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.
Karin blew him a kiss as she approached.
“Where have you been?”
Karin walked right up to him so that he could smell her familiar scent and relive the many intimate encounters with her fit young body. His frustration soon turned to arousal.
“How are your day?” Sh
e asked, hands on hips.
“Good. You have the key Karin?”
“Off course.”
He smiled as Karin pulled the key out of her pocket and handed it to him. James tried it in both padlocks, but it only unlocked the padlock around the railings leaving him with one end of the chain still padlocked around his neck.
Finally free, James climbed to his feet and grabbed Karin around the waist. “You have the other key?” he asked as he pushed his hands into the front pockets of her jeans and reached across towards her clit. It was a tight fit and he struggled to pull his hands back out. He then pushed his hands into the back pockets of her jeans, grabbed her butt and pulled her towards him. Still no key but her butt felt great.
James hadn’t noticed that the back pockets of Karin’s jeans could be zipped up. Big mistake, as Karin simply reached behind her and zipped them up as far as they would go. James thought she was trying to remove his hands and so pushed them in further. The zips were now pulled tight against James wrists with the zippers pushed down to lock them in place. Karin waited patiently for James to realise what she’d done to him.
“Karin, I can’t get my hands out!”
“Should not put in.”
“Let me out!”
It seemed ridiculous, but his hands really were stuck inside Karin’s back pockets, pinned against her warm butt. The pockets were so tight that there was no way for James to move his hands enough to reach either zipper, the denim was pulled just too tightly around Karin’s curvy body.
“Park.” She ordered as she jumped up and wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist.
Looking like a horny couple, James carried Karin the few metres through the gate and over to a quiet wooded area in the park. He tried to put her down, but she refused to release her grip around his waist and they ended up lying facing each other on the grass. James’s wrists still inside her back pockets.
Karin propped herself up on one elbow and looked at him; broad shoulders, sexy smile and completely helpless. She was starting to play out many of her fantasies on this guy, although there were many more still to go. First it had been face sitting. James had been the first guy to make it through the whole day. Quite a feat of endurance! Many had baled after only an hour and in fact that was the reason she had started to chain them down. James had even wanted to keep one of the chains locked around his wrist as a souvenir.
She had expected him to return that night and ask her to unlock him. She certainly hadn’t expected him to return and ask to spend the night between her legs. What a night that had been! She had pretended to sleep, although she had been far too excited for that. She was so turned on she was desperate to see more of him and chaining his wrists together was a sure fire way to ensure he returned. How could anyone survive all day in a foreign city with hands chained together? But James had managed.
The next night was even better, she’d had oral sex on tap. Maybe he had been intimidated by being chained to her ankle, but there really wasn’t any need. He could easily have overpowered her and phoned, or even carried her to a locksmith. And then today. She’d watched him for some of the time, getting off on the fact that he was hers, that she had him trapped.
She returned to his sexy face and his sexy hands that continued to massage her butt in the mistaken hope that they could get free from her pockets. She was often nervous about kissing guys on the lips, what if they refused, but with James there was no way he could stop her.
His kisses were amazing! She closed her eyes and kissed him some more and within minutes, she was pulling down his jeans. She also pulled down her own jeans, but the bare minimum that was necessary as she wanted to keep his hands trapped in her pockets. Luckily there had been few people around to hear them make love. Karin hadn’t been quiet. She’d had few boyfriends, but still she felt confident with James. It didn’t matter, he would soon leave her. She pulled her jeans back up and re-buttoned them tightly around her hourglass hips. His hands now back in high security.
“This is crazy, we can’t even speak the same language.” James said as Karin lay on top of him, her head resting on his chest, her body heat keeping him warm. How could he ever get serious with this girl? Ten years younger and totally crazy. Karin’s slim ring-less fingers, with their short unpainted nails played constantly with the chain around James neck. She was obsessed and in no hurry to let him go.
