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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 thirty-five 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.

“Take a deep breath,” the brunette advised as she pulled up her dress and sat down on top of the cage. Her dress was pulled out around her, with all of her weight being taken by the cage.

The sofa was soft and Hannah’s weight pushed Tom’s head deep into the cushion. He was now fully engulfed in pillow, butt and skirt. The cage bars indented a pattern on Hannah’s butt, but any discomfort that she felt was more than compensated for by the rush of excitement she felt from having him securely pinned down beneath her. She looked at his bare chest, wishing that she had also cuffed and shackled him.

Tom lay underneath her running his hands up and down her bare legs. He was as hard as hell, enjoying the rare reprieve from Hannah’s chastity cage. He knew that he could easily pull her over and get out from underneath the girl’s butt, however getting out of the head cage would be harder. He had no idea where she had put either of the necessary keys.

Hannah turned her attention to his cock and in doing so took away from him any chance of rationale thought. She took her time, teasing him. By the time he came, the feeling and temperature inside the cage was at fever pitch. She gave him a few moments to recover before guiding his hands further up her legs.

“Higher,” she ordered as he deliberately teased her by massaging her thighs.

“Higher!” she cried out of frustration as she pulled his hand inside her panties.

Again Tom teased her and ran his fingertips around her narrow waistline. She could feel his body shaking from laughter.

“In there! If you ever want your freedom!” she half cried, half laughed as she pushed his hand back down towards her crotch.

Tom complied, taking things as slowly as he could.

Without getting up, Hannah reached for the remote and turned on the TV which was halfway through a movie.

“I can’t see,” Tom complained.

Hannah pulled up her dress and opened her legs. Tom struggled on to his side, turning his head inside the cage, until he could look out between Hannah’s thighs.

“I can’t watch from down here,” Tom complained, which only started Hannah giggling.

“Perfect place for you,” she smiled as she turned up the volume.

Hannah sat on top of him and slowly closed her legs to reduce his field of vision, wondering how long it would take for him to notice. After a minute she felt his strong hands wrap around her thighs and pull them back open.

She let him open her legs a little before slowly squeezing her thighs together. Even with his full force, he was overpowered and his field of vision started to close again. By the time she had finished, not only could he see nothing at all, but his hands were also pinned securely in place between her thighs,

“Hannah!”

“Yes honey?”

“I can’t see!”

Tom was pulling at her legs which she easily held closed. They play fought for a few more minutes before Tom pulled her over and struggled to sit up.

He looked out through the bars at the giggling girl who he knew had hidden the keys to the cage.

“OK, where are the keys?”

“What?” she smiled innocently, but then couldn’t stop herself from laughing.

Tom slowly ran his hands over all of Hannah’s body, partly to make sure that she wasn’t concealing them, but mainly just because he wanted to.

“They must be in your apartment.”

He climbed to his feet and grabbed the keys to her apartment, which she had left on the table, and walked to the door, with Hannah in close pursuit. After checking that all was clear, he ran up the corridor and let himself into her flat. Hannah followed him in and quickly went to sit down on the metal trunk.

“Oh, so that’s where they are,” he smiled.

“No.”

“Stand up!”

When she didn’t comply, he lifted her up and dropped her down on to her sofa and checked inside the tool trunk.

“Fooled you,” Hannah smiled as she walked up to him and started to rattle the large padlock that was securing the cage.

Tom moved on to her bedroom and after a few minutes found the Allen key in her dirty laundry basket.

“I’ve found one!” he boasted as he returned to the lounge.

“Good for you but I’ve got the other.”

Hannah was standing next to the trunk with her arms crossed with a confident look in her eyes. She pointed to the padlock key that she had placed on the corner of the inside rim of the trunk. She had then lowered the steel lid down so that it rested on the key, with the key stopping the trunk from fully closing.

“Take one more step and I’ll sit down and... snap!” Hannah smiled with her mischievous eyes.

As Tom started to move forward, Hannah started to sit down. Her blue dress was just about to rest on the lid when he stopped and took a step back.

“Stalemate, I think. You come any closer and I snap the only key to that padlock.”

Hannah smiled as she watched his indecision. She knew he couldn’t tell whether she was serious. After some of the things she’d done to him, he was entitled to think that anything was possible.

Tom watched the beautiful woman standing in front of him. She had that very determined look which he knew from experience meant that things were about to become interesting.

