Hannah (15 page)

“Hannah?”

Tom could tell
that her mind was wondering. She stopped walking and knelt down by
his head, again careful of her tight skirt. She could feel the
cheap polyester of the uniform sliding against her silk underwear.
It felt nice and she moved her hips from side to side to feel it
again. Would she use that on him tonight? Possibly.

She saw that
Tom was still holding his beer and amazingly hadn’t spilt a drop,
even when she’d tipped him backwards on to the floor. She took the
bottle from Tom’s hand and slowly poured a little into his open
mouth. He automatically smiled. What was it with guys and beer? She
poured some more, but a little too quickly and he coughed.

“Oh I’m
sorry.”

He coughed
again and went slightly red in the face, but soon recovered and
opened his mouth for more.

“It’s good to
see that blonde Hannah is so considerate.”

“Don’t speak
too soon!”

“I guess it’s
all relative, it’s just that brunette Hannah can be a right
sadistic bitch.”

Hannah reacted
instinctively with a slight intake of breathe. Damn! She knew Tom
was just teasing her. And now he was smiling. Shit.

“Careful
mister, look where you are and where I am.”

“Yes?”

“If I don’t
release you, how long will you stay tied to that chair?”

“I’m
cool.”

“How
long?”

Tom thought
about the question for a moment and then struggled again against
his bonds, she was right, he was helpless.

“I could leave
you tied to the chair all weekend!”

“I could call
for help.”

“And I could
gag you... you know what with.”

They both
loved these conversations and they watched each other intently for
a few moments. Hannah then blinked and stood back up with one foot
either side of his head.

“I know that
brunette Hannah would never agree to this, but could you unlock the
chastity cage?”

“And you think
I will?”

She looked
down at him. Which way would she play it? She pulled down his
boxers.

“This outfit
really works for you, doesn’t it?”

Hannah walked
over to her handbag and picked up her key ring, which these days
held over twenty keys. She jangled them like a medieval jailer
above him. She then crouched down so that her butt rested gently on
his face and unlocked the steel cage.

“Don’t get
used to this treatment, brunette Hannah will be back soon.”

Seeing an
opportunity for a little fun, Tom used his head to nudge Hannah’s
hips, which made her lose her balance and she had to use her hands
to stop herself falling over. She stood up and placed one shoe next
to his now unprotected balls.

“Please
no!”

“Don’t worry,
I have a better plan. A return trip in the cargo hold.”

Tom looked
confused as Hannah walked into their bedroom and out of sight. Once
there, she couldn’t resist the chance to touch her butt in the
tight shiny skirt. When she finally returned, she wheeled behind
her a very large suitcase. She laid it down next to him and started
to unzip.

“Borrowed it
from Kate, what do you think?”

“You’ll never
fit the chair in.”

“I’m going to
release you from that, you fool!”

“Then I might
run away.”

“And miss out
on the delights of being locked inside a suitcase by blonde Hannah?
Who’s very considerate by all accounts.”

Hannah took
some scissors and effortlessly released Tom from the zip ties. She
then undressed him and down to his boxers ran her hands over his
body. Shit, she didn’t want to wait too much longer. Tom could see
that look in her eyes and ran his fingers up the inside of her
skirt. Hannah moaned with pleasure, almost passing the point of no
return, but pulled away just in time.

Following
directions, Tom squeezed into the suitcase and Hannah folded the
lid over on top of him. This was already turning her on and she
hadn’t even zipped him up yet. She knelt on the lid as she started
to pull the zips closed with Tom inside.

“Aha, you’re
all done up!”

However the
two zips just happened to be by Tom’s hands and using his finger
tips, he started to pull one open.

“Hey, stop
it!”

“Brunette
Hannah would never make that kind of mistake.”

“Right I’m
going to padlock you in.”

Tom could hear
Hannah run to the bedroom. He could have unzipped himself, but
being padlocked inside seemed like more fun. He heard her heels
clip back and saw the zip slide shut again. A second later he heard
a little click.

