Hannah (4 page)

She sat there
playing with her high heeled shoe, slipping her foot in and out.
She had to go and free him. But maybe she shouldn’t, and anyway
maybe he’d already cracked the combination. Wearing only her very
short black nightie, she sat on her kitchen bench top and poured
herself a glass of wine. And then another. After the second glass,
Tom’s fate for the night was sealed.

***

Chapter 4

Dinner at
Hannah’s, making love and the trunk

Tom was woken
at 10am the next morning by a knock on his front door. He wrapped a
towel around him, walked to the door and found his neighbour
standing there in a short black flared skirt and low cut stripy
top. She looked slightly uncertain and was reluctant to make full
eye contact.

“I brought you
some coffee?” Hannah said hesitantly, holding up two takeaway
coffees. She studied his reaction eagerly, but his smile told her
that maybe she hadn’t messed up the night before. They sat down on
the bar stool in Tom’s kitchen and started to drink.

“I don’t think
I’ll ever forget the look of you in that black leather jacket, and
not much else.” Tom smiled as he took a mouthful of coffee.

“How long did
it take you to get out?”

“Long enough,
it turns out 4 dials is much harder to solve than 3.”

“What
time?”

“4am.”

“Oh my god,
that’s long. All you had to do was turn them to 9-4-6-9.”

Tom smiled.
“Nice skirt by the way.”

Hannah smiled
and slowly crossed her legs for his benefit.

“Don’t do
that!” he smiled as he pointed to his crotch.

“Nice chastity
cage by the way,” Hannah giggled as she pulled the towel from
around Tom’s waist and let it fall to the floor.

“Oh yes and
while we’re on the subject, any chance of letting me out Madam,
Mistress or whatever?” he asked.

“Mistress, I
like it.” she giggled.

“It’s aching
like hell.”

“Kneel,” she
ordered as both of them tried not to smile.

Hannah stood
up from the stool. “Find the key and I’ll unlock you,” she said,
“but you can’t use your hands.”

Tom was
delighted, he had free reign over her fantastic body. He looked up
and down checking for pockets, but there were none. He want to feel
her breasts and so ran his lips over them slowly.

“And no
tickling,” she giggled, almost spilling her coffee.

“Enjoying
yourself?” he asked as he put his lips over her erect nipples.

“Hey, mind
your own business and keep looking if you ever want to get out of
that thing.”

“They’re not
here,” he finally concluded.

“Yes they are,
keep looking.”

He knelt back
down and with his hands behind his back, put his head up inside her
skirt. Again in no hurry, he ran his lips very gently around and
inside her white silk underwear. He soon felt the key inside and
used his tongue to let the key fall out and on to the floor.

At that point,
Hannah pushed him backwards on to the floor and sat astride him,
rubbing herself against the steel cage for several moments before
unlocking him.

“Thank you,”
he cried as his cock immediately became hard.

“It looks as
though you wanted to get out of that for a while.”

“I did, but
somehow the key ended up inside your panties,” he replied.

“Funny that,”
she giggled as she sat back down on the stool, again playing with
her shoe.

Tom was still
exhausted from lack of sleep and so lay down on his sofa and closed
his eyes. He opened them a few minutes later as he heard Hannah
picking up his keys and phone.

“Let me cook
you dinner at my place tonight, to thank you for the meal last
night,” she said.

“What are you
doing with my keys?”

“I don’t want
any distractions while you get your beauty sleep.”

Tom watched as
she took his key, knowing full well what she was planning. He
watched as she positioned the chastity tube and the unlocked
padlock on the table. The key to the padlock was nowhere to be
seen.

“Make sure you
dress for dinner,” she reminded him, pointing to the steel chastity
device.

Hannah then
blew a kiss and left Tom’s flat, dead locking the front door as she
went. Tom lay back down on the sofa. He was now locked inside his
own flat. Ironically, he had given the woman in the flat opposite
his other spare key and now Hannah had taken his key. He was now
the only person on the floor who didn’t have a key to his flat.

