Him Part 12

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


I woke up to the first rays of dawn shining in on my face. I stretched slightly and took a bit a grimace from the still sore rib. I roll onto my side and threw my feet into the soft carpet and breathed a deep sigh of relief and the cozy feel. When I opened my eyes again I saw a girl across from me just rolling out of bed herself. “Good I won’t have to wake you. I’m Ruth, your roommate.” She was a cheerful little thing. Rounded cheeks like from the storybooks, and nice plump tummy to match. Her smile so radiant it was contagious and she made me giggle slightly. “I’m…” I tried to say but she cut me off with a shoo of her hand. “I know who you are, your Hannah. I am sure once you get your barrings you’ll remember me,” she said cheerfully. She was just making her bed as we talked, and she acquainted me with her early morning routine. “Of course you can change it as it suits you, but it has helped me through the years,” she stated. She put her gray hair up in a tight bun and than put her maids cap on top. I laughed so much than as the cap looked like something my grandmother wore to bed though it was black with ruffles. More nighttime wear than daywear, she smiled. “Master says it suits me,” she giggled than. I grabbed my uniform off the end of my bed and asked her were we where suppose to be first at what time. She answered and I went off into the side door into the room that I knew would lead to a bathroom. I looked at my watch and hummed to myself “Good 2 hours before I need to be in the kitchen, plenty of time to wash and freshen up”. I turned the shower on as hot as I thought I could stand it and let the water pour over all the bruises that had accumulated. It felt so good time flew by unknown to me, and I shaved and washed leisurely. I heard the door open and the warm room became a bit chilly. “Hannah?” Ruth’s cheerful but worried voice inquired. “Yes?” I said. “OH MY! You have 20 minutes to get dressed and be down the hall you better get out now and HURRY!” she said. I stop the tap instantly and rushed out of the drying off speratically as Ruth came in and I blushed. “No time for that right now, I have seen many naked bodies in my time. You need my help or you’ll never finish,” she stated without stopping her assault on drying me thoroughly. I would have just thrown my clothes on damp but she insisted. Once dried except my long her she sighed and helped me into my lacey panties, black maids’ uniform that was mostly ruffles and lace, and a small apron around my waist. She helped me get the thigh highs on, and my heeled shows all in black. I popped my hair up into a not so tight bun, and snapped a few pins in. Than Ruth aligned my hat and before I could take one last look was dragging me out of the bathroom by the hand. I grabbed my watch and some lipstick on the way out which I put on as we rushed down the hall. We made it five minutes to spare and I dropped the lipstick in a small drawer just outside the kitchen to get later. A few strands of hair had come undone in our hurry. So I took a minute to set them back in place and Ruth straightened herself before entering. I followed behind her expecting to find Michael or Big John on the other side. Instead only the cook and the butler were there. I chuckled low and nudged Ruth, whispering low “you had me rush for nothing they aren’t even here yet.” She didn’t respond and when she stopped next to the butler I was still smiling when I stepped beside her. Two girls ran in a few minutes later, about my age one brunette and the other a red head. The cook called over his shoulder “Your late, mark it down 10 each”. They walked up to a pad on the table and scribbled on it. Just when I was about to ask Ruth about it I heard Michael walk through the door in deep conversation with another male I didn’t know. He didn’t even make eye contact with me but kept his conversation going as the cook held a ladle out to him and he tasted it. He paused and nodded and than continued through the other door. I blinked a bit having been completely ignored but my attention turned back to the cook as he began to speak. “Hannah I know your new upstairs, but I also know Ruth is normally early not on the dot. So I am going to take a guess and say that was your doing.” I went to say something and Ruth pinched me so I didn’t. “Let me tell you how my kitchen works. Everyone is in here preferably early so that we can have the entire course on the table promptly. Michael strolled through here possible because his food was not flying out the door yet for him and his guest. I suggest you find a way to make here in a good amount of time. Now I am sure no one has explained demerits to you. So let me take a moment to explain them. Each demerit is worth one of something. 10 demerits are worth 10 mins or punishment. 20 demerits are worth a privilege removed and so on. At the end of the week we add them up, and depending on the total your owner at the owner who you are serving will come to an agreement on what the total is worth in debt. Than you will serve that debt or you can have the choice to leave the house. Those are you choices. All demerits come in as many as we feel owned for the mistake. It is at our discretion. For making not only you to run behind but also Ruth…..and for not having dried hair and proper attire for the duty you are performing today,” with that she pointed to the run in my hose,”40 demerits.” She than turned and walked away from, finishing spooning all the breakfast items on their individual platters. My jaw dropped at the harshness and I stepped forward. She raised her head slightly and met cold eyes with me I swallowed and stepped back. She than lifted a platter and the red head at the end grabbed it and headed out the door Michael had just left. All of us except the butler followed suit, and I followed Ruth as the caboose into the dinning room. She whispered to me orders as we went. How to hold the trays, how to place them on the table, how to position my body, what to look for when more is needed, so much stuff I thought my head would explode. Though thankfully breakfast went just fine. All the girls were called to someone’s side to feed from their hands. All except for me. When they left and we carried the empty plates in. The cook, George, handed me a small plate of food and pointed to a corner. “You must have really pissed him off, go eat over there. Hurry I have things I need done.” He said. I did as he told me and tried to not let Michael’s shunning bother me. The morning chores went by fast, and smooth, I fixed my hose and hair in passing. So by the time lunch rolled around I was presentable and early with Ruth. Lunch went smoothly as well, but I was still not offered food. Again I had to eat alone in the corner. This went on for days, but the weekend I was desperate for just anything from him. It never came no matter how much I succeeded. When Sunday rolled around I was so consumed with need to see him, that when I was called into his den I was not prepared for the demerits to be removed but wanted him and only him. I stepped through the door seeing George, Michael, Heather, and Big John. I almost turned around and when Michael stood up and pointed to a spot in front of him I screamed inside my head. I closed my eyes and sunk into the chair before them, and waited my fate.

