Achim with the therapist part 3

21.04.2025 Autor: Shopify Dev
Femdom Story

"Let's put everything in a more comfortable position!" she said, and positioned his penis so that it pointed straight upwards. The fabric of his thong now stretched pleasantly and excitingly over his entire member.

"Better this way, isn't it?" she asked, slowly running her fingernails from the bottom to the tip of the taut fabric. Achim groaned.

"I know what you want right now!" she said. "But that's not going to happen anytime soon!"

She looked at him with a knowing glance. "You probably don't even know how many other sensitive spots and erogenous zones you have on your legs and feet. And I'm going to introduce you to them now."

Her tone was calm, determined, and imbued with a knowledge that Achim found incredibly exciting.

"And what if I don't want that at all?!" he said in a tone that shouldn't really sound like a question.

"Shhhhhhh...", Andrea whispered. "I don't want to hear any argument."

She grabbed a chair with wheels, more like a dentist's chair, sat down, and rolled to the foot of the bed. Then she grasped both feet at once, four fingers on the tops, while she stroked the soles with her thumbs.

"Hehe!" Achim couldn't suppress his first laugh.

"Haaaaaa hahaha!" he exclaimed as she tickled the undersides of all his toes. He tried to pull his legs away, but all that came out was a helpless squirming.

She didn't stop, and he squirmed even more.

"...you're not getting out of here, my darling!" he heard her say. "I've put you in a genuine clinical bed restraint. Not some toy from a sex shop. You'll soon find out just how helpless you are."

She squeezed his feet once more, stood up, and went to the trolley. He heard one of the drawers open.

"What should I take first? Oh yes! Here!"

Shortly after, Achim flinched as he felt a delicate but deliciously wicked tickle behind his ear. She had probably used a bushy feather to tease him right there.

Even as he savored the sensation of goosebumps all over his body, a new sensation coursed through him. Again, she slowly stroked the fabric of his thong with her fingernails, precisely where it bulged most. His arousal intensified.

"This just keeps getting better," she whispered with a seductive undertone. "I guess I'll have to do something here soon."

Suddenly, he felt two apparently very firm springs simultaneously against the inside of his spread and bound lower legs. They lay unprotected on the bed. He groaned and writhed as best he could, but it wasn't much.

"Do you like this, my love?" she asked. "What if it suddenly stopped?"

Suddenly the room became completely silent. Achim couldn't see anything through the cloth she had tied around his eyes.

Nothing happened. He felt nothing. Everything was quiet. He only felt his chains clearly, firmly, relentlessly. He cried out:

"Please, Martina! Please continue!"

No reaction.

"Oh please, Martina! Please continue or untie me again!"

"That might suit you so well..." he suddenly heard her say, in a stricter voice than ever before.

"You will remain nicely tied up. I haven't yet decided if or when I will untie you."

An inner conflict spread within him, but that's precisely what made him incredibly horny.

He heard the drawer of the rolling cabinet open again.Good heavens, what might happen now?

The answer came in the form of two bushy feathers that slowly moved upwards in a circular motion from his knees. Achim got goosebumps all over his body, writhed, squealed, and screamed, but could do nothing.

Martina continued to tickle him mercilessly.

"Enough, enough! Please stop! I surrender, I will be a good boy from now on!"

Martina never dreamed of stopping. Instead, she said: "I already told you that I won't tolerate any dissent. Your treatment hasn't even really started yet. I'm warning you, some overly rebellious candidates unfortunately have to be restrained. I have..."

She apparently turned back to the car. "Now we're going to turn things up a notch."

Achim expected her to put something in his mouth, but instead he felt Martina begin to rub lotion into his feet.

“Oh please, please not that again!” he wailed.

“Ah! So you still remember? Yes, exactly that!” said Martina, rolling her chair back to the foot of the bed where Achim’s feet were practically screaming for treatment.

What followed was pure tickle torture. Achim writhed in his bonds, shouted incomprehensible things, gasped for air, pleaded, but Martina continued to work on his feet with the brush, tirelessly and conscientiously.

Naturally, he was getting quite warm in the straitjacket by now, and his erection also disappeared due to the shortness of breath.

"Stop! Please, please!" he screamed. "Untie me!!"

"As you wish," Martina said suddenly, quite laconically.

Even as Achim gasped for air, he felt his ankles being released. He wasn't sure whether to be happy or disappointed – was it already over?

But even as he waited for the straitjacket to be opened, he felt Martina instead swiftly pull off his thong...

- Ligoteur
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