More Than He Bargained For 2_ The Doctor Knows Best · Part 1 (1/2)
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(story continues from More Than He Bargained For…)
Part 2: The Doctor Knows Best
Hans had not had a good night's sleep. Tanya, the escort he had booked for the night had tied him up tightly as per his request, and then things took an unwanted turn. Tanya informed him that, in her native Russia, she was actually a doctor in psychiatry, and so quite used to getting unruly or violent patients under control with proper use of restraints. That evening, she had used the ropes and straps that Hans had provided, but suggested that a straightjacket was a much better device for really long term, inescapable bondage.
And once she said that, she proceeded to demonstrate that it is the doctor, not the restrained patient, who decides what happens. Hans now found himself tied tightly and tethered to his bed while his beautiful partner slept. He didn't disturb her not only because he was gagged and hooded, but also because she had told him before going to sleep, that, if he did so, she would make his situation very uncomfortable indeed. As she had already done it earlier in the evening, with a murderous double hogtie (feet to waist and ass hook to top of hood), he had every reason to believe that she meant business. So he remained as quiet and motionless as he could, instead of his usual behavior of (topping from the bottom) and dictating to the escort he'd hired what she should do to please him.
But, as the same time, even though he was mad at her, he was getting horny again, even though he'd had this mind-blowing orgasm just a bit earlier. And that was how Hans' night was to be. Uncomfortable, with spells of broken, fitful sleep and periods of wait. And an almost continuous hard-on that he could do nothing about, that was leaving him especially frustrated considering the beautiful woman lying so close to him, and whose services were already paid for, but who had made herself so untouchable. The hardest part of the wait was not knowing what time it was, which the leather hood saw to.
Was it the middle of the night, with another 6 hours or more to wait, or already well into the morning, and only a few tens of minutes? For a man like Hans, used to making decisions, and paying escorts was one way he could make decisions about sex without trouble, this was a new and unwelcome experience. Except that he was so turned on! What was wrong with him? What he'd seen up to now as a harmless fantasy was turning into something much more hard-core. Tanya had mentioned long-term bondage strapped in a straightjacket. Just thinking about it, and his tied up condition gave him ample time to do so, and his penis definitely approved.
Eventually, Tanya stirred. Hans, not taking her threats lightly, remained quiet, despite his urge to make sure she woke up fully and took care of him. She was waking up, but in no hurry to do so. She turned, stretched, relaxed, stretched again. By now, even though he couldn't see, Hans was sure she'd seen him and remembered why there was a bound and tethered man in her bed. Or rather, why she was in his bed. Hans felt her get real close. She cuddled him and whispered in his leather-covered ear: “How is my patient this morning? Rested? Still aware that I am the doctor, and that I know better what is good for him? If yes, make a fist dear patient!” Hans made a fist.
“Now yesterday night, you were quite rebellious, you need to learn that doctor knows best. If not, I just have to impose measures that will be as uncomfortable for you as they are unnecessary. Let's see how you react today, for example if I tell you that you need to wait until I prepare myself, which shouldn't take more than about one hour, and then take care of my day's e-mails, maybe another hour.”
Two hours like this? Hans couldn't believe it. He needed attention. He needed to be free. He had slept poorly, he was tired and grumpy. Being gagged and hooded for a whole night was very uncomfortable. Predictably he objected as loudly and violently as his restraints let him.
“Hmm, still uncooperative, are we? We'll have to do something about that. Have you ever been controlled by electricity, Hans? If not, it will be something new. Quite effective, let me tell you. Once patients understand that only full compliance separates them from having their balls fried, they tend to behave like true puppy dogs. Let' see if it works for you that way!”
A horrified Hans couldn't do anything to prevent Tanya from pulling out some equipment from her bag, and he felt her placing pads and clamps on his nipples, testicles and penis, which she connected to a power box and the mains. Contrary to his expectations, what the machine did to him was quite pleasurable; in a way that was new to him. Until a shock that seared his innards and to which he reacted with as violent a spasm as his tight bonds let him.
