Hannah (3 page)

“Thank
you.”

Hannah smiled
as she held out her dirty running kit and dropped in on to the air
holes, plunging Tom once again in to darkness. Tom could only lie
there and breath in her scent as he listened to her shower.

Ten minutes
later she returned to the lounge wearing her yellow dress.

“What do you
think,” she smiled as she gave him a twirl.

After giving
him only a few seconds to admire her outfit, Hannah pulled out her
dress and sat her knicker clad butt down over the air holes and
placed the keys to the trunk in her lap. She giggled as she heard
the heard the inevitable coughing from her prisoner below. She had
sprayed perfume on her butt which was now only half an inch from
Tom’s face, he was now breathing in almost pure D&G. Her
initial coyness was fading fast.

“So do you
think you can get out of there?” Hannah purred.

Tom was
starting to realise how much his imprisonment was turning her
on.

“No way, I’m
completely at your mercy Hannah.”

He heard her
giggle and felt her butt wriggle above him.

“You know
you’re going to have to make it worth my while to let you out.”

Tom smiled,
“What about dinner tonight at Annisa?”

“Mmm, I’d love
to!”

“And if I buy
you champagne will you also unlock the cock cage?”

Hannah thought
for a moment and then replied, “Not a chance.”

While still
sitting on the trunk, Hannah picked up her book from the coffee
table, crossed her legs and started to read. Her underwear was
still blocking all of the air holes. The little air that Tom had
was thick with perfume and was starting to heat up.

“Hey, aren’t
you going to unlock me?”

“Yes....but
not yet.....never rush a girl when she’s getting ready for a big
night out...”

***

Chapter 3

Hannah
realises her power

Later that
night they arrived at the restaurant and were shown to a table at
the back. Tom had obviously been there before and seemed to know
most of the waiting staff.

Hannah looked
at the attractive guy sitting opposite her.

“Did you
really like what I did earlier, I mean was I OK?”

“It was great,
you were great,” Tom smiled.

“Wasn’t it a
bit scary for you, you were completely helpless?”

“Completely at
your mercy, I know, that’s what made it so much fun.” he
replied.

Hannah looked
a little embarrassed,

“It feels
strange, I’ve locked you up and put my underwear in your mouth and
now we’re just sitting together in a restaurant.”

“And you still
have me locked in chastity.” Tom reminded her.

Hannah had
forgotten and checked that she still had the key.

“You still
have it?”

“Maybe,” she
giggled.

Tom watched
her carefully, “It seemed as though you were enjoying yourself
too.”

Hannah looked
down at the table, breaking their eye contact. It had been amazing,
but she couldn’t tell him that.

“Yeah.”

“So what did
it feel like when I was chained up in the trunk and you were
practically sitting on my face?” Tom asked.

Hannah blushed
and tried to compose herself.

“Hey, I’m the
dominatrix, I ask the questions here.”

Tom held his
finger to his lips.

“Sorry,” she
whispered.

They paused
the conversation as the drinks arrived, this time carried by
another waitress that Tom seemed to know. Although after giving her
a quick smile, he returned his full attention to Hannah. Her dark
hair was hanging around her cute face and she had an entrancing
expression, a mix of excitement, embarrassment and arousal.

“You look
great, especially in that dress. You have no idea what effect
you’re having on my locked up cock right now.

Hannah smiled
coyly.

“And I love
the way you giggle with excitement when you lock a padlock or cuffs
on me. And I even love the way that you lock the cuffs far too
tightly.”

Tom pulled up
a shirt sleeve to reveal his red and sightly bruised wrist.

“It serves you
right for trying to escape.”

“Escape? No
one could ever escape from your cuffs Hannah.”

She smiled
proudly.

As they walked
home, Hannah was desperately thinking through her next move. She
would love to invite him back to her place and make out with him.
But he hadn’t shown any interest in her before she’d become his
dominatrix and so if she dropped that act now, then he was bound to
lose interest in her again. She smiled at her own pun.

