Hannah

by Andrea Jordan

  Tom had joking offered to but her some g-strings, which would have both revealed much more of her butt and have been less all encompassing around his face. After a playful smack on his hand, she had countered by threatening to buy even tighter underwear in future.

  The elevator doors opened and Tom’s thoughts returned to what she might have planned for him this particular Friday evening. Wearing his suit without a tie and his shirt undone a couple of buttons, he walked through the front door and stopped and stared.

  It was Hannah, but he had to look twice to make sure. She was standing in the middle of the open plan living area dressed as an air hostess. She was wearing a long blonde wig, which hung down over her shoulders and her makeup was much heavier than usual, particularly around her big brown eyes.

  Hannah stood in front of him, one hand on her hip as he studied her outfit. She was wearing a red skirt suit with gold insignia over a white blouse. The jacket was buttoned halfway up and was tightly pleated around her waist. The skirt was mid thigh length with a slit halfway up the back. It was tight, and curved over and around her butt. She wore stockings and black suede heels. The outfit was finished off with a small red hat with the same gold insignia.

  “Good evening sir, welcome aboard,” Hannah said in a slight accent.

  Tom was still staring. She was even wearing different perfume.

  “Wow, it really doesn’t look like you.”

  “I’m sorry sir?”

  Hannah had positioned chairs in a row to recreate an aeroplane. She showed Tom to a chair that they had recent bought at an art market. It was like a regular dining chair, but made from curved pieces of wrought iron. It was incredibly heavy, something Tom knew well after having carried it home from the market.

  “Can I get you a drink, sir?”

  “A beer would be great.”

  Tom watched Hannah walk to the fridge, it really was a tight skirt. This was his kind of role play, beer and a sexy outfit, although he knew that Hannah wouldn’t be this accommodating for long. He watched as she turned and a mischievous smile crossed her face. Hannah then returned without his beer, but with plastic zip ties in her hand.

  “I’m sorry sir, but we’ve had a complaint about your behaviour,”

  “How did I know?”

  “And under flight regulations I’m afraid I will have to restrain you for the remainder of the flight.”

  It was as if the words were being spoken by a stranger. The play acting, the voice, the hair and the outfit all seemed very real.

  “I’ll have to ask you to put your hands on your arm rests sir.”

  Tom looked up and smiled, but the serious look on Hannah’s face soon made him stop. This was Hannah wasn’t it?

  “I hope you’re not going to resist.”

  “Resist?”

  Resisting any order from Hannah was near impossible for Tom. He positioned his arms as instructed and watched as she tightened the plastic straps around his wrists and the metal frame of the chair.

  “That’s quite tight.”

  That was the wrong thing to say, as Hannah then tightened them further. And as she did so, she couldn’t help but smile. She then crouched down carefully because of the tight skirt, and used two more zip ties to secure his ankles to the chair legs. Within seconds Tom was helpless.

  “Sorry sir, let me get your beer.”

  Hannah curtseyed slightly, turned and walked back to the fridge. She returned and placed the beer bottle in Tom’s restrained hand.

  “Very amusing, ... ‘blonde Hannah’!”

  Hannah giggled, dropping her act for a moment. She then sat down on his lap, turned her head and kissed Tom. Wow. She always found that the more she restrained him, the more passionate his kisses. She assumed that was simply because under such circumstances it was even more important for him to please her.

  “I don’t think the airline would approve,” he smiled kissing back.

  Hannah ignored him and positioned a stool in front of Tom’s chair and sat down facing him.

  “Crew please be seated for landing,” she giggled.

  She looked down at Tom from her much higher stool, crossed her legs and ran her tongue around her lips. Her boring week at work was now completely forgotten, as she completely immersed herself in yet another fantasy with her fantastic guy.

  Tom could feel the pressure build inside the chastity cage. Shit, how he wanted to take her right there and then. He really struggled against the zip ties and watched as Hannah unsuccessfully tried to hide her arousal.

  Hannah uncrossed her legs and opened them as far as the skirt would allow. She watched him carefully, a teasing look in her eyes. Tom was strong, and right then was using all of his strength against the zip cuffs. He knew that if he could break free, then she was his. He would pick up the blonde air hostess, carry her into the bedroom and do whatever he wanted with her. He knew from experience that she would love whatever he did.

  Hannah continued to watch him struggle. She had Googled how much force was required to break the zip ties and so knew that he hadn’t a hope. She pulled her skirt halfway up her thighs and opened her legs a little wider.

  “A little stuck are we sir?”

  “I can do this!”

  “No you can’t,” she shook her blonde head.

  “Sweetheart?”

  “No, but please keep trying, you know how I love watching you struggle to get free, especially when we both know it’s impossible.”

  Hannah eventually stood and pulled her skirt back down. She carefully tilted Tom’s chair backwards and lowered it on to the floor. Hannah then walked back and forth, her heels only an inch from where Tom’s head rested.

  “Red panties as well, you really are a company girl,” he observed, having good reason to pay attention the blonde’s underwear.