“See, dear Hans, what happens to patients of mine? The nice ones get treated nicely. The ones who do not behave are made to pay the price. So, where was I before you refused my instructions? Ah, yes. The hour I need to properly wake up, do my morning exercise, and get prepared for another beautiful day. And another hour for my e-mail and Adnoklacniki account, that is a sort of Russian Facebook. And, come to think of it, since you don't look like you are going to be pleasant company, some more time to go out and have myself a nice breakfast in your city. Now you have a choice.
Either you approve -immediately Hans felt the return of the previous pleasurable sensations- or not! -and Hans was zapped again, even more painfully-. So, think carefully before you protest again, dear patient. Every protest earns you more time tied up, and more shocks. And if you think this cannot happen, and that you can extract revenge once you are untied, think again. All I need to do if I feel that you will be aggressive, is just to “forget” to come back from my breakfast, or come back, take what I want, and just “forget” to let you free. So what will it be Hans? Make a fist once if you accept, or don't if you don't. I don't care. Or actually, I do.
Because, if you don't, I can do certain things to you, and then you'll agree anyhow. And I would like to see how you react, you who are so used to having everything your way, to having your cock and balls gradually fried.”
Hans immediately made a fist, which signaled acceptance, or more accurately, capitulation.
“Ah, I am disappointed, Hans. I looked forward to breaking your spirit, but now, it is not to be. Ah well… OK, here is the deal. Either you want to be set free now, and I leave and will not see you again, or you submit to my will, and my electrical machine will take care to keep you “interested” while I take care of myself. Oh, and I know you want to ask if “interested” is meant in a pleasing or in a painful way. Well, sorry, but because of your gag you can't ask, and I don't answer unasked questions. So you will have to trust me, I guess. That is what submission is about. So, if you want me to set you free and leave, make a fist…”
Hans had to think quickly. Of course, he wanted to be set free. And he wanted to regain control over what happened to him. But he also realized that he had never been so excited, so turned on, so alive as when Tanya had decided to exert full control over him. So he made up his mind. He'd already lived through a full night, he could stick it out a bit longer… his hand remained open…
“Good, at last some hope that the patient will trust the good doctor Tanya and do what she tells him to. So, let's get you prepared for the next phase! But dear Hans, think twice before your resist again. Because then I will be merciless. I don't like time wasters!”
With these ominous words, she turned him on his stomach, and once again tied a rope to his feet, which, this time, she tied straight to the D-Ring on his hood. She tightened, and Hans, his back now arched, protested audibly, if anguished grunts into his gag and hood can be called a protest. She tightened some more. His back arched some more. His grunts turned to growls. She tightened some more. His back became spectacularly arched. His growls turned to whimpers. She tied off the rope, leaving him totally disbelieving that she would leave him like this for more than two hours. How could she??? Even a few seconds like this were painful, let alone minutes, so hours????
“Now, dear patient, another choice. That shows you how considerate your good doctor is. During your morning meditation, you can either choose the painful stimulation, or the pleasurable one. My strong advice is that you choose the painful one, and, believe me, I know what I am talking about. But choose as you will. If you wish to follow my advice, make a fist!”
Hans did not make a fist. Was Tanya nuts? How could she think he would choose pain over pleasure, you would have to be a crazy masochist to do that, or a slave, and he was neither. His choice was obvious.
“So, no fist, so you choose the pleasurable option. How predictable, how disappointing! You obviously do not trust me. Well, if that is your choice, let it be!”
With these words, Tanya rolled Hans on his side, and roped her hogtied “patient” to the bed so that he could no longer roll onto his front or back. He was totally immobilized on his side in this arched position until she set him free. That is when he felt the pleasure waves she had promised.