“Try and get
out of that, Houdini,” she breathed as she stood back up to
watch.

Tom tried the
zips again. He pulled one, but the other zip moved with it. He then
pulled one zip one way and the other zip the other way. Nothing. He
was hit by the usual shiver of excitement.

Hannah pulled
the keys from the small padlock and let them drop to the floor. She
carefully sat down on one end of the suitcase, on top of where his
head would be, and put her legs out in front of her across the
lid.

“That’s a bit
mean of blonde Hannah, isn’t it?” she giggled as she wriggled
herself above him.

Tom tried to
push her off balance, but with almost no room for him to move,
Hannah sat there easily able to ride his limited efforts. She
stayed sitting on top of him until he was exhausted and lay
motionless beneath her. With her man beaten down, she jumped up,
there was only one more thing she wanted to do before she let him
go free.

She kicked off
her high heels and after a struggle managed to lift the suitcase up
on to its end and started to pull it across the room.

“Hey where are
we going?”

“The cargo
hold of the next flight back!”

“What?”

Hannah put on
her running shoes and dragged the suitcase out of the apartment,
along the corridor and into the lift. Once they arrived in the
basement, she wheeled the case over to their walk in storage
locker. She unlocked the barred door and wheeled him inside. She
positioned the case between their own suitcases and threw an old
sheet over all three items of luggage. She then sat down on Tom’s
case and described to Tom his predicament.

“That bitch,
blonde Hannah, is going to leave you here.”

Tom was
breathing hard with anticipation. Hannah was trembling with
excitement and couldn’t keep her hands off her own legs.
Fortunately there was no one who could see her.

“But luckily
for you, brunette Hannah may let you out at the other end. Assuming
of course blonde Hannah doesn’t take the keys to the suitcase with
her...”

Tom cried out
in pleasure. Hannah smiled, she more than felt the same way.

“Will brunette
Hannah wear the red skirt?”

“From time to
time,” she smiled.

Unable to
control herself any longer, Hannah left the locker, padlocking it
as she went. As quickly as possible in the tight skirt, Hannah ran
back to the apartment and stripped off the uniform. She would have
a head start tonight, but Tom wouldn’t be far behind.

Back in the
locker it was dark and silent, the air was cool, although the
temperature inside the suitcase was rising. Tom felt for the zip
and managed to push one finger through to the outside. He felt the
small luggage padlock. He tried to pull it open, he would love to
see the look on Hannah’s face if he could get out. Although five
minutes later he had given up. He would still be inside the
suitcase when she returned. He really hoped that she wouldn’t keep
him waiting for long.

Only ten
minutes later, a slim brunette in white cotton shorts and fitted
pink t-shirt casually walked into the basement. A bunch of keys in
her hand, a smile on her face.

***

Chapter 12

Proposing in
the rain

It was
Saturday morning and already 10am. They had been at a friend’s
house until past midnight and hadn’t got to sleep until gone two in
the morning. Tom was still tired and slightly hung over, but this
would hopefully be a very big day.

As he started
to focus, he checked to make sure that he was free of chastity
cage, panties and anything else that Hannah might have used on him.
For once he was unrestrained. He looked at Hannah who was cuddling
up against his chest with her long brown hair sprayed out in almost
360 degrees around her head.

He kissed her,
eased out of her embrace and got up to get some water. By the time
he returned, Hannah was kneeling on the bed, completely naked, with
her big brown eyes watching him.

“What shall we
do today?”

“It’s a
secret,” Tom replied as he bent over to kiss her.

“Tell me!”

Hannah pulled
him on to the bed and sat astride his chest, she would keep him
pinned here until she had an answer. She ran her hands over his
chest, feeling the muscles.

“You’ll find
out soon enough, sweetheart.”

“Tell me!”