Also, while
she would have loved to sleep with him and start dating, she was
also excited about the prospect of continuing to dominate him. He
seemed to be so besotted with her as a dominatrix, she really could
whatever she wanted to him. At her whim, he could spend the night
in cuffs, or locked in the trunk, or with the panties that she was
wearing right then stuffed in his mouth. Her mind started to play
through the various scenarios, which unconsciously brought a smile
to her face.

When they
reached their apartment block, Hannah had made up her mind and took
Tom by the hand and led him down in the building’s underground
parking area. Here each apartment had a car parking space, although
Hannah didn’t have a car, and a small secure storage room. She
opened the padlock, slid back the bolt to open the barred door to
her storage room. Inside there was her bike and a few
suitcases.

“Sit here,”
Hannah ordered as confidently as her nerves would let her.

Tom had no
idea where this was going, but so far he had enjoyed everything
Hannah had done to him and so he played along.

She unwrapped
the old chain that she used to lock her bike from around her
saddle. She then looped the chain around both one of the building’s
steel columns and Tom’s neck. Finally she took the combination
padlock that was hanging on the end of the chain and used it to
lock the chain in place. By the time she had finished, Tom was
securely chained and Hannah was shaking again from nervous
energy.

“A combination
lock, do I have to guess the number?” Tom asked.

“You’ll never
guess.”

“It’s your bra
size, isn’t it?” he joked.

Hannah
responded by using the toe of her shoe to press down on his
balls.

“Ouch!
Sorry.”

“Bad boy! For
your punishment, you can massage my legs,” she said as she lifted
her dress up and over his head so that he was inside her dress.

Fuck! This was
the first time he’d touched Hannah’s body and the excitement made
him breathless. Her legs looked every better up close, almost
impossibly soft and smooth. The air under her dress was warm and
fragrant and the whole atmosphere was really playing with his mind.
He started to massage her legs using both his hands and his face.
When he reached her butt, he ran his fingertips up inside her black
silk underwear.

For Hannah, it
felt fantastic having his head rubbing up against her thighs. And
just as importantly, it made sure that he couldn’t look at her in
that sexy way that made her almost fall apart.

Tom slowly
rubbed his mouth against the front of Hannah’s panties and smiled
to himself as he heard the inevitable response. He teased her by
stopping and starting a few times before gently pulling the
material aside and using his lips and tongue on her. He knew
exactly what he was doing and by the time he had finished thirty
minutes had passed and Hannah was panting.

She stepped
backwards so she could see him again and sat down on one of her
suitcases. “Wow,” she mouthed breathlessly.”

“Does that
earn me the key to the chastity cage?” he asked hopefully.

Why, is it
getting a little tight in there?”

“Hannah, you
rub your butt over my face and ask if my chastity cage is
tight?”

Hannah
giggled, “Good it’s supposed to be tight.”

Tom looked up
at her in the half light of the storage room. She looked different
to yesterday, the innocence was fading and her eyes now had a
mischievous, teasing look. She was increasingly enjoying the power
she had over him. Her confidence was adding to her control, with
Tom now having less and less influence over what she did to
him.

Tom would have
loved to make out with her there and then, but he knew that unless
she locked the chain that was impossible. He watched her take the
key from her pocket and hang it on a hook on the far wall, well out
of his reach.

“It’s just
over here,” she purred as she returned and sat down on his lap with
one leg either side of his body.

“What’s the
combination?” he asked.

“I’m not
telling.”

“Just the
first number?”

“69.” she
giggled and rubbed herself over his locked up cock.

In a moment of
weakness Tom tried to kiss her, but she leant back and out of
reach. She whispered into his ear again.

“I’ll do you a
deal. Its 11pm now. If you can escape and get to my apartment by
midnight, then you can kiss me.”

With that,
Hannah stood up and walked over to the storage room door. She
closed it behind her and blew him a kiss through the bars. She then
strode confidently away, trying hard to hide her excitement.