  Hannah looked down at his strong, restrained body, his eyes were following her every movement, his lips slightly apart with anticipation. The urge to pull up her skirt and kneel down over his mouth was almost too much to resist. It reminded her of some of the things she did when she was younger.

  She would often take a soft toy, or even an old doll, and tie its hands and feet together with a ribbon or belt or whatever she had to hand. Then, wearing her briefest underwear and with her pretend victim lying on her bed, she’d sit on top of it, her legs open, her victims head just sticking out between her thighs. With one hand, she’d pull its head into her crotch and massage it from side to side. Her old teddy bear’s face was now very worn, although no one, not even Tom knew why. She hoped Tom’s face wouldn’t go the same way as her bear’s!

  Once finished, she would stay sitting on her prey, talking to it, pretending that beneath her was the man of her dreams. She’d brush her long hair, continually looking down between her legs at the helpless toy. Now her toy was real and it really was the man of her dreams.

  “Hannah?”

  Tom could tell that her mind was wondering. She stopped walking and knelt down by his head, again careful of her tight skirt. She could feel the cheap polyester of the uniform sliding against her silk underwear. It felt nice and she moved her hips from side to side to feel it again. Would she use that on him tonight? Possibly.

  She saw that Tom was still holding his beer and amazingly hadn’t spilt a drop, even when she’d tipped him backwards on to the floor. She took the bottle from Tom’s hand and slowly poured a little into his open mouth. He automatically smiled. What was it with guys and beer? She poured some more, but a little too quickly and he coughed.

  “Oh I’m sorry.”

  He coughed again and went slightly red in the face, but soon recovered and opened his mouth for more.

  “It’s good to see that blonde Hannah is so considerate.”

  “Don’t speak too soon!”

  “I guess it’s all relative, it’s just that brunette Hannah can be a right sadistic bitch.”

  Hannah reacted instinctively with a slight intake of breathe. Damn! She knew Tom was just teasing he
r. And now he was smiling. Shit.

  “Careful mister, look where you are and where I am.”

  “Yes?”

  “If I don’t release you, how long will you stay tied to that chair?”

  “I’m cool.”

  “How long?”

  Tom thought about the question for a moment and then struggled again against his bonds, she was right, he was helpless.

  “I could leave you tied to the chair all weekend!”

  “I could call for help.”

  “And I could gag you... you know what with.”

  They both loved these conversations and they watched each other intently for a few moments. Hannah then blinked and stood back up with one foot either side of his head.

  “I know that brunette Hannah would never agree to this, but could you unlock the chastity cage?”

  “And you think I will?”

  She looked down at him. Which way would she play it? She pulled down his boxers.

  “This outfit really works for you, doesn’t it?”

  Hannah walked over to her handbag and picked up her key ring, which these days held over twenty keys. She jangled them like a medieval jailer above him. She then crouched down so that her butt rested gently on his face and unlocked the steel cage.

  “Don’t get used to this treatment, brunette Hannah will be back soon.”

  Seeing an opportunity for a little fun, Tom used his head to nudge Hannah’s hips, which made her lose her balance and she had to use her hands to stop herself falling over. She stood up and placed one shoe next to his now unprotected balls.

  “Please no!”

  “Don’t worry, I have a better plan. A return trip in the cargo hold.”

  Tom looked confused as Hannah walked into their bedroom and out of sight. Once there, she couldn’t resist the chance to touch her butt in the tight shiny skirt. When she finally returned, she wheeled behind her a very large suitcase. She laid it down next to him and started to unzip.

  “Borrowed it from Kate, what do you think?”

  “You’ll never fit the chair in.”

  “I’m going to release you from that, you fool!”

  “Then I might run away.”

  “And miss out on the delights of being locked inside a suitcase by blonde Hannah? Who’s very considerate by all accounts.”

  Hannah took some scissors and effortlessly released Tom from the zip ties. She then undressed him and down to his boxers ran her hands over his body. Shit, she didn’t want to wait too much longer. Tom could see that look in her eyes and ran his fingers up the inside of her skirt. Hannah moaned with pleasure, almost passing the point of no return, but pulled away just in time.

  Following directions, Tom squeezed into the suitcase and Hannah folded the lid over on top of him. This was already turning her on and she hadn’t even zipped him up yet. She knelt on the lid as she started to pull the zips closed with Tom inside.

  “Aha, you’re all done up!”

  However the two zips just happened to be by Tom’s hands and using his finger tips, he started to pull one open.

  “Hey, stop it!”

  “Brunette Hannah would never make that kind of mistake.”

  “Right I’m going to padlock you in.”

  Tom could hear Hannah run to the bedroom. He could have unzipped himself, but being padlocked inside seemed like more fun. He heard her heels clip back and saw the zip slide shut again. A second later he heard a little click.

  “Try and get out of that, Houdini,” she breathed as she stood back up to watch.

  Tom tried the zips again. He pulled one, but the other zip moved with it. He then pulled one zip one way and the other zip the other way. Nothing. He was hit by the usual shiver of excitement.

  Hannah pulled the keys from the small padlock and let them drop to the floor. She carefully sat down on one end of the suitcase, on top of where his head would be, and put her legs out in front of her across the lid.

