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“Do you have time today, Doctor?”
“Doctor, can we try it today? Oh, you can’t? Aww…”
“Are you busy now, Doctor? Do you have time for me to try that…?”
“Hmm… The Doctor is asleep. Maybe I’ll ask when he wakes up.”
“You’re such a busy person, Doctor. But surely you must have a day off at some point, right?”
The Doctor buried his head into his hands as he prepared himself for another one of Rafaela’s daily attacks, sighing. Ever since he had been caught playing with Exusiai – on another one of their bondage mishaps, of course – by La Pluma, the young woman had insisted on learning the intricacies of the games that they had been playing; according to her, Exusiai seemed very happy, and so she, too, wanted to know what kind of games they had been playing. He had off-handedly promised to her that he’ll show her at some point, but it seems that she had taken the half-assed promise to heart. She appeared to have her own schedule for it now, too, and it’d be less than five minutes before she got here.
It wasn’t as if he didn’t want to; he was legitimately swamped with work, and on top of that, Rafaela trusted him to a degree that he found both impressive and heartwarming, and he didn’t want to break this bond by accident. Then again, she’s not a child, though she may look younger than she really was.
“Maybe I can have some time…” He muttered, checking the calendar as well as the schedules. Not tomorrow, not the day after, not that whole week… there! A Tuesday, where nobody was assigned to be his assistant due to a scheduling conflict. He noted it down, quickly drawing up a plan in his mind, finishing just as the door slid open.
The black-haired Liberi girl stood in the doorway with a light smile. “Hello, Doctor.”
“Hello, Rafaela.”
“I have a question-”
“I have your answer. Next Tuesday. I’m scheduling you to be my assistant.”
“…oh! That’s great!” It took the girl a second to realize he implications of his words. “But… I was going to go swimming that day, I think.”
“Ah… when?”
“The entire day.”
“Hmm.” He consulted the timetables again. “I don’t know if I’ll have any other time, even weekends are gonna be rough. I can-”
“No need, Doctor.” The Liberi girl shook her head. “I can just go another day.”
An idea came to him mind. “That can work – but you don’t have to give up swimming for the day. Being… well, me, gives me quite some perks. Just come as you would if you were going swimming – you’ll see what I mean.”
Rafaela took the Doctor’s instructions very seriously. She was hot on his heels, inviting herself into the office when he was in the middle of making himself a cup of coffee-hot chocolate mix.
“Is that what you usually wear for swimming?” She had on a flow-y blue-and-white jacket that seemed a size too large for her, and beneath that, just a simple set of white bikinis, with some frills on the lower part like an ultra-micro-mini skirt. Her shoes were pretty much the same style as the ones she usually wore, but she kicked them off the moment she got in the office, opting instead to jump onto the sofa barefoot and lounge there like she owned the place. If the Doctor didn’t know better, he might’ve took her actions for the ones of a rude delinquent – luckily for them, La Pluma was nothing if not the opposite of that.
“Hmm? Yeah… well, not really. I have a swimsuit, but I’m not going to be doing any serious swimming today, so I brought these.” She gestured to herself. “They’re new, so I thought I can try them here before I went anywhere else with them.”
“Good point. Why here, though?”
“Because I know Doctor would tell me exactly what I need to hear.”
“Ha! You definitely know how to kiss up to someone, that’s for sure. Fine, I like it. A little bland on the creative design aspect, but for whatever reason, it looks super good on you.”
Rafaela looked at him. “Really?”
“I don’t joke about ladies’ outfits. It’s dangerous.”
The Liberi girl burst into a giggle. “I knew it. Anyway, sorry, Doctor. Do you want me to make your coffee for you?”
“Nah, it’s all good. Want some?”
She shook her head and pulled out her phone. For the next hour or so, they continued their routine; the Doctor drinking his coffee (with multiple refills) and Rafaela lounging quietly on the sofa, scrolling through her phone. It was only when the latter sneezed rather loudly that he remembered exactly what he had called her here for – she wasn’t doing any work with him anyway.
“Not gonna come help?” He stood up and stretched, taking the opportunity to yawn and stroll over to her.
Rafaela looked up at him. “I thought you had it all covered, Doctor.”
“I… technically do, I guess.” He sat down next to her, grabbing her aimlessly-kicking ankles as she tried to scoot over. To his surprise, she turned around coyly, wiggling her bare feet in front of him. Damn it. It was a trap.
“So Doctor does like feet.” She grinned, flailing her feet up and down next to his face as she spread her toes apart, rubbing them together alluringly, covering her mouth with a hand as he lightly scratched her soles.
“You got me there.” He continued to move his hands across her feet, noticing that she seemed to be trying to force her feet to be still, as opposed to trying to pull them back. He proceeded for a minute before suddenly reaching over and grabbing her by the exposed waist, pulling her body towards him.
“Ahhh!” She squeaked. “A little warning next time, Doctor.”
“Sorry.” He held her on his laps, one hand holding her thin wrists together, the other gripping her by the waist, holding her close. “But naughty girls need to be punished.”
