The physio practice part 5

Sara felt a strap being fastened tightly around her neck to secure the ball gag. She heard Daniela say in a malicious tone: "Speech is silver, silence is gold, my darling! I warned you!" Sara kicked wildly with her lower legs, but that was all she could do as she lay on her stomach and Daniela squatted on her back. She felt Daniela put more straps that came with the ball gag around her head. Like an upside down V, with Sara's nose in the middle, Daniela pulled the straps over Sara's face and then over her head. Everything was tightened at the back.

Suddenly Daniela turned Sara onto her back: "Let me take a look at you, my darling!" Sara quickly realized why she had been turned over: Daniela attached another strap under her chin. Now it was impossible to push the ball out with her tongue, open or close her mouth, or even say a word.

"Mmmmmmmmpf! Mmpf, mmpf!" But Daniela grinned maliciously and said: "It looks good on you, a gag harness! You should wear it more often, hehe! And the other patients won't be scared off by your screaming anymore! Now lie down or do whatever you want. Kicking around won't do any good anyway. Relax! I'll keep an eye on you to make sure you behave properly!"

After Daniela had left and closed the cell door, Sara sat - literally speechless - on the floor of her cell. Her padded cell. She had heard somewhere that such rooms were no longer supposed to exist these days and were more commonly referred to as "crisis rooms". However, the patients there were certainly no longer tied up and certainly not gagged! Apparently she had ended up in a private bondage/fetish practice.

Sara sat on the floor, a little resigned, and tried to get some air with the gag. But the thing wouldn't move a millimeter! Not only had she been strapped into a tight-fitting straitjacket, but she had also been gagged very efficiently! Almost resigned, she pulled on the sleeves of the jacket again, but nothing happened. Lowering her arms was impossible because of the loops, and when she pulled her arms up, the crotch strap began its strange, almost erotic game.

Sara decided to stretch out and relax. She was now lying on her back on the soft floor of the padded cell, fidgeting listlessly in the straitjacket. At some point she noticed that she had actually relaxed a little and that it was fun to fidget a little, especially because of the crotch strap that made itself felt with every arm movement.

Suddenly her mood changed. "What am I actually doing here? And how do I get out of here?" Sara jumped up as best she could with her immobilized arms and threw herself with all her strength against the padded cell door. And against the walls too. But apart from feeling hot and making a few grunting noises, nothing happened. In a desperate move, she started kicking the door. Maybe she could kick it in? She kicked again and again, at least ten times, until her feet hurt. At some point she gave up and sat back down on the cell floor.

The door promptly opened and a grim-looking Daniela entered. "Stop that nonsense! I already warned you about the screaming, that's why I put a gag on you. And if you want to trample everything here, I'll stop you too!" To emphasize her point, Daniela dropped something on the cell floor and continued: "And you were naughty! Not only the uprising, I saw that you obviously enjoyed playing with the crotch strap! But we're going to stop your uprising now... or rather: buckle it down! Hehe."

Daniela pushed Sara over as she was sitting on the floor, turned her onto her stomach and sat on her lower legs. Sara felt something being placed around her ankles and strapped down...

... sequel follows

- Ligoteur

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