Authors: Andrea Jordan
Tags: #loving, #Bdsm, #bondage, #femdom, #dominatrix, #chastity, #chains, #keys, #handcuffs, #cage, #tease
Hannah
door....a dominatrix....a lover
By Andrea
Jordan
Copyright 2013
Andrea Jordan
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The girl next
door
This was
turning into a very awkward conversation. The girl in the next door
apartment had as good as invited herself in for coffee. Normally
that would have been fine, in fact more than fine. Hannah was
single, in her late twenties and good looking. She was slim with a
nice figure and shoulder length brown hair.
But as he was
making the coffee, she’d seen a print out from a local mistress
that he’d accidentally left on the coffee table. And to make it
worse, he’d annotated it with possible times and dates. Hannah was
holding the paper in her hands as he walked in with the
coffees.
“She looks
like fun,” Hannah giggled.
He paused and
composed himself. He had only seen the dominatrix once and had only
tried very tame stuff. He was between girlfriends and it seemed
like it might be fun. What was wrong with that, what was wrong with
trying new things? However, that didn’t stop him feeling very
awkward right then.
“Let me tidy
up,” Tom replied as he reached for the paper.
“No, I’m
interested in this,” Hannah smiled as she moved it out of his
reach.
This was bad,
he really didn’t want to make a big deal out of it.
“Do you like
being tied up then Tom?” she asked.
“I’ll try
anything once,” Tom smiled back.
Tom started to
drink his coffee and tried to change the conversation.
“Wow are these
her prices?” Hannah asked as she read on.
Tom shrugged
as casually as he could and quickly changed the conversation.
Later that
evening, Hannah sat in her flat looking at bills that she couldn’t
afford to pay. She had temped for various marketing agencies over
the last two years, but the recession had meant that she hadn’t
worked in over three months. She was close to being evicted from
her apartment.
She poured a
glass of wine and looked out of the window. How could that mistress
earn so much, all she did was tie people up. The mistress looked
almost 40! She was at least 10 years younger and much better
looking. Why would Tom want to see her? He was a great looking guy
who could get any girl he wanted.
‘Perhaps I
could undercut her prices’, Hannah thought to herself with a
nervous smile. ‘It might be fun and anyway it would be a way to get
to know him, plus earn money!’ She finished her glass and jumped up
to change.
Tom put down
his report and opened the door for the second time that night.
Hannah stood there wearing a yellow summer dress that only reached
halfway to her knees. Hannah noticed him glance down at her
legs.
“Perhaps I can
undercut her price,” she opened nervously.
“Sorry?” Tom
replied.
“Your
mistress, I will do what she does for only half of her price.”
Tom watched as
she fidgeted nervously and blushed. She’d obviously been drinking
and was staring at the floor as she spoke. Being tied up had been
fun and Hannah was certainly a sexy woman, but he liked the
anonymity of seeing a stranger and letting a neighbour tie him up
didn’t feel right. But then she really did look good in that
dress.
“But I’m not
sure I’ll go again,” he replied, “it really was just to try.”
She crossed
her arms and started to look embarrassed. “I’m sorry,” she
stuttered.
He smiled as
he watched her reaction, “OK, why not, that would be great.”
“Really?” she
asked wiping a few tears from her eyes.
As arranged,
Tom knocked on her door at 7pm the next evening.
“You look
great,” he smiled as he again admired the yellow dress.
“I bought
these,” she smiled as she pulled out a pair of hinged handcuffs and
a pair of foot cuffs. Both restraints were high security and could
only be opened with a unique key.
“I hope you
like them.”
Tom looked at
the cuffs with slight fear. The dominatrix had used rope which on
the whole he’d managed to wriggle out of. Where on earth had Hannah
found these? There would certainly be no wriggling out of Hannah’s
cuffs.
“They look
good to me,” he said.
“Great!”
“Assuming you
let me out again.”
Hannah
beamed.
“Please take
off your shirt and lie on the floor with your hands behind your
back, please,”
Tom was amused
by the politeness of her request and by the way she struggled to
lock the cuffs around his wrists. Although by the time she’s
finished, she’d locked and double locked the cuffs very tightly
around his wrists. She then secured one foot cuff before passing
the chain around the handcuffs and back on to his second ankle.
Within a few seconds Tom was securely hog cuffed.
“Not bad,”
Tom tested the
cuffs and soon realised that there was no way that he’d ever be
able to escape. Hannah watched him struggle in the chains.
“Would you
prefer it if you had the keys?”
He smiled,
“Hannah, I think that would defeat the point.”
“OK, I’ll keep
them.”
He watched as
Hannah perched on the edge of her sofa with her knees together and
her ankles crossed and placed the keys into a pocket in her dress.
She certainly was a unique dominatrix.
“Let me know
if you want me to unlock you,” she smiled as she brushed her dark
hair behind her shoulders.
“Hannah, it’s
you that’s in control here, I should stay locked up until you
decide to let me go.”
