Remembering Hannah Part 6 [ Femdom] [Threesome] [BDSM] [Torture] [CBT] [Trans]

If you’ve been reading this far, let me know what you think of the series. I’m debating whether or not to keep it going or let it rest here for a bit. Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoy the next part of Remembering Hannah.

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“Any final words?” Hannah joked.

My heart was pounding now as I thought. I was intimidated sure, but I strangely trusted that these girls wouldn’t ignore me if I begged them to stop. As the thought passed through my mind, I noticed Hannah’s wicked grin fade. It was almost as if she were reading my thoughts.

Her eyes softened ever so slightly, but her stance remained imposing. She was still in control. Hannah leaned in toward me and cocked an eyebrow. “Do we need a safe word?”

I thought silently and nodded.

Hannah placed her hand gently on the back of my head, her fingers caressing my neck. “If you want to stop, just say ‘red’ and we’ll stop. If you need us to slow down, say ‘mercy’, okay?” She looked into my eyes and nodded to make sure I understood.

I nodded again, “Thank you.” I closed my eyes and lowered my head. I heard the crease of Hannah’s leggings stretch as she stood.

“Thank you, Mistress Hannah, you mean?”

I winced at my mistake. The pause was over, and the game was back on. My eyes closed, I helplessly restrained with my ass up, and Lacey never stopped probing my mouth with the tan dildo. I heard a ‘click’ and felt the head of the black attachment press into me. Hannah had to apply more lube and pressed the head into me again, and for a second I thought there was no way it would fit. I was wrong. Just when I relaxed, thinking it wasn’t going to happen, I felt the head ‘pop’ in. My jaw fell slack and I felt Lacey’s toy hit the back of my throat.

“Oh!” She giggled. “I believe we have lift off,” she said as she sped up her pumping. With my shock and the fullness that came with it, she was able to tap the back of my throat rhymically now.

I felt it slide in a couple more inches and slowly wiggle it’s way out. There was a pause, and when it returned I felt the cold tingle of more lube being added.

Hannah smacked my ass with a chuckle. “Here it comes!”

The beast slid back in and kept going, and then went some more. “Ohmph!” I exhaled, feeling the air in my body rush out from the pressure.” It finally hit the back of something and I was pushed forward. My chest tightened and I couldn’t breath. The pressure of being filled up was so intense I forgot how. And then, just as it had entered, it slid out and I began gasping for air.

“Breathe through it,” Lacey coaxed as she removed the toy.

I took another breath and it returned, sliding back in all the way slowly.

Hannah’s heels clicked as she sashayed her way back in front of me. “I have to see this,” she chided. She held in her hand a little black box with a dial.

As my eyes stared at her hands, I felt the massive dildo slide back out and press back into me again. With each plunge, I felt myself open up more to accommodate it’s massive girth. As the tip pressed firmly into me I felt myself squirm and let out a small whimper.

Hannah grinned at Lacey. “I wonder what happens if I do this?” She made a show of her nimble fingers as she slowly turned the dial slightly.

The machine immediately sped up, causing the foot long cock to slide out faster and ram me again and again. Each second, I felt its full length force its way into me only to retreat again. I groaned much to the girls delight.

“Mmm Maybe a bit more,” Lacey grinned widely. She reached out and gave the nob another slight adjustment and again the machine sped faster.

With each thrust, I felt myself loosening and the fast pace of the thrusts began to take on a new sensation. I felt a weight in my balls grow and dick began to feel heavy. I could imagine it semi erect and dripping off the edge of the saw horse I was straddling. My groans turned into moans and when I looked up I saw Hannah was kissing Lacey.

Their arms were wrapped around each other as they made out in front of me. Hannah snaked her tongue into Lacey’s waiting mouth causing her eyes to flutter. My head fell forward, and I caught sight of Lacey’s hand trailing down Hannah’s black shiny tights. Her fingers moved rapidly, matching the pace of the machine.

I felt the cock hit a spot that made my eyes roll, and then it hit again. I let out a sound I can’t describe and when my eyes looked up again, I saw Hannah was looking down at me as Lacey sucked on her neck.

