Bondage therapy (F+/F)
Posted: Tue Mar 11, 2025 11:34 am
In a quiet suburban street, Jan McAllister parked her car outside the unassuming clinic. It was a stark contrast to the bustling office buildings she was used to visiting for her job. The sun was setting, casting an orange glow on the brick facade. She took a deep breath, smoothing her blonde hair and straightening her skirt. Jan had read about this place online, a specialist clinic that offered something very unique and which at one time, she never thought she would try. But after her painful divorce, she was desperate for anything that could help her regain control over her life.
The reception was cool and minimalist, with the faint scent of something sweet and flowery battling to mask yhe clincal smell kf anyuseptic in the air. A young brunette nurse in crisp white uniform , stockings and flats, greeted her with a warm smile, confirming her appointment. Jan felt a flutter of nerves as she followed the nurse down the corridor. The nurse opened the door to a softly lit room where another nurse, a red-haired beauty, was waiting. They both had an air of calm professionalism that helped ease Jan's anxiety. "You're here to see Dr. Sindee," the red-haired nurse said. "Please remove your clothing and lie on the bed. We're here to make you comfortable."
Taken aback by the abruptness of the order, more than a request, Jan faltered slightly but realised this was all a necessary part of the therapy. With trembling hands, she did as she was told, slowly unbuttoning her blouse, slipping her feet out if her heels, slipping her skirt down her kegs, finally peeling her black tights down until she stood in just her lacy white bra and matching cotton knickers.
“I should have made ut clear,†said the redhead with a smile. “I meant everything.†Jan gingerly unclipped her bra, her hands instinctively rising tomciver her breasts before the nurses indicated her lanties and, reluctantly, she slipped her thumbs under the edges and slid the flimsy garment down her kegs. Her kast protection gone she stood naked and shiverring despite the warmth in The room.
“Now lay on ghe bed please.â€
The nurses moved with gentle efficiency, placing soft pillows under her head and securing leather restraints around her wrists and ankles. The cold metal of the buckles sent a shiver down her spine. They were surprisingly gentle, their touches firm but not unkind. "This is a safe space," the brunette assured her. "You're in good hands." Jan closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart.
The red-haired nurse held up a white ball gag, the sight of which made Jan's stomach clench. She had never been in a situation like this before. "It's to help you relax," the nurse explained. "To focus on your sensations without the distraction of speech." Jan nodded, and the nurse carefully inserted the ball into her mouth, fastening the strap behind her head. The sensation was strange, the ball feeling larger than it looked, filling her mouth and making it difficult to breathe through her nose. The nurse noticed her distress and adjusted the strap slightly, giving her just enough room to inhale comfortably. The brunette who had initially welcomed her then began to wrap white medical tape overvthe gag and around her head, taking care timhood her hair iutbif the way, until Jan’s face was civered frim chun to just below her nose. Each pass of the tape was firm but not painful, the coolness of the material a stark contrast to the warmth of her skin. Jan could feel her eyes widening slightly in surprise, but she remained still, allowing the nurses to do their work.
With Jan now unable to speak, the nurses shared a knowing look before the brunette left the room, leaving the redhead to continue the preparations. The red-haired nurse, who introduced herself as Nurse Amara, began to gently massage Jan's shoulders, her skilled hands working the tension from her muscles. Jan couldn't help but let out a muffled moan of relief. The room was silent except for the occasional creak of the bed and the rhythmic sound of the nurse's footsteps as she moved around the room, gathering various tools and devices. Jan felt a mix of fear and excitement, unsure of what to expect but unable to deny the anticipation building within her.
Nurse Amara then reached for a white leather blindfold, the fabric softer than Jan had imagined as it was padded on the inside. "This is to heighten your sensory experience," she whispered, placing it over Jan's eyes and fastening it securely at the back of her head. The sudden darkness was disorienting, but Jan felt a strange sense of relief, as if the blindfold was a final barrier between her and the outside world, allowing her to fully surrender to the experience. The softness of the fabric against her skin and the faint scent of vanilla served to deepen her relaxation.
With Jan now fully restrained and unable to see, the redheaded nurse began to explore her body with a gentle touch, starting with Jan's curvy hips. Her hands glided over Jan's skin, leaving a trail of heat that grew more intense as she reached Jan's breasts. Her thumbs grazed Jan's nipples, which hardened instantly under her touch. Jan gasped around the ball gag, feeling a rush of pleasure mingled with a hint of vulnerability. The nurse's hands grew more insistent, squeezing and massaging, bringing Jan's body alive with sensations she hadn't felt in months. Jan's eyes rolled back in her head, the only sound in the room the muffled moan that escaped her lips with each firm squeeze.
