1. Hannah (Pt 2)


    Date: 12/4/2017, Categories: BDSM, Author: AndreaJordan, Source: LushStories

    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 smiled a little self-consciously. 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, pleased with the compliment. 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, ...
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