Hannah gave me a quick wink with her dark lashes. And then she turned the dial a full half rotation and dropped the box to the floor.

The machine went from a rhythmic thrusting into a full speed whirlwind of powerful violent thrusts. The massive member slid in and out of my hole faster than I could comprehend. Each thrust felt like it owned me, and I let out a series of gasps and moans. I couldn’t control myself at that moment. I was so wrapped up in the wave of never ending thrusts that I couldn’t form words. I was being pounded over and over again. The weight in my dick pulled more and more and suddenly I felt a shock of orgasms rush over me as I wriggled and squirmed. It didn’t even occur to me to use our safe words. In truth, I couldn’t remember them. I was unable to speak, just wail. I lost track of time, but when the machine finally slowed I felt my body go limp as my body was draped over the saw horse. My heart was racing and my lungs were fighting to catch up.

“I told you, you’d like it,” Lacey squealed. “He didn’t even need his safe word, Mistress.”

Hannah ran her fingers through my hair, “yes, I see that.” She leaned back behind me. “Did you enjoy yourself, slave?”

I was breathing too hard to speak, but when I tried to answer her my head just wobbled in all directions before collapsing again.

“That kind of performance deserves an early reward, “ Lacey proudly stated as she grabbed the sides of my face and pressed her lips to mine.

Her kiss sent me floating. She smelled like sex and vanilla, and tasted of Hannah. My eyes still closed. I could feel my body being freed, and slowly the monster dong was pulled from me. My head was still reeling from all the sensations – from Lacey’s kiss, to my drizzling cock, to the muscles in my ass slowly closing back together. I was nearly half asleep when I heard the unmistakable sound of the wheel turning again.

The ticking of the wheel echoed in my mind as it twirled in circles. My vision blurred from sweat, but Lacey kindly wiped it from my eye. Her beautifully small but perky pale chest was thrusted in my face. I stared at her modest cleavage as the fog in my mind slowly began to clear. I watched as Lacey turned to look at the wheel and her eyebrows rose. “Huh..” She smiled. “You get to lay down for this one.”

I turned to see the small arrow pointing down on the word “edge.”

Edge? I was such a noob to all of this…

“Stand up, Slave,” Hannah commanded.

I struggled to slide off of the saw horse and immediately felt pins and needles attack my legs and feet.

She pointed at the ground with her crop whip. “Come here.”

I tried to take a step but my legs were shaking and tingly as I stumbled. I jumped as I felt Lacey’s hand slap my bare ass.

“O, Mistress Hannah,” she giggled. “I think we fucked him so hard he can’t walk.”

Hannah grinned, “Fucked him so hard he couldn’t talk either.” She gave her whip a few cracks across her palm to silently tell me I needed to hustle.

I managed to stagger further until I almost fell, but Hannah reached out and caught me. “Thank you,” I managed to mumble. Together, Hannah and Lacey helped lift me to my feet and walked me over to the chair in the corner. The fabric felt rough against my ass still sore from their hands and paddles. As I settled myself, I tried to read Hannah’s expression. I could tell she was still hurt, but she was running on instinct. As long as she had control of the situation, control of me, I couldn’t hurt her. But I had…

“Look at those balls, Lace.” Hannah kept her eyes on Lacey. “They look full.”

“They do, Mistress Hannah.” Wearing a sweet and not so innocent smile, Lacey nonchalantly took my dick in her hand. “What do you think we should do about them?”

Hannah forced her lips together in thought. “Hmmm… Well, I suppose we COULD play a game.”

The sexy cute blonde batted her eyes. “A game?” She began stroking me very slowly. “What kind of game, Mistress Hannah?” Hannah stalked her way back over to the table, and while her back was turned Lacey began jerking my dick up and down quickly, only to slow back down as Hannah returned with her phone.

Hannah snapped a quick photo and the flash blinded me. Her lips widened as she drank in the image. “Saving that for later.” After a few taps, she spun the phone around to show us both. But what we saw wasn’t the picture of us. It was her phone’s stopwatch. “I’m going to set the phone for thirty seconds. You,” Hannah said pointing at me. “You sit on your hands. If they come out,” she raised her crop. “Your balls are mine. Got it?”

