Remembering Hannah Part 2
I stumbled into my apartment that night sore and exhausted. My head was still foggy and I felt like the last few hours were a dream. Things like that didn’t happen to me and girls like her… Well, I’ve never met a girl like her before. I threw off my jacket, collapsed onto my bed, and slept.
Ten hours later, I awoke and had to pee. I got out of bed and made my rush to the bathroom. The whole way there I found my legs were stiff and not really moving like usual. When I got to the bathroom I shut the door, unzipped my jeans, and that’s when I realized it wasn’t a dream. Looking down I saw my cock and balls locked in a chastity cage. It was made of a hard clear plastic and my dick was swollen inside fighting to straighten itself but unable. My balls were looped through it and it forced them to hang slightly forward.
I touched my balls and they were sore and purple from the abuse they took the night before. A pain radiated from them and wound its way up both sides of my abdomen.
It took some maneuvering but I was able to sit down and pee. It took a while longer than usual because of the forced curve but I was able to go through a small hole strategically placed in the plastic near the tip of my dick. I cleaned myself off and stood up to look at it.
The metal lock protruded from the front. I could see it required a key, knowing exactly who had it. I was still in shock. For weeks I had admired Hannah from her times coming into the store. She’d always seemed so cute. She’d bounce with each step. No one would have guessed she was so kinky and dominating.
I envisioned her outfit from the night before. She had worn stockings, black lace panties, a shiny leather corset and the strapon. How many times had she done this? I couldn’t have been the first. She said she liked dominating guys. That’s when it came together. The funny ID that caught my eye the first time I saw her wasn’t real. She’d made a funny face. There’s no way she would have been allowed that in a nursing school. She was in another outfit that night. What else was this girl into? What other outfits did she have?
I pulled up my pants and buckled them. It was obvious to anyone with eyes that something was creating a bulge. I put on a hoodie to hide it. It was cool enough out that people wouldn’t question anything. It was already past noon and I had to go to work again, which meant I was stuck with this thing all night. If I wanted it off I would have to go back to her. I couldn’t decide how to feel about that. There was a mix of fear and excitement at the idea of being with her again. I couldn’t imagine what she had in store for me that night.
I got to work and must have been moving funny because my manager asked me if I was alright. I told him I fell down earlier that day playing football and landed funny. After he left for the night, it was just me and everything seemed to go as usual. I stocked the shelves and rung up customers.
For a while it got pretty quiet – a dead spot I’d call them. As I was working on a reading for class, I heard the door chime ring. Each time it did that night I would look up expecting to see Hannah with a smirk on her face. But each time I did, it was just a random customer. I quickly finished the sentence I was on, and then I looked up. It wasn’t Hannah but her roommate from the night before.
“Hi, again.” She waved. She wore a big smile that made her dimples stand out. “Sorry, about the other night. Some of our friends called and cancelled. I had been invited to this thing before, so I asked Hannah if it was cool to go.”
“That’s okay,” I blurted. “It’s cool, really.”
She didn’t look fully convinced, so I reassured her it was fine. “Well, I think Hannah felt bad too, but she said you two had a fun time together.”
I didn’t know what to say. I just smiled and nodded.
“I’m Lacey, by the way.” She smiled again a little awkwardly. “I don’t remember if we were introduced last night. I had a bit to drink before then.”
I felt like a jerk for not even asking before. “It’s nice to meet you, Lacy. I’m Scott.”
She nodded. “Nice to meet you, Scott. Well, I did actually come in to grab a six pack of Mike’s, but it looks like you’re out. Do you have any in the back?”
“Uh… yeah. I think we do. I’ll go check the back freezer.” As I stepped out from behind the counter, I had to adjust myself to walk across the room. I tried to hide the bulge the device made in my pants with my hoodie, but I felt self conscious about it as I walked awkwardly to the back.
I found more six packs, stocked the freezer shelf quickly and brought a pack back out to her. As I walked up to her, I noticed how different she looked from the night before. Last night she was wearing a short revealing skirt and a semi sheer top. Today she wore jeans and a tee shirt. Where Hannah was curvy and strong, Lacey was thin and delicate. She was nearly my height without the heels from before, and she looked more sweet than slutty.
