Hannah (12 page)

“Anyway, I
have to drive into town for some food, I hope you won’t miss
me.”

“Not at all I
may go for a run.”

Hannah’s stern
role play face broke into a smile.

“Sure, you can
hobble around your six foot cell all you want.”

“Given that
you can’t keep your hands off me, I’ll be out before you know
it.”

The stern look
was back, “Oh didn’t I mention that I’ve sentenced you to thirty
years imprisonment. In fact I won’t even unlock your cell until
three decades have passed.”

Even though he
knew she was joking, the thought of spending a big chunk of his
life in the cell sent a shiver down Tom’s spine, although not
necessarily a shiver of fear. He thought about how Hannah could buy
the house and keep him there forever. There really would be nothing
he could do about it.

“You can have
your phone while I’m gone,” Hannah said, her attempt at a stern
expression somewhat at odds with her cute little shorts and t-shirt
and her tendency to giggle.

“This is the
phone that you have locked so that the only person I can call is
you?”

“That’s right
sweetheart.”

“And this is
the phone that you use to send me provocative photos of your body
so that I get even more frustrated that I’m locked in a cage?”

“Maybe...”

“You keep
it.”

Hannah thought
about this for a moment. What if there was an emergency and he
needed help. Tom knew what she was thinking.

“Hannah, you
have me shackled in a cage, what sort of trouble can I possibly get
in to?”

She walked up
to the bars and they kissed. Then without a word, she turned on her
heels and left. Tom watched her climb the stair and leave the
house. He then watched as her sandals walked past the heavy grill
and then, within half a second, were gone. The car started up and
the noise of the old engine soon disappeared into the distance.

Tom sat down
against the wall and listened to the old house creek. He could hear
the waves in the bay and the birds that they had watched earlier.
He certainly wasn’t free as a bird now.

He looked down
at the cuffs that held his hands on either side of his waist. He
looked at the empty keyholes wondering if there was any way that he
would be able to pick them without the key if he really had to. He
laughed and looked up above him at the sunlight streaming through
the grill.

When Hannah
returned, she walked quickly past the grill and went upstairs to
the bedroom. She stood in front of the old freestanding mirror and
unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor. She removed her
underwear and shoes and took another shower.

She then took
her new dress from her suitcase. It was a white shoulderless, knee
length dress that she had had specially tailored. She eased it over
her naked body and struggled a little to zip herself in. The cotton
felt lovely against her naked skin.

The dress
managed to be both classic and sexy at the same time. It fitted
perfectly around her breasts, her narrow hips and her pert butt,
before flaring out over her thighs. She watched her reflection as
she twirled and flicked her hips and blew kisses at herself. If the
dress was already turning her on, what would it do to Tom?

She finished
the outfit with white heeled sandals, sunglasses and a pale wide
brimmed summer hat with a flowery ribbon that held her long brown
hair back over her shoulders. With her book in one hair and her
keys in the other hand, she walked back downstairs and repositioned
the picnic rug on the lawn, only a meter from the cellar grill.

Tom watched as
Hannah sat down on the rug facing the grill, with her legs and feet
together at her side. Her lightly tanned skin looked fantastic
against the white fabric She looked classically feminine, he almost
expected birds to come down and start singing.

“Wow.”

Hannah smiled,
she had made a good first impression. She peered into the darkness
of the cellar and could just make out the light and shadows falling
on his muscular chest and toned forearms. She loved his abs and
legs as well, but unfortunately they were hidden from sight.

“Is it time
for my exercise? I have some ideas that you may like,” Tom asked
hopefully.

“Thirty years
isn’t up quite yet.”

“What! Hannah,
you’re driving me crazy!”

Hannah pulled
her sunglasses off a little and winked at him. She then lay down on
her front on the rug, facing away from him with her legs tightly
together. She propped herself up on her arms and with her legs bent
up at the knees and feet crossed, began to read.

“Hannah,
please!”

