Hannah

by Andrea Jordan

  “You didn’t have to do that,” Tom said, his plan to distract her and get the keys having failed.

  “You’ve got your hair clip, now get to work.” she purred, stepping into the shower.

  Hannah stood in the shower debating whether or not she should share her next idea with Tom. It was a bit extreme, but the thought of doing it really excited her. So far Tom had played along with her suggestion, so maybe it would work.

  Hannah towelled dry and then, to maximise her chances of success, dressed in the short yellow dress that she knew Tom liked. She returned to the bed and sat astride Tom’s waist.

  “I was just wondering,” Hannah said as she played absentmindedly with the cuff that was locked to the bed, “.... whether you wanted to try something else...... maybe try a safe?”

  Tom laughed out loud with surprise. “What? Well, I’m not sure. Anyway I wouldn’t fit.”

  “You’d fit in the one at the advertising agency where I tempt. It’s Sunday so we’d have it all to ourselves,” Hannah replied hesitantly, although now wishing that she hadn’t said anything.

  Tom thought of what to say next. So far Hannah’s crazy ideas had been fun, but surely this was too extreme. Also was it dangerous? Would he be able to breathe? What if the safe wouldn’t open again? What it Hannah chose not to let him out.

  At that moment, Hannah slid further up his body, until she was sitting astride his chest. Tom’s attention quickly moved from the risks of her latest idea and back to her sexy legs and that yellow dress. Tom tried to kiss her legs, but Hannah kept them tantalisingly just of reach.

  “What about we just go and look, I won’t close the door unless you tell me.”

  Still fixated by the dress, Tom just nodded without really thinking.

  While still sitting on top of him, Hannah unlocked the cuff from around Tom’s wrist. Finally seeing his chance for freedom, Tom quickly pushed her over on to the bed and lay on top of her. It was amazing how different and less threatening she looked on the rare occasions when she didn’t have him chained up.

  Hannah led Tom on the twenty minute walk to her work. They walked through the unmanned reception, took the lift to the fifth floor and then opened the door with her pass card. As promised, there was a large safe that the agency used to store original designs, although for whatever reason it was currently empty.

  Hannah took the key from her boss’s office and turned it in the lock. She then typed in a code, which with hindsight Tom wished he had watched, and then pulled open the heavy door. Inside was a space 3 foot by 3 foot and 4 foot high. As Hannah had promised it was easily big enough to accommodate him.

  “OK, just sit inside and see what it feels like,” Hannah said, with her ankles crossed and nervously slipping one high heeled shoe on and off.

  Tom opened the door a little wider and then carefully climbed in and sat down with his knees drawn up in front of him. He looked around at three sides of solid steel and one side of Hannah fidgeting in her yellow dress.

  “Well it has a great view of your legs,” he smiled as she reached out to touch.

  “Not now,” Hannah slapped his hand away, “I want to know what you think.”

  “I’m not sure, it’s a bit scary.”

  “What if I close the door a bit, I promise I won’t lock it.”

  “Umm, well..... OK.”

  Hannah stepped back and slowly pushed the door until there was only an inch of light between the frame of the safe and the door. Tom reached out a hand to steady it and to make sure that she didn’t close it all the way by accident. Hannah crouched down and looked through the gap where the interior was still lid by a small bulb.

  “OK,” Tom said slightly nervously, that’s far enough.

  “See you have plenty of room.”

  “It’s not the space I’m worried about, it’s the fact that I’d be completely helpless.”

  “I’ve had you helplessly locked up before.”

  “I know, but this is somehow more helpless.”

  Hannah stood up and looked at the almost closed safe. She was so turned on by the thought of locking him in and was desperate to hear the mechanism click closed. She had already decided that she would sit on top of the safe and masturbate, but all that was academic if he wouldn’t let her lock him in.

