Therapy - Featuring April (FF/f)

[JulieG]

This story is inspired by @April and posted with her permission. I would like to make clear that this is pure fiction and that April would never willingly submit to such treatment, but I am not going to write a story about an autistic teenaged girl forcibly restrained and fighting back, terrified, just for the amusement of adults on this board.

APRIL’S STORY

After increasingly disruptive, sometimes violent behaviour, leading to April being forcibly restrained at school more days than not her parents were desperate for anything to calm her down. Then the saw an advert online for Dr Julie Bond”s tactile sensory therapy for anger, anxiety, agitation, adhd, autism, quite frankly just about Amy illness beginning with ‘A’. It did not promise a miracle cure but could calm symptoms and restore less impulsive behaviour, stabilising without dulling emotions. Out of desperation they tried it.

They entered the small but clean and modern private clinic, where Dr Bond, consulted. She was a red haired woman in her forties , wearing a short white coat which covered a red top and almost as short black skirt. Her legs were covered in sheer black tights ending in shiny heels.

Dr Bond greeted them with a warm smile, her office walls adorned with various degrees and certificates, all in neat frames, which lent an air of authority to the room. She began by asking April’s parents to describe the events that led them to seek her help. They recounted the numerous incidents at school, the failed medications, the tears and the tantrums, their hopes and their fears. Dr Bond nodded, her eyes empathetic, scribbling notes on a pad as they spoke.

When it was April’s turn to speak, she remained mostly silent, her eyes darting around the room, avoiding contact. Her parents gently prodded, encouraging her to explain her feelings, but her responses were minimal and monosyllabic. Dr Bond, seemingly unfazed, continued to smile and speak softly, asking open-ended questions that gradually coaxed more words out of her. She asked about April’s favourite activities , the games she liked to play, the books she enjoyed. Slowly, April began to open up, sharing snippets of her world in a voice barely above a whisper.

The physical examination was next. Dr Bond guided April to a padded table in the corner of the room, asking her to lie down. She checked pulse, blood pressure, listened to her heart, then instructed April to remove her shoes and socks, revealing her two bare feet. With a gentle touch, she rolled a pin wheel over the soles of April’s feet, watching closely for any reaction. April winced at the sensation, but she did not protest or pull away. Her parents, hovering nearby, exchanged worried glances.

"Now, let’s talk about what you felt," said Dr Bond, placing the pin wheel aside. "What was it like when I touched you with the pin wheel?"

April considered the question, her brow furrowed. "It tickled," she replied, her voice still soft.

"Just tickled?" Dr. Bond encouraged.

April nodded. "But it's not usually like that," she added, her voice gaining a bit of volume. "Most of the time, it feels like... it feels like when you step on a Lego piece without looking."

Dr. Bond nodded, scribbling more notes. "I see," she said. "And does it ever feel good?"

April thought for a moment, then nodded shyly. "Sometimes. Like when my mom massages my feet."

Dr. Bond nodded thoughtfully. "I think we might be onto something here," she said turning to April’s parents. "I'd like to book April in for a session next week. I'll need to conduct some further assessments and introduce her to our sensory integration therapy program. She'll need to bring a change of clothes, her swimming costume, and an overnight bag."

The following Tuesday, April and her parents arrived at the clinic with the required items in tow. They were met by Nurse Wendy, who ushered them down the hallway with a cheery wave. "Dr. Bond is expecting you," she said, her voice crisp and professional despite her youthful appearance.

Once in the designated room, Nurse Wendy instructed April to change into her swimming costume. The room was unlike any doctor's office they had ever seen—it was stark and almost clinical in its design, with a chair in the center and cabinets lining the walls. There was a large window with a blind drawn, casting a dim light over the space. The lack of a bed was disconcerting, but Dr. Bond had assured them that the sensory therapy did not require a traditional medical setup.

April's parents watched anxiously as she stepped into the room, looking around curiously. She had been excited about the prospect of missing school, but the unfamiliar surroundings had dampened her spirits. Nurse Wendy noticed the apprehension on their faces and offered a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, I'll be with her if she needs anything. I think it’s best if you go now.” she said, closing the door behind her and leaving her parents in the hallway.

The room was indeed equipped differently from what April had seen before. The cupboards were filled with what seemed like an assortment of strange, colourful toys and devices. A small mat lay on the floor next to the chair, and there were different textures of fabric draped over it. The walls were painted in calming pastel shades, and there were a few posters of serene underwater scenes.

Wendy ushered April behind a screen to change, giving her the privacy she needed. As they walked across the car park, her mother whispered to her father, "Do you think this will work? She seems so nervous."

When April emerged from behind the screen, she saw Dr. Bond waiting with a friendly smile, her eyes sparkling with a hint of excitement. Nurse Wendy was beside her, her blonde hair tied back in a neat ponytail and her scrubs a bright blue that matched the underwater theme of the room. She held a strange looking blue leather or latex tube with multiple straps on it. April nervously wiggled her toes, feeling the multiple textures of the mat under her feet.

"Ah, perfect timing," said Dr. Bond. "Nurse Wendy will help you put this on." She gestured to the arm binder in Wendy's hands. "It's part of the therapy to help with sensory integration. It's like giving your body a gentle hug, to help it feel safe and secure."

