Under Karin (4 page)

Being so
intimately connected to a horny, sleeping girl felt great and had
also created a build up of heat and pressure between her legs.
James had to lie still for a while waiting for her to relax again,
maybe then he could even get his head out of the deepest confines
of her crotch and then maybe even get some sleep.

It hadn’t
worked. James had spent the rest of the night in exactly the same
position and hadn’t even come close to sleeping. He was hot,
inundated with her scent, aroused and completely exhausted when she
finally woke.

“Hi, morning,”
Karin said with her sleepy voice.

After getting
no reply, she looked behind her and saw James’s face pushed up hard
between her legs. She opened her tacky thighs a little and thrust
her hips forward so that his head once more stuck out from between
the back of her thighs.

“Morning,”
James’s dry mouth barely moved, but at least he was back in fresh
air, once more facing her beautiful butt.

“You sleep?”
Karin’s face was still hidden behind a bundle of wild hair.

“No, but I’m
not complaining.”

Karin felt the
front of her panties and was embarrassed by how wet she was. She
must have multiple wet dreams, but she was hardly surprised given
who she’d had between her legs.

“Open up?”
James tapped Karin’s’ thigh as if conceding a wrestling match.

“No!”

“What?”

Karin’s refusal
to release him was now making James feel claustrophobic. After
eight hours between her damp thighs he started to try to force his
way out.

“You forget?”
Karin tensed up and squeezed him.

James buried
his face back into her crotch and cried out in frustration, how was
he going to get away from this crazy girl. Within seconds, though,
James’s cries had changed from pain to pleasure. Karin had slipped
her hand inside his boxers and was running her fingers over him. It
was his quickest and most intense time ever and he closed his eyes
and enjoyed the natural drugs running through him.

James’s eyes
were now closed and he felt incredibly tired as he lay there still
locked between her legs.

“Do you want
opening?”

“No,” he was
almost asleep.

“Last chance or
I will lock you two hours.”

Karin started
to count down from ten to one. When she reached one James felt a
small squeezed around his neck to signify that the prison was now
locked. Karin was explaining in a mix of broken English and German
how she would absolutely not open up for at least two hours as
James fell asleep.

It was past ten
o’clock when Karin finally released him. He lay on the bed watching
Karin’s butt bounce as she made her way to the bathroom. When she
returned she sat down on the bed right next to James’s head and he
reached around her and pushed his face into the outside of her
thigh.

“Did you sleep
well?” James asked interested to know what his attention had meant
for her sleep.

“Really good
for all night.”

“I thought you
enjoyed yourself.”

Karin crossed
her legs to try and hide her wet underwear.

“Maybe I should
paid to you,” she said standing up and pulling on a pair of old
grey track pants and white t-shirt.

James showered
and returned to drink a cup of black coffee that she had made for
him. Standing together in her small kitchen, he was taller and
bigger than her yet had spent the whole night convinced that she
was some kind of giantess. It was bizarre how the female body could
do that to a guy’s mind.

While James
wondered why Karin’s legs were so intimidating, Karin’s mind still
hadn’t worked out why this sexy guy was paying her, he was turning
her on as much as she was him. She’d felt wonderful sleeping with
him. Her usual loneliness had been replaced with almost constant
arousal. Her eyes flicked across his body and remembered the chain
that she’s locked around his wrist the night before.

“Bracelet?”

“Yes, I’m your
prisoner...”

“Want souvenir
again for other hand?”

James held out
his other hand and dutifully waited for Karin to padlock a second
short length of chain around it. James tugged on the padlock and
chain to confirm it was locked far too tightly to ever slide off
his wrist.

Again, standing
there in old jeans and jumper, Karin looked very ordinary and James
couldn’t quite believe how such an unassuming girl had exerted so
much power over him. He followed her out to the front door where he
gave her a kiss on the lips.

“Anytime want
more please be coming back.”

James was just
about to open the door when Karin grabbed one of his wrists and
hooked yet another padlock through the chain. She then pulled his
other wrist over and looped the same padlock through the chain that
encircled his other wrist.

“I can lock for
you?” she purred.

“Then my hands
would be chained together.... difficult for the plane.”

He looked at
the padlock that she held between her fingers.

“How would I
get home?”

“Maybe you have
to come back, begging the keys.”

James was
swallowing hard, this was all getting complicated.

“OK,” he
replied hesitantly.

Karin had
closed the padlock almost before James had closed his mouth. He
pulled and twisted to confirm that his wrists were chained
together.

“The keys?” he
asked.

“Coming back
tonight.”

***

Handcuffed in Public

Karin chains
his hands together and sends him out for the day

Karin closed
the front door in his face and locked it leaving James standing on
the door step unsure of what to do next. Only then did he realise
that he’d left his bag inside her flat. Being separated from a few
dirty clothes wasn’t a problem, but she now had his passport and
wallet which made returning home even harder. He knelt down and
looked through the keyhole just as Karin inserted her key and
locked the deadlock.

“Karin, my
bag?”

“For me
now.”

She giggled as
she withdrew the key and walked back through the small hallway.
James looked down at his chained hands and experimented until he
could clasp his hands together in a way that both hid the chain and
looked least suspicious. He walked back down the five flights of
stairs and saw a cafe across the busy street and started to walk
there as naturally as he could.

Karin didn’t
live in the nicest neighbourhood and James felt out of place in his
suit. Getting into a fight with his hands chained up would only end
badly. He ducked into the cafe and was pleased to that it was
reasonably OK, with booths at the back. He slid as far as he could
into the very back booth and ordered coffee and toast from the
blonde waitress.

James had
already decided he would cancel his meetings and stay in Germany
for another day. That was easy enough, but spending the day in an
unknown city while hiding the fact that his hands were chained was
not going to be easy. What had Karin been thinking?