“While you were making coffee I posted the other key to this padlock to myself,” Hannah explained. Tom thought back, yes he had wondered where she’d gone.

“Posted?”

“Aha. First class, it will arrive on Monday.”

Tom smiled, he loved the way that she was always a step ahead of him.

“So if I sit down...” Hannah left the sentence unfinished.

“I’m stuck in this thing for the whole weekend.”

“So shall I do it?”

Tom thought about Hannah’s kind offer to snap the only key that could unlock the metal cage around his head. It should have been an easy question to answer, why would he want to be stuck inside that all weekend. If she sat down, he would not be playing football and drinking with the guys tomorrow. He’d have to cancel lunch with friends on Sunday. He wouldn’t be able to go outside at all. And yet for some reason the thought turned him on. He was again besotted with the power she had over him.

Tom walked up and kissed her on the lips and then sat down on the sofa.

“OK.”

“Really?”

Hannah was pleased. She had hoped he’d play along, but felt that she had to give him the choice. A mischievous look came over her face as she used one hand to smooth her dress down and then sat down on the box. She had almost her whole weight on the lid and nothing had happened, maybe it wouldn’t work. Then suddenly the lid shut all the way with a bang that made her jump.

Her weight had guillotined the key in half, with one piece of bent metal clattering on to the wooden floor and the other piece hitting the bottom of the metal trunk beneath her. They down sat in silence for a moment before Hannah giggled.

“You look great behind bars, honey.”

She pouted and slowly shook her head, her long brown hair now lying dishevelled around her head. Tom knelt down and picked up one piece of the key. He tried to retrieve the other half, but Hannah refused to stand up, and so that piece of metal stayed trapped in the box beneath her.

They showered and Hannah dressed in skimpy black silk knickers and nothing else. Her sexy slim body was once again playing tricks with Tom’s mind. They made love, with Hannah on top until the early hours. There was no need to get up early the next day, there was very little Tom would be able to do until Monday.

*

“How do I look?” Hannah asked as Tom drove.

It was the classic question that guys get wrong. Getting it wrong for most men could mean the silent treatment while they tried to repair the damage that they had inadvertently caused. However, for Tom the penalty for getting it wrong could be much more interesting.

Hannah mystified him even more than the other women he had known, but he somehow knew that it was his responses to these types of questions that influenced how she behaved. Given how much control she had over him, responses to her questions could be greatly amplified in their effects on him.

Perhaps she would leave him chained up for a few more hours than she would otherwise have done, or maybe even leave him shackled all night. Or maybe she would tighten the cuffs just a few extra clicks, so that they bit into his wrists with no hope of any give in the restraints until she returned with her key. Tom had spent many hours under Hannah’s lock and key, wondering what thoughts were going through her head.

Not that he had a problem being held captive by Hannah. Many times he had deliberately made inappropriate comments and then enjoyed watching her beautiful brown eyes widen with surprise and shock. She would then flick her hair behind her shoulders, purse her lips and that cute determined look would come across her face. Her voice would change from playfully to slightly more stern and she would stay that way until the cuffs had ratcheted closed and the padlocks clicked shut.

With Tom again helpless, her body would relax slightly and her smile would return, first just in her eyes and then across her lips. She would then shake her head slightly, to free up her long hair which would again frame her cute face. She would look directly into his eyes with confidence returning, and then the teasing would begin as she took full advantage of her sexy prey.

How did she look? It was a very easy question to answer. Hannah looked beautiful, with her long brown hair up in a ponytail, her cute face, her short black cocktail dress that extenuated her perfect figure. He particularly loved her long slim legs, crossed twice as they always were when she was a little nervous, covered with thin stockings, held up by a suspender belt, hidden from view under her dress.

“You look fantastic.” Tom replied honestly as he took his eyes of the road for a few seconds to admire her.

The look in her eyes and the sudden crossing of her arms suggested that she wasn’t entirely happy with the response. And even though Hannah had the keys to his chastity cage tucked in her bra, the dress having no pockets, he smiled, she was a complete enigma.

They were driving to a party hosted by one of Tom’s old work mates. Hannah was often shy when meeting new people and right then she was sitting in the passenger seat, fiddling nervously with the two silver bangles on her left wrist. She could be a woman of extremes, shy one minute, confidently dominating him the next.

As they walked in to the party, it was clear that Tom knew nearly everyone. Hannah didn’t know a soul and held tightly to Tom’s hand. He took two glasses of wine and Hannah started drinking quickly to try and calm her nerves.