He studied how
the dress moulded itself up and over her bottom. This was too
much.

“Please
Hannah, just throw me the keys.”

Hannah just
rolled to one side, placed the keys where she had been lying and
rolled back on top of them. They felt lovely, strategically
positioned beneath her.

Tom swallowed
on his dry throat and pulled pointlessly at the cuffs. As he
watched, Hannah rolled over on to her back, threw her head back and
bent one leg slightly. Tom watched with anticipation. She took off
her hat and flicked her hair out. She then opened her legs a little
more so that Tom could tell what she was, or rather what she
wasn’t, wearing underneath. Tom’s nose was now pushed up against
the cold steel grill.

After what
seemed to be an age for Tom and only a few seconds for Hannah,
Hannah stood up, smoothed down her dress and stood with the tips of
her shoes touching the grill. She stood there, almost feeling Tom’s
eyes run up her legs to her naked crotch and back down. She could
also see his full body from this angle, his muscles tensing and
glistening slightly from perspiration.

She jingled
the keys from one hand.

“Only twenty
nine point nine nine years to go, sweetheart.”

“The last ten
minutes been an eternity,” he breathed.

“Well you’d
better get used to it. I’ve got the only keys to your prison
cell.”

Hannah turned
so that Tom could see up her skirt to her butt, again almost
feeling the heat of his focus on her skin. Then without a word, she
clipped off in her heels and a minute later was in the cellar.

She unlocked
the cell door, walked in and pulled down Tom’s boxers. She
un-padlocked the chastity cage and then dropped it and her bunch of
keys to the floor. She wasn’t going to free him any more than was
necessary.

Hannah turned
around and Tom used his mouth to unzip the dress, which Hannah
carefully stepped out of to make sure it didn’t land on the dusty
stone floor. She jumped up and wrapped her legs around his waist,
where his hands were in the perfect position to hold her.

“That’s why
transport chains are designed like that,” she giggled as he pushed
her naked body up against the cold wall.

The next
twenty minutes was as good as it gets and afterwards they both lay
on the floor, breathing heavily.

“See, thirty
years will soon pass,” Hannah said as she ran her hands over his
chest.

“Hannah, I
think I’ve done my time.”

“Oh no you
haven’t!”

Hannah jumped
to her feet and grabbed her keys from the floor. Tom struggled
after her, but chained hand and foot he was much slower. The naked
woman was already outside closing the door.

“Hannah,
no!”

She had now
slipped the padlock in place and clicked it shut and was teasing
him with the keys through the bars. Tom grabbed her dress from
where it hung on the cell bars.

“Open the door
if you want your dress back.”

“It’s your
souvenir.”

Tom couldn’t
help but smile at her as she ran back up the stairs completely
naked.

He looked at
the dress, it didn’t look quite as sexy without Hannah’s body
inside, but it did smell of her perfume. After a few attempts, he
managed to get his head inside the dress and sat there in the
middle of his cell, breathing in her scent.

Sometime
later, Hannah returned to the cellar dressed once again in the
yellow dress. She unlocked the door and stood above Tom, legs
apart, hands on hips.

“If I release
you will you cook me dinner?”

Tom nodded as
she took her keys and effortlessly unlocked his ankles, wrists and
waist chain. Free from everything, even the chastity cage, Tom led
Hannah back upstairs. They finished the first bottle of wine on the
lawn, the second with dinner and then fell asleep together on the
four poster bed.

***

Chapter 10

An intimate
night

The weekend
away had been amazing. They had spent many hours talking and really
exploring their relationship and where it was going. Some
conversations had been had lying on the lawn under the warm sun.
Some conversations had been had sitting on large beanbags in the
cellar, next to each other, but either side of the locked iron
bars, with the keys to the padlock in Hannah’s pocket.

