I wrote this story a few months back. I plan to add more to it. It was inspired by a RP me and my friend did over messneger.
Jett Bateman was a highly successful therapist in his early thirties, praised for his work with helping people overcome addictions. A handsome man around 6'2, deep brown eyes and slick dark black hair cut like his favorite tv character in the entire world Don Draper. He was just coming in from the gym and told his secretary Jean to just send on in his next client and punch out.
Today was going to be a short day, just as he planned. he prepared his office by setting the mood for his next client so they'd get that shrink's office vibe and really spill their guts.
Jett sat back in his chair and got cozy, he couldn't wait to just go home and relax watching sports all night. His client walked in and looked somewhat normal, college age, band shirt, decent build.
"Have a seat Mr.?"
"Twist, Charlie Twist." He said laying back on the classic shrink sofa.
"Well start with a bit of questioning and get down to the knitty gritty, what seems to be the trouble Scott?" Jett asked half there.
"Charlie." He responded defensively.
"I'm sorry Charlie. Pardon me I hit returned from the gym all that's been on my mind the past couple hours is dead presses. Arms are killing me today."
"Your arms are tired?" Charlie asked fishing.
"You bet! Just exhausted, but I'm off topic we are here to talk about you. What's troubling you Chuck, don't mind if I call you Chuck right?" Jett said adjusting his tie.
"We'll sure that's fine. Just see the thing is I have this problem. It's sort of a confusion and I fear I could really get into trouble if I don't get it under control somehow." Charlie said getting sweaty palms just thinking about it.
"Well out with it Chuck, you'll never overcome this if you're afraid to discuss it."
Jett crossed his arms and got up from his chair. He walked over to the window and stroked his fingers on the curtain cords.
"It's that. Right there." Charlie exclaimed as Jet stoked the cords.
"What you have a thing for drapes?"
"No mister Bateman, the the cord. I have a thing for ropes and tying."
"Ah now we are getting somewhere, and what about tying fascinates you Charlie?" Jett said ripping the cords down from the curtains till a pile of rope lay on the floor.
"We'll just gets me going I guess once I get thinking about it, I can't think of anything else!"
"Well what is it you like? Do you like being tied up? Is it other people tying you?"
"I have to say both. It's such a problem for me to focus on work or school cause I just have all these urges that I can't act on. I don't want to end up in the jail."
Jett walked over and sat in front of Charlie. He crossed his legs and gestured over to the curtain cords now in a pile on the floor.
"We'll what would you like to to do Charlie?"
"That's a bit of a loaded question."
"Well if you want to be tied up just say so. If it'll keep you from public embarrassment. Or heaven forbid you be arrested for assaulting somebody. I'm feeling generous. You may use your session to be tied up."
"But what if I wanted to tie you up?" Charlie asked thinking he'd biten off too much.
"Well that's for you to decide. You have an hour."
Charlie walked over to the pile of ropes and grabbed a hand full. He belt down over and Jett put his ankles together. And Charlie proceeded to tie the cord around his ankles. Then started to tie his knees together.
"Is this helping you at all Chuck?"
"Yeah, I'm feeling really great. It's a freeing experience."
"Ironic. We'll I imagine you are far from done, yes? I mean I could still move my hands." Jett said putting his hands behind him.
Charlie walked behind him and tied his wrists and then started to wrap the rest of the cord around his chest.
"Would you mind if I gagged you Dr. Bateman?"
"Your the boss now Chuck. I'm at your mercy here. I have a scarf or some tape in my desk drawer." Jett said waiting for Charlie's next move.
Charlie grabbed the scarf and twisted it up into a narrow gag. He then grabbed the tape and put it on his own wrist like a bangle.
Then out of nowhere kicked off his shoes. He removed both of his socks and stuffed one into Jett's mouth. Then tied the other over it. Then tied the scarf over it, and finished by wrapping his mouth around the head with the tape. Muting any more remarks Jett could make.
"Mmmmmph." Jett moaned into the thick layers of gags.
Jett sat there and struggled in the chair not able to make a peep. While Chalrie sat back in the chair and watched.
"You know I could get used to this Mr. Bateman. And to think we still have forty minutes left, my friends were't lying when they said you stop at nothing to get to the root of somebodies problem."
Not exactly what Jett had in mind but Charlie seemed harmless enough. He was hopong he planned on untying him once the session was over. Jett struggled more.
To be continued....