Hannah (11 page)

Tom raised his
eyebrows and smiled, he knew exactly what that meant. He looked at
Hannah, who was wearing his favourite yellow dress that just seemed
to hug her body so perfectly. He felt himself becoming aroused, at
least as much as was ever possible inside the padlocked chastity
cage.

“You did bring
the key for this?” Tom tapped his crotch.

“Maybe.”

Tom gave her a
friendly slap on her butt that made her giggle. She then turned
around and playfully stuck her tongue out at him. As she walked,
she turned around again to take another sneak peek at his chest and
abs inside his tight t-shirt.

Hannah
unlocked her car and lifted up the driver’s seat and waited while
Tom climbed in and lay down on the floor. She lowered the seat and
looked down at Tom’s face which now formed the middle of the seat;
the part where she would be sitting.

“Do you like
sitting on me?”

Hannah was
always a little embarrassed when he was this blunt, even though she
knew he only did it to tease her.

“Probably as
much as you like being sat on,” she replied after a slight
pause.

In that case
she did like sitting on him.

“Is it far?”
he asked.

“You’ll find
out.”

She swung her
hips inside the car, pulled up her dress and lowered herself down.
She positioned herself so that she was directly on top of his
mouth, with his nose up against her flowery silk panties.

An hour later,
Tom felt the car turn and the road become rough. The car bounced in
and out of potholes and he heard branches rub against the sides. It
was now just about possible for him to talk as Hannah had finally
moved herself back so that Tom’s mouth was free. This had been
mainly for her benefit and she had enjoyed what he had been able to
do with his freed tongue.

“Where are we
going?” he asked, inadvertently tickling her clit.

Without
stopping the car, Hannah pulled up her dress and looked at his red
face, framed between her thighs.

“It’s a
secret.”

Hannah closed
her legs so that her thighs were touching as the car went up a
steep incline and bounced over a tree root.

“What was
that?” came a muffled voice from beneath her thighs.

Hannah held
the wheel tightly and steadied the car. With the car back under
control she moved forward again in her seat so that her butt again
sealed his mouth.

“Anything else
to say?” Hannah asked.

The car
finally stopped and Hannah climbed out. Tom tried in vain to reach
the lever to lift up the driver’s seat. But Hannah was too busy
looking at the house she’d rented. It was an old two story stone
building, set just back from a small deserted bay and miles from
any sort of civilisation.

“Hannah?”

“Wow, it’s
beautiful...”

“Hannah,
please.”

The sun was
reflecting off the calm water and the cliffs rising up either side
of the bay. Hannah put on her sunglasses and with her hands on her
hips, surveyed the view. She knew Tom was desperately struggling to
get out and the very thought turned her on. How much longer could
she legitimately wait before releasing him?

After an
almost cruelly long length of time, she finally reached in with one
hand and quickly flicked the lever to free him.

By the time
Tom had climbed out, Hannah was at the old house, unlocking the
heavy wooden door with an oversized key. It opened with a creak to
reveal grand rooms with high ceilings.

Hannah ran in
excitedly, looking in each room in turn. She then opened a small
door off the hallway and walked down a steep flight of steps. Tom
followed the excited brunette down the steps and into the
cellar.

When he
arrived, Hannah was standing at one end of the empty space inside
what once had been the wine cellar. It was a space six foot square,
enclosed on three sides and the ceiling by brick and on the fourth
side by old iron bars. The middle third of the bars comprised a
door that opened outwards. There were no windows, only a heavy
grill about six feet from the cellar floor that looked out at
ground level on to the lawn at the front of the house.

“This is why I
chose the house,” she smiled excitedly.

Hannah was
already standing inside what was would make perfect prison cell.
She walked over and pulled the door shut.

“It’s perfect,
I assume you have a padlock.” Tom said from outside the cell.

“It’s not for
me!” Hannah exclaimed.

“Oh, I don’t
know, you look cute in there.”

