Remembering Hannah Part 4 [ Femdom] [Threesome] [Surprises] [Mental Foreplay] [Trans]

I awoke the next morning, and it took me a moment to realize where I was. I wasn’t in my bed, not even my apartment. I was at Hannah and Lacey’s place still. Both were gone, but I could still faintly feel a warmth in the bed next to me. The curtains were open with the blinds shut, filling the room with a gentle glow. The door to the hallway was open, and I could just hear the padding of someone close by moving around.

“Hello?” I called out and heard the quick shuffling of bare feet and Lacey appeared. She was wearing a cut off tee that showed off her flat toned stomach and a pair of purple bikini cut panties.

“Good morning” she grinned. Her blonde wavy hair hung off to the side and the light hit her dimples.

I smiled reflexively. “Good morning.” I looked around and didn’t see my clothes anywhere. “I…”

“We had a good time last night.”

She looked cute standing there, and I got the sense she was nervous about the next few words to come out of my mouth.

I got the sense men had ran out on them before when the afterglow faded. “I did too.”

Her smile widened and the tension in her body released.

“I can’t seem to find my clothes,” I grinned. “Not that I’m wanting to rush out, but… I think I’m naked under this blanket.”

She bit her lip. “Your clothes are in the living room. But I think I like you just the way you are.”

A laugh escaped my lips. “I bet. But I feel a little underdressed at the moment.”

“I can fix that,” Lacey said and in one fluid movement her tee shirt was off exposing her perky nipples.

I felt a twitch beneath the sheet followed by pressure. I pulled back the blanket to see a new cage was locked onto my cock and balls. This one was made of steel hoops. “What?”

Lacey giggled. “Hannah… I guess she’s still worried you’re gonna run off.” Lacey stepped into the room and looked down to get a closer look. “She gave you one that fits. That last one was one of mine. You’re a bit bigger than me.”

I inspected it closely. There wasn’t a padlock. This one had a small built in lock on the side. It didn’t pinch like the last one did, but my balls were still tight and the steel cage surrounded my penis. As long as I stayed flaccid there was plenty of room. But if I got hard…

“You wear one?” I asked.

Without hesitation, Lacey pulled her panties to the side to show me she was in fact wearing a cage too. It was maybe a third of the length of mine. I guess I couldn’t complain.

“Does she make you wear one?”

“No… not anymore.”

“So why?”

Lacey readjusted her purple panties and sauntered over to plop herself on the bed next to me. “At first she would put me in them as part of the play. She likes having the control when it comes to sex. But after a while, I noticed that I liked how it made me feel.” She took a moment to choose her words. “I used to masturbate all the time. At least once a day. When I wore the cage and couldn’t I found it made me hornier and happier. It’s like the chemicals in my brain knew something was different and suddenly the rush I got from masturbating that only lasted minutes stretched on throughout the day. I noticed I began painting again and reading. It made me better.” She smiled. “Plus I like wearing it around like I have a little secret.”

I was blown away by her honesty. I wasn’t thrilled to wake up in a cage again, but honestly I didn’t mind. The sex was amazing and with everything we did the this weekend, I don’t think I’d need to masturbate for a few days. My body needed to recharge. And my ass was feeling sore from two nights of pounding. I suppose I could give it a try. It sounded like Hannah had abandonment issues.

“What are you thinking?” Lacey asked me.

I looked into her eyes and saw something. She was afraid. Hannah was afraid too, which was crazy to imagine. She was so intimidating and in control. She tied me up and fucked my brains out for god sakes. The two nights with her were a mystery. I couldn’t tell if she was the girl with the sweet smile or the dominatrix who loved dealing out punishment. Could she be both? Did her kink for domination scare guys off? When I stayed she thanked me. She was surprised. And in that moment I think I finally saw a glimpse of the real her.

“I’m trying to understand why she chose me. Why you both chose me.” I studied Lacey’s face for any clue and her cheeks reddened in embarrassment. I didn’t think I was capable of that after last night.

