Achim with the therapist Part 4

But while he was still waiting for the straitjacket to be opened, he felt Martina quickly pull off his thong instead...

This astonished him so much that he offered no resistance when she refastened the cuff around his right ankle. He tried to resist with his other leg, but she had already grabbed it with both arms – and in no time, the second ankle cuff was firmly attached to the bed frame.

This unexpected turn of events excited him so much that he immediately got an erection again.

"There you go!" said Martina, turning away. She took a few steps, then came back. Achim heard a faint, metallic ringing.

"Little buckles! The tail cuffs!!", it went through his head.

“Please don’t! Help! Help!” he screamed in panic.

"There! That's enough!" Martina said angrily. "No one here has screamed for help yet. Besides, I've already warned you twice. The third time...!"

Again Achim heard the damn sound of the drawer, and shortly afterwards he felt Martina's breath right above his blindfolded eyes.

Whatever he had expected, he was completely taken by surprise when she suddenly held his nose. He opened his mouth reflexively, and before he realized what was happening, he felt a hard leather ball between his lips and teeth. It was evidently more egg-shaped, like an American football, because it completely filled the corners of his mouth. Overwhelmed by the feeling that he truly couldn't say anything more, he offered no resistance as Martina tightened the leather strap behind his head.

“Speech is silver, silence is gold, my dear,” she said sneeringly.

Then Achim felt something round being pulled over his erect cock and balls. He had no doubt about it – it was the front of the cock 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 easier," she said with a giggle. "Who knows what we'll need them for next!"

Achim was completely out of his mind by now. He simply let it happen as Martina placed two leather cuffs around his knees and pulled them wide apart with straps on the bed frame.

He couldn't have been more helpless.

There he lay: with his tail cuffs in place, his legs spread extremely wide and tied to the bed, his arms securely tied in a straitjacket – and immobilized with a strict gag.

As he registered all this and tried to at least 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 fiddled with the shoulders of his straitjacket – and with a strong “Ratsch” he was pressed deep into the bed by further straps on his shoulder.

"Don't worry, my love!" she said. "You'll get your deep relaxation soon. But it's still a long way to go. After all, we're not here for fun!" Another giggle followed.

What happened next surpassed everything Achim had ever imagined in terms of emotional sensation.

Martina tickled him irregularly between his thighs. Repeatedly, she let one of her feathers glide from below over his testicles and anus, while the other lightly circled his glans.

Achim wondered if he would faint from excitement.

"Well, you little wanker? Would you like to come now?" 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 was a little longer, she said mischievously:

“Come on! Now let’s go one step further!”

She tore the cloth from his eyes that she had used to obscure his vision at the beginning.

What Achim saw almost made him faint again with excitement…

- Ligoteur
Sequel follows