“Oh OK,
sorry.”
He smiled.
“So what do we
do now?” she asked innocently, “what did that other woman do?”
“I’m not sure
you’re up to what she did,” he smiled.
“Why, what
sort of things?”
Tom paused,
wondering whether to go on.
“OK, well
after she tied me up, she left me for a while and I had no idea
when she’d return. When she did return, she gagged me with her
panties. She then locked me in a chastity belt and then locked me
in a steel cage.”
Hannah stood
above him with her hand over her mouth. Tom watched her reaction.
He felt bad, Hannah was obviously too innocent for all of this, he
had no doubt that she would soon be feeling very uncomfortable. And
so he was very surprised by her response.
“Wow!”
“Don’t worry
you don’t have to do all of that, not at the first session at
least,” he smiled reassuringly.
“I want
to.”
“No this is
good for today.”
“I thought you
said that I was in charge?” she persisted.
“Well
yes....”
Hannah jumped
up and stood above him, one foot either side of his head.
“Any final
words?” she asked.
Tom watched as
she reached up inside her dress and slowly pulled down her white
cotton knickers, letting the material rub along her long tanned
legs.
“Wow,
you’re....”
Tom was cut
short as she stuffed her panties completely into his mouth. She
made sure that his mouth was completely closed before fetching some
duct tape from her desk and wrapping it tightly around his
head.
She then sat
back down on the sofa with her ankles crossed and he knees
together.
“Like that?”
she smiled as she looked down at her manacled, gagged prisoner.
Tom looked
backed completely amazed. That had been so sexy. He wanted to get
up and kiss her, but of course he couldn’t.
Hannah caught
the look in his eye which only turned her on even more. F**k he was
sexy. But hey, so was she, she’d just stuffed her panties into a
guy’s mouth! Her, she had!
Hannah stood
up, took the keys from her pocket and dropped them between her
breasts.
“Try to get
out of that,” she said as she rubbed her hands down her dress and
back up her legs and under her dress.
She saw that
her hands were trembling, due to being nervous and from being
increasingly aroused herself. Only yesterday she had been afraid to
talk to this great guy, now he was her prisoner and she could do
anything she liked to him.
Tom watched as
she blew him a kiss and walked out of the front door with nothing
on under her short dress. She closed the door and Tom heard her
lock it behind her. He had no idea where she was going or how long
she’d be.
She had left
him completely helpless, he couldn’t move and couldn’t call for
help. He imagined her walking down the street, her long legs
striding out, her short dress blowing up as she walked.
However, Tom’s
image of Hannah confidently striding down the road, giving lucky
passers by glimpses of her tanned thighs, and possibly even more,
as her short summery dress moved with her body, were completely
wrong.
Unknown to
Tom, Hannah was sitting on the step outside her door with her knees
pulled into her chest, nervously sliding one high heeled shoe on
and off her foot, trying to manage all of her nervous excitement.
She felt the keys between her breasts. She had chained up a sexy
guy in her apartment and he was now her helpless prisoner. She’d
even gagged him with her panties! She took some deep breaths.
What else had
the other mistress done to him? Lock him in a cage? That might be
tricky, she didn’t have a cage. Lock him in Chastity? She liked the
idea of that, but how would she do it? Hannah stood up, pulled her
dress as far down her legs as it would go and walked down the steps
to the street and headed for the nearest ‘adult’ shop.
Tom heard her
footsteps fade into the distance. This wasn’t how he’d expected
things to turn out, but it was certainly fun. He’d never really
noticed Hannah before, but now the image of her in her yellow dress
standing above him was all he could think about. The only slight
problem was that Hannah had locked the cuffs too tightly. In her
innocence she had squeezed the cuffs until they would go no
further. Although she had made no mistake in double locking them
securely in place. There was no way he was going to escape without
the key. Blood was still flowing, but his wrists and ankles were
starting to ache.
Tom tried to
bring his cuffed hands from the back to the front, but he couldn’t
get them around his butt. Still, after much effort, he was able to
get to his knees and start edging his way across the lounge. He had
seen Hannah take the cuffs from a drawer in her bedroom, perhaps
she had left a spare key there.
He peered into
the open drawer only to see Hannah’s underwear. He smiled as he saw
various panties and bras, mainly in whites, flowery pattern and
pastel colours. Not the wardrobe of a typical dominatrix. He
couldn’t see a spare key and with hands cuffed behind his back
could only use his face to search the drawer. Her scent was
beautiful and he lost himself for a few moments with his face
buried in material.
However there
was no spare key, Hannah must have taken them all with her. Knowing
that there was no way to get free from the overly tight cuffs, he
crawled back to where Hannah had left him, laid down and waited for
her return.
Hannah checked
the street and quickly ducked into the sex shop. Heart pounding,
she started to search the shelves.
“Can I help
you love,” the guy asked, wondering what this woman, who wouldn’t
have looked out of place in an English summer’s day picture
postcard, was doing in his shop.