Hannah pushed
the door open and walked out. This was one of Hannah’s ultimate
fantasies, to lock Tom in a dungeon, behind heavy iron bars. The
intensity of the situation was actually making her nervous. It
reminded her of when they first met and how she had felt the first
time she’d handcuffed him. She had locked him in handcuffs hundreds
of times since then, but the atmosphere in that dusty old cellar
brought back the same emotions.

“You will be
my dungeon slave,” her very words made her shake with
excitement.

Tom kissed her
and squeezed her butt with both hands. As they kissed, she pushed
him further towards the open door. When she stopped, Tom was inside
the cell. She stepped back and swung the barred door closed, a
little too quickly and it made a loud clang. Tom reached through
the bars and kissed her again.

“Aren’t you
going to lock me in?” Tom asked.

“Yes.” Hannah
immediately searched through her handbag.

“Quickly, or
I’ll escape.”

Hannah was
starting to get cross with herself, where had she put it.

“Too late,”
Tom started to push the door.”

“No!” Hannah
cried as she put one leg against the bars to hold it in place.

Tom pushed a
little harder, pushing Hannah slightly off balance. She then used
her butt to increase the force and the door clanged shut for the
second time. Tom took the opportunity to kiss her, even though he
knew such an indulgence would inevitably lead to his imminent
captivity.

A few second
later Hannah had found the padlock and used it to lock the barred
door. She stepped back.

“Wow!” she
cried.

Tom rattled
the bars for effect as he watched her face closely. The amazement
in her eyes stayed, as her mouth slowly turned into a smile. She
swallowed and rubbed the palms of her hands over her hips.

“Come here,”
Tom breathed as he reached through the bars.

Hannah walked
closer so that they could kiss.

“I don’t
usually do this, but today you just look too sexy,” Tom panted.

He took the
key from her hand and unlocked the padlock. He swung open the heavy
door, grabbed the excited girl and lifted her up. She immediately
wrapped her legs around his waist and started kissing.

He carried her
upstairs into the master bedroom and laid her down in the middle of
the large four poster bed. While sitting stride her waist to make
sure she didn’t move, he ran his hand over her breasts and down
into her bra. Hannah was already moaning softly as he pulled out a
small silver key.

Tom put
Hannah’s arms above her head and used one hand to pin both of them
in place. With Hannah secured to the bed and writhing around in
ecstasy, he stood up and undid his trousers and let them drop to
the floor. Again with just one hand, he used the key to unlock his
chastity cage. Finally free of the cage, he lay down on top of her
and smiled as the brunette started madly kissing.

“You don’t
usually let me out this easily,” he smiled.

Hannah didn’t
answer, she was lost in the moment, plus she knew that she would
get her revenge soon enough.

An hour later
Tom was exhausted and lay on his back with Hannah cuddled up to
him. She was ready to go again and went down on him to encourage
him to continue.

“Hannah, I
need a breather.”

“You know what
that means?” she replied looking at the cage.

“What?”

“Use it or
lose it!” she giggled.

Tom just lay
there as his inexhaustible girlfriend picked up the chastity cage
and sat on his chest, with her back to him. He felt her position
the cock ring. Tom smiled to himself as he started to exploit her
weakness. He reached around Hannah’s waist and pulled her backwards
until her clit was above his face. He then pulled her down on to
his tongue.

“You can’t
stop me that easily,” Hannah breathed.

She dropped
the padlock between his legs and by the time she had retrieved it,
the cage was no longer in place. After a few seconds of being
completely lost in her own thoughts, Hannah refocused and tried to
push the cage over his erect cock.

She gently,
but firmly pushed it into place, she was desperate lock him up
before her next orgasm. It was in place, just. She was breathing
harder, oh fuck. She slipped the padlock through and snapped it
shut just in time. She threw the key across the room and into the
bathroom as she collapsed down on to his legs.

Hannah rolled
on to her side and slid her head between Tom’s muscular thighs so
that she could admire the cage from all angles.

“Nice try,”
she panted as she slipped the heavy steel cage into her mouth.

