Free Hannah by Andrea Jordan

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