Tom was wearing only black silk boxers, while Hannah was in short pink cotton shorts and tight white t-shirt. Due to the restraints, Hannah pretty much had to feed him, but given that she couldn’t keep her hands off him, it wasn’t an onerous task.
Tom lay on his back with Hannah’s head resting on his chest, looking up at the blue sky and a couple of birds that seemed to be playing together over the cliff.
“As free as a bird,” Tom said as he watched.
“Mmm, just like you aren’t,” Hannah replied.
“They don’t know what they’re missing.”
“You’re my little bird in a cage,” Hannah said as she gently bit his lip.
“Unless I escape.”
“I’d like to see you try...”
Tom took the bait, rolled on to his front and struggled to his feet. Hannah sat on the rug laughing as he hobbled off as quickly as the four inch ankle chain would allow. She jumped up and even running like a girl, quickly overtook him and stood blocking his way, her hands on her hips.
“Nice try, but I’m afraid attempted escape carried serious penalties.”
Tom smiled and raised his eyebrows suggestively as Hannah unzipped his fly. However, unfortunately for Tom, all she did was take hold of his chastity cage and use it to lead him back to the house. Despite his stronger physique, he had no choice but to follow every move made by the slim five seven brunette.
“Still thinking of escape?”
They looked at each other as she slowly led him back to the house and down to the basement. Hannah watched the muscular athlete hobble slowly and helplessly behind her. Tom, meanwhile, was focused on Hannah’s cute butt moving in her pink shorts. He wanted to bury his face between her cheeks, but no doubt that would happen soon enough.
Why had he been so tired earlier? He would give anything to make love to her again right now, but he knew she wouldn’t allow that. But then when they had made love, it was the thought of her leading him to the dungeon that had run around his mind. Would Hannah remove his cage and release his hands so that he could have some relief? No chance he thought, she always ensured he saved himself for her.
Tom hobbled into the cell.
“Kneel down.”
Hannah was once again aroused by the dark, dusty feel of the cellar and its solid brick walls and ceilings. To make sure she didn’t fall for the urge of making love to him again, she quickly left the cell and padlocked the barred door behind her. She tucked the key into the front pocket of her shorts and then walked back and forth admiring her beloved prisoner.
Tom watched her perfect figure through the bars, knowing that it was now hopelessly out of reach.
“How does it feel to be in there?”
“With you the other side of the bars in those shorts, fantastic.”
Hannah smiled, this was gorgeous.
“Can I touch you?”
“No,” she replied.
“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 h
er 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.
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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 n
aked 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.
Hannah then took a long pink ribbon and threaded it through the small metal ring on the front of the nose shackle. She then knotted it so that the shackle was attached to the midpoint of the ribbon. She pulled very gently on the ribbon to bring him closer to her.
“You see, there is no fighting against this ribbon, wherever it goes, you follow.”
Hannah loved the fact that with only a gently tug on the ribbon, she could lead his muscular body wherever she wanted. She gave him a quick kiss on the lips before walking over to her wardrobe and unthreading a thick brown belt from the belt hoops of her jeans. She then buckled the belt around her naked waist.
“Nice outfit,” Tom smiled.
“It’s just as well you like it, you’ll be seeing more of it tonight....”
Hannah continued to lead him by the nose around the room and then over to their bed. With Tom kneeling next to the bed, she placed the ribbon on the white sheets and then sat down on top of it, only an inch from Tom’s face. She crossed her legs and looked down at him.
“See if you can get up, sweetheart.”
Tom move backwards, pulling on the ribbon, but the limited force he could apply without hurting his nose, wasn’t enough to slide the ribbon out from under Hannah’s butt. Her weight and the friction of the ribbon against her naked skin was too great. Hannah giggled.
She then lay back on the bed and wrapped the ribbon around her thigh and tied it in a bow. Again Tom tried to pull away.
“Tethered like a dog to my thigh, gorgeous.”
“I’m not complaining.”
“Maybe not yet,” Hannah smiled knowingly.
Tom positioned his head between her thighs and started to kiss her clit. He knew from experience that within a minute Hannah would be totally aroused and that that would give him the best chance of being unlocked and allowed to make love to the beautiful woman.
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