I
escape.”
“I’d like to
see you try...”
Tom took the
bait, rolled on to his front and struggled to his feet. Hannah sat
on the rug laughing as he hobbled off as quickly as the four inch
ankle chain would allow. She jumped up and even running like a
girl, quickly overtook him and stood blocking his way, her hands on
her hips.
“Nice try, but
I’m afraid attempted escape carried serious penalties.”
Tom smiled and
raised his eyebrows suggestively as Hannah unzipped his fly.
However, unfortunately for Tom, all she did was take hold of his
chastity cage and use it to lead him back to the house. Despite his
stronger physique, he had no choice but to follow every move made
by the slim five seven brunette.
“Still
thinking of escape?”
They looked at
each other as she slowly led him back to the house and down to the
basement. Hannah watched the muscular athlete hobble slowly and
helplessly behind her. Tom, meanwhile, was focused on Hannah’s cute
butt moving in her pink shorts. He wanted to bury his face between
her cheeks, but no doubt that would happen soon enough.
Why had he
been so tired earlier? He would give anything to make love to her
again right now, but he knew she wouldn’t allow that. But then when
they had made love, it was the thought of her leading him to the
dungeon that had run around his mind. Would Hannah remove his cage
and release his hands so that he could have some relief? No chance
he thought, she always ensured he saved himself for her.
Tom hobbled
into the cell.
“Kneel
down.”
Hannah was
once again aroused by the dark, dusty feel of the cellar and its
solid brick walls and ceilings. To make sure she didn’t fall for
the urge of making love to him again, she quickly left the cell and
padlocked the barred door behind her. She tucked the key into the
front pocket of her shorts and then walked back and forth admiring
her beloved prisoner.
Tom watched
her perfect figure through the bars, knowing that it was now
hopelessly out of reach.
“How does it
feel to be in there?”
“With you the
other side of the bars in those shorts, fantastic.”
Hannah smiled,
this was gorgeous.
“Can I touch
you?”
“No,” she
replied.
“Anyway, I
have to drive into town for some food, I hope you won’t miss
me.”
“Not at all I
may go for a run.”
Hannah’s stern
role play face broke into a smile.
“Sure, you can
hobble around your six foot cell all you want.”
“Given that
you can’t keep your hands off me, I’ll be out before you know
it.”
The stern look
was back, “Oh didn’t I mention that I’ve sentenced you to thirty
years imprisonment. In fact I won’t even unlock your cell until
three decades have passed.”
Even though he
knew she was joking, the thought of spending a big chunk of his
life in the cell sent a shiver down Tom’s spine, although not
necessarily a shiver of fear. He thought about how Hannah could buy
the house and keep him there forever. There really would be nothing
he could do about it.
“You can have
your phone while I’m gone,” Hannah said, her attempt at a stern
expression somewhat at odds with her cute little shorts and t-shirt
and her tendency to giggle.
“This is the
phone that you have locked so that the only person I can call is
you?”
“That’s right
sweetheart.”
“And this is
the phone that you use to send me provocative photos of your body
so that I get even more frustrated that I’m locked in a cage?”
“Maybe...”
“You keep
it.”
Hannah thought
about this for a moment. What if there was an emergency and he
needed help. Tom knew what she was thinking.
“Hannah, you
have me shackled in a cage, what sort of trouble can I possibly get
in to?”
She walked up
to the bars and they kissed. Then without a word, she turned on her
heels and left. Tom watched her climb the stair and leave the
house. He then watched as her sandals walked past the heavy grill
and then, within half a second, were gone. The car started
escape.”
“I’d like to
see you try...”
Tom took the
bait, rolled on to his front and struggled to his feet. Hannah sat
on the rug laughing as he hobbled off as quickly as the four inch
ankle chain would allow. She jumped up and even running like a
girl, quickly overtook him and stood blocking his way, her hands on
her hips.
“Nice try, but
I’m afraid attempted escape carried serious penalties.”
Tom smiled and
raised his eyebrows suggestively as Hannah unzipped his fly.
However, unfortunately for Tom, all she did was take hold of his
chastity cage and use it to lead him back to the house. Despite his
stronger physique, he had no choice but to follow every move made
by the slim five seven brunette.
“Still
thinking of escape?”
They looked at
each other as she slowly led him back to the house and down to the
basement. Hannah watched the muscular athlete hobble slowly and
helplessly behind her. Tom, meanwhile, was focused on Hannah’s cute
butt moving in her pink shorts. He wanted to bury his face between
her cheeks, but no doubt that would happen soon enough.
Why had he
been so tired earlier? He would give anything to make love to her
again right now, but he knew she wouldn’t allow that. But then when
they had made love, it was the thought of her leading him to the
dungeon that had run around his mind. Would Hannah remove his cage
and release his hands so that he could have some relief? No chance
he thought, she always ensured he saved himself for her.
Tom hobbled
into the cell.
“Kneel
down.”
Hannah was
once again aroused by the dark, dusty feel of the cellar and its
solid brick walls and ceilings. To make sure she didn’t fall for
the urge of making love to him again, she quickly left the cell and
padlocked the barred door behind her. She tucked the key into the
front pocket of her shorts and then walked back and forth admiring
her beloved prisoner.
Tom watched
her perfect figure through the bars, knowing that it was now
hopelessly out of reach.
“How does it
feel to be in there?”
“With you the
other side of the bars in those shorts, fantastic.”
Hannah smiled,
this was gorgeous.
“Can I touch
you?”
“No,” she
replied.
“Anyway, I
have to drive into town for some food, I hope you won’t miss
me.”
“Not at all I
may go for a run.”
Hannah’s stern
role play face broke into a smile.
“Sure, you can
hobble around your six foot cell all you want.”
“Given that
you can’t keep your hands off me, I’ll be out before you know
it.”
The stern look
was back, “Oh didn’t I mention that I’ve sentenced you to thirty
years imprisonment. In fact I won’t even unlock your cell until
three decades have passed.”
Even though he
knew she was joking, the thought of spending a big chunk of his
life in the cell sent a shiver down Tom’s spine, although not
necessarily a shiver of fear. He thought about how Hannah could buy
the house and keep him there forever. There really would be nothing
he could do about it.
“You can have
your phone while I’m gone,” Hannah said, her attempt at a stern
expression somewhat at odds with her cute little shorts and t-shirt
and her tendency to giggle.
“This is the
phone that you have locked so that the only person I can call is
you?”
“That’s right
sweetheart.”
“And this is
the phone that you use to send me provocative photos of your body
so that I get even more frustrated that I’m locked in a cage?”
“Maybe...”
“You keep
it.”
Hannah thought
about this for a moment. What if there was an emergency and he
needed help. Tom knew what she was thinking.
“Hannah, you
have me shackled in a cage, what sort of trouble can I possibly get
in to?”
She walked up
to the bars and they kissed. Then without a word, she turned on her
heels and left. Tom watched her climb the stair and leave the
house. He then watched as her sandals walked past the heavy grill
and then, within half a second, were gone. The car started
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