"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 responses to these types of questions influenced how she behaved. Given how much control she had over him, responses to her questions could be greatly amplified in their effects.
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 thought 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 then 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 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 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, umm, 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 whether he was 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 and 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 handcuffs. 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 an 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 lead 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 that he had 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 back 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.
