Hannah Ch. 10

It was Friday night and Tom was in the elevator on his way up to their apartment. It had been a hard week at work with difficult negotiations with banks and investors and he desperately needed to wind down. In the past that would have meant a bottle of wine and then on to the spirits, but not anymore. He knew that Hannah had something planned for them and that she would soon take him to a whole new world of fantasy and escapism.

Hannah was constantly thinking up new games and ways to explore their shared passion. She had recently introduced a new game that had made Tom more focused than usual on his girlfriend's underwear.

It had started a few weeks back, after they had made love together. Hannah had been picking up her clothes, which as usual had ended up all over the bedroom, when she had decided to put her dirty knickers over Tom's head.

The elastic material had clung to his face and moulded itself around his features. Hannah had run her fingers over them, exploring how the material clung to every chiselled contour. She had felt herself becoming more and more aroused and had ordered Tom to leave them on his head until the morning. Given that it was already 1am and he was exhausted, he had happily compiled.

When Tom had awoken the next morning, everything still looked dark and blurry through her black panties. Hannah was cuddling up to him and he kissed her on the lips. She kissed back, even though she was actually kissing her own underwear.

"Permission to remove your panties?"

She had hugged him more tightly and shook her head. It was just another secret that they shared, one that no-one else would ever know. A successful guy, an attractive, slightly shy woman, a social couple. But no-one would ever understand the real magic in their relationship.

While Hannah would only choose to play this particular game once or twice a week, timing was completely at her discretion. Every day Tom would admire her outfit and wonder what was underneath and what that might feel, smell and taste like. Every night just before they turned out the light, Tom knew that his world might become filtered through the brunette's used underwear, still warm as the elastic pulled tight over his face.

Not that Tom minded at all, and he had on occasion he had felt a little disappointed when she placed all her clothes in the washing basket instead. The underwear felt nice on his face, her beautiful scent giving him a permanent reminder as he drifted to asleep. It also felt nice to be claimed, to be wanted by someone so beautiful.

Hannah loved Tom's obedience, knowing that once positioned, he would never remove them until morning. She would look at him as he lay next to her and see a physical demonstration of his complete trust and commitment to her. Added to that, the anticipation of what she might do with her panties when she returned home from work, aroused and distracted her throughout the day. In private, she would rub her hands over her butt and imagine his fate.

Some mornings Hannah would stand in front of the full length mirror teasing Tom while trying on different underwear. Tom would watch with interest and amusement. 'Do you think you'll be able to breathe in these, sweetheart?' Or, 'would you prefer cotton or silk tonight, honey?' She also enjoyed sending him regular updates throughout the day and sometimes even photos of the garment in question.

Tom had joking offered to but her some g-strings, which would have both revealed much more of her butt and have been less all encompassing around his face. After a playful smack on his hand, she had instead threatened to buy even tighter underwear in future.

The elevator doors opened and Tom's thoughts returned to what she might have planned for him this particular Friday evening. Wearing his suit without a tie and his shirt undone a couple of buttons, he walked through the front door and stopped and stared.

It was Hannah, but he had to look twice to make sure. She was standing in the middle of the open plan living area dressed as an air hostess. She was wearing a long blonde wig, which hung down over her shoulders and her makeup was much heavier than usual, particularly around her big brown eyes.

Hannah stood in front of him, one hand on her hip as he studied her outfit. She was wearing a red skirt suit with gold insignia over a white blouse. The jacket was buttoned halfway up and was tightly pleated around her waist. The skirt was mid thigh length with a slit halfway up the back. It was tight, and curved over and around her butt. She wore stockings and black suede heels. The outfit was finished off with a small red hat with the same gold insignia.

"Good evening sir, welcome aboard," Hannah said in a slight accent.

Tom was still staring. She was even wearing different perfume.

"Wow, it really doesn't look like you."

"I'm sorry sir?"

Hannah had positioned chairs in a row to recreate an aeroplane. She showed Tom to a chair that they had recent bought at an art market. It was like a regular dining chair, but made from curved pieces of wrought iron. It was incredibly heavy, something Tom knew well after having carried it from the market and back to their car.

"Can I get you a drink, sir?"

"A beer would be great."

Tom watched Hannah walk to the fridge, it really was a tight skirt. This was his kind of role play, beer and a sexy outfit, although he knew that Hannah wouldn't be this accommodating for long. He watched as she turned and a mischievous smile crossed her face.

"I'm sorry sir, but we've had a complaint about your behaviour," Hannah said seriously as she returned without his beer, but with plastic zip ties in her hand.

"What?"

"And under flight regulations I'm afraid I will have to restrain you for the remainder of the flight."

It was as if the words were being spoken by a stranger. The play acting, the voice, the hair and the outfit all seemed very real.

