Hannah (5 page)

Washing the
dishes was almost impossible, every time he put his hands in the
sink, his face almost touched the water. A couple of times Tom got
bubbles on the end of his nose, which gave Hannah almost
uncontrollable giggles. Plus the task wasn’t made any easier by
having the world’s sexiest woman sitting next to him in a very
short dress.

“That’s so
funny,” she smiled.

Tom pulled at
the padlock securing the fiddle. “It would be so much easier if you
gave me the key to this.”

“I know.”

“Can I have
it?”

“No,” she
giggled as she jumped off the kitchen counter.

Hannah
instructed Tom to crouch down. She then placed one high heel clad
foot inside each of his arms, so that each foot was inside a closed
circle formed by his arms and the fiddle.

“OK, stand
up,” she ordered.

Tom slowly
worked the fiddle up between her bare legs. By the time he was
kneeling, the fiddle had reached her crotch and could go no higher.
Hannah slid up her dress to get a better view. Tom’s hands were up
against her butt and his face was up against the front of her
underwear, with his wrists and neck connected by the fiddle that
ran between her legs.

“I don’t seem
to be able to go any higher,” Tom observed, gently pushing the
fiddle up into her crotch.

“Mmm, it feels
nice when you try though.”

“Why do people
always end up in this position, unable to move with their face up
against your panties?”

“People?”
Hannah questioned, “It’s only you who ends up in this
predicament.”

Tom had
already starting to kiss her black silk panties.

“Well we are
good friends....”

Hannah smiled
as she pulled her tight red dress back down, this time with Tom’s
head inside. The wine and her mood had now completely overcome her
initial coyness and Tom had no option but to go along for the
ride.

Half an hour
later and Hannah had finally freed Tom from inside her dress. She
was now pulling him along by the small steel loop attached to the
front of the fiddle. She led him into her bathroom and made him lie
down on his side so that his head and shoulders were inside the
shower cubicle and his legs stretched out across the bathroom.

Hannah then
knelt down next to his head and used a padlock to lock the front of
the fiddle to the metal drain that was in the centre of the shower.
Tom tried to stand up, but the drain held firm. He was still trying
to detach himself from the plumbing when Hannah returned to the
bathroom completely naked.

“Wow!” Tom
exclaimed as he looked up.

Hannah was
tanned all over, with a very athletic physique. She walked into the
shower and stood with one foot either side of his head and turned
on the water. Tom tried to watch her, but the water fell into his
eyes and he blinked it away in an attempt to continue to watch. His
shirt was soaked, but he didn’t care. All he wanted to do was to
reach out and touch her, but the fiddle held his hands in place and
he could do no more than touch her feet.

The chastity
cage made it feel as though someone was standing on his balls. He
could see the key for it lying out of reach on the bathroom floor,
having fallen out of Hannah’s panties as she undressed.

Hannah stood
in the shower, gently rubbing her clit. Her eyes were closed and
she was completely lost in the moment. If she stopped and thought
about what she was doing, she would have been too self conscious to
continue. She daydreamed about Tom making love to her. She would
have to unlock him from the fiddle, but that would only be a
temporary freedom. Would he want to make love to her? The look on
his face right then told her that he would.

She stepped
backwards and almost trod on Tom’s face. The noise of the water all
but drowned out any chance of conversation and even if Tom had said
something, she wouldn’t have heard.

Hannah
finished her shower, stepped over Tom’s head and dried herself. She
wrapped a towel around her waist and looked down at her wet,
chained up friend.

“Hannah, this
fiddle is driving me insane, please let me out,” Tom begged.

“If I do, will
you make love to me?”

Tom looked up
at her cute face, if only this wasn’t a tease.

“Well?”

Maybe she was
serious, “Yes, of course!”

Tom watched
with slight concern as Hannah rummaged through her clothes, which
she had strewn across the bathroom floor, looking for the key.
However all she did was unlock the fiddle from the drain and with
the fiddle still locked, led Tom into her bedroom. She then used
the padlock to attach the fiddle to the metal frame of her double
bed.