“You don’t remember, but… You’ve met us both before,” Lacey began. She paused and rubbed the palms of her hands down her legs. “I went through my transition two years ago… You were working at a different store I used to go to regularly. I had just barely started my hormones and I was awkward. I wasn’t passable back then, but you were always nice to me. You didn’t avoid me like other people did. You always looked me in the eye and smiled. We had a few conversations and I just… It meant a lot to me that you did that. It was a hard time for me then. After a while, the hormones started working, and I came in to see you, but you weren’t there anymore. I thought you’d quit or found something else.”

I searched the recesses of my mind to recall her. I felt terrible, but I barely remembered any of it. I always thought eye contact was important when talking to people. And to be honest, I saw a lot of different people working nights at a liquor store. But.. there was something. “You… used to wear black glasses… and a beanie.” She smiled so wide I knew I’d gotten those details right.

Lacey embraced me in a hug and we stayed that way for a minute. She placed little kisses on my neck and pressed herself into me.

The hairs on the back of my neck stood up, and I felt the cold skin on my back shiver. I suddenly had to adjust myself because my cage was starting to feel tight.

“You too, huh?” She cracked and I sniggered. She gave me one last squeeze and we laid there on the bed for a moment.

Through her explanation, Lacey had told me that I’d met them both before. I remembered Lacey, but now the question formed in my mind. “So… Where did I meet Hannah before? Did she visit the store with you too? I don’t remember seeing her there.”

Peering over at me through a tangle mass of blonde wavy hair, Lacey shook her head. “Nope. I can’t help you. That’s Hannah’s story to tell, and I’m not going to betray her like that. She means too much to me. Plus, she’d get me back. As much as it would hurt her, the girl does love getting you back in bed. I once told an embarrassing story about her at a party and she pegged my ass so hard I was sore for a week.”

“Good to know…” We shared another smile and for a moment connected. “Well… I guess I need to head home. I have a project I need to finish for a class.” I could see disappointment in the back of her eyes. “Are we a… I’m terrible at this, but… Are we?”

Her fingers found mine. “We just are. Hannah put our numbers into your phone. Just text us when you want to come over or talk.”

I nodded. “This may sound silly with everything we did last night, but I’m naked under here,” indicating the blanket.

“Really?” Lacey pulled a corner up to take a peek.

I shook my head. “You said my clothes were in the living room?”

She nodded and her dimples turned up. “Oh, you’re not getting out of this show.”

I flung off the blanket and walked slowly toward the door. My ass was sore, causing me to stagger a bit. As I went around the corner I peered back to catch her staring. I got dressed, said my goodbyes, and left. When I got home I showered and ate, all the while thinking about how my life had changed over the last three days. I felt like overnight I was in a relationship, but with two girls. Two incredibly sexy girls. I had to control my thoughts because each time my thoughts wandered I felt the steel cage bite into me. I had this overwhelming excitement within me wondering where this was going. Relationships like this rarely lasted forever. Or could they?

Hannah was gorgeous and sexy. When she let down her guard I’d catch glimpses of this cute girl that was scared of rejection and was sincerely happy that I chose to stay with her.

Lacey was cute too. She was sincere and I could tell she was a sweetheart who wanted acceptance. Both seemed to need something that I provided them. And I honestly enjoyed being with them. And the sex was earth shattering. I’d never experienced anything like that. I never thought I’d ever… But it was good. I did begin to wonder, how many more surprises could they have in store for me.

I spent the rest of the day in my apartment working on school projects. I had to write a short story for class and for some reason my creativity was on fire. When watching Shaun of the Dead, I got the idea of writing a story about a guy who’s having trouble at work with people avoiding him and in the end I reveal the guy’s a zombie, but completely unaware of his condition.. As far as nights go, it felt pretty normal. Just myself, some music and my laptop.

My phone pinged but I ignored it. A minute later, it pinged twice more. I finished my sentence and checked it.

“Hey, Sweety.”

“Catch you at a bad time?”

The third message was an image. It was of me with Lacey’s dick in my mouth. The blindfold covered enough of my face that I couldn’t be identified by anyone else, but I knew it was me.

