Thursday, August 31, 2006

I'm Alive

Sorry guys Little bit got a ear infection and was running over 104 for 4 days, some customer from ebay is trying to get over 150 dollars back from me because she didn't get her items and she thinks its my fault even though she didn't buy insurance. So now I have to fight it. We are suppose to get the keys to the new house tommorrow. I don't have anything packed...I put up a need for help in moving small stuff with some friends and our church. I knew it was the weekend they already had this big retreat, but I thought just maybe someone. I have got three complaints about moving OUR move to more convient date. I have had this date for over two months, I don't have the money to move it. Move your fucking retreat!!!

On top of all this I am working 12 hour days because I missed due to sick baby...and labor day I don't get paid for. And you want more... My period keeps starting and stopping..I wish it would just fucking make up its mind.
UUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHH!!!

ok im out.

Hana

Saturday, August 26, 2006

Friday pain night

So Friday's have become offical pain night. I am enjoying every minute of it. Master started out slowly, his hand pressing my back while my chest fell into the bed. His fingers tickled my inner things, slowly working their way up and around my clit. I breathed a deep sigh, and wiggled into a comft spot for soft teasing. My mouth opening slightly as Master alternately inserted his dick and fingers. I purred softly while his hands made me moist, and my body started to stir in anticpation. I felt him move off the bed, the weight gone I turned to see where he had went. My eyes saw the clothespins in his hand. He spread my legs wide, had me bend my knees to where my toes meet like a butterfly. Than he smiled while placing one, two, three, four, five, six, and than had me stand up and walk out into the living room and get him more. MORE!!?? Yes more, I waddled and sighed and got a row full. I returned to Master, and he had me lay on my belly with my ass in the air and my legs spread. He started adding more and more to my tender pussy. I lost count and started fading immediately...he pulled a bit to bring me back to him and I shivered. Master pulled my head to his dick, and I sucked easily. I did things with my mouth I was unsure I could do. I found a way to press him down, down my throat which I have never done before. My mind was completely escaping from me. Master had me back on my back again while he slowly placed pins on my nipple or around my areola. I still no idea how many, but oh the pain it was intense. He took my ankles and dragged me down the bed to our foot board. We have a low foot board with round balls for the ends. They are just perfect to fit my pussy lips on and rock my clit against. Master jammed me againist it, clips and all, and had me rock. The pain quickly vanished and he pulled another trick out of his bad. He placed my vibe on the top click and made all the clips shake. This was the top point, my ears started ringing, my legs shaking, my lips went dry, I was being smashed with his dick in my mouth while he alternately slammed the vibe in me and than pressed it on the clips. When he let me cum, I came and came. I vanished that moment into my head and stayed for quite awile. The next thing I know I was on top of Master, he was pulling on the clips on my nipples making me crawl up his stomach. I begged and pleaded and when he asked for a reason to allow him I said "So you can put more clips on" and guess what I got to cum put so did the clips. More were applied more blurred vision. My breath was so slow and deep, when he finally did press his cock in my I was so deep I didn't care. He pulled the clips off as I came...and when I was bare again he finish and rolled me onto my back. I stayed there exhausted for quite a long time...before washing and going to bed. It was a great friday night!

Hana

Friday, August 25, 2006

Levels of Slavery

This is something I posted on a list I am on enjoy, I have removed his name to protect who I was speaking to:

I would like to first thank everyone who has told me how wonderful, or how much they agreed with my original post. That means a lot to me as I don’t post often because I feel that a girl should only respond when she has something to add or questions what is said and has a valid reason for asking (mainly knowledge).

Master B, I am sorry this has taken so long to respond to. Yahell ate my post yesterday right after I was done. When I tired to write it a second time my connection crashed, so I gave up and went to bed until today.

Master B you asked me to expand on my idea of the levels of lifestyle bottoms, subs, and slaves. This was in response to me saying: “ Now, there is about 8 levels between a BDSM sub and a Kajira Slave. These levels have a wide range of thoughts, limits, and rules for the girl in question. Each level brings a girl closer and closer to being a slave. BUT only a Gorean Master can make her a kajira”

Disclaimer: These levels are all my thought alone, through my experience. I may give bits of my life with them, and you may disagree. But these are the levels I either personally experienced or saw others close to me go through. That said…

This is a very long post so if you don’t like long post please just simply delete me.

