exhaustion

So I am completely dead to the world. I go to sleep at 9:30 pm and wake at 3:30, 4:30, and 6 am for the Bitty. Than up at 6:30 and out the door by 7 am. By the time 2 pm comes along I am ready to crash. I feel like a beached whale that has eaten the whole ocean. My stomach is already pressing all my skirts to their limits, and I am either hungry and nauseous or full and tired. Master and I haven't had sex in a week or something because of his cold, and I have just been so tired.

We pass in the hall and go "was that good for you?"

I come home exhausted, and have to do my daily activities (cooking, cleaning, baths, stories, tv recording, my bath, bed) and so I get even more exhausted. I plain on sleeping all day Saturday if it kills me.

Thats it for now,

Hana

Him Part 7

Disclaimer: What you are about to read is purely fiction. The names in here are fantasy and nothing written has every truly. They are just deep thoughts from a deep place within me.

“I..I..I “ was all that came out finally. He tossed my naked body on the bed and when I looked into his glazed over eyes my recessed thought of staying rebelled. I crawled across the bed as quickly as I could muster, while he casually leaned over and grabbed me by my ankle. “Where do you think your going Bitch?” He asked and said at the same time. I lost all nerve, and started shaking my head. “No Michael…Please.” I whimpered to him. This only seemed to entice him more as he grabbed some restraints from his bedside table. I twisted violently away from him, using all my force in my legs to hurl myself opposite of his grip. He easily laid his body on mine and pushed it in the direct of the eye bolts in his headboard. He pinned my pelvis down with his and held my wrist together. Applying one cuff to each small wrist at a time and than snapping them into the bolts. When he let his weight go off my torso I lifted my leg in aim for any part of his body with all my force. He simply smiled and step out of the line of fire. He leaned in with his arm and grabbed one kicking leg. Bending it at the knee he tied it down to the bed frame. I was exhausted but never did I give up, the fury so harsh inside me was being fueled each second. I screamed at him and called him names, he just ignored me while binding my last leg to the bed. He leaned in close to my ear and I turned and bit him in the cheek. He slapped me hard than, my face slamming into the mattress beneath me. A tear welled up in my eye, but I tired to hold it back not wanting to give him the satisfaction. He just chuckled evilly at my desperate attempt. “So let me see if I got this straight cunt. You strip, come into my room, remove my slave from her duties, and kneel as if you were her. Than you think in your little mind that if you can just get me to fuck you than I will forget all about my needs and you will have me tied to you like some lost pup? Well, I am gonna fuck you alright, I am going to take you so hard you are going to regret coming into this room. When I am done you will be unrecognizable as the person before you entered into my domain.” I stared at him with all my fury and opened my mouth to his venomous being. “You bastard, I will never love you again. I will leave you and never return if you do this. Untie me. This is not what I came for!” I yelled at him through clenched teeth. “Oh my dear your cunt thinks different. It’s pulsing at me to take you now, even as I speak it starts to drip. Did it ooze a bit when you concocted this plan? Did it make you wiggle in your bed last night?” He whispered all these things closer and closer to my face with easy tones. I locked eyes with him, and through them pleaded with him not to do this. He started removing his bed clothing, pulling his cotton t-shirt over his head. He stood staring at me in just his boxers and my eyes could not resist trailing down his well-defined chest and abs, lowering until I saw his engorged and straining cock against the fabric of his boxers. He laughed deeply than, “You can’t resist can you? You are such a whore, and whores deserve all they are about to get.” I refused to cry or beg, I just locked eyes with him as he removed his boxers from his body. I told myself he wouldn’t do it, that he was playing mind games. I waited for what seemed like hours in silence as he stood over me. When he placed his body between my legs I knew I was in trouble. I pulled against the binds than trying to slam my legs closed. The rope dug into my thighs as I stretched them tighter and tighter. He said nothing and slid inbetween my straining thighs easily, like melting butter. I closed my eyes as I felt the tip of his cock against my pussy and than he slammed into me so harshly I lost all the breath I had been holding. I braced myself for the next brutal force but it never came, he just sat there so I slowly opened my eyes. He was looking down at me as if waiting for something. When he leaned down towards my head again as if to kiss me I spit on his face. He simply ignored it and pulled my nipple