Under Karin

by Andrea Jordan

  She took his hands and positioned them on her butt.

  “Keys.”

  “Fuck! I wish I could swap places with them.”

  “I shrink and put you in, later!”

  Karin kissed James on the cheek and walked back to the dressing room. The dress was turning her on, what must James be thinking. When she reappeared she was back in her jeans and black leather jacket. She casually dropped both new outfits into James lap and strode out of the shop. James instinctively followed her, only to set off the alarms as he was still holding the clothes.

  Two assistants appeared from nowhere and one took hold of his arms.

  “Sorry, sorry!” he apologised as they led him back to the counter. He couldn’t understand what they were saying, although the word ‘police’ was mentioned several times.

  “I buy, I buy!” James had lost his usual coolness and fumbled with his credit card while one of the assistants continued to hold him by the arm.

  With everything purchased, he hurried out of the shop and looked desperately up and down the street. The shop assistants had definitely seen his wrists and he’d been lucky to get out without being arrested. And worse of all, he’d lost Karin again and therefore lost track of the keys that followed dutifully around in her back pocket. He called and texted her, but she didn’t answer. He went to her flat, again no answer, but he left the new outfits for her outside her front door. A peace offering that might eventually get him out of Karin’s most effective handcuffs.

  James then returned to the cafe and to the table at the back. The same pretty blonde waitress immediately came to serve him and again she seemed overly fascinated by his chained hands.

  “My favourite customer is still locked?” she’d asked as she slid into the same side of his booth and sat on the table next to him with her feet on the bench. She’d walked back to the kitchen to prepare James’s order, but had returned to sit on his table again, this time with her skirt pulled up a little higher. When the only other customer left the cafe, the waitress opened her legs wider and edged even closer.

  James’s phone beeped with a message from Karin. ‘Come my houses.’

  The waitress still had her feet on the bench blocking his exit. James tried to order more coffee but she had refused to serve him and instead just watched his predicament with interest. Finally another customer arrived and wanted to order. Free of the overly curious blonde, he jumped up and left the cafe and quickly made his way back to Karin’s flat.

  Karin was standing in the middle of her lounge wearing the red dress. Not only that, she wore heels and make up and even her hair looked different. Whether it was the dress, the makeup or the power she had over him, this strange girl was starting to look stunning. James wasn’t even pissed about what she’d put him through that day.

  “You look fantastic,”

  “You too. Sexy chains.”

  Oh yes, James had almost forgotten, it now seemed quite normal to have his hands chained up. He kissed her cheek and explored her body encased in her new dress. Shit, how much did he want to get inside.

  “Hands and feets!”

  James smiled and got down onto all fours and let Karin used his back as a temporary seat. The way the slippery fabric of her dress moulded over his muscled body felt sexy and she rubbed herself against him several times before she sat down with her full weight.

  Karin picked up a length of chain and padlocked it closely around James’s neck. She then leaned forward as much as the dress would allow and padlocked the other end of the chain around her left ankle. There were only three links of chain between them. She stood up and positioned herself astride the prostrate guy’s head.

  Karin was buzzing. She loved the fact that James couldn’t lift his head more than a couple of inches from the floor and was now permanently at her foot level. She also loved the look in his eyes as he craned his neck to look up at her. She even opened her legs as far as she could to give him a more interesting view. Most of all, she loved the fact that James couldn’t leave her side.

  Karin’s heart rate was steadily increasing as she placed the high heel of her right foot down over the chains that secured James’s wrists so that his hands were also now pinned down by her weight.

  “Every time I see you I get more chains.”....and you never seem to unlock them.”

  Karin giggled.

  “Do you know how to unlock a padlock....I’ve never seen you do it.”

  “Maybe all keys in my dress or maybe all lost...”

  There wasn’t much James could do to get to the keys under either of those scenarios and so with escape impossible, he started to kiss her beautiful feet.

  ***

  Shackled Together for the Night

  James spends the night with his neck chained to her ankle, with no keys in sight

  Wearing the sexy elegant red dress, Karin turned and started to walk towards the kitchen. Walking was slow, partly due to her tight dress and the unaccustomed high heels, but also because James’s head was chained to her left ankle and therefore had to follow it everywhere.

  Karin at least could walk normally, if a little slowly, but James had to crawl along beside her with his wrists chained together and his head bowed submissively to the ground. Each time she took a step he had to follow to avoid being garrotted by the strength of her legs. She picked up a bottle of wine and two glasses and walked back to the lounge and over to her small dining table.

  The dining table was surrounded by four unmatched chairs. Three were old and wooden, but the fourth had a metal frame and glass seat and was more arty and unusual. Karin had bought it from a friend and only afterwards had realised this particular use.

  “Lying down,” she ordered.

  With his head tethered to Karin’s stationary ankle this wasn’t easy, but finally James lay down on his back with his legs stretched out under the table. Karin positioned the chair above his head with the front legs either of his neck and the front horizontal support bar resting just above his throat. There was no way he would be able to get his head out without lifting the chair.