Tom rolled
Hannah off, took her by the hand and led her in the shower and
turned on the hot water. When they were done, he carried her out of
the shower, with her legs wrapped around him, and deposited the
cute brunette on the bed. He then opened Hannah’s wardrobe and lay
his favourite yellow dress on the bed next to her. She had worn
that dress the first time she had offered to be a dominatrix, the
memory of which was still very clear in Tom’s mind. She had also
worn the dress on other occasions where she had wanted to be at her
most persuasive, such as when she’d locked him in a safe.

Without
stopping for breakfast or even coffee, Tom took Hannah by the hand
and led her down to the underground parking garage.

“Let’s take my
car, I’ll drive.” Hannah said.

The very
thought of Hannah’s car with its built in smother box turned Tom on
and he was already getting hard simply from her suggestion. They
would take her car, but Tom would drive for now. He sat in the
driver’s seat, with the hole beneath him that was usually filled
with his head, now filled with a cushion. Tom started the car and
drove out of the garage and then out of the city.

He looked
across at his girlfriend. Her initial excitement of dressing up and
Tom taking her somewhere as a surprise was now tempered by the fact
that he was driving. She sat on the ‘regular’ passenger seat,
wishing that she he was underneath her, kissing her, massaging her,
making it almost impossible for her to drive. Maybe he was starting
to lose interest in that, maybe he was starting to lose interest in
her. She hadn’t locked him in chastity before they left and he
hadn’t even reminded her. She crossed her legs and arms and looked
silently out of the window. Maybe she was crazy to think that he’d
like her and her games forever.

Half an hour
later they arrived at a restaurant perched on the side of a hill,
overlooking the coastline. The waitress smiled at Tom as they
walked in, but then that wasn’t unusual. The waitress led them to a
private room furthest from the bar, showed them inside and then
closed the door behind them.

Hannah walked
over to the balcony and looked down over the steep cliff edge to
the water beneath. She was about to speak when she turned around
and saw Tom on one knee in front of her.

“Oh my God!”
she held both hands to her mouth.

“Good to see
you’re playing it cool.”

Hannah didn’t
react for a few moments, but then walked closer until her dress was
almost touching his face.

“Will you
marry me?” he asked.

Hannah put her
hands to her mouth again and turned away for a moment and then back
to face him. Tom looked up at her almost uncontainable excitement.
All she had to do now was to say yes, but then Hannah was never
that accommodating or straightforward and would never pass up a
chance to tease.

“You realised
that you would be condemning yourself to a life of.... well,
slavery!”

“Slavery? I
hardly think so.”

“You don’t
know what I have in mind.”

“That’s true,
but...”

“And complete
obedience.”

“I’m looking
forward to that,” he smiled.

Hannah had now
recomposed herself, which Tom knew would only make his task harder.
She always took advantage of her power over him and he guessed that
his proposition would be no exception. Hannah checked that the
waitress wasn’t in sight before lifting her dress.

“Hannah?”

She stepped
forward and dropped the dress back down with Tom’s head now inside.
She could be crazy, but that was just one of the million reasons
that he was so desperate to marry this fantastic girl. He gently
kissed the front of her knickers. Surely no other guy in the
history of the world had had to resort to this while proposing.

Hannah knew
her answer, but even at a time like this she wanted to exert her
power. His kisses felt fantastic. What must he be thinking inside
there? How long could she keep him waiting under her dress? At all
costs she had to accept his offer before he changed his mind.
Hannah stepped back so that her dress pulled away from his
head.

She looked
down at his hopeful eyes, “Yes, I will!”

Tom jumped up
and hugged her, lifting her off her feet and swinging her around.
After kissing for a few more minutes the waitress coyly opened the
door to give them the wine list. Tom studied the list and quickly
ordered. He then asked the waitress for directions to the
bathroom.

Hannah was
sitting at the table, bouncing her legs excitedly under the table
when Tom returned and sat down opposite her. Shit, he was sexy,
could they do it here? Tom then dropped a small key on to the table
in front of her.

“You forgot to
lock me up this morning.”