Under Karin

by Andrea Jordan

  When she returned, Karin dragged her table to the other side of the smother box. She relocked the chains around James hands and feet and re-padlocked the lid. She then sat on the edge of the lid now facing away from his body. She opened her legs, pulled back her dress and looked down at James’s face that was showing between her bare thighs.

  "Face other way."

  "Sure, that’s ...." James was getting used to his replies being cut short as Karin slid forward to sit on his mouth and nose. His one remaining feature was his left eye that could just be seen peeking out from deep in her crotch.

  "......." His lips tried to move but only managed to massage her butt.

  "What?" She slid back just enough to let him talk, although even then his lips were in contact with her thong.

  "......."

  Again she slid forward just as he was about to speak. She giggled as she saw the look of frustration in his one visible eye. Karin slid backwards again but this time James decided to stay quiet.

  “Good boy.”

  With the lesson learnt, Karin took some of the bread and cheese that she had prepared and pushed it down between her thighs and into his barely exposed mouth.

  She had deliberately positioned herself on his chin and lower lip as she knew from experience that she would get a very pleasant massage as he ate. The poor hungry guy would try and move his jaw, no matter how difficult that was, producing a beautiful feeling between Karin’s legs. And the bread that Karin had chosen certainly needed chewing.

  Karin threw her head back and enjoyed the moment. All she had to do when the feeling stopped was to open her legs, push down another piece of bread and then close up. Mealtime spent this way could last an hour or more.

  "Bye bye." With lunch over, Karin pulled her cheeks out and slid forward until his nose was once again resting comfortably against the front of her underwear. To start with her legs were apart and James looked out through the crack between her thighs. However that didn’t last long, as she moved her legs together creating total darkness beneath.

  James lay there trying to keep his nose as far from her panties as possible. Breathing was dependent on there being at least a small gap, but as Karin continued to study and her mind wondered, the stimulation from his nose made her sub consciously edge forward.

  After a few minutes with his nose buried deeply into the front of Karin's underwear, James started to rattle his chains. At first Karin was annoyed, she was halfway through a timed question, but then she realised the problem and slid back off his face.

  "You want breathing?"

  “Please!” he panted.

  She reached over and picked up a flexible plastic tube from the nearby cupboard. She placed one end in James’s mouth and let the spare end hand over the side of the box.

  "Really bye bye now," she said with a stern look on her face.

  She slid forward, pulled out her cheeks and sat on him so that she engulfed his face entirely. She jiggled up and down for a few seconds until his nose was where she wanted it and then sat completely still, closed her eyes and looked up to the ceiling. Her butt had now completely seeled the hole in the lid.

  Karin lifted her dress and tucked the other end of the plastic pipe down the front of her panties. She positioned it by her clit so that she was stimulated by the suction created by his breathing. Maybe this was unprofessional, but to her it was just a perk of the job. With James gulping down mouthfuls of air straight from inside her thong, she carefully spread her black dress out to make the guy beneath her ‘disappear’.

  *

  Three hours later and James was asleep. Karin could hear his slow rhythmic breathing beneath her and could feel the beautifully steady suction against her clit. The front of her panties were now wet and she was a little concerned that some of the moisture may be getting sucked down the tube and into his mouth.

  Karin sprayed her skirt out around her again, to double check he couldn't see what she was doing and played with the ring that held the keys to the padlocks. If she was to lose one of them or even break one, he might have to stay the night. That idea excited her. She placed the tip of one of the keys into a small gap in her desk and pushed down gently.

  She looked behind her at her guest. An attractive guy and he had voluntarily chosen to spend part of his precious life being sat on by her. He was also trusting her with his life. She liked that idea too. She returned to the key that was pushed into the desk and pressed down a little more. It unlocked one of James’s wrists. What would they do if the small key was to snap? She knew there was no spare.

  At 3pm Karin closed her books and piled them up as this was the time she'd planned to finish both her study and her face sitting. She removed her glasses and rubbed her tired eyes and held her palms over her eyes to let the heat sink in. Reluctantly, she stood up and looked behind her at the sleepy face that had been her seat for the last six hours. She removed the plastic tube from his mouth and ran her fingers around the profile of his lovely chiselled features.

  "What’s the time?" James asked sleepily.

  "3 o'clock."

  James smiled and tried to stretch before remembering that his hands and feet were still chained down. He rattled them gently and looked up expectantly.

  She held up the small key ring. "Chains on."

  "Oh yes."

  "Did you like?"

  "It was fantastic."

  "Orgasm for you?" Karin reached down and touched his cock through his suit trousers.

  He could help but smile at her pronunciation. "No thanks."

  He couldn’t believe he’d just turned down the chance of a hand job. He’d wanted to come earlier, but now the feeling had turned from sexual into something else. He wasn’t sure what.

  “No?” she was also surprised.

  "For you?" he offered in return.

  Karin looked shocked and shook her head.

  “Why not?”

