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With that
Hannah went to fetch the satin panties that she had worn the night
before. She held them between her fingertips in front of Tom’s
face.

“But I won’t
be able to talk.”

“You wait
until we get back to tell me how much you love me,” Hannah said
with her sweet provocative smile.

“But what if
we run into friends?

“It your
choice. Cafe with my knickers, or I’ll leave you locked inside my
apartment.”

Fuck she was
sexy when she was in this mood. Determined, mean and bitchy, it was
a combination Tom couldn’t resist. Especially when every now and
again her act failed and a cute smiled crept over her face, or
better still, when she couldn’t hide her arousal.

Tom unbuttoned
himself and positioned the cock ring and cage and held them in
place waiting for the denim clad brunette to lock him up. Hannah
secured the two piece of steel together with the padlock and then
theatrically dropped the key into the back of her knickers.

“Are you sure
it won’t fall out?”

“No.”

“You have a
spare?”

“No.”

“So if it does
fall out?”

Hannah put her
arms around him, kissed him and whispered into his ear.

“You’re
fucked, honey.”

They laughed,
Tom a little nervously.

Tom then
opened his mouth and let Hannah stuff her dirty underwear inside.
He closed his mouth and used his tongue to position it so that no
one would notice.

“And your
mouth stays closed until we return, understood.”

Tom looked
pleadingly and Hannah couldn’t help but smile back. She then pulled
a small Allen key from her jeans pocket and used it to unscrew the
shackle from his nose.

They left the
flat and walked the five minutes to the cafe. As they walked, Tom’s
hand slipped from Hannah’s waist down to her butt and he gave her a
playful slap.

“You’re
brave.”

Tom pinched
her.

“Very
brave!”

The same
serving girl was on duty and smiled to Tom as they entered. She
looked disappointed when Tom barely acknowledged her.

“Much better,
sweetheart, it’s amazing what a pair of panties can do.”

The mix of
danger and dominance brought on by being gagged in public was
really turning Tom on. A feeling only heightened as he watched
Hannah’s denim clad butt standing at the counter. He pulled out his
phone and texted Hannah ‘Nice butt!”

He watched as
she pulled her mobile from her back pocket and read the text. Tom
then watched as Hannah pretended to stand with her hands on her
hips, but instead slid her hands down so that they were massaging
her own butt. The serving girl kept looking over at Tom, but his
eyes stayed firmed glued to Hannah.

Hannah sipped
her coffee as they walked back, something Tom couldn’t do. It
didn’t matter, when they got home, Tom would get coffee and more,
much more.

***

Chapter 11

Panties, role
playing and the blonde hostess

It was Friday
night and Tom was in the elevator on his way up to their apartment.
It had been a hard week at work with difficult negotiations with
banks and investors and he desperately needed to wind down. In the
past that would have meant a bottle of wine and then on to the
spirits, but not anymore. He knew that Hannah had something planned
for them and that she would soon take him to a whole new world of
fantasy and escapism, unattainable through alcohol.

Hannah was
constantly thinking up new games and ways to explore their shared
passion. She had recently introduced a new game that had made Tom
more focused than usual on his girlfriend’s underwear.

It had started
a few weeks back, after they had made love together. Hannah had
been picking up her clothes, which as usual had ended up all over
the bedroom, when on a whim she decided to put her dirty knickers
over Tom’s head.

The elastic
material had clung to his face and moulded itself around his
features. Hannah had run her fingers over them, exploring how the
material clung to every chiselled contour. She had felt herself
becoming more and more aroused and had ordered Tom to leave them on
his head until the morning. Amazingly, he did.

When Tom had
awoken the next morning, the world still looked dark and blurry
through the black silk material. Hannah was cuddling him and he
kissed her on the lips. She kissed back, even though she was
actually kissing her own underwear.

“You OK in
there?” she asked, surprised as ever by her power over him.

