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A cold blue morning and Emmy sets out from his apartment, black running tights hugging his legs and squeezing his perky butt and bulge. His torso covered by a gorillaz t shirt and a pink jumper with some ridiculous neko ears on the hood (he thought it was cute). A cute black wooly scarf with little white love hearts was wound snuggly about his neck. He was not too concerned about his dress; he just wanted to wear his comfy clothes as today was yet another day at Therapy. For about 2 years now Emmy had been going to the same Therapist due to anxiety, over the course of that time he had genuinely felt himself improving and nowadays he was certain the Therapy was no longer necessary. He had even told his therapist as such but she had convinced him to keep up visits, if only for a short while longer. She was kind enough not to charge him either. In fact she hasn't charged him for nearly a year now. But that was how his Therapist Miss Tate always acted. Selina Tate or simply Miss Tate as she asked to be called was a therapist of some renown having made her name treating the criminally insane and even spending a few years as the head psychologist of an asylum for young men. She was in her late 30s now and had decided to retire from insanity and criminality for a much more leisurely private practice sponsored by the state's mental health fund. Being that Emmy worked for the government he got assigned to her right away. As a matter of fact, although unbeknownst to Emmy, Miss Tate had used her connections to get clients specifically of Emmy's demographic, Anxious young men with lower self esteem, her specialty it seems. Emmy had gotten a call from Miss Tate only about half an hour earlier, she sounded a bit more harassed than usual and asked him if he could come for their session early today as she had mixed up her scheduling. It was Emmy's day off anyway as Miss Tate well knew and so he couldn't decline her. Emmy wouldn't have anyway, although he did not need the therapy anymore there was something about going to her house and being spoken to by her that made him feel deeply relaxed, their many hypnotherapy sessions had let Emmy grow to trust her and she felt like more of a dear friend now. Although she still insisted on being addressed as 'Miss Tate' It took Emmy about 40 minutes on the tube to get to Miss Tate's home in the outer suburbs. A beautiful mint green bungalow of 60s chic with a few modern amendments like a conservatory and a new garage. It was a cute little house quite the juxtaposition to its owner. Emmy walked up to the huge white door and began to knock. As he did the young man felt an odd sensation, a feeling of vague misgiving as if the unconscious part of his brain were trying to tell him something. It felt disconcerting. It felt like a warning. Before he could ponder further the door swung open and before him stood the beautiful Miss Tate. She was voluptuous to say the least. A tall woman 6 foot and very curvy. Her pale skin was radiant and soft and her lips deepest red and succulent. Her eyes green as emerald and glimmering. Her bountiful ginger hair was cut smart and straight down to her shoulders. She was dressed in tight black pencil skirt and sheer black pantyhose hugging her long legs, smart black pumps on her feet and a super tight white blouse that entirely failed to cover up her cleavage and her black lace bra obvious through the thin white material. She smiled widely at Emmy and sprang out to put an arm behind him and lead him in maternally. "Emmy! it's very good to see you once again. How is my favourite client?" Emmy smiled right back at her, swept up in her intoxicating enthusiasm "Oh i'm just fine Miss Tate, I brought you a small gift I hope it's alright" From behind his back Emmy drew out a small box of speciality chocolates filled with hazelnut praline  Miss Tate took the chocolates off him with glee and squeezed him tight, she stood a full foot taller than him and so he was forced into her breasts somewhat, closing his eyes to maintain her modesty. "Aww Emmy you shouldn't have that so very sweet of you. Come right on in the living room is all set up" She gave him a little kiss on his forehead and the young man went immediately scarlet "Uh hah s-sure will do" Miss Tate signaled forward with her free arm motioning Emmy to go into the living room and sit as he usually did. Today however he caught the odd scent of sawdust and saw a small door at the corner of the room he'd never noticed before. Miss Tate followed him close behind so he asked "That's new, doing some construction?" "It's just finished actually, got it done last night" "You don't mean to say you did it yourself" She laughed warmly "Yes I do mean that. It wasn't so bad it's just a basement refurb and a new door, i'll show you after our session hey?" "A woman of many talents, yes I'd kike to see it im sure you've done a great job as usualy Miss Tate" She smiled at him as they both sat in their respective places. However Emmy noticed at once that his seat was very different. "Umm Miss Tate what is that?" Next to Emmy's usually comfy lay down sofa wad a stark metal and leather medical gurney with odd fastening points along the length and straps hanging down at the sides, the many buckles shining in the morning sun cast through the garden window  "Oh it's just an old gurney from work, I'm giving it to a museum you know, I had this laying in the garage collecting dust, I gave it a good clean, you can have a go later if you like, but for now just sit on the sofa please. Emmy sat down on the plush sofa and let his head relax into the comfy upright back of the chair. Miss Tate sat on the Armchair by his head, looking down at him. From Emmy's point of view he could constantly see an upside down image of Miss Tate's beautiful face obscured by her huge breasts he had always struggled with trying not to stare but she never seemed to notice. Or if she did notice she had never asked him to stop. "Well well Emmy, it's our final session isn't it?" "That's right Miss Tate, I'm ever so grateful for everything you've done for me-" Miss Tate cut in "For everything you've done silly, I can only analyse. Its for the patient to make the changes necessary for recovery" She gave him a faux reproachful grin as they'd been over this before "Yes of course you're right Miss Tate but I wanted to thank you anyway, I'm a whole different person now!" Miss Tate gave him a loving pat on the head as he shone a cute smile up at her. "Well you're most welcome Emmy we'll still see each other after this, me more than you." That didn't quite make sense to Emmy but Miss Tate had always spoken somewhat cryptically. Before Emmy could reply Miss Tate threw her orderly ginger hair back and put on some black rimmed reading glasses, she pulled a clipboard from beneath the Gurney and crossed one pantyhosed leg over the other. Emmy nearly turned his head to look at her body, so close to him, he could hear the swish of her nylon thighs rubbing against each other. "Since it's our last session I think we should try something totally different!" Emmy was confused 'more therapy? Surely not' he had assumed this final session was just going to be a brief check up and maybe a farewell drink. It seemed Miss Tate had other plans. Emmy didn't mind, he would oblige her. "Right o, so what's the plan miss tate" Miss Tate smiled "Well you were originally brought to my attention for severe anxiety and low self esteem with potential of self destructive behaviour, remember?" Emmy grew a bit embarrassed "How could I forget" "Well" Miss Tate went on "Although our sessions have been a great success and by all measurements you are a far more balanced person there's this theoretical illness in Psychology called Derivativeneurosis" She put her hand on Emmy's shoulder comforting him "I'm afraid it's entirely possible you may develop this over the course of the next few years and end up right where you were when you first met me" Emmy was flabbergasted "But I'm better, Miss Tate! I really am!" "I know dear I think so too but don't worry we can test to be certain, that's what we're doing today in fact" "Great, okay let's get started!" Miss Tate peeled a sheet off the clipboard and gave it to Emmy. "Yes I see no reason to delay, I'll just need you to sign this waiver to confirm your consent, just like when we did Hypnotherapy" Emmy hesitated somewhat "A big form? I really ought to read this first…" But Miss Tate pressed him "Oh really Emmy there's no need I INSIST you sign it now, you can always read it later" Emmy felt a weird force overwhelm his thoughts for a moment as if all resistance drained out of him. "Well if you insist Miss Tate, I trust you" "Good boy" said Miss Tate Emmy went scarlet again. He always felt so embarrassed when she called him that it made him feel weirdly warm inside. "Let me explain the test" Emmy nodded and Miss Tats went on "Derivativeneurosis is suspected to occur a lot in young men especially those with prior mental health conditions, given my experience in the Asylum wards I have seen it many times and Indeed I were the first psychologist to