  “Beautifully chair.”

  “And where will you be sitting?” James smiled as he looked up at her through the transparent glass seat above him.

  “Mmm, you see.”

  With her body caressed by the sexy dress, Karin slowly and deliberately sat down on the glass. Her left ankle had to stay close to the front of the chair, in close proximity to James’s neck, but she lifted her right foot and crossed her legs seductively.

  James lay below fascinated by the way the dress had touched the glass and then spread out as her full weight took hold. When seated, the dress was even tighter and he could see the taut fabric holding her body even more snugly inside. The pressure building up on the inside of the sexy dress must have been immense.

  James reached for the metal bar that pinned his throat to the floor and tried to lift. Nothing moved, her weight and the awkward angle meant he had no chance of escaping while she was sitting on top. It was a lovely feeling, held securely down and unable to go anywhere without her permission.

  “It won’t move,” he said having really tried.

  “I know.”

  “But I do have a great view of your cute butt.”

  “I know!”

  James continued to try to escape and was now getting really turned on by the fact that he really couldn’t budge it at all. He looked up at the woman in the dress sitting above him, she wasn’t going anywhere and so neither was he. Karin leaned forward and unbuttoned his shirt to reveal his toned chest and abs that were already tensing from his continued attempts to lift her.

  Karin dug the heel of her right shoe into his abs. She could feel vibrations coming through the chair from his efforts beneath her, but he wasn’t even close to moving her.

  “This is impossible,” James laughed as he simultaneously tried to lift the chair and guard himself from her pointed heel.

  “Kiss my butt!” Karin teased.

&nbs
p; That was impossible, but that didn’t stop James from trying.

  With James more than distracted, Karin squeezed her hand down through the open cleavage of her dress and tried to reach her fingertips down inside her panties. Yes, she could just reach and she rubbed herself as he continued to struggle pointlessly beneath her.

  “Karin?”

  The woman above him had stopped stabbing his chest with her heel and was sitting motionless and breathing heavily above him. Her dress clad butt still sat above him and therefore he was no closer to getting his head out from beneath her chair. Karin was now moaning with pleasure. The action was all hidden deep within her dress and all James could do was to watch her butt wriggle around above him.

  “Wine now.” Karin finally announced.

  “Great, but I think you’ll have to let me out from under here.”

  “I not think.”

  If Karin was to ‘not think’, then James was going nowhere. He let go of the metal bar and gratefully took the glass of wine that Karin handed down beneath her. He carefully poured half of it into his mouth, followed quickly by the rest. A second glass soon followed.

  They had started on the second bottle and Karin was already light headed when she stood up and tipped the chair backwards. James couldn’t believe how easy it had been for her to lift the metal bar from above his neck, it felt as though he’d expended thousand of calories trying to lift that bar.

  “Karin, no!”

  He couldn’t believe it, he hadn’t moved quickly enough and she’d lowered the chair back down and perched her butt on the edge. The immoveable bar was back above his throat and he pushed and pushed as Karin giggled. The red dress had looked so cute in the shop, but was now taking on a whole different persona.

  “Quick now.”

  James wasn’t going to make the same mistake twice and as soon as she stood up and lifted the chair, he moved out from underneath. She lowered the chair back down, but this time he wasn’t underneath that bloody bar. She walked over to the bathroom with James crawling along beside her like a very obedient dog. There wasn’t much he could do other than to walk to heel as she led him into the bathroom.

  “The toilet?” James could see where this was going.

  Karin used her leg to give him a harder than usual tug on his neck and within seconds they were inside the small bathroom. James felt embarrassed and slightly humiliated as he waited on all fours with his head between Karin’s feet for her to unzip and slip out of her dress. Then as she pulled down her panties they both heard a clatter of metal against the old porcelain toilet as the keys to his handcuffs fell out from where they nestled in her underwear and into the toilet.

  “Keys!”

  Karin laughed, she was now quite drunk as she picked the keys out of the toilet bowl and rinsed them in the basin. James knelt obediently with his head between her feet with her underwear now resting on his head.

  “You cold?” she asked as she sat on the toilet and looked down at him between her knees.

  “Why do you ask?”

  “I can warm.”

  James watched as she pulled her black satin panties that were already resting on his head, down over his face.

  “Karin, you’re too kind.”

  James’s lips moved against the warm fabric of her underwear. He knew it wasn’t worth trying to remove them, the pissed crazy girl wouldn’t like that and would probably padlock them in place. And a padlock clicked shut by Karin tended to stay locked forever. So he just stayed there and listened as she pissed into the toilet above him and hummed to herself.

  “Shower now.”

  Karin stood and extracted herself from the complicated straps and zips that sealed her inside her dress. She kicked off her shoes and staggered slightly across the floor, pulling James’s head with her. She then tried to remove her panties only to realise that that was impossible with James chained to her ankle.

