Online to reality

[Hannah18]

Okay I’m looking for a guy to play this role… basically the story is about an online Dom/sub relationship that comes to reality But there will be reluctance on my side.. maybe a bit of force.

Name: Hannah
Nickname: Annie
Age: Eighteen
Height:5”2
Looks: long dark brown/almost black hair that falls in soft curls down my back, large brown eyes 32b Slim and petite, lightly tanned skin.

Hannah wasn’t like most girls her own age,she didn’t go out and party she was an all-round good girl. Coming from a small town she’d been very sweet and innocent.. until she started college this year. At first she had spent all her nights at home studying but soon stumbled across a chat site.. a BDSM chat site and all too soon she was drawn into a world.

Two months ago she met a man who eventually became her master… recently though he has been pushing for them to meet in real life, but Hannah had been objecting, she wasn’t even sure if she was a submissive in real life and she wanted to keep it as a fantasy. What Hannah didn’t know was that her master had been doing some research of his own and now he was coming whether she liked it or not.

IC: Entering the house Hannah throws her bag down onto the floor, hurrying over to the computer and loading up her AIM account she looks through the list, surprised to find that he isn’t online. She was only two minutes late.

Suddenly there is a knock on the door, she hesitates torn between staying and waiting for her master and answering the door, after the second knock she reluctantly walks over opening the front door. Her eyes widen as she takes in the tall frame, instantly recognizing him from the pictures. No this can not be happening.. how did he find me?

“Wh..what are y..you doing here?” she stutters

 

[swordandsandle]

(Nice to see you again. Let's see what I can pull out this time)

Name: Canas
Screen name: Lord of Iron
Age: 25
Height:6' 3"
Looks: Not thick, but well toned for his size. Slightly ruddy arab/euro mixed skin, with crisp black hair cropped short, no nonsence. Peircing grey eyes and carries himself in a rather conceted stance.
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18931 St.Cathrine Drive.

She had been a good little girl, keeping her personal information hidden behind a wall of electronic security. However, no little girl can hide anything from her master for long, especcially when her master was a social sciences student at the Washington National University with a black PC and a hacker buddy who owed him more then a few favors.

He was dressed in a rather conservative black suit, one he normally saved for special occasions (like this one), when he wanted to say "authority". His hand rattled heavly agenst the door, waiting for her to respond. He waited rather patently for a few moments, then, slightly irritated, knocked once more, louder this time. He was then rewarded with the slight creeking of the door opening, and the tiny girl he'd spoken to so many times sticking her face out, eyes nearly buldging from her skull as he gave her a snide "Gotcha" look.

"What I am doing here," he spoke with a rather smooth, but cold tone, tinged with a bit of dissapointment. "Is coming to take what is mine. You don't have a problem with that, do you?"

 

[Hannah18]

Hannah opens her mouth to object, but the look in his eyes, kills her next words as she tries to think about what to do. She had been ever so careful when she was online, she didn't give out her address, hell she didn't even give the name of her city.. how could he have found her like this. And what is even worse, Hannah was scared, what would he expect her to do? What they had talked about so many times online? Hannah was not sure that she could do that.

She jumps at the sound of his voice, it did what it always did to her when they were talking on the phone, it sent shivers all the way down her spine, and god his pictures did not do him justice. Hannah quickly shakes her head, getting those thoughts outs out of her.

"No you can't be here.. How did you find me? I never told you where I lived. And take what is yours, you better not mean me" Hannah says, although she knows that she is rambling she cannot bring herself to stop, this was all just so unexpected. She turns her back on him, walking into the house and for some reason, she leaves the door open, knowing that they needed to talk.

 

[swordandsandle]

Inwardly, he vaugly enjoyed the flustered look on her face, the confusion running over her eyes. She was so naive; that was one of the things he liked about her, but she had certainly underestimated him. Outwardly, he still kept up his shell of partial sucess, partial indifference, as his eyes ran up and down her body ideally, taking in what little there was. He'd have to do something about those hips; they looked like they would collapse in at any moment.

"Well, I certainly am here," he stated rather matter-of-factly, slowly moving around her and into the door. "My methiods are not something girls like you are ment to understand. Don't you remember what I told you? That I would find you, if only to punish you for disobeying my orders to tell me where you where," his hand glided subtly, softly up and faintly brushed her hair as he follows only slightly behind her into the house. "Now I am here. And, I'm asking you nicely, have you been doing everything I told you to do?"