in response. Turning it so abruptly and at such an odd angle I had to arch my back to elevate to the pressure. The pain was intense and he didn’t let up when he asked “Is this what you wanted you little cunt?” My body could take no more, and the tears did finally come. I cried until I was sobbing, and sobbed until I could no longer see in front of me. He held on the whole time waiting again. When I finally got control of myself I found my voice. “No Michael this is not what I wanted. I felt I was being selfish and wanted to try to give you what you needed. I had hope in coming in here that you would accept me, train me, and that I could make you totally completely. I felt our love could bring me through it, but now I know I was wrong. I can’t do this.” I sobbed again and each tear seemed like such a relief of stress. I felt the pain ease on my nipple and he smiled down at me. He raised his hand and I flinched, “Shhhhh dear girl. It’s alright, you did well. I am going to accept your offer, but you must know that you have to gain my side as top. That you must start at the bottom and work up. Do you truly understand the depths of what you are asking for?” I nodded and swallowed “I love you, please let me complete you in all ways.” He smiled like the sweet man I knew and kissed me, before his face changed again and the beast was back. “Now bitch, you are mine.” He placed his hand over my mouth just as I let out a terrifying scream and he plummeted into my quivering being with such brutal force I thought he would rip me open. When I was spent, and I felt him cum inside me I relaxed thinking the worse was over. He reached into his drawer again and I heard a swish and felt the sting as the leather grazed my body. The pain took moments to feel but when it did I cried all anew. I begged him to stop with each lash, and whimpered and twisted as much as I could. Which each strike I thought I would die, and with each breath I begged for it to end. He undid my legs than and forcefully turned me over, his voice strong constantly flowing into my ear. Words so haunting I fear there very repeated breath. The cold of the cream on my anus was so unexpected, but as I was worn out I sunk into the resolve of doing nothing but getting through it. He used me repeatedly over the next few hours, day turned into night and night to day. I was worn out to my very core and finally was overcomed with sleep while he made motions with his belt across my ass. The next thing I new I felt cold sting my body, and opened my eyes to him pulling me out from under a freezing tube of ice water. “Wake up Bitch, I’m not done with you.” He dragged me out of tub and fed me some water. I felt numb, and once again the darkness enveloped me. I awoke a second time not in his room but in the cold dampness of the basement. I felt metal beneath and every stitch of my body was sore. I raised my head to the feeling of metal above, when I stretched out my hands and feet I realized that I was in a cage. I kneeled as best I could on sore knees, and waited. At first I told myself he would be coming soon. Than I told myself that I would be fine. Next, I panicked and thought he would never come back but leave me here to die. Before finally convincing myself that something had happened to him or he had forgotten about me. That is when the door open and I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. The light from the house above slightly showed into the space I dwelled in, and across from me I saw another body in another cage. My eyes opened wide when I realized it was Isabelle in the cage. But before I could speak her voice touched my ears….”Well hello again,” She said nonchalantly. My eyes trailed up her form, and I prayed with each passing second the voice did not match the face. When my eyes met the doctor from the party I shoveled back against the back of the cage and curled up into a ball. “Ahh poor lost soul. Come close little kitty, you know you want to play.” I dropped my jaw to say something but met Isabelle’s eyes than, as if she was pleading with me. I closed my mouth tight and simply stared at her. “You’ll want nothing but my touch soon little kitty, you’ll beg for it,” She laughed wickedly as she left, leaving us in utter darkness again. That is when I cried.

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A real day

Well I remember now what I hated about pregnancy. It isn't the back pain, or feet swelling. It's the damn yeast infections. I think my pussy puts out a sign upon entrance of a baby into the womb. It clearly reads "Infections welcome" cause this sucks. Master is in a bitch of a mood, he didn't want to get out of bad and than whined and grumbled all morning before finally sitting on the floor in exhaustion when bitty threw a fit about zipping up her jacket. I said "Just leave it, if she is going to throw that big of fit forget it. It's not worth it" and he said "yes ma'am" and slammed down the hall turned lights off. I was in such a mood I just grabbed the girls and got in the car.