  “You’ll have to unlock us,” James asked hopefully.

  “No.”

  “OK, but you’ll have to unlock my hands or I won’t be able to remove my shirt.

  Karin reluctantly agreed to this one and grabbed her keys and popped open the padlock that secured his two wrist chains. Free twelve hours after she had first clicked it shut. Karin quickly removed all of his clothes and was surprised to see James obligingly holding his hands together so that she could relock them. For some strange reason, he preferred them locked.

  “Good boy,” Karin smiled as she relocked his wrists just as tightly.

  Completely naked, other than for Karin’s underwear they showered, at least Karin showered and James caught the warm water that fell from her body. They climbed out and Karin dried herself while James looked up at the key ring that Karin had hung conveniently out of his reach on a hook with her new dress. James could see three old keys that looked like the keys to his wrists. The padlocks that secured his neck to Karin’s ankle were new and there were no new keys on the ring.

  “Where are the keys to this?” James tugged on the chain that connected them.

  Karin held her hands to her mouth and giggled nervously.

  “I post to me....maybe come tomorrow.”

  Fuck, she really was crazy.

  Karin had been fantasising about this for a long time, being chained to another person, a sexy guy, with no way to separate. It may have stemmed from a lonely childhood or maybe just a love of bondage. She had suffered from loneliness for most of her life. Maybe it was why she enjoyed long sessions of face sitting. Once she had a guy beneath her, there was no physical way he could leave her and the skin to skin contact it gave her felt comforting. Maybe it was an unusual form of physical contact to some, but not to Karin.

  Karin pulled up her wet panties that now really were inseparable from her and led James back to her bedroom and up on to her bed. James refocused on the high security padlocks and heavy chain that secured him to her ankle and to which neither of them had the keys. There was no way to escape her body that evening, even if his life depended on it. Again he felt a shot of excitement run through him.

  James playfully tickled the foot that he was attached to and immediately regretted it as she fought back. It was apparent that her strong leg muscles, combined with how the chain pulled against his throat meant that she could control him and move him around her bed at will. Her thighs were once again a threat and something James would have to respect.

  Karin watched the guy whose tall, sexy body had so intimidated her at the station the previous day and who was now chained to her, kissing her feet as if his life depended on it. His cock was rock hard and she eased it into her mouth.

  “Oh fuck,” he cried.

  She could do whatever she wanted to him, there was no way he was going to leave her tonight. She started by using her strong thighs to pull his head up to her wet panties and used her other leg to crush his face down into them. Her legs really could do whatever they wanted to his head.

  Karin and James lay there stimulating each other until way past midnight. After many orgasms they fell asleep, still chained head to toe. James’s head was once again between Karin’s thighs and Karin had buried her head into his firm narrow waist. They slept deeply, both helplessly shackled together.

  ***

  Chained to the Railings

  Karin has no idea what the demonstration is about,

  but that doesn’t stop her from chaining James up for the cause

  James woke the next morning to find his tongue inside Karin’s pussy, this really was 24 hour worship. His head was resting on her left thighs, with her right thigh resting harmlessly above him. He kissed the inside of her left thigh only to set off a chain reaction whereby Karin woke, stretched and squeezed her thighs together. He quickly kissed her thighs again in the hope of reversing the reaction. His attention then turned to the chain and padlocks that connected his neck to Karin’s left ankle. It was still there, the padlocks were still locked and there were still no keys.

  “Guten morgen.” Ka
rin voice was still sleepy.

  James replied as he tried to lift his head up to see over her butt.

  Karin used her leg to push his face back down and into her butt. “Saying good morning!”

  “To your bum?”

  “Yes!”

  “You must obey!”

  “Obey your bum?”

  “Yes!”

  Fucking hell, what was he doing here with this crazy German girl? But he was now completely obsessed by her, plus he was still shackled to her ankle, and so did as she asked.

  “Good morning Karin’s butt.” He said and kissed her black underwear.

  Karin giggled. “You crazy!”

  James shook his head in disbelief only for Karin’s strong legs to yank him again so that his face was now up against the front of her panties. She whispered something in German which he didn’t understand, which was followed by Karin’s foot on the back of his head pushing him into her. That part he did understand. He pulled aside her black underwear and kissed her deeper and deeper.

  Karin made sure he stayed in place by stretching her black satin panties over James’s head which pushed his mouth deeper still and made for a very hot and humid atmosphere inside. With James’s head positioned where she wanted it, she reached down and took hold of his cock in return.

  Once Karin was satisfied, she straightened her left leg and dragged James head back down the bed and pulled him on to the floor. She stood up and walked to her wardrobe with James following her like an obedient dog; his head never more than a few inches from her ankle. She slipped an old summer dress over her head and led James to the kitchen.

  “When will the keys arrive?”

  Karin looked confused.

  “You understand that!” James craned his neck to look up at her.

  Karin giggled before replying in German.

  “What?” He asked.

  “You not understand?”