Tom knelt on
the floor by her bed as she brushed her long dark hair with nothing
more than a towel wrapped around her.

“I thought we
were going to....”

“Patience,”
she purred as she continued to brush.

Hannah slipped
on a short night dress and then unbuttoned and removed Tom’s
trousers and boxer shorts. She then played with the chastity cage
and rattled the padlock. Taking her time, she took the key and
unlocked the padlock and freed his cock, which was immediately
hard.

Tom reacted by
pulling even harder at the fiddle in a desperate but hopeless
attempt to get free.

“Hannah!”

“If I unlock
you, will you keep your promise?” she asked as she looked into his
eyes.

“What do you
think?”

The brunette
smiled and after a few more minutes of teasing unlocked the padlock
and opened the fiddle. It fell to the floor with a clatter. Tom
stood up, peeled off his wet shirt and lifted Hannah into the air
and laid her gently down in the middle of her bed. He kissed her
and this time she kissed him right back. The events of the last two
days had made him want her more than he’d ever wanted any
woman.

Hannah lay on
the bed smiling. He was incredible fit and incredibly gentle. For
the first time in their brief relationship, he was taking charge.
He had already shown that he trusted her totally; she now knew that
she trusted him too. The next two hours passed in a blur.

By midnight
they had showered again, this time in a more conventional manner,
and were sitting on the bar stool in the kitchen drinking
Cointreau. Tom wore only his boxers and Hannah was wearing her
short black night dress and panties.

“It seems
strange being with you and not being locked up,” Tom observed.

“I can soon
fix that.” she purred.

“I believe
you.”

“How would you
like to spend the night?” Hannah ran her fingers up his thigh.

“What do you
recommend?”

All sorts of
ideas were running through Hannah’s mind, but she wasn’t sure how
far to push it. They’d made love now, so did that change what he
wanted her to do? She would love to lock him in the trunk until
morning and sleep holding the keys to the trunk. Was she crazy to
even think that? Would that be too much for him to take? But he had
asked her to suggest something.

“Will you do
anything I say?” she asked.

Tom watched
her as she rubbed her glass between her lips, she looked a little
unsure, but still as cute as hell. Just falling asleep with this
beautiful woman should have been enough, but somehow he was more
excited about what else she might make him do, even if it meant
suffering another uncomfortable night.

“Anything,” he
replied as he downed the remainder of his drink.

Hannah already
had her cuffs in her hand and was sitting on the lid of the steel
trunk. She looked so cute, Tom imagined himself inside the trunk
right beneath her butt. Although whether he could take that for the
whole night he wasn’t sure.

“Hand please,”
Hannah instructed.

“Not too
tight?” Tom asked hopefully.

“Next
hand.”

“That’s still
quite tight.”

Hannah tried
to tuck the key inside her bra, but she wasn’t wearing one, and so
the key fell on to the floor. She was embarrassed as she crouched
down quickly to pick it up.

“No bra?” Tom
asked unhelpfully.

“Inside the
trunk,” Hannah ordered slightly annoyed.

Tom climbed in
and lay on the cushions that Hannah had placed on the bottom of the
trunk and which she had also piled up at one end for his head and
shoulders. It was actually very comfortable.

Hannah then
reached in and cuffed one of Tom’s ankles, passed the chain through
the handcuffs and then cuffed the second ankle.

“Here’s the
deal, if you can open the lid with me sitting on top, then I won’t
gag you with my panties.” Hannah said as the very sight on Tom
lying chained in the trunk was turning her on like crazy. She
lowered the lid and sat down on top.

“OK, go.”

Tom pushed up
and was just able to lift the lid. Hannah lent forward and held on
the sides to balance herself. There was four inches of daylight
between the lid and the box which was as far as Tom could push, but
Hannah was easily able to balance on top.

“There, I’ve
opened it.” Tom exclaimed as he fought to hold it up.

“OK, climb out
then.”

“What?”

“There’s not
much use in opening the trunk if you can’t climb out.” Hannah
replied.