  Hannah was standing only inches from the door, a quick flick of her hips would be enough to push it closed. Oh she was so tempted, but even Hannah knew that wouldn’t be fair. She would have to take the other approach. She pulled open the door and stood in front of the safe with her legs apart and her hands on her hips.

  “Kiss my foot,” she ordered, her sexual energy overcoming all her nerves.

  Tom smiled and duly compiled and then worked his way up her legs as directed. By the time he kissed her inner thigh, his head was inside the yellow dress and the dress was working its spell on Tom. Hannah knew the moment was right.

  “Are you ready for me to lock you in the safe?”

  Hannah had to squeeze her thighs together, squashing his head, to get his attention, but Tom clearly said yes.

  “Inside,” she ordered.

  “OK.”

  “Right, I’m going to lock you in.”

  Completely aroused, Tom complied, his eyes still on her body. Hannah pushed the safe door to and checked to make sure Tom wasn’t protesting. She only waited a couple of seconds, but to her that was enough. She stood next to the safe and with a flick of her hips, pushed against the door with enough force to lock it.

  Hannah’s mouth was dry as she pulled off her knickers, threw then to the floor and then jumped up and sat down on top of the safe. Her first touch made her cry out loud. She startled herself, but soon realised that no one could hear. The office was empty and Tom was behind three inches of steel.

  Tom sat inside in the dark, unaware of the girl touching herself above him. He couldn’t hear or see anything; to him the world had stopped. But to his surprise he wasn’t freaking out. All thoughts had left him, he couldn’t even picture where he lived or anything else from the real world. The only image filling his mind was Hannah, her voice, her laugh, her figure, her cute face, her legs and the yellow dress. Time was standing still.

  What neither of them knew was that Hannah’s boss had just walked past reception and was making her way up in the lift. Within less than a minute she would be with them.

  ***

  Chapter 6

  She sits, he’s caged

  The lift doors opened and Emma walked out into the office that she had run for the past three year. She was about to turn 35 and was a total career girl. She was dressed in blue jeans and a tight bright pink top, her long black hair up in a pony tail.

  She saw Hannah sitting on top of the safe.

  “Hi Hannah. What are you doing in today?”

  Hannah quickly crossed her legs and pulled down her skirt, hoping desperately that her boss hadn’t noticed that she was naked underneath.

  “Err.... just waiting for a friend to call and umm... going for a drink in town,” she muttered nervously.

  Emma didn’t seem to notice anything was wrong as she walked into her office and started rummaging through papers on her desk.

  “Have you seen my locker key, I need to change into my running kit.... it was attached to the safe key I think.”

  The key ring that her boss was looking for was on the floor in front of the safe where Hannah had dropped it in her hurry to touch herself. Hannah quickly jumped down off the safe and was about to grab the keys when she saw her underwear also lying in plain view on the floor. In a split second decision, Hannah first grabbed her panties and only then grabbed the keys, however by this time Emma was already coming out of her office.

  “I really should take better care of these!” Emma said as she took the keys from Hannah’s hand and stuffed them into the front pocket of her jeans.

  Hannah was in shock. Tom was locked inside the safe and her bitch of a boss had just walked off with the only keys. She’d only
been Tom’s girlfriend for a matters of days and now she was about to be responsible for his slow and painful death. Hannah watched with panic as Emma walked into the lift and the doors closed behind her.

  “Oh my god, that bitch has taken the keys!” Hannah cried, as she ran over to the lifts and back over to the safe still holding her underwear in her hand.

  She typed in the code and pulled at the handle, maybe she hadn’t actually turned the key. What was she thinking? Of course she had. She remembered the pulse of excitement that she had felt when she had heard the mechanism click over.

  She pulled as hard as she could at the door until she noticed that she was shaking. She stopped pulling and wiped away a couple of tears from her cheek. What had she done? Why had she had this to Tom, it was a stupid idea. How could she get him out?

  Hannah realised that she was still holding her panties in her hand and threw them down and kicked them across the floor in frustration. Although after a few moments she calmed down, picked them up and slid them up over her sim legs.