Obviously, she had not. However, watching her squirm a bit over her own mistakes would make his support all the more resepted

 

[Hannah18]

She squirms slightly as her eyes drop to the floor, unsure of how to answer that.. if she was truthful and told him that she didn't do everything that he told her too, she was pretty sure that he would be mad at her, however if she lied and told him that she had, she was sure that he would know that she was lying and would be mad at that too.. all Hannah knew was that either one would lead her to a punishment. And she wasn't even sure this is what she wanted, which is why she always refused to give out her address to him.

Her eyes dart madly around the room, as she struggles to come up with something to say. Hannah takes a couple of steps backwards, towards the couch, placing herself down on it.

"I..." the words freeze in her throat as she finds herself unable to answer.

"I didn't give you my address for a reason, I think that you should leave" Hannah says, visibly shaken. Half of her wanted him to go, but the other part wanted him to stay.. needed him to stay.

 

[swordandsandle]

She was panicing. In social sciences, one had to develop and almost sixth sence for fear, taking in all the sublties. His eyes stayed on her, watching her own gaze drop; sign one. The, her gaze ran everywhere, seeking escape; sign two. Finnaly, she backed away from him as he took himself to the side, leaning relaxed agenst the wall but not taking his gaze off her for one second. She was rather, cute, in a bumbling sort of way, not like the Annie he'd taken online so many times. His thumb ideally danced over a button, watching her stumble over her words.

"Well, what is it?" he asked, slightly softer but still harsh beneth.

Then, her words came out, and they where exactly what he was expecting. A threat, a very vauge and weak one, but none the less. "I don't take kindly to what you're telling me, dearest one. It seems as though you've gotten a head too big for your chain now. Pitty," he started to walk towards her, slightly, slowly, solid. "I always take good care of my slaves, and it looks to me like you might need a bit of help with yourself. There's a smell to it, you know. Smells for every emotion. Now," he paused for effect, halfway between her and where he had been. "I'm going to ask you one more time. Have you been stretching your parts out like I told you to? Answer yes or no."

 

[Hannah18]

Hannah cannot help but gulp loudly, every part of her body was screaming for her to get up and run from the room, this situation screamed danger.. She was fearful of the unknown, always had been, Hannah was one of those people who didn't like surprises or change, and she had got used to coming home and logging onto the webcam to speak to him, or talk on the phone as she laid in bed. Hannah feels the bright blush spread up and over her cheeks as she remembers the things that she has said to him over the phone.. what she had called him.

Hannah shifts slightly as she tries to move away from him, squirming on the couch as she shakes her head at him. She looks down at the floor at his next question, the authority in his voice, demanding that she tells him.

"No" Hannah admits weakly. "I couldn't.. I know that I should have but..." Hannah trails of "I didn't expect you to turn up" she admits, knowing that it was a very weak excuse, but it was true.

 

[swordandsandle]

He was reminded of one of the songs he'd been listening too on the plane ride over here, a plesent little ditty.

... cause the power, you're supplying. It's electrifying!

That's about how he felt right now. The rush of power, almost as much as anything else, was why he'd come to the site in the first place. He'd had a girlfreind, a real submissive that one, who would do anything he ordered at the drop of a hat. Still, it diden't matter; he wanted more. The things this girl had said she would do for him, all the secrets she'd laid bare, and now he had a chance to really use all that.

Yet, that wasen't all, as he let himself loosen up and scrouch down a bit as he got closer, so he could look her a bit closer to eye-to-eye. Soon, she would have to go out into an ever changing world, a place of danger and challanges and surprises. He almost felt sorry for her, wanted to give her a safe, stable place to go to. Still, he coulden't have himself looking soft, so he shoved that thought to the back of his mind, sitting down on the far end of the couch as she skuttered away, quitely admitting to her failure.

"I should have expected this," he mused half to himself as he looked over at her, not getting any closer. "I mean, the realationship between master and slave is a very personal thing. Until they actually meet face to face," he straghtened himself up. "The real feeling isen't there. I've shown up for that exact reason, to take what is mine, by making you mine. Tell me," he drew a tad closer with this. "Have you ever thought of what you're going to do after you're schooling?"

 

[Hannah18]

Hannah looks up at him in confusion, wondering why he was asking her about that, it was something that they had discussed on those late night phone calls... she had always told him that she would come and meet him after school.. fantisized about what it would be like, but apperantly he couldn't wait three and a half years.

