“Hey, stop it!”
Tom’s mouth was too busy to reply.
Hannah knew she had to slow things down. She untied the ribbon from her thigh and tuned over on to her other side. She then very gently and slowly pulled his head back between her legs, but this time with his face up against her butt. She then ran one end of the ribbon up her backside and tied it on to the back of the belt. She then ran the other end of the ribbon back between her legs and tied it on to the front of her belt.
“How does that feel?” she asked, peering over her hip to see him.
Tom explored the new position and found that whatever he tried, he couldn’t move his nose more than an inch from her naked butt, and more importantly his mouth couldn’t reach her clit.
“I can’t reach you from here.”
“I know. You’ll just have to ‘kiss my ass’ instead.”
Tom ran his lips over her butt and smiled as small goose bumps appeared. He then gently bit her, with just the right force to get a cry of pleasure in reply. As usual, Tom seemed to be able to tease her and turn her on even from the most restricted positions. Hannah had imagined him being much more helpless than this as she thought about her next move.
She untied the ribbon that was attached to the back of her belt and started to pull it tighter. As she did so, the ribbon disappeared between her cheeks and Tom’s nose had no choice but to follow.
Both ends of the ribbon were now pulled tight and the material felt nice and tight against her clit. But Tom’s face, now buried into the lower part of her butt, felt even nicer. He was now personally involved with her butt, surely she was finally in control.
“How does it feel?”
“Very intimate,” Tom mumbled, his voice almost incomprehensible.
“It’s not that intimate, this is how I greet all my friends.”
“Hannah, it feels like I’m inside your bum!”
“Well, try and get out then, I’ll give you a chance.”
With that, Hannah lifted her top thigh to take the pressure of Tom’s neck. Tom was now able to climb to his knees and manoeuvred himself as best he could with cuffed hands. He tried pulling his nose straight out, then up, then down towards her crotch. He then tried to twist, but nothing would even get his nose out from between Hannah’s cheeks. Tom started to feel as though he was part of her body, no longer with a mind of his own.
Hannah tried hard to suppress her delight as she watched his big muscular body try in vain to free itself from her bum. The day before, she had practiced this position with the teddy bear that Tom had won for her from the fair. The bear’s soft pointy nose had felt good, but this felt ten times better. She could feel his warm breathe against her skin and his nose tickle her. But best of all, she loved listening to his moans, a mix of frustration, amazement and increasingly, excitement. The teddy hadn’t done that!
“OK, I give up.”
“Oh dear, you really are going to be in trouble now then...”
Hannah squeezed her thighs tightly around his neck, while at the same time tensing her butt so that her cheeks closed around Tom’s nose. She then bent her knees until her heels were pushing against the back of his head and pushing him further inside.
Tom relaxed for a moment before realising that his nose and mouth were sealed and that trying to breathe only created a vacuum. His struggling started to arouse her and she held on for a few seconds longer than she knew she should. When she did relax her thighs, Tom was breathing hard and his cock was bulging out of the cage.
“I assume I have your complete attention now?”
Out of the corner of his eye, Tom could just see past her butt and across the bedroom. That all felt a long way away and completely out of his reach. Hannah gave him a quick tense of her thighs.
“Well?”
“Yes sweetheart, mistress, honey, whatever,” he replied as he relaxed back into her butt.
Hannah laughed and then inadvertently did a little fart.
“Hannah!”
She thought about untying the ribbon but she could see that the knot had pulled tight.
“Yes?” the girl replied innocently.
She was a little embarrassed as she imagined what that must have been like for him, but her thoughts were soon distracted by the quiet moans of pleasure coming from her shackled boyfriend. She looked down at butt and her thighs. She had been to the gym every day this week and they were really looking good.
Now just about able to breathe, Tom was enjoying the experience. He may have been completely trapped, but her warm butt felt fantastic against his face.
“How long are you keeping me here?”
“How long would you like to stay there?”
“I thought you were in charge, sweetheart?”
Tom knew that would provoke her and sure enough, she tensed her thighs and his air stopped for a few long moments.
When Hannah finally untied the ends of the ribbon and rolled over so that she could see him, Tom’s face was flushed and glimmered from perspiration. She felt a little self-conscious and modestly rolled on to her front. Although, his big brown eyes were looking lovingly up at her, which told her that she could carry on.
Hannah turned around so that Tom’s head was again between her thighs, but this time his face was resting against her clit. Again she tied both ends of the ribbon to the front and back of the belt, but less tightly than before. In this position, she could now look down and see his eyes.
“What do you think?”
“Fuck, you’re incredible!”
A big smile came across Hannah’s face.
“Since you’re down there...”
“Yes?” Tom asked teasingly.
“You know.”
“Do I?”
“Tom, stop it. I mean start it. You know what I mean!”
“Sorry Hannah, you’ll have to explain.”
“Tom!”
Hannah tightened her thighs and squeezed. Tom smiled back at her innocently at first, but then he felt the pressure building around his neck. He looked up at her big determined eyes, her pert little nose that turned slightly up at the end and her lips that were squeezed closed in sync with her legs. It was time to get to work.