“Oh!” Rafaela brightened up. “Is it time to play, finally?”
“…you sure are eager.” Letting go of her wrists, he bent down to retrieve the bag that stayed perpetually below his sofa, pulling out a large piece of leather implement – something that looked like an oversized sleeve, with a big zipper down one side. Removing her jacket, he guided Rafaela’s arms into the half-armbinder, zipping it up and securing her arms together from wrist to elbow. Her feet received a pair of leather shackles, connected with a particularly thick and unwieldy belt, adjusted for roughly a foot long and hobbling her every step.
She knelt on the sofa between his legs, leaned completely into him as she tested the extents of her new restraints, face lightly red from the way his hands crept about her bikini-covered butt and the way her chest pressed into his, her soft mounds – though not of impressive size – squished against his face. Resisting the temptation to do anything to them right away, he let her stand on her own as he inspected her bindings. “Not too tight?”
She shook her head again.
“Nice. Alright, you’re helping me out regardless if you wanted to.”
Carrying her over to the desk, he sat down with Rafaela in his lap, enjoying her company – psychologically as well as physically – while he continued his work; he’d sometimes discuss things with her, take some input on battle formations and tactics, or occasionally assault her breasts when he took a quick break from the piles of documents. The bouncy textures seemed to be able to heal his tired hands, and her quiet moaning was music to his ears.
Eventually, he moved onto more ambitious goals: holding her bounds hand with one hand and reaching down south with the other, he made further sure that the Liberi girl was as flustered as possible – not an easy feat, given that the most emotion she displayed prior to that point was simple groans – by running his hand over her womanhood. Even through the admittedly thin fabric, his actions had profound effects on the girl; her moans increased in volume and consistency, she subconsciously (or willingly) grabbed onto his hands with her own bound ones, and he noticed that she would do this very cute toe curling thing whenever his touch was especially pleasurable.
Her head was perpetually nuzzled against his neck by the time they split for lunch, breathing hard as she looked up at him with puppy eyes. The Doctor untied her – promising her with an evil voice that she would resume her helpless state, once lunch passes – and watched her skip off to the cafeteria, completely forgetting her shoes. Oh well, he figured, she can get them later – much later.
Crouching down next to the bag, he began to pick out a few new restraints. He’d hate to get the leather stuff wet; it was high, HIGH quality equipment – but maybe these synthetic, high-tensile strength polymer straps would do the trick…
“Hey, Doctor.” Rafaela was back. “It’s a bit past lunch now, and I was thinking if you actually had a reason to ask me to wear the swimsuit – I mean, you made it sound like you had a private pool or something.”
“I.. sort of do.”
Her eyes lit up. “Wow! Where is it? I want to see it. Please?”
“You didn’t even need the ‘please’.” He laughed. “I was going to take a bit of a break anyway, so I don’t fall asleep later, so we can certainly go take a look. Anyway,” he left the office, not forgetting the bag he had packed, an excited Rafaela in tow, “it’s like… a big Jacuzzi, I guess? Not strictly a pool, but you might actually be able to more or less ‘swim’ in it. Also, there’s a little sauna room, so that’s cool too. Hmm… also a shower, but that’s just whatever. Not much furnishing, though, so it’s not exactly a pretty room.”
Rafaela shrugged. “I’d still like to see it.”
“Cool. In which case-” They stopped at an unmarked door. “-we’ve arrived.”
The keycard made the door lock go “beep”, and the door slid open, revealing a small chamber beyond. It was maybe ten by ten meters, with a semi-high ceiling, the “big Jacuzzi” slightly off-center and to the left, while the shower and sauna took up the entirety of the right wall, partitioned into two smaller rooms. Both rooms’ walls and doors were opaque.
“Ooooooooh.” The young woman dashed headfirst towards the “pool”. “That is pretty big. Well… for a hot tub, anyway. Not sure if I can exactly go for a swim.”
“You can try.”
“Okay!” She dove into the water, careful not to hit the bottom as she explored the “pool”. The water came up to about her navel when she stood up, and she could basically launch herself from one end of it to the other if she pushed herself off one wall – and she did; for the next ten to fifteen minutes, she seemed to have lots of fun doing just that on her own, doing a quick underwater somersault every time she reached the opposite side, planting both feet on the wall and launching off it, reaching the opposite side in just a couple of seconds, and repeating the process. The Doctor, meanwhile, adjusted the temperature of the room and the sauna – it’d be quite chilly for Rafaela to come out of the water at the current temperature.
He finished just in time to hear a splash; turning around, he found that she had already came out of the water, sitting on the slightly elevated edge of the pool, looking at him as she tilted her head to one side and tried to get the water out of her ear.
“Everything okay?”
“Yeah.” She stood up and jumped on one leg, shaking her head downwards. “Just trying to… oh, there it is.”
“Water in your ear?”