"Well I don't know.." Hannah says as she glances at him out of the corner of her eye "I assume that I will just get a job and probably move away from here." she states simply as she moves just a tiny bit closer to him in the sofa, she was curious as to why she hadn't made him leave already.

"But the thing is, I am not sure that I want a master.. or a realationship for that matter" Hannah says firmly. "I'm at college I don't have time for this, it's why I joined that site, to find out and explore whether i was submissive or not" she tells him gently, trying to break it to him easily. "I'm sorry that I have wasted your time" she says as she stands up, ready to show him out, when part of her wanted nothing more than to have him stay.. to submit to him.

 

[swordandsandle]

Restraining himself like this was starting to get rather annoying, he noticed as he started tapping his toes in his shoe, waiting for her to speak. By all logic, he should be moving in for the kill right now, but all he was doing was sitting here like an idiot, waiting for some submissive to speak. Yet, try as he might, he coulden't get himself to premept her, maybe a fear of the law, maybe a strange curiosity.

Then, she hit him like a ton of bricks. She was DENYING him, it seemed. Yet, she was moving towards him, yet looking away from him. She was nervious! That was it, he smiled contently as he took in all she said. Afraid that he would heckle her, try to destroy her. All he had to do was change that feeling, just the feeling, mind it, very, very slowly.

"Oh, you haven't wasted my time," he let his voice flow smooth and soft as he looked over at her, starting to stand up. "I had rather a good time with the time you supposidly wasted, although I am rather disappointed you failed to live up to your words. If I remember correctly, when I asked you what you wanted more then anything else in the world, you said..." he let his voice trail off as he began to walk towards the door, just slow enough so she woulden't think he was lofing, beleiveing his was supposidly indifferent to her descion, waiting for her to repeat the answer she had given so well so many times.

 

[Hannah18]

The words echo in her mind, but she refuses to speak them outloud to him, when they were not face to face, Hannah found it so much easier to talk to him, to say what she was thinking, and yet now she had nothing, perhaps it was her fear of being rejected that stopped her from saying it; from going for it.

Hannah looks at his retreating figure, as she bites down on her lower lip nervously, pulling the plump flesh between her teeth and chewing it lightly; something that she always did when she was worried, or just thinking.

Was she really going to let the one good thing in her life walk away from her? Was she going to give up on her fantasy on the man that could fufill this.

"Wait" Hannah calls up, her, as she straightens up, sitting to her full height, becoming confident in her decision.

"Perhaps you should stay, it's already awful late and I doubt that you would be able to drive home" Hannah says, giving the perfect excuse to him... Without admitting that she had changed her mind, although she was sure he knew.

 

[swordandsandle]

As almost a knee-jerk rection, he felt his insides harden as he waited for her to speak, slowing down his pace to the door ever so slightly, so slightly it would be almost impossable to notice, as he bidded his time for her to say those few words, those words that had come to symbloize their realationship, the few words that would show exactly what he was looking for. Yet, she did not speak, and he found himself almost to the open door, hand reaching out to the handle, when the sharp intake of breath finally came.

He stopped himself, not even bothering to listen to the first word, and turned himself around, a fully blank look plastering his face, hand beckoning her to continue. As she did, he slowly expanded his mouth into a smile, a smile of trumpth, and the spark returning to his eyes.

"Are you sure that's the reason?" He enquired knowingly, rubbing his fist on chest as if to brush off a peice of lint. "I'll be perfectly fine driving home, although," he slid his hand down into his pants pocket, starting to move back towards her, keeping their gazes locked. "Somehow, I don't think you'll be. It's written all over your face, sweetling. And, as I said," he was a hair's breath away from her, looking down softly. "I treat my slaves well. I'd be happy to stay with you."

 

[Hannah18]

As soon as she saw that smile on his face she knew that he had won; he had one and she had lost, that smile on his face, caused her heart to skip a beat, her insides to instantley warm, Hannah should not of let herself get so attached to a man that she had met on the internet, but she had and she was begining to realise that it was a little too late for her to do anything about it.

But she was coming to terms with this, Hannah found that she wanted him to stay, needed him to stay and she just needed to admit this outloud to him. "You should stay" she says softly, as she rises up, taking a couple of timid steps towards him, until she is standing before his intimidating frame, he was over a foot taller than her, but due to Hannah's petite 5"2 frame, it wasn't hard for anyone to look intimidating to her.

"Slaves?" she asks a little bit confused, Hannah wondered if he had other girls, an instant rush of jelousy flows throughout her body.. he had never mentioned any other girls. "How many do you have? " Hannah asks, trying to keep her tone light and calm, but the tremble in her voice gave her away.

