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.