Although they were talking with an increasingly large group, Tom couldn’t help but glance constantly at Hannah. Partly because she looked great, but also because he knew that she was holding the keys to his balls. Every time he looked at her, particularly when she noticed him and smiled back, he felt the pressure build.

Hannah knew the effect that chastity had on him and this was why she ‘insisted’ that he wear the cage whenever he left her flat. He would occasionally protest, but she would correct these misguided actions by ordering him to kneel down in front of her, a technique that was especially effective when she was wearing a short skirt or nothing at all.

Or sometimes she would order him to lie on the floor and she would sit astride his body, sliding up towards his head if further convincing was required. With Tom still pinned beneath her, Hannah would apply the cage, which by now was not an easy task.

When Tom next looked over, he saw Hannah on her own sitting on a stool by the bar.

“Hi, my name’s Tom,” he smiled as he walked over and held out his hand.

Hannah giggled, but played along, “Hello Tom, I’m Hannah,” she replied over her shoulder, while still facing the bar.

“Do you come here often?”

Hannah turned around on the stool to face him and recrossed her legs. As she did so, she took the keys from her breasts and let them fall to the floor.

“Silly me,” she smiled.

“Allow me.”

Tom knelt down and picked up the keys. As he did, Hannah uncrossed her legs so that Tom could see up her skirt, although she only allowed him a fleeting glance before recrossing them.

“You don’t seem to have any pockets, would you like me to look after these?” Tom offered, still kneeling on the floor.

“That’s very kind, but, I don’t think so.”

Hannah held her hand out.

“Here are your keys Hannah.”

“Thank you Tom,” she smiled as she very slowly squeezed them back in place

“Nice to meet you Tom.”

Hannah then stood, stepped over where he was still kneeling on the floor and walked away. She flicked her hair over her shoulder and swayed her hips all in one seamless move. Tom was mesmerised and only stood back up when another woman sat on the seat above him.

Hannah climbed the stairs and stood on the balcony overlooking the room below. She saw Tom stand up and knock into a blonde in a very short dress who had taken her stool. Hannah crossed her arms as Tom and the blonde started talking.

‘He’s no good to you sweetheart’, Hannah whispered to herself, ‘he’s all locked up.’

Hannah continued to watch from her elevated position as the blonde moved her leg slightly so that it touched Tom’s thigh. Hannah then smiled as she saw Tom discretely rub his crotch in reaction to a failed erection. Hannah watched with interest while subconsciously pushed the keys further into her cleavage.

Tom walked to the bar and looked back at the sexy blonde that he’d just blown off. Shit that cage was effective. He was used to the idea of wearing a chastity cage and Hannah having the key, but with such a blatant come on from the attractive blonde, he was now getting used to the full implications of what the cage really meant. He physically couldn’t go with that blonde even if he wanted to. He was also a little concerned that Hannah had been watching and would no doubt respond in her own unique and unpredictable way.

Tom climbed the stairs and walked up behind Hannah and made her jump by kissing her neck.

“Did you enjoy watching that?” he asked.

“Probably more than you,” she purred as she grabbed his chastity cage through his cotton trousers and twisted slightly.

Tom grabbed Hannah’s butt, pulled her closer and kissed her. Hannah kissed back then gently bit Tom on the lip. With Tom distracted, she took her cuffs from her purse and ratcheted one around the hand that was holding her butt. Tom instinctively reached down with his other hand to try and stop her, which only made it easier for Hannah to cuff the second hand as well.

“Hannah! The key!” Tom whispered as he stood up against her with his chained wrists hidden between their two bodies.

Hannah just ran her hands up his arms and over his biceps. She loved his muscled arms and she loved the fact that all of that strength was useless against her cuffs. She also loved the look on his face when she told him that the cuff keys were back at her flat.

Tom looked down at his cuffed hands. “There are many ways to tell your partner that you want to leave a party, but this one I think is unique to you”.

“Stay if you want,” Hannah shrugged her shoulders and stuck her tongue against the inside of her cheek.

Tom looked down at his shackled wrists in semi disbelief.

“And you certainly won’t want me to be in a bad mood on the drive home.” Hannah reminded him.

Tom smiled and ran his cuffed hands up the front of Hannah’s dress. Yes, the drive home would be fun.