I quickly nodded as the whip flung up and the room filled with the girls giggling. Hannah leaned over and whispered into Lacey’s ear something I couldn’t make out, but I watched as Lacey’s dimples became more pronounced. They exchanged a few more whispers, and when they looked back to me they both frowned at my now limp dick.

Hannah sighed. “You know Lace, since you’re down there you might as well get more comfortable.”

She cocked her head back, her white teeth shining. “That’s a great idea, Mistress Hannah.” With both hands cupping the sides of her breasts, Lacey pushed inward, smooshing her tits even closer together and releasing the hooks of her corset. As she slowly pulled her hands back the leather binding fell to the floor and her nipples, now exposed to the air, grew hard.

I felt a twinge and my dick perked up as if to look at her tits too. But it still didn’t seem to have the effect the girls were expecting.

Hannah bit her lip and then pressed her two voluptuous tits together, mimicking Lacey and removing her own corset. As her sexy top fell my eyes drank her in. She leaned forward, seductively putting her lips to my ear and breathed heavily. The sensation of her hot breath running down my ear sent shivers down my spine and cock shot to attention.

Lacey cackled, “Bingo!”

Hannah pulled back to see the result of her little tease and her eyes shot me a look I’d seen before. It was a look of pride and confidence. A look that had brought men before me to their knees. At that moment, I was hers and she knew it. She stood tall and held her phone toward her.

“How long?” Lacey asked.

Hannah smiled devilishly and shook her head. “I’ll let you know.”

Lacey’s shoulders bounced up and up as she wiggled with excitement. “You’re so bad.” And with that Lacey pushed me back into the chair. “You sit.” She grabbed a bottle of lube, squirted a liberal amount into her hand and began coating my cock.

My eyes instantly rolled back as I sunk deeply into the seat. Both of her hands wrapped around me and swirled as they slid up along my shaft.

“You have a beautiful cock, you know?” Lacey weaved her fingers around the length of my skin playfully. “I think I could just play with it for hours…”

I began to breathe more heavily and uttered an, “hhhmmmm.”

Her hands started to squeeze more firmly and her pace began to pick up gradually. “I bet you’ve got a huge load in there for me.” She squeezed my balls gently and gave them a little pat. She giggled as I nodded back to her. She began stroking faster as my hips began to rise.

“Time!” Hannah called out and everything stopped.

The whimper escaped my mouth faster than my eyes could open, and when they did Lacey was sitting back smiling along with Hannah. I looked back and forth between them both blinking.

“I think he understands the game now.”

Her mischievous grin betrayed her angelic eyes as she looked up toward Hannah. “But Mistress Hannah, he was almost there…” She cackled and nearly doubled over laughing.

Frustrated, my balls cried out for relief as my dick bobbed helplessly. “Please…” I whispered between labored breaths. “Please…”

“Please?” Hannah leaned in and raised her crop whip menacingly, causing me to flinch. But to my surprise she reclaimed her height and smiled. “Alright.” And with another silent command, Lacey went back to work stroking my shaft slowly.

The tension in my body instantly began to fade and an overwhelming sense of joy swept in like that first few seconds after entering a warm bath. I went slack as her fingers slid my meat between them. Lacey rocked her head side to side humming as she worked, and I imagined her as a sadistic princess torturing men while little fuzzy woodland creatures gathered around her. Hannah was the dark sorceress you desperately hoped you could turn to the light. I felt the pressure begin to build and the muscles in my pelvis began to contract. I was almost there.

“Time,” Hannah commanded and the pleasure left my body.

Lacey just sat there, legs tucked under her as her perky breasts bounced with excitement. “He was close that time, Mistress. His balls are so full they’re swollen.”

“Are they?” Hannah feigned sympathy as she bent over to have a look. She used the tip of her crop whip to lift my sack and give it a little jiggle. “No, there’s still room for more.” She gave Lacey a playful tap on her ass with the whip. “Again.”

My whimpers were ignored as Lacey began stroking me again. She gave me a quick wink and started stroking faster. My breathing immediately picked up and the muscles in my abdomen began tensing with each inhale. Her speed increased and I cried out a little. She pressed a knuckle into my perineum and I squirmed.