Then, without warning, Jan felt something light and feathery brush against her feet. She jerked, the tickling sensation sending bolts of sensation up her legs. Nurse Amara had begun to tickle her, starting with the soles of her feet and moving up to her toes. Jan's legs squirmed and she tried to pull away, the giggles building up in her chest and escaping through her nose as she struggled to breathe around the gag. The two sensations, pleasure and tickling, fought for dominance in Jan's mind, creating a confusing but thrilling mix of sensations. She had never felt so exposed and yet so cared for in her life.
The tickling grew more intense, moving to her calves, then her thighs. Jan's body tensed, her breathing shallow and quick. The nurse's laughter was the only sound in the room, a melodic counterpoint to Jan's muffled squeals. It was torture, but a delicious kind of torture that Jan never wanted to end. Every inch of her skin was alight with sensation, and she found herself writhing on the bed, her bound limbs straining against the restraints.
Nurse Amara's fingers danced over Jan's stomach, her touch feather-light. Jan's laughter turned to moans of pleasure, the tickling sensation now bordering on erotic. Her body felt as if it were floating, a sea of nerve endings responding to every stroke. The ball gag prevented any coherent sounds from escaping her mouth, but her body spoke volumes with each arch of her back and twist of her hips. The nurse's smile grew wider as she watched Jan's reactions, clearly enjoying her newfound power over the helpless woman.
The seconds stretched into minutes, into what felt like an eternity, each tickle a new wave of sensation that washed over Jan's body. The air in the room was thick with the scent of arousal, and Jan could feel herself growing wet between her legs. Despite her initial fear, she found that she was craving more, her body begging for release from the sweet torment. The nurses' gentle touches had become more deliberate, their movements calculated to maximize her pleasure and anticipation.
But suddenly, the tickling stopped. Jan's body jolted, her muscles tensing as if expecting another onslaught of sensation. The silence that followed was deafening, the absence of touch more profound than any sound could have been. She lay there, panting heavily into the gag, her heart hammering against her chest. The sudden cessation of stimulation left her feeling exposed, as if a warm blanket had been ripped away.
The nurse pressed something into Jan’s left ear, the sound suddenly dulled on that side. Then her right ear. Noise cancelling earplugs. The room was now oppressively quiet except for the sound of Jan’s own breathing and the steady throb of her heart. She lay there, feeling utterly exposed, her senses heightened by the lack of sight and sound. Her body was a canvas of sensation, every inch of skin tingling with anticipation. The feeling of the leather restraints around her wrists and ankles grew more pronounced, a constant reminder of her vulnerability and lack of control. She felt her breath quicken, her chest rising and falling as if it were trying to break free from the invisible cage of the room.
Her thoughts raced through the darkness. What was going to happen next? Would Dr. Sindee come in soon? Would it be painful? Would it be pleasurable? Or something in between? The not knowing was a part of the therapy, she had read, but it was also the most terrifying part. She felt a bead of sweat trickle down her spine as the silence stretched on, punctuated only by her own heart beat and deep,panicked breaths. Her mind played tricks on her, conjuring up images of shadowy figures and whispers that weren’t really there.
The minutes ticked by, each one longer than the last. Jan’s breathing grew more erratic, the anticipation of what was to come making her squirm against the leather restraints. The sound of her breath in the quiet room seemed as loud as a shout. The feeling of the cool leather pressing into her skin, the tightness of the straps around her wrists and ankles grew more intense, a reminder of her complete and utter submission to whatever was about to unfold as she involuntarily screamed into her gag.
The door clicked open and in strode Dr. Sindee, a tall, imposing figure in a white coat over dark blue surgucal scrubs. "Welcome," Dr. Sindee purred, her voice smooth as silk, as she remkved the plugs ftprom Jan’s ears. "I see you've made yourself comfortable." Jan felt a mix of excitement and trepidation as the doctor's gaze lingered unseen on her exposed body. Dr. Sindee's eyes were piercing, a deep shade of blue that seemed to see straight through her.
The doctor approached the bed, her spotless blue croxks echoing in the quiet room as the rubber kf the shie biunced off her bare heels. Jan could almost feel the weight of her stare as Dr. Sindee assessed her, her eyes lingering on the damp patch between Jan's legs. "Good," she murmured. "You're already responding well to the initial stimulation."
Without warning, Jan felt a cool, wet sensation on her inner thigh. Dr. Sindee had produced a small bottle of lube and was slowly dripping it onto her skin. Jan's body tensed again, unsure of what was happening, but her anticipation grew with every drop. The doctor's voice was calm, almost soothing, as she explained that she was going to begin the next phase of Jan's therapy. "Relax," she coaxed. "Let go of your fears and inhibitions. Trust me."
Jan felt the doctor's hand, cool and firm, move closer to the apex of her legs. A single finger slid along the length of her wetness, tracing her slit with a precision that sent Jan's hips bucking. She was so aroused that even the slightest touch sent shockwaves through her body. The doctor chuckled, her finger teasing Jan's clit with the lightest of touches before slipping away again.