Level 1: The Kinky Sub
When I was in my early teens I enjoyed many many pleasures, and constantly manipulated the men in my life to give me what I wanted while refusing what they wanted. I did this for many years, and remember fondly (which means I laugh at my silly self) my first man that I had spank me. He was the brother of the man I was dating at the time, and the man I snuck out of the house for. (For my boyfriend was a dork, but his brother was so hot….lol). We had many good times on days that school was closed, and he and I enjoyed our cat and mouse game. Times of me standing bent over while he whooped me with his cowboy belt, or chased me around the house and down the stairs threatening to beat me. I laughed and giggled and enjoyed the thrill and tease, and I was damn good at the game (I even got better at such games through my stripper days, to this day it is very difficult for me to not look at a man and try to read him…Master doesn’t like when I do it). So, the girl in this level is a sly manipulator. She is good and enjoys the dance. For it strictly is for the play and the highs she gets. She likes to be able to play “low level” and pull her wrist slightly and the knot coming out. Some stay in this place forever, and that is what is good for them. The rules here are strictly on the bottom’s end, and the top must play to these no negotiation it just is.



Level 2: The weekend sub
When I started into the world of BDSM in ’99 I truly thought this was heaven. I could play all I wanted, tell the Dom what I needed and he would tell me how he could provide it or how he wanted to adjust it. I had a safeword at all times, and SSC was my friend. I found the local clubs here through my roommate, and entered the world of Yahell chat. I still manipulated well, but the play was an equal give and take. The Dom got x while I got y. The girls here simply stick with the part-time; they may play during the week or on the weekends. But they ALWAYS take their toys and leave. The Doms in this realm are trying to gain more insight and more control. But it is really hard when the girl is gone tomorrow, next week, or next month. The rules here clearly define how part-time this is, and how the charade works. “Play by my rules or else” is the mantra.

Level 3: The classic sub
This girl wants more than just the part-time; some girls here serve day to day at minimal basis. They may serve you coffee, but there is always the wrong focus. Mostly based on their needs. I remember the first time at a play party, and how a couple took me under their wing and convinced me (not much convincing needed) to have my first scene. It was interesting, and I still look fondly on it. I remember kneeling at his feet while he “protected” me for the night, and him stroking his fingers through my hair and pulling every so often. Through this I remember looking around and watching the other subs, wondering if this is what I wanted. The girls with little red bottoms, playing roles that fit their dom. School girls, playful brats, and sassy wenches all fit in this category but there are many many more. Their thoughts are on “How can I get what I want and still seem endearing and submissive…while having fun”. The rules for the Doms contain safewords, SSC, and other such rules. Some play on the weekend, some live together, some just hide it until the events. Either way they are different than our weekenders because it is more endeared, more constant. While the weekender is only in it for the moment, the classic is in it for like a “drug-fix” they always need more.

Level 4: The long-term submissive
This girl has started to serve on a regular basis, though these are simply things. Here play is still center of her needs, but she is starting to wiggle out of just the play and enjoying minor service (drinks, food, feet rubs, etc). She may even have a pillow at his feet, but she really is back and forth. Most girls here have now become to the “equal ground” phase. The owner gets equally his needs and as she does. This is the first time contract come into play, and collars (in the true sense) get spoken of. I have many friends that live this life everyday and are truly happy. This is the moment of interest in looking over the other side, but most stay in one spot due to fear. Some girls find this place easily and it is such a safe moment in their lives most girls stay here. The owners negotiate at the beginning, and almost on a regular interval pre-setup (once a year). The girls are supposed to grow in this time, but some do not. The owner’s at this stage still give and bend a lot, excuses reign supreme…and punishment is light or non-existent. Though I have known owners to be very protective and defensive of the subs they keep on their realm (collar or not). I have seen huge wars over a subs who got out of hand and than ran to their owner, and the owner protected them. (Now I do believe that the owner has right to punish first and foremost, and that sometimes it is the owners decision not to. That is his/her right, but if the girl is throwing m&m’s and sticking her tongue out…or swaying her hips when she knows she is not to be played with by others…or making constant eye contact when she is suppose to be in high protocol. Than there should be an action taken when it is brought to the attention. Again my opinion. For all of you who don’t know what high protocol at a event is, it is where the sub is not suppose to talk or make any movement including looking at any Owner period. Unless directly told to her by her owner, and it is considered rude and against any thought of all things holy to even look at a girl in this state. And yes A LOT of subs are in this state at parties. BTW most newbies aren’t told this. I saw a almost fist fight because a new owner passed a girl in high protocol and when passing touched her arm and said “excuse me”. Something about the guy supposing to know such things, and apologizing.)