“I always did
want to get into your panties,” Tom joked.

“Well now you
really have.”

“Permission to
remove them?”

“No.”

She had hugged
him more tightly and shook her head. It was just another secret
that they shared, one that no-one else would ever know. A
successful guy, an attractive, slightly shy woman, a social couple.
But no-one would ever understand the real magic in their
relationship.

While Hannah
would only choose to play this particular game once or twice a
week, timing was completely at her discretion. Every day Tom would
admire her outfit and wonder what was underneath and what that
might feel, smell and taste like. Every night after they had made
love and just before they turned out the light, Tom knew that his
world might become filtered through the brunette’s used underwear,
still warm as the elastic pulled tight over his face.

Not that Tom
minded at all, and he had on occasion he had felt a little
disappointed when she placed all her clothes in the washing basket
instead. The underwear felt nice on his face, her beautiful scent
giving him a permanent reminder as he drifted to asleep. It also
felt nice to be claimed, to be wanted by someone so beautiful.

Hannah loved
Tom’s obedience, knowing that once positioned, he would never
remove them until morning. She would look at him as he lay next to
her and see a physical demonstration of his complete trust and
commitment to her. Added to that, the anticipation of what she
might do with her panties when she returned home from work, aroused
and distracted her throughout the day. In private, she would rub
her hands over her butt and imagine his fate.

Some mornings
Hannah would stand in front of the full length mirror teasing Tom
while trying on different underwear. Tom would watch with interest
and amusement. ‘Do you think you’ll be able to breathe in these,
sweetheart?’ Or, ‘would you prefer cotton or silk tonight, honey?’
She also enjoyed sending him regular updates throughout the day and
sometimes even photos of the garment in question.

Tom had joking
offered to but her some g-strings, which would have both revealed
much more of her butt and have been less all encompassing around
his face. After a playful smack on his hand, she had countered by
threatening to buy even tighter underwear in future.

The elevator
doors opened and Tom’s thoughts returned to what she might have
planned for him this particular Friday evening. Wearing his suit
without a tie and his shirt undone a couple of buttons, he walked
through the front door and stopped and stared.

It was Hannah,
but he had to look twice to make sure. She was standing in the
middle of the open plan living area dressed as an air hostess. She
was wearing a long blonde wig, which hung down over her shoulders
and her makeup was much heavier than usual, particularly around her
big brown eyes.

Hannah stood
in front of him, one hand on her hip as he studied her outfit. She
was wearing a red skirt suit with gold insignia over a white
blouse. The jacket was buttoned halfway up and was tightly pleated
around her waist. The skirt was mid thigh length with a slit
halfway up the back. It was tight, and curved over and around her
butt. She wore stockings and black suede heels. The outfit was
finished off with a small red hat with the same gold insignia.

“Good evening
sir, welcome aboard,” Hannah said in a slight accent.

Tom was still
staring. She was even wearing different perfume.

“Wow, it
really doesn’t look like you.”

“I’m sorry
sir?”

Hannah had
positioned chairs in a row to recreate an aeroplane. She showed Tom
to a chair that they had recent bought at an art market. It was
like a regular dining chair, but made from curved pieces of wrought
iron. It was incredibly heavy, something Tom knew well after having
carried it home from the market.

“Can I get you
a drink, sir?”

“A beer would
be great.”

Tom watched
Hannah walk to the fridge, it really was a tight skirt. This was
his kind of role play, beer and a sexy outfit, although he knew
that Hannah wouldn’t be this accommodating for long. He watched as
she turned and a mischievous smile crossed her face. Hannah then
returned without his beer, but with plastic zip ties in her
hand.

“I’m sorry
sir, but we’ve had a complaint about your behaviour,”

“How did I
know?”

“And under
flight regulations I’m afraid I will have to restrain you for the
remainder of the flight.”

It was as if
the words were being spoken by a stranger. The play acting, the
voice, the hair and the outfit all seemed very real.

