1. One Day in Germany (2 of 2)


    Date: 5/24/2015, Categories: BDSM, Author: AndreaJordan, Rating: 1, Source: LushStories

    stunning. “Wow, you look fantastic,” James wasn’t even pissed by what she’d put him through that day. “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 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 just had to rub herself against him several times before she rested 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 loved the fact that James couldn’t lift his head more than a couple of inches from the floor. She also loved the look in his eyes as he looked up at her and she even opened her legs as far as she could to give him a more interesting view. Like James, Karin’s heart rate was steadily increasing as she placed the high heel of her free foot over the chains that secured James’s wrists so that his hands were also now pinned down by her weight. “Every time I visit you I get more chains....and you never seem to unlock them.” Karin giggled. “Mmm, I’m not sure ...
    you know how to unlock a padlock....I’ve never seen you do it,” James smiled. “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. With escape impossible, he started to kiss the beautiful woman’s feet. Wearing the sexy elegant red dress, Karin turned and started to walk slowly 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, but 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, 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 on either side of his neck ...
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