I started to panic and checked the number. It wasn’t under Hannah or Lacey. The contact just read, “Your Girls.”

It had to be either Hannah or Lacey, but which one??

I texted back, “Hey, sorry. I was working on something. How many photos did you take that night?”

I waited impatiently. I stared at the pic of my sucking Lacey’s cock and started to get hard. It felt like it was at least fifteen minutes, but eventually I got a response.

“I’ll never tell…”

It was so hard to read texts. If it was playful it was probably Lacey, and if it was meant to make me sweat it was probably Hannah.

“How are you managing with the new cage?”

Honestly… “It’s fine as long as I don’t think about ‘things.'”

“So you probably don’t want me to send you nudes right now.”

Again. Was it playful or meant to torture me. I had to ask. “Who is this? Hannah or Lacey.”

After several minutes of silence I heard another ping.

“You don’t know? Well, I guess that is a part of the fun. You don’t know. It could be one of us. It could be both. I propose a wager.”

Hmmm… that sounded a lot like Hannah. “Okay.”

“Every time you get a text from this number and guess wrong, you get a punishment. But if you guess right, you get a reward this weekend.”

This definitely sounded like Hannah.

“It could be fun. Plus, you’d get a chance to get to know us both a little better.”

And that sounded like Lacey. Shit. Could they both be texting to throw me off? Sneaky. I’ll beat them at their own game.

“I accept your challenge, girls.”

… …

They sent a smiley face back. I took it as an admission that I’d gotten the first test right.

“That’s one reward,” they added.

This *could* be fun, I thought

We played the game off and on for days, and at first I was horrible at it. The second conversation was later that night. I thought it was Hannah for sure, but it was Lacey. I found out she could be playful. The next morning I was greeted and thought it was Lacey again. It was Hannah. It turns out she’s a morning person and has an early yoga class on Mondays. Around lunch, I had another conversation and I really couldn’t tell. I chose Hannah again, but it was Lacey. I learned that she worked in an office Mondays through Fridays.

Each time I learned more about them, but I kept getting my guesses wrong. Around five I got another message asking me what kind of music I liked. By this point they had a pattern so I chose Hannah, but it was Lacey again.

Before bed I received a good night text that was playful but sweet. I chose Lacey, but it turns out Hannah had a soft side. We’d talked about family and it turns out she had a great relationship with her grandmother growing up.

By Tuesday morning I was one for six. And I started to worry. I tried paying close attention each time they texted. In the morning I guessed correctly that it was Hannah because she’s the morning person. Lacey likes to sleep in.

Around lunch I got it wrong. We talked about my story I wrote and it turns out Hannah was a book nerd. She admitted that growing up she always wore giant glasses, but got lasik as a graduation gift.

Around six, I got it wrong another time. The texts were venting about work and dealing with assholes. It sounded like Hannah, angry that she didn’t have total control at work, but it turns out Lacey wasn’t always cheerful. She had bad days like the rest of us.

Around bedtime, I assumed it was Hannah again, but it was Lacey. She’d had a drink and calmed down. I learned she got really horny when drinking and liked to talk dirty. She got me so hot and bothered I had to take a cold shower.

I was now two in nine. As much as I was enjoying learning about the girls I was beginning to wonder if I’d ever walk again after this weekend.

Wednesday morning I knew it was Hannah again. She was going to the gym for an early morning workout. Lacey was thin and toned like a dancer, but Hannah looked like she hit the gym often. She had a nicely curved ass from doing squats and a look of strength to her. Think Salli Richardson in her twenties.

I decided to switch things up and text the number just before lunch. There was nothing in the rules that said I couldn’t initiate the conversations.

“Hey, I just got out of classes for the day and was thinking about you. I was wondering how your day was going.”

… ….

“Hey. It’s nice to hear from you. I was just heading out to lunch. Want to meet up?”

Not a whole lot to go off of… damn.

“Yeah, where do you want to eat?”

“You decide.”