“I’m gonna…” My fingers dug into the cushion underneath me and… she stopped. The wave of overwhelming sensations faded quickly and was replaced with a dull ache that made me beg for more. “Don’t… stop… please…”

Both of the girls laughed at my reaction. Hannah had her hands on her knees for support as she turned grinning at Lacey. “He still had 9 seconds.”

Lacey shrugged. “I’m not done with him. And we still have one more spin.”

Hannah stood and smiled over my writhing body. She looked back at the wheel and gave Lacey an enthusiastic grin. “Would you like the honors?”

“Yes, please!” Lacey popped up to her feet, giving me a shot of her tight naked body bouncing in front of me. She was currently only wearing her leather high heeled boots and a skimpy black thong that could no longer hide her erection. Her ass swayed as she rushed to the wheel and gave it one last enthusiastic tug.

The wheel twirled around clicking and a moment later it settled on the word, “press.” And judging by Hannah’s eyes this particular punishment was one of her choosing. Her dark smokey eyes flashed down at me with a devilish smirk..

“What’s that?” I asked. “What does that mean?”

“Ohhh…. Don’t Worry.” Hannah placed her palms on the arms of my chair and leaned in till her lips for just inches from my own. Her fiery eyes pulled me in as her hot sultry breath made my nipples harden. “You’re going to find out.” Her lips found their way to my left ear as she rested a knee on the seat of the chair and slowly pressed it into my balls. My eyes were entranced by her heavenly cleavage as it lined up with my nose. “Right…” Hannah sucked my lobe giving me tingles. “Now…”

The word had a weight to it and as it reverberated down my spine and into my loins she backed away taking her warmth with her. I watched her hips sway in pace with the click of her heels and she was back to the torturous trunk.

Lacey surprised me as she moved up to the chair and settled into my lap facing me. Her weight trapped my hands underneath me and she sank deeper down. Her bare cheeks nuzzled and pushed my throbbing cock outward. “Don’t get too comfortable.” She leaned forward and her scent enveloped me. She smelled amazing, and as she leaned closer my heart nearly skipped a beat.

The teasing… The week long entrapment, the nude pictures, the game, and all of tonight made me want to ravage them both. I wanted to grab Lacey, push her into the chair and pound her as she cried out for more. I wanted to taste Hannah as her legs trembled around me and begged me not to stop. But what I wanted more than anything was to explode. I wanted to paint them both with my cum and watch as their eyes lit up as stream after stream released. I imagined flood gates releasing in a full minute orgasm that left me spent and weaken. I wanted them to surround me with their naked bodies as we slept and I dreamed of fucking them again and again.

A hand on my balls ripped me from my dream, and Lacey’s gorgeous playful smile sucked me in as her palm cradled them. She grabbed the back of my head, pulling it in toward her chest, and whispered in my ear, “I hope you aren’t too attached to those.”

My eyes went wide as she pulled back and I could see she too was enjoying these punishments.

That’s when Hannah returned with something behind her back. “Got the straps ready?”

Before I had time to register her meaning, I felt Lacey dig into the chair along my sides. She pulled out from behind the seat cushion two black straps. “”Relax,” she demanded as she pulled my arms further back and tightened one strap just above my elbows. The velcro only took seconds to get wrapped around me, but they were secure. Lacey gave me a wet kiss, her fingernails scratching up and along my scalp. I closed my eyes as her tongue probed my mouth, and just as I tried to return the effort she slipped backward out of the chair and moved around behind me.

I instinctively started to pull against the restraints and Hannah raised her leg to plant a heavy leather boot inches from my crotch. I stopped immediately and Lacey gave something a powerful tug. The restraints jerked back back deeper into the seat of the chair as my head dragged down the back rest. What little slack there was in the straps was gone, and for what felt like the hundredth time that night I was bound.

Hannah revealed the new device to my punishment. “Say hello to your final punishment for this evening.” In her hands was what looked like two square pieces of clear hard plastic with a hole cut out in the center. She brought the two pieces forward, and slipped my balls through the hole of the first sheet one by one. As they passed through I felt a pinch of pressure. Next, she forced me dick through, and then passed it through the second sheet. My cock stood out, but was quickly falling limb as the two cold clear sheets pressed against my sack from both sides.

