Hannah (8 page)

“Oh, so that’s
where they are,” he smiled.

“No.”

“Stand
up!”

When she
didn’t comply, he lifted her up and dropped her down on to her sofa
and checked inside the tool trunk.

“Fooled you,”
Hannah smiled as she walked up to him and started to rattle the
large padlock that was securing the cage.

Tom moved on
to her bedroom and after a few minutes found the Allen key in her
dirty laundry basket.

“I’ve found
one!” he boasted as he returned to the lounge.

“Good for you
but I’ve got the other.”

Hannah was
standing next to the trunk with her arms crossed with a confident
look in her eyes. She pointed to the padlock key that she had
placed on the corner of the inside rim of the trunk. She had then
lowered the steel lid down so that it rested on the key, with the
key stopping the trunk from fully closing.

“Take one more
step and I’ll sit down and... snap!” Hannah smiled with her
mischievous eyes.

As Tom started
to move forward, Hannah started to sit down. Her blue dress was
just about to rest on the lid when he stopped and took a step
back.

“Stalemate, I
think. You come any closer and I snap the only key to that
padlock.”

Hannah smiled
as she watched his indecision. She knew he couldn’t tell whether
she was serious. After some of the things she’d done to him, he was
entitled to think that anything was possible.

Tom watched
the beautiful woman standing in front of him. She had that very
determined look which he knew from experience meant that things
were about to become interesting.

“While you
were making coffee I posted the other key to this padlock to
myself,” Hannah explained. Tom thought back, yes he had wondered
where she’d gone.

“Posted?”

“Aha. First
class, it will arrive on Monday.”

Tom smiled, he
loved the way that she was always a step ahead of him.

“So if I sit
down...” Hannah left the sentence unfinished.

“I’m stuck in
this thing for the whole weekend.”

“So shall I do
it?”

Tom thought
about Hannah’s kind offer to snap the only key that could unlock
the metal cage around his head. It should have been an easy
question to answer, why would he want to be stuck inside that all
weekend. If she sat down, he would not be playing football and
drinking with the guys tomorrow. He’d have to cancel lunch with
friends on Sunday. He wouldn’t be able to go outside at all. And
yet for some reason the thought turned him on. He was again
besotted with the power she had over him.

Tom walked up
and kissed her on the lips and then sat down on the sofa.

“OK.”

“Really?”

Hannah was
pleased. She had hoped he’d play along, but felt that she had to
give him the choice. A mischievous look came over her face as she
used one hand to smooth her dress down and then sat down on the
box. She had almost her whole weight on the lid and nothing had
happened, maybe it wouldn’t work. Then suddenly the lid shut all
the way with a bang that made her jump.

Her weight had
guillotined the key in half, with one piece of bent metal
clattering on to the wooden floor and the other piece hitting the
bottom of the metal trunk beneath her. They down sat in silence for
a moment before Hannah giggled.

“You look
great behind bars, honey.”

She pouted and
slowly shook her head, her long brown hair now lying dishevelled
around her head. Tom knelt down and picked up one piece of the key.
He tried to retrieve the other half, but Hannah refused to stand
up, and so that piece of metal stayed trapped in the box beneath
her.

They showered
and Hannah dressed in skimpy black silk knickers and nothing else.
Her sexy slim body was once again playing tricks with Tom’s mind.
They made love, with Hannah on top until the early hours. There was
no need to get up early the next day, there was very little Tom
would be able to do until Monday.

***

Chapter
7

Honey I
insist, I’ll drive home tonight

“How do I
look?” Hannah asked as Tom drove.

It was the
classic question that guys get wrong. Getting it wrong for most men
could mean the silent treatment while they tried to repair the
damage that they had inadvertently caused. However, for Tom the
penalty for getting it wrong could be much more interesting.

Hannah
mystified him even more than the other women he had known, but he
somehow knew that it was his responses to these types of questions
that influenced how she behaved. Given how much control she had
over him, responses to her questions could be greatly amplified in
their effects on him.

