Hannah

by Andrea Jordan

  “How do I look?” Hannah asked uncertainly.

  Tom was still in sensory overload.

  “Do you like it? I thought you might like something different?”

  Tom smiled. She may have lost her initial striking dominance but shit she was hot.

  “You look great.”

  She beamed.

  Hannah cracked the whip again and again Tom jumped. It was amazing how tight leather and a whip could add to her already overpowering position.

  “Return the keys and follow me... or else....”

  Hannah cracked the whip once more, almost catching Tom’s foot, before swaying her hips and walking away. Tom pushed himself off the wall and followed almost trance like, fixated on her leather outfit.

  Tom knelt in front of her and studied her new outfit. She was holding the heavy metal collar which she slowly and carefully positioned around his neck. Tom smiled as she struggled to retrieve the key for the collar which she had pushed up between her butt and the tight leather teddy. One finger, two fingers, a little wriggling of her hips and the key was finally free and fell to the floor.

  She locked the collar, but thought twice about tucking the key back in her teddy and instead left it on the kitchen worktop.

  “How does it feel?” she asked.

  “Heavy.”

  “That’s not all you’ll feel.”

  “You love me, you won’t hurt me,” Tom smiled warily.

  “You’ve a lot to learn,” she whispered shaking her head.

  Now Tom wasn’t so sure.

  Hannah turned the dial to ‘one’ and pressed the button on the remote control.

  “Ouch!”

  “It goes much higher than that.”

  Hannah’s face once again conveyed totally confidence. Once she was turned on, Tom lost all control. All he could do was enjoy the ride.

  Hannah turned the dial to ‘three’ and then pushed the remote control up between her butt and the leather teddy. She then crossed her arms and leaned casually against the wall. The weight of her butt through the leather pushed the button and started the electric shock.

  “Arr!”

  Hannah watched him, pretending not to care, even though the pleading look in his beautiful eyes was driving her crazy.

  “Hannah!”

  Tom leant forward, lost balance and was now lying on the floor between her feet. The electric shock from the collar had started as a discomfort, but was now starting to ache. He rolled on to his side and look up from where he lay between her boots.

  “Please!”

  Hannah stood up from the wall, thereby disengaging the button. As she walked around his prostrate body, his sexy eyes followed her every move. She was desperate to strip off and let Tom do what he did so well, not that it would have taken much to bring her to orgasm right then. But she wanted to keep up the act of the cruel, heartless mistress for a few minutes longer. She had to do justice to her outfit.

  She cracked the whip again, missing his body by a fraction. Tom was watching the whip now. She smiled, but he need not have worried. There was no way she was going to scar his perfect body with a long red wound that would take weeks to heal.

  Hannah took the remote and turned the dial to five. She crouched down above his head so that he was framed between her thighs. His eyes were watching her intently, it was a lovely feeling. She pressed the button. He closed his eyes as he cried out in pain, but when they reopened, their intensity was even stronger. She pressed again. The atmosphere was electric, literally, they focused on nothing else but each other.

  Hannah turned the dial to ten and held it out for Tom to see.

  “Are you ready for full power?”

  While ‘five’ gave quite a shock, it was mainly the anticipation and the unknown timing that was driving him crazy. However they knew from reading the instructions that ‘ten’ was more serious and could make him pass out. But right then, and at Hannah’s hand, he couldn’t wait to feel the pain.

  “Kiss my boots!”

  Tom didn’t hesitate. He looked up at her from the corner of his eyes. Shit she was fantastic, whatever she did to him would be great.

  Hannah rested one heel on his bare chest.

  “OK, get ready.”

  He loved the fact that there was nothing he could do to stop her. Hannah walked around, gently pushing her heels into various part of his naked body. She was in no rush, until finally she let her cute smile return to her face.

  “Maybe another time...”

  She smiled, put down the remote and lay down next to him. She rested his head on her leg and then lower the other until she had his head squeezed between her thighs. She stroked his dark hair.

  “You didn’t think I’d do that to you, did you?”

  The leather smelt strong as Tom tried to turn his head so that he could see her better.

  “You can’t get out,” Hannah giggled as she squeezed more tightly.

  “Is that a challenge?”

  “If you like.”

  A determined look came over Hannah’s face as she prepared to prevent any escape attempts. But with arms behind his back that were already sore from the cuffs Tom had no chance and after a few half attempts he just lay there looking up at his captor.

  “I win!” she smiled

  She released her vicelike hold, rolled him on to his front and unlocked both sets of cuffs. She then unlocked the chastity cage with a key that was buried in her hair by means of a hair pin.

  With Tom still wearing the collar and Hannah still wearing her boots, they made out. With the boots removed, they took a shower and dressed, Tom in chinos and shirt and Hannah in white jeans and fitted t-shirt.

  Hannah locked Tom inside the chastity cage and then took the key for the collar and locked it inside her safe. Tom stood there in disbelief as he pointed to the steel still locked around his neck.

  “You look great honey, with a scarf around your neck no one will notice.”

  “What about the remote?” Tom asked.

  “In my pocket,” Hannah purred.