identify and name the Illness. I won't go into the details but needless to say many of my peers disagreed with my supposed theory and with my alleviatory practice and so I retired from the asylum rather sooner than I'd have liked. But I digress." Miss Tate looked into the middle distance with a distinct look of memory playing before her eyes. Emmy wondered what could be so bad about her 'alleviatory practice' that her peers would force her to resign, she'd always been great to him, if perhaps a bit touchy. "Anyway the method I devised to test for Derivativeneurosis was based on extreme restraint therapy, basically the subject would be confined and their reaction to their confinement would determine their treatment" Emmy spotted something in that "Hold on, 'determine their treatment' I thought you said the test was to determine whether that had the illness not how to treat it" Miss Tate smiled at him but there was humour in her eyes "Did I say that? Oh well dear don't worry your pretty little head about it, I INSIST." Once again Emmy felt the urge to resist leaving him and he felt suddenly as if he was foolish for having questioned Miss Tate, she obviously knew what she was doing. "I suppose you're right Miss Tate, please go on." "As I was saying, reaction determines treatment and so we need to apply this theory to yourself. Depending on what we see we can go forward from there depending on my assessment. I won't take no for an answer, I INSIST you trust me here for your own good." Emmy hadn't even the faintest glimmer of resistance, she had insisted after all. "Yes of course please let's get started" Miss Tate smiled and stood up, watching as he signed the form and then take it off him. "Very good, please take off your clothes." Her tone suddenly went cold and efficient. Emmy sat up and went scarlet for a third time "My clothes?" Miss Tate didn't stutter "Yes, now." And so a rather confused Emmy found himself undressing in front of his beautiful therapist. He took off his jumper and shirt and looked up to see Miss Tate staring down at his cute flat chest and perky pink nipples "Very smooth" She noted on the clipboard and spoke aloud. She stared back at him and waved her pen at his lower half. "All of it, please" Emmy couldn't even bear to look at her as he peeled off his tights revealing his pink mesh underwear that left little to the imagination, what was worse was he felt himself growing aroused from the fresh air on his body. Miss Tate just looked him up and down like a prized cow. paying particular attention to his butt "Feminine forme, nice" She said once again making notes and speaking aloud as if Emmy wasn't standing right there. "Stay here" She moved to the new door that led to the basement and disappeared. Whilst he was waiting Emmy felt the distinct urge to read that form he had signed. Miss Tate had left the clipboard on, he tried to read it upside down. He was figuring out the title 'Declaration… of… something… transfer… consent… capacity… perpetuity… immutable…' He couldn't make sense of it and was about to move over and read it properly when he heard Miss Tate emerge from the door holding a very odd object indeed. "What is that!?" Miss Tate smiled broadly at him holding a white canvas garment with many buckles in her hands. "This is a medical straitjacket young man" She waltz'd over to him and matched the garment to his torso. "It's exactly your size, what a coincidence" Emmy shivered as the busty woman moved very close to him indeed, her hands resting on his shoulders and with her standing at her considerable height and Emmy sitting her breasts were right in his face, he tried in vain not to look but he couldn't manage it, a quick peek became a gander and a gander a lustful stare, he could feel her warmth and her intoxicating perfume pervaded his lungs "Like what you see dear?" Emmy snapped out of his adolescent stupor and stared up at Miss Tate his cheeks crimson with embarrassment "W-what oh I ummm-" "The straitjacket dear, well made don't you think?" 