“Thank you,” Lacy beemed. “Hannah said you were nice.”
I smiled. “Glad to help. Is there anything else I can get you?”
Lacy’s smile widened, and I couldn’t be sure, but I think her face turned a little red. “This will be all for now, thanks.”
I rang her up, took her money and gave back her change.
As she was about to leave, Lacy turned back. “Oh yeah, Hannah told me to let you know she was busy tonight, but if you wanted to come over tomorrow night and hangout again she was free.”
I fought to keep my expression neutral. “Okay, I’ll swing by then.” I had to keep this thing on another whole day? My dick felt like it was stuffed in a can two sizes too small and my balls were in a vise.
Lacey flashed her dimples again and waved goodbye. “Great. I’ll let her know.”
I worked the rest of the night frustrated. I just wanted to go home, and try to relax. After several more hours, I finally closed up and went home. I just needed to keep my mind off sex for twenty-four hours. I got home, and after eating, I sat down to play some video games. Maybe killing some aliens would distract me.
About thirty minutes in, my cell phone started buzzing like crazy so I picked it up to see I had three messages from Hannah. I didn’t even remember putting her number in my contacts, but there she was. Her photo was an image of her smiling, looking innocent. Looks were deceiving.
When I saw what she’d sent me my jaw fell open. I scrolled through photos of her wearing several outfits. In one, she was posed in an old fashioned nurses outfit. Her lips were pouted and she was stretching a glove out as she put it on seductively. Another picture was of her in a maid’s outfit, sitting with her legs spread apart, a feather duster covering her. The next was of her in front of a bookshelf wearing a tight skirt, button up blouse and her hair was up. She was waving her finger as if to chastise with a pair of black rimmed glasses in her other hand.
As I scrolled back and forth I realized her game. My pants were getting tight and before I knew it, I felt like my dick was going to burst inside the chastity device. My balls tightened and began to ache, sending pulsing sensations up my side. I immediately rushed to the bathroom to take a cold shower. She knew exactly what she was doing. So why did I still want to see her? It was more than just getting the key. I wanted out, but I also wanted to see her again. What was wrong with me?
Hours later, as I was getting ready to go to sleep I received another text from her. It read, “Miss me?”
I stared at the text mulling over an answer. Did I miss her? Or did I just want her to release me?
“Yes.”
… …
“Yes?”
What did she expect? Her rules… I found myself quickly texting, “Yes, Mistress Hannah.”
… …
She sent a smiley face. “I can imagine you were upset when you got my message earlier today. Don’t worry, I’ll make it up to you.” She ended the message by sending another pic.
It was Hannah on all fours naked sucking someone’s dick. She had her tongue out with the tip of the cock entering her open mouth, spit dripping off of it. I stared at the pic, taking it in. She was on all fours but she looked like she was still in control. It was the look in her eyes. They wore a confidence that was unshakable. She had posed for this pic as well. I couldn’t see who else was there. All I could see was their cock and a tattoo of a geometric star on their hip.
My own dick grew furious with envy and everything grew tight again. I was going to need another cold shower.
She texted me another smiley face but this time with it’s tongue out. “See you tomorrow, Sweety.”
Sweety? Not slave. Just when I think she’s just a sadist, she says things like that. Is she really this hardcore dominatrix or is she just really kinky and like to play. Did she like me or was I just another toy? I honestly didn’t know. I really just wanted this cage off so I could relax and stare at her photos without pain.
I got through the night and all of the morning with minor issues. I showered with the cage on. That was different. Drying off took some work. Thank god I have my own place. I got dressed, ate, and went to work again. I was back in my hoodie to cover my bulge.
As the night went on, I kept checking my phone for more texts from her, but got nothing. I counted down the hours until my shift ended and at midnight I was gone. I drove straight to her place and parked.
My phone buzzed again and she’d sent another text. It read, “Put it on.”