“Nurse Thompson.†She called out. The brunette nurse from reception returned.
“Yes Doctor.â€
“Prepare the client for phase two.â€
The reception was cool and minimalist, with the faint scent of something sweet and flowery battling to mask yhe clincal smell kf anyuseptic in the air. A young brunette nurse in crisp white uniform , stockings and flats, greeted her with a warm smile, confirming her appointment. Jan felt a flutter of nerves as she followed the nurse down the corridor. The nurse opened the door to a softly lit room where another nurse, a red-haired beauty, was waiting. They both had an air of calm professionalism that helped ease Jan's anxiety. "You're here to see Dr. Sindee," the red-haired nurse said. "Please remove your clothing and lie on the bed. We're here to make you comfortable."
Taken aback by the abruptness of the order, more than a request, Jan faltered slightly but realised this was all a necessary part of the therapy. With trembling hands, she did as she was told, slowly unbuttoning her blouse, slipping her feet out if her heels, slipping her skirt down her kegs, finally peeling her black tights down until she stood in just her lacy white bra and matching cotton knickers.
“I should have made ut clear,†said the redhead with a smile. “I meant everything.†Jan gingerly unclipped her bra, her hands instinctively rising tomciver her breasts before the nurses indicated her lanties and, reluctantly, she slipped her thumbs under the edges and slid the flimsy garment down her kegs. Her kast protection gone she stood naked and shiverring despite the warmth in The room.
“Now lay on ghe bed please.â€
The nurses moved with gentle efficiency, placing soft pillows under her head and securing leather restraints around her wrists and ankles. The cold metal of the buckles sent a shiver down her spine. They were surprisingly gentle, their touches firm but not unkind. "This is a safe space," the brunette assured her. "You're in good hands." Jan closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart.
The red-haired nurse held up a white ball gag, the sight of which made Jan's stomach clench. She had never been in a situation like this before. "It's to help you relax," the nurse explained. "To focus on your sensations without the distraction of speech." Jan nodded, and the nurse carefully inserted the ball into her mouth, fastening the strap behind her head. The sensation was strange, the ball feeling larger than it looked, filling her mouth and making it difficult to breathe through her nose. The nurse noticed her distress and adjusted the strap slightly, giving her just enough room to inhale comfortably. The brunette who had initially welcomed her then began to wrap white medical tape overvthe gag and around her head, taking care timhood her hair iutbif the way, until Jan’s face was civered frim chun to just below her nose. Each pass of the tape was firm but not painful, the coolness of the material a stark contrast to the warmth of her skin. Jan could feel her eyes widening slightly in surprise, but she remained still, allowing the nurses to do their work.
With Jan now unable to speak, the nurses shared a knowing look before the brunette left the room, leaving the redhead to continue the preparations. The red-haired nurse, who introduced herself as Nurse Amara, began to gently massage Jan's shoulders, her skilled hands working the tension from her muscles. Jan couldn't help but let out a muffled moan of relief. The room was silent except for the occasional creak of the bed and the rhythmic sound of the nurse's footsteps as she moved around the room, gathering various tools and devices. Jan felt a mix of fear and excitement, unsure of what to expect but unable to deny the anticipation building within her.
Nurse Amara then reached for a white leather blindfold, the fabric softer than Jan had imagined as it was padded on the inside. "This is to heighten your sensory experience," she whispered, placing it over Jan's eyes and fastening it securely at the back of her head. The sudden darkness was disorienting, but Jan felt a strange sense of relief, as if the blindfold was a final barrier between her and the outside world, allowing her to fully surrender to the experience. The softness of the fabric against her skin and the faint scent of vanilla served to deepen her relaxation.
With Jan now fully restrained and unable to see, the redheaded nurse began to explore her body with a gentle touch, starting with Jan's curvy hips. Her hands glided over Jan's skin, leaving a trail of heat that grew more intense as she reached Jan's breasts. Her thumbs grazed Jan's nipples, which hardened instantly under her touch. Jan gasped around the ball gag, feeling a rush of pleasure mingled with a hint of vulnerability. The nurse's hands grew more insistent, squeezing and massaging, bringing Jan's body alive with sensations she hadn't felt in months. Jan's eyes rolled back in her head, the only sound in the room the muffled moan that escaped her lips with each firm squeeze.
Then, without warning, Jan felt something light and feathery brush against her feet. She jerked, the tickling sensation sending bolts of sensation up her legs. Nurse Amara had begun to tickle her, starting with the soles of her feet and moving up to her toes. Jan's legs squirmed and she tried to pull away, the giggles building up in her chest and escaping through her nose as she struggled to breathe around the gag. The two sensations, pleasure and tickling, fought for dominance in Jan's mind, creating a confusing but thrilling mix of sensations. She had never felt so exposed and yet so cared for in her life.