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I am still on the fence about this story, it's been plaster over most BDSM sites. I understand some of why she continued to see him after the supposed sexual work, but I just am on the fence about if she gave consent and never asked to leave why he was convicted. I will have to think about it more. Here's the story

http://www.amny.com/news/local/crime/am-sexabuse0306,0,4318597.story

I know most of you won't understand my thinking, you really have to have a contract and be in this life to see my confusion. Here is another part of the story

http://www.amny.com/news/local/wire/ny-bc-ny--sampmontrial0305mar05,0,4603869.story

You can read comments from people that new him and didn't take them as you will any other online thing you can read them here

http://www.downonmyknees.com/archives/bdsm_news/master_arrested_for_force.php

Now here's the problem I have with the whole trend of things. I know many many MANY women who have had what has been described by this women and it was all consensual and all done in that realm and than some. From branding to cutting, to rape scenes, to tied up, to surgical scenes, and the list goes on and on. I have seen these relationships break up and than come back together. Or be completely destroyed by lies somewhere else in the world and leave the girls floundering. I think it all comes down to this....Did she say stop? Did she ever try to leave? Did she truly feel this was wrong and speak up about it? These things are never stated in the scores of documents online. So no one really knows whether this girl just one day decided that she didn't want to do it anymore, and so instead of telling him she wanted out she called the police. OR was she really fearful for her life. No one really knows accept here and this is what leaves me on the fence.

Just my two cents
Hana

Him Part 11

I know two posts in one day are you amazed? I am doing it cause I need to move it along, I have a spot I would like to reach before Friday. So here you go. Sorry for the length ther was really no way to break it up.

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

The time in my dungeon basement was so disorientating. There would be days that Heather came in and made sweet love to me, and days she was a terror to be around. Each day was spent partly on teaching me something new. If I didn’t learn whatever they were after to teach me I was ultimate punished and Big John (what I called him when he was evil) would come out the following day. It was as if he than had a license to not hold back, and on those he didn’t. Though through the fear of Big John I learned a lot about how to push feelings to climax and into a small fire. It takes time and patience but it can happen. I did live up to my promise to myself, and never again was a surprised by who came down the stairs or water for that matter. I lived for the exercise room, though it was a grueling time, it was the only time I could see daylight shining in the windows. I spent all of my time on my knees doing various functions of basic training. From kneeling, to movement, to commands, to hand motions, to exercise, to eating off the floor, to begging for everything, and much more I cannot even remember. The days rolled into one another, as the weeks flew by. I tried to keep track of how long I was in there but after three times I slept and couldn’t remember what day it was I gave up. I learned to walk with a leash and how to play the perfect pet. I had come so use to not speaking I wasn’t even sure what my true voice sounded like. The day a stranger enter my basement space I was so confused. I could smell his cologne, and his shoes were definitely no one I knew. His pace was heavier and he spoke with a bit of accent. I didn’t at first make the connection; through I tried to recollect all the names in all the files in Michael’s office, because I spent the first moment of his entrance looking at his feet. He spoke to me about how much he hear about me, and how he was here to look me over. I was unsure what that exactly entailed but I hoped whatever it is that it wasn’t painful. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a small motion against his thigh. I new the command but never having performed for someone else I hesitated slightly. When his hand rose I was more frighten of what was coming than a mistake and I moved fast. He hummed to himself, but said nothing to me. He made several more motions that I followed precisely, leaving me standing with my eyes downcast in the last motion he made. He than circled me, taking in all my features. I knew this only because as he went around he made notes to himself about my body. He said things like “small breast” or “bruise on left buttock”. I blushed on something’s and not on others. He than stood right infront of me and caressed my cheek softly, I purred and leaned into it. When he removed his hand I put my head back in place just in time to see his hand raise and I closed my eyes to prepare for contact. When it never came I open them slightly and his face was looking at me. His expression was one of curiosity and deep thought, the way his eyebrows were furrowed took all my strength not to laugh. He than began examining me deeper, pinching places while teasing others. When he was done he snapped a leash on me and had me crawl around after him. The time seemed to go on forever and I started wearing down, but kept up pretty well with his commands. He tied my leash to a leg of bed and petted my head and than left. I was confused, I contemplated in my head whether that meant stay or released or take a rest or what exactly. I must have been thinking for a long time when smelled before I heard Michael’s footsteps come down the stairs. Isabelle was behind him with a chair, which she set down in front of me and than left. Michael sat comfortably with a file in his grasp and leaned forward on his knees. “Well it looks like you are still here,” He said. I was unsure if I was to respond as it wasn’t a direct question so I didn’t. “Do you know who that was?” He asked. I shook my head still unsure to my voice. He smiled “You can respond vocally for now. A simple yes or no Master will suffice.” I open my mouth to speak and came up with a cracking voice, I had to swallow a few times and clear to get the words out “Yes Master, No Master I don’t who that was.” He petted my head and smiled “I thought maybe you would remember Old Telly from the files. I guess it’s been a bit to much to remember after the months you’ve had,” He said. My eyes went wide, months I have spent months down here! The thoughts that ran through my head I had to reach down deep to push them all back and not ruin my only moments with the man I loved. “Yes, months Hannah. This” he held up the file in his hands “has the final report from Telly in it. I was going to take