Bitty whined and screamed the whole way, V turned up her headphones so loud I could hear each word of the song over the scream. I had such a headache and Master practically ran from the car.

So that was my morning...how was yours?

Hana
~Robert's little flower~

Him Part 6

For all who have been on pins and needles...

Disclaimer: What you are about to read is purely fiction. The names in here are fantasy and nothing written has every truly. They are just deep thoughts from a deep place within me.


The next few days were spent like that, in a dream mostly it seemed. He was the picture perfect man, waiting on me hand and foot. When he gave me a bath and I splashed him he laughed and I laughed in return. Our happiness overflowed the huge house. He would chase me around the dinning room table in the afternoon with the sun playing on my hair, and me wearing barely anything. I felt like a schoolgirl again and life was sweet. His tastes was eccentric, but I didn’t care as long as I was with him. I didn’t know it at the time, but he was forming me slowly into the love of his life that he always wanted. When he wanted something done a certain way he never pushed, but would nudge kindly towards what he wanted. Making me feel happy and floating when I accomplished what he wanted and his face light up with the happiness of figuring it out. He took me shopping, after three weeks of being home I wanted out, he held my hand the whole time and even went in the lingerie shops with me. He wanted me to show him everything, and I didn’t want to buy anything he didn’t absolutely love. He had only eyes for me in those first few weeks, and I for him. The night my world change, 6 months later, I would never be able to look back. Though I didn’t know it at the time.

We were sitting across the long table at dinner, he one side me to his left. I was enjoying the food and hmming like always at the exquisite taste. He had already talked to me about wanting to stay permanently with him, and had made arrangements with my apartment, belongs, and job. That’s when Isabella walked in, my eyes followed her naked form with such hatred I had to curl my nails into the napkin in my lap. When she came and kneeled, curling up at his feet, and purred. My response was anything but nice. I growled lowly subconsciously and turned my eyes to her. She backed up slightly and he reached down and scooted her back petting her head. I turned my angry eyes to him, and he just smiled back. Though over the months I had learned that Michael liked to be spoken to a certain way, even in conflict. It took all my willpower not to scurry down to the girl and drag her out by her hair. Instead I locked eyes with Michael, and we stared like that unmoving for a very long time. Until he spoke “Hannah, this is Isabelle. My slave. I do love you greatly, Hannah. But my life calls for a slaves as well. I understand that this may not be something you’ll ever do yourself, but I will always have a slave. To be with me you must accept this.” I knew by now what slaves were, I spent many nights reading his books and files on the people in the house. We had talked at length about his desires and needs. I had expressed that I could try to overcome my jealousy, but I had never thought they would be here in front of me flaunting themselves. He said no more and continued eating, on occasion handing Isabelle food from his hand. My mind went in 10 different directions. I knew what he wanted, what his deepest desire was, and I knew somewhere in my head that I wanted to be the ultimate love and gift of that desire. The minutes passed in silence, and when I left the table I spent most of the evening trying to sort my mind out. I reached one conclusion that night. If I wanted to rule his world, and remove them as first light without me having any say, I had to become the top in all things to him. I had to be his lover, his perfect slave, his deepest companion, and his best friend. In the short time I had conspired a plan to prove to him that I could fulfill him. I would put my plan into action the next morning. I went to sleep, and awoke for the first time in months to an alarm clock. I raced into the tub, and soaked in Michael’s favorite oils. The mixture of lavender and jasmine filled the room and every inch of my body. I let my long auburn hair cascade down my back, while braiding it up the sides of my head and down the middle. I placed the bracelet he gave me on the anniversary of our meeting on my ankle. Took one last look in the mirror and open the door into my bedroom. It was still an hour before anyone in the house started stirring. I hesitated at the door to the hall and took in a deep breath. My bare feet made no noise on the polished hardwood floors. I sneaked down the stairs and into the kitchen. I made his favorite breakfast in nothing but an apron. So when cook came in to see that I had breakfast she just stared at me. I nodded to her, plate in hand, and left her confused. I went upstairs to his room, after grabbing a few necessities and was stopped by Isabelle on her way to his room herself. I set down the tray in hand and whistled to her, she turned. Her eyes grazed over me, and I stared her down. I stepped so close to her I could feel her breath and to my surprise stood over her at least three inches. “Isabelle, Master Michael is taken care of this morning. Please go do your other duties. I will tend to him,” I said. She looked at me with a mixture of emotions, one of which I recognized as fear. “You will not get in trouble, but you will if you don’t go now.” She swallowed nodded and left. I let out a deep sigh of relief and grabbed my things from the floor. I crept into his room and laid his food on the tray next to his bed. I than turned my back to him, in the place that Isabelle would kneel every morning, and waited for him to stir. The ticks of the hand seemed to move so slowly, before the first sounds of his awaking body. He had trained himself to get up every morning at the same time without an alarm. I could hear him sit up, and swing his feet over the edge of the bed. I heard him smell the food, and than urinate in the bathroom. I heard his footsteps return to the bed, and the tray slide close to him. I heard him take a few sips of coffee and him open the newspaper for the morning. All this was done without saying one word to me. About half way through his breakfast I started regretting what I had done and almost changed my mind. When he pushed the tray away and the bed creaked. He took in a long deep breath, it sounded odd almost disappointed and than he spoke. “Did you forget your routine this morning Isabelle” I realized than that because of the way he preferred his room, dark as night, that he didn’t know it was me. I wasn’t sure what to do. If I spoke he would know, if I didn’t he may react before he knows and than would be upset about me not telling. I swallowed trying to consider my options, and before I could complete the thought he had a hold of my hair and was dragging me up to his face by it. I screamed, and he knew than. Our eyes met and he raised an eyebrow, he growled in my face and said “Explain yourself” I lost all thoughts than and could say nothing but stare at the man I never knew existed. Did I make a terrible mistake…….