  The indent of the small square remote was visible inside the front pocket of her jeans.

  “So you’d better behave....”

  ***

  Chapter 9

  Holidaying at the dungeon

  It had been three months since Hannah had first knocked on Tom’s door and inadvertently discovered his planned visit to the mistress. She had known immediately that this was too good an opportunity to miss. He was a fantastic guy, successful and popular, and despite her own good looks, she knew that she lacked the confidence to ever win his attention. Here she had both the chance to exploit a fetish that he hadn’t shared with anyone else, and the chance to indulge in games that interested her more than she had ever realised.

  They were now living together and while he provided most of the money, the friends and activities, she most definitely controlled him. Her dominance resulted in a sexual attraction that neither of them had experienced before, and that often made it hard for either of them to focus on anything else.

  It was Saturday morning and Tom and Hannah left their flat and were taking the lift down to the underground parking. This was going to be their first weekend away together. Hannah had insisted on organising the trip and had been very secretive about their destination.

  “Which car shall we take?” Tom asked.

  “My old one,” she replied quickly.

  Tom raised his eyebrows and smiled, he knew exactly what that meant. He looked at Hannah, who was wearing his favourite yellow dress that just seemed to hug her body so perfectly. He felt himself becoming aroused, at least as much as was ever possible inside the padlocked chastity cage.

  “You did bring the key for this?” Tom tapped his crotch.

  “Maybe.”

  Tom gave her a friendly slap on her butt that made her giggle. She then turned around and playfully stuck her tongue out at him. As she walked, she turned around again to take another sneak peek at his chest and abs in
side his tight t-shirt.

  Hannah unlocked her car and lifted up the driver’s seat and waited while Tom climbed in and lay down on the floor. She lowered the seat and looked down at Tom’s face which now formed the middle of the seat; the part where she would be sitting.

  “Do you like sitting on me?”

  Hannah was always a little embarrassed when he was this blunt, even though she knew he only did it to tease her.

  “Probably as much as you like being sat on,” she replied after a slight pause.

  In that case she did like sitting on him.

  “Is it far?” he asked.

  “You’ll find out.”

  She swung her hips inside the car, pulled up her dress and lowered herself down. She positioned herself so that she was directly on top of his mouth, with his nose up against her flowery silk panties.

  An hour later, Tom felt the car turn and the road become rough. The car bounced in and out of potholes and he heard branches rub against the sides. It was now just about possible for him to talk as Hannah had finally moved herself back so that Tom’s mouth was free. This had been mainly for her benefit and she had enjoyed what he had been able to do with his freed tongue.

  “Where are we going?” he asked, inadvertently tickling her clit.

  Without stopping the car, Hannah pulled up her dress and looked at his red face, framed between her thighs.

  “It’s a secret.”

  Hannah closed her legs so that her thighs were touching as the car went up a steep incline and bounced over a tree root.

  “What was that?” came a muffled voice from beneath her thighs.

  Hannah held the wheel tightly and steadied the car. With the car back under control she moved forward again in her seat so that her butt again sealed his mouth.

  “Anything else to say?” Hannah asked.

  The car finally stopped and Hannah climbed out. Tom tried in vain to reach the lever to lift up the driver’s seat. But Hannah was too busy looking at the house she’d rented. It was an old two story stone building, set just back from a small deserted bay and miles from any sort of civilisation.

  “Hannah?”

  “Wow, it’s beautiful...”

  “Hannah, please.”

  The sun was reflecting off the calm water and the cliffs rising up either side of the bay. Hannah put on her sunglasses and with her hands on her hips, surveyed the view. She knew Tom was desperately struggling to get out and the very thought turned her on. How much longer could she legitimately wait before releasing him?

  After an almost cruelly long length of time, she finally reached in with one hand and quickly flicked the lever to free him.

  By the time Tom had climbed out, Hannah was at the old house, unlocking the heavy wooden door with an oversized key. It opened with a creak to reveal grand rooms with high ceilings.

  Hannah ran in excitedly, looking in each room in turn. She then opened a small door off the hallway and walked down a steep flight of steps. Tom followed the excited brunette down the steps and into the cellar.

  When he arrived, Hannah was standing at one end of the empty space inside what once had been the wine cellar. It was a space six foot square, enclosed on three sides and the ceiling by brick and on the fourth side by old iron bars. The middle third of the bars comprised a door that opened outwards. There were no windows, only a heavy grill about six feet from the cellar floor that looked out at ground level on to the lawn at the front of the house.

  “This is why I chose the house,” she smiled excitedly.

  Hannah was already standing inside what was would make perfect prison cell. She walked over and pulled the door shut.

  “It’s perfect, I assume you have a padlock.” Tom said from outside the cell.

  “It’s not for me!” Hannah exclaimed.

  “Oh, I don’t know, you look cute in there.”

  Hannah pushed the door open and walked out. This was one of Hannah’s ultimate fantasies, to lock Tom in a dungeon, behind heavy iron bars. The intensity of the situation was actually making her nervous. It reminded her of when they first met and how she had felt the first time she’d handcuffed him. She had locked him in handcuffs hundreds of times since then, but the atmosphere in that dusty old cellar brought back the same emotions.