'Thank goodness' thought Emmy 'she was only talking about the jacket' but then again Emmy was certain he had made it all too obvious, had Miss Tate just let him stare and not comment just to save Emmy's feelings. He supposed she must have, she was very kind and sensitive in that way he knew. Then again he was sitting there in naught but his pants, he was embarrassed enough already. "Umm it's a bit scary isn't it? Won't it hurt? I might get claustrophobic…" "Nonsense dear, speaking from experience patients soon get used to the jacket, it feels like the cosiest blanket ever, really, you might even ask me to keep you in it you'll like it so much" Oh well that didn't sound so bad to Emmy "Huh well that seems fine, yeah lets do it" He replied with a warm smile on his face "Good" Miss tate moved back with the jacket slung over her forearm, she walked behind Emmy and spoke again in a glacial tone of shear authority "On your knees" Emmy complied immediately, he felt strange being ordered like that. He kneeled where he was sitting and rested his perky butt on his feet "Arms up, keep still" Emmy raised his arms and tried in earnest to stay still shivering a tad from the fresh air on his bare body She skillfully fed Emmy's arms into the sleeves "Arms down" Came the order and Emmy followed. Miss Tate then moved behind him and pulled the back of the jacket over the rest of Emmy's torso, she began to cinch up the myriad cords along the back, from bottom to top. With each cord pulled to its maximum Emmy could feel the pressure of the garment building, it wasn't uncomfortable; it felt like a heavy blanket pushing from all sides, the material cool on his skin. Miss tate spoke again "Breathe in dear" Emmy strained a little to compress his chest as Miss Tate began to fasten the buckles that ran across the back and acted as the secondary fastening, as soon as the first of three buckles was strapped and tightened Emmy felt the previous pressure multiplied many times. He was about to speak but just before the words were summoned Miss Tate cinched tight the second buckle and all the air was driven from the lad's lungs "Sorry, were you about to say something?" Although technically a question the mocking tone made it obvious to Emmy that it was rhetorical and he shouldn't complain. Determined to bear with it out of trust for his faithful therapist, Emmy only grunted a little as the last buckles were looped, closed and cinched. Miss Tate leaned over him to grab the the arms of the jacket, as she did Emmy could feel the weight and warmth of her huge breasts on his neck and her sweet warm breath on his head. His erection was near immediate and given the playful mesh underwear there was little he could do to hide it. He tried in vain to lean forward and so block his therapists view but just as soon as he did Miss Tate yanked his arms back through loops at either sides of the jacket torso and cinched the arms together behind him wrapping Emmy in a tightly enforced hug, the effect of the smooth and forceful motion caused Emmy to lean back and rather unfortunately for him compensated but pushing out his hips and accentuating his throbbing bulge. Emmy stared at his bulge in helpless terror hoping againsg hope taht Miss Tate hadnt seen it. But of course she had. "Oh my, you're supposed to relax young man…" Emmy was absolutely mortified so much so he couldn't hear the evil grin in her speech "I-IM SO SO SORRY MISS TATE I UH I DIDNT MEAN TO- I COUL-" Suddenly like a boa coiling around its victim Miss Tate placed a silencing hand over Emmy's mouth and clamped it shut, gentle but firm. Miss tate bowed down behind him and emmy could feel her breath on his ear, she spoke in barely more than a whisper, sultry and passionate "Calm down dear, its quite alright, you're in a new situation with lots of new stimuli yout body might react unpredictably, just relax for me okay?" Emmy only grew harder with the increased closeness, his member now threatening to jump out of his underwear Emmy continued to panic, trying to throw one leg other the other to somehow hide his shame "Ah ah ah" purred Miss Tate in a mocking tone "I we need to secure that too" In an instant Miss Tate stepped back and pushed Emmy forward so that he fell flat on his face into the long sofa in front of him, given that he was on his knees before he know found himself in awkward position with his butt sticking up in the air, before he could move Miss Tate moved over him and sat down on his back straddling him and seizing his movement "Miss Tate! What's going on?!" Miss Tate did not slow down her work, she pulled the two crotch straps from under Emmy's belly and secured them to the fastenings near the backside of the jacket, whilst cinching them as tight as they would go she finally spoke. "Sorry dear I just needed better access so I could get you all nice and secure, its just quicker this way" Emmy could feel the pressure of his boner throbbing against the plush material of the couch it was so inviting it made a tiny animalistic part of him want to hump at it mindlessly just too feel that lusty sensation, he came to gis senses. "I-Im sorry Miss Tate but you're being too rough, I dont like this I don't feel relaxed!" Miss Tate giggled like a schoolgirl "Apology accepted dear. Not to worry once i've got all your therapy gear fitted properly I'll help you feel so, so good okay?" Once again what was worded as a request was clearly not such as Miss Tate went on binding Emmy now by the legs, she drew up his foot til it was flush to his ass and the with wide brown leather belts she fastened his ankle to his thigh and repeated this on his other leg. Emmy was now thoroughly straitjacketed and frogtied. Emmy breathed heavily through the sweet agony of tight bondage, he was speechless "I didn't hear a 'Yes, Miss Tate!'