It was just after midnight when they carefully and discretely walked back to where they had left Hannah’s old car at the back of the car park. Tom had assumed that she would trade it in when she bought her new car, but Hannah had had a better idea. It had taken Tom a couple of weeks to make Hannah’s specific changes and he had had to buy a new seat, but it was how Hannah wanted it and this was their first time using the finished product.

Hannah took the car key out of her purse and unlocked the small two door car and lifted up the driver’s seat as if getting into the back seats. But the back seats had been removed leaving an open space that led into the boot.

“OK honey,” Hannah smiled as she hugged herself and moved slightly up and down on the spot trying to keep warm.

“Now?” Tom asked, just to see the reaction

“Now!” she cried impatiently as she pushed him towards the car.

Struggling slightly with cuffed hands, Tom climbed in and lay on his back on the floor of the car, so that his head was underneath the driver’s seat.

“OK,” he said as he looked up at the beautiful brunette above him, her slightly dishevelled hair silhouetted in the street light and her silver earrings reflecting the light.

“I don’t want any ‘under’ seat drivers,” Hannah giggled.

She then lowered the driver’s seat back down, which due to minor modifications, closed neatly around Tom’s neck. Tom was now pinned underneath the seat with his face semi protruding through a hole cut out of the middle of the seat.

“The world’s first smother box in a car, I feel very honoured,” Hannah said as she placed one high heeled shoe on the inside rim of the car and looked down at him.

Tom knew from their earlier testing that there was no way that he could reach the lever to lift the seat up. Hannah knew this too and was in no hurry as she swung her hips further into the car and knelt one knee on the driver’s seat just next to Tom’s face.

“Hey, why are you keeping me waiting?”

“It’s a long way home, it may even take us all night.” Hannah purred as she ran her fingers up dress and around her black silk underwear.

Tom tried to reach up to touch her, but with the seat resting on his shoulders he could get nowhere near. Seeing his frustration, Hannah climbed back out, closed the driver’s door and walked around to the passenger side. She climbed in and seductively sat her cute figure down on the passenger seat. She then proceeded to twist and turn and rub her butt into the seat just inches from where Tom was trapped.

“Hannah!” Tom cried out as the brunette pulled the chastity keys from between her breasts and ran them between her lips.

“Mmm?”

The car was cold and little goose bumps were forming on her tanned arms. Her nipples were also starting to create indents through her thin black dress. Hannah reached back over the seat and started to unbutton Tom’s trousers.

“Hey, are you taking advantage of me?”

“You’re not that lucky.... not yet anyway.”

She then took a padlock and slipped it through the handcuff chain and pulled it down to the chastity cage. Tom swallowed, his mouth dry from the excitement of his increasing predicament.

“I know how much you like being cuffed to your balls,”

Hannah had a half mean, half mischievous smile on her face as she padlocked the cuffs to the cage. She was breathing quickly, both excited by the prospect of the drive home and slightly nervous that someone might see them. Tom was past caring and was once again falling under her spell.

“OK, your turn,” she finally smiled as she threw a blanket over his body and returned to the driver’s side of the car.

This time, without much delay or theatrics she pulled up her dress and sat down in the driver’s seat and looked down at Tom’s cute face between her thighs.

“Why aren’t all cars made like this, I love you down there.”

Hannah loved his brown expressive eyes, even if they tended to make her fall apart. In her increasingly turned on state, she was glad that she could control the force of those eyes.

Which is what she did right then, as she closed her legs together and rubbed the back of her thighs across his face. Tom was moaning to himself, his chastity cage about to explode. He had thought about asking Hannah to unlock him for the drive home, but he knew from experience that that this would only prolong the predicament.

“And now for the real fun....”

Hannah pulled the lever and slid the seat forward. As she did so, Tom’s face moved closer into her crotch. First his mouth disappeared from view and then his nose pushed up against her clit.

“Oh yeah,” she cried as she moved the seat slightly forward and then slightly back multiple times.

Hannah then moved the seat further forward, her silk underwear sliding over Tom’s face until she was sitting squarely on top. She settled down over his features and waited for the inevitable struggle as the air ran out. Only when the struggling became desperate did she slide the seat back so that she was sitting only on the lower part of his face, with his nose pushed up against her underwear.

“Now I suggest you think twice before commenting on my driving tonight.”

Tom tried to reply, but she couldn’t hear the words or decipher the tickling.

“Perfect you can’t speak, I think we’ll always travel this way from now on.”

