Under Karin (6 page)

“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.”
Karin 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?”

James gave up
the pointless discussion, relieved that at least this time she
hadn’t pinned him down under her chair.

“Kiss toes!”
She demanded.

Karin was now
sitting on the edge of the metal chair with her legs open, touching
herself. Half of her face was covered by her un-brushed hair which
together with yesterday’s smudged mascara gave her a very hung over
look. Just like her fingers, her toenails were unpainted and soft
from having spent most of their life in her old trainers. He kissed
her toes one by one.

“Yesterday in
the street. You like?” She asked.

“Kinda fun.”
James smiled.

“Today you
like?”

Karin handed
him her phone with a news article that she had helpfully translated
into English. There appeared to be some sort of demonstration
happening that day against the redevelopment of some parkland. Site
clearance was due to start and protestors were threatening to delay
the work by chaining themselves to the old railings that surrounded
the park.

He handed back
her phone. “OK and you are worried about the park?”

“Yes!”

“Really?”

Karin
smiled.

“Difficult if
I’m chained to your leg.”

Karin pulled
her un-brushed hair back behind her ears and put on her glasses.
Then with James at her heel, she walked bare foot down the dingy
hall to the front door. James tried desperately to keep up with
her, which was not easy when walking on all fours with chained
hands.

She crouched
down and picked up a white envelope with her own address written in
big swirly writing. She ripped it open and took out two silver
keys.

“Fast post.”
She said as she unlocked the chain from her ankle.

“And my
neck?”

Karin shook her
head and simply hooked the unlocked padlock on to the spare end of
the chain that now hung from his neck. “Ready if I want.”

“Ready for
what?”

Karin mimicked
wrapping the spare end around something and then padlocking it in
place. She even made a little click with her tongue as she acted
out how she would lock the padlock.

“Ready for my
imprisonment.” James summarised, both excited and nervous about the
prospect of once again being under this cute German girl’s lock and
key.

*

They reached
the park at where around fifty people, many of them students, were
already milling around. Some held banners and all were dressed like
Karin in the student uniform of old blue jeans and jacket. James
had done his best to blend in with albeit with designer jeans and a
smart green shirt. Fortunately Karin had unlocked his wrists and he
was able to tuck the high security chain inside his shirt.

Karin was
fidgeting excitedly as she walked past a number of people who had
already chained themselves to the old wrought iron railings. She’d
been thinking about this demonstration for some time. She had
considered asking others if they’d like her to lock them up and
hold their keys, but she doubted many would take her up on her
offer. Now she had her own guy and a much better chance of acting
out her plan. Karin chose a spot and pointed at the concrete
pavement.

James was also
turned on by the prospect as he sat down next to a woman in a grey
pattern jumper, short black skirt and red heels. She was with a
group of friends who were already chained to the railings. She
herself had a heavy bike lock around her neck. James smiled at her,
but didn’t understand her long German reply. He just smiled
again.

Karin leaned
against James with her thigh resting on his chest to ensure he was
against the railings and then wrapped the spare end of the chain
around one of the thick vertical bars and locked it with the second
padlock. The smooth click of the lock sent a shiver up James’s
spine. Maybe he would have preferred her to lock him up with her
old chain and padlocks, they might have been an easier prospect for
the rescue services in the event that Karin didn’t return. She had
also locked him very tightly with his neck held right against the
railings.

“Too tight?”
James questioned as Karin pushed the key deep into the back pocket
of her jeans

“Being
safe.”

James then
realised that she’d chained to him to the vertical bar just below
the main horizontal bar. Therefore, unlike the others who were also
chained to the railings, he wasn’t able to stand up.

“Karin, you’ve
chained me to the wrong part.”

“I do it.”
Karin smiled as she put on her glasses and turned to read the large
placard that was being carried up the road.

“Do it? Do
what?” James asked

He tried to
grab the back pocket of her jeans only to find that she was
standing just out of his reach. He was thinking about his next move
when Karin simply walked away.

James’s cock
was rock hard as he watched her butt move and her hips sway as she
walked. Fuck she was sexy and he loved the feeling of being her
prisoner. All too soon though, she was lost from sight in the
crowd. He returned to his predicament and tried to stretch the
chain, as if it was elastic. Fuck, there was no way out.

The large
placard was now getting closer and all the demonstrators were
standing up and cheering; at least all of those who hadn’t been
chained up below the horizontal bar. James consoled himself by
watching the woman next to him slid her neck chain up the railing
and her long legs jump up and down above him.

By 1pm,
everyone was preparing to join the march through the town. The
woman in the short skirt next to him pulled a key from her bra and
quickly and easily unlocked the bike lock around her neck. She
smiled at James, who she now knew spoke only English.

“Give me your
key, I unlock you.”

James looked
uneasy. “Oh, umm.... my friend has it.”

“Oh!” The woman
seemed concern.

“She’s coming.”
James replied, although he really wan’t sure whether that was
true.

“I wait!”

“No, no, it’s
fine.”

Even though her
friends had now left, the woman in the short skirt stayed with him
and paced back and forth as if protecting him, or even guarding
him. Her short skirt flared out and swung around as she paced. As
she grew tired, she leaned against the railings where the wind blew
her short flared dress against his face. He felt the soft material
brush against him and smelt her scent.

“Oh,
sorry!”

She wasn’t. She
was enjoying this sexy guy’s predicament. Big strong guy and yet he
was completely helpless. She stood a little closer, just to ensure
that he had a good view of her legs. She’d already seen him look up
her skirt, discretely, but she’d noticed. She wanted to lift the
hem of her skirt a little further, even lift it over his head, but
she didn’t dare.

A couple walked
past and smiled at her. ‘Yes, they think I’ve locked him up’ she
thought. She still had her own keys in her hand and swung them
around her fingerr provocatively for the couple’s benefit. OK, they
weren’t the keys to free this good looking guy, but hey she could
pretend they were.

“Very cold
today.” she smiled at James and moved a little closer.

He smiled back,
but to her disappointment didn’t take her hint and ask to share her
skirt. She didn’t know why, it would have kept him warm and would
have made her hot.

“Where’s your
friend?” The woman asked, happy for her skirt to billow up.

James
shrugged.

It was now 2pm
and even the girl in the short skirt had to leave, promising to
return later in case James still needed help. The demonstration had
long since finished, but still Karin hadn’t returned. Being chained
up in public had been fun when he could blend into the
demonstration and it had been interesting with the short skirt girl
for company, but now it was starting to get painful and
embarrassing. He pulled his cap down and tried to avoid
attention.