Achim with the therapist Part 1

Achim with the tickle bondage therapist

It had been about two weeks since Achim had met Martina at a friend's birthday party in Frankfurt. Since he lived about 300 kilometers from Frankfurt, he had booked a room in the hotel where the party was taking place. They had first had a closer conversation on the dance floor, during a polonaise. Ultimately, the two ended up in his hotel room, where they had ravishingly good sex with tickling and bondage games. For Martina, it was a very fulfilling experience, especially the oral sex, one she wouldn't soon forget.

As they said goodbye, Achim asked if they would see each other again. Martina smiled at him, gave him her business card, and told him to come visit her. The card stated that she ran a physiotherapy practice in Worms, specializing, among other things, in innovative and advanced relaxation techniques.

A few days later, Achim called the number provided. Martina invited him to her practice the following Monday at 9:30 a.m. Although Achim found the location and time somewhat unusual, he took the day off—not only out of curiosity about her work as a therapist, but also because he desperately wanted to see her again.

He arrived promptly on the appointed day. Martina opened the door for him with a smile. "It's great that you came!" she said with a broad grin. The practice seemed empty—no patients anywhere in sight. Nevertheless, Martina was wearing a white coat, albeit one that was surprisingly short. Her long, attractive legs and stunningly high heels magically drew Achim's gaze. The fishnet stockings were somewhat fitting for her, but not for a medical practice.

"This is my kingdom," she said, and led him into a large room divided by curtains into several areas with massage tables. In the hallway, she showed him another door. The sign above it read:

Manual therapy & deep relaxation

Martina opened the door and invited him: “Take a look inside!”

As Achim entered the room, a shiver ran through him. Was it excitement or a hint of fear? He wasn't sure.

A few coat hooks hung on one wall, and in front of it stood a small bench. On it lay a white leather object adorned with numerous straps and buckles. But that wasn't the most impressive thing. Nor was the small cabinet on wheels in the middle of the room, which presumably housed all sorts of utensils.

No, it was the hospital bed in the middle of the room, with wide, white leather straps with buckles hanging from its sides. Achim took a deep breath as his gaze fell on a white coat on the opposite wall. It was hanging on a coat hanger, but something was wrong – the sleeves were much too long, and this coat, too, had straps attached.

Martina noticed his look and smiled. "Yes, you see correctly," she said. "It's a straitjacket. It's used whenever manual therapy has to be interrupted, but the treatment isn't yet complete. So the patient doesn't escape in the meantime."

Achim felt his knees go weak and briefly considered whether he should flee. But Martina had already stepped over to the bench, picked up the small piece of white leather, and held it out to him. With a broad grin, she explained: "We call this tail shackleI need this so the patient isn't unnecessarily distracted during treatment. Take off your clothes! Go ahead and try it on. It's worn like a G-string, but your genitals have to be pushed through the opening in the front. Then lie down comfortably on the bed.I'll be right back and see if I can return the favor for the night at the hotel."

With these words she disappeared from the room.

Only now did Achim notice that the room had no windows and the door had no handle, only a lock. Apparently an additional symbol of inescapability. Actually superfluous, he thought, because once someone was restrained to this bed, they wouldn't be able to free themselves...

sequel follows

- Ligoteur

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