Level 5: The curious slave
This is the most risky stage a girl gets into. She takes loads more chances in this stage than others. This is also the point that a girl who has much potential can crawl back to the submissive side of life or go running forward. Which way she ends up going mostly ways heavy on the owner’s side. It is this point she is most moldable, but also most gullible. The girls you hear about that get cased in oil barrels in backyards come from this lot. These are the girls that will screw up the most, cry the most, and be scared the most. They will be the ones that fall for the line of “If you were a slave you’d x, y, or z” and fall into the trap of “slave failure” more often than not. The owners here have a huge responsibility, they must mold and have a girl that is utterly dependant on them alone. They still haven’t focus totally, and sometimes loose direction. They need lots of correction and strictness in these stages. They need to such a extreme and need to know where the lines are clearly defined. They need much direction but at the same time much understanding. Each girl is different and some strive in well-structured environments at this stage, some strive in environments that move slowly. I did a little of both, I had men in my life on both extremes. Some were bad experiences some were good. This is the first time we the pendulum start to swing towards ownership and owners. It is more about pleasing and less about oneself.

Level 6: The beginning of slavery

This phase the girls are either very timid, are head first divers. They have a taste and want more; sometimes they are in their first collar as a slave. The safe words have mostly been forgotten long ago. Their focus is shifting faster and faster away from themselves. The fears start to creep up. “Am I good enough” “What if x,y,z”? A lot of the past bad things come to surface at very bad times. (For me the first time Master looked like he was going to slap me, I went hysterical and was talking incoherently. Master retells this story, and to this day I remember seeing his hand in slow motion and the rest was just feelings a over pouring of feelings I never knew was there). The Master takes the reigns in this stage, and easily guides along the path. She can weave in and out, be he must always be there to make sure she comes back. This is also the time that most girls realize that if they don’t please they could be gone. This fear starts rearing its ugly head here.


Level 7: The Deep slave

Master and I have a very nice couple in this stage. They don’t want to be Gorean, but love and live all the other things that would make them such. They practice as close to kajira slavery as you can get, without being a kajira. There are dire consequences for actions, and there is always lessons learned. My friend here recently was falling and failing, her Master did many things to bring her back (isolation, kneeling on bottom caps, whippings, writing lines) but the one thing that sticks in my head was when she couldn’t hold her hands up any longer. He lowered himself behind her, support her body onto him, held her hands and hit them with the ruler…and as he did it he whispered in her ear “When you can’t take anymore, I will be here to support you. Comfort you…love you through it. But you will take it.” It was so powerful I still remember the tears it brought to my eyes. The rules are at the Master’s whim and each thought is derived strictly for him alone. Even when playing with others, or around others.

Level 8: The Kajira

Now we all know what this is and isn’t, and there has been much debate over this. So I won’t even begin to give my opinion here. But I am sure which each have our own definition.

Thank you all for taking the time to read such a LONG LONG post.

Again these are just my thoughts and not directed at anyone in anyway. I hope that they are found insightful and pleasing.

I wish you well,

Hana~Robert’s little flower~

Monday, August 21, 2006

The pain the PAIN OH SWEET PAIN

So as you can guess I finally got the pain I need. WOO HOO...There is was much pain. Master starting out with one clothespin here, than there, than everyone. As he twisted, turn teased. His mouth found places tingle I had forgotten could tingle, and when his dick entered me with 3 clothes pins on each side of my lips I was so in deep slavespace it was such heaven. Master actually let me stay there!!!!!!!!! and even brought me down with a nice masturbation. It was great!!! Even when he yanked the pins off my lips has I came...ahhhh evil man. Thanks for all your thoughts on this...back to the moving frenzy.

Hana

Friday, August 18, 2006

In Memory

Please support this...

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I have Mario L. Santoro, age 28.
Place killed: World Trade Center. Resident of New York, N.Y. (USA).

Hana

Tuesday, August 15, 2006

AVON #3

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LOVES AND KISSES

Hana

Monday, August 14, 2006

The weekend

Well, the weekend went ok. I fell asleep Friday at 8:30 pm, I guess my body was just exhausted with the long week. About midnight I rolled over to fine Master's warm body next to me in bed. I slithered up next to him and curled in that special place that is so safe. You know the place I'm talking about, the spot partly under his arm and partly on his chest. While your legs are curled around his legs. We talked for sometime before he slowly began removing the clothing from my body. My eyes trailed down his bod to his partly hard cock, as if knowing his hand urged me towards it. My mouth engulfed him, feeling him harden in my mouth. I purred and enjoyed the taste, touch, and smell of him for a good long time. Minutes passed into hours, and when I had been pulled away I had enjoyed him for almost two hours. He rolled me over, my ass in the air, lubed me up and slammed into me. The pain was so intense, my body isntantly shut off. His hips continued their assault and my mind moaned softly and I relaxed into the motion. My hands were pinned under him, my body moving to his will. Until the moment he came and he whispered in my ear to cum as well. Master rolled me over and we cuddled into each other. I fell asleep and in the moment was over. The rest of the weekend was spent doing avon or just laying around.