  “That’s a bit mean of blonde Hannah, isn’t it?” she giggled as she wriggled herself above him.

  Tom tried to push her off balance, but with almost no room for him to move, Hannah sat there easily able to ride his limited efforts. She stayed sitting on top of him until he was exhausted and lay motionless beneath her. With her man beaten down, she jumped up, there was only one more thing she wanted to do before she let him go free.

  She kicked off her high heels and after a struggle managed to lift the suitcase up on to its end and started to pull it across the room.

  “Hey where are we going?”

  “The cargo hold of the next flight back!”

  “What?”

  Hannah put on her running shoes and dragged the suitcase out of the apartment, along the corridor and into the lift. Once they arrived in the basement, she wheeled the case over to their walk in storage locker. She unlocked the barred door and wheeled him inside. She positioned the case between their own suitcases and threw an old sheet over all three items of luggage. She then sat down on Tom’s case and described to Tom his predicament.

  “That bitch, blonde Hannah, is going to leave you here.”

  Tom was breathing hard with anticipation. Hannah was trembling with excitement and couldn’t keep her hands off her own legs. Fortunately there was no one who could see her.

  “But luckily for you, brunette Hannah may let you out at the other end. Assuming of course blonde Hannah doesn’t take the keys to the suitcase with her...”

  Tom cried out in pleasure. Hannah smiled, she more than felt the same way.

  “Will brunette Hannah wear the red skirt?”

  “From time to time,” she smiled.

  Unable to control herself any longer, Hannah left the locker, padlocking it as she went. As quickly as possible in the tight skirt, Hannah ran back to the apartment and stripped off the uniform. She would have a head start tonight, but Tom wouldn’t be far behind.

  Back in the locker it was dark and silent, the air was cool, although the temperature inside the suitcase was rising. Tom felt for the zip and managed to push one finger through to the outside. He felt the small luggage padlock. He tried to pull it open, he would love to see the look on Hannah’s face if he could get out. Although five minutes later he had given up. He would still be inside the suitcase when she returned. He really hoped that she wouldn’t keep him waiting for long.

  Only ten minutes later, a slim brunette in white cotton shorts and fitted pink t-shirt casually walked into the basement. A bunch of keys in her hand, a smile on her face.

  ***

  Chapter 12

  Proposing in the rain

  It was Saturday morning and already 10am. They had been at a friend’s house until past midnight and hadn’t got to sleep until gone two in the morning. Tom was still tired and slightly hung over, but this would hopefully be a very big day.

  As he started to focus, he checked to make sure that he was free of chastity cage, panties and anything else that Hannah might have used on him. For once he was unrestrained. He looked at Hannah who was cuddling up against his chest with her long brown hair sprayed out in almost 360 degrees around her head.

  He kissed her, eased out of her embrace and got up to get some water. By the time he returned, Hannah was kneeling on the bed, completely naked, with her big brown eyes watching him.

  “What shall we do today?”

  “It’s a secret,” Tom replied as he bent over to kiss her.

  “Tell me!”

  Hannah pulled him on to the bed and sat astride his chest, she would keep him pinned here until she had an answer. She ran her hands over his chest, feeling the muscles.

  “You’ll find out soon enough, sweetheart.”

  “Tell me!”

  Tom rolled Hannah off, took her by the hand and led her in the shower and turned on the hot water. When they were done, he carried her out of the shower, with her legs wrapped around him, and deposited the cute brunette on the bed. He then opened Hannah’s wardrobe and lay his favourite ye
llow dress on the bed next to her. She had worn that dress the first time she had offered to be a dominatrix, the memory of which was still very clear in Tom’s mind. She had also worn the dress on other occasions where she had wanted to be at her most persuasive, such as when she’d locked him in a safe.

  Without stopping for breakfast or even coffee, Tom took Hannah by the hand and led her down to the underground parking garage.

  “Let’s take my car, I’ll drive.” Hannah said.

  The very thought of Hannah’s car with its built in smother box turned Tom on and he was already getting hard simply from her suggestion. They would take her car, but Tom would drive for now. He sat in the driver’s seat, with the hole beneath him that was usually filled with his head, now filled with a cushion. Tom started the car and drove out of the garage and then out of the city.

  He looked across at his girlfriend. Her initial excitement of dressing up and Tom taking her somewhere as a surprise was now tempered by the fact that he was driving. She sat on the ‘regular’ passenger seat, wishing that she he was underneath her, kissing her, massaging her, making it almost impossible for her to drive. Maybe he was starting to lose interest in that, maybe he was starting to lose interest in her. She hadn’t locked him in chastity before they left and he hadn’t even reminded her. She crossed her legs and arms and looked silently out of the window. Maybe she was crazy to think that he’d like her and her games forever.

  Half an hour later they arrived at a restaurant perched on the side of a hill, overlooking the coastline. The waitress smiled at Tom as they walked in, but then that wasn’t unusual. The waitress led them to a private room furthest from the bar, showed them inside and then closed the door behind them.

  Hannah walked over to the balcony and looked down over the steep cliff edge to the water beneath. She was about to speak when she turned around and saw Tom on one knee in front of her.