He had no
intention of escaping from her chains, but he liked to think
through the options if only to prove to himself that he had none.
Buying a hacksaw or bolt cutters wouldn’t work. With his wrists
chained so closely together there was no way he could use the tools
without help. A locksmith was also out of the question, there was
no way he was going to share his predicament with anyone. Anyway,
he didn’t know the German for ‘I let some crazy girl padlock my
hands together’. Picking the locks was also impossible. The way
she’d chained him, with his wrists almost touching, he couldn’t
even reach the locks. Karin was his only option.

‘Cafe across
road, let me buy you breakfast. James x.’ he sent the text and
started to drink his coffee two handed.

‘Wait.’

He had to wait
half an hour before Karin finally appeared, dressed in leather
jacket and jeans. With her hair up in a ponytail, wearing glasses
and carrying books she looked every bit the typical student. She
slid into the booth and sat opposite James.

“What would you
like?” he asked as he smiled to the waitress and let Karin order
for herself.

“What?” Karin
asked as she leant forward and stared right into his eyes.

“I really can’t
spend the day like this.”

“Key in my
jeans pocket, come.”

James knew she
wasn’t going to make this easy for him, but he probably didn’t
realise how difficult she would make it. He started to slide back
out of the booth, but Karin stopped him and pointed under the
table. James protested, but Karin just ignored him and drank her
coffee.

With no option,
James checked that they weren’t being watched and then ducked
underneath the table and edged over to Karin’s crossed legs. He
reached up and tried to push his fingers into one of the front
pockets of her jeans. The jeans had been well fitting when she’d
been standing, but now she was sitting, the denim was pulled even
more tightly around her hips. That in turn sealed the entrance to
her pockets even more tightly. James soon gave that up and instead
ran his hands along the outside of her jeans only to find that both
front pockets were empty.

With Karin
pretending to ignore the guy touching her under the table, James
reached around and soon discovered that the back pockets of her
jeans were pinned beneath her butt and therefore completely
inaccessible.

“Karin, lift
up, please,” he whispered.

To James
surprise, Karin leant over and lifted one side of her butt up from
the black vinyl bench. James saw a small bulge in her back pocket
which he guessed was the keys. He reacted quickly, but still
couldn’t get his chained hands to her pocket before she sat back
down.

James tried to
push her to one side so he could access her pocket, or at least
slip a hand inside, but she was easily able to stop him.

“Karin,
please!”

This time he
heard giggling from above the table. Karin couldn’t help herself,
James’s predicament and the touch of his strong hands on her body
were making her feel hot and sexy. She was eager that he stay down
there longer.

She uncrossed
her legs, lifted one and placed it back down between his chained
hands. She then wrapped her ankles together to form a continuous
loop. The loop of her legs was now linked with the continuous loop
of James’s chained hands. She waited excitedly for him to try to
escape from that one.

James realised
what she’d done just as Karin called the waitress. Fuck, he didn’t
want to be under the table when the waitress arrived. Karin’s
ankles were still crossed, but she’d opened her knees. James
decided to lean forward and use his shoulders as leverage to force
open her ankles. He moved forward, but Karin was way ahead of him.
As soon as his head passed between her knees, she snapped them back
together around his neck. He knew things must be getting worst as
he heard Karin trying to suppress more giggles.

The waitress
was now standing by the table talking to Karin, although
fortunately he was still out of sight beneath the far end of the
booth table. He just had to keep quiet, but even that wasn’t easy
as Karin was squeezing his head hard between her knees and he was
struggled to avoid choking. Karin was getting off on the situation
and the harder she squeezed, the better she felt. By the time she
released him and he’d struggled back to his seat, she was very
aroused.

“Karin, I need
the keys!”

“Key in my
jeans under table, I tell you.”

“Your legs are
also under the table.”

“You like my
legs?”

“Mmm, but
they’re dangerous,” James observed as he sipped his new coffee and
watched her intently, the fact that she was close to orgasm was
easy to see. No doubt she could see the same in his eyes. Karin had
to get some air before her feelings got out of control. She stood
up, leaned across the table and kissed James on the cheek. She gave
him one more cute smile, blew him a kiss and walked out.

Shit, he would
have to pay the bill before following her or risk another set of
handcuffs, this time from the police. He struggled to pull his
wallet out of his hip pocket and clumsily pulled out some notes. As
he stood up he realised the waitress had been watching him and had
seen the chains around his wrists. She walked towards him,
seemingly intrigued by his situation and sat down on the end of the
bench blocking James way out.

“Hi,” she
said.

James was so
focused on Karin and the keys that he didn’t even notice the woman
as she pulled up his suit sleeves to inspect the chains.

“I wish I had
the keys,” she said in good English as she gently lay his conjoined
wrists back down.

“That’s makes
two of us!”

James smiled,
amazed by the obvious come on. It seemed that being chained in
public was common place in this part of the world. Unfortunately he
was in no position to flirt and so pulled another large note from
his wallet and put it on the table in front of her. The waitress
may not have had the keys, but it wouldn’t be easy getting out of
the booth unnoticed with her sitting there. Maybe a tip would
help.

Knowing that
she wasn’t going to get anymore of his attention and pleased with
the extra tip, the waitress stood up and watched with a smile as
James left the cafe as discretely as possible. James wasn’t
bothered about the extra Euros he’d paid, but was annoyed that he’d
now lost Karin and his only hope of getting out of the chains.

‘Karin, maybe I
can buy you lunch too?’ he texted from a bench in the park.

He waited,
unable to much else, and pissed that he had let her go at the cafe.
Finally his phone beeped with the name of a clothes shop. He’d
noticed the shop in the main street, the provocative dresses on the
manikins in the window had been hard to miss, and so quickly walked
there while trying not to draw attention to himself.