Tom knew that
Hannah was being unfair, but then she was the one sitting on the
lid and so she made the rules. There was no way that he could hold
the lid up and climb out at the same time. There was also no way he
could hold her weight for any longer than a few seconds. He let go
and the lid crashed back down on top of him, plunging him into
darkness. He knew what that meant.

Hannah sat on
the lid for a few moments, happy in the knowledge that her little
butt was enough to trap him inside. She finally stood up and opened
the lid. Once she was sure he was watching, she slowly and
theatrically slid her black silk underwear down her legs. Tom
opened wide as she stuffed them into his mouth and wrapped duct
tape round and round his head to keep them in place.

“And this,”
Hannah purred, picking up the fiddle.

Tom was again
completely under her spell and so complied as Hannah positioned it
around his neck and wrists and padlocked it closed. She then took
the red dress that she had worn earlier in the evening and wrapped
it around his head. She then checked he could breathe through the
material.

With no sexy
eyes to distract her, Hannah confidently closed the lid and used
the two large padlocks to secure it in place. She pulled up her
night dress and placed her naked butt down over the air holes. She
gently touched herself and inadvertently let out a moan as the
sensation sent a shiver through her body.

“Don’t worry,
I won’t leave you here all night,” she purred, “just a few more
minutes, just while I....”

Tom was
equally turned on in the trunk only inches beneath her, but thanks
to the fiddle that Hannah had locked on him, he couldn’t touch
himself. He knew this was a deliberate ploy on her part, she was
starting to develop a teasing streak. But otherwise it felt nice in
the trunk, warm, soft and filled with Hannah’s scent.

Hannah moved
to her bedroom and lay down in her bed holding the keys into her
crotch. She was exhausted, but the adrenalin kept her going for one
more time. She then relaxed and closed her eyes, which could mean
only one thing for a woman as tired as she was. Within seconds she
fell asleep, still holding the keys between her thighs.

Tom lay in the
trunk, listening to Hannah moan. Once she let him out, he would
definitely suggest they make out for one last time. However things
were becoming quieter, what was she doing? He then heard her
breathing more heavily, which he knew meant that she had fallen
asleep. He tried to call out, but panty gags are effective,
particularly Hannah’s.

Really just
for his amusement, Tom kicked and pushed at the trunk and at his
restraints. It was pointless. With the woman in the bedroom asleep
with all the keys, there was nothing he could do until the morning.
A few moments later, he too was asleep.

***

Chapter 5

From the
secure to the extreme

The next
morning Hannah woke and stretched out in bed. She felt the keys
lying next to her in the bed and squeezed them into her body and
smiled. With only a sheet to cover her, she rolled over and closed
her eyes, what a lovely morning. She started to remember the fun
that she and Tom had had the night before, the games, making love.
He had been incredible. She reached out, expecting to find him in
the bed next to her, but she was alone.

Finally her
memory caught up with her. Oh no! She hadn’t unlocked him from the
trunk. The poor guy had spent the whole night locked inside,
completely helpless and barely able to move a muscle. He had spent
the whole night with her dirty panties in his mouth! Was he
alright? Even if he was, this would surely be the last time he’d
let her lock him up. How could she have been so stupid?

All sorts of
scenarios ran through her mind as Hannah threw off the sheet,
sprang out of bed and, with the keys in her hand, ran into the
lounge. She fell to her knees and peered anxiously through the
small air holes in the lid of the trunk. To her immense relief, Tom
was still breathing and even better, he seemed to be asleep.

Quietly,
Hannah took her keys and unlocked the two heavy padlocks and opened
the steel trunk. Tom was sleeping and looked amazingly peaceful.
Maybe this would be OK after all.

Leaving him
still locked in the cuffs and fiddle, Hannah quickly showered and
changed into her favourite blue jeans and fitted pink t-shirt and
put her long hair up in a ponytail. She sat on a stool next to the
trunk and tried to compose herself. She decided that the best
approach was to act confident, as if she’d meant to leave him there
all night. But inside she felt stupid, and the sight of her used
underwear in his mouth just made her feel worse.