Tom loved to listen to Hannah orgasm, it was a mix of breathing, almost purring and cries of pleasure. And she would never be rushed. She would move her hips backwards to move him away from her, and then her hips would thrust him back towards her when the time was right.
Once she was satisfied, she lay still catching her breath. Her hair lay randomly around her head. She smiled down at him and started to run her fingers around the features on his face. Tom kissed her clit and Hannah’s body jumped and she let out an inadvertent cry of pleasure, which embarrassed her and she looked down crossly at him.
She untied the ribbon, stood up and led him like a horse into the shower. She tied the ribbon to the metal shower head above where he stood.
“I love being able to tether you with just a pink ribbon.”
“I can tell.”
“And you really can’t do anything to get away.”
“Oh I can, but my nose won’t come with me.”
She knelt down and put the chastity cage in her mouth.
“Hannah, please, I can’t take it.”
She looked up teasingly with her mouth full.
Hannah then left the shower and returned with a key that she held between her lips. She knelt down and with the key still between her lips, ran its tip around his waist and down to his crotch. By the time the brunette actually unlocked the cage, Tom was almost crying out her name.
Hannah untied the ribbon and unlocked the cuffs before turning on the water. They then spent the next thirty minutes in the steam engulfed cubicle making out time after time.
They dried and lay on the bed together, Tom pulling at the nose shackle.
“How do get this off?”
“It doesn’t undo, sorry.”
“Yes it does, give me the key.”
> Hannah threw a pillow at him, which started a pillow fight which Tom won. Hannah looked out from under a pile of pillows.
“Don’t you want to keep it on tonight?”
“You mean do I want to spend the night with my nose secured to your crotch?”
“Well if that’s what you really want, honey.”
“Hannah!”
“I’ll wear some panties.... your favourite ones?”
“Is that your idea of compromise?”
“I think I’m being very reasonable.”
Tom looked over at Hannah’s butt. Shit, she was cute.
“Front or back?” he asked.
“Back, just for a few minutes while I read my book.”
Hannah pulled on white flowery satin underwear and lay on her side, with Tom’s head between her legs. With her guy back in his rightful place, she tied the ribbon to the front and back of her belt. Hannah hadn’t cuffed him and so he could untie himself at any point, but instead he chose to lay his head on the inside of her thigh, close his eyes and within a minute he fell asleep.
While it hadn’t been her plan to keep him there all night, it did feel nice with him down there. She looked at the clock and did the maths. Six hours, would he be OK? He obviously thought he’d be OK, either that or he’d given up hope of her letting him out before morning.
Hannah made her decision. She pulled him tight against her and closed her legs to make sure that he didn’t inadvertently turn in the night and hurt his nose. Once she was happy that Tom was secure, she too fell asleep.
Tom woke early the next in need of some water and it took a couple of seconds to remember where he was. Once his memory had returned, he started to untie both ends of the ribbon. Due to Hannah having tightened the knots, this wasn’t easy.
He gently eased himself out from her thighs, which were slightly sweaty from having spent the night wrapped around his neck. He took a drink and then walked to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. He untied the ribbon from the nose shackle and then with the aid of a screwdriver, tried to undo the shackle from his nose. After a frustrating few minutes, he gave up and took a long hot shower instead.
By the time Hannah had awoken, showered and dressed in blue jeans and pink t-shirt, Tom was sitting in the kitchen drinking black coffee. He looked up as she walked in.
“Good morning.”
Hannah giggled.
“I was going to run down to the cafe to buy you coffee and breakfast, but....”
“But you have a lump of steel locked to your nose,” Hannah helpfully finished the sentence for him.
“You noticed.”
“Well, I’ll go instead.”
While Tom did want a decent coffee, Hannah’s solution didn’t solve the obvious problem. He watched as Hannah kissed him on the cheek and picked up her purse and keys.
“Well if you’ll take this off I can come with you,” he offered hopefully.
“Oh yes, the girl in the cafe..”
Tom remembered their earlier visit and his playful banter with the friendly serving girl. Despite the fact that he had been there with Hannah, the girl had gone out of her way to smile and wink at him. He had been flattered. Hannah hadn’t been impressed. She jealously guarded her relationship with Tom and was quick to take offense if other women were too friendly. She put down her purse.
“OK, on two condition.”
“Great.”
“You don’t know want I’m going to say.”
“I’ll take my chances.”
“First condition is I lock you in the chastity cage.”
OK, he wouldn’t be able to fuck the girl at the cafe, but then he had no desire to make love to anyone other than Hannah.
“Second condition is that these will stay in your mouth until we return.”
With that Hannah went to fetch the satin panties that she had worn the night before. She held them between her fingertips in front of Tom’s face.
“But I won’t be able to talk.”
“You wait until we get back to tell me how much you love me,” Hannah said with her sweet provocative smile.
“But what if we run into friends?
