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, they both ended up in his hotel room, where they had wonderful sex with tickling and bondage games. For Martina, it was a very fulfilling experience, especially the oral sex, which she would not 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 said he should come and visit her. The card stated that she ran a physiotherapy practice in Worms that specialized in, among other things, new 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 place and time a little unusual, he took the day off - not only out of curiosity about her work as a therapist, but also because he really wanted to see her again.

He arrived on time on the agreed 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. Despite this, Martina was wearing a white coat, which was surprisingly short. Her long, attractive legs and the amazingly high heels magically attracted Achim's gaze. The fishnet stockings did suit her, but not in a medical practice.

"This is my kingdom," she said and led him into a large room that was 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: “Just take a look inside!”

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

A few coat hooks hung on one wall, and there was a small bench in front of it. On it lay a white leather object with lots of straps and buckles. But that wasn't the most impressive thing. Nor was the rolling cabinet in the middle of the room, which probably 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 down from the sides. Achim took a deep breath as his eyes 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 also had straps attached.

Martina noticed his look and smiled. "Yes, you see correctly," she said. "It's a straitjacket. It is used whenever manual therapy has to be interrupted but the treatment is not yet complete. So that the patient does not run away in the meantime."

Achim felt his knees go weak and briefly considered whether he should flee. But Martina had already stepped to the bench, picked up the small white piece of leather and held it out to him. With a broad grin, she explained: “This is what we call tail shackle. I need this so that the patient is not unnecessarily distracted during treatment. Take off your clothes! Try it on. You wear it like a thong, but your genitals have to be pushed through the opening at the front.Then you can lie down comfortably on the bed. I'll be right back and see if I can return the favor for the night in 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, just a lock. Apparently an additional symbol of inescapability. Actually superfluous, he thought, because once someone was tied to this bed, they would never be able to free themselves...

sequel follows

- Ligoteur

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