  She looked down at her tarty yellow dress, wishing that she was wearing something less conspicuous. She tried in vain to pull it further down her legs as she sat down on the nearest chair and kicked the floor in frustration.

  Maybe she could catch up with Emma and discretely take the keys from her pocket? Fat chance. Even if she had to confess to her secret she would. But either way it was hopeless, she had no idea where that workaholic, fitness freak bitch would be.

  Hannah was pathetically kicking the heavy safe when the lift doors opened and Emma walked back into the office having changed into running shorts and t-shirt. She walked straight into her office and dumped a pile of clothes on her desk.

  “See you tomorrow sweetie,” she called to Hannah as she walked back out to the lifts.

  Hannah was still shaking as she ran into Emma’s office, grabbed her jeans and started to look through her pockets.

  “Yes!” she exclaimed as she grabbed the keys and ran back to the safe.

  Hannah was about to unlock the safe when she paused to wipe some more tears from her eyes. She must look terrible, Tom couldn’t see her like this. Picking up the keys, which from now on were not going to leave her side, she walked to the bathrooms.

  She splashed water over her face and started to fix up her makeup that had started to run. She brushed her hair and straightened her dress. She didn’t want to leave Tom locked up any longer than she had to, but she had to calm herself down. She stood in front of the mirror looking at her reflection and taking deep breaths.

  Only once she was ready, did she kneel down by the safe and inserted the key. She typed in the number and pulled open the heavy door.

  “Hi prisoner,” she said trying to look as relaxed as she could.

  “You took your time,” Tom replied.

  Time inside the safe had been a strange mix of terror and excitement. As long as he focused on his sexy dominatrix it was exciting, if his mind wondered on to the practicalities of his vulnerable predicament, it was terrifying.

  “I’m sorry,” Hannah was starting to well up.

  “Hey, what’s wrong?”

  “My boss came.... took the key, I almost .....”

  Tom was confused, he hadn’t heard anything inside the steel box. He put his arms around her, took his handkerchief and wiped her eyes and brushed her brown hair back over her shoulders. He found her current vulnerability strangely attractive, and for some reason the idea that Hannah had almost lost the key seemed to be turning him on. If Hannah had been up for it, he would have gladly climbed back into the safe and let her lock him in again.

  “I don’t care, that was amazing, you look so sexy,” he whispered.

  “I’m sorry, anything could have happened, I won’t do anything like that to you again.”

  “I forgive you,” he smiled as he looked longingly into the safe.

  But Hannah couldn’t bring herself to even look him in the eye and instead focused on fiddling with the leather bangles on her wrist.

  Tom took Hannah to a nearby restaurant and from there they took in a movie. She couldn’t understand why he was being so nice to her, she’d almost let him suffocate in a safe, while the slut that she was, sat on top touching herself. He’d trusted her and she’d let him down. Was he just letting her calm down before dumping her?

  Tom kept glancing at her in the cinema, her legs and arms were crossed and she was staring intently at the screen. Having this cute brunette as a dominatrix was certainly exciting and unpredictable. Letting someone so cute and innocent have so much power over him. These experiences would make a great story one day, not that he would ever share them with anyone.

  It was Friday evening and Hannah was at Tom flat where he was cooked dinner. He was please to see that Hannah was back to her smiley, sexy self. She was sitting at his dining table in a short blue summer dress. Her long brown hair was in a ponytail and her playful look was returning to her eyes. She sat totally upright as always, with her ankles neatly crossed under the table and watched with almost nervous excitement as Tom carried the main course to the table.

  “Why are you being so nice to me?” she asked, still feeling bad about the incident with the safe.

  Nice? All he had done was to cook her dinner. The reality was that right then he’d willingly do anything for this cute woman, but she was too modest to ever realise it. They started to eat.

  “What?” Tom asked as he saw a half smiled cross Hannah’s face.