“Yeah. It’s gone now, though. Say, Doctor.” She strolled up to him, hands behind her back and head tilted to one side, staring up at him innocently. “When are we going to…”
“You’re really insistent, you know that?” The Doctor ruffled her hair, patting her on her head as she pouted cutely, her hands joining his as she tried to smooth out her hair from the mess he created. “Well, as it happens, we’re gonna go do that right now.”
He grabbed her hands and held them in front of her, leading her towards the sauna room while she followed demurely, barely even struggling, and with a faint smile on her face.
The sauna was admittedly very small – full wood interior, of course, but just about big enough for maybe three people, or four if they really tried (and was very comfortable around each other). Today, though, it would only house the two of them – and once the Doctor finished his work here, that number would go down to one.
“I’ve only been in something like this once.” Rafaela commented, hopping onto the wooden bench. “It was really warm and comfy, and so is this one.”
“You can stay here for a while, if you want.” The Doctor pulled out the straps. “I mean, you’re staying in here even if you don’t, so…”
“Eh, I don’t mind, even if I’ll be tied up for it.” The Liberi girl offered her wrists to him, and he began to apply the bindings to her arms: the straps secured her body at the wrists, elbows, above and below the knees, as well as the ankles. A ziptie made its presence known around her big toes, while a small towel was rolled up and placed in her mouth, gagging her and silencing her more effectively than she’d thought. Two longer towels were wrapped around her mouth and nose respectively, sealing the small towel inside of her mouth and restricting her breathing.
Now thoroughly tied up, Rafaela was powerless to stop the Doctor from continuing to play with her body – not that she seemed to want to. She only struggled weakly as the Doctor pulled her top to the sides, exposing her breasts completely and assuming his favourite position – that is, sitting behind her with his hands groping her chest, enjoying his bound victim’s attempts at struggling. This went on for a few minutes until he decided to play with her feet instead, pulling them onto his laps and beginning to tickle them; this caused the girl to tremble with muffled laughter, hands flailing helplessly as her toes strained against her toe tie, done up too securely for one of her feet to be shielded from the assault. For the next ten minutes or so, he alternated his hands and mouth between her breasts and her feet, tormenting the young woman as she, too, alternated between breathless laughter and horny moans.
Wait, I still have work to do!
He hurriedly pulled off the towel from Rafaela’s nose and mouth, taking out the spit-covered towel roll as the girl took a few deep breaths. “Hey, sorry. Nothing hurts, right? Breath okay?”
“I’m fine, Doctor.” The girl nodded. “Do you have to go?”
“Yeah.” He got to undoing her bindings, but she shook her head. “Wait. Um… I don’t mind being tied up for a while longer…”
“You sure? I’ll be gone for a while.”
“I’m sure. I’ll have to get used to this anyway.”
“Now what’s that supposed to mean?” The Doctor raised an eyebrow.
“Nothing – hehe~” Rafaela grinned mischievously, falling on her back and pressing her bound feet against the front of his shirt. “Just a little bit of training to better indulge the Doctor in his favourite activities.”
“Oh, that does it!” He grabbed her feet with mock anger, eliciting more laughter from the young woman as he ran a finger up and down the arches, stopping only when he remembered all the precious time he’s wasting. Digging around in the bag, he retrieved a pink dildo of average length, switching it on as he knelt down beside her. “This’ll keep you company until I get back. Don’t get stingy with your voice level, you hear? The whole room is soundproofed pretty well.”
Pulling her swimsuit bottom to one side, he began to gently probe her lower entrance with both his fingers as well as the vibrating dildo while Rafaela took his advice to heart and began to moan lewdly, her boobs shaking adorably as her body trembled from the stimulation. Her slit was soon wet enough for the dildo to be inserted with no problem, and he put her swimsuit bottom back in its place with a visible bulge where it held the dildo inside of her. The previous gag returned, towels covering her mouth and nose even more tightly this time, her already labourous breathing made even harder due to the constant vibration in her pussy. Another ziptie over her thumbs served as the icing on the cake, with yet another one connecting her bound toes and thumbs, pulling her into a strict hogtie.
“I’ll be back when I finish all my work.” He promised to the girl who was now lying on her side, eyes half-lidded as she shifted quietly in her bondage. “When I get back, we’ll have lots of time for you to figure out if you enjoy what Miss Exusiai and I do on a semi-regular basis. For now, though…” He dug a pair of wooden clothespin out of the bag and placed them beside her naked breasts, watching her eyes grow wider before they squeezed shut again from the wave of pleasure washing over her. “You can imagine how these would feel on you.”
He leaned down to plant a kiss on her nipple, and the simple (yet erotic) gesture seemed to send her over the edge, every part of her body visibly straining as she moaned loudly into her gag. The climax didn’t last too long, and he sat next to her quietly as she basked in the afterglow, one hand resting casually on her boobs, teasing her most sensitive bit of flesh with the wooden clothespin.
“Have fun, Rafaela.”
He left the sauna, close the door behind him. The temperature began to rise as the Liberi girl continued to squirm, coming to a stop at the threshold between heavenly warmth and unbearable scorch.
The dildo and the rising lust inside of her, however, did not – and as she would come to find out over the next few hours, would not.