***
No One Leaves Karin
James doesn’t want to leave and anyway Karin won’t let him
It was now dark and the park was completely empty. The temperature was dropping and the grass was starting to get damp. Karin still lay on top of James and continued to kiss him. With his hands still zipped inside the back pockets of her jeans, he had no option but to kiss back.
“Taking me to my house.”
“Back to your flat, sure, but you’ll need to unzip my hands.”
Karin shook her head and giggled. “Carrying me.”
James wasn’t going to do that, but given the crazy girl showed no signs of moving, he tried to climb to his feet. He rolled Karin on to the ground next to him and struggled until they were both sitting on the grass facing each other. In this position she was now sitting on his hands. Again she watched him intently but didn’t move and so he climbed to a swatting position. With his hands firmly gripping her butt, he then used all his strength to stand up and at the same time lift Karin back on to her feet. Karin jumped up and wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist.
“Go, go!”
“No way, it’s too far.” He complained.
“OK, I pull you on the ground.”
Fuck, he didn’t have the strength to lift them both up again and so gripped her butt and started to walk. This delighted Karin and she kissed him again. James had no option but to continue, her thighs gripped him so tightly that if she fell she would pull him down with her.
By the time they reached her building James was exhausted. By the time he’d carried her to the fifth floor, he was ready to collapse. Her body was still wrapped tightly around him as she unlocked the front door and pointed to her bedroom. He lowered her down on to her bed, but still she dragged him down on top of her.
Karin’s brown hair was messed up and the little makeup she wore was smudged. Her old blue jeans were now muddy with James hands still imprisoned inside. She pulled off her old scuffed leather jacket and trainers, her erect nipples now showing through her tight white t-shirt.
She unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down over her hips and off over her legs. With the denim finally free of her butt, James was able to feel through the material and use one hand to loosen the zip on the opposite pocket. Once one hand was free, he could unzip the second pocket and finally escape her jeans. James sat down on the edge of her bed breathing hard and dripping from perspiration as Karin unlocked the chain from around his neck.
At that point, still overcome with exhaustion, Karin flicked her hips forward, wrapped her thighs around his neck and pulled him backward on to the bed. Her muscles tighten, encircling him completely and pulling him closer and closer into her.
“I are your princess!”
“Fuck, yeah!”
James completely accepted her statement and started to kiss her crotch. She tightened even more and James found his mouth once more buried into the front of her underwear. He looked up to see her big aroused eyes smiling back. As her legs tightened, the smile became bigger. Knowing the danger of fighting against her legs, James pulled her underwear clear and started on her with his tongue. He thrust it inside her as hard as he could, almost in revenge, but she loved it and cried out in pleasure.
His tongue was still deep inside her as she unbuttoned his jeans. He’d been hard for most of the day, but now he could feel his cock sliding into her warm mouth. As he reached deeper, so did she until they climaxed at the same time.
It had been an amazing two days and James had never felt so relaxed and so spent as he lay next to her
. Karin started to move first and used her bare feet to push him down to the end of her bed. He was now up against the wrought iron footboard and from here it was easy for her to wrap the heavy chain around both his neck and the bed frame and padlock it in place.
James didn’t even try to resist. He had a few hours until his flight later that evening and was happy to enjoy Karin’s company for as long as he could. He watched her walk around her small bedroom. She looked a tough rocker chick with her wild unbrushed hair and leather jacket, but below that she was a cute girl, naked other than for orange panties that rode up her butt.
She returned to the bed and sat down full on his face. It reminded her of when they first met and the feeling she’d had when she first sat on that cute smile. At infrequent intervals she lifted slightly to break the seal and give him some air; the very minimum needed for survival.
At all times her butt rested heavily on his eyes. It was important that she kept him blindfolded as she turned the pages of his passport. He was well travelled, although may become less so. Her slim ring less fingers gently tore the photo page from the passport and then continued to rip the page to pieces. Simple, but effective, there was now no way he could leave her country tonight. But then, there was no way he was going to leave her bedroom that night.
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