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Tom woke up just before 7am after only a couple of hours sleep. He carefully extracted himself from Hannah’s cuddle and walked over to the bathroom. He’d been woken by the discomfort of a failed erection that had pushed hopelessly against the inside of the chastity cage. He couldn’t even remember Hannah locking him back inside. He could remember making love to her all night, surely he was entitled to some time off.

Hannah was starting to use the chastity cage more and more. She locked it on whenever Tom left her flat and also increasingly when he didn’t. She was also starting to use it as a means of restraint. She had recently padlocked the cage to the bathroom door handle while she showered. Of course she had attached him to the outside of the door and she had locked it from the inside, so that Tom didn’t even have the consolation of watching her shower.

He walked back to the bedroom where daylight was now peeping in around the edges of the curtain. Hannah was still fast asleep, only partially covered by a single white sheet. Her long brown hair lay dishevelled on the white pillow. She was breathing slowly and quietly and as usual lay diagonally across the double bed.

I need to get some unbroken sleep, he thought as he pulled at the small gold padlock. Squeezing his balls out was impossible, he knew that, so he started to look around the darkened room for the all important keys.

Whenever possible, she liked to keep the keys on her. He carefully pulled off the sheet and looked up and down her body. She was naked and wasn’t wearing a necklace or bracelet. She was, however, wearing her silver anklet, but unfortunately for Tom there was no key attached.

Tom lay on the bed next to her considering his options, but all he could think of doing was to kiss her cute butt. She smiled in her sleep, stretched her legs and gently worked her hips back and forth into the mattress. He kissed again, this time pushing his nose gently between her cheeks. Her reaction was the same, but with an almost imperceptible moan.

Not wanting to wake her, and also now suffering from a throbbing cock, he lay down and pulled the sheet over them both. He put one arm around her and reached down with the other to check the padlock. Little by little she was tightening the screw, increasing his captivity and in doing so, increasing the power she had over him.

There was no way he could unlock the padlock without waking the beautiful woman sleeping next to him and she looked far too peaceful to be woken. He watched her closely, eyes flicking slightly and her beautiful lips curling a little. Who knew what this crazy, sexy girl was dreaming about. He closed his eyes within minutes was asleep.      

When Tom woke again it was past midday and Hannah was sitting on a stool by the breakfast bar. She had already been for a run and was wearing short pink gym shorts and white gym top. She was barefoot and she still had a slight glow in her face from her exertions.

Tom, wearing only boxer shorts and chastity cage, walked over to kiss her cheek and then turned his full attention to the coffee machine. As he waited for it to finish, he sniffed and then held his hand to his face.

“Hannah, I can still smell your scent, it seems to be indelibly printed on my face.”

Hannah looked up from her laptop and smiled as she remembered the previous night. She was a little self conscious as she thought back to what she had done to him, but that didn’t change the fact that the memory made her as horny as hell.

“You were down there for a long time.”

“I know.”

“And you nearly stayed down there for a whole lot longer,” Hannah replied in distracted voice that suggested that she was imagining what more she could have done.

She closed her computer, walked over and took the coffee that he’d just made for himself. Just as she was about to put it to her lips, he pulled her arm towards him and took the first sip.

“You’re feeling very brave this morning.” She smiled, pulling the cup back to her lips.

Tom smiled back, this was often how their games began.

“And I assume you’ve discovered that your dick is back in jail.”

Tom automatically reached down as if to check. “Yes, how did that happen?”

Hannah giggled.

“And where’s the key?”

Hannah giggled again, this time shrugging her shoulders.

Tom looked over to the parcel that had been delivered the day before and was now sitting opened on the kitchen bench. Hannah said she had ordered it as a present for Tom, but he knew that it was very much for her enjoyment.

She saw him looking and with the coffee cup now in her hand, reached inside and lifted up the heavy steel collar. She put the coffee down and with her other hand picked up the small remote control.

“Ouch! Fuck!”

The remote control was designed to send an electric shock to the collar and Hannah had accidentally just shocked herself. Tom laughed out loud. Hannah was embarrassed, shocked by her own hand. How could she be so silly? At least now she knew what it would feel like for Tom.

Tom walked over to her and kissed her on the cheek. He picked up the coffee cup and drained it in one gulp. He must be feeling brave.

She looked at Tom’s lovely smiling, provocative eyes. Beautiful though they were, she was looking forward to see them change from smiling to pleading, possibly pained, as they played out yet another fantasy. Although she would have to keep her distance from those eyes, if not she would never be able to inflict the necessary pain.

“Kneel, hands behind your back!”

