Achim with the therapist part 2
Published on: 27.12.2024Updated on: 31.03.2025 Autor: Shopify Dev
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. Superfluous, he thought, because once someone was strapped to this bed, they wouldn't be able to free themselves...
There was a brief, claustrophobic moment when Achim became fully aware of all this. Then he took a few deep breaths to compose himself before removing his shirt and trousers and taking the so-called penis restraint in his hand.
Nervousness and excitement dampened his arousal to a minimum, so he eventually put the toy aside again. Simply lying down and letting everything happen to him was not his style at all. He, too, wanted to be courted – preferably with a tender, ticklish foreplay.
The straitjacket hanging on the hook, however, held a magnetic attraction for him. Fascinated, he examined it closely. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end when he saw the long sleeves, their ends finished with thick straps. He had always dreamed of being helplessly confined in such a thing, writhing beneath a woman's skillful hands. Could this dream possibly come true today?
As he reached up to take the straitjacket from the hook, he was suddenly grabbed from behind. Two surprisingly strong hands gripped his ticklish ribs and sides, causing him to fall forward with a laugh. But the tickling didn't stop—on the contrary, it intensified and completely threw him off balance.
Martina had quietly crept in and surprised him with targeted touches on his sensitive sides. He literally collapsed to his knees from laughter and ticklishness.
"You naughty boy! Didn't I tell you to lie down and wait for me nicely? What do you think you're doing, snooping around here? Just you wait, I'll have to teach you a lesson..." she scolded in a mock-stern tone. As she did so, she tickled him so skillfully that he finally rolled onto the floor and laughed breathlessly.
He was actually much stronger than Martina. But she hit his most sensitive spots with such precision that he became increasingly helpless. Finally, he barely knew what was happening when she grabbed the straitjacket and, with a few deft movements, strapped him in. Admittedly, he didn't really resist—on the contrary, he even helped a little. Soon his arms were tightly wrapped around his body, and he couldn't move them anymore.
Martina helped him to his feet and led him to the bed. There he obediently lay down on his back. He then noticed that his penis had awakened in joyful anticipation and created a noticeable bulge in the skimpy fabric of his thong.
Martina bound his ankles to the lower bedposts with leather cuffs, spreading them wide apart. Then she gently kissed him on the nose and blindfolded him with a cloth.
“Ready for my very special therapy for particularly unruly patients?” An amused laugh resonated in her voice, and Achim nodded silently, full of anticipation.
As Achim lay there, he tried to explore his remaining options. His arms were held tightly against his body; there was no escape. But he probably could have sat up – the immobilization of his feet would even have helped.
His feet, however, dangled bare and defenseless from the cuffs. He listened intently to Andrea's breathing, trying to determine her location. Would she strategically position herself at the foot of the bed?
That didn't seem to be the case.Instead, he heard her say beside him: "Well, you seem to be feeling very comfortable here!"
A jolt of intense excitement shot through him as she touched the bulge in his thong for a fraction of a second. What would happen next?
The answer came quickly...
sequel follows
- Ligoteur
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