." Said Miss Tate suddenly as she pulled on the crotch straps increasing the delightful squeeze on Emmy's bulge, he whelped and bucked his hips with shock, breathlessly replying "Y-yes Miss Tate!" Miss Tate smiled and released her grip "Gooooood boy~" Happy that Emmy was now utterly secure she moved off from his back and around to the back of the sofa, she pulled him up by his shoulder straps and placed him gently against the sofa, he was utterly exposed with his legs frogtied behind him and his arms locked away behind unyielding canvas, his boner sticking out and stretching the fabric of his underwear. As a final precaution Miss Tate strapped Emmy into some buckles built into the therapy chair, they secured him so that his torso was flush to the back of the chair and his legs were forced into a spread kneeling position. "There we are, my my don't you look nice and snug" Emmy could hardly look at her. He was so embarrassed and so ashamedly horny. "M-miss Tate maybe we ought t-to" Miss Tate swooped down and planted a finger on his lips "Ah ah ah, all that rough and tumble is over now, let's start your therapy shall we?" "Uh umm, I don't know… Said Emmy looking pathetic and exposed Miss Tate leaned down to look into his eyes, exposing her cleavage, knowing that the boy couldn't help but stare "Aww but I think this will really really help dear, just trust me okay?" "Uhhh o-okay" She gave him a quick kiss on the forehead which also forced her breasts into Emmy's face, she could feel his hot ragged breathe and his cock twitch through his underwear against her leg "Good boy, now first things first, let me grab the honey!" Despite the rather desperate position Emmy had gotten himself into that sentence struck him entirely by surprise "Honey?" But Miss Tate did not respond, instead she reached beneath the medical gurney beside her seat and Emmy and withdrew a huge jar of syrupy honey. She pulled out some latex gloves and put them on, opening the jar and dipping her fingers in she scooped out a huge glob of the sickly sweet extract. "Open wide!" "Wha-" As soon as Emmy opened his mouth to ask what was going on, Miss Tate had shoved the honey into his open mouth, his head jerked back with surprise and then found he couldn't move it back as Miss Tate used her other hand on Emmy's forehead to hold him still "Shhhh shhh calm down, it stimulates the salivary glands you know" Emmy could feel her fingers move deftly in his mouth as she expertly coated every surface in thick sticky cloying honey "Try not to swallow okay?" Miss Tate withdrew her hand and scooped up another huge glob of honey, returning to Emmy she found his mouth clamped shut. She look confused "What's wrong dear, this is part of the therapy, don't you want to relax and feel good" Emmy was too clever to respond in words, he shook his head resolutely 'no' "You aren't being a very good boy you know, not a good sign for your continued therapy, we'll work on it" Emmy frowned at her 'continued therapy' what the hell was she talking about, not to mention she kept calling him a good boy, in fact she had been acting more and more possessive as the 'therapy' went on, Emmy got the distinct feeling now was the time to get the hell out of there. But, it was much too late for that now. Emmy realised as such when Miss Tate clamped her fingers down on his nostrils forcing him to choose, suffocate or let her defile his mouth again. He soon lost With q huge gasp of air Emmy opened his mouth for barely a second but it was too slow, Miss Tate rammed her hand in and once again slathered honey all over his mouth. By this time the salivary affect had began working overtime and Emmy felt drool leaking as her hand pulsed in, out and around, finally the tips of his fingers found their way to his throat and he nearly choked as she carefully coated him with honey. She withdrew her hand careful not to hurt him. "There we are dear, you can be a