Under Karin

By Andrea
Jordan

Copyright 2015
Andrea Jordan

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Chapters

1. Under her Butt
   

2. Between her
   Thighs
   

3. Handcuffed in
   Public
   

4. Shackled Together for the
   Night
   

5. Chained to the
   Railings
   

6. No One Leaves
   Karin
   

Under Her
Butt

A day of face
sitting in a smother box

Karin made the
short walk from her flat to the train station and waited on the
concourse as arranged. 8am was early for her to be up, but this was
easy money. As a student she needed all the money she could get and
easy money was her favourite kind.

She stood at
the agreed place, her feet fidgeting in her old tan boots, trying
to stay warm. The cold winter air was blowing straight through her
well worn blue denim jeans. Her old leather jacket gave slightly
more protection, but she still looked forward to getting back to
her small flat to warm up.

James spotted
her from a safe distance. Mid twenties, average height, brown hair
and glasses, the description of her was accurate. As he walked
closer, he observed as much as he could, ready to take the final
decision of whether to go through with this.

She had an
attractive face, maybe even stunning in a good light. She had full
lips that were in a constant pout. Her figure was hard to tell
through her jacket. Her legs looked nice in her well fitting jeans,
curvy rather than slim with an hourglass figure, but still with the
advantage of youth. Unfortunately she was standing facing him with
her back against the wall and so he was unable to take a view on
maybe her most important characteristic.

He was now too
close, she had spotted him.

"Karin? Nice to
meet you," he said.

"James!" She
smiled. He smiled back.

"Money arrive
OK?" James knew she spoke little English, however he spoke even
less German.

"Yes."

"Can I get you
a coffee?

She was a
little surprised by the offer, but also pleased with the
attractive, easy smile of her friend for the day. While the money
was good and the work easy, meeting strangers was always dangerous.
Meeting in a public place helped and she also took other
precautions. She had taken self defence classes and carried an
illegal stun gun and a knife. Messing with her could be a very bad
idea.

She’d often
thought about what she would do to anyone that tried to attack her.
Most ideas involved her driving into the forest and handcuffing the
unconscious fool to a large tree. Karin hadn’t made up her mind
whether she would ever release him or leave him to die. It would
depend on her mood on the day.

However, James
seemed OK, tall, attractive, with lovely eyes. He had that slightly
nervous, unsure look that usually indicated a nice guy just
indulging in a secret fetish. He ordered from a takeaway counter
and they stood together drinking lattes, the language barrier
making it hard to communicate other than through the occasional
smile. Karin looked both nervous and excited as she held the hot
drink in both hands in an attempt to warm up.

She was leaning
casually against a rail that ran along the wall of the coffee shop,
providing a temporary seat. James glanced down discretely, trying
to take in exactly how she was sitting on the metal rail, but the
heavy outdoor clothing hid the all important detail. Instead he
watched as she frequently flicked her shoulder length brown hair
back over her shoulder, a cute habit in James’s opinion.

With their
drinks still unfinished, they walked the five minutes back to
Karin’s small flat. James deliberately let her get a few steps in
front before following, this really was his last chance to decide
whether he wanted to go through with the day as planned. James
followed her as she climbed the steps to her fifth floor apartment.
He watched with interest as she walked, focusing on the crease that
formed around her butt and the top of her thighs each time she took
a step.

The set up in
her flat was basic, but perfectly functional. The smother box was
set up in the middle of the spare bedroom. It was constructed of
strong hardwood and comprised both the box and a padded bench for
its victim to lie on. Both the box and the bench were raised off
the floor so that the box lid was at the height of a standard
chair.

"Try?" Karin
asked as she lifted up the lid.

James removed
his overcoat and suit jacket and lay on his back on the bench with
his head positioned inside the open box. Karin lowered the lid
which closed tightly around his throat and removed her jacket to
reveal a fitted white jumper underneath. Although it was getting
too late to change his mind, James craned his eyes to assess her
figure and was pleased to see a perfect hourglass, with a narrow
waist curving out over full womanly hips and a sweet butt.

A few seconds
later it was too late as Karin casually dropped down on to the edge
of the closed smother box and sat with her jeans less than an inch
away from the hole and James’s face. As always, the female body
looked much more intimidating when perched directly above his head.
She removed her glasses and rubbed her eye to remove a speck of
dust that was causing an irritation. With the irritation removed,
her focus returned to James.

"I can padlock
if like?"

From his
position, the woman sitting on top of the box looked more than
capable of keeping the lid shut with her weight alone, but as she
was already holding an unlocked padlock, he decided he should play
along. "Sure," he replied.

Karin closed
the hasp and locked it in place with a cheap looking padlock that
grated metal on metal as it closed. Cheap or not, it would hold
him. He tried to wriggle his head back out of the box, but with the
lid closed it was impossible.

“Trap.” she
said as she waived a finger as if telling off a kid.

“Yes, I
see.”

Karin slid her
butt off the edge of the box lid and was now fiddling with four
short lengths of chain that were attached to the bench, positioned
by each of his wrists and ankles.

