Achim with the therapist part 1
Published on: 21.11.2024Updated on: 24.12.2025 Autor: Shopify Dev
Achim at the tickle bondage therapist
It had been about two weeks since Achim had met Martina at a friend's birthday party in Frankfurt. Since he lived about 300 kilometers away, he had booked a room at the hotel where the party was being held. They had their first conversation on the dance floor during a conga line. Eventually, they ended up in his hotel room, where they enjoyed incredibly good sex with tickling and bondage games. For Martina, it was a very fulfilling experience, especially the oral sex, which she wouldn't soon forget.
As they said goodbye, Achim asked if they would see each other again. Martina smiled at him, gave him her business card, and told him he should visit her. The card stated that she ran a physiotherapy practice in Worms, specializing, among other things, in innovative and advanced relaxation techniques.
A few days later, Achim called the number provided. Martina invited him to her practice the following Monday at 9:30 a.m. Although Achim found the time and place somewhat unusual, he took the day off – not only out of curiosity about her work as a therapist, but also because he was eager to see her again.
He arrived punctually on the appointed day. Martina opened the door for him with a smile. "It's so nice that you came!" she said with a broad grin. The practice seemed empty – not a patient in sight. Nevertheless, Martina was dressed in a white coat, which was surprisingly short. Her long, shapely legs and astonishingly high heels magnetically drew Achim's gaze. The fishnet stockings suited her somehow, but not in a medical practice.
“This is my kingdom,” she said, leading him into a large room divided by curtains into several areas with massage tables. In the hallway, she pointed out another door. The sign above it read:
Manual therapy & Deep relaxation
Martina opened the door and invited him: "Feel free to take a look inside!"
As Achim entered the room, a shiver ran through him. Was it excitement or a touch of fear? He wasn't sure.
A few coat hooks hung on one wall, and a small bench stood in front of them. On it lay a white leather object adorned with numerous straps and buckles. But that wasn't the most impressive thing. Nor was the rolling cabinet in the middle of the room, which presumably housed all sorts of items.
No, it was the hospital bed in the middle of the room, with wide, white leather straps with buckles hanging from its sides. Achim took a deep breath as his gaze fell upon a white coat on the opposite wall. It was hanging on a hanger, but something was wrong—the sleeves were much too long, and this coat, too, had straps attached to it.
Martina noticed his gaze and smiled. "Yes, you see correctly," she said. "That's a straitjacket. It's used whenever manual therapy needs to be interrupted, but the treatment isn't yet complete. This prevents the patient from wandering off in the meantime."
Achim felt his knees go weak and briefly considered whether he should run away. But Martina had already stepped up to the bench, picked up the small white piece of leather, and held it out to him. With a broad grin, she explained: "We call this..." Tail restraintI need this so the patient isn't unnecessarily distracted during the treatment. Take your clothes off! Go ahead and try it on. You wear it like a thong, but your genitals have to be pushed through the opening at the front. Then lie down comfortably on the bed.I'll be right back and see if I can return the favor for the night at the hotel."
With these words, she disappeared from the room.
Only now did Achim notice that the room had no windows and the door no handle, only a lock. Apparently an additional symbol of inescapability. Actually superfluous, he thought, because once you're on this... BDSM Once restrained in bed, he would not be able to free himself...
sequel follows
- Ligoteur
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