Achim with the therapist part 4
19.05.2025 Autor: Shopify Dev
But even as he waited for the straitjacket to be opened, he felt Martina instead swiftly pull off his thong...
This surprised him so much that he offered no resistance when she fastened the restraint cuff around his right ankle again. He tried to resist with his other leg, but she had already grabbed it with both arms – and in a flash, the second ankle cuff was also firmly attached to the bed frame.
This unexpected turn of events excited him so much that he immediately got another erection.
"Well, there you go!" said Martina, turning away. She took a few steps, then came back. Achim heard a faint, metallic clinking sound.
"Little buckles! The tail shackle!!", flashed through his mind.
“Please no! Help! Help!” he screamed in a panic.
"That's it! That's enough!" said Martina angrily. "No one has called for help yet. Besides, I've already warned you twice. The third time...!"
Achim heard that damned sound of the drawer again, and shortly afterwards he felt Martina's breath directly above his blindfolded eyes.
Whatever he had expected, he was completely taken aback when she suddenly pinched his nose shut. He reflexively opened his mouth, and before he could even grasp what was happening, he felt a hard leather ball between his lips and teeth. It was apparently shaped more like an American football, as it completely filled the corners of his mouth. Overwhelmed by the feeling of being unable to speak, he offered no resistance when Martina tightened the leather strap behind his head.
"Speech is silver, silence is golden, my darling," she said mockingly.
Then Achim felt something round being pulled over his erect penis and testicles. He had no doubt – it was the front of the penis restraint. And it lived up to its name, because he felt Martina buckle three small leather straps around his shaft, one after the other.
"So you can keep your erection more easily," she said with a giggle. "Who knows when we might need it!"
Achim was completely flustered by this point. He simply let it happen when Martina placed two leather cuffs around his knees and pulled them very far apart with straps on the bed frame.
He couldn't have been more helpless.
There he lay: with his tail restraint in place, his legs spread extremely wide and tied to the bed, his arms securely bound in a straitjacket – and sedated with a strict gag.
While he registered all of this and at least tried to sit up, he heard Martina's voice from the headboard:
"That's what I thought. That's how they all react."
A few straps rustled, she fumbled with the shoulders of his straitjacket – and with a strong “Crash” He was pressed deep into the bed by further straps at the shoulder.
"Don't worry, my darling!" she said. "You'll get your deep relaxation eventually. But there's still a while to go. After all, we're not here for pleasure!" Another giggle followed.
What happened next surpassed anything Achim had ever imagined in terms of emotional sensation.
Martina tickled him irregularly between his thighs. Again and again, she let one of her feathers glide from below over his testicles and anus, while the other circled feather-lightly over his glans.
Achim wondered if he might faint from excitement.
"Well, you little wanker? Would you like to come now, wouldn't you?" she said with a malicious undertone. "I won't let you! I won't let you!!" she sang mockingly.
Many breaks followed – and just as many new tickling and stimulation attacks, until Achim lost all sense of time.
When one of the breaks turned out to be a little longer, she said mischievously:
"Come on! Let's take it up a notch!"
She tore the cloth from his eyes, the same cloth she had used to obscure his vision at the beginning.
What Achim saw almost made him faint again from excitement…
- Ligoteur
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