Put what on? I walked up to her door and found hanging on the knob was a black wide blindfold. Was she serious? Of course she was. I didn’t want to piss her off either. I needed this cage off. I put the blindfold on and knocked. I felt foolish standing there. For a second, I thought I heard someone walk by and hoped they didn’t see me.
The door opened and for a second there was silence.
“Hel…” I started but was stopped by the warmth of a kiss on my lips. Her tongue entered my mouth and her hands wrapped around me. I kissed her back and found my hands wander down to cup her full ass.
She broke the kiss off and said with a laugh, “That was for doing as you were told. Come in,” she led me through the door pulling my hand. After we entered, I heard her shut the door and lock it. “I’m glad you came.”
“Well… I… I wanted to see you again.”
“I have to admit, I got excited about you coming over again too.”
I could feel her warm breath against my neck as she spoke. Her hand rubbed up and down my chest and fell to rest on the bulge in my pants. Her fingers began to tap and it started to shock my penis back to life.
“I’m sorry for cancelling on you last night. I bet your balls are sore and that cock is just aching to stretch out.”
I couldn’t see her, but I imagined her smiling as she spoke. I knew she’d cancelled just to torture me another day.
“Well, I will let you out right now if you want.”
She was close, speaking into my right ear as she held herself up against me. “Thank you… Mistress Hannah?” I almost forgot to add the last bit and as I said the words I didn’t know if she was just playing or if I was really supposed to say that each time I spoke. She went silent for a second and I thought I may have pissed her off with my hesitation.
“Of course… I just need you to do one thing.”
She licked my ear and nibbled my lobe. My cock was already beginning to swell. I needed out of that cage now. “Anything,” I blurted.
She chuckled loudly. “Wow, someone must really not like being locked up. Okay, sweety. All you have to do is strip. Right now. Take everything off.”
I froze. I felt vulnerable already and getting naked while blind folded made it worse. What is she hiding? Is she hiding something? I tried to listen to hear if anyone else was there, trying not to laugh. But I didn’t hear anyone.
“I suppose we could just leave it on another day if you don’t want it off…”
I started taking my shirt off and she giggled. I unzipped my pants and pulled them down as I slipped out of my shoes. The cage swayed underneath my boxer briefs making my cock feel heavy. In a few more seconds, I had removed my pants and socks completely. I was just in my boxer briefs.
“I said… everything.”
I slowly removed my underwear still listening but I heard no one. Just her and me.
“Wow…” She whistled. “That looks tight. Here, let me help.”
I felt the warmth of her hand caress my balls as she lifted the device with the other. Just a few more seconds I thought to myself, but I didn’t hear the lock click. I felt her warm wet mouth encase my purple aching balls. She massaged them with her tongue, which normally would have felt amazing, but now just made everything feel tighter as my dick attempted to grow but found itself compressed inside the cage. I moaned a little as it started to hurt a bit.
“That’s my boy. I love the noises you make when I touch you. Here, I think you’ve been good, so far.” She jingled a set of keys and unlocked the padlock on my chastity cage. She released my balls first.
I felt a pinch but they immediately felt better as they expanded by their sheer weight. Then the cage came off and I imagined it was like a magic trick pulling a seven inch penis out of a three inch tube. I could hear Hannah gasp a little, and a smile turned in the corner of my mouth.
“You’re bigger than most of the guys I’ve seen.”
She rubbed my cock as it grew harder, and I felt all the usual blood flow straight to it. After a few seconds, I felt her mouth wrap around my cock and begin to suck it up and down the shaft. I wanted so much to yank off my blindfold and watch, I started to raise my hands, but stopped immediately as she gripped down on my balls. I nearly fell to my knees.
“No no. You don’t get to watch. Not yet. And when you break the rules you know what happens?”
When I didn’t answer she tapped my balls and I nearly doubled over again.
“What happens?” She raised her voice and it was back to the dominating tone it was two nights ago.
“I get punished… Mistress Hannah…” I fought to get the words out as she continued to squeeze. When she relaxed her grip I took a deep breath followed by another.