Perhaps she
would leave him chained up for a few more hours than she would
otherwise have done, or maybe even leave him shackled all night. Or
maybe she would tighten the cuffs just a few extra clicks, so that
they bit into his wrists with no hope of any give in the restraints
until she returned with her key. Tom had spent many hours under
Hannah’s lock and key, wondering what thoughts were going through
her head.

Not that he
had a problem being held captive by Hannah. Many times he had
deliberately made inappropriate comments and then enjoyed watching
her beautiful brown eyes widen with surprise and shock. She would
then flick her hair behind her shoulders, purse her lips and that
cute determined look would come across her face. Her voice would
change from playfully to slightly more stern and she would stay
that way until the cuffs had ratcheted closed and the padlocks
clicked shut.

With Tom again
helpless, her body would relax slightly and her smile would return,
first just in her eyes and then across her lips. She would then
shake her head slightly, to free up her long hair which would again
frame her cute face. She would look directly into his eyes with
confidence returning, and then the teasing would begin as she took
full advantage of her sexy prey.

How did she
look? It was a very easy question to answer. Hannah looked
beautiful, with her long brown hair up in a ponytail, her cute
face, her short black cocktail dress that extenuated her perfect
figure. He particularly loved her long slim legs, crossed twice as
they always were when she was a little nervous, covered with thin
stockings, held up by a suspender belt, hidden from view under her
dress.

“You look
fantastic.” Tom replied honestly as he took his eyes of the road
for a few seconds to admire her.

The look in
her eyes and the sudden crossing of her arms suggested that she
wasn’t entirely happy with the response. And even though Hannah had
the keys to his chastity cage tucked in her bra, the dress having
no pockets, he smiled, she was a complete enigma.

They were
driving to a party hosted by one of Tom’s old work mates. Hannah
was often shy when meeting new people and right then she was
sitting in the passenger seat, fiddling nervously with the two
silver bangles on her left wrist. She could be a woman of extremes,
shy one minute, confidently dominating him the next.

As they walked
in to the party, it was clear that Tom knew nearly everyone. Hannah
didn’t know a soul and held tightly to Tom’s hand. He took two
glasses of wine and Hannah started drinking quickly to try and calm
her nerves.

Although they
were talking with an increasingly large group, Tom couldn’t help
but glance constantly at Hannah. Partly because she looked great,
but also because he knew that she was holding the keys to his
balls. Every time he looked at her, particularly when she noticed
him and smiled back, he felt the pressure build.

Hannah knew
the effect that chastity had on him and this was why she ‘insisted’
that he wear the cage whenever he left her flat. He would
occasionally protest, but she would correct these misguided actions
by ordering him to kneel down in front of her, a technique that was
especially effective when she was wearing a short skirt or nothing
at all.

Or sometimes
she would order him to lie on the floor and she would sit astride
his body, sliding up towards his head if further convincing was
required. With Tom still pinned beneath her, Hannah would apply the
cage, which by now was not an easy task.

When Tom next
looked over, he saw Hannah on her own sitting on a stool by the
bar.

“Hi, my name’s
Tom,” he smiled as he walked over and held out his hand.

Hannah
giggled, but played along, “Hello Tom, I’m Hannah,” she replied
over her shoulder, while still facing the bar.

“Do you come
here often?”

Hannah turned
around on the stool to face him and recrossed her legs. As she did
so, she took the keys from her breasts and let them fall to the
floor.

“Silly me,”
she smiled.

“Allow
me.”

Tom knelt down
and picked up the keys. As he did, Hannah uncrossed her legs so
that Tom could see up her skirt, although she only allowed him a
fleeting glance before recrossing them.

“You don’t
seem to have any pockets, would you like me to look after these?”
Tom offered, still kneeling on the floor.

“That’s very
kind, but, I don’t think so.”

Hannah held
her hand out.

“Here are your
keys Hannah.”