With the two sheets together now, encasing my balls, I noticed that there were clean cut holes on each corner of both sheets. My chest began to expand and contract rapidly as I felt chills go up my spine. They were met by the warm breath of Lacey who stood behind me gripping my shoulders. My instincts were confused, telling me to run, but my body remained prone – my arms were secured at the elbow allowing my hands to just touch the very edge of my waist.

Next, Hannah slipped a long bolt through the holes on one corner. “Is tonight everything you wished for, Scott?” Hannah tightened the bolt down with a wingnut like the humbler and moved on to the next corner.

I understood now. As she tightened the wing nuts on each side, the two thick plastic sheets slowly closed in on me. As I stared down at my two precious jewels I felt like an adventurer stuck in a trap with the walls closing in on him, but I didn’t see myself being able to slide through a crack and escape. I was tied down, and she was tightening a third wingnut.

While all this was happening, I felt Lacey rubbing my chest in circles as she stood behind the chair, as if trying to calm me. Occasionally though, she couldn’t resist and gave my nipples a little pinch.

“So how do we decide when to tighten them?” Lacey asked. “I mean we have him here, but it’s no fun to just turn it whenever.”

Hannah’s eyes lit up. “That’s a good point. We didn’t think of that part before.” Hannah winked at me seductively but her eyes looked more primal in their intent. “I propose a game of truth. We ask our boy here questions, and if he lies or we think he’s avoiding the truth we give him a turn!” She emphasized the word by twisting her hand dramatically as she secured the fourth bolt in place.

“Ohhh… I like that,” Lacey giggled. “Can I go first, Mistress Hannah?”

Hannah thought for a second and then rolled her eyes. “Alright, but make it a good one.”

“Okay.” Full of excitement, Lacey shuffled around in front of me next to Hannah. They were both on their knees looking up at me. Hannah kept biting her lower lip as Lacey stared down at the press. “I’ve never seen one of these in person before. This is exciting!” She thought for a second and then tilted her head up as her eyes zeroed in on mine. “Tell the truth. Have you ever given a rim job before tonight? And be honest, how was it?”

Hannah turned to her opened mouth. “Technically that’s two questions.”

“Oh. Well, you can have two as well,” Lacey offered.

Hannah smirked. “Oh, well I’ll take them.” Their attention spun back to me. “Answer her, slave. Or should I just start tightening?”

“No,” I pleaded. “No, I’ve never done that before.” I paused knowing I hadn’t answered the second question. I was trying to find the words. “I… it wasn’t what I thought it would be like.”

Lacey’s expression looked longingly for more and Hannah started to look impatient.

“I enjoyed it more than I thought I would. I liked hearing your reactions.”

Lacey lit up, “I’m happy with that answer. Your *turn*.”

Hannah stared suspiciously for a moment and then seemed to nod. “Alright. Let’s start off with a test question, something you’ve lied about in the past. Do you like being fucked in the ass?”

The words alone as they escaped her lips aroused me. Something about her talking dirty and with confidence got me excited. As I thought, she slowly started placing her fingers on two wingnuts.

“Yes,” I answered. “I like it, Mistress Hannah.”

She seemed to give a slight smile before returning to her controlled stare. “Now, I know what the truth sounds like. Let’s try a harder question.” The palms of her delicate hands rested firmly on my thighs “You remember Lacey from a few years ago. Do you remember me?”

She’d finally asked the big question, and right when she had my balls in a vise, literally. I couldn’t lie but I didn’t want to piss her off with the truth. I didn’t. I’d racked my mind for days, but…

“That’s disappointing,” Hannah sighed and she twisted the two wingnuts a full two rotations each.

The pressure on my balls increased and I felt an overwhelming sense of panic. I let out a groan and took deep breaths. With each exhale, the pain in my sides subsided a little more until all that was left was the biting squeeze on my balls. Through the clear plastic they looked like little tan watermelons, pressed into an oblong shape.