  Karin had often been tempted to getting off by rubbing herself against the guy in the box, but had been too embarrassed to try. She knew from experience that she could be quite loud and anyway the whole point of her service was to arouse the guy, not her. But here was a sexy guy offering her the service. Maybe he would use his lips on her, maybe even his tongue. She sub-consciously put her hand to her mouth as she thought through the possibilities.

  She looked down and saw his expectant eyes staring up from the box. They really were cute. He was willing and anyway she had him helplessly chained up, so maybe she should go ahead.

  Apprehensively, she turned and sat back down on the lid, once more facing towards his body. She lifted her skirt and positioned her clit as close as possible to his mouth. In this position, the rest of his face was buried out of sight beneath her. She moved slowly back and forth using his face to stimulate herself, with all the action discretely hidden away under her black cocktail dress.

  She cried out as she felt his tongue slide into her tight black silk panties and touch her. Again she put her hand to her mouth, ashamed of her outburst. Ten minutes later and her cries of pleasure were still getting louder, she wasn’t sure how much more of this she could take. Her panties were wet, her thighs had goose bumps and her hands were clutching the side of the box as if desperately hanging on.

  Twenty minutes later and gasping for breath, Karin finally stood up.

  "Fuck." she breathed.

  She stood up, smoothed down her dress and retrieved what looked like a shallow box from the other side of her room. It was actually a cover or second lid for the smother box and could be used to cover up the prisoner. “Thank you,” she breathed as she placed the second lid over James’s face.

  The box now had a solid wooden lid that completely enclosed James’s head beneath. With her guest now out of sight, Karin stripped off her dress and sat on the lid in just her thong and bra. She pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them and sat there with a big smile on her face.

  Half an hour later and Karin had showered and chang
ed into a flowery negligee with matching panties beneath. Her hair was wet and up in a bun and she wore her glasses over slightly made up eyes. With a little trepidation, she lifted the steel cover to reveal James’s expectant face.

  “Key or not key?” she asked as confidently as she could as she knelt on the smother box and rattled her key ring above his face.

  “Not key?” he replied, uncertain what that actually meant, but in no hurry to leave Karin’s company.

  It turned out that ‘no key’ meant Karin throwing the keys over her shoulder where they disappeared into the small lounge and out of sight. It also meant Karin sitting back down on his face, facing away from his body, and smiling at his one eye that was visible between her legs.

  Karin then flicked on the television and started to watch. James looked up and watched her smiling face. At one point she laughed out loud and unconsciously closed her legs condemning him to further sensory deprivation in the tomb beneath.

  *

  It was past 6pm when Karin finally stood up. She had been debating with herself as to what time to let him go. She could get very lonely in her flat and part of her didn’t want him to leave at all.

  "Thanks you," she smiled as she started to unlock the padlocks that secured his hands and feet. James tried to stand up but the smother box padlock was still locked.

  "You want me open also?" she asked.

  “Unfortunately, I have to go now.”

  Karin looked disappointed as she unlocked the remaining padlock and James climbed to his feet and stretched. They looked at each other and smiled, not quite sure what to say.

  "That was amazing, thank you," James finally said as he kissed Karin on both cheeks.

  "Your pleasure," she replied. James smiled at her cute misuse of English.

  "Proper kissing bye bye?"

  James looked confused at first, but then Karin turned around and he understood. He knelt down and ran his hands up her bare legs and up under her short negligee. With her butt revealed, he placed his lips at the fold where her thigh met her butt and continued to worship from there. If only Karin could shrink him down in size, he would gladly let her keep him inside her panties.

  James eventually stood up and picked up a small length of spare chain.

  "Can I have a souvenir?"

  Karin didn't understand and so James draped the short length of chain around his left wrist. Karin now understood and picked up a small padlock and gently threaded it through the two loops at the end of the chain. Her ring less fingers gently squeezed the old padlock until its unoiled mechanism finally clicked.

  "How you escape?"

  James shrugged and pulled his shirt sleeve back down, covering his new bracelet. He hadn’t thought that one through yet.

  They kissed again on both cheeks and then James left Karin’s small apartment. He looked back at Karin standing in the shabby doorway. A woman in a nightdress, average height, average weight, dishevelled hair hanging over her glasses. Yet she had given him one of the most exciting days of his life. With this image in his mind, he made the short walk back to the station.

  ***

  Between Her Thighs

  James is unable to resist returning for the night

  James made his way straight to the station bar and ordered a bottle of local beer. He was in a daze, his phone had already rung twice and he just hadn’t bothered to answer it. All he could think about was the day with Karin. He felt the chain still locked around his wrist and smiled, there was only one key in the world that would open that lock and it belonged to Karin. That felt nice, he had no intention of trying to remove it.

  He moved to a table at the back of the bar and pulled out his phone and typed in her website address. The photos didn’t do her justice and they certainly couldn’t portray what it felt like to have her sit on your face.