Hannah didn’t strike me as the type to be indecisive. Unless this was a test. Lacey was more easy going…

“How about Chen’s on Locust in twenty minutes?”

“It’s a date.”

A date… It had to be Lacey.

Twenty minutes later, I walked in to see Hannah standing there. My mouth fell open and she immediately laughed a little.

“You thought it was her, didn’t you?” There was a twinkle in her eyes I hadn’t seen before. She was happy. She was enjoying the game.

“No… I..” Her expression started to turn stern and I remembered the rules. No lying. “Yeah. Yeah…”

She laughed. “You’re so screwed.”

“Yeah, well… I took the initiative today.” It was meant to sound confident but fell short.

Hannah had a beautiful smile. Her cheeks perked up and her eyes shined as she stared into me. “You did… Bravo. I like that.”

I locked eyes with her and she did the unexpected. She blushed. Just a little bit.

We found a table and ordered our food. There was a moment of silence that started to feel a little awkward so I just broke it.

“I have to say it, I am really… doing louzy at this game.” I got her to laugh and that was it.

“Yeah,” she sniggered. “I guess you just don’t know us very well.”

“Yet,” I added and she smiled again. “And I am learning fast.”

She cocked a grin. “Really, do tell.”

I stared at her for a moment and drank her in. “You… are a morning person.”

She nodded.

“You love working out. You’re close to your family. Your grandmother is your hero. You like to have total control in the bedroom and in general most of the time. But you like not having to decide everything. Some days you just want to relax, smile and enjoy the day. You get nervous, but don’t show it. You’re strong, and I don’t mean physically or just in bed. You know what you want and you go for it.”

While I spoke, Hannah kept her eyes on me, but as soon as I finished she looked away and blushed again. Slightly. “And Lacey?”

I jumped back in to take the focus off of her. “She’s cute, funny, and a bit of a dork.” We both chuckled. “She works in an office at a vet because she loves animals. She smiles a lot and is usually very perky, but she’s human. She has bad days. She likes to cap off the evening with a drink, *and* she can get drunk.”

“Oh, yeah.” Hannah laughed. “You have been paying attention. What else have you learned?”

I paused for a second in thought. “She had a rough childhood. At least life before transition was hard for her. People weren’t always kind to her. And that hurt a lot.” I saw Hannah silently nodding. “She’s been let down by people before. You both have.” I looked up to see Hannah was no longer smiling. Her face went blank for a moment and I noticed a visible change in her demeanor. She wasn’t relaxed anymore, she was taking control.

We ate our food and made small talk for a bit.

“I’m sorry if I said something that hurt…”

“You didn’t,” she interrupted. “I just… I just didn’t think I’d shown that much.”

She was embarrassed. She’d let her mask slip and I spotted it. Apologizing again would only piss her off. “Well, it doesn’t help that I can read minds,” I joked. I pointed to a young guy ordering across the room. “Him. Big Swift fan.”

She looked over my shoulder to look at him and squinted. “What gave it away.”

“He’s got earbuds in and been bobbing his head to the lyrics ‘shake it off'”.

She snorted as she attempted to drink her water.

“I’m serious,” I laughed. “It took everything for him not to open his mouth at the ‘yeeeahhh’ part.”

She threw her napkin at me. “You’re terrible.”

I smiled. “No… just observant. Writing as a kid… I didn’t really have a lot of friends, so I wrote stories, made them up. I had to learn a lot about people to get them right.”

A caught her thinking and reevaluating me in her mind as she chewed.

The rest of the lunch went on fairly uneventful, until I got a text from their number. I immediately responded back, “Hello, Lacey.”

… …

“Damn. How’d you know?”

I showed Hannah and she grabbed my phone laughing. She typed a response back quickly and sent it.

As soon as she handed it back to me I nearly choked as I read it.

She had texted Lacey, “Because I’m currently balls deep in her right now.”

… …

“You’re having lunch together aren’t you?”

I showed Hannah and we both burst into tears.

“We can’t pull one on her,” I beamed.

As we said our goodbyes, Hannah gave me a hug and kissed my cheek.