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Today

Isn't much going on today, still no period and Master is way sick. The doc says its the flu, but Master doesnt believe him. So he is grumpy. I tried to go sign people up for avon today at the local walmart. I was in the middle of a very windy day, when someone wanted to sign up. I got her settled and just as I finishing I hear the words I so didnt want to. "Isn't that your table blowing away?" I turn around to see my metal and plastic heavy table (at least five pounds) With boxes of books (at least 15 lbs each) sliding across the parking lot like rudolph and his sleigh. SO I go running after it (in my new sandles of all things). AND destroy my sandals grabbed the table. Toss everything in the car while destroying my sign...walk back over to the lady with a "THat just didnt happen face" and finish the business. It sounds funny now, but at the time I thought I was in hell. She drives off and home I went. OF COURSE when i get home, the wind stops and sun comes out. Stupid bitch.


So on another note I started a slave list, it's going well I think. One of the girls is ridiculous and over questionable. But I put her in her place and am done with it.

What else...oh it looks like a no on the overnight stay for our anniversary. Our sitter got in a car crash and is out for the count. Alive but really hurting, Which reminds me I need to call him.

Now off to change a poopy diaper

Hana

A real post

I guess I should write a real post today instead of just my rambling story that no one reads. I am official two weeks late, I have taken two test with both being negative. I wish I just knew one way or the other. Master wanted to have sex last night, but I had already bathed and was in bed. So instead I just sucked him off. I was so tired I just don't remember anything but the pain in my jaw. The bits is at Papa's today, because she was running a fever yesterday. I hope she does ok there, I always worry you know.

There is nothing on tv tonight so maybe my avon will come tonight and I can get that over and done with!

I hope it is warm this weekend so I can go avon tailgating and make some new customers and maybe new recruits. Keep your fingers crossed.

What else....

My collaring anniversary came and past, no one really bothered to say something about it. Our wedding anniversary is in March, I am hoping to stay overnight in a hotel and order room service without children. Keep your fingers crossed.

Thats about it..

Hana
~Robert's little flower~

Him Part 5

Disclaimer: What you are about to read is purely fiction. The names in here are fantasy and nothing written has ever truly happened. They are just deep thoughts from a deep place within me.