sometime and stew on his thoughts, but I think I will just dive into it now…here. In front of you. Don’t you think that would be fun Hannah?” He said thought not really asked. With that he leaned back in the chair, stretched his legs out til his feet meet my lap, placed them on top dirt and all and opened the file. I just sat there trying to not drop my jaw in shock. He read slowly each page, and I could hear each page turn slowly. At one point I lowered my eyes to his shoes and he peeked over the file and tsked. “You know you are always suppose to look at me unless I tell you otherwise,” he said. “10 demerits.” I was unsure what demerits were but I knew I didn’t want more and quickly raised my eyes to meet his face again. He smiled and returned to his reading. As time passed my knees and thighs starting aching, and than became numb and tingling. I wanted to move with each passing moment and I had to dig deep to sit still. When his folder finally closed I breathed a small sigh of relief. I thought this would mean he would change positions, but he didn’t and my body and mind starting screaming at me. I had to swallow hard to concentrate on what he was saying, “It seems Telly thinks your ready for upstairs. That would me you would become domestic service instead a pit service. That would also mean your sexual activity would be less important though still a key element. This would allow you to learn how to serve all through the house in many ways. You even be allowed to speak, and could earn free time.” At the word free time I lighted up and thought of the outdoors with a good book instantly, he chuckled at what my face must have looked like. “ But you realize this is only Telly’s opinion and as you know I make my own assessment,” He paused and I instantly lowered my shoulders, “Yes that’s right your way out of here is through me. I am sure you knew that was coming somewhere in that pretty little head. So tell me how long have your legs been numb?” I was a bit thrown off by the question from right filled and my eyes shot up to meet his before I looked again at the bridge of his nose. His face smirked as if he had trapped a mouse in his snare and tried to compile what I was supposed to say. “Anytime Hannah. I am waiting for response, don’t make me wait to long,” He said impatiently. “Yes Master, umm they have been numb since about half way through your reading,” I said. “See that wasn’t so hard I will only give you 5 demerits for that delay. Now why didn’t you beg to change positions? I told you could speak so why didn’t you?” I blinked away a tear as now I could control my emotions a lot better. Slowly I started feeling the life upstairs fading from my grasp. “Be..ecause I didn’t think it was respectful to disturb you…..Master” I said with a slight crack in my voice that totally gave my emotions away. “You know how to use your mouth, you know how to beg, so don’t make excuses for not letting the Master…YOUR MASTER…” when his voice rose he stood up and leaned in close to my face, I could feel his hot breath on me. “Know what is going on in my body that I own. Do you understand?” He said through gritted teeth. I was crying than “Yes Master, I beg for your forgiveness please Master.” He leaned in so close to me than our nose were touching, my whole body wanted to lean back away from the evil that had spawn in front of me and was now crowding my personal space. It took me digging my nails into my thighs to keep me there. “FORGIVENESS? You want my forgiveness!? Why should I give you forgiveness?” He screamed back at me. I went to open my mouth to respond but before I could say anything he grabbed a hold of my hair with one hand, and just like I had seen Big John do to Isabelle months before he dragged me up the stairs. Just like Isabelle, I did nothing to heed is movement and the swiftness of each step caught my feet or back and made me whimper slightly. I had swallowed my tears by the time I reached the top. Michael tossed the file at Isabelle, who was standing in the doorway. He turned me over easily slamming my knees into the wood floor and than dragged me by my hair through the first floor. “Is this where you want to be Hannah? Is this what you think you deserve? Is this where my forgiveness lies? Tell me Hannah? What does the selfish bitch think she needs? I really want to know,” He said as we passed from the hall to the kitchen to the livingroom. He never stopped, and I did everything I could to keep up without being to dragged. He slammed me into the wood door to his office and I took in many breaths to try to lower the rage that was forming in the pit of my belly. I hit the floor as fast as I could and tried to cover my looks and body language by kissing the floor and his feet. I heard Isabelle’s feet hurry to catch up behind him and than his snap and his office door was opened. He picked me up by my hair again, his rage to massive in his face I instantly swallowed any rage I had. It was nothing compared to his and than I was airborne and landing hard on the marble titled floor. I heard Micheal say “50 demerits” to Isabelle before slamming the door in her face. He leather boots hit the floor hard as he walked to follow where I had landed. My side was aching immensely and head was bleeding. I raised my eyes to him as he came close and gathered all my strength to say “Master, please I am hurting. Please may….I….” I paused trying to catch my breath. “MAY YOU WHAT?” he screamed at me. I arched back from the fearl voice that came out “Please can I ….I beg to be allowed to tell you about where I am hurting.” He lifted his hand as if to slap me and I prepared well in advance to be tossed across the room. Than I heard his footsteps pass me, and him lift the phone “HEATHER get in here!” and he slammed it down. He kneeled right in front of me and smiled “It only took me breaking a rib for you say something?” He said calmly though the man I just saw was still evident in his eyes. “You have my forgiveness and you may stay upstairs. You will in future tell me, or one of the other owners here, when you are harm in a physical manner that needs attention. Do you understand?” He said. I started crying than “Yes Master! Yes!” I said. He kissed the top of my head and held me gently in his arms, when Heather came in she shook her head. “Can’t you teach her without breaking something?” she chuckled. “No! Isn’t that obvious.” He chuckled back. She fixed me up easily and than Michael carried me down the hall into one of the guess rooms. It had two beds, but as it was the middle of the day no one was in the other. He laid me in the bed and than Heather gave me some pills. “Take these” She said. I knew not to question and after swallowing she said to Michael “Let’s let her rest” and they slid quietly out of the room. I snuggled in the warmth of a actually bed with sheets and a comforter and soon was asleep.