“It your choice. Cafe with my knickers, or I’ll leave you locked inside my apartment.”
Fuck she was sexy when she was in this mood. Determined, mean and bitchy, it was a combination Tom couldn’t resist. Especially when every now and again her act failed and a cute smiled crept over her face, or better still, when she couldn’t hide her arousal.
Tom unbuttoned himself and positioned the cock ring and cage and held them in place waiting for the denim clad brunette to lock him up. Hannah secured the two piece of steel together with the padlock and then theatrically dropped the key into the back of her knickers.
“Are you sure it won’t fall out?”
“No.”
“You have a spare?”
“No.”
“So if it does fall out?”
Hannah put her arms around him, kissed him and whispered into his ear.
“You’re fucked, honey.”
They laughed, Tom a little nervously.
Tom then opened his mouth and let Hannah stuff her dirty underwear inside. He closed his mouth and used his tongue to position it so that no one would notice.
“And your mouth stays closed until we return, understood.”
Tom looked pleadingly and Hannah couldn’t help but smile back. She then pulled a small Allen key from her jeans pocket and used it to unscrew the shackle from his nose.
They left the flat and walked the five minutes to the cafe. As they walked, Tom’s hand slipped from Hannah’s waist down to her butt and he gave her a playful slap.
“You’re brave.”
Tom pinched her.
“Very brave!”
The same serving girl was on duty and smiled to Tom as they entered. She looked disappointed when Tom barely acknowledged her.
“Much better, sweetheart, it’s amazing what a pair of panties can do.”
The mix of danger and dominance brought on by being gagged in public was really turning Tom on. A feeling only heightened as he watched Hannah’s denim clad butt standing at the counter. He pulled out his phone and texted Hannah ‘Nice butt!”
He watched as she pulled her mobile from her back pocket and read the text. Tom then watched as Hannah pretended to stand with her hands on her hips, but instead slid her hands down so that they were massaging her own butt. The serving girl kept looking over at Tom, but his eyes stayed firmed glued to Hannah.
Hannah sipped her coffee as they walked back, something Tom couldn’t do. It didn’t matter, when they got home, Tom would get coffee and more, much more.
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Chapter 11
Panties, role playing and the blonde hostess
It was Friday night and Tom was in the elevator on his way up to their apartment. It had been a hard week at work with difficult negotiations with banks and investors and he desperately needed to wind down. In the past that would have meant a bottle of wine and then on to the spirits, but not anymore. He knew that Hannah had something planned for them and that she would soon take him to a whole new world of fantasy and escapism, unattainable through alcohol.
Hannah was constantly thinking up new games and ways to explore their shared passion. She had recently introduced a new game that had made Tom more focused than usual on his girlfriend’s underwear.
It had started a few weeks back, after they had made love together. Hannah had been picking up her clothes, which as usual had ended up all over the bedroom, when on a whim she decided to put her dirty knickers over Tom’s head.
The elastic material had clung to his face and moulded itself around his features. Hannah had run her fingers over them, exploring how the material clung to every chiselled contour. She had felt herself becoming more and more aroused and had ordered Tom to leave them on his head until the morning. Amazingly, he did.
When Tom had awoken the next morning, the world st
ill looked dark and blurry through the black silk material. Hannah was cuddling him and he kissed her on the lips. She kissed back, even though she was actually kissing her own underwear.
“You OK in there?” she asked, surprised as ever by her power over him.
“I always did want to get into your panties,” Tom joked.
“Well now you really have.”
“Permission to remove them?”
“No.”
She had hugged him more tightly and shook her head. It was just another secret that they shared, one that no-one else would ever know. A successful guy, an attractive, slightly shy woman, a social couple. But no-one would ever understand the real magic in their relationship.
While Hannah would only choose to play this particular game once or twice a week, timing was completely at her discretion. Every day Tom would admire her outfit and wonder what was underneath and what that might feel, smell and taste like. Every night after they had made love and just before they turned out the light, Tom knew that his world might become filtered through the brunette’s used underwear, still warm as the elastic pulled tight over his face.
Not that Tom minded at all, and he had on occasion he had felt a little disappointed when she placed all her clothes in the washing basket instead. The underwear felt nice on his face, her beautiful scent giving him a permanent reminder as he drifted to asleep. It also felt nice to be claimed, to be wanted by someone so beautiful.
Hannah loved Tom’s obedience, knowing that once positioned, he would never remove them until morning. She would look at him as he lay next to her and see a physical demonstration of his complete trust and commitment to her. Added to that, the anticipation of what she might do with her panties when she returned home from work, aroused and distracted her throughout the day. In private, she would rub her hands over her butt and imagine his fate.
Some mornings Hannah would stand in front of the full length mirror teasing Tom while trying on different underwear. Tom would watch with interest and amusement. ‘Do you think you’ll be able to breathe in these, sweetheart?’ Or, ‘would you prefer cotton or silk tonight, honey?’ She also enjoyed sending him regular updates throughout the day and sometimes even photos of the garment in question.
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