  “You will be my dungeon slave,” her very words made her shake with excitement.

  Tom kissed her and squeezed her butt with both hands. As they kissed, she pushed him further towards the open door. When she stopped, Tom was inside the cell. She stepped back and swung the barred door closed, a little too quickly and it made a loud clang. Tom reached through the bars and kissed her again.

  “Aren’t you going to lock me in?” Tom asked.

  “Yes.” Hannah immediately searched through her handbag.

  “Quickly, or I’ll escape.”

  Hannah was starting to get cross with herself, where had she put it.

  “Too late,” Tom started to push the door.”

  “No!” Hannah cried as she put one leg against the bars to hold it in place.

  Tom pushed a little harder, pushing Hannah slightly off balance. She then used her butt to increase the force and the door clanged shut for the second time. Tom took the opportunity to kiss her, even though he knew such an indulgence would inevitably lead to his imminent captivity.

  A few second later Hannah had found the padlock and used it to lock the barred door. She stepped back.

  “Wow!” she cried.

  Tom rattled the bars for effect as he watched her face closely. The amazement in her eyes stayed, as her mouth slowly turned into a smile. She swallowed and rubbed the palms of her hands over her hips.

  “Come here,” Tom breathed as he reached through the bars.

  Hannah walked closer so that they could kiss.

  “I don’t usually do this, but today you just look too sexy,” Tom panted.

  He took the key from her hand and unlocked the padlock. He swung open the heavy door, grabbed the excited girl and lifted her up. She immediately wrapped her legs around his waist and started kissing.

  He carried her upstairs into the master bedroom and laid her down in the middle of the large four poster bed. While sitting stride her waist to make sure she didn’t move, he ran his hand over her breasts and down into her bra. Hannah was already moaning softly as he pulled out a small silver key.

  Tom put Hannah’s arms above her head and used one hand to pin both of them in place. With Hannah secured to the bed and writhing around in ecstasy, he stood up and undid his trousers and let them drop to the floor. Again with just one hand, he used the key to unlock his chastity cage. Finally free of the cage, he lay down on top of her and smiled as the brunette started madly kissing.

  “You don’t usually let me out this easily,” he smiled.

  Hannah didn’t answer, she was lost in the moment, plus she knew that she would get her revenge soon enough.

  An hour later Tom was exhausted and lay on his back with Hannah cuddled up to him. She was ready to go again and went down on him to encourage him to continue.

  “Hannah, I need a breather.”

  “You know what that means?” she replied looking at the cage.

  “What?”

  “Use it or lose it!” she giggled.

  Tom just lay there as his inexhaustible girlfriend picked up the chastity cage and sat on his chest, with her back to him. He felt her position the cock ring. Tom smiled to himself as he started to exploit her weakness. He reached around Hannah’s waist and pulled her backwards until her clit was above his face. He then pulled her down on to his tongue.

  “You can’t stop me that easily,” Hannah breathed.

  She dropped the padlock between his legs and by the time she had retrieved it, the cage was no longer in place. After a few seconds of being completely lost in her own thoughts, Hannah refocused and tried to push the cage over his erect cock.

  She gently, but firmly pushed it into place, she was desperate lock him up before her
next orgasm. It was in place, just. She was breathing harder, oh fuck. She slipped the padlock through and snapped it shut just in time. She threw the key across the room and into the bathroom as she collapsed down on to his legs.

  Hannah rolled on to her side and slid her head between Tom’s muscular thighs so that she could admire the cage from all angles.

  “Nice try,” she panted as she slipped the heavy steel cage into her mouth.

  It was Tom’s turn to moan, even when he was locked inside the cage, her mouth could do amazing things.

  “OK, let’s go again,” he breathed.

  “Too late for you,” Hannah replied kissing the cage.

  “Come on, one more chance?”

  Tom lay back and relaxed, that was fine with him, she had done more than enough for now. He thought about earlier in the cellar and a smile came across his face.

  “Hannah, you must be the world’s worst medieval jailer, letting your prisoner escape just because you wanted to make out with him.”

  Hannah wrapped her thighs around his neck and tightened.

  “You’re still in my custody.”

  “But I know your weakness, I can escape anything.”

  “You’re very cocky for a condemned man who’s lost his freedom and is about to be incarcerated in a dungeon.”

  “Do I get any special privileges?”

  “Nope! Maximum security from here on, and the guard is pretty sadistic.”

  ‘Pretty’ certainly, Tom smiled to himself as he kissed the inside of the woman’s thighs.

  “Where is the key to open these?” Tom pulled against her legs.

  “No key, just the mind of a crazy woman.”

  “Piece of cake.”

  She squeezed him harder, it felt nice between her legs. She was in no rush, neither was he.

  Tom and Hannah ate lunch together on a picnic rug on the lawn outside the front of the house. In line with their role play, Hannah had locked his wrists, ankles and waist in high security transport restraints, with the cuffs locked a little too tightly as usual.