Daniela pushed Sara, who was sitting on the floor, onto her side, grabbed her legs, and turned her onto her stomach. She sat down on Sara's calves, facing her feet. Sara could feel something being placed around her ankles and then tightened. Still gazing at Sara's feet, Daniela shifted a bit further up until she was sitting on Sara's backside. Then she took one of the leather straps she had previously dropped on the cell floor and tied Sara’s knees tightly together. “Almost done!” Daniela said, and Sara felt her get up and do something with another strap at the back of her jacket. To her simultaneous astonishment and horror, Sara felt her bound feet being lifted and apparently somehow strapped to the back of her jacket.
“Ever heard of a hogtie, sweetheart? Oh, right, you can’t answer because of the gag! Well, you’ll know now! No more messing around, and no more of your stomping about! There you go! And what cute little toes you have ...!” That was a pretty unexpected remark! Still, it didn’t come as a total surprise when Sara noticed Daniela was busy with her toes.
Apparently, Daniela knew what she was doing, because it tickled like crazy! "Hee, hihi-hahaha," Sara wanted to scream, but through the gag, only a muffled “Miiiimmmpff” came out. “Are you ticklish, my dear? Let’s see!” Daniela stroked her long fingernails over Sara’s trapped, exposed, and upward-fixed feet. “Miiiimmmpff, Miiiimmmpff! Miiiiiihihimmmpff!” In a breathless pause, Sara heard Daniela say, “What’s that? I’m always amazed at how effective this gag setup is! You know, a smart patient who was initially skeptical about gagging once said, >>It’s like it keeps the bubbles in the champagne!<< Anyway, I need to prepare something else now. Don’t run off on me in the meantime, hihi!”
As soon as Daniela had slammed the door behind her, Sara gradually came back to her senses. She quickly realized that with her arms strapped tightly around her torso and her feet pulled up behind her, she was very securely and completely bound.
Still lying on her stomach, she tried to roll over but quickly found that with her knees and ankles bound together, it was very difficult. Aside from wiggling in place, she could at best crawl, but only in inch-sized movements. And every time she tried, the strap between her legs made itself felt again… She had to admit that she was still somehow … positively surprised by it. However, the tickling attack had been even more intense before—that was just insane! She had actually always wanted to be tickled like that, thoroughly and relentlessly. Despite her more than unusual situation, she regretted a little that Daniela had stopped so quickly.
After a few moments, whose length she couldn’t have guessed, her logical mind kicked in again. What a strange situation! How would this end? Or rather, how would it even go on from here?
Well, all in all, she found it almost somehow interesting, and caught herself feeling more curious than scared. Sara was confident and also not claustrophobic. And eventually, the announced two hours in the “individual waiting room” would pass. So she decided to try to relax. And indeed, through the firm, constant self-hug, she felt oddly safe, and the soft floor and the literally cushy surroundings around her felt more soothing than frightening. “Admit it!” she thought to herself. “You told the ‘doctor,’ or whoever this person was, yourself: you always feel stressed and rushed, always planning the next step and ten more moves in advance in your life! So let go and relax! You don’t need to do anything right now because you aren’t capable of it anyway!” And so she dozed off, feeling completely at peace with herself.
- Ligoteur
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