Hana

Friday, August 11, 2006

The Evil Plot

So I spoke to Master for a bit yesterday while he was at work. He talked and hugged me when I got home, and than went about his evening. My mind screamed "WTF" as I watched him type away on the computer, lay relaxing in his chair, or simply ignoring me when I talked to him. I was so fuming by the time I got to bed that I just wanted to sleep. When I curled up under the covers Master wiggled in next to me. His massive warm arm wrapped around my chest and I sighed. He rubbed my hair with his free hand and said "I could just beat your ass black and blue, would that make it all better?" I swear I couldn't talk. My mouth went dry, my heart raced, my mind scream sleep, but I was instantly wet. He whispered again "Nah, not tonight.....sleep we must". I was so confused and went to roll over and look at him. He simply said "Tommorrow". Now I am not sleepy at all and I inquire quite whiney like "What's tommorrow? What are you going to do to tommorrow? Tell me tell me." He just ignored me and watch tv, we talk for hours about mundane things and fell asleep. I have no idea what is going to happen tonight...but my body is such a mix of emotions. Fear, heat, warmth, sex, wet, needy, scared, gonna puke, on the verge of tears, excited, and loved these all are running through me. HE HEARD ME!!!! Yeah...I will let you know what his evil mind has planned sometime in the next couple days. Wish me luck!!!

Hana

Thursday, August 10, 2006

Walls a crashing

There is a couple of reasons I have been posting what some would call "fluff" for a couple days. I have tired and debated about writing about it at all, because it truly is a deep thought of mine and I still haven't truly worked it all out in my head. But I thought today maybe I should just ramble and let it lie at that.

So let's begin....

For about a month I have been feeling sick, not wanting to eat, being utterly exhausted, etc. Many thing ran through my head at the cause (stress, pregnancy, etc). When it almost came clear on Friday that I was probably pregnant I was literally cusing up and down the hall. Now please understand I desperately want another child, but now is NOT a good time. Master and I have been playing with fire, forgetting birth control or other things happening to just touch that edge. I think in some ways we do it on purpose. Then the weekend passed slowly, I told myself if by Monday I hadn't started I'd take a test. I told myself not to get disappointed if I'm not. I mean there is a huge risk of birth defects for the next year until the meds are out of Master's system. And than the job not being perm, and the house not holding another child. I mean truly FUCK. Then sunday hit and when I saw the first drop of blood, I told myself it was just because Master fucked me good that morning and so I wasn't starting. But in the end I was, and I had mixed feelings again. Master and I went through 2 years of trying for Bitty, and now that we aren't trying for some reason when I am late I starting wanting. But this time I just was a relieved and sad, I didn't cry but I wasn't happy. The rest of the night flew by, and mind drifted to the week ahead. Bitty was having her upcoming surgery on Tuesday, so I put all my worries and stress into her events. The day came and I dealt with the wicked nurse who had no name badge and wanted to take my child. Than she was suprised when I wouldn't hand her to her. I MEAN REALLY! Bitty came through just fine, though she is so clingy and cranky. She is back at the sitters today, and Mimi says she is doing fine. So were am I? Well here...inbetween a world of "I need to be beaten..." and a world of "consume my fine darkness". I have been in these places before and for some reason Master always knows and pulls me out. But this time I think I am hiding it to well, or is he just not paying attention anymore? My fears of the old days are rising, and my mind is drifting into questioning my life. I truly don't know what caused this path to form, but it has blown over me unexpectantly and I am so suprised I didn't have my shields up. So here I sit trying to figure out how I express to the man I love that I can't feel him. And what the fuck does that mean anyway? I really don't know......maybe I'll find my way...