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Him Part 10

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

I was startled awake by something needle like stinging my face. When I took a gasp of air I realized I was covered in ice-cold water. I shook my head a bit in complete confusion as I saw John’s massive being head straight for me. I thought he had come to cuddle me or pick me up like last night. So when he grabbed me by my hair and yanked me out of bed I was in total disbelief. “I said breakfast bitch!” he screamed as he dragged me to the grown and forced me into a kneeling position. I was confused and in such pain that I reached for his hand on my head thinking I could calm some of his anger. His hand immediately shot up and I had no preparation as it made contact with my left jaw. The pain so harsh it felt like my head would split in two, and I knew it would leave a bruise. He made few movements, one to open his pants followed by slamming my mouth over his cock before I could even catch my breath. He rammed my face down and up his engorged cock and repeated over and over “When I say breakfast you better fucking move you little whore!” I vowed there and than that I would sleep lighter, no matter what. I would hear that door open and would be up and out of bed before the person even made it to the bottom step. I repeated this to myself as he painfully fucked my face and slammed his shaft down my throat til I thought I would threw up all over him. He pulled my head back and I took a deep breath, and he slapped me full swing across my right check. I felt my lip split and the unmistakable taste of copper in my mouth. Though before I could even think his cock was back in my mouth and I tried everything to keep up with his movements. I kept thinking that if I could make him finish faster his assault would stop. My jaw started aching, my throat started drying out and burning, and the tears never stopped flowing. Just when I felt I could take no more he pulled out of my mouth and plaster his hot semen all over my face. It tasted like old fish and it stung my eyes. But he wasn’t done with me yet. He dragged me across the concrete on my knees and slammed my head into a water basin that he must have set up in advance. He splashed my face back and forth in it until I couldn’t breath and my lungs started to burn. Than and only than did he lift me out of the water. He quickly dragged me over to the middle of the room, took an end of rope and looped it assertively around my wrist, and stepped over to the wall. I saw him press a button and the rope tighten until I was lifting off the ground. When my legs were straight, and he still didn’t stop the upward climb, I click my legs with all my might. It did nothing but make his face smile again. I learned to hate that smile that day. When my toes were the only things touching the ground he released the button on the wall. I must have looked panicked because he spoke than. “Today we test your tolerance level, today I get to have my fun!” he smiled again and I knew I was in trouble. This man could do some evil things that were very painful, and I was nowhere interested in being his guinea pig. I tired womanly wiles first “Oh John, you don’t want to play with tiny little me. I am no fun, but I could be if you let me down.” I batted my eyelashes as I spoke and tipped my voice up an octave. He just laughed and the sting of the cane made contact with my bare flesh at the top of my thigh. I bit my lip hard as not to scream. John leaned in close to me than and said, “All I want to hear from you are your screams. Don’t worry you won’t be able to hold them in for to long. You will scream like a pig. Oink oink! Just to show you that whatever you say will only make me want to hurt you more, let’s test your screaming ability first.” His eyes went deep black and the haunting beast that lay beneath emerged. I was scared than, but I bit hard determined that no matter what he did I would not scream. He attached something metal to my nipples and the instant pain that shot threw me was like I had been touched with a hot poker. I tried to absorb much of the initial pain into my body, but doing so only made my cunt wet. I huffed a bit as he began tightening the metal prods on my nipples, but when he added similar clamps to my cunt lips I could have died right than and there. Though to my satisfaction no screams left my lips, but blood from the biting sipped into my mouth. He took out a little black object with two poking prods from the tip; I turned my head slightly curious as to what it was. He flicked a switch and I watch the current jump from one prod to the next. My eyes went big and he smiled wider. He set the prods on the clips between my legs and the shockwave that flowed through my body left no room for my swallowed screams. I opened my mouth and cried out to the walls that never answered. When the pain stopped and he touched my clit and toyed with it, I was sure he would gain nothing from his little pain game. He pulled his fingers from between my thighs and grazed it against my nose. I could smell my aroma on his fingers and they were covered in liquid that was glistening I blushed intensely. “Aww your blushes are even more precious. I think we are going to have lots of fun!” He said with such dripping evil I felt my stomach turn in regret and fear. The next hours spent in his clutches were a mixture of pain, fear, temptation, and confusion. When he was done I could no longer stand on my own, and there was no place on my body that was left unmarked by his wicked hand. He placed my battered body in a bath that smelled of rosemary, and kissed the top of my forehead. “You did good little kitty,” he said before leaving me. Anastasia appeared out of nowhere and she bathed me. When I could feel some of my being again she helped me back to my bed and placed a warm blanket over my body. She than helped me to take a large drink of water until I felt I would be sick. I heard her go upstairs and than I was trapped in my dreams of the day’s events…..