  ‘Head scissors’ was another service she offered. There were no photos demonstrating what she would do, but from his knowledge of her thighs, James knew it wouldn’t be an unpleasant experience. He pulled himself back to reality to find that he had finished his beer and was already totally aroused. He looked out of the window, it was dark outside and it would be another cold night. He had planned to fly back home that night, but maybe that could wait until the morning. He smiled to the waitress who brought his second beer and started to text.

  ‘Karin, wonderful day, thanks. Free tonight?’

  ‘Come,’ she texted back.

  It was all the encouragement James needed. He pulled on his jacket and headed out into the cold night and was soon back outside her small flat.

  Karin answered the door. Her hair was down and lay randomly around her head, she’d removed her glasses and was squinting slightly to see him in the dimly lit hallway. She was now wearing a black night dress that barely reached past her butt, it was old and slightly ripped over one shoulder.

  “Pretty not,” she said as she picked at her lips.

  “You look fantastic.”

  James followed her inside and watched her dig around in her jeans pocket for her keys.

  “I unlock.”

  “No, no, I just wanted to try something else....maybe head scissors?”

  Karin thought for a moment.

  “You understand?” he asked.

  She nodded, she certainly understood those words. She had been delighted to see James again and had fantasised about him returning. She just had to think how she would play this and in particular how she would make sure he stayed with her for the while night.

  “Head scissors, here.” Karin reached her hand down between her legs as if to ensure they were talking about the same thing.

  “Yes, please.”

  “Tight?”

  “Yeah.”

  “OK. For all night, no escape.”

  James hadn’t expected that, but he wasn’t going to complain and dutifully followed her into her bedroom.

  He stood in the middle of her small room as Karin removed his suit jacket and unbuttoned and removed his shirt and trousers. With James in only his boxer shorts, Karin couldn’t help but run her hands quickly over his arms and chest. He was amazingly fit and still he was paying her to be there. She really hoped this would live up to his expectations.

  Karin pulled back the covers and lay down on her bed. She indicated for James to lie down next to her, but with his head at the foot of the bed so they were laying on their sides, head to toe. James was now face to face with the front of Karin’s thighs. He watched as she pulled up her night dress and lifted her top thigh to create an opening for his head.

  “Inside for you.”

  James paused to examine her legs. For a slim woman, she had beautiful curves and her butt and legs were the best part. Up close they seemed large and strong, but not in a muscled way, there was plenty of feminine shape.

  James eased his head between her thighs and let Karin pull him right up into her crotch, so that his face was buried into the lower part of her butt. She then lowered her top thigh back down to trap his head between her legs.

  “Comfortably?” she asked.

  “Yeah,” he replied.

  “No escaping for all night.”

  In the cold room, Karin’s thighs felt wonderfully warm around his neck, somehow managing to be both soft and scarily secure at the same time. Right in the middle of his limited field of view was her cute butt with which he was already very well acquainted. Yet he was still obsessed with its beautiful shape and the way it was barely contained in her orange panties.

  “This is your danger,” she announced.

  “Danger?”

  “If you try escape.”

  With that Karin squeezed with her legs and butt working in unison to crush his neck. Within a few seconds James was madly tapping out with his hand on her thigh, a thigh which had turned from soft to rock hard.

  “Fuck Karin!”

  “Understanding?”

  “Yes!”

  She released her grip. James was hoping she might let him out
to recover, but she held him in place with the previous comfortable pressure.

  “Really understanding?” she checked.

  “I understand.”

  He lay there completely still and slightly shaken, wondering how something so beautiful could also be so deadly. Where the hell did that strength come from? He looked again, this time more warily, at her soft perfumed legs that surrounded him.

  Karin pulled a duvet over them both, such that it only just covered her thighs and butt and so gave James a gap through which he could get fresh air. She switched off the small table lamp and lay her head down on her pillow.

  “Karin?”

  “Not talking,” she whispered as she tensed her thighs as a warning.

  James felt far too excited to sleep. Her soft warm legs felt fantastic and he amused himself by gently kissing her butt. She didn’t react by squeezing his throat and so he assumed she must be enjoying his attention. He tried to kiss her orange panties, but they were sliding further and further up into her butt and out of his reach. But, that in turn revealed more and more of her butt for him to worship.

  Suddenly Karin’s legs twitched and then again. James listened and realised that she was asleep. All her movements were now subconscious, no doubt as a result of her dreams. She twitched and tensed again. It was like having a neck massage, one that would probably last all night.

  He buried his nose between her butt cheeks and breathed. Almost instantly he was rewarded with another involuntary squeeze from her thighs and a small moan. Exploring his predicament was providing no end of fun. James tried to lift his head to see if he could open Karin’s thighs. Nothing moved, she evidently slept with her muscles tensed, or at least she was tonight. As he relaxed again, he noticed that her grip around his neck had increased in reaction to his escape attempts.

  “OK, sweetheart, I’m not going anywhere,” he said, his lips brushing across her butt as he spoke. Her grip didn’t reduce, she still seemed to be compensating for his earlier escape attempts. James ran his hand along her legs and could feel the muscles working with no way to turn them off. It felt wonderful, warm and safe and completely consuming.