Under Karin (5 page)

When he
arrived, he found Karin standing outside the changing rooms wearing
a tight red halter neck top and very tight black leather shorts.
The shorts were probably a size too small for her, but they
certainly showcased her hips. James took a seat and watched as
Karin walked towards him with her sexiest hip swaying walk. She
then turned, rolled her hips and walked back into the changing
rooms.

“Karin?”

She could hear
his English accent as he tried to open the changing room door from
the outside and she had to suppress a giggle as she heard a shop
assistance asking him in German to leave the woman’s dressing
rooms.

Karin changed
into the long red dress that she had been wanting for ages. It was
another halter neck, but then it split at the front to make for a
very revealing cleavage that was held together by crisscrossing
straps. It then tightened up around the waist and hips and reached
down to below the knee. It fitted very tightly around her waist,
hips and legs and with no split, it was difficult for Karin to
walk.

It left little
to the imagination around the breasts, but left everything to the
imagination down below. Once zipped into the dress, everything
around the woman’s butt was well and truly sealed. ‘That will
frustrate him’ Karin thought as she dropped the keys into her
panties and then eased herself into the well fitting dress.

The effect upon
James was evident as soon as she opened the dressing room door and
proceeded to walk towards him, carefully with small steps.

“Wow!” he
breathed as he ran his chained hands over her body even though that
meant risking being seen.

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.

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.