 

[swordandsandle]

The look was dancing in her eyes, a sort of accepting glimmer of hope, adoration, or something of a similer, posaitive vein. He ran down her delicate features slowly with his eyes, taking her in with the slight irrational fear that even his look could break her, and realized; she needed to put on a bit of weight. The bones on her hips and her shoulders where sticking out like sore thumbs, something her was going to have to fix.

He thought about the late night chats they'd had over the last few months, chats taken when all his freinds had felt the need to study. She'd seemed to veiw him almost as a god, some sort of being that took over her life and made all the bad things go away. In return, he always treated her firmly, but kindly, explaining the myriad of ways he would give her pleasure (many of which worked so wonderfully on his girlfreind). Now, she walked downtrodden, awestruck towards him, a begging pleid for him to stay with her. He took his arm, placed it over her shoulder, and patted her softly on the back. "Of course I'll stay. I've told you many times that Master would always care for you, diden't I?"

He induldged himself in a chuckle when she asked about his slaves, seemingly filled with a dread, a dread that maybe she wasen't so special. At least, that's what he thought it was. "Don't worry, dear. I only have one pet back at home. I've got to keep up apperences for my father, you know. Our family bussiness is a family company after all, and I do need a front potential bride, no? She's a slave, true, but her mind is fairly tame. Not like yours..." he trailed off into thoughts, wickedly recalling the many things they'd discussed.

 

[Hannah18]

Hannah cannot help the smile that graces her lips as she feels the weight of his arm around her shoulder. Strong and firm, but not overly so, the feeling of him touching her, even in a simple way such as this made her feel safe and secure, she knew that she had picked the right person to talk to online, she had recieved many messages from men, and even a few women when she first joined, but most just wanted to hurt her and fuck her, whereas, he seemed to show a genuine interest in her and her life and for the first time, hannah felt that someone cared about her.

She nods along with his words, from there talks she had guessed that he had a wife or girlfriend or someone, but it didn't make her feel any better about it. Hannah plasters a weak smile on her face as she looks up at him.

"I'm not sure that's a good thing" Hannah says with a sigh, it was one of the things that made her doubt she was a submissive, sure she could manage it with him.. infact she enjoyed it. "I am far too opinionated and far too outspoken" she says, frowning slightly, maybe not with him. "But I would really like it if you stayed" She tells him, as her hands move up from her sides as if to hug him, but she thinks better of it, letting them drop, perhaps that would be a little too forward.

 

[swordandsandle]

The way she rested under his arm, her former tencness slowly relaxing when he began to touch her, made him suddenly think back to the day he had first met her online. He was a fairly experenced member, although he haden't reached the year mark yet, and had ended up carring for a few not-so-serious woman as well as suffering from a sudden "termination" of a relationship with a woman who had a, shall we say, sick imagination. He'd been browsing over the profiles, taking a short turn throgh the new recruits, when he noticed hers, if only because it was clear she haden't done anything like this before. The picture was just one of her last school photos, her description was bumbling, and she never even bothered to give herself a good screen name. Of course, there where always psychos and lesbain machoists trolling the sites, and no other legitiment writer would have picked her up, so he sent her a rather simple message.

"I have a spot by my feet with your name on it"

And that's how it all began.

He watched her hands go through the preperations for a hug, then collapse at the last moment, taking in her self-depressiasion. "It isen't exactly a good thing, sweetling, but people can learn, can't they? I've noticed as we've spoken more, you've become less and less insistent upon initating our intimacy, and allowing me to do it. Its obvious you're trying," he let his arm slid down her back, his hand holding her opposite arm into place as he lead her pack over to the couch, setting both of them down gently, side by side. "And I'll make a good girl out of you yet."

 

[Hannah18]

Hannah allows him to lead her over to the couch, sitting next to him, her thigh pressing against his own, they were that close. "Yes and I am trying.. you know that I am trying right?" Hannah asks "I just want to learn" it was clear in Hannah's voice that she wanted to have his approval of her, but he had known that from the first time that they spoke, he had pushed her boundries, asked her to talk dirty to him on the phone, to show herself on webcam, something that she had been scared of at first, but he had overtime encouraged her to get over her issues and just do it, which is another reason that she needed a master. Hannah needed someone who would push her to do things she was uncomforrable with.