I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath as I heard her steps come closer and closer to me. My mind struggled with my fight or flight syndrome, while I tired to relax me body. I smelled rich jasmine as she became close behind me. The silk of her dress sent a shiver down my spine as it grazed my naked back. I could feel her smile, even though I couldn’t see it. She placed a bag against my stomach and it was cold, and I made sure I mentioned it. She lightly swatted my bottom and said don’t complain I could stick cold things in places you wouldn’t enjoy. I bit my lip than, being in such a precarious position left me unable to retaliate. She took a stethoscope out and listened to me breath, while I was told to breath in deeper or shorter as she moved it around. Her touch was so gentle and tantalizing I was so confused with the moment. Though when she did reach the tender space between my third and fourth rib I yelled and whimpered with the pain. She lightly touched my cheek and cooed in my ear. I relaxed than, and unknowingly let my guard down. “It’s ok dear, just relax.” She turned to Michael and told him I was only bruised and would need to be careful and rest. Than she placed a sweet kiss on my cheek and petted my head. Somewhere inside me purred, and Michael reached for my covers and laid them over me. “I am just going to walk her out, close your eyes.” He said. I did without much thought that I hated him. They whispered in low tones, as my bruised body made me succumb to sleep. I have no idea how long I was enveloped in the darkness of my dreams, but when I awoke the sun was shinning in the window. I turned slowly, concerned about the soreness, to find I was stiff but mostly healed. When I heard another body breathing I pulled the covers over me tightly and turned to the sound. A girl was sitting a rocking chair with a bottle and a bowl on the low table to next to her. She had such a beautiful smile I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her. “Hello Hannah, now don’t be startled. My name is Isabelle, Master Michael asked me to stay with you until you awoke.” She said. “Master??? Who? Please don’t confuse me anymore I will get a headache. How long have I been asleep?” I asked. “Two days.” She responded casually as if telling me about the weather. “TWO DAYS!!!??? Oh my gosh I have to get out of here.” I stated putting on clothes and packing my things. “Calm down, it’s ok. You need your rest” she stood than with her hands out, but stepping backwards each second. I looked at her curiously “Did everyone leave? Where …is…Jennifer?” I was so angry I was starting to see spots. She leaned against the wall like I was a animal about to attack its prey. A few moments later I heard running steps up the stairs, and turned all my fury to her. “Did you call them?” She started turning white, and I growled deep from my stomach. “You bitch! Get out!” I said just as the door slammed open and Michael and some men were on the other side. The girl ran out behind them crying and fearful. I must have looked like a bull with smoke pouring out of her nostrils because he stood in a defensive stance in the doorway upon her leaving. “Hannah take a breath, it’s ok. You need rest. Just sit down and we can talk it out.” He said. I than noticed the men behind him all had either leather around their necks or rope in their hands. I backed up than, and swallowed. “Michael just let me be, why….” I started to say but Michael cut me off. “No one is going to hurt you sweetheart, but you hurt one of my guys while you were dreaming the first night when he tried to put some healing lotion on your side. I couldn’t let that happen again, so we put you under. Now take some deep breaths.” I tried but I was starting to hyperventilate. “Hannah you need to calm down, look at my eyes, follow my voice. In and out, In and out.” His voice was hypnotic, my eyes started feeling heavy again and my body started relaxing. I could hear him move closer but it’s as if I just didn’t care. All the tension started fading away slowly, and as my eyes closed I heard and saw what I did to Julio. When the cold water touched my head I jumped and was awake again, he was leaning over me with a smile. “There see isn’t that better?” He said calmly. I nodded with a smile. “I’m sorry I hurt him Michael.” I said. He shook his head, “The pain killers Joanna gave you caused a bad reaction. It caused your emotions to double, and that is why when it happened I put you under. I know it was against what you wanted, but I felt it was for your own good. Besides you needed the rest” I could feel his breathing over me, my body snuggled in his arms while he rocked in the chair. His body seemed so comforting that I leaned my head into the cusp of his shoulder and turned my eyes up to him. He looked down into my eyes than and smiled, but he didn’t turn away. My belly grew with heat so hot that I almost lost my breath, his head moved in closer and just when I thought I could take no more our lips met. The heat transferred from me to him, and back again. I had never felt anything so heavenly in my life. When our lips parted he was still smiling, “Now, that was nice.” He said. I nodded and snuggled back into him. My mind wondering where this new man would lead me, and just as the sound of his men leaving hit my ears I knew no matter what I was safe and happy.