“Well, that is it, dear Hans! Pleasure waves you want, and that is what you get. The only problem is, I know what this will do to you, and you do not yet. I warned you to follow my advice, and you disregarded it and thought you knew better. Because I told you it would be 2 ½ hours before I took care of you, and, believe me, well before that you will be screaming into your gag and begging me to switch your e-stim to pain. Unfortunately for you, I will not be there to listen and be swayed by your distress. As soon as I am ready I will find a nice cafe, where I can enjoy a good latte, pull out my iPad and do my e-mails over wi-fi. Well, now that you are all set, I will go to the bathroom, and make myself beautiful once more. Enjoy yourself, dear Hans!”
Hans had no idea what she was talking about. He was feeling all kinds of pleasurable sensations, and that was almost enough to make him forget how painful the hogtie was, especially after a long night of strict bondage.
As she left him to take care of herself, Hans felt the hard-on that he had experienced for the whole night intensify, and he looked forward to release. Maybe he would enjoy the same kind of super-intense orgasm that had illuminated last night's session with Tanya despite her severe “treatments”. It felt good, it felt very good. He wondered if it didn't even feel better than a competent partner. God he was going to have a great orgasm!
Hans felt the pleasures waves washing over him, it was going to be so good. Except, after a few minutes of basking in this pleasure, he realized his urge was unsatisfied, as though the machine refused to speed up and match his need, as though he could put the glass to his lips, but not tilt it back and drink.
As each minute passed, Hans was getting more frustrated. His cock, stimulated by electricity demanded release, but Tanya had set it just enough for this, but not for any orgasm to satisfy him. So what could he do? He tried to grind his turgid organ into something to generate the friction that would get him over the edge. That is when he understood why the “good doctor” as she called herself, had tied him on his side. Because of the hogtie, he couldn't lie on his back, and, on his front, he could have orgasmed all too easily. But tethered as he was to both sides of the bed, there was nothing that his cock could touch. His hands, tied to his sides, were too far.
Not by much, by try as he could, they couldn't make contact with his aching cock. He was humping air, and the ropes immobilizing him were too well tied to grant him any slack. He was close to the biggest orgasm I his life, but only close, and, suddenly, he understood how mean Tanya had been, and why she suggested the pain rather than the pleasure.
Hans tried to break his bonds. He wanted an orgasm worse than ever in his life. But Tanya had done her work well. His hands and arms remained tied to his sides, his legs together, and he could not budge from his position on his side. The fact that he was gagged and hooded didn't help, especially with his head tilted back by the hogtie. Hans groaned, bucked, squirmed until he ran of air, the gag and hood reducing his air intake, but he couldn't care. He wanted to cum, and cum he would, whatever it took. Unfortunately, bondage's rule n°1 is that properly applied restraints are more effective that the bondee's efforts to free himself, and he remained tied, on the verge of orgasm, tremendously frustrated. And all the while, the stimulation continued mercilessly, supplemented by Hans' efforts to release himself from the bondage he craved.
Then it struck him. It was, at best, ten minutes since Tanya had left the room to prepare herself. Ten minutes! And she said she would be gone for more than two hours? There was no way he could last two hours like this. But she said she would be in the bathroom. How could she be so close and not realize what she had done to him?
It was then, when he was suffering from a level of frustration that he didn't even know existed, and from commensurate fury towards his tormentor, that suddenly the e-stim's intensity increased. Surprised, Hans lost his concentration for a split second, time enough for him to feel hands squeezing his desperately engorged, aching penis, and his already painful balls. He groaned and squirmed, with no effect other than to increase her pressure on his organs, blinding him with pain. Hans was drowning, lost in this sea of contradictory over-stimulation, out of air, out of anything but the burning desire for him to cum, and the desperate want for this to end before he died. Irresistibly, he exploded in one gigantic orgasm that rocked him like never before.
More Than He Bargained For 2_ The Doctor Knows Best · Part 1 (1/2)
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