Wendy knelt down beside April and began to explain how the arm binder worked. It was made of a soft, flexible material with padded sections that would apply gentle pressure to her arms and shoulders. The binder looked a bit like a combination of a swimming float and a corset, designed to be supportive rather than restrictive. Wendy's manner was calm and soothing as she helped April slip her arms into the binder, ensuring that it was not too tight but snug enough to provide the intended sensory feedback.

As the belts and laces were tightened April found she could not move her arms at all. Her hands were forced into interlocking balls, her elbows were pressed together, not painful but distinctly uncomfortable. Dr Julie added more straps around April’s shoulders, chest and tummy, further restricting her arms.

The tension grew as Dr Bond announced it was time for the next step, her legs. April’s eyes widened as she saw a second tube made from the same material as the arm binder. It was much longer, extending from her ankles to her waist. Dr Bond’s voice remained gentle and reassuring, but the sight of the tube filled April with a sense of panic. She didn’t like the idea of not being able to move her legs, to have them bound together in such a way.

Nurse Wendy stepped forward, her smile a bit forced now, instructed April to lie on the mat, and began to explain that the leg tube was designed to provide the same calming sensation as the arm binder. "It's all part of the therapy," she said, her voice steady. "It'll help your body feel more at ease."

With trembling legs, April stepped into the tube, feeling the cold material against her bare skin. Dr. Bond and Nurse Wendy carefully aligned her legs and secured the tube, ensuring it was snug but not painful. The welded seam up the back of the tube made her legs feel as if they were in a single, unyielding stocking, leaving no room for movement. She tried to take a step, but her legs remained fixed together. Nurse Wendy tightened straps around April’s ankles, knees and thighs.

The third tube was made of a thicker, more pliable neoprene material and was designed to cover her torso. Nurse Wendy rolled it over her body with a gentle but firm pressure, starting at her ankles and working upward. As it reached her waist, April felt the tension increase, and she had to take deep breaths to adjust to the new sensation of being enveloped from her ankles to her neck. The tube was secured in place with more straps, creating a cocoon around her. She could feel her heart racing, and her breathing grew shallow.

With the tubes in place, Dr. Bond nodded to Nurse Wendy, who then produced a wide band of material with a small bag attached in the middle on one side. Wendy approached April and carefully inserted the bag into her mouth. It was soft and squishy, filling the cavity completely. She fastened the band behind her head, ensuring that the gag was snug but not overly tight. The sudden muffling of her voice and the feeling of the bag in her mouth was a shock to April, and she tried to protest, but the gag muffled her sounds to mere mumbles.

Next, Dr. Bond instructed Wendy to add a blindfold. The material was soft, but the sudden darkness was disorienting. April’s eyes grew wide with fear, and she tried to shake her head, but the band held firm. She could hear the rustling of clothes as the two women moved around the room, their heels clicking against the tiles. The only other sound was the steady beep of some unseen machine, its rhythm echoing in the confined space.

Julie placed noise cancelling ear plugs in her ears then drew an isolation hood over her head. It covered her eyes, ears, and mouth with extra padding in those areas, leaving only a thin gauze patch over her nose to allow her to breathe. The hood was secured tightly under her chin, cutting off any remaining sensory input. The world outside the hood became a muffled silence, and the only sound she could hear was the thump of her own heart in her chest.

April felt something being fastened around her big toes, her toes were then pulled up towards her shins, again uncomfortable but not painful. The effect was to stretch her soles smooth and taught.

Her heart rate increased again as she felt something else fastened around her ankles, and suddenly, her legs were being pulled upwards. She felt a moment of weightlessness as her body was slowly inverted, the blood rushing to her head. The panic grew as she was fully suspended upside down from the ceiling, the only things keeping her in place the binds around her ankles. The mat beneath her was gone, and all she had was the felling of swaying slightly, unable to hear see or speak. Such were her binds she could not even wiggle her toes on the only exposed part of her body, her bare feet.

April thought she’d been hanging there for a few minutes, but had no real sense of time when she felt it. The unmistakable feeling of finger nails on her soles. Gentle at first, tracking small delicate circles on the arches of her bare feet. The sensation was light, almost tickling, but the suddenness of it made her gasp, the gag in her mouth muffling the sound. It was a strange feeling, being unable to react or even flinch away from the touch. The nails traced patterns on the tender skin, and she could feel her body responding, her muscles tensing and releasing as if trying to escape the sensation. It was a mix of fear and something else, a strange curiosity about what was happening to her. Then as the stimulation became more intense, the torment increased and April realised she was utterly helpless to

[RopeBunny]

A really good story, or possibly (more likely?) only the first chapter of a larger tale.

An enjoyable read, plenty of detail, and I loved the premise: bondage as a form of help, of therapy.

[Boundgirl09]

Like the story, that sounds like inescapable bondage with horrendous torture. I’m incredibly ticklish on my feet. Is that why everyone want to take my shoes and socks off?

[sweetvillain]

Not only just for that.
Mainly because it is great for a villain catch a damsel.
If she is also barefoot and ticklish, perfect.
And you are damsel and ticklish...

Something of ancestral