Achim with the therapist part 5

What Achim saw almost made him faint again from excitement!

She was dressed entirely in white, her lab coat gone. Instead, she wore a white corset with garters and quarter-cups, so that her nipples peeked out provocatively and sexily.

But what fascinated him most was the open-crotch thong – just like back in the hotel, only this time of course in white!

There was also the mirror on the ceiling, directly above the bed.

He stared at her open-crotch thong, wanted to tear himself away, but of course couldn't move in the slightest.

“Do you like what you see?” Martina asked.

“Hmmm! Hmmmm!”, was all Achim could grunt, because he was still very effectively gagged.

"Would you like to see more?"

"Hmmmmmm!" was the answer.

Suddenly, Martina swung herself onto the bed and knelt between his legs, level with his widely spread knees. She began to rotate her hips, and Achim's gaze followed the movements of her shaved pubic area.

He struggled and moaned in his bonds.

"Now you want to fuck me, huh?" she said.

"Hmmmmmm!" was the answer.

Martina smiled. "Look how magnificently swollen your penis already is with arousal! You men can bring us women great pleasure with that. But there's so much more to you!"

She bent down to his crotch and opened one of the small buckles on one of the straps that held his penis captive.

Anticipating that he would now be able to fuck her from this position, Achim almost shouted out with joy and tugged at his restraints.

He began to complain even more when he realized that Martina hadn't loosened the straps, but had only tightened them around his penis.

That was simply too much!

But Martina simply said sternly: "Now show us what you've got, you clarinet player!"

She squatted down with her knees spread wide over his torso – further and further upwards, until she hovered with her open step over Achim's gagged mouth.

"I'll take off your gag now, and then you can prove yourself! That's how a real lady wants it!"

Achim had truly never seen or experienced anything more amazing. Not even in his dreams.

He was determined to play along. Then he remembered one of the standard intonation exercises for the clarinet.

He gently circled his tongue over her inner labia to locate the clitoris – and then added small intonation points against it.

Tüüüt, tüt-tüt-tüt, tüt tüüüüt!

Martina groaned with pleasure.

Achim then tried a crescendo. He moved his tongue up and down – but each time with a little more pressure.

"Yessssss...!", Martina cooed. "That's good! More!"

Achim repeatedly circled his tongue around her crotch, only to then fall back into the up-and-down crescendo.

Tüüüt, tüt-tüt-tüt, tüt tüüüüt!

It was a strange feeling, because his tongue was actually the only thing he could still move somewhat freely. Due to the additional straps attached to the straitjacket at about collarbone level, he couldn't even sit up.

Besides, if he had tried to stand up, he would have literally fallen face-first into Martina's lap anyway.

Tüüüt, tüt-tüt-tüt, tüt tüüüüt!

Again and again he nudged her clitoris with the tip of his tongue, and she seemed more and more aroused.

Achim wanted to go all out and spread his tongue as wide as possible to lick up and down as intensely as possible – again and again.

Martina moaned louder and louder. Achim gave everything he was still capable of.

And then she came. “IIIIIjjjaaaaaaaaahhh! Yessss! Yesssshhhh...!”

She almost seemed to sway above him.

They both paused for a moment. Then she got down from the bed and looked at him gratefully.

She even patted his head. "That was wonderful, my boy!" she said.

"I will think about how exactly I can bring about your deep relaxation."

She struck a stunning pose before him, and he gazed admiringly at her in her white lingerie. What a therapist's outfit!

"Did I tell you that you're the only patient today?"

Achim looked at her in astonishment.

"That means..." she said, pinching his nose shut. As she put the gag, which had been lying next to his head, back into his mouth, she whispered: "That means no one else is coming today – and that you are completely helpless and at my mercy!"

"Hmmm! Hmmmm!" Achim whined.

"I'm sorry, my darling! I already told you that you'll unfortunately remain tied to the bed!"

I have to do this with naughty boys who you really shouldn't leave unsupervised, because otherwise they start masturbating far too often.

But I'll give you a little treat now, my little one! After all, you came here for deep relaxation, didn't you?"

She grinned. "Besides – I can jerk you off much better than you can yourself! Do you know the book?" Joy of Sex by Alex Comfort? There's a chapter in it. Slow masturbation!

And that's exactly what I intend to do with you now!

-Ligoteur