She was always amazed by how quickly he obeyed her, without regard for whatever fate lay in store. He looked so fucking sexy, but she must try to keep her hands to herself. How could she properly dominate him if she was this obsessed.

Hannah tightly locked hinged cuffs around his wrists and larger cuffs just above his elbows. She made sure her thighs rubbed against his chest and head wherever possible. She tucked the cuff keys into the back pocket of her gym shorts and zipped them inside.

“I need to shower,” Hannah said.

“Couldn’t you have done that before you cuffed me?”

“Well take them off if you want.”

“But I can’t!”

“I know,” Hannah whispered with dramatic effect, as she gave him a twirl as if modelling new clothes.

Tom watched her walk casually into the bathroom and turn on the shower. This was typical. She would apply one or two key restraints and only then remember that she had to meet a friend, or go shopping. Tom would have to wait for her to return, unable to do anything but imagine what she had planned for him next. It could really play with his mind, but he wasn’t complaining.

He struggled to his feet and walked around her kitchen unable to do anything, including make a coffee. He thought about getting the keys, but if he started searching through her dirty running gear she would jump out of the shower and within seconds would be laying on the bathroom floor underneath a hot, wet, bubbly and slightly pissed off woman. Hannah didn’t make the same mistake twice. This time she would chain him to an immovable object before taking the longest shower imaginable.

Having dropped this idea, Tom finally managed to manoeuvre the TV remote behind his back and lay down on his front on the sofa to watch. His head was resting on Hannah’s clothes from the night before. He buried his face and thought back to the party.

Hannah finished her shower and started to dry her hair. She looked at her body in the mirror. Would he like her new outfit? Maybe she was going too far? Her phone started to ring, she picked it and walked back out into the lounge with her white towel wrapped tightly around her slim waist. She smiled as she saw her muscular boyfriend lying helplessly on the sofa.

Hannah turned off the TV and sat on the arm of the sofa with her feet resting on Tom’s head. She looked at the two pairs of cuffs securing his wrists and arms. As usual there was very little space between the cuffs and his skin and as usual his wrists were already slightly red. It was his own fault, why did he insist on struggling, surely he knew by now that there was no way out.

Her panties from the night before were underneath her black cocktail dress. She pulled them out with her fingertips and laid them over Tom’s face and held them there with her foot. Tom tried to turn his head to the side and so she pushed her toes into his open mouth to hold him in place. She smiled as he tried and failed to move his head away. With Tom’s head pinned under her feet, she continued talking with her friend.  

Five minutes later, and with water from her hair dripping on to his face, Tom was starting to get impatient. He swung his legs off the sofa and struggled until he was kneeling on the floor. Even then it took him another few minutes to prise his head out from under Hannah’s feet.

With Hannah seemingly distracted on the phone, Tom walked to the bathroom, crouched down and with his hands behind his back, started to search through Hannah’s gym gear for the shorts and then the keys. He retrieved them easily enough, only to find the keyholes pointing the wrong way.

Tom heard a ‘crack’ behind him and looked around to see Hannah standing by the bathroom door. He lost his balance and slumped back against the wall. His cutesy dresses and shorts girlfriend was standing in front of him wearing black thigh length leather high heel boots and tight leather teddy that was very low cut at the front with straps around her neck. Her hair was up and her hands on her hips, with a whip in one hand.

“Fucking hell!”

Tom instinctively recoiled against the wall as she slowly walked towards him. She cracked the whip which echoed loudly around the tiled bathroom. Tom looked up at her stern looking eyes. His throat was dry as he swallowed. He looked again into her big brown eyes and saw a just an edge of that hesitation that he found so attractive.

“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....”

*

It had been three months since Hannah had first knocked on Tom’s door and inadvertently discovered his 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.

Tom and Hannah left their flat and took 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, then turn around and playfully stick her tongue out at him. As she walked, she turned around again to take another sneak peek at his chest and abs inside 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 her mouth, with his nose up against her panties, or at least where her panties would have been if she had been wearing any.

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, 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 was 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 pushed the door shut.

“It’s perfect, I assume you have a padlock.” Tom said from outside of 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 make 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 obeyed and 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.

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.

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 God. 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 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.

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 guards are pretty sadistic.”

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 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.

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 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, she then took hold of his chastity cage and used it to lead him back to the house. Despite his stronger physique, he followed every move made by the slim five six 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.

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. Maybe Hannah would remove his cage and release his hands so that he could have some relief? No chance he thought, she would ensure he saved himself for afterwards.

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.

“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. 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 down to her knees. 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 time, I have some ideas that you may like.”

“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 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 her legs a little more so that Tom could tell what she was, or rather what she wasn’t, wearing underneath. Tom 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.