It was a week
later and they had just returned from a Friday night out with
friends. In the restaurant, they had sat at opposite ends of a
table of eight, but had still been unable to keep their eyes of
each other as they ate. At one point, the friend sitting next to
Tom had put slipped her hand under the table and placed it on his
thigh. She had only been an inch away from the chastity cage and
from then on Tom had been careful to watch her every move.

Tom had held
the friend’s hand to make sure that she went no further. She looked
at him and he looked at her. She was a sexy woman, but whether it
was his love for Hannah, or simply the practical reality that the
chastity cage meant that he couldn’t have sex with her, she didn’t
seem to interest him at all.

Tom and Hannah
walked home hand in hand. Tom used his key to open the Yale lock on
their apartment door. They always used this lock and it gave more
than enough security. However, Hannah had added a high security
dead lock for which she hadn’t given Tom a key. She loved having
the power to lock him in, or lock him out at will, usually when he
least expected it.

Hannah had
been building up the courage to introduce her new toy for a few
days now and as it was Friday and as she’d had a few drinks, this
was as good a time as any. She showered slowly and came out of the
shower with a white towel wrapped around her. The towel just about
covered from her butt to breasts and looked liked the world’s
skimpiest dress.

She sat down
on the edge of the bed and towel dried her hair. Tom was now in the
shower and so she pulled out a small package which she had hidden
in her bottom drawer, inside her folded jeans.

Tom finished
in the bathroom and walked back into the bedroom wearing only his
chastity cage. As had become customary, he knelt down on the floor
in front of his girlfriend and kissed the inside of her bare
thighs. Hannah giggled and opened her legs a little further, not
wanting to get in his way.

“Well if you
want me to make love to you, you’ll have to unlock me.”

This was the
only time of the day where she let Tom take control. She would
release him from the cage, and often other restraints, and then his
size and strength gave him a natural advantage.

She loved it
when he lay on top of her on the bed and pinned her hands down.
Sometimes he would sit astride her and use his legs to pin her arms
to her sides. Like this, he could kiss her or tickle her and she
would just wriggle helplessly beneath him as she became more and
more turned on.

A few times,
he had slid forward and sat over her neck with his strong thighs
towering up either side of her face. After proving to herself that
she couldn’t escape, she had moved her mouth inside his boxers and
done to him what he had done to her so many times before.

But tonight
would be different, she would stay in control. The thought excited
her and she had a feeling that Tom wouldn’t mind either. That said,
she was still a little apprehensive, as this would be as personal
as it could get.

“Hannah, the
keys?”

“Not
tonight.”

“Well my cock
is pretty much useless like this.”

“Completely
useless.”

“Exactly,
so...”

“Be patient
honey.”

Hannah picked
up her new toy and started to unscrew it with the special Allen
type key.

“What’s
that?”

“Let me show
you.”

Hannah then
took the small, one inch long device and held it against the bottom
of Tom’s nose. With one curved bar inside each of his nostrils, she
slowly tightened the screw so that the bars closed around the small
strip of gristle at the base of his nose.

“Does that
hurt?”

“No. What is
it?”

“What about
now?”

Hannah
continued to turn the key very slowly until she was satisfied that
the device wouldn’t come off.

“A nose
shackle, what do you think?!”

Hannah removed
the small key, lent back and crossed her legs and arms, a little
apprehensive of how Tom would react.

Tom felt with
his hands and soon realised that it wouldn’t come off without
ripping off the base of his nose. He tried to turn the screw with
his fingers, but of course that wasn’t possible.

“Not without
the key,” Hannah whispered and then gently bit his ear.

She stood up,
stepped over Tom head and pulled a pair of hinged cuffs from her
underwear drawer. With no naked woman sitting in front of him, Tom
climbed to his feet and watched as Hannah gently took his wrists,
positioned them behind his back and locked them together.

As she did so,
her towel fell to the ground to reveal her naked body. She
instinctively tried to grab it before it hit the floor, but then
stopped herself. Given what she had planned for him, there really
was no reason to hide her body.