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Choices and Slave Group

I finally was allowed to get my slave group up and running. WOO HOO! Let's keep our fingers crossed it goes well. Master and I have been exhausted the last few days from staying up so late.

I was so tired last night when he wanted his valentine's lay that I begged for a quicky. He immediately obliged by having me bend over the bed and him slamming my ass 'til it was purple with a elk flogger. WHAT THE FUCK?! Elk is suppose to be soft and sting!! LIARS! My ass is still red. He is happy with his handy work, OF COURSE, and when he reached between my legs and said "Oh but your pussy likes it" all I could do was blush. DAMN HIM!

Tonight I have no obligations so I will be sitting doing nothing but watching tv all night! I am going to so take a long bath and go to sleep. Because tomorrow is our real valentine's celebration without the girls (the church offers parent's night out once a month and this Friday is the one day) I am so excited. Than on Saturday A good friend of ours is bring by his new girlfriend. She is such a sweety, and so HOT! I druel just thinking about it. I have to do a major overhaul on the house all day Saturday though so it doesn't look like I never clean it. That's what I get for having kids huh?

So how do you all make choices in your life? For me I find one thing I want to do or change and dive head first into it. This week it is my slave list. Next week it could be crocheting. My avon is starting to come together. I am still trying to do the positive thinking I learned from "The Secret" DVD. We hope it works.

Changing your thinking is so hard

Hana
~Robert's little flower~

Him Part 4

Disclaimer: What you are about to read is purely fiction. The names in here are fantasy and nothing written has every truly. They are just deep thoughts from a deep place within me.