Hana

Monday, August 07, 2006

Lifestyle and kids

Since I don't want to speak about this weekend I thought I would bring a thing up that's been jumbling in my head. Kids in the lifestyle. Whether it be submissive and Dom, Master and Slave, or kink and kink couple their is almost always kids somewhere in the mix. Especially when the couple is young (Meaning under the age of 50). Master and I have kids, and before we started down this path we were VERY adament about NEVER EVER exposing the children. I was realeased from my collar during pregnancy to have Bitty (so she would be born free) and will be released again while I am pregnant with our third child. Master has set strict rules about never saying x, y, or z infront of the children; what I am suppose to call him in public and with kids, and what I am suppose to act like while the children are in presence. I placed a huge line in the sand before my collaring about punishing me infront of the baby. Master has crossed this line once, and it was simply to repremand me. But that once was enough to send me into not trusting. Hence he hasn't done it since. He will send me to the "room" or give me a look..or whatever he feels in no descript. It also depends on what I am doing...and I am rarely in trouble so it isn't often. I know Kaya has spoken of not allowing her kids exposure to the times her Master and her play. I totally agree!!!

Now that all said...why the hell would people ever expose their children to this you ask? Well some idiots believe that exposing them to this will teach them to be more dominant (if male) or more submissive (if female). I have known girls through the years who proudly proclaim that they (her and her daugthers) kneel on the floor to eat while they (husband and sons) eat at the table. That the girls don't eat until the men (see above) have eatten..etc. Than today a girl proudly stompts her chest about living with a couple (Master and Mistress) and she being submissive. The kids of this couple are 6 and 3, and they whip her right in front of the kids?!!! WTF?!! She says it's to teach the kids her position in the house, that she is just "Mommy and Daddy's slave" and that's a quote. What the hell is wrong with these people???

Don't they understand the damage and confusion and pain it could cause the children. What if the girl isn't submissive, but dominant by nature? Honestly, stop beating your chest about how EXTREME you are....and realize what you are doing is abuse to the child in question...

Now I will admit we are not totally unopen to others knowing. A lot of our friends know of Master's and my relationship. Master has repremanded me infront of them on occassions, but when we have children over there is nothing but men, women, and kids. All of our friends are our family, and all of the kids precious. I am sure we will have lifestyle friends in the future that have children. Annissa, for example, and there will be times we are "friends/family" and times that they will be over for lifestyle events Master holds in his home. I would never ever expect her Master to punish her infront of our kids (theirs and ours) and I think she wouldn't expect us to do so either. I would be total shocked if someone ever did that, and I know Master would be fuming made for exposing our children to that. I just don't understand this line of thinking....

Hana

Friday, August 04, 2006

Tagged

I was tagged by a lovely Annissa :)

Once you have been tagged, you have to write a post with 8 facts/things/habits about yourself and say who tagged you. In the end, you will need to choose the 6 people you tag and list their names. No tag backs.

1: I am so picky about my food Master gave up ordering for me after the first date.

2: I have one single witch hair that grows out of my chin Master is constantly plucking it.

3: I drink pickle juice cause it settles my tummy, but not just any juice only Kosher Claussen’s from the fridge section.

4: I haven’t cut my hair in nearly a year.
5: I sleep with no panties on.

6: I love red heads with big tits that I can smother my face in…WEG

7: I can read a book in two days. If it’s something I really like.

8: Master brought home ice cream last night, it was my favorite kind, I took one bite and thought I was going to puke. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.

and I tag…

Art

Mrs. Behavn

Kaya

Lucy

Watcher

Lady C

Thursday, August 03, 2006

AVON

Well, My Avon is up again. So go check it out...

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Hana

Wednesday, August 02, 2006

Weird Observation

So I ride the bus to and from work everyday. Most of the time I sleep on it, because I have a lonnnnnnnnngg ride. But this morning I was to entranced with this lady next to me. I mean she is always weird, but today was a big weird. She was wearing this hot pink tank top, with a bright red bra (that I could see the straps) and this yellowy green skirt with flowers. But this is not what made this unusual, I am looking at her trying to figure what is so OFF about this women. My eyes trail down her nexck, as her hair is up today, and I notice a tattoo. I tilt my head a bit, looking at it and blinking. I am tried, so I am not sure I am seeing clearly. After it doesn't change I realize she has tattoo'd numbers in the back of her neck. Like barcode numbers....oooo33453256000...I was so lost. WTF? why would anyone do that? Than I thought maybe she was "tagged" or "branded" as such. I look at this lady, I mean really look, she is a good looking girl (other than her weird clothes) and about my age. I just stare the whole way, almost afraid to move....but also to shaken to ask if she is a slave or what...So I get off still looking at her..and here I am wishing I asked.

Weird but true

Hana