Sometimes all you really need is a bound orgasm, and it's even better administered by a therapist. They are there to provide extra attention and keep your mind on what you're feeling, even if they are the one that is making you feel it. In heels, locked heel cuffs, a corset, and a bodysuit, I am bound and locked in an armbinder while hogtied. Do you think my therapist planned for this to happen, or do you think they couldn't resist, seeing how I was dressed? I am left to ponder this, as I am helpless, bound, gagged with a ballgag, and vibed. As the vibrator relentlessly pleasures me, my thoughts eventually dissipate into nothingness, and I am only thinking about his hands spanking me, pulling my hair, and keeping the vibrator in position. As if my moans weren't enough to understand where I am at, I am drooling as well. I guess this quack of a therapist may actually know what they are doing, as I have never felt better, being made to cum at his hands.