We went downstairs into the dinning hall. We were joined, upon our entrance, with a man. Jennifer introduced him as her “Sir”. I had no idea what that meant, but knew when she tried to drag me to sit next to them that I would be just a third unwanted wheel. I shoveled her off with a shuffle of my hand, and than scanned the room for the perfect seat. I found it between two couples, just far enough down the table and close enough to the head that even if I leaned forward I couldn’t see Michael. Everyone talked all through dinner, naked beauties walked in and out with trays. Some sat at there partners feet begging and panting for scraps. I raised my eyebrow at one couple near me and scuffed a bit, they must have heard because the female of the group looked up at me and increased the size of her eyes. I felt them trail over my body and than she got up. I was in shock; she couldn’t be actually coming over here. Michael must have seen her motion and he stood up and leaned into the women’s ear. She whispered back and nodded not so happily, before giving me one last look of disgust and returning to her seat. I ate quickly than, and as people started mingling out for the “evening events” I went the opposite direction. I followed the path of carpet trying to exactly remember were the library was. Once I found it, I grabbed the first book off the shelf, because someone else walked in. I raced up the stairs with the book open and over my face and closed the door behind me before anyone could talk to me. I stood against the door for quite awhile, catching my breath, and than moving to the bed with my book. The first sounds from downstairs resonated up to my ears and filling with muffled tones, panicked screams, enjoyable laughter, and moaning. I blocked most of it out the second I opened the book. The story of O, it proclaim on the side. I shut it harshly when they spoke of slaves and intercourse, but my curiosity got the better of me. As early night turned into late evening and early morning, I poured all my thoughts into the book. Before finally falling asleep with it on top of my chest, my mind filled with visions. I opened my eyes sometime later to the smell of him close by. But no matter how hard I opened I couldn’t see past the dark in front of me. I thought he had made me go blind, and went to open my mouth to scream. That is when I felt his hand on top of my head, running it through each strand. His touch was comforting, just as I started to relax into the feeling I realized he was touching me. I realize more that I was close, my mind started backing up the scene. Each second of panic brought more fabric, more images, more skin into the scene. When it was complete, all I could see was my hair. As my head was deep between his legs. His hand caressing my head while directing it so powerfully I felt loved and confused at the same time. I swallowed in my mind somewhere, and followed the line down my long hair. I could just make out the nakedness of my back, thighs, and souls. I did scream than and pulled up. As I did I woke up back in my room, the covers thrown off and sitting straight up like out of a movie. You know the type were the girl is dead but not really, finds herself in an open casket at her funeral. Just as everyone starts crying she sits up, and the eerie music plays. I turned my head as many shuffled feet were getting louder and closer to my door. I panicked and pulled the covers around me and ran for the closet. I got the door just closed as 4 men stormed in. I could see through the cracks that one was Michael, and they began looking under beds and in bathrooms for me. I wasn’t sure what to do. So I talked through the door. “I….I …am fine. You can all leave now. It was just a dream. So …sorry. Please go.” They turned towards my voice and than looked at Michael. He nodded and they all left except him. I sighed, “You can come out now, it’s safe,” He said. “I don’t want to come out. I want to stay here, besides I don’t have clothes on and I am not going to let you see me naked. So get out.” I responded. His face looked like he was pondering his next move. I waited for what seemed like ever, and than he said “As I told you before I don’t take orders in my house. So, why don’t you come out. I have seen naked girls before, and I need to make sure that someone isn’t in there with you making you lie so they can harm you more.” I sighed and slammed the door open, almost knocking it off the track “Look see! I have no one in here. Now you can leave” and I shut the door back with the same force. He laughed so deeply than “Oh you have spunk,” he patted the bed “Come on, sit down. Why don’t you tell me about your dream”. I didn’t respond. “OKKK…I’ll go than. But remember I am here.” He got up to leave and went out of my sight. I heard the door close, and breathed a sigh of relief. I stepped out slowly with each cautious step trying to get back to the bed again. I than made a running dash for it, just in case. My bed covers got caught up than, turning me and twisting me in such different ways and than smack landed right on my ass. He laughed than. “Graceful I see” I followed the voice; “I thought you left” I slammed back. “And miss your dance of the blankets! NEVER!” He laughed and said. “Stop laughing at me” I pulled the covers back up again and made the rest of the way to bed. When I was settled I rubbed my side. “You know I could have someone look at your side for you, or you could let me look at it." My eyes narrowed, but when I took in a deep breath and it was painful I responded differently than I wanted to. “You and one other person may look and he/she must be a doctor” I said. He nodded and quickly went out the door leaving the only light into the room coming from the hallway. Within minutes he was back with the lady from the dinning room. I raised my eyebrow “THIS is who you choose? I must have done something terrible in my past life.” The lady looked back at him, she must have had a strange look because his facial response was a shrug and what expression. She turned back to me, and said “Look child, do you really want a male in here?” I sighed and shook my head “Good now drop the sheet and lay on the side that doesn’t hurt. I dropped my jaw in shock, and looked a Michael. He just shrugged, I sighed in response and said “Michael, please turn around.” He quirked his head “Why you embarrassed?” I wasn’t than but I definitely was now. My body responded by looking down and blushing profusely as I scrambled to place the sheet to wear I was covering more. The Lady said, “Well that’s nice, maybe you aren’t a wash up after all.” She clapped her hands as if to say today. I sighed and stood up dropping my sheet and turning with my breast against the wall. Showing them my backside and the curves of my hips. “Let’s get on with this,” I responded…..

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Thats all for now folks

Hana

News for today

I came across this and wanted to share it, it just makes me angry and sad at the same time..

Infants being gagged in Russia

Hana

Him Part 3

Disclaimer: What you are about to read is purely fiction. The names in here are fantasy and nothing written has every truly. They are just deep thoughts from a deep place within me.