  Hannah shrugged.

  “What’s so funny?”

  “It seems strange sitting here eating dinner like normal boring people.”

  “By boring, do you mean with me being free of any of restraints?” he asked.

  “Yes, maybe you should be wearing at least something?”

  Tom stood up and retrieved his latest purchase from his bedroom. It was a round cage that locked around the head. It was made of thick steel bars at close centres and could be locked in place on the side with an Allen key.

  Hannah’s big eyes seemed ever bigger and she was already on her feet with excitement. She walked around the table and within seconds had taken the heavy steel cage from him.

  “Wow, can we try?”

  “You realise that you won’t be able to kiss me once I’m inside this?” he asked.

  Without letting go of the cage, Hannah kissed him on the lips, only stopping when she had to draw breath.

  “I’m already glad I bought it,” Tom smiled.

  Hannah was giggling like a school girl as she opened the cage and gently manoeuvred into position around Tom’s head. She slowly closed it up, making sure that she didn’t catch any skin between the thick steel bars. Once closed there was very little space between the bars and Tom’s head and only enough room to push a few fingers around the neck line.

  “Where’s the key to lock it up?” Hannah asked eagerly.

  “Hannah, we’re still eating.”

  “So?”

  Tom could see the excitement in her sexy eyes and couldn’t bring himself to disappoint her and so handed over the only Allen key. He watched as Hannah inserted the key and turned it as fast as she could and then used all of her force to tighten it as hard as she could.

  “Hannah, that should do!” If she damaged the key he really would be in trouble.

  “It looks great on you!” she exclaimed.

  “I’m glad you like it.”

  “Oh and look, there’s a place for a padlock.”

  With the key still in her hand, Hannah skipped out of his flat and returned with one of the large padlocks that she’d used to secure the trunk. She slid it in place on the head cage and locked it, the click sounding ominously loud in his ear.

  “That’s typical of you Hannah, why settle for high security when you can have ultra high security.”

  “Oh stop complaining, you weren’t getting out anyway.” Hannah purred as she kissed the bar of the cage nearest to his mouth.

  They sat back down and
Tom watched the smiling brunette through the bars of his cage. He picked up his wine and tried to drink, but only succeeded in pouring red wine down the front of his shirt. Hannah had another fit of giggles.

  “I told you we should wait until after dinner.”

  “Too late now,” she almost sang.

  “Can I have the keys?”

  Hannah was staring intently into his eyes as she shook her head. Under the table she was rubbing herself with the Allen key and was so turned on that she had to try hard not to moan. She had her sexy guy locked up and there was no way that he was getting out. It was a lovely feeling.

  She walked over to the kitchen and looked through the drawers until she found a straw which she helpfully stuck in what was left of his wine. She then unbuttoned and removed Tom’s shirt and couldn’t resist massaging his nipples with her lips and tongue. Tom was also now on a high and just closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling.

  After dinner they were clearing the table when Hannah grabbed one of the bars on the front of the head cage and led him over to the kitchen cupboards and then pulled his head down to the floor.

  “I’ve found another use for you as a step to reach your ridiculously high cupboards.”

  Tom played along and lay down on his back as Hannah kicked off her black heels. He then watched as she carefully placed one foot and then the other on to the front of the cage, so that her bare feet were almost touching his face. He tried to sit up, but he had no chance with the whole of the woman’s weight pressing down on the cage.

  “I can reach!” she cried as she held on to the cupboard handle and did a little dance on the cage.

  “Good for you! Whereas I’ve got your smelly feet in my face.”

  “Smelly!” Hannah pretended to be insulted.

  She pushed her toes through the bars and used them to tickle his face, although inadvertently one of her toenail caught him on the cheek and drew blood.

  Once Hannah had finished carving up his face with her toenails, she stepped off and held one of the bars and pulled him towards the sofa. As instructed he lay down on the sofa on his back, knowing full well what was coming next.