It was Tom’s
turn to moan, even when he was locked inside the cage, her mouth
could do amazing things.

“OK, let’s go
again,” he breathed.

“Too late for
you,” Hannah replied kissing the cage.

“Come on, one
more chance?”

Tom lay back
and relaxed, that was fine with him, she had done more than enough
for now. He thought about earlier in the cellar and a smile came
across his face.

“Hannah, you
must be the world’s worst medieval jailer, letting your prisoner
escape just because you wanted to make out with him.”

Hannah wrapped
her thighs around his neck and tightened.

“You’re still
in my custody.”

“But I know
your weakness, I can escape anything.”

“You’re very
cocky for a condemned man who’s lost his freedom and is about to be
incarcerated in a dungeon.”

“Do I get any
special privileges?”

“Nope! Maximum
security from here on, and the guard is pretty sadistic.”

‘Pretty’
certainly, Tom smiled to himself as he kissed the inside of the
woman’s thighs.

“Where is the
key to open these?” Tom pulled against her legs.

“No key, just
the mind of a crazy woman.”

“Piece of
cake.”

She squeezed
him harder, it felt nice between her legs. She was in no rush,
neither was he.

Tom and Hannah
ate lunch together on a picnic rug on the lawn outside the front of
the house. In line with their role play, Hannah had locked his
wrists, ankles and waist in high security transport restraints,
with the cuffs locked a little too tightly as usual.

Tom was
wearing only black silk boxers, while Hannah was in short pink
cotton shorts and tight white t-shirt. Due to the restraints,
Hannah pretty much had to feed him, but given that she couldn’t
keep her hands off him, it wasn’t an onerous task.

Tom lay on his
back with Hannah’s head resting on his chest, looking up at the
blue sky and a couple of birds that seemed to be playing together
over the cliff.

“As free as a
bird,” Tom said as he watched.

“Mmm, just
like you aren’t,” Hannah replied.

“They don’t
know what they’re missing.”

“You’re my
little bird in a cage,” Hannah said as she gently bit his lip.

“Unless I
escape.”

“I’d like to
see you try...”

Tom took the
bait, rolled on to his front and struggled to his feet. Hannah sat
on the rug laughing as he hobbled off as quickly as the four inch
ankle chain would allow. She jumped up and even running like a
girl, quickly overtook him and stood blocking his way, her hands on
her hips.

“Nice try, but
I’m afraid attempted escape carried serious penalties.”

Tom smiled and
raised his eyebrows suggestively as Hannah unzipped his fly.
However, unfortunately for Tom, all she did was take hold of his
chastity cage and use it to lead him back to the house. Despite his
stronger physique, he had no choice but to follow every move made
by the slim five seven brunette.

“Still
thinking of escape?”

They looked at
each other as she slowly led him back to the house and down to the
basement. Hannah watched the muscular athlete hobble slowly and
helplessly behind her. Tom, meanwhile, was focused on Hannah’s cute
butt moving in her pink shorts. He wanted to bury his face between
her cheeks, but no doubt that would happen soon enough.

Why had he
been so tired earlier? He would give anything to make love to her
again right now, but he knew she wouldn’t allow that. But then when
they had made love, it was the thought of her leading him to the
dungeon that had run around his mind. Would Hannah remove his cage
and release his hands so that he could have some relief? No chance
he thought, she always ensured he saved himself for her.

Tom hobbled
into the cell.

“Kneel
down.”

Hannah was
once again aroused by the dark, dusty feel of the cellar and its
solid brick walls and ceilings. To make sure she didn’t fall for
the urge of making love to him again, she quickly left the cell and
padlocked the barred door behind her. She tucked the key into the
front pocket of her shorts and then walked back and forth admiring
her beloved prisoner.

Tom watched
her perfect figure through the bars, knowing that it was now
hopelessly out of reach.

“How does it
feel to be in there?”

“With you the
other side of the bars in those shorts, fantastic.”

Hannah smiled,
this was gorgeous.

“Can I touch
you?”

“No,” she
replied.