“I’ll have to
ask you to put your hands on your arm rests sir.”

Tom looked up
and smiled, but the serious look on Hannah’s face soon made him
stop. This was Hannah wasn’t it?

“I hope you’re
not going to resist.”

“Resist?”

Resisting any
order from Hannah was near impossible for Tom. He positioned his
arms as instructed and watched as she tightened the plastic straps
around his wrists and the metal frame of the chair.

“That’s quite
tight.”

That was the
wrong thing to say, as Hannah then tightened them further. And as
she did so, she couldn’t help but smile. She then crouched down
carefully because of the tight skirt, and used two more zip ties to
secure his ankles to the chair legs. Within seconds Tom was
helpless.

“Sorry sir,
let me get your beer.”

Hannah
curtseyed slightly, turned and walked back to the fridge. She
returned and placed the beer bottle in Tom’s restrained hand.

“Very amusing,
... ‘blonde Hannah’!”

Hannah
giggled, dropping her act for a moment. She then sat down on his
lap, turned her head and kissed Tom. Wow. She always found that the
more she restrained him, the more passionate his kisses. She
assumed that was simply because under such circumstances it was
even more important for him to please her.

“I don’t think
the airline would approve,” he smiled kissing back.

Hannah ignored
him and positioned a stool in front of Tom’s chair and sat down
facing him.

“Crew please
be seated for landing,” she giggled.

She looked
down at Tom from her much higher stool, crossed her legs and ran
her tongue around her lips. Her boring week at work was now
completely forgotten, as she completely immersed herself in yet
another fantasy with her fantastic guy.

Tom could feel
the pressure build inside the chastity cage. Shit, how he wanted to
take her right there and then. He really struggled against the zip
ties and watched as Hannah unsuccessfully tried to hide her
arousal.

Hannah
uncrossed her legs and opened them as far as the skirt would allow.
She watched him carefully, a teasing look in her eyes. Tom was
strong, and right then was using all of his strength against the
zip cuffs. He knew that if he could break free, then she was his.
He would pick up the blonde air hostess, carry her into the bedroom
and do whatever he wanted with her. He knew from experience that
she would love whatever he did.

Hannah
continued to watch him struggle. She had Googled how much force was
required to break the zip ties and so knew that he hadn’t a hope.
She pulled her skirt halfway up her thighs and opened her legs a
little wider.

“A little
stuck are we sir?”

“I can do
this!”

“No you
can’t,” she shook her blonde head.

“Sweetheart?”

“No, but
please keep trying, you know how I love watching you struggle to
get free, especially when we both know it’s impossible.”

Hannah
eventually stood and pulled her skirt back down. She carefully
tilted Tom’s chair backwards and lowered it on to the floor. Hannah
then walked back and forth, her heels only an inch from where Tom’s
head rested.

“Red panties
as well, you really are a company girl,” he observed, having good
reason to pay attention the blonde’s underwear.

Hannah looked
down at his strong, restrained body, his eyes were following her
every movement, his lips slightly apart with anticipation. The urge
to pull up her skirt and kneel down over his mouth was almost too
much to resist. It reminded her of some of the things she did when
she was younger.

She would
often take a soft toy, or even an old doll, and tie its hands and
feet together with a ribbon or belt or whatever she had to hand.
Then, wearing her briefest underwear and with her pretend victim
lying on her bed, she’d sit on top of it, her legs open, her
victims head just sticking out between her thighs. With one hand,
she’d pull its head into her crotch and massage it from side to
side. Her old teddy bear’s face was now very worn, although no one,
not even Tom knew why. She hoped Tom’s face wouldn’t go the same
way as her bear’s!

Once finished,
she would stay sitting on her prey, talking to it, pretending that
beneath her was the man of her dreams. She’d brush her long hair,
continually looking down between her legs at the helpless toy. Now
her toy was real and it really was the man of her dreams.