The tickling grew more intense, moving to her calves, then her thighs. Jan's body tensed, her breathing shallow and quick. The nurse's laughter was the only sound in the room, a melodic counterpoint to Jan's muffled squeals. It was torture, but a delicious kind of torture that Jan never wanted to end. Every inch of her skin was alight with sensation, and she found herself writhing on the bed, her bound limbs straining against the restraints.
Nurse Amara's fingers danced over Jan's stomach, her touch feather-light. Jan's laughter turned to moans of pleasure, the tickling sensation now bordering on erotic. Her body felt as if it were floating, a sea of nerve endings responding to every stroke. The ball gag prevented any coherent sounds from escaping her mouth, but her body spoke volumes with each arch of her back and twist of her hips. The nurse's smile grew wider as she watched Jan's reactions, clearly enjoying her newfound power over the helpless woman.
The seconds stretched into minutes, into what felt like an eternity, each tickle a new wave of sensation that washed over Jan's body. The air in the room was thick with the scent of arousal, and Jan could feel herself growing wet between her legs. Despite her initial fear, she found that she was craving more, her body begging for release from the sweet torment. The nurses' gentle touches had become more deliberate, their movements calculated to maximize her pleasure and anticipation.
But suddenly, the tickling stopped. Jan's body jolted, her muscles tensing as if expecting another onslaught of sensation. The silence that followed was deafening, the absence of touch more profound than any sound could have been. She lay there, panting heavily into the gag, her heart hammering against her chest. The sudden cessation of stimulation left her feeling exposed, as if a warm blanket had been ripped away.
The nurse pressed something into Jan’s left ear, the sound suddenly dulled on that side. Then her right ear. Noise cancelling earplugs. The room was now oppressively quiet except for the sound of Jan’s own breathing and the steady throb of her heart. She lay there, feeling utterly exposed, her senses heightened by the lack of sight and sound. Her body was a canvas of sensation, every inch of skin tingling with anticipation. The feeling of the leather restraints around her wrists and ankles grew more pronounced, a constant reminder of her vulnerability and lack of control. She felt her breath quicken, her chest rising and falling as if it were trying to break free from the invisible cage of the room.
Her thoughts raced through the darkness. What was going to happen next? Would Dr. Sindee come in soon? Would it be painful? Would it be pleasurable? Or something in between? The not knowing was a part of the therapy, she had read, but it was also the most terrifying part. She felt a bead of sweat trickle down her spine as the silence stretched on, punctuated only by her own heart beat and deep,panicked breaths. Her mind played tricks on her, conjuring up images of shadowy figures and whispers that weren’t really there.
The minutes ticked by, each one longer than the last. Jan’s breathing grew more erratic, the anticipation of what was to come making her squirm against the leather restraints. The sound of her breath in the quiet room seemed as loud as a shout. The feeling of the cool leather pressing into her skin, the tightness of the straps around her wrists and ankles grew more intense, a reminder of her complete and utter submission to whatever was about to unfold as she involuntarily screamed into her gag.
The door clicked open and in strode Dr. Sindee, a tall, imposing figure in a white coat over dark blue surgucal scrubs. "Welcome," Dr. Sindee purred, her voice smooth as silk, as she remkved the plugs ftprom Jan’s ears. "I see you've made yourself comfortable." Jan felt a mix of excitement and trepidation as the doctor's gaze lingered unseen on her exposed body. Dr. Sindee's eyes were piercing, a deep shade of blue that seemed to see straight through her.
The doctor approached the bed, her spotless blue croxks echoing in the quiet room as the rubber kf the shie biunced off her bare heels. Jan could almost feel the weight of her stare as Dr. Sindee assessed her, her eyes lingering on the damp patch between Jan's legs. "Good," she murmured. "You're already responding well to the initial stimulation."
Without warning, Jan felt a cool, wet sensation on her inner thigh. Dr. Sindee had produced a small bottle of lube and was slowly dripping it onto her skin. Jan's body tensed again, unsure of what was happening, but her anticipation grew with every drop. The doctor's voice was calm, almost soothing, as she explained that she was going to begin the next phase of Jan's therapy. "Relax," she coaxed. "Let go of your fears and inhibitions. Trust me."
Jan felt the doctor's hand, cool and firm, move closer to the apex of her legs. A single finger slid along the length of her wetness, tracing her slit with a precision that sent Jan's hips bucking. She was so aroused that even the slightest touch sent shockwaves through her body. The doctor chuckled, her finger teasing Jan's clit with the lightest of touches before slipping away again.
“Nurse Thompson.†She called out. The brunette nurse from reception returned.
“Yes Doctor.â€
“Prepare the client for phase two.â€