“This was fun.” She leaned into my ear and whispered. “But you better rest that ass of yours because I’m going to wreck that hole come this weekend.”

My mouth dropped open as she squeezed my ass before walking away.

The score was three and ten. I needed to win more and fast.

I didn’t receive another text until later that evening. I quickly decided it was Lacey again. We hadn’t spoken much that day and she rambled a lot. I realized I was filling the role of boyfriend for two women, and now I was Lacey’s. I who she talked about her day with. She hadn’t been drinking, but she’d had a good day and wanted to tell me about it. Another tell it was her was that she was trying to talk about her job without mentioning pets or doctors. It made it too obvious.

When I received a good night text around the same time as before I knew it was Hannah. The girl had a schedule during the week, and she went to sleep around eleven so she could be up by six to workout.

I had made a comeback with the score being five to ten. But I still had three more days to go. Our challenge didn’t end until Saturday night.

I didn’t get a text the next morning. I figured Hannah didn’t want to give me another point. Instead, my first text didn’t until the afternoon.

“How are you holding up today?”

I didn’t really know how to respond. “I’m fine. Just got out of class.”

“Has anyone noticed your cage? You have a pretty nice bulge even without it.”

Things suddenly got tight. “I’m trying to be productive, getting things done at school. Just trying to keep my mind busy.

“Hmmm… send me a pic later?”

I had no clue which one was texting, but I made a guess.”

“I promise I will, Lacey.” I held my breath as I waited.

“Call me Mistress Hannah.”

*Fuck.* I made sure to send her a picture as soon as I got home. Partly because I was horny, but also I didn’t want to disobey her as our day got closer.

I posed in front of the mirror in my bathroom and did a side profile to get the full effect.

Minutes later, I got a response. It was a clapping emoji followed by a whistle. Before I could guess another response popped up.

“Both of us approve.”

That night, I spoke to both of them over the phone, the challenge on pause. We just talked, the three of us, and it was refreshing to see that we could all just chat about stuff and it was relaxed. We talked about our experiences in college, our likes and dislikes on music, television, and foods. I got to know them casually and when we said goodnight it was sweet.

When I woke up Friday morning, the cease fire was over. I had a series of texts. All of which were images of Hannah and Lacey kissing. As I slipped through the images, I noticed more clothing was disappearing. It ended with a shot of both of their lower bodies naked under a bedsheet.

I ran to the shower, my cock was swelling up and my balls were seriously ready to break out of this cage. The cold water not only helped my shrink back down, but now I was really awake for the day.

I didn’t have classes on Friday so I had time to relax. I was playing a game when my phone pinged.

“Good morning :)”

“Good morning to you.”

“Did you enjoy the present we left you?”

She had to have meant the images. “I did, and then I gave my balls an ice bath.”

“LoL. You really should spend the night more often. You miss out on a lot of the fun.”

It started getting tight again. “I don’t know if I could handle that in a cage.”

“I suppose we could take it off.”

*That was an option?!* “I could come over tonight?”

There was a long wait before the next message appeared. “I can’t tonight. But tomorrow we’ll cash in our points and have some real fun.”

“I can’t wait.”

“I gotta go. Tell me which one I am?”

Dammit… she didn’t sound dominating. It was playful. She was teasing me. I texted, “Lacey?”

“That’s one more point for us I’m afraid. You may want to buy some lube today if you’re running low.”

Fuck… Five to Twelve.

I went to work that night and it was pretty usual. It was a Friday, but it was a small place tucked away just off a main street. With only regulars coming in I ran the place by myself. I’d had a couple of rushes, but around nine I was surprised to see Lacey walk in.

“Hey, stranger.” Her dimples made her look both mischievous and adorable.

We kissed, and being the only ones in the store hugged for a long moment. We’d texted every day, but we hadn’t seen each other all week long. She smelled of vanilla and I breathed it in. It was a pleasant change for the old store.

“I didn’t think I’d see you till tomorrow.” I smiled, letting her know she was a pleasant surprise.

“Well, I was on my way home and I wanted to see you first.”

