Achim with the therapist Part 3

"Then let's put everything in a more comfortable position!" she said, placing his penis in a straight-up position. The fabric of his thong now stretched sympathetically and tinglingly over his entire member.

"Better this way, isn't it?" she asked, slowly running her fingernails over the stretched fabric from bottom to tip. Achim groaned.

"I know what you want right now!" she said. "But it won't happen for now!"

She looked at him with a knowing look. "You probably don't even know how many other sensitive spots and erogenous zones you have on your legs and feet. And I'm going to introduce you to them now."

Her tone was calm, determined, and filled with a knowledge that Achim found incredibly exciting.

“And if I don’t want that at all?!” he said in a tone that wasn’t meant to sound like a question.

"Shhhhhh..." Andrea said quietly. "I don't want to hear any arguments."

She grabbed a chair with wheels, more like a dentist's, sat down, and rolled to the end of the bed. Then she grabbed both feet at once, four fingers on top, while smoothing the soles with her thumb.

“Hehe!” Achim couldn’t suppress his first laugh.

"Haaaaaa hahaha!" he exclaimed as she tickled the undersides of all his toes. He tried to pull his legs away, but all he could do was wriggle helplessly.

She didn't stop, and he fidgeted even more.

"...you can't get out of this, my darling!" he heard her say. "I've put you in a genuine clinical bed restraint. Not some toy from a sex shop. You'll soon see how helpless you are now."

She gave his feet another push, stood up, and walked over to the trolley. He heard one of the drawers open.

"What should I take first? Oh yes! Here!"

Shortly afterwards, Achim flinched as he felt a gentle, yet wonderfully nasty tickle behind his ear. She must have used a bushy feather to tease him there.

Even as he savored the feeling of goosebumps all over his body, a new thrill shot through him. Again, she slowly stroked the fabric of his thong with her fingernails, right where it bulged the most. His arousal continued to grow.

"This just keeps getting better," she whispered with a seductive undertone. "I'll probably have to do something about this soon."

Suddenly, he felt two apparently very firm springs simultaneously against the inside of his widely spread and bound lower legs. They lay unprotected on the bed. He groaned and writhed as best he could, but it wasn't much.

"Do you like this, my love?" she asked. "What if it suddenly stops?"

Suddenly, the room fell silent. Achim couldn't see through the cloth she had tied around his eyes.

Nothing happened. He felt nothing. Everything was quiet. Only his bonds were still clearly felt, firm, relentless. He cried:

“Please, Martina! Please keep going!”

No reaction.

“Oh please, Martina! Go on or untie me again!”

“That might suit you so well...” he suddenly heard her say, in a voice sterner than ever before.

"You'll stay tied up now. I haven't decided yet if and when I'll untie you again."

An inner conflict spread within him, but that was precisely what made him infinitely horny.

Again he heard the drawer of the rolling cabinet.Heavens, what could happen now?

The answer came in the form of two bushy feathers, slowly circling upwards from his knees. Achim got goosebumps all over his body, writhed, squealed, screamed, but couldn't do anything.

Martina continued to tickle him mercilessly.

"Enough, enough! Please stop! I surrender, I'm a good boy from now on!"

Martina never dreamed of stopping. Instead, she said, "I've already told you that I won't tolerate any dissent. Your treatment hasn't even really begun yet. I warn you, some overly rebellious candidates unfortunately have to be gagged. I have..."

She apparently turned back to the car. "Now we're going to take things up a notch."

Achim expected her to put something in his mouth, but instead he felt Martina start to rub cream into his feet.

“Oh please, please not this again!” he moaned.

"Ah! So you still remember? Yes, exactly that!" said Martina, rolling her chair back to the end of the bed, where Achim's feet were practically crying out for treatment.

What followed was pure tickle torture. Achim writhed in his bonds, screamed incomprehensible things, gasped for air, and begged, but Martina continued to work on his feet with the brush, undeterred and conscientious.

Of course, he was getting quite warm in the straitjacket by now, and his erection was disappearing due to his shortness of breath.

"Stop! Please, please!" he screamed. "Untie me!!"

“As you wish,” Martina said suddenly, quite laconically.

Even as Achim gasped for air, he felt his ankles being released. He wasn't sure whether to be happy or disappointed—was it already over?

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

- Ligoteur
Sequel follows