“Yes… You get punished.” She stood up and wrapped her hands around my dick, but not to stroke it. She walked through her apartment leading me by my dick. I heard a door open and I was led through.
“Raise your hands, slave.”
I did as I was told and felt leather cuffs wrap around my wrists. When she was done I heard a loud almost humming sound and the cuffs began to tighten. They pulled upward and I felt my body stretch until I was on the tips of my toes.
“You almost broke a rule just now, Slave. I should paddle you right now for simply thinking about it!”
I heard a familiar smack of the riding crop whip on her hand. And *Thwack* I felt it sting my left butt cheek. I clenched my teeth and felt another sting on my right. She circled me slapping my ass, my thighs, and my stomach. I felt her nails run along my side, and I shivered as a nerve tingled all the way up.
“Oh, did I find a spot?” She scratched more, and I twitched as she giggled. For several minutes she switched back and forth between pinching my nipples, and slapping my ass hard with the whip. All the time she’d whisper in my ear what a good slave I was.
I figured this was torture I could handle.
“I think we’re going to have fun tonight, slave. I think you’re going to blow another huge load for me. How does that sound?”
My mouth was dry as I was wrapped up in the moment. I wet my lips, “The sounds amazing, Mistress Hannah.” The words came easily. I was enjoying her work on me, and I could feel my cock standing at full salute.
“Are you thirsty, slave? You sound hoarse. Is that from all that moaning?”
“Yes,” I whispered.
“Then I’ll give you some water,” she breathed in my ear. “Open up.”
I opened my mouth and felt something on my tongue followed my water. She’d given me something I thought. But as she poured, I had no choice but to swallow. I remembered being foggy the night before and wondered if she had given me more sleeping pills to relax me. When I had enough, she kept pouring and the water ran down my mouth, into my chest trickling all the way down to my waist. I felt her lick some of it off of me.
“Better?” She asked.
“Yes. Thank you, Mistress.”
“You are most welcome. See? I can be nice. When you behave, you get rewarded.”
I felt her lips wrap around my cock. Her tongue swirled around the tip and flicked up and down on it. Her hand wrapped around my dick and her other hand cupped my balls. My body hung limp in their restraints as my toes fought to stay touching the ground. A full ache was burning in my arms, but all I could focus on was her touch. I started to moan as I felt myself getting close and she stopped. Whimpering, I heard her laugh.
“I’m not ready for you to blow your load yet. We still have much to do tonight.”
My balls ached as they tightened and released. I felt my cum settle back down and my sack felt heavy again.
“I’m curious. Which do you like more? Being whipped and teased… or bent over and fucked.” She emphasized the last word and my cock twitched.
“Ah… I… prefer the whipping.”
Hannah giggled. I sensed her move around behind me and she grabbed the back of my head pulling it back. She whispered in my ear, “Liar.”
My legs moved together nervously.
She stepped back around in front of me. “I hate liars. I saw your cock dance for me when I mentioned fucking you, and you lied. No one lies to me. That’s one of my other rules and you broke it.”
“I…” I stammered but was cut off.
“I don’t care if you don’t know all the rules. You learn as we go. And you will learn.” She swapped the crop whip against her palm over and over. “And after I rewarded you too. That makes it even worse.”
I felt the crop whip crack down on the tip of my dick. The shock would have dropped me if I wasn’t suspended. I let out a cry and felt a series of sharp stings as she whipped my thighs, my cock, and hips. Each sting caused me to rock as I jerked.
“You. Will. Learn. To. Never. Ever. Lie. To. Me.” She connected with each word.
I was breathing heavily and flinched as I tried to predict where the next strike would come from.
Hannah laughed mockingly as she watched me flinch.
I felt the soft leather of the crop whip rise up under my balls and gasped. “Please…”
She started tapping my balls softly but over and over. “Please, Mistress Hannah. Or did you forget?” She grabbed my cock and pulled it out of the way.
I could feel wind blowing on my balls as she teased me with fake swings and I flinched with each one.
Her laughter echoed in my ears. “Is someone afraid? Are you afraid of me?”