“I’m glad you stopped by.” We kissed and I felt our chastity cages *clink* together.

Lacey smiled. I’ve been wearing mine the last couple days. I swear if I don’t have sex with you soon I’m going to lose my mind.”

I felt the steel rings of my cage press in around my cock. “I know the feeling.”

Lacey placed her hand on my crotch. “Poor baby… it’s been six days. The seventh is the worst.”

I bit my cheek. *Good to know…* we walked back closer to the counter and talked for a while. At one point, Lacey unzipped her coat to reveal underneath she was only wearing a black sheer bra. Her nipples were hard and she bit her lip as I stared.

When we heard a customer come in she quickly zipped up and that was the end of the tease. Customers came and went and after that our conversations were less about sex and more about getting to know each other better.

“I still can’t believe you remembered me from two years ago. I was so different back then.”

I didn’t really have any excuse other than she was one of the few trans people I had met.

“Have you figured out when you met Hannah yet?”

I had been racking my brain all week and I still had no idea. I looked to Lacey for a clue but she steadfastly refused. “If I gave it away, Hannah would have my…” As a customer walked by Lacey silently pointed down.

“It doesn’t help that she’s so guarded a lot of the time. You told me about you and I remembered you then. I’m trying to think where we would have met. Maybe a party. but I rarely ever go out. I’ve been to like three in the last two years and one was a Halloween party. Everyone was in costume except for myself.”

Lacey looked shocked. “You went to a Halloween party and didn’t dress up?”

I shook my head. “It was after work. I’d just gotten off and hadn’t planned it. I sort of just got invited last minute.”

“Oh,” is all she said.

I started to wonder if that meant something. Had Hannah been there. Did I talk to her? I didn’t remember. I felt so awkward and out of place there and I only talked to a few people…

“I’ll figure her out.”

“Keep trying. It’ll come to you,” Lacey smiled. “And on that note, I have to go. I gotta prepare for tomorrow night.” She gave me a kiss and started toward the exit.

“Prepare for what?” I called.

She just laughed. “You’ll see.” And she left.

All night after that, I found my mind coming back to what she’d said. I couldn’t stop wondering what they were planning. Was I up to it? A week ago, I couldn’t imagine how they’d top our last sexual adventure. Now, I didn’t doubt their ability. I just embraced it as a reality that they were both full of surprises.

I awoke the next morning, and got around. It was pretty normal, but what was odd was that I hadn’t received any texts. Not one before lunch and none before work. I was supposed to head over to their place after work, and as the night wore on I found myself getting more and more worked up. I felt the steel cage compress against me every time I thought about them. My balls were full of a week’s worth of cum and my sack was swollen to almost twice it’s normal size. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d gone this long without cumming. Probably never.

Midnight eventually came and I swear I have never closed up faster before in my life. I raced to my car and drove straight over to their place. I took a second to steady my breath and calm myself down. I let my chest relax and walked nervously to their door. Again, it felt weird. I hadn’t gotten any texts the whole day. I knocked twice and waited

I wasn’t prepared for what I saw. My eyes started at her feet and worked their way up. Lacey had on thigh high leather boots with metal eyelets going all the way up, a black leather mini skirt and a shiny black corset.Her eyes were smokey and her hair was pulled up and back into a… ponytail. She must have added extensions for the look. She’d gone all out.

Lacey pulled me in forcefully, flung the door shut and commanded, “Hurry up, and get undressed.” Before I could respond she cracked my ass with a crop whip and I flinched. Her expression didn’t match her tone. She still had her kind eyes and she mouthed the word, “sorry.” Before I could say a word she slipped a note into my hand. “Strip! Mistress Hannah is waiting.”

I fumbled with the note opening it.

It read, “Accidentally let it slip that you don’t remember her. She was really upset and now she looks pissed. I’m really sorry.”

*Oh shit…* She was hurt, angry and I was about to be punished.

Lacey started undoing my pants as I took off my shirt. She ripped down my boxer briefs and gave my caged cock a light kiss… as if to say goodbye.

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