I stormed up the stairs, so irritated that I had no idea where I was and now had to confront my best friend about the loser running the house. What a creep he was, I thought. I barged in the door not so quietly and startled Jennifer obviously. She was redressed in more attire from the 1930’s; she was putting on the last of her lipstick it looked like when I stormed in. This caused her hand to jump and the lip linear to run up the side of her cheek. I raised my eyebrow when she turned on me with such a aggravated look in her eyes. “LOOK! Chill the fuck out! Just tell me where we are, and how the fuck did you bring that dress? I mean you told me we were just going out for the night, but you had all of our damn bags packed!” I trailed my eyes around the room as I noticed something in the corner, my dress the green one and sitting in the chair in front of the dress was him! I was infuriated I ran straight for him without thought! “What the FUCK are you doing in here, and how did you get here before me?” I slammed in aggravated tones at him with large strides set to slap him when I got there. Jennifer knows this stride and practically dived, dress and all, in front of me totally catching me off guard. She grabbed my hand and started pushing me back before I could make contact. She slammed me so hard against the door I lost my breath. “Look bitch, calm down! Yes, I planned this. Yes, I waited months to find the right moment and the right to get you here. But it is for your own damn good. Now! Shut up for 5 seconds and listen…” She would have said more but his voice cut her off. “Jennifer,” He said calmly “Let her go, she isn’t ready. You should take her home.” I scanned Jennifer and tried to unscramble everything in her eyes. She released me than and started writing down the address. She had tears in her eyes when she handed me the paper. I was so confused, why was she so upset? I must have looked confused because when I touch her tear he spoke again. “You should probably be going you have a long ride back” With that he opened the bedroom door, I was still in a daze. Is he really telling me to leave her here? Like this? That anger boiled up again and I turned to him with all the venom I had. “Look! I don’t know what is going on here, but I am not leaving like this. Not now and not ever. So why don’t you get the fuck out so we can talk!” I stood directly in front of him, though he towered over me. I felt to short so I rose onto my tiptoes. He smiled than, “I see, well this is my house and though I would normally not be shoved around I will give you 5 minutes. Than I call the cab” He said. “Fine I yelled back” and turned my back from him. I took Jennifer’s hand than and sat down on the bed with her. I place a tissue against the smeared color on her face, and began correcting her make-up. “So, I am calm. Tell me why you’re so upset”. What was suppose to be five minutes turned into hours, the cab came left as she poured out how this man had come to her. How she had fallen in love with him, and he had introduced her to this whole world of sexuality. How their time together was so wonderful, and how she shared information about me with her boyfriend. They started going to “events” of like-minded people, and upon further meeting people felt more and more that I was missing out. She than told some of the intimate members that she and I went to certain clubs on certain nights. Men, unbeknownst to me, came and watched. After months of this Michael, who owned the house, came to her telling about this party and how he was interested. She pleaded with me to stay and just watch, to talk to Michael and to just see if there was a connection. After telling her I would think on it, I hoped into the bath. It was hot, and steamed up the room. I soaked until my skin was wrinkly, and when I got out with just a towel I had made a decision. “Jennifer” I said after cracking the door. “Yes, “ she said still sounding like she was crying. “I’ll stay just so your not alone, BUT I can’t guarantee I will talk to him. I will promise to watch openly, but he just…” She was so excited she cut me “OH! That’s great!” She hugged me so big than, and I got ready and when we closed the door to the bedroom I knew I had started a whole new path I knew nothing about….

Hana

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I will be post my next "Him" Part today sometime. I know no one is reading it but hey! Maybe someone will find us together soon. As for life. The bits is doing great on her speech! I just got over a hellacious cold. Avon hates me! My brand new sewing machine died, and now I have to borrow a used one because the one Master bought me is on back order. Oh and sex, well I have been taking prenatals to up my estrogen. So my sex drive is way out of control. Plus I am way sensitive. Master has taken advantage of this fully. Sunday night or Saturday he fucked me so hard I bruised my pelvic bone. My body on top of his, his arms around my waist and slamming me down on top of him. Followed by adding clips to my nipples until I could do nothing but stutter. Than last night I teasingly said "are we sex yet" while completely clothed on the bed. He just smiled...and 30 min later he was blindfolding me. He took out his nice flogger and abused me with it. Followed up by clips from top to bottom and he hit them off one by one. I held my breath through most of the beginning as not to scream out and wake up the girls. He got up closed the door and smacked me so hard, leaning in saying "Your screams, moans, whimpers, shivers, and pants are all mine don't hold your breath" And when he turned a clip off me that accidentally turned to much he said "Shut up no one wants to hear you complain" I laughed than and he responded with slamming his dick into me. I am totally bruised and tender in so many places...and you know what my body is still craving him now if not more.

What the heck?

Hana