Tom watched
her long legs and swaying hips disappear out of sight before
turning his attention to the combination lock around his neck. Only
three dials, Hannah would be able to open it in seconds, he hoped
to crack it within the hour. Although after only a few tries Hannah
turned off the lights and he was plunged into almost total
darkness.

It was
starting to get cold, when at 11.30pm, the lock clicked open.
‘7-4-5, easy’ he smiled as he jumped up and grabbed the key to the
chastity cage. He pulled down his trousers, unlocked the padlock
and finally freed his cock, over 24 hours after Hannah had first
locked him in.

He then pushed
the storage room door, but it was stuck and so he tried to slide
the bolt back. Only then did he see the second combination lock,
this time with 4 dials. He kicked at the heavy barred door and
reached his hands pathetically through the bars. He’d totally
fallen for her trick. He picked up his phone and dialled.

“I’m waiting
for you.” Hannah purred as she answered.

“Oh you’re
good,” he smiled as he lay back against the cold, hard bars.

“Don’t tell me
you’re giving up already.”

“A second
lock, that’s not fair.”

He heard her
giggle.

“Please,
Hannah what’s the number?” he openly begged as he randomly turned
the dials with his free hand.

“Have you
tried my bra size?”

Hannah then
hung up but two minutes later walked back into the underground
parking area. She was wearing high heels and a black leather jacket
underneath which she wore a very short black silk nightie. The
jacket was unzipped, but she held it closed with her hands in her
pockets. She walked up to the bars and looked down at where Tom was
slumped on the floor.

“God, you look
fantastic,” Tom said.

“I see you’ve
removed the chastity cage without my permission.” Hannah
replied.

“Permission?”

Hannah was
feeling more confident. She now felt she had real power over him,
over and above that afforded by cuffs and padlocks.

“Please
Hannah, what’s the number?” he begged as he automatically kissed
her shoe that she’d just pushed though the bars.

“Put your
chastity cage back on.” she ordered.

Tom tried to
clear his mind, but her partially silhouetted figure standing above
him and the smell of her leather shoe that he was kissing were
overpowering. He pick up the chastity cage and slowly and as gently
as he could, forced his cock back inside.

“Put the key
in my panties.” Hannah ordered as she opened her leather jacket a
little.

Slowly Tom
reached through the bars and slipped his slightly numb fingers into
her black silk underwear. It was warm and right then he wished his
whole body could slip inside. Reluctantly, he let go of the small
key which dropped down into her crotch. He removed his hand and she
quickly reclosed her leather jacket.

“Goodnight,”
Hannah smiled as she turned to leave.

“Hannah, I
thought we had a deal?”

She smiled and
walked up to the bars. “I didn’t say I was going to let you
out.”

Tom was close
enough to reach the key he needed to free his cock, but he didn’t.
Although this was way past anything he’d done before, he realised
that her power was intoxicated him. Right then, looking at her semi
naked body through the bars, she could have done anything she
wanted to him.

“There are
blankets and some of my old clothes in that suitcase.”

Tom looked up
and smiled resignedly.

“You’re
enjoying this, aren’t you.” he breathed.

Hannah started
to smile, but stopped herself. “Enjoy your night behind bars,” she
replied as seriously as she could manage.

He watched her
silhouetted shape walk away as his numb fingers started to turn the
padlock dials.

Hannah gave
Tom the benefit of her sexiest walk as she left the basement,
although once back in the warmth of her apartment she immediately
questioned whether she’d done the right thing. She removed her
leather jacket and looked at herself in the full length mirror.

It had seemed
sexy at the time, but surely Tom couldn’t be happy spending the
night locked in that cold storage room. As she put her fingers into
the front of her knickers and pulled out the chastity key she felt
embarrassed, why had she made him do that? Why had she locked him
back into chastity? She put the key down on her bedside table and
sat on the edge of her bed.