Achim and the Tickle-Bondage Therapist
It had been about two weeks since Achim met Martina at a friend’s birthday party in Frankfurt. Living about 300 kilometers away, he had booked a room in the hotel where the celebration took place. During a conga line on the dance floor, they struck up a conversation. Eventually, they ended up in his hotel room, where they indulged in breathtakingly exciting sex with tickling and bondage play. For Martina, it was an unforgettable experience, especially the oral sex, which left her deeply satisfied.
As they said their goodbyes, Achim asked if they would see each other again. Smiling, Martina handed him her business card and told him to visit her sometime. The card revealed that she ran a physiotherapy practice in Worms, specializing in innovative and advanced relaxation techniques.
A few days later, Achim dialed the number on the card. Martina invited him to visit her practice the following Monday at 9:30 AM. Although Achim found the time and place somewhat unusual, his curiosity got the better of him. He decided to take the day off – partly to learn about her work as a therapist but mostly because he was eager to see her again.
On Monday morning, Achim arrived promptly. Martina greeted him with a wide smile. "I'm so glad you came!" she said warmly. The practice seemed empty – there were no patients in sight. Yet Martina was dressed in a white coat, though it was surprisingly short. Achim couldn’t help but notice her long, shapely legs and the strikingly high heels she wore. Her fishnet stockings seemed both fitting and oddly out of place for a medical setting.
“This is my domain,” she said, leading him into a spacious room divided by curtains into multiple massage areas. Back in the hallway, she pointed to another door with a sign that read:
Manual Therapy & Deep Relaxation
Martina opened the door and encouraged him to take a look inside.
As Achim stepped in, a shiver ran down his spine. Was it excitement or a flicker of fear? He wasn’t sure.
One wall featured several coat hooks with a small bench beneath them. On the bench lay a white leather object adorned with numerous straps and buckles. Yet, that wasn’t what caught his attention. Nor was it the small, wheeled cabinet in the room’s center, likely holding various tools in its many drawers.
No, it was the hospital-style bed in the middle of the room, its sides draped with wide, white leather straps and buckles. Achim took a deep breath as his gaze fell on a white coat hanging on the opposite wall. Something seemed off – the coat’s sleeves were far too long, and straps were attached to it as well.
Martina noticed his reaction and smiled. “Yes, you’re seeing it right,” she said. “That’s a straitjacket. It’s for those moments when a manual therapy session needs to be interrupted, but the treatment isn’t finished yet. It ensures the patient doesn’t run away in the meantime!”
Achim felt his knees grow weak. For a brief moment, he considered escaping, but Martina had already moved to the bench. She picked up the small white leather item, holding it out to him with a mischievous grin.
“We call this a cock restraint,” she said. “I use it to ensure the patient stays focused during treatment. Go ahead and strip down! Try it on. It’s worn like a thong, but you’ll need to slide your genitals through the opening in the front. Then lie down comfortably on the bed. I’ll be right back, and we’ll see if I can return the favor for that unforgettable night in the hotel!”
With that, she quickly left the room.
It was only then that Achim noticed the room had no windows, and the door had no handle – just a lock. It seemed to symbolize inescapability. Not that it mattered, he thought, because once someone was strapped to that bed, getting free would be impossible ...
To be continued
- Ligoteur
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