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Him Part 9

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 tried to move around in the small confines of the space. I had to curl my legs all the way up to my chest to turn at all. I had enough room to raise my head to full height. So when I was kneeling I reached my left arm out into what felt like cobwebs to see where the wall ended. I was consumed instantly by the feeling of crawling on my hands, I cried but continued my push for where the wall ended. I kept reaching and fell over to my left never finding the wall. I sighed and mentally tried to prepare myself to crawl the length of webs to find another end to my darkened space. I was very thankful there was no light, and could not see what I could hear crawling in a space rarely used. I took one big breath and raised my feet to the webs knocking them all down and scattering the spiders off into the dark or out under the cracks in the door. I screamed as the crawled over my thighs to escape and tried to kill them as I felt them. Once the creepy crawlies were gone I made my way to find the walls end. It took some doing, as I had to roll onto my knees and hunch my back to get in the right position. I held my right arm out as a guide and within about 10 ft I felt the walls end. I smiled at the thought of being able to stretch out. I laid my body out from the wall to the door, which I never did reach and wiggled until I was comfortable on my stomach. When my head hit my arms I fell asleep again, lost in the downward spiral of the punishment. My dreams were filled with images of the days, weeks, and months before to the love Michael and I shared. I was still high in my dreams when the door opened and poured light into my face. I blinked slowly as my vision cleared, and rolled slightly on my side to try to get a better picture at what was going on. To my surprise, the door was left open but I saw and heard no one beyond. I was truly uncertain what to do. My head was screaming, “run…go” but somewhere in the recesses of my body they were screaming, “Caution, it could be a trick”. I was so confused by the conflict that I knelt just inside the cave and thought through what could and couldn’t happen. I closed my eyes and tried to listen for other breathing, I stuck a hand half way out the entrance to see if it would be slammed with something, I even pushed the door the remainder the way open to see if I could feel a resistance or hear a movement on the other side. I was met with dead silence. The silence itself seem to have a life of its own, it was thick with precaution that it felt like weights attached to each portion of my body. I knew I could not stand in indecision forever so I finally made a choice. I kissed the ground very lightly at the entrance, and raced out of the door as fast as I could. I kept my eyes focused on the wall on the other side and did everything in my power to make it there on my hands and knees before the thickening silence enveloped me in its clutches again. I was half way to the wall when I stated feeling like I was "home fee" and I started relaxing. I was alone in the room. Other than the light just outside my cave, the rest of the room was dark as night. My shoulders released their tension, my breathing settled, and I slowed down my hurry. When I was in the final strides to what I knew was the door that lead to the basement I heard my cave door slam behind me. My whole body tensed up and I froze like a deer in the headlights. I could feel the air seeping around the door to the basement, and I screamed in my head “move” but nothing would respond. Instead my body backed up onto it’s heels and slowly turned around. I flutter my eyes to the floor and placed my small hands on my thighs. I knew this position would not let me see what was coming, but I felt I would rather not know. I smelled Heather before she reached me. The scent was unmistakable and I pushed the thought in my records for later thought or need. When her gloved hand touched my cheek so gently I jumped out of fear, she soothed me in response petting the top my head and curling the hairs at the base my scalp lovingly. “It’s ok kitten, don’t be afraid,” her voice was like liquid silk and I wanted to just fall into it like a warm blanket. It was so intoxicating that I leaned my head, without thought, into her tender touch. I could almost feel the smile rise on her face as her cheery voice said “That’s right your safe, just relax. Shhhh.” I than smelled the sweet fragrance of strawberries as it came closer and closer to my mouth. She teased it a bit across my lips before saying “Open up kitten.” I did as she commanded, and was reward with the sensuous taste of home grown strawberries. I purred loudly and nudged her hand; she placed more fruits into my mouth. Melons, grapes, pineapple, kiwi, and parts of orange were in the menu. Each piece made my stomach more longing and needing. Each moment I became more and more dependent on the next piece. When she paused I would lick her fingers, when she feed me I would purr at the taste, and when she petted me I would roll into her touch. My whole world was consumed by the moments, the whole room fell away from and my only thoughts were to make her happy to get more food. When the food stopped and no more came after licking her hand I was in a state of panic. My stomach wanted, my body needed but none were coming. I tired everything I could think of to gain a piece. I curled at her feet and rubbed my body against her thighs, I meowed until my throat was dry, I whimpered and kissed her feet repeatedly to no avail. I could smell the fruit on her plate, I knew it was there and my body begged for it. The time clicked by as I rolled on my back and arched my tummy, she chuckled but no food was forth coming. Than I heard John’s voice from behind me, “Greedy little bitch isn’t she?” I rolled over onto my knees and relaxed my body, allowing my whole being to speak my shame. Rolling my eyes and head down to my chest, tears quietly seeped into the corners of my eyes. There was no response from Heather immediately. I just sat there awaiting my punishment that I was sure was coming. “Aww John look you made her cry,” she said after awhile. That only made me cry more, and my stomach rumbled as she moved close to me. I felt John’s hand travel down my spine “She’s precious when she cries, “ was his only response. Though his fingers said a lot more as they traveled to crease of my buttocks. I felt a shiver when her soft hands touched my nipple, and I swallowed as I tried to prepare myself for what may come. She leaned in close to my ear and whispered “So precious, so tiny, so wanting, so trusting. Let me in little kitty.” I let out a slow exhale of breath through my parted lips, which suddenly felt parched. My tongue reached out to lick them wet again and her mouth moved close to mine. When our lips touched my body