I struggled to swallow my nerves as answered. “No, Mistress Hannah.”
She flicked again and I flinched. “You’re still lying!” And she cracked my balls with the whip.
I started suck for air as a pain arose in my stomach. I wanted to collapse. She must have noticed because I heard that sound again reverberate and my restraints lowered. She unbuckled my wrists and I collapsed to my knees, my face meeting the floor as I struggled to regulate my breathing.
“My, my… that’s a great view. I think I’ll drink it in.”
I started to move and she placed her bare foot on my shoulder.
“Stay.”
I laid still on the floor, my knees tucked in, arms spread out and my face resting on the floor still gasping. I felt her smooth hand rub my ass.
“You have a pretty ass.” She rubbed it in circles and came to sit on my back, pinning me in position. She groped and fondled my cheeks, every once in a while giving them a slap.
Just as my breathing calmed, I felt her fingers tip toe playfully down between my cheeks to find my hole. Her fingers tapped on it.
“I know you lied when you said you didn’t like this. Your cock betrayed you. So don’t lie anymore. Lots of guys secretly love having their butts played with.” As she talked, she pressed harder into me. “They love to feel their prostates pounded.”
I couldn’t deny how good it felt as she pressed down. My sack tightened around my balls and my cock throbbed. My body was responding to her poking and prodding.
“Now… tell the truth. Have you ever cum harder than you came the other night? Have you ever experienced so much ecstacy?”
After a pause, I shook my head. “No, Mistress Hannah.”
“I have much more to show you. More pleasure and pain to give…”
I felt her finger start to enter me and I closed my eyes underneath my blindfold. And all of the sudden it was gone.
“But if you want…you can leave right now. I’d be disappointed, but I would understand. You came here tonight to be released. You can get dressed and walk out the door.” She spun around and leaned into my ear. “But if you stay, you’ll do as I say. You’ll reap the rewards I give and take the discipline along with it.”
I listened closely and immediately weighed both options. I did come here tonight to be released… mostly. Didn’t I? Or was there more to it? As much as she hurt me, I couldn’t deny how alive I felt and how much I wanted to see what else she would do. I’d never orgasmed like that before. I was addicted to her presence, the mystery, and the sex. I hadn’t even entered her, but she had entered me… and I liked it.
“What do you desire?” She asked.
I had made my mind up, but part of me, a little voice in my head, was telling me I was choosing wrong. “I want to stay… Mistress Hannah.”
She let out a breath she was holding in and when she spoke I could hear her smile. “Then let us begin.”
I raised my head and started to move.
“Stay there,” she commanded.
I heard her feet pad across the room and the unmistaken sound of velcro ripping apart.
She grabbed my arm under the shoulder. “Flip over.”
I did as told and laying on my back, she fastened bindings to my arms and pushed my knees up to meet them. A second later, I could tell she’d bound my arms to my legs, that were bound folded inward.
“I have a surprise for you.”
I heard her move about the room some more as she gathered things.
“I wasn’t going to give it to you unless you stayed.”
My curiosity ran wild to the speed of my now racing heart. What was she about to do?I felt the weight of her sit on my chest.
“Open your mouth,” she commanded.
I opened it and felt something enter immediately. It was warm and soft. It entered and left leaving my lips to drag over it.
“Open,” she commanded.
I took a moment and then slowly opened my mouth again. It entered again, and lingered. My mouth started to salivate, and I felt her hands grip the back of my head as it came out and popped back in. Was she having me suck her strapon? Was that all the noise before? I began sucking harder as it probed my mouth.
“That’s my boy. Suck that cock.”
After a few more strokes in and out I started to realize it didn’t really feel like a strapon. It wasn’t hard like plastic. It was soft but hard at the same time. And then I felt something brush my face. And then it did it again as I felt it dive deeper into my mouth. It wasn’t a strapon. I instinctively tried to reach for my blindfold but my arms were strapped to my thighs. I jerked my head but her hands held me in place.
“Oh, I think he’s on to our trick,” Hannah laughed. “What do you think?” After a pause she chuckled. “Alright, slave. I’ll remove the blindfold, but…STOP struggling.”
