in front of me and crouched low, shaking her hips and ass in a frantically sexual manner like in one of those African tribal dances you’ve seen. It looked great, I must say, with the rings the clamps and the weight all jangling about. Leah leant forward, pulling the chain between the nipple clamps and self-torturing her teats as she jigged and shook like a woman possessed. It was like some amazing Voodoo ceremony, I can tell you.

  ‘Finger yourself,’ I ordered.

  Leah’s red-nailed fingers slipped inside her hairless muff and jabbed in and out as she shook all her body parts about. It was amazingly arousing. Leah looked over her shoulder and smiled at me. Her eyes told me that she needed my cock. She leaned in and said wantonly, ‘You want nigga-ho to give you some head, white boy?’ I grabbed her ears and guided my cock into her wide open mouth. Her pink doughnut lips glued themselves around my shaft and she sucked and licked like a greedy pig. My balls got an equally good oral going over as I guided her face with my hands and called her lots of nasty degrading names.

  Leah loved that, it really got her off.

  ‘Shake that ass, you nasty bitch!’ I shouted, as my beautiful corporate lawyer/nigga-ho/lover, cavorted nude in her swanky San Francisco office, for our mutual pleasure, like the cheapest crack ho on the block. It was like some kind of weird fucked-up dream, but seeing Leah’s voluptuous womanly body, all curves and shimmering ebony skin, convinced me it was all very real.

  I pushed Leah over the desk and shoved my cock straight into her cunt, from behind. ‘Ooh... sugar,’ she sighed, ‘that feels like a donkey fuckin me! Ooh! Ooh! Fuck this nigga-ho’s pussy... fuck it dry with your big white dick!’ I pulled her face sideways and we kissed, hard and long. Leah whispered as I fucked her: ‘You wanna shoot your white cum up this nigga-ho pussy, don’t ya, motherfucker? Imagine your swanky white neighbours seeing you fuckin this dirty black bitch, huh? That turns you on, don’t it, white-boy?’

  ‘How did you know?’ I asked, still fucking away.

  Leah groaned with pleasure and then said: ‘Sugar...I get crackers like you in here all the time. They wanna bit of nigga-ho for themselves, but they can’t do it openly, so they come to bitches like me for a little chocolate action.’

  ‘Oh, you dirty fuckin slut!’ I shouted, feeling a spasm in my groin.

  Leah sensed it. ‘Shoot your load up my nigga-ho pussy, motherfucker... give me all your juice... all that creamy white-boy cum!’

  I pumped and pumped, squirting jet after jet up Leah’s pussy, her big ass bouncing against me as I thrust like a maniac. I held her at long last, falling on her back,
holding her tits underneath.

  ‘Mm, sugar,’ she said, ‘did nigga-ho earn her motherfuckin money, or what?’

  ‘Every penny,’ I said, pulling out, semen splashing all over the wooden floor by the desk.

  Suddenly, Leah’s intercom buzzed. She went over and grabbed the handset. Her face became tense when she was talking with her PA. ‘What right now, Angie? Oh, fuckin hell!’

  ‘What’s up?’ I asked.

  ‘Tell you in a minute, Sir,’ she replied. ‘Help me get these off.’

 

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