Shivers run down Hannah's spine, she had always loved hearing the words 'good girl' roll of his tongue, even if they weren't directed at her, Hannah felt that it was one of the highest compliments that she could recieve from him.

Hannah lifts her head slowly to look up at him, wondering what it would feel like to truly be with him..

 

[swordandsandle]

The two of them pressed together, the softness of her upper body breaking agenst him, was one of more exquisite sensations he'd had as of late. She was a keeper, he'd figured out in their first month; a girl that was truely in need of a Master, a girl who could never handle her own life. She could think of some pretty crazy things, he'd grant her that, but she was always indecisive, never able to make her own choices. It was as though every time he told her what to do, she admired him more. It wasen't quite the same as his girlfreind, but she'd do.

"I know you're trying dear," he looked down at her, squeezing her in his arm slightly. "Everybody you've ever met has told you your supposed to do everything yourself, stand tall, so its going to be harder. It wasen't easy to get comfortable mastering woman etheir, but I learned the trick. That was to always look at your sub as a child, and think of yourself as the adult." He paused for a moment, as if going into a different topic, then stopped himself, taking her hand in his free one and kneading it a bit. "I can make your life so much easier, so much more plesent, so much more stable. Isen't that what you want, beutiful? The thing you wanted second most in the world?"

 

[Hannah18]

Hannah watches him in awe as he speaks, he was describing the perfect life to her, where she didn't have to make the decisions, meaning that she did not have to deal with the consequences that came with those choices, The truth is he knew her better than anyone, she had confided in him late at night, or rang him in tears when the pressure got to much, Hannah was never very good with being independant, there was so much to worry about, such as how to spend and manage her money, what was right and what was wrong, the thing is that Hannah had had to look after herself for most most of her short life.

She smiles a little, as she glances down at him hand that it currently resting on her knee. "But can you provide that for me?" Hannah asks him softly. "Because if you want me to open and trust you, I need to know that you aren't planning to go anywhere soon." It was pretty clear that Hannah was speaking the truth, she needed someone who would be a constant part of her life, not someone who would run when it got too hard.

 

[swordandsandle]

Her eyes spread wide, wider then they had when she'd first seen him, as he gave her his simple speech. He'd spent enough sleepless nights sitting awake, listening to her problems, to realize that, well, she coulden't make any decisions on her own. She'd even gone to him about what color shoes she should buy, and while sometimes discussing lady's foot fashion and two o'clock in the morning was annoying, it made him realize why she'd come to the site in the first place; she diden't just need a sexual master, she needed a full-time Master, somebody who would take her sad life from her and turn it into something beutiful.

Of course, she presented a very rational concern, but actually hinted upon the very reason he'd choosen this day to come. He patted her leg for a moment before lifting his hand, reaching into the pocket of his suit pants and pulling out a dark brown, leather wallet, flipping it open to show his newest prized possetion; a signed, certified Junior Managers card for Arrland Enterprises, one of the larger digital media outlets in the country. "That's exactly why I came today, sweetling. I had this job lined up since last year, all I had to do was wait until I finished by degree to get it. 100,000 USD a year, with benefits," his voice was swelling with pride, switching his gaze between her and his card. "That's plenty enough for me to take you home with me, and support the both of us and our kinky little habits. I've even got a little present for you," he reluctently put his wallent back into his pocket and cupped her face, staring her in the eyes. "Hannah, my Hannah," he let himself speak slowly, clearly. "You need me. I can take away all your fears, your cares, your problems. As long as you stay loyal, there will always be a spot at the side of my bed for you. I can even give you what you want more then anything else in the world..." their phrase, playing back in his mind. "I can give you a real purpose, the purpose of pleasing me. All you have to do is make this one decison, and you won't have to make any more." THere faces, closer and closer. "Now," his tone shifted back to one of raw authority, sensually demanding. "Kiss me."

 

[Hannah18]

Hannah smiles at his words, she could tell that he was proud of himself, meaning that she was proud of him as well! Perhaps she should not be, shouldn't it be the other way round? Still he was offering to take care of her, something that they both knew that she needed, as Hannah was obviously not able to do it for herself, and she was pleased that he was just looking for a sex slave, as that would not work for Hannah, she needed to be able to give up complete control. "..." The words die in her throat as he begins to lean in closer to her, she feels as though she can barely breath. This was it. He was going to kiss her.