betrayed me and my whole being moved from one of hunger to lust. I felt the weight of John behind me as his bare hands wrapped around my hips and nestled myself inbetween his thighs. His whisperings were deeper and more demanding “Little kitty want to play? You think you deserve to play little kitty?” I didn’t know how to answer so I didn’t respond. When Heathers lips parted from mine her hands started wandering down to my breast. I could feel her nails pressing into the sides lightly, while they slide around the shape and to my nipple were the tweaked them slightly and I took in deep breath trying to anticipate. She chuckled evilly than “Don’t anticipate kitty, or you’re going to loose,” she said. I let out a deep breath and tried to relax again, not a easy task. My whole body tensed when John’s wandering fingers staring pushing against my thighs. I knew he wanted me to open but I couldn’t gain the thought process to do it. One of his hands trailed up to the base my hairline and I purred slightly when they slide there way home in my tresses. When his gripped tightened I was in such a state of panic that I tried to lift my body towards his hand to relieve the pain. In response Heather pulled on my nipples hard, John leaned close to my ear “Open up and back in position before I put you there.” Tears welled up in my eyes and rolled down my cheeks, I willed my bottom back onto my heels, which caused an immense amount of pain in my head and slowly spread my thighs. John slid his tongue over my cheek to wipe up the tears, and Heather said “Yes precious indeed”. His hands found their way into the folds of my warm pussy, and her hands continued to torment my breast. My body started warming up to the sensations, and my pussy started moistening with each passing moment. Their fingers worked my body like I was their clay. They knew were to touch, when, and how much. So when John pushed on my back and had me raise my ass in the air, I was more than ready to feel him inside me. Heather lifted her skirt in front of my head, and I immediately smelled the pungent aroma of her sex. Having enjoyed Jennifer in everyway I was not intimidated by Heather’s direction. I even reached my tongue out for her without having to be told. I could feel the tip of John’s shaft twirl around my entrance, but I was consumed in my only lust and want for Heather I lost track of what he was doing. Than when I felt like he was going to plummet into my sex, and I knew that this would bring me to orgasm, he stopped. I felt him move away from me, but was so lost in Heathers folds I really didn’t pay attention where he was going. Within moments she started slowly back away from my working tongue. I did what I felt was appropriate and followed after her slow movements. Though when she quickly stepped out of my reach I opened my eyes to see what was going on. My body was alive with the need; my heart was almost racing out of my chest. She smiled slightly and said “Beg”. She stared at me than, I opened my mouth to speak and was immediately met with a instant pain across my ass. I found out where John was quickly, “No speaking kitty!” I tried with all my might to resist the tears, so confused was I. Heather spoke than, “Kitty, Kitty, Kitty. You know you want it. Beg for me. Come on little kitty. Tell me how much you need it.” I closed my eyes and tried to remember what kitties did in heat. I arched my back and lifted my ass in the air and meowed long and wantonly. She smiled to me in response but moved no closer. I swayed close to her like a cat looking for its prey, and meowed questionably at her. She smiled and petted the floor “Kitty, Kitty, Kitty,” she said while she spread her legs slightly. I followed her movement by a deep purr from my belly and ran my tongue across my upper teeth. Each movement she rewarded me with more visualization of my goal, and each movement brought me closer. When I was right between her thighs I lowered my head and pitifully meowed for allowance. She lowered her hand to my hair and dragged me to the folds between her legs. My tongue found it’s pace and I allowed myself to be enveloped in the smell and taste of her body. When her moans echoed the wall I felt John slam into my pussy and me clamped around him. His body moved so rhythmically to my tongue that I barely heard his words reach my ear “Don’t you cum you little bitch, don’t even think about it.” I was so on the edge, and I had never tried to stop before it took all my willpower to reverse gears. His constant pounding into me did nothing to control the urge, and several times I had to stop my assault to breath and relax and try to follow his command. Each time I stopped she pulled on some part of my body, and I would than continue. It was like I was running a race I wasn’t sure if I would win. When I felt his body collapse on top of me as his cock pulsed between my legs I knew I had made it. Heather gave me one last scream before she patted my head and said, “That’s enough kitty.” I smiled and slide out kissing her feet when I went passed. John pulled out of me very slowly than and when he came into my view he was dripping with sweat and fluid from both of our bodies. He placed only his boots back on and than the two exchanged an evil smile. “Come her little kitty,” he said as he pointed to his boot. I was a bit unsure but crawled to his boot and kissed it. “Now wrap your legs around it with your clit on the tip,” he said. I followed his instructions and looked up to him when in place. “Now you may cum, and if you do in five minutes than you can sleep in a bed tonight,” he said nonchalantly. I looked up at him curiously and before it could register he said “GO!” I was in a state of panic, and it took several minutes to find the right movement and position to get my juices flowing. But when the rhythm finally hit home I had no trouble building myself up. As the time wore down he would count it off, “4 minutes, 3 minutes, 2 minutes, 1 minute you better hurry kitty” It was very distracting. Than came the 10 second count down, I was so close “10…. 9…8…7…6…5…4…3…” and before he could get to 2 I flooded his boot and clamped my legs so tight around him while the waves rolled passed me and stress of the last week rolled right out my crotch. My body collapsed than and I kissed his covered, slimy boot. I heard her chuckle “Lick it clean kitty.” My first thought was a gag, but than I just closed my eyes and did the deed that was requested. He petted the top of my head when I was through and said. “Good kitty, come let’s sleep.” They both were wrapped in robes when they led me back to the basement. A small cot with a soft mattress had been place where my cage once was. I kissed both there feet and they nodded. I raced for the bed and curled up. I was just starting to fade into dreamland when I felt three kisses touch my cheek, and heard the door close upstairs. I was than lost in my dreams…