“Thank you
Tom,” she smiled as she very slowly squeezed them back in place

“Nice to meet
you Tom.”

Hannah then
stood, stepped over where he was still kneeling on the floor and
walked away. She flicked her hair over her shoulder and swayed her
hips all in one seamless move. Tom was mesmerised and only stood
back up when another woman sat on the seat above him.

Hannah climbed
the stairs and stood on the balcony overlooking the room below. She
saw Tom stand up and knock into a blonde in a very short dress who
had taken her stool. Hannah crossed her arms as Tom and the blonde
started talking.

‘He’s no good
to you sweetheart’, Hannah whispered to herself, ‘he’s all locked
up.’

Hannah
continued to watch from her elevated position as the blonde moved
her leg slightly so that it touched Tom’s thigh. Hannah then smiled
as she saw Tom discretely rub his crotch in reaction to a failed
erection. Hannah watched with interest while subconsciously pushed
the keys further into her cleavage.

Tom walked to
the bar and looked back at the sexy blonde that he’d just blown
off. Shit that cage was effective. He was used to the idea of
wearing a chastity cage and Hannah having the key, but with such a
blatant come on from the attractive blonde, he was now getting used
to the full implications of what the cage really meant. He
physically couldn’t go with that blonde even if he wanted to. He
was also a little concerned that Hannah had been watching and would
no doubt respond in her own unique and unpredictable way.

Tom climbed
the stairs and walked up behind Hannah and made her jump by kissing
her neck.

“Did you enjoy
watching that?” he asked.

“Probably more
than you,” she purred as she grabbed his chastity cage through his
cotton trousers and twisted slightly.

Tom grabbed
Hannah’s butt, pulled her closer and kissed her. Hannah kissed back
then gently bit Tom on the lip. With Tom distracted, she took her
cuffs from her purse and ratcheted one around the hand that was
holding her butt. Tom instinctively reached down with his other
hand to try and stop her, which only made it easier for Hannah to
cuff the second hand as well.

“Hannah! The
key!” Tom whispered as he stood up against her with his chained
wrists hidden between their two bodies.

Hannah just
ran her hands up his arms and over his biceps. She loved his
muscled arms and she loved the fact that all of that strength was
useless against her cuffs. She also loved the look on his face when
she told him that the cuff keys were back at her flat.

Tom looked
down at his cuffed hands. “There are many ways to tell your partner
that you want to leave a party, but this one I think is unique to
you”.

“Stay if you
want,” Hannah shrugged her shoulders and stuck her tongue against
the inside of her cheek.

Tom looked
down at his shackled wrists in semi disbelief.

“And you
certainly won’t want me to be in a bad mood on the drive home.”
Hannah reminded him.

Tom smiled and
ran his cuffed hands up the front of Hannah’s dress. Yes, the drive
home would be fun.

It was just
after midnight when they carefully and discretely walked back to
where they had left Hannah’s old car at the back of the car park.
Tom had assumed that she would trade it in when she bought her new
car, but Hannah had had a better idea. It had taken Tom a couple of
weeks to make Hannah’s specific changes and he had had to buy a new
seat, but it was how Hannah wanted it and this was their first time
using the finished product.

Hannah took
the car key out of her purse and unlocked the small two door car
and lifted up the driver’s seat as if getting into the back seats.
But the back seats had been removed leaving an open space that led
into the boot.

“OK honey,”
Hannah smiled as she hugged herself and moved slightly up and down
on the spot trying to keep warm.

“Now?” Tom
asked, just to see the reaction

“Now!” she
cried impatiently as she pushed him towards the car.

Struggling
slightly with cuffed hands, Tom climbed in and lay on his back on
the floor of the car, so that his head was underneath the driver’s
seat.

“OK,” he said
as he looked up at the beautiful brunette above him, her slightly
dishevelled hair silhouetted in the street light and her silver
earrings reflecting the light.

“I don’t want
any ‘under’ seat drivers,” Hannah giggled.