Free Under Karin by Andrea Jordan Page A

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