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Pregnancy and life at 9 weeks

I had a emotional break down this morning that I don't even want to start to go into. Mainly cause it's just to personal, but once all of it was released and I had a good cry I felt so much better. So maybe I just needed to get the emotions out, these hormones are so funky. I can still barely eat any meat. I cooked a brisket in the oven last night. Cooked it for 5 hours and than had to eat in small portions over time to even get the heavenly food down without coming back up. *Sigh* Other than that nothing really going on. Bitty is still not sleeping though the night. Master's uncle passed away on Friday and there is some bad blood between the brothers. Causing Master to be stressed out unnecessarily. My job is going still, I am little nervous about maternity leave because they may hire a temp and that makes my hair stand on end. Money is super tighter here, and my mom had a nervous break down this weekend. I had to calm her down from miles away. Life is just a bowl of cherries!

We have a easter egg hunt on Saturday, a birthday party on Sunday. And something that Master wants to do on Saturday that I don't remember. My week is going to be filled with overtime and tiredness. I have a bed full of clothes to put up and dishes to wash at home. Life is just blah.

Hana
~Robert's little flower~

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Him Part 8

I have had a better day today, and things are starting to look up so here you go. Part 8...I have not checked it over for spelling so you'll just have to deal.

Have a good weekend..

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.


As my sobs turn into hiccups I started settling again. I whispered than across to Isabelle “I am so sorry” I said. She shook her head and pointed up; at first I couldn’t see what she was pointing to. I had to look very hard and let my eyes adjust before I noticed the camera. My eyes went wide than and I retract back to the corner of the cage. A moment later the door opened again, large footsteps came down the stairs. I moved closer hoping it was Michael, but it wasn’t. It was a man I scarcely remember from the party. Through threw look at his files he was called John, Big John. He came from a background of body building and bouncing at nightclubs. Michael had trained him to be one of his initial trainers to new meat. He turned his brown eyes to me, and his tan skin seemed to make his body more massive. He set a bottle of water, hamster cage like, in between the rails. I was confused and said so “Ummm? This…what is this.” I said. He didn’t respond but simply smiled brightly, his white teeth showed deeply and than he walked over to the wall and pressed a button. I was confused again, and tilted my head at his laughing face. I inched closer to try to figure out what was so funny and felt the cage start to rise off the floor. My heart started reading panic, but my mind just didn’t catch up with what was about to happen. When the cage was half his height off the ground he reached for what looked like a stick on the wall. The cage swung a little as I followed his movement closer and closer to me. Though nothing in my brain registered. I saw Isbabelle cover her eyes as he stood right next to my cage. Than everything went in slow motion, his mouth moved like in a cartoon and the words came out very slowly “You ….will…not…speak…unless…..spoken…to” With the last word he touched the stick to one the bars and shot a electric current through the me. It wasn’t very harsh almost like when shocked after rubbing your feet on the carpet. Though I thought about telling him as such, I simply nodded and looked pitiful. Hoping that by doing such it would not betray me that it really didn’t hurt. He simply smiled that laughing smile again turned a dial on the bottom of the stick and touched it to the metal again. I screamed as the shock wave went through me and when I could focus again I saw Isabella out of the corner of my eye kissing the bars in a kneeling down position. I hesitated but than followed, and he backed off. She must have not seen him turn because she was still in that position when he made circle to go back upstairs. He simply unlocked her cage, dragged her out by the hair, and up the stairs without even a second thought to her screams and crying. They left the door open and I could hear the mumbling of Michael’s voice. I moved closer to the edge to try to hear more and rocked my cage with a creak. The voice’s stopped and Big John came back down. He tsked at me and said “Noisy girls don’t get dessert.” With that he lowered me back to the ground, set some diapers next to the cage and back up the stairs he went. I was than left in darkness again, and alone. Sometime passed and I slept most of it away. When I awoken I banged my head on the top of the cage, by now I was parched. I pressed the end of the water bottle to see if it worked like I had thought. Sure enough in order to drink I would have to sink my head down and suck on it with a nibbling effect to get the water to pour. I sighed and paced as much as I could in the cage, trying to weigh what I could submit to for water. I struggled with all that has happened to this point, and remember my promise to Michael. I sighed and again and with one big whoosh of courage I leaned down and suck on the bottle. I drank it half way gone before I realized and immediately regretted it. As time rolled by my bladder betrayed me, and I cried deeply when I reached for the diaper inbetween the bars. I crawled as far away from the camera as I could and relieved myself tears and all. Once the diaper was placed, rolled up, outside the bars the door opened again. This time light feet grazed the steps, I would soon tune my senses to each persons walk. But for now I was on my own until they came around the corner. It wasn’t Isabella it was another one of the girls of the house. Big John’s favorite, Anastasia, she curtsied in front of the cage and I just stared at her. When she did it a second time I thought maybe it was a greeting, but I had no idea what the greeting back was. She stuck a cane like stick in the cage and pushed the top of my head down to the floor. I allowed her without much resistance. Than she curtsied again, and I lowered my head her response so child like I could not resist the laughter that followed. She bounced slightly and clapped with glee, as if teaching her puppy a new trick. My laughter was not followed to her liking though and she swatted my hands with the cane. I had made the mistake of setting them just outside the bar, something I never did again. I whimpered in respond and she pouted. She than took a leash off the wall and open the cage door. I was in shock to say the least and set my hand almost immediately out the door. The cane came down so rapidly I had not time to react. My hand came back throbbing. She tapped the edge of the can to spot just outside the door and than my head. I caught on quick after that and was leashed and waiting with baited breath to be let outside. Anywhere but in the basement! She did lead me to another room, but it was still in the basement. A gym of sorts but all the equipment was dog based. Running tunnels, running hills, and the likes. All her reactions than started to click, I was her puppy. As the thought sunk in I sat back on my heels trying to figure out what I had gotten myself into. I never realized that the doctor, Heather was her name, was standing the corner with Big John. Of course, as my eyes meet their figures I never noticed the tug on the leash and even backed up. Heather laughed so deeply than, and as Anastasia went to punish me she shook her head. “No dear, I think I will have this one.” I knew not to speak but whimpered deeply and was crying before she even made the strides across the room. My fear of this woman so immense I wanted nowhere near her, and she played off of it. She took her scarf from around her neck and blind folded me. I heard the air move through the air before I could register the sound the sting on my right cheek exploded. I, on instinct, went to touch were it burned and heard Big John’s tsking from across the room. I lowered it faster than the cane could touch but it did find it’s home on one of my breast. I shrieked than, and dug my fingers in the foam ground beneath me. I took in one long breath and vowed to show her no more. I sucked in my chest lifted my neck and arched my back. I though it looked regal though her response told me otherwise. “Oh look Johnny she thinks she can out will me” He just chuckled and I told in a breath as I heard the next whish of air. The impact was more than I thought it would be with my check and it set me off balance. But I simply placed myself back and waited. She simply tugged on my leash than and had me half crawling half running across the mats after her. “You know I am queen Bitch around here, and I know you are going to regret your little defiant stance. But first I am going to make you suffer.” I felt the ground go up and down beneath before she stops me over a bump. I felt her force my head down and than the sound of clicking. When she released the pressure I realized I was now clipped by my leash into something and could not raise my head. I let out a long breath than and tried to relax “Oh now you want to relax, to late little kitten” she said. I closed my eyes and felt the stings come in rapid succession across my body until it was afire. When the stings stomped for a long pause I tried to mentally work out what I was to do. I smelled her boots in front of me and tried to reach out to them. But they were to far off, I whimpered and tried to visualize what she was doing by the sounds I could hear. It took sometime before I realize that my hands were free. I slowly curled myself up into a ball, the pain was intense with each movement and breath, and moved my arms in front of my face as if cowering. Finally I placed my head as far into the bend of my elbows that my leash would allow, and whimpered. It must have been correct because she said “45”, and than slowly removed my blindfold. I could see multiple feet than. Big John was wearing leather boots, Anastasia was bare foot next to him, Heather was directly in front of me in slippers ( I assume to not ruin the floor with her heels), a small pair of knees bruised badly I assumed was Isabella slight back from the crowd, and than my eyes met Michael’s alligator boots at the edge of the mats before they turned to walk away. I whimpered so loud than, trying to move after him with all my might. To no avail, and as the door closed behind him I heard the familiar tsking noise of Big John. I felt I could take no more so I turned and growled in response. I would have bit him if I weren’t attached to the ground. Big John unhooked me so fast and spun me around; he opened a small door and shoved me in it. I heard it lock and I was enveloped in dust and darkness…alone again…

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The week from hell

So Master was suppose to come pick me up from work last night because I was working really late. He said he came through the front door of our building and up to my office. When my desk was empty he though I took the bus and never checked around back. I waited a hour before I called and was completely devastated that when I pick him up I search everywhere and when he gets me he just doesn't really look. He apologized immensely. So it got my head all rolling around this baby thing, and now I am in a complete slump. Maybe I was totally selfish about wanting another baby. I mean after 2 years we had finally got in a comfortable financial place and now to add another baby is like financial melt down all over. We have to pull Bitty out of her private school that we waited two years to get her in, and we have to cut back on extra activities. It's going to be really tight and it just pains me. Master says that I will have my avon going, cross my fingers, and than it won't be a big deal. I just keep getting frustrated over the ever increasing balance of charge backs that no one is doing anything about. So I am stuck felling like I will never get avon paid off. SIGH. That's not the case but still I feel that way. On top of all that, my kitty got left outside in the rain last night. Because I was just plum tired and went to bed almost as soon as I walked in the door. Master had to air out the kitchen cause the stove is still smoking from the steak fiasco last weekend..and I just feel plain run down.

That's all.

Hana

The weekend from hell

So I have had the weekend from hell I think. I was exhausted and suppose to rest which really didn't happen. Mainly because Master has no idea how to watch the kids and take care of the house, so everything either looks like it has never been cleaned or smells like it. Ebay people took a back seat due to the problems last week and they have been up my ass non-stop. I finally got about 3/4 of that shit out the door today. WHOO HOO!!!