Hannah turned the key in the ignition and the engine turned over, but failed to start. Tom felt Hannah’s butt muscles tense slightly and looked up. Hannah quickly closed her legs, she had Tom’s mouth sealed up and certainly didn’t want him expressing any opinion with his sexy eyes. She tried the car for a second time. On the third attempt the old car started.

Hannah pulled her dress back down and started to make her way out of the car park. She was now just a regular girl driving home from a night out.

Tom had been watching Hannah all evening, her body, her butt, the way she moved, trying to imagine what this would be like. Reality was ten times better. The vibrations from the old car felt strong on the floor and his face felt like it was acting as a shock absorber for the woman sitting above. The noise of the engine combined with the music from the old radio in the warm, scented darkness.

Ten minutes later they had left town and were driving along an unlit road. The feeling of Tom underneath her was starting to become a distraction for Hannah and on a couple of occasions she nearly veered off the road. Tom could feel the car sway and Hannah’s body swaying in an attempt to keep the car on track.

It was over an hour later when Hannah pulled into her flat’s underground car park. She turned the engine off and sat there trying to control her over aroused state. Tom had no way of knowing where they were, perhaps she could start up and just keep driving. Explain to him later that she had got lost.

However, she finally pulled up her dress, pushed her seat back and looked down at Tom between her thighs.

“We can sell my new car, this is the only way to travel,” she said with a breathless hoarse voice that surprised even her.

Tom was also breathing deeply as he took advantage of his first fresh air.

“You won’t believe how ready I am for you now....”

But Tom was cut off as Hannah moved forward and sat right on his face.

After a short delay, she pushed her chair back and giggled. “Sorry, you were saying?”

“Just wait until I get you inside.” Tom gasped, absolutely desperate to pick up his beautiful girlfriend and carry her in to her bedroom.

“I can’t wait,” Hannah said as she opened the door and climbed out, throwing a scarf over his head to hide it from sight.

“Hannah, no way!”

She blew a kiss and then locked up the car with him still inside.

Inside the car Tom was going crazy. If only he could reach the lever to lift the seat, then he could get out. He could see it but there was no way to reach it, even if he hadn’t been cuffed to his own balls.

Tom was started to think that he’d be spending the night in her car, when he heard the locks click open and saw Hannah standing above him wrapped in her back silk robe. She opened the door and pulled open her robe to reveal her naked body.

She had showered and smelt of both soap and perfume. She had a very slight bikini line around her waist, but not around her breasts, which were slightly more pert than usual from the cold. Her hair hung down just below her shoulders.

“Wow!

She stood there thinking though her options. She watched his reaction as she put her hand on the seat lever, but didn’t push it up.

“Who was that woman at the party?” she finally asked.

Tom swallowed, not sure whether she was serious.

“No one important,” he replied hopefully.

Hannah looked unconvinced and then thought for a few more seconds.

“Can you hold your breath for one whole minute?”

Hannah checked that the car park was still empty and then pulled up her robe and turned to show Tom her naked butt. She then swung her hips inside the car and sat straight down on Tom’s face. She started to count. In her aroused state, all her inhibitions were gone.

By the time she reached fifty, Tom was trying to turn his head, but his nose was too deeply buried for him to achieve any sideways movement. Sixty, she climbed back out of the car and wrapped the robe back around her body.

“That was your punishment,” Hannah smiled sweetly.

“Fuck that was amazing.” Tom gasped.

Hannah pushed the lever and lifted the driver’s seat. Leaving the car door open, she walked barefoot out of view and back to her flat.

Tom struggled out of the car, his hands still connected to his balls. Holding up his trousers with one hand, he carefully walked up the stairs to Hannah’s apartment and through the open door.

Hannah was sitting cross legged in the middle of her double bed, completely naked other than the keys that she was playing with between her fingers. She slowly stretched up and climbed gracefully off the bed. She walked around Tom twice, looking him up and down before dropping his trousers and boxers to the floor and unbuttoning his shirt which then hung from his cuffed hands.

“Nice.” Hannah rubbed her body against him and gently bit his ear.

Knowing exactly what would happen once he was released, Hannah excited fumbled and dropped the keys. She picked them up and unlocked his wrists and chastity cage. The second that the steel restraints fell to the floor, Tom grabbed her butt and with one leg either side of his body, lifted her up to him. He carried her so that her back was up against the wall and she started to kiss him madly. They started to make out and were still awake when the sun came up four hours later.