I forced myself to go still. My eyes were pinched close beneath my blindfold.
“But,” Hannah continued, you have to put it in your mouth again,” she broke into laughter. “And suck it.”
I was so confused and didn’t know what was going on. Was she screwing with me? Was it real? If it was who else was there? It had to be a joke or some trick. It couldn’t be real. I didn’t want to, but I needed to know. I opened my mouth and a second later it slid slowly back in. It started to pump in and out again.
“I know you can do better,”Hannah cheered. “I just saw you doing it a minute ago.”
I forced myself to just do it and get it over with. I started sucking as it pumped in and out of my mouth. I heard laughter and then light came. It took a second for my eyes to adjust, but I saw the tattoo from the photo. It was the same person Hannah was sucking off in the pic she’d sent the night before. My eyes krept up wincing to see… Lacey. Lacey was sitting on my chest fucking my face. As the second wave of shock set in, she closed her eyes and started going faster.
“Oh, I’m close…” Lacey cried. “I’m gonna cum…”
Hannah grabbed my head and forced it forward.
I felt the blast of Lacey’s cum hit the back of my throat. I didn’t know how to react. I coughed, but Hannah and Lacy held me in place as Lacey continued to fuck and ejaculate stream after stream into my mouth. I swallowed out of instinct and they cheered.
“The first swallow!” Hannah howled.
I looked up at Lacey and she blushed with a wide smile.
“That… was nice,” she huffed.
She pulled away and I could see she had a cock. It was smaller than mine thank god, but she had one. I didn’t know what to think. A second ago, I felt violated thinking Hannah had invited some guy over to force me to suck. But seeing Lacey above me panting, the glow of the bulb above us shining through her light blonde hair and landing on her perky nipples, I realized I was hard again.
Lacey noticed too and took my dick in her two small hands. “Must not mind too much.” She jerked my cock slowly at first, but as I grew harder she broke out into a furious stroke and my head hit the floor.
I was so ready to explode.
Lacy looked to Hannah. “Can I?”
Gazing down at me, my eyes lolled back, she smiled. “Why not. He did swallow yours.”
Lacy didn’t waste any time. She pushed herself back between my legs and went to work.
It was then I realized it was her who was sucking me earlier. It felt familiar, the way she used her tongue. The feeling of her long slender fingers cupping my balls. “I’m… I’m gonna…”
Lacey threw her head down further taking my cock in long deep strokes. She sucked harder and squeezed my balls firmly in her other hand.
I released my load into her mouth and she swallowed with each splurt. She never stopped moving up and down, never broke eye contact, and I soon felt my orgasm coming to an end.
“Don’t let up,” Hannah commanded Lacey. “Keep going.”
*What?*
Lacey kept sucking me and her strokes became more aggressive. One hand pumped my cock furiously and her mouth opened to sucked in my balls. Her mouth felt amazing as she rolled my balls around with her tongue.
But it was too much. My body bucked and squirmed. I needed her to stop. It was too sensitive. I cried out a little between groans.
“Don’t stop,” Hannah commanded her.
Lacey sped up more and I began to beg.
“Please…” I was choking as I begged. It was too much. Too intense. I couldn’t open my eyes anymore and my mouth fell slack.
“Please???” Hannah smiled down at me.
I fought to get the words out. My sides were starting to ache. “Please… Mistress… Hannah…”
Hannah must have made a gesture because Lacey stopped. She crawled on top of me and kissed my lips, her tongue flicking in and out of my mouth. “Surprised?”
My eyes were lodged in the back of my head as I convulsed there on the floor. My legs would have trembled if they weren’t velcroed in place. I looked up at her out of the corner of my eye and gave her a nodding smile. I was panting heavily as I managed to breathe out the word, “Very…”
“Good surprise?” She asked with a hint of worry in her voice.
I nodded again rhymically. “Good… surprise…”
The worry from her eyes faded and her lips curled and smiled. She was visibly relieved. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”
(Continued in Part 3)
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