"I'll have to ask you to put your hands on your arm rests sir."

Tom looked up and smiled, but the serious look on Hannah's face soon made him stop.

"I hope you're not going to resist."

"Resist?"

Resisting any order from Hannah was near impossible for Tom. He positioned his arms as instructed and watched as she tightened the plastic straps around his wrists and the metal frame of the chair.

"That's quite tight."

That was the wrong thing to say, as Hannah then tightened them further. And as she did so, she couldn't help but smile. She then crouched down carefully because of the tight skirt, and used two more zip ties to secure his ankles to the chair legs. Within seconds Tom was helpless.

"Sorry sir, let me get your beer."

Hannah curtseyed slightly, turned and walked back to the fridge. She returned and placed the beer bottle in Tom's restrained hand.

"Very amusing, umm.... 'blonde Hannah'!"

Hannah giggled, dropping her act for a moment. She then sat down on his lap, turned her head and kissed Tom. Wow. She always found that the more she restrained him, the more passionate his kisses. She assumed that was simply because under such circumstances it was even more important to please her.

"I don't think the airline would approve," he smiled kissing back.

Hannah ignored him and positioned a stool in front of Tom's chair and sat down facing him.

"Crew please be seated for landing," she giggled.

She looked down at Tom from her much higher stool, crossed her legs and ran her tongue around her lips. Her boring week at work was now completely forgotten, as she completely immersed herself in yet another fantasy with her fantastic guy.

Tom could feel the pressure build inside the chastity cage. Shit, how he wanted to take her right there and then. He really struggled against the zip ties and watched as Hannah unsuccessfully tried to hide her arousal.

Hannah uncrossed her legs and opened them as far as the skirt would allow. She watched him carefully, a teasing look in her eyes. Tom was strong, and right then was using all of his strength against the zip cuffs. He knew that if he could break free, then she was his. He would pick up the blonde air hostess, carry her into the bedroom and do whatever he wanted with her. He knew from experience that she would love whatever he did.

Hannah continued to watch him struggle. She had Googled how much force was required to break the zip ties and so knew that he hadn't a hope. She pulled her skirt halfway up her thighs and opened her legs a little wider.

Hannah eventually stood and pulled her skirt back down. She carefully tilted Tom's chair backwards and lowered it on to the floor. Hannah then walked back and forth, her heels only an inch from where Tom's head rested.

"Red panties as well, you really are a company girl," he observed, having good reason to pay attention the blonde's underwear.

Hannah looked down at his strong, restrained body, his eyes were following her every movement, his lips slightly apart with anticipation. The urge to pull up her skirt and kneel down over his mouth was almost too much to resist. It reminded her of some of the things she did when she was younger.

She would often take a soft toy, or even an old doll, and tie its hands and feet together with a ribbon or belt or whatever she had to hand. Then, wearing her briefest underwear and with her pretend victim lying on her bed, she'd sit on top of it, her legs open, her victims head just sticking out between her thighs. With one hand, she'd pull its head into her crotch and massage it from side to side. Her old teddy bear's face was now very worn, although no one, not even Tom knew why.

Once finished, she would stay sitting on her prey, talking to it, pretending that beneath her was the man of her dreams. She'd brush her long hair, continually looking down between her legs at the helpless toy. Now her toy was real and it really was the man of her dreams.

"Hannah?"

Tom could tell that her mind was wondering. She stopped walking and knelt down by his head, again careful of her tight skirt. She could feel the cheap polyester of the uniform sliding against her silk underwear. It felt nice and she moved her hips from side to side to feel it again. Would she use that on him tonight? Possibly.

She saw that Tom was still holding his beer and amazingly hadn't spilt a drop, even when she'd tipped him backwards on to the floor. She took the bottle from Tom's hand and slowly poured a little into his open mouth. He automatically smiled. What was it with guys and beer? She poured some more, but a little too quickly and he coughed.

"Oh I'm sorry."

He coughed again and went slightly red in the face, but soon recovered and opened his mouth for more.

"It's good to see that blonde Hannah is so considerate."

"Don't speak too soon!"

"I guess it's all relative, brunette Hannah can be a right sadistic bitch."

Hannah reacted instinctively with a slight intake of breathe. Damn! She knew Tom was just teasing her. And now he was smiling. Shit.

"Careful mister, look where you are and where I am."

"Yes?"

"If I don't release you, how long will you stay tied to that chair?"

"I'm cool."

"How long?"

Tom thought about the question for a moment and then struggled again against his bonds, she was right, he was helpless.

"I could leave you tied to the chair all weekend!"

"I could call for help."

"And I could gag you... you know what with."

They both loved these conversations and they watched each other intently for a few moments. Hannah then stood back up with one foot either side of his head.