And then he says it, his voice so soft and comforting, but still somehow demanding, he wasn't asking her, he was telling her. Hannah leans in slowly, she had hoped that he would be the one to make the first move, but clearly thats not what was going to happen. She feels his hot breath against her face, causing her to shiver in delight, before pressing one soft kiss to his perfect lips, Hannah's eyess immediatly flicker closed as she smiles against him, enjoying the feeling of being so close to him. It felt so much more amazing that she had ever expected, Hannah parts her lips slightly, inviting him to deepen the kiss.

 

[swordandsandle]

There was an art to this. THere was an art to anything, if you thought it over. He took her lips gently onto his expanding his lips ever so slightly so she'd slip in, trapped in his face. So he haden't been the first to dive in, wasen't it a greater accomplishment that he had gotten her to do so? They sat like this for a moment, feeling the cool, cushioned touch her her face upon his, bringing has hand down her neck slowly, sensually, running to the side of her collar as they remaned locked. His tounge probbed out as they pressed closer, him sinking into her face, pressing her tounge down at the back of her mouth and slowly shifting it side to side, going in hard and fast. He could feel himself start to stir, down there, the plesent pressure as the blood started to flow. They remained locked for what felt like a few minutes, and then broke, him taking short, steady breaths as he leaned back, looking her in the eyes.

"Very good, dear. I'm proad of you," his hand stopped circling her collar and began to slid down her back, bumping over the vertibre as he went down. "You're going to be a perfect little slavegirl, after a bit of training. You'll began once I've prepared. If you do well, I may even give you your present early," pausing for one tender carress of the very top of her buttoks, he abruptly stood up, taking a few steps towards the door before turning back to look at her. "You are to remain sitting there, and when I return in a few minutes I expect you to have a proper greeting prepared."

And, with that, he finished his way to the door and let it close partially behind him, mentally organizing the various supplies and "presents" he'd packed in his vechile

 

[Hannah18]

Hannah sighs loudly, as she watches him leaving the room and walking out of the house, and for a moment she finds herself fearing that he will not come back, so she has to take a couple of deep, steadying breaths to calm herself. She could do this.

Hannah stays in position, sitting on the edge of the sofa, as her hands tap nervously on her thighs. A proper greeting? What did that mean? Sure Hannah had a few idea's, but she was still a little shy now that he was here in real life and she wasn't sure that she would be able to bring herself to do them infront of him.. hell she hadn't even addressed him properly since he arrived, but it had took her a while to call him it on the phone, she was sure that he would understand and help her to overcome it, see Hannah had truley lucked out, she had found someone that not only cared for there own needs, but for hers too. Her eyes keep moving from the door and then to the room then back to the door again as she waits for him to come back.

 

[swordandsandle]

His vechile was more for function then fashion; a rather small, dark cream, imported Eurocar. It got good milage though, and on this trip alone he'd probebly saved the difference in cost. He walked slowly down the sidewalk to his parking space, reaching into his pocket to press the automatic trunk-opener, the lid popping up with a plesent hiss. He let his eyes wander back to the door for a moment, wondering what kinds of things he'd be doing there tonights; things his renters assosiation would never let him do at his home. Focus.

He rummaged through the few things he'd brought along "just in case"; a blanket, portable stove, extra tire, ect, and dug deeper, pulling out a slightly scuffed black suitcase from beneth the junk. He also picked out a stary purple tout bag, his "goody bag", and a small, pink box wrapped in matching bows. Slipping the tout bag over his shoulder, he held the box and and suitcase in one hand each, pressing the lid down with his elbow, glancing at Hannah through the open window, holding up a single finger as he watched her squirm.

Keeping the tout held still using his elbow, he approched the house, taking a moment to let out a small yawn. Even though you sat still most of the time, driving was rather exausting work sometimes. When he got to the door, he leaned his head in first, smiling gently to his slave, then pulled the rest of himself it, standing and waiting for his greeting.

 

[Hannah18]

Hannah breathes out a small sigh of relief as the door slowly creeps open, he had come back.. for her. She watches as he steps inside, causing her to heart to skip a beat once again as she stands ever so slowly on shaking legs, she wasn't quite sure what he wanted, sure they had discussed so many different ways that she should greet him.. so many things that they could do together, but they had never agreed on a certain way, but she had an idea.

She walks slowly towards him, her eyes trained on his, she could tell that he knew as well as she did that it was going to take a lot of work, a lot of training if they were going to do this, but she ready for it if he was.

"I am glad that you came..." she says, trailing off, she just needed for him to know this, Hannah struggles with her next words as she tries to build up her confidence. "Master" she says while finishing her sentance, giving up a little more control to him.