Later that night they arrived at the restaurant and were shown to a table at the back. Tom had obviously been there before and seemed to know most of the waiting staff.
Hannah looked at the attractive guy sitting opposite her.
"Did you really like what I did earlier, I mean was I OK?"
"It was great, you were great," Tom smiled.
"Wasn't it a bit scary for you, you were completely helpless?"
"Completely at your mercy, I know, that's what made it so much fun." he replied.
Hannah looked a little embarrassed, "It feels strange, I've locked you up, put my underwear in your mouth and sat on your face, and now we're just sitting together in a restaurant."
"And you still have me locked in chastity." Tom reminded her.
Hannah had forgotten and checked that she still had the key in her dress pocket.
"You still have it?" he asked.
"Maybe," she giggled.
Tom watched her carefully, "It seemed as though you were enjoying yourself too."
Hannah looked down at the table, breaking their eye contact. "It was amazing, I mean, err yeah."
"So what did it feel like when I was chained up in the trunk and you were practically sitting on my face?" Tom asked.
Hannah blushed and tried to compose herself.
"Hey, I'm the dominatrix, I ask the questions here."
Tom held his finger to his lips.
"Sorry," she whispered.
They paused the conversation as the drinks arrived, this time carried by another waitress that Tom seemed to know. Although after giving her a quick smile, he returned his full attention to Hannah. Her dark hair was hanging around her cute face and she had an entrancing expression, a mix of excitement, embarrassment and arousal. "You look great," Tom said, "I love the way you look in that dress, you have no idea what effect you're having on my locked up cock right now. Hannah smiled coyly.
"And I love the way you giggle with excitement when you lock a padlock or cuffs on me. And I even love the way that you lock the cuffs far too tightly." he continued as he pulled up a shirt sleeve to reveal his red and sightly bruised wrist.
"It serves you right for trying to escape," she replied
"Escape? No one could ever escape from your cuffs Hannah."
"Well then, do as you're told." she smiled.
As they walked home, Hannah was desperately thinking through her next move. She would love to invite him back to her place and make out with him. But he hadn't shown any interest in her before she'd become his dominatrix and so if she dropped that act now, then he was bound to lose interest in her again.
Also, while she would have loved to sleep with him and start dating, she was also excited about the prospect of continuing to dominate him. He seemed to be so besotted with her as a dominatrix, she really could whatever she wanted to him. At her whim, he could spend the night in cuffs, or locked in the trunk, or with the panties that she was wearing right then stuffed in his mouth. Her mind started to play through the various scenarios, which unconsciously brought a smile to her face.
When they reached their apartment block, Hannah had made up her mind and took Tom by the hand and led him down in the building's underground parking area. Here each apartment had a car parking space, although Hannah didn't have a car, and a small secure storage room. She opened the padlock, slid back the bolt to open the barred door to her storage room. Inside there was her bike and a few suitcases.
"Sit here," Hannah ordered as confidently as her nerves would let her.
Tom had no idea where this was going, but so far he had enjoyed everything Hannah had done to him, so he played along.
She then unwrapped the old chain that she used to lock her bike from around her saddle. She then looped the chain around one of the building's steel columns and Tom's neck. Finally she took the combination padlock that was hanging on the end of the chain and used it to lock the chain in place. By the time she had finished, Tom was securely chained up and Hannah was shaking again from nervous energy.
"A combination lock, do I have to guess the number?" Tom asked.
"You'll never guess."
"It's your bra size, isn't it?" he joked.
Hannah responded by using the toe of her shoe to press down on his balls.
"Ouch! Sorry."
"Bad boy! For your punishment, you can massage my legs," she said as she lifted her dress up and over his head so that he was inside her dress.
It felt nice to have his head rubbing up against her thighs, but just as importantly, it made sure that he couldn't look at her in that sexy way that made her almost fall apart.
Tom wasn't complaining though, he had had worse punishments. Inside her dress it was warm, soft and fragranced, in fact everything that the storage room wasn't. He started to massage her legs using both his hands and his face. When he reached her butt, he ran his fingertips up inside her black silk underwear.
Tom slowly rubbed his mouth against the front of Hannah's panties and smiled to himself as he heard the inevitable response. He teased her by stopping and starting a few times before gently pulling the material aside and using his lips and tongue on her. He knew exactly what he was doing and by the time he had finished thirty minutes had passed and Hannah was panting.
She stepped backwards so she could see him again and sat down on one of her suitcases. "Wow," she mouthed breathlessly."
"Does that earn me the key to the chastity cage?" he asked hopefully.