He didn’t even
have a phone. And a few seconds later he didn’t even have
electricity, as Hannah switched off his power from the meter box in
the hallway. He had no choice, but to lie there, think of Hannah
and wonder what surprises his newly inducted dominatrix had planned
for him that evening.

Hannah
clutched Tom’s front door keys with both hands as she walked
quickly along the corridor and back to her apartment. She placed
his keys on her sofa and sat down on top of them, if she couldn’t
see the keys then maybe she wouldn’t be so over excited about the
situation.

She looked
around her lounge, thinking about what she would do for him that
evening. It had to be good, it had to make up for a night locked up
in a cold basement and a day locked inside his own flat. She had to
keep his interest. She felt the keys beneath her and smiled to
herself. Whether he was still interested in her or not, he was
going nowhere that day.

But how would
she keep his interest? She stood up and walked over to the metal
trunk that she had locked him in the day before. She automatically
raised her hand to her mouth as she thought about how she had
locked Tom inside. She closed the empty trunk and slowly sat down
on the lid. She pulled up her skirt and wriggled her butt over the
air holes.

“Try and get
out of that,” she purred to nobody other than herself. “And if you
don’t kiss my butt right now, I’ll fart in your face.” she
continued.

She blushed,
jumped up and walked into her kitchen. What was she doing? Why was
this turning her on? She flicked on the coffee machine and looked
back at the trunk. She was fidgeting with lid of the coffee jar and
dropped it noisily on to the floor. It made her jump. She looked
back to the trunk.

Slowly, she
unzipped her short skirt and let it fall to the floor. With her
heels still on, she walked as seductively as she could back to the
trunk and sat down on the lid.

“You are now
completely trapped under my butt,” she whispered, afraid that
someone might hear her. “And there is no way I’m letting you
out.”

What would it
be like in the trunk? Hannah stood up and opened the lid. She
locked the padlocks to the open hasps to make sure that they
wouldn’t fall down and trap her inside.

Hannah then
climbed inside the trunk and lay on her back with her knees drawn
up. She started to pull the lid closed above her, but the lid was
heavier than she realised and it banged closed on top of her. She
startled, but then calmed down and explored the small dark space.
She started to imagine that someone was locking the padlocks and
securing her inside, but the thought frightened her and she quickly
pushed the lid up and climbed out.

Why would Tom
let someone lock him up like that? Why would he let ‘her’ lock him
up? Whatever the attraction, it must be pretty strong to overcome
the fear of being locked inside. Hannah closed the trunk and sat
back down on the lid. Whatever it was, this was fun.

It had gone
midday when Tom finally woke up. He turned on the kettle to make
some coffee, only to remember that Hannah had switched off the
power. In desperate need of caffeine, Tom made himself a cup using
water from the hot tap.

As he drank
the lukewarm coffee he inspected the chastity tube that Hannah had
left for him to wear that evening. The idea of locking himself into
chastity before going to a girl’s place for dinner seemed bizarre.
Nonetheless, the thought excited him and he knew that he would
comply with her request. Tom finished the questionable coffee and
took a long shower.

At six
o’clock, Tom changed out of his old boxers and t-shirt, and into
chinos and shirt. He brushed his hair, shaved, applied aftershave
and all the usual things he did before an evening out to ensure
that he impressed the girl.

He examined
the cock cage again, turning it in his hand. He thought about
masturbating one more time, this may be his last chance for a
while, but decided against it. It would be more fun to find out
what Hannah had in store.

He fitted the
cage around his cock and balls, although no matter how he
positioned it, it was tight. He slipped the padlock in place and
looked at himself in the mirror with the open padlock hanging from
the lock. It actually felt nice, although if Hannah hadn’t unlocked
him by this time tomorrow, it might not be so comfortable. With a
picture of Hannah clearly in his mind, Tom locked the padlock. He
pulled up his boxers and chinos and waited for his date to
arrive.

Tom had to
wait almost an hour for Hannah to unlock his door and walk in. Tom
thought she looked stunning in a short fitted red dress with a thin
brown belt around her waist. Her long brown hair was hanging around
her shoulders and she wore brown leather bangles on her wrist. Tom
walked up to her and kissed her on both cheeks.