“Your turn.” Hannah glared at me but motioned to Lacey to go again.

I could see through the plastic that Lacey was holding Hannah’s hand comfortingly, but her eyes never left the view of my naked body strapped to the chair.

“Okay… Hmmm… In the past week… have you…” She drew out the suspense of the question. “Thought about sucking my cock?”

I blushed as she finished. I’d fantasized a lot that past week. And hearing Lacey speak bluntly likely Hannah threw me off balance. “I… ugh… um. I”

“I think he’s stalling,” Lacey laughed and she gave one wingnut a turn.

The pressure on my left nut increased and I took a few more deep breaths until the pain let up.

“Okay, next question,” Lacey got closer to my face. “Did it turn you on eating my cum last week? Tell the truth, or I’ll give the other a turn.” Her hand was already on the other wingnut, fingertips dancing. .

I didn’t have time to think, or choose my words carefully. I had to answer quickly. “I don’t know. I’d never done that before. It shocked me… But because it was you… I’d try it again.”

“Wow,” she burst out laughing. “This thing really *squeezes* the truth out.” She turned to Hannah. “They should use these in all interrogations.”

Hannah snickered a little. “Maybe they do. You never know.” She pushed inward, taking Lacey’s spot. “My *turn* again…”

I swallowed and took deep breaths in anticipation.

“Are you scared of me?” Hannah teased.

I nodded quickly.

Lacey chimed in, “That’s your first question, and my money says he’s telling the truth.” She nearly fell back giggling.

Hannah pouted. “Damn. I didn’t mean to use one.” She shook her head. “Fine…” She thought for a moment before speaking.

I pleaded to her, “I remembered Lacey AFTER she told me where we’d met. Give me a clue or something.”

Her eyes narrowed for a moment and she looked to Lacey for confirmation. Lacey’s smile never faltered as she gave a little nod. Hannah looked down in contemplation before her eyes fell on me again. “Fine…”

I relaxed a little.

“But you spoke out of turn,” and as she said the last word, she gave the right wing nut a half turn.

I flinched and gave out a wince. The pressure increased again and a dull ache was beginning to pulsate.

“I went to your college, and we had a class together.”

With a wild sensation shooting from my balls into my chest, I took a few more breaths to calm the pain. As much as it hurt, like much of what these girls did to me, I couldn’t deny how turned on it made me. My cock, stuck through the press, was twitching with anticipation. It was like once the pain left, my body filled with electricity that made me feel warm inside. I must have faded into the wave of endorphins my body was releasing, but I was brought back when Hannah started tapping her nails on the plastic. It sent shock waves into my testicles.

My breathing increased again and I started thinking. I had taken so many classes over the years. I didn’t even know her major, or what subject we would have had together. If it was a health class I was screwed. Those classes had hundreds of students. Was it in person? Online?

“I… don’t know.”

Hannah scowled as she started to twist the wingnuts, but stopped. “That was honest.” She didn’t look happy, but her fingers withdrew from the press and she retreated back to give Lacey her place in front of me.

“What is your favorite sexual activity without penetration?” She’d been holding this question in and blurted it out quickly.

I let out a sigh. She threw me a softball question, no pun intended. “I like a lot… my favorite… I like having my balls sucked while my dick is being stroked.”

She grinned and her eyes fluttered. “That’s the best.”

*She would know.*

“What is your favorite feature of Mistress Hannah?”

I didn’t even need to think about this one. “Her ass. She has an amazing ass.”

Through all of her emotions, Hannah smiled at the immediate compliment. “Okay…” Her expression relaxed.

I think Lacey had set us up to relieve some of the tension in the room. Pun intended.

“I’ll give you another clue,” Hannah offered. “But if you still can’t remember you’re gonna feel this next turn.” She smiled, “I’ve found most guys do well under pressure. We had an online class together.”

My mind started jogging through memories or discussions and classes. If it was online, it wasn’t a core class. Most of my electives were writing or humanities classes. My first thought was Psychology. I didn’t remember the class all that well, but Hannah struck me as someone who would have taken that. “Psychology class?”

