with one
hand and quickly flicked the lever to free him.
By the time
Tom had climbed out, Hannah was at the old house, unlocking the
heavy wooden door with an oversized key. It opened with a creak to
reveal grand rooms with high ceilings.
Hannah ran in
excitedly, looking in each room in turn. She then opened a small
door off the hallway and walked down a steep flight of steps. Tom
followed the excited brunette down the steps and into the
cellar.
When he
arrived, Hannah was standing at one end of the empty space inside
what once had been the wine cellar. It was a space six foot square,
enclosed on three sides and the ceiling by brick and on the fourth
side by old iron bars. The middle third of the bars comprised a
door that opened outwards. There were no windows, only a heavy
grill about six feet from the cellar floor that looked out at
ground level on to the lawn at the front of the house.
“This is why I
chose the house,” she smiled excitedly.
Hannah was
already standing inside what was would make perfect prison cell.
She walked over and pulled the door shut.
“It’s perfect,
I assume you have a padlock.” Tom said from outside the cell.
“It’s not for
me!” Hannah exclaimed.
“Oh, I don’t
know, you look cute in there.”
Hannah pushed
the door open and walked out. This was one of Hannah’s ultimate
fantasies, to lock Tom in a dungeon, behind heavy iron bars. The
intensity of the situation was actually making her nervous. It
reminded her of when they first met and how she had felt the first
time she’d handcuffed him. She had locked him in handcuffs hundreds
of times since then, but the atmosphere in that dusty old cellar
brought back the same emotions.
“You will be
my dungeon slave,” her very words made her shake with
excitement.
Tom kissed her
and squeezed her butt with both hands. As they kissed, she pushed
him further towards the open door. When she stopped, Tom was inside
the cell. She stepped back and swung the barred door closed, a
little too quickly and it made a loud clang. Tom reached through
the bars and kissed her again.
“Aren’t you
going to lock me in?” Tom asked.
“Yes.” Hannah
immediately searched through her handbag.
“Quickly, or
I’ll escape.”
Hannah was
starting to get cross with herself, where had she put it.
“Too late,”
Tom started to push the door.”
“No!” Hannah
cried as she put one leg against the bars to hold it in place.
Tom pushed a
little harder, pushing Hannah slightly off balance. She then used
her butt to increase the force and the door clanged shut for the
second time. Tom took the opportunity to kiss her, even though he
knew such an indulgence would inevitably lead to his imminent
captivity.
A few second
later Hannah had found the padlock and used it to lock the barred
door. She stepped back.
“Wow!” she
cried.
Tom rattled
the bars for effect as he watched her face closely. The amazement
in her eyes stayed, as her mouth slowly turned into a smile. She
swallowed and rubbed the palms of her hands over her hips.
“Come here,”
Tom breathed as he reached through the bars.
Hannah walked
closer so that they could kiss.
“I don’t
usually do this, but today you just look too sexy,” Tom panted.
He took the
key from her hand and unlocked the padlock. He swung open the heavy
door, grabbed the excited girl and lifted her up. She immediately
wrapped her legs around his waist and started kissing.
He carried her
upstairs into the master bedroom and laid her down in the middle of
the large four poster bed. While sitting stride her waist to make
sure she didn’t move, he ran his hand over her breasts and down
into her bra. Hannah was already moaning softly as he pulled out a
small silver key.
Tom put
Hannah’s arms above her head and used one hand to pin both of them
in place. With Hannah secured to the bed and writhing around in
ecstasy, he stood up and undid his trousers and let them drop to
the floor. Again with just one hand,
hand and quickly flicked the lever to free him.
By the time
Tom had climbed out, Hannah was at the old house, unlocking the
heavy wooden door with an oversized key. It opened with a creak to
reveal grand rooms with high ceilings.
Hannah ran in
excitedly, looking in each room in turn. She then opened a small
door off the hallway and walked down a steep flight of steps. Tom
followed the excited brunette down the steps and into the
cellar.
When he
arrived, Hannah was standing at one end of the empty space inside
what once had been the wine cellar. It was a space six foot square,
enclosed on three sides and the ceiling by brick and on the fourth
side by old iron bars. The middle third of the bars comprised a
door that opened outwards. There were no windows, only a heavy
grill about six feet from the cellar floor that looked out at
ground level on to the lawn at the front of the house.
“This is why I
chose the house,” she smiled excitedly.
Hannah was
already standing inside what was would make perfect prison cell.
She walked over and pulled the door shut.
“It’s perfect,
I assume you have a padlock.” Tom said from outside the cell.
“It’s not for
me!” Hannah exclaimed.
“Oh, I don’t
know, you look cute in there.”
Hannah pushed
the door open and walked out. This was one of Hannah’s ultimate
fantasies, to lock Tom in a dungeon, behind heavy iron bars. The
intensity of the situation was actually making her nervous. It
reminded her of when they first met and how she had felt the first
time she’d handcuffed him. She had locked him in handcuffs hundreds
of times since then, but the atmosphere in that dusty old cellar
brought back the same emotions.
“You will be
my dungeon slave,” her very words made her shake with
excitement.
Tom kissed her
and squeezed her butt with both hands. As they kissed, she pushed
him further towards the open door. When she stopped, Tom was inside
the cell. She stepped back and swung the barred door closed, a
little too quickly and it made a loud clang. Tom reached through
the bars and kissed her again.
“Aren’t you
going to lock me in?” Tom asked.
“Yes.” Hannah
immediately searched through her handbag.
“Quickly, or
I’ll escape.”
Hannah was
starting to get cross with herself, where had she put it.
“Too late,”
Tom started to push the door.”
“No!” Hannah
cried as she put one leg against the bars to hold it in place.
Tom pushed a
little harder, pushing Hannah slightly off balance. She then used
her butt to increase the force and the door clanged shut for the
second time. Tom took the opportunity to kiss her, even though he
knew such an indulgence would inevitably lead to his imminent
captivity.
A few second
later Hannah had found the padlock and used it to lock the barred
door. She stepped back.
“Wow!” she
cried.
Tom rattled
the bars for effect as he watched her face closely. The amazement
in her eyes stayed, as her mouth slowly turned into a smile. She
swallowed and rubbed the palms of her hands over her hips.
“Come here,”
Tom breathed as he reached through the bars.
Hannah walked
closer so that they could kiss.
“I don’t
usually do this, but today you just look too sexy,” Tom panted.
He took the
key from her hand and unlocked the padlock. He swung open the heavy
door, grabbed the excited girl and lifted her up. She immediately
wrapped her legs around his waist and started kissing.
He carried her
upstairs into the master bedroom and laid her down in the middle of
the large four poster bed. While sitting stride her waist to make
sure she didn’t move, he ran his hand over her breasts and down
into her bra. Hannah was already moaning softly as he pulled out a
small silver key.
Tom put
Hannah’s arms above her head and used one hand to pin both of them
in place. With Hannah secured to the bed and writhing around in
ecstasy, he stood up and undid his trousers and let them drop to
the floor. Again with just one hand,
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