So my weekend went to hell when after cleaning, grocery shopping, baby watching, pool blowing up, swing pushing, and box assembling weekend I vegged out on the bed about dinner time Sunday night. Master decided to broil the steaks for dinner in the over...BIG MISTAKE and hence covered the house in smoke. So he had to open the doors up, mind you when I open the doors I always put the gate in the front door. Well after the alarm screaming at me like 6 times I went down the hall to see what the heck was going on. I helped Master air the house out, took my dinner plate and back down the hall I went. I could hear the door open and close, which isn't unusual in our house especially when we have the Carpooler R over. Anyway, about 30 min later I come down the hall for TP because there is none in the bathroom. Master says "Baby I need to tell you something" I am in big need to pee so I motion for him to follow. He does and while I'm peeing he goes into a story of how our 2 yr old opened and closed the front door, was in the yard yelling, and he never noticed. Our neighbors, who had kids outside, sent their son over to knock on our door and let us know she was out there. TO say I was livid is a understatement. I mean FUCK....I know you have memory issues, I know you get distracted easily. BUT FUCK! It's a child! At least know where she is at all times, or put something in her way to avoid it. DAMN! Supposedly when he shut the front door he didnt shut it all the way, SUPRISE SURPRISE!, and so she could open it easily and than closed it as well just as easily. I mean our door makes lots of noise opening and closing. I was so fumming it took me all night to get over and it still erks me. I do absolutely everything to ensure the girls safety. I double check locks and windows. I am ALWAYS outside with them, and watch V walk to the neighbors house.AND she has to call when she is on the way back so I can watch than. V has riding bike restrictions. I know I am panicky. But they are girls, and they are both blond and blue eyed. AND DAMN! I through at him that if he can't take care of two how does he expect to watch three? His response was he didn't have to tell me what happened, I would have not been the wiser. That's true, but as they say it all comes out in the wash and things like that have a way of find their way out. I would have been more pissed if I found out that he hid it. I am not as mad now. But truly its fustrating.

He doesn't lock doors because he grew up in little Desoto, KS were nothing happened. He doesn't even check them before he goes to bed. He doesn't look in on the girls once they are asleep. All of this I have accepted and just done, as womenly things. I know it is a honest mistake. His defense was that he was at the dinning room table eating dinner. That he couldn't see the front door from were he was. So new rule! You must lock all doors at all times..period.

I am not as mad now as I was but it just burned me. I just keep thinking of what could have happened.....

Hana

So the big story here in Texas is this one:

http://www.nbc5i.com/news/11160410/detail.html

It doesn't say it hear but one news station they said the mother was home at the time. Her comment "I was asleep and didn't know what was going on". How can you not smell a blunt being smoked in your house? My ex smoked like it was going out of style, we had a two bedroom and you could smell it every corner of every inch of space. And of course the grandma wants the babies back! I hope she doesn't get them.

http://www.nbc5i.com/news/11168978/detail.html


I think there must be something in the water in Texas. Cause Texas Mother's seem to loose it. That's why I don't drink the water here.

I am sure you remember the women her drowned all 5 of her children, Andrea Yates was her name:

http://www.crimelibrary.com/notorious_murders/women/andrea_yates/index.html

And than the women who sliced the necks of her own boys, Darlie Rotier. She of course still claims innocence.

http://www.crimelibrary.com/notorious_murders/women/routier/3.html

http://www.fordarlieroutier.org/

Than Deanna Laney, who stoned her sons to death:

http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,115519,00.html


Than Lisa Diaz, and her husband who was so irrate he could have killed her.

http://www.dallasobserver.com/2005-01-20/news/psycho-mom/

And than Dena Schlosser, who severed the arms of her infant:

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/6561617/

And than the babysitter who killed the baby:

http://newsofdoom.com/2006/09/27/trapped-in-the-closet/

And foster parents aren't any better:

http://www.parentsbehavingbadly.com/tag/child-endangerment

This lady not only killed the sweet boy, but burned him to.

This girl was repeatly returned to a abusive home before she died:

http://www.hope4kidz.org/news/texas/TX_01142007.html

Katherine Frances was body slammed in foster care:

http://www.hope4kidz.org/news/texas/TX_01312007_KF.html

I could go on and on about this tragedies...but I want everyone to know their names. That they were young, and they needed help and no one was there.

Hana
~Robert's little flower

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Preggers at 6 weeks

Last night we went to super salad. So Fun! I ate lots! The Bitty Danced in the seat to the music and V rolled her eyes. They took fries and chicken nuggets out of the line, but the Bitty didn't seem to notice. THANK GOD! Most the shows on tv were reruns so no luck there, my insurance at my work sucks so I will be switching back to Master's in July! It's more expensive but at least I can get the real meds instead of the generic crap, and I don't have to pay 10% of all the shit I have done. IT so sucks. Master wants me to find out if I can get my breast pump on my health reimbursement plan,so I have to call and find out at some point. I also have to figure a way to get invited to this lunch at my favorite Italian place tomorrow. The guys are going there for a "special" lunch meeting. WHATEVER!

I have to have this initial appt with my OB's nurse on Monday. It's kinda silly since I have already had two children and one with this doctor that I have to have a appt with her so that she can hug me and give me forms to fill out for registration so I can get coupons and stuff. What a waste of $20 dollars.

That's about it on the baby front. When I don't feel so much like I am going to puke I will write some more of my "Him" story. But just not feeling it right now.

Hana
~Robert's little flower~

Tags: pregnancy

It's official

I'm pregnant. I am deeply happy, but it is very exhausting and I feel like I am puking or feeling nauseous all the time. This baby only wants rabbit food which is just BLAH for me! I have tried to eat any kind of meat and I instantly feel sick. I barely got down fired potatos last night. Six weeks along, and six more weeks of feeling this way.

Bitty had her CT yesterday Master brought her by afterwards and than I went home.

I just want to sleep and eat carrots. I must be a rabbit

Hana
~Robert's little flower~

NEW Group

This group is to allow friends, Masters, Mistresses, and slaves alike to bring out their creative side. These stories are all fictional based, and for the pure enjoyment of the readers and writers of this group. It is of adult context, so if you are not at least the age of 18 please see yourself out of this group. Each story will begin with a setting post; from there you have the freedom to write whatever you wish. As long as it is in the context of the story and it is not stepping on anyone toes. Master Robert and slave hana extend to you to let your imagination run wild.

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