Hannah huffed a deep sigh and reached for the wing nuts. I took in a breath and held it as she twisted each one a full rotation.

The added pressure built slow and then knocked me back as a shockwave of pain raced up my hips and I groaned. My hands flailed wildly, but they were still secured to the arms of the chair. And when I felt the pain start to be replaced by the warm electricity that usually followed, she turned each nut another half turn. I nearly screamed through my teeth as my hips rose out of the chair.

“I told you, you’d feel it.”

When I collapsed back, I looked down at my balls to see they were nearly flattened between the two plastic sheets. They looked like two large grapes pinched to the point where you know they’re about to pop.

It wasn’t Psychology. It had to be a writing class. I tried to pull from everything I knew about her. That night we talked about my school, was she trying to get me to remember her? We’d talked about my writing class. She’d talked about her family, her heroes… I had read so many short stories in the past three years. She graduated a while ago, so it had to be an early class. She told me she used to wear glasses. My mind raced to remember any girl with dark hair and glasses from a creative writing glass. And that’s when it hit me.

“You wrote a story about your mother and grandmother. I reviewed it.”

Hannah’s shrank back and went quiet.

It was her. She’d lost a lot of weight with all the working out and without her glasses I could now see how gorgeous her eyes were. She had really blossomed. But I remembered her. “I liked how you put your culture into the story… translating their conversations. It was the best story I had read all that semester.”

I could see her internal struggle as the anger in her slowly vanished. “I think this punishment’s run its course, don’t you?” She asked Lacey.

All dimpled smiles, Lacey agreed. “Can I spin the next one?”

Hannah and I both reacted at the same time. “That was nine.”

“Damn,” Lacey pouted. “But we’re saving this wheel for another night.”

Hannah began releasing the wingnuts, freeing my balls from their torment. “Okay, and next time you’ll be the person being punished.”

Lacey gave a coy smile. “Promise?” She stuck out her tongue playfully, and stepped away from us to spin the wheel again, just for the hell of it.

Hannah finished freeing me and removed the press.

I was coming down from the rush of adrenaline and the ache was forcing me to take deep breaths.

“I’m sorry,” Hannah whispered.

She wore a crown of emotions – shame, relief, joy, but not anger. Not any more.

“Hey,” I whispered back and she looked into me, her eyes wet. “I meant it.”

She sniffed and looked away blinking the tears away. “I know.”

“I’m glad I met you again.”

She let out a breath. “Yeah?” She looked down at my balls. “Are you sure about that?”

I let out another deep breath. “Yeah… believe me, the last thing I’m going to do to you is lie right now.” I raised my hands to show I was still strapped into the chair.

We laughed and she rose to untie me. “I missed you after the semester.”

I turned to see her. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

She blushed as she unfastened my arms. “I was… different then.”

I nodded understandingly. “I get that.”

She leaned in and we kissed. It was passionate and tender and quickly our arms found each other. “I was angry that you didn’t remember me. You… What you said in class was so nice. I guess I felt a connection, but I wasn’t confident then. When I found out you didn’t remember me… I felt like you didn’t see me back then. Like it was all a lie I’d made up.”

“I think I was too afraid to talk to you too back then.”

We kissed again and she wrapped her arms around me. For a moment, we just held each other.

“Scott?”

“Yeah?”

“Why didn’t you use your safe word?”

I wanted to tell her it was because I trusted her, but I decided to tell the truth. “I kinda forgot about it.”

We both laughed and turned as we heard the clicking of the spun wheel wind to a stop.

Lacey laughed and I looked at the word it landed on. “What’s ‘sound?’”

“You don’t want to know,” Hannah chuckled.

I silently agreed. “So… when do I get my rewards?” As she looked up I met her with my cheesiest smile.

She laughed into my chest. “I think you need to rest a bit before we get to that.”

Lacey walked up to us motioning at the wheel. “Dodged a bullet, huh?”

The moment could have been awkward with us holding each other and her standing there alone. I imagine a lot of threesomes often end that way in the afterglow, but for us… We both reached out, took her hands and pulled her in. We were together, the three of us.

We spent the rest of the evening together talking, laughing, and having some drinks, and eventually for the first time, we made love.

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