"And lock here
also?"

"Yes,
sure."

James couldn't
see much as Karin spent several minutes padlocking chains around
his wrists and ankles.

"They're quite
tight."

She stopped and
gazed at him with a puzzled look. OK it was his fault for not
learning some basic German. Certain German phrases, such as 'I
can't breathe’, could prove to be useful.

James was also
concerned about the size of the smother box. It wasn't that deep
and as a result, his face protruded slightly through the hole in
the lid. At the same time, the inside of the box was padded which
made it fit tightly around his head. There was no way he could turn
his head from side to side even if his life depended on it.

He watched as
Karin pulled her study table over so that it straddled both the
bench and his body where she could reach it while sitting on the
box. She walked back and forth collecting pens and books to set her
up for the morning. James spent his time trying to grab glimpses of
her butt as she walked, to better understand what the day might be
like for him.

"Panties, yes?"
Karin asked, having obviously brushed up on that word.

"Sure."

"Good, best for
me too. Jeans very hard."

James smiled,
he'd never really considered it from her point of view. Sitting on
an uneven surface in jeans probably would be less comfortable for
her, although at least she wouldn’t be at risk of a broken
nose.

Karin
unbuttoned and eased out of her worn jeans to reveal orangey red
panties. The underwear had ridden up her butt and she pulled it
back out as she arched her back and stretched up. Karin’s butt
really was one of her best features, full and pert at the same
time, no doubt the result of living on the fifth floor of a
lift-less building.

Karin stood
astride James’s chest wearing a strange ensemble of white jumper
and orange panties. Even from there, James could smell the perfume
that she'd sprayed over her butt, which was strange as he hadn't
smelt perfume on her face when they'd kissed earlier. Maybe that
was to be expected from someone in her line of work. He tried to
identity the scent as she lowered her butt down on to the centre of
the smother box so that she was looking towards his chained up
body.

At first she
was very gentle, taking much of her weight through her hands that
rested on either side of the lid. She moved back and forth until
she was happy with her position

"OK we
start."

This was not a
question, but a statement as she removed her hands and sat on his
face with her full weight. Karin was now sitting fully on James’s
face with only his bottom lip peeping out from under her crotch.
All of his other features were gone from view. She straightened her
legs out in front of her, keeping a small gap between her thighs so
that he could breath. She checked to make sure she had the hole
completely sealed and then flicked her hair back and shrugged her
shoulders.

Karin's
slightly fuller figure was enough to completely seal the whole in
the top of the smother box. James's only air now filtered into his
mouth through the small gap between Karin’s almost closed thighs.
The air down there was limited and heavily scented, but was just
adequate to keep him alive. In addition to the perfume, he could
smell something else. Karin’s own scent that filled the small void
and was being sucked deep into his lungs. Within minutes, this
woman’s fragrance was pumping around his body.

Although dark,
silent and airless, beneath Karin’s butt was not an unpleasant
place to be. Her butt was warm, beautifully so, having just been
released from the confines of her tight jeans. While her flat may
have been cold, Karin's butt ensured that everything sealed up in
the box beneath her stayed warm.

"Nose nose
nose." Karin said aloud to herself having learnt the word
especially. She actually enjoyed the feeling of it pushed deep
between her cheeks. The nose’s highly sensitive sense of smell and
delicate airway were rendered completely useless, but at least it
gave Karin a fun sensation between her cheeks.

*

It had only
been a couple of weeks earlier when James had been surfing the web
while on a particularly boring conference call. Google had
helpfully translated the page from its original German. 'Long time
face sit.' The translation hadn't been great but he understood. A
German student was offering a full day of face sitting, guaranteed
six hours. James liked the simplicity and efficiency of the idea.
If this girl was sitting around studying anyway, and if there was a
market for her services, why not sit on something more than just a
chair.

Six hours under
some unknown girl's butt! The idea seemed crazy, at first, but
later the idea started to obsess him. Then a few emails and meeting
changes later and his next work trip to Germany included a free
day.

*

Even before
Karin had sat down, James’s cock had been rock hard. Five minutes
later and he was ready to relieve himself. Unfortunately, his hands
were tightly chained to the bench and couldn’t get anywhere near
his cock. He tried to talk but his lips wouldn't move, being
totally immobilised by her weight. As talking didn't work, he
rattled his chained hands repeatedly in an attempt to get the
woman’s attention.

Karin put down
her pen and lined it up neatly by her paper. She composed herself
and rolled her hip to one side to reveal half of his face.

"Six hours,
yes." Again it wasn't a question.

"Yes, but ...."
Was all James managed to say before her hips rolled back down and
the front of her pink panties rested back down on to his mouth.

He rattled
again and this time Karin responded by closing her thighs. Her
thighs were now touching and forming an airtight seal and within a
few seconds James found it hard to breath. She stopped studying and
looked down at her lap to monitor the situation. Only when the
rattling of chains stopped did Karin open her thighs slightly. She
smiled as she heard the desperate intake of air from beneath
her.