happy drooly boy now during your therapy" "No- stop this stop, I-I'll yell!" Miss Tate gave him an odd look, as if he had greatly disappointed her "You poor stupid boy, you really really need my help, denying therapy before its even properly begun? Classic denial dear. No I wont have it, I am your therapist and I know what's best for you. You stated as much when you signed that bit of paper after all." Emmy's eyes went wide "I what?" Miss Tate grinned at him like a predator standing over her prey "No one ever reads those things, don't worry your pretty little head, mama is gonna look after you from now on, you just have to relax…" As she spoke her final word she undid a button at the top of her strict white blouse and exposed the flesh of her cleavage, she moved over Emmy kneeling over him and hugging his face so that her breasts were forced into his face. Emmy groaned pleasurably trapped in between her cleavage, she was so so warm, he could feel her heartbeat and was intoxicated by her scent, he could barely breathe and the honey in his mouth made him drool involuntarily. What Emmy couldn't see as his head was jammed between a soft and a softer place was Miss Tate reach surreptitiously over to the gurney and withdraw a huge black ring gag nearly the size of her fist. She moved back over to Emmy and prepared to pounce. "Feeling a bit better now sweetie" Emmy moaned loudly "Nhhhhh-" In the middle of his wail Miss Tats drew back and shoved the huge rubber coated ring deep into his mouth and behind his teeth, the extra saliva made it easy and Emmy was too shocked to put up any resistance, before he could even begin to struggle the ring was in place and strapped tightly around his head. "Nhh whhuu!?" Emmy tried to ask whilst saliva fell in large beads down his chin and onto his straitjacket "Shhh dont worry dear, now comes the fun bit" She moved off of Emmy and pulled her chair over so that she could sit beside him parallel to his middle, she reached beneath the therapy chair and withdrew a huge bottle of clear lube, she took off her honeh slathered gloves and replaced them with fresh ones. She squeezed the plunger once, twice, three times four times, each time looking dead into Emmy's eyes making sure he knew what was about to happen. "That's right sweetie, i'm gonna make you feel so so good, I've been working on my technique, just for you" She wrapped her gloved hand around his throbbing member and stroked gently as she let lube soak into his underwear. She craved his little reactions and desperate moans as drool leak stupidly from his captive mouth, her own dumb little boytoy. "Ahhhouuughhh" She knew it felt good to him but she was deliberate in not gripping hard enough nor stroking deep enough for full on pleasure, she had been waiting for this for years now, Emmy deserved more than a bit of teasing. "Awww does that feel nice sweetie, you like it when I stroke you like this" Miss Tate made a mockery of stroking him properly now just barely touching his dick over his underwear, Emmy unthinkingly tried to raise his hips to get closer to her hand but she drew away always just barely out of reach "Aww if you want more sweetie you'll have to ask nicely" Emmy was silent other that the slight patter of heavy breathing  "You know Emmy this session could last a very very long time if you don't work with me" She teased him ever more now, letting her fingers play about the head of his bulge, his body didn't lie, the boy was clearly desperate for her touch. She waited for his surrender and there it was "Plshhhplshhhtuuchhmhhhhhh" Miss Tate smiled broadly at the desperate mess of a young man beneath her touch, his eyes watery and his lips glistening with drool as he begged her to touch him "GOOOOOD BOY" Said Miss Tate gleefully as she pulled down Emmy's underwear and sank her hand down the length of Emmy's shaft Up and down, up and down, she'd not been going for long when emmy felt himself at the climax when-  Up and… Miss Tate stopped suddenly and locked eyes with him as drool trickled down to his chest "Not just yet dear, I want you to go crazy for me okay?" Emmy didn't know what she meant and looked at her in shock as she undid the remaining buttons of her tight white blouse revealing her huge double d breasts covered by a shiny black lace bra. Emmy grew even more excited as he failed not to stare. "Hehehe you've always loved to stare at these huh, don't think I didn't know, you couldn't have made it more obvious" She squeezed her breasts together with her hands and bounced them playfully watching Emmy stare and throb helplessly "Awww poor baby? Want to touch?" Emmy had let sense fall away and nodded desperately "Hmmm well i'm not letting you out if thats what you're thinking, no I have a much better idea!" Miss Tate suddenly moved off her armchair and kneeled on the ground, her torso hovering over Emmy's waist, suddenly she lowered herself and forced Emmy's dick through the tight gap of her cleavage behind her bra. The skin was so soft and smooth and with the added lubrication Emmy felt overwhelmed in an instant, he threw his head back qs he teetered on the edge of cumming and then… Nothing… Emmy looked back to Miss Tate wild eyed and confused She laughed at him cruelly "Ahaha you poor thing did you just try to cum hmm? Sorry little angel but that's no longer on the cards im afraid" She grabbed her breasts and began to massage his dick between them, jolts of pleasure coursed through Emmy's body as he threw hisbhead side to side and tried desperately to thrust into the tight space trying to cum "See dear you get to feel all the sensation and none of the relief… it's not just honey I put in your mouth you know, you wouldn't believe how many drugs block orgasms…" She went on pleasuring this time adding a stroking movement as she lifted her heavy set up and down Emmy's body pulsed with electricity and he screamed through his ring gag, spit flying out his mouth "LHHHMMMHHCHHMM!!!!" Miss Tate didn't even look at him "No" She continued to massage him with superb skill ignoring his desperate pleas to cum Over and over and over Emmy was shoved to the brink of release and held there for much too long, aching to cum, but no relief ever came Miss Tate had made sure of it, minutes soon turned to an hour and a Emmy was reduced to an incomprehensible mess covered in sweat and drool, his eyes lolled about his head failing to focus on anything as the tide of overstimulation made his other senses fail. Miss Tate too was far messier, her breasts and upper chest covered with precum. She had taken momentary breaks to apply more lube every few minutes it seemed she was about to do so again and the captive boy was thankful for even the momentary relief from the sweet hellish torture. 'KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK' Suddenly- three sharp knocks at the door broke into the microcosm Miss Tate Stood up at once and placed both her hands over Emmy's mouth clamping it shut and quiet. "Hllpp…" Came the desperate plea barely louder than a whisper Miss Tate addressed the visitors "Hello, who is it?" A short pause and a clear authoritative voice replied "Hello Miss Tate it's the Police, we've had some noise complaints, is everything alright" Miss Tate couldn't help but smile "Naughty boy, you'll get an extra punishment for this…" She whispered into Emmy's Ear, she turned her head back toward the door and spoke aloud "Just a moment please I need to get dressed!" The voice replied cordially "Of course please take your time ma'am, we aren't going anywhere" Miss Tate took the man at his word, they wouldn't give up til the matter was resolved, very well she thought, the police couldn't enter a premises unless invited In and she knew just the right ways to make nosy officers leave her be. She moved back down to Emmy and whispered into his ear "Looks like we have to postpone this session, such a shame it felt like we were making real progress there" She bit his ear playfully and grinned at the muffled squeak that came from her twinky captive "We have to get you properly stashed away, wouldn't want those mean men to take you away from mama would you?" Emmy moved his head back to look up into Miss Tate's face. Although thoroughly silenced, the look in his tearful eyes said to her that he wanted nothing more than to escape this place. Miss Tate looked at him curiously, she smiled and kissed him on the forehead. "You won't be saying that in a few weeks dear I'll break you down so much you'll be begging for my mere touch, a cute little edgetoy unaware of anything or anyone but me. But that's for later, time to get you stashed away safe and out of sight!" She paused briefly "Now be quiet, I INSIST" Suddenly Emmy felt the compulsion to stay utterly silent as natural as hunger or thirst, he needed to stay quiet, so as Miss Tate released her grip on his mouth although logically he wanted to scream for help from the officers behind the door mere metres from the living room he was compelled to remain quiet, whilst Miss Tate busied herself undoing the chair straps, she lifted Emmy easily and cradled the young man in her arms "Hmmm now where to hide you?" -To be continued-