Hannah

by Andrea Jordan

  “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 ba
lance 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.

  By the time Tom woke, she was sitting as calmly as she could, drinking coffee.

  “Morning sleepy,” she said as she bent down and pealed the duct tape from around his head.

  Tom spat out Hannah’s dirty underwear and slowly got his stiff jaw moving.

  “What’s the time, did I spend all night in here?”

  “Yes, all night under my lock and key, held captive by a girl,” she said with a slightly false laugh.

  Tom smiled at the thought as he struggled to climb out of the trunk with the fiddle and the cuffs still locked in place. He finally climbed out, but could only sit helplessly on the floor.

  “Any chance of getting out of these?” he asked rattling the restraints.

  “Maybe,” Hannah replied as she crossed her legs and turned away to check her phone.

  He started to notice the discomfort caused by the lack of movement, particularly in his arms. He climbed to his knees and shuffled along until he was next to her stool and looked up his jailer. Shit, she looked sexy. He loved those jeans, they made her butt look out of this world.

  “Oh my, where did I put the keys?” she said, trying to sound as casual as possible.

  Tom watched Hannah as she glanced around the room as if trying to locate the keys. Although after a little more theatrics, Hannah stood up and pulled some keys from the back pocket of her jeans.

  “I hope I haven’t bent the keys by sitting on them,” she said as she took her time inspecting each key to find the right one.

  Tom smiled and raised his eyebrows slightly.

  “And if you make one comment about the size of my butt, then I’ll lock you back in the trunk,” Hannah smiled as if knowing what he was thinking.

  With plenty of further theatrics, Hannah slowly unlocked the fiddle and the foot cuffs, but left the handcuffs in place. She then tucked the keys back into her pocket and sat back down, pinning the keys beneath her.

  “You forgot these,” Tom said holding up his chained hands.

  “I thought it might be more fun if you tried to pick those locks.”

  “Pick these! Have you seen just how complicate the key is? There’s no way.”

  “Now, don’t be such a defeatist,” she smiled as she stood up and placed her bare foot down on the cuff chain, thereby pinning his hands to the floor, “I’ll even give you a hair clip.”

  Hannah fetched a hair clip from her room and dropped it on the floor next to where Tom was still kneeling. She then started to walk around her apartment, cleaning up from the night before.

  Tom played along and straightened out the clip and inserted it into the lock on one of the cuffs. For a few moments his positive attitude got the better of him and he tried in earnest to open it. However, a few minutes later reality kicked in and he threw the hair clip across the room. It was a pointless exercise.

  “Hannah, this isn’t going to work.”

  “That’s a shame, I thought we could go out for breakfast,” she replied while straightening the sofa cushions.

  “We can, the cuff key is in your pocket!”

  “I guess if you can’t get out of your cuffs, then we’ll have to stay in.”

  She was starting to drive him crazy and so he stood up walked over to her. Hannah saw him coming and gracefully ducked under his arms and
skipped into her bedroom. Tom, his legs still stiff from a night in confinement, followed her more slowly.

  “Hannah, the key?” Tom asked as he cornered her in her bedroom.

  “Silly me, have I got your key,” she giggled as she ducked inside his cuffed arms and kissed him on the lips. Tom gazed into her dark eyes and hardly noticed as she pushed him backwards so that they both fell on to the bed. Hannah finally ducted out from inside his arms, sat astride him and pulled out the key.

  “What’s it worth?” she asked, dangling it above him.

  “Not tickling you to death,” he smiled as he lifted her t-shirt and tickled her around the waist.

  Hannah burst into laughter and had to slide forward until she was sitting on his chained hands to stop him.

  “OK, OK,” she giggled as she slipped the key into one of the cuff locks and released his wrist.

  However, instead of unlocking his second wrist, she simply relocked the first cuff around the metal bed frame. Before Tom could react, Hannah had jumped up and with her back to Tom, slipped the key into her back pocket and started wiggling her hips from side to side. With one hand tethered to the bed, Tom tried to vain to reach her.

  “Looks as though we’re having breakfast in, I’ll go pick up some coffees.”

  Once again she had him helplessly chained up, she was getting quite a knack for it.

  “Can I have the hair clip then?” he asked.

  “Sure,” Hannah purred as she blew him a kiss and left the flat.

  Hannah returned with takeaway coffees and they sat together on her bed to drink. Once they had finished, Tom grabbed Hannah and pulled her pink t-shirt up and over her head, no mean feat for a guy chained by one wrist to the bed. Encountering little resistance, he started to unbutton her jeans and one handed started to ease them down over her hips. A few seconds later he was on top of her and they were making out. Again it was incredible and she orgasmed within seconds.

  Hannah finally got to her feet and walked totally naked over to the bathroom. She then stopped, turned around and picked up her jeans and threw them out into the lounge and out of reach of the bed.