“You look
fantastic.”

“Thanks,” she
replied bashfully. He was already having that effect on her.

“Your place
then?”

“Umm, yeah,
sure.” she replied.

Tom followed
Hannah down the corridor.

“Are you
wearing it?” she asked.

“Yes,”

“And do you
have the key?”

“Yes, I’m
wearing it,” she smiled.

Tom studied
his hostess in her tight dress, trying to imagine where the key
might be.

They walked
into Hannah’s apartment, where the table was laid for dinner. In
front of one of the two places was a heavy steel neck and wrist
fiddle. Tom started to examine the fiddle as Hannah poured two
glasses of wine.

“Standard wear
for dinner guests?” he joked.

Hannah felt
embarrassed. She had fantasized all afternoon about locking him
inside it, but now he was actually here, she was embarrassed. She
drank half a glass of wine straight down and had to top it up
before bringing the glasses out.

“OK,” Tom
smiled as he held his hands up in front of him.

“You want to
try it?” she asked hesitantly.

“I assumed I
had no choice.”

“Umm, yes,
that’s right,” Hannah said quickly as she put down the glasses,
slightly spilling one, and picked up the fiddle.

Hannah was
four inches shorter than Tom and looked up into his eyes as she
positioned the fiddle around his neck. She could smell his
aftershave and had to try desperately to keep a steady hand. She
enclosed his neck and wrists and locked the whole thing with the
padlock. She then grabbed a glass of wine and stepped back still
clutching the key in one hand.

“It’s tight,”
Tom said as he tried briefly to escape.

“Can you get
out?” she asked.

“Yes, if you
give me the key.”

“And if I
don’t?”

“Well I could
try and grab the key from you.” he baited.

Hannah smiled
and tucked the key into her bra. Tom stepped forward as if trying
to take the key, but at the last minute bent forward and kissed
Hannah on the lips. Hannah stepped back and sat down on the sofa
with her eyes looking down to her lap.

“Tom, what’s
happening here? Am I your dominatrix or your girlfriend?”

Tom sat down
on the opposite sofa looking past his restrained hands to where his
hostess was sitting. Tom knew why she was asking, but didn’t know
how to reply. He loved being restrained and dominated by her, but
he was also aware that he was falling for her.

“The truth is
I want you to be both, I guess,” Tom finally replied.

“Really?”
Hannah looked up timidly.

“How do you
feel about this?”

“I don’t know.
I’ve fancied you for ages. I also really like doing.... this stuff
to you, it makes..... me feel sexy.” Hannah replied.

Tom smiled.
“It seems strange having this serious conversation while I’m locked
in this fiddle.”

“I know,”
Hannah laughed nervously, “do you want me to unlock you?”

“I really
don’t.”

Hannah could
see that he was getting off topic.

“So what are
we?” she persisted.

“Friends.”

“Friends?”
Hannah replied, “You’re sitting her in my flat in chains and in
chastity.”

“Good friends,
then?”

Hannah stood
up and walked over to him.

“Can this
work?” she asked.

“I don’t know,
but if we both enjoy it, maybe we should find out?”

Hannah thought
for a moment, “OK. Good friends, who like to play umm.... games
and.... maybe sleep together?”

“Really?” it
was Tom’s turn to be surprised.

“Maybe, if you
do as I say.”

The next two
hours was spent eating the meal that Hannah had prepared. Tom ate
as well as anyone who was locked in a fiddle could eat. His mishaps
were a constant source of amusement for Hannah, although at no
point was she tempted to release him.

Halfway
through desert, Hannah sat down on Tom’s lap and with her arm
around him and started to feed him the crème brulee.

“What shall we
do now?” he asked.

“The washing
up.” she giggled.

“Can’t I’m
stuck in this, sorry,” Tom smiled as he rattled the heavy steel
fiddle.

“Yes, I’m
looking forward to watching you try.”

“No chance of
being unlocked?”

Hannah shook
her head and threw him a cloth which landed on his head. She then
sat down on the kitchen counter, crossed her legs and watched.