"I know that brunette Hannah would never agree to this, but could you unlock the chastity cage?"

"And you think I will?"

She looked down at him. Which way would she play it? She pulled down his boxers.

"This outfit really works for you, doesn't it?"

Hannah walked over to her handbag and picked up her key ring, which these days held over twenty keys. She jangled them like a medieval jailer above him. She then crouched down so that her butt rested gently on his face and unlocked the steel cage.

"Don't get used to this treatment, brunette Hannah will be back soon."

Seeing an opportunity for a little fun, Tom used his head to nudge Hannah's hips, which made her lose her balance and she had to use her hands to stop herself falling over. She stood up and placed one shoe next to his now unprotected balls.

"Please no!"

"Don't worry, I have a better plan. A return trip in the cargo hold."

Tom looked confused as Hannah walked into their bedroom and out of sight. Once there, she couldn't resist the chance to touch her butt in the tight shiny skirt. When she finally returned, she wheeled behind her a very large suitcase. She laid it down next to him and started to unzip.

"Borrowed it from Kate, what do you think?"

"You'll never fit the chair in."

"I'm going to release you from that, you fool!"

"Then I might run away."

"And miss out on the delights of being locked inside a suitcase by blonde Hannah? Who's very considerate by all accounts."

Hannah took some scissors and effortlessly released Tom from the zip ties. She then undressed him and down to his boxers ran her hands over his body. Shit, she didn't want to wait too much longer. Tom could see that look in her eyes and ran his fingers up the inside of her skirt. Hannah moaned with pleasure, almost passing the point of no return, but pulled away just in time.

Following directions, Tom squeezed into the suitcase and Hannah folded the lid over on top of him. This was already turning her on and she hadn't even zipped him up yet. She knelt on the lid as she started to pull the zips closed.

"Aha, you're all done up!"

However the two zips just happened to be by Tom's hands and using his finger tips, he started to pull one open.

"Hey, stop it!"

"Brunette Hannah would never make that kind of mistake."

"Right I'm going to padlock you in."

Tom could hear Hannah run to the bedroom. He could have unzipped himself, but being padlocked inside seemed like more fun. He heard her heels clip back and saw the zip slide shut again. A second later he heard a little click.

"Try and get out of that, Houdini," she breathed as she stood back to watch.

Tom tried the zips again. He pulled one, but the other zip moved with it. He then pulled one zip one way and the other zip the other way. Nothing. He was hit by the usual shiver of excitement.

Hannah pulled the keys from the small padlock and let them drop to the floor. She carefully sat down on one end of the suitcase, on top of where his head would be, and put her legs out in front of her across the lid.

"That's a bit mean of blonde Hannah, isn't it?" she giggled as she wriggled herself above him.

Tom tried to push her off balance, but with almost no room for him to move, Hannah sat there easily able to ride his limited efforts. She stayed sitting on top of him until he was exhausted and lay motionless beneath her.

She then jumped up, there was only one more thing she wanted to do before she let him go free. She kicked off her high heels and after a struggle managed to lift the suitcase up on to its end and started to pull it across the room.

"Hey where are we going?"

"The cargo hold of the next flight back!"

"What?"

Hannah put on her running shoes and dragged the suitcase out of the apartment, along the corridor and into the lift. Once they arrived in the basement, she wheeled the case over to their walk in storage locker. She unlocked the barred door and wheeled him inside. She positioned the case between their own suitcases and threw an old sheet over all three items of luggage. She then sat down on Tom's case and described to Tom his predicament.

"That bitch, blonde Hannah, is going to leave you here."

Tom was breathing hard with anticipation. Hannah was trembling with excitement and couldn't keep her hands off her own legs. Fortunately there was no one who could see her.

"But luckily for you, brunette Hannah may let you out at the other end. Assuming of course blonde Hannah doesn't take the keys to the suitcase with her..."

Tom cried out in pleasure. Hannah smiled, she more than felt the same way.

"Will brunette Hannah wear the red skirt?"

"From time to time," she smiled.

Unable to control herself any longer, Hannah left the locker, padlocking it as she went. As quickly as possible in the tight skirt, Hannah ran back to the apartment and stripped off the uniform. She would have a head start tonight, but Tom wouldn't be far behind.

Back in the locker it was dark and silent, the air was cool, although the temperature inside the suitcase was rising. Tom felt for the zip and managed to push one finger through to the outside. He felt the small luggage padlock. He tried to pull it open, he would love to see the look on Hannah's face if he could get out. Although five minutes later he had given up. He would still be inside the suitcase when she returned. He really hoped that she wouldn't keep him waiting for long.

Only ten minutes later, a slim brunette in white cotton shorts and fitted pink t-shirt casually walked into the basement. A bunch of keys in her hand, a smile on her face.