The physio practice part 4

Only now did Sara notice that there was another door on the side of the doctor's office. Daniela opened it and led Sara into a tiny anteroom, which contained two more doors.

Daniela grabbed the helplessly bound Sara by one of the loops of her straitjacket, pushed her into the anteroom, and opened one of the doors. Sara could see that in the adjoining room, all the walls and even the floor were covered with thick white padding, presumably some kind of imitation leather!

The so-called individual waiting room was nothing more than a padded cell measuring approximately 2 × 3 meters. And there was no doubt that Sara would spend at least the next two hours there alone and helpless, strapped tightly into a mercilessly tight straitjacket.

Sara suddenly felt weak in the knees. It was no surprise that she flopped right onto the padded floor of the cell when Daniela shoved her through the cell door. The floor was indeed very soft, and she didn't hurt herself when she fell on her side.

"Relax, sweetie!" Daniela said again with her broad grin. It slowly dawned on Sara that she hadn't been entirely aware of the game she'd gotten herself into. The sudden change in tone and Daniela's choice of words seemed to indicate that this establishment had only a very limited connection to the healthcare system. Daniela closed the door, which, of course, was also padded on the inside of the cell.

Sara squatted on the floor and looked around. There appeared to be a small observation slit in the door, and a rather dull light from indirect lighting shone down on her from the ceiling. Sara managed to get to her feet with her bound upper body and look through the slit in the door. But the glass was apparently mirrored, and she couldn't see anything. Suddenly, she was overcome with anger: "Open the door, you assholes! Let me out!" But nothing happened. There was nothing to be heard either. Apparently, the cell's padding was very soundproof. Sara repeated her calls, but everything remained silent.

It can't really be that difficult to get out of a straitjacket, Sara thought. She'd seen it on various TV shows. But no matter how much she bent and how hard she pulled, there was absolutely no room in the jacket. She couldn't pull her arms apart or raise or lower them in any way. Sara's arms were bound to the point of complete immobility. In an act of desperation, she pulled with all her might on all sides at once, but nothing about the jacket changed its position. The only thing that happened was that the approximately 5 cm wide strap made itself felt through her crotch in a strangely erotic way. After a while, she became so angry that she started screaming, "Help! Let me out of here! You filthy pigs!" Nothing happened.

After a moment, Daniela's voice apparently came from a small, hidden speaker in the ceiling: "Be good, my dear! Just relax! You'll be there later! And if you keep making such a racket, I'll have to... hmmm... extend your sedation! And I mean 'calm' quite literally! You heard that the doctor has given me permission to respond to any possible discomforts!" Silence again.

Sara sat down on the floor of the cell and actually wanted to try to relax. But the more she thought about it, the angrier she became. The next emotional outburst came promptly: "This is deprivation of liberty, you assholes! I'll report you all! You can't do this to me!" Sara repeated these screams a few more times, but nothing seemed to happen.Suddenly the cell door opened, and Sara was already thinking about being released with relief. Now they've got it, she thought to herself.

It wasn't the doctor who came in, but Daniela again, who wore a very stern expression. Daniela stood in front of the bound Sara, her hands hidden behind her back. For a moment, the two stood facing each other, and Sara tried to look just as stern as Daniela. Sara noticed that Daniela's outfit seemed to have changed slightly. Although she was still wearing a white coat, as is customary for medical professionals, it was much too short! Daniela was also wearing surprisingly high heels, and the white fishnet stockings didn't seem to suit medical personnel. Not to mention the garter belts peeking out from the bottom of the much too short coat. Somehow, it didn't fit the situation that Daniela was hiding something behind her back.

It was actually like whistling in the wind when Sara said, "Thank you for coming to let me out of the straitjacket again!" Daniela said nothing, but dropped whatever she had hidden behind her back. She grabbed Sara again by one of the loops of the jacket and pushed her onto the soft ground. Then Daniela turned Sara onto her stomach and squatted over her back. Sara noticed that Daniela was obviously trying to stuff something like a large red rubber ball into her mouth. So she immediately kept her mouth tightly closed. But suddenly Daniela pinched the bound and helpless Sara's nose shut. So, intuitively, Sara opened her mouth to breathe, and—whoosh—Daniela had pressed the ball into her mouth, right past her teeth.

Sara noticed that this ball was apparently made of silicone or something similar. It was somehow very soft. When she bit down on it, it gave a little, but when she tried to bite down further, it became rock hard. Furthermore, this biting was quite tiring, as the ball seemed quite large. When she relaxed her lower jaw, the ball forced her mouth open and filled it completely, so that at best, Sara could only manage a very muffled "Mmmmmmpf!" Sara could also feel what appeared to be a strap being fastened tightly around her neck...

... sequel follows

- Ligoteur

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