One Day in Germany

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

Karin at least could walk normally, if a little slowly. James had to crawl along beside her, 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 backrest and was more arty and unusual. Karin had bought it from a friend and only afterwards had she realised this particular use.

"Lying down," she ordered.

With his head tethered to Karin's stationary ankle this wasn't easy, but finally James was down on his back, lying on the rug with his legs reaching out under the table.

"Beautiful chair," Karin smiled as she positioned it 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.

"And which is your chair?" he 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 that 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."

James continued to try to escape and was now getting really turned on by the fact that he 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.

"Nice," Karin was digging the heel of her right shoe into his abs and giggling. 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.

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. But her dress clad butt still sat above him and therefore he was no closer to getting his head out from beneath her chair.

"Wine now."

"Great, but I think you'll have to let me out from under here."

"I not think."

James let go of the metal bar and gratefully took the glass of wine that Karin handed down beneath her chair. 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 sat on it again. 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.

Karin 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 was feeling embarrassed and slightly humiliated as he waited on all fours as Karin undid and lifted up her dress. As she pulled down her panties they both heard a clatter of metal against the old porcelain toilet as the keys fell out from where they nestled in her underwear.

"Keys!"

Karin laughed, she was now quite drunk as she pulled the keys from the toilet bowl and walked over to the basin to rinse them. James obediently crawled along beneath her naked butt, with his head between her feet and her panties, which were now around her ankles, resting on his head. Karin then walked back to the toilet and sat down, with James's head submissively positioned between her ankles.

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

"Why do you ask?" James was suspicious.

"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 or jacket.

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. And it was so easy, yet he'd been trying to open that padlock all day.

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. Maybe it was why she enjoyed long sessions of face sitting. Once she had a guy beneath her, that 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.

She 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, although the already fevered atmosphere meant that the first time was over in almost seconds. After many more orgasms they fell asleep, still chained head to toe. James hugged Karin's thigh and Karin buried her head into his narrow waist. They slept deeply, both helplessly shackled together.