Amy the Physical Therapist

Yes sir, Peter sure had torn up his right arm in that accident. Oh, no broken bones, thank you. But muscles and tendons and... well, it required surgery. And after that, Peter had to go in for physical therapy, "if," said the doctor, "you want to regain full use of your arm."

It was all covered by Peter's health insurance, so it was fine. And Peter found a therapist nearby, at that little physical therapy place on the highway, just outside of town. Peter had always noticed that joint, vaguely run down, and had wondered if it was on the up and up. But it was close, and it was convenient. So Peter made an appointment.

When Peter arrived for his appointment he met the physical therapist, a young woman named Amy. And what a woman! A touch past thirty, he would guess. Short dark hair, wide set brown eyes, pretty. And big! Tall, close on six feet, big boned, curvaceous but muscular. Peter especially noticed Amy's huge hands, smooth backed with a hint of veins here and there, huge hands, more than four and a half inches wide across the knuckles, and Peter would guess Amy's hands were more than nine inches long from wrist to tip of her middle finger.

Gigantic hands! And strong too: as Amy explained in introducing herself, "Yep, I grew up on a farm, and I grew up working out in the fields right alongside my brothers." Amy was a big tall sturdy strong farmgirl with huge strong hands. All the better to do physical therapy on you with!

Peter got a further surprise when Amy was putting him through repetitions of a certain motion with his right arm, and in spite of himself he let loose with a cry of pain. Peter cried out, and all of a sudden he found Amy's big warm soft strong huge right hand clamped tight over his mouth. Amy clamped her gigantic hand steel-spring firm over Peter's mouth, and she held his mouth tight in the palm of her hand for several seconds.

"There, we don't need you yelling," explained Amy before she took her hand away from Peter's mouth.

But before the end of his half hour appointment Peter grunted in pain again, this time when Amy was manipulating Peter's arm in her big strong farmgirl arms, moving Peter's arm in a way it didn't want to go.

"Arrrrggghhh-- mmmmmmmmmhhh! Mmmmmmhh, hmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmm!" For a second time in less than half an hour, Peter found Amy's mammoth smooth soft strong hand fastened over his mouth, muffling his cry into an inarticulate stifled moan. This time Amy silently kept her hand squeezed hard over Peter's mouth for nearly ten seconds before she let him go.

Afterwards, when Peter was setting up his next appointment, he was already thinking to himself that next time he would have to goad Amy into holding his mouth again. Because it really turned Peter on, to have Amy's XXL-sized farmgirl hand gripped tight over his mouth. It reminded him of the older neighbor girl, years ago, who used to catch him and hold him prisoner in the weeds out back of the gas station, holding him there with her big strong hand kept clamped tight over his mouth so he couldn't yell for help.

That always used to be a real thrill, getting that neighbor girl to hold him captive, handgagged, out back behind the station. Now Peter felt the spit going thick in his mouth as he anticipated the thrill of goading Amy into handgagging him again next time.

When Peter showed up for his second appointment, he wasn't five minutes into his therapy when he purposely let loose with a grunting gasp. And sure enough, therapist Amy instantly clapped her huge beautiful warm strong hand down tightly over Peter's mouth, and she squeezed tight on his mouth and jaw and lower face, and... "Mmmmmmmhhh!! Mmmmmm, hmmmmmhhh..." Peter found himself making muffled noises from behind Amy's big powerful mouth holding hand, as his entire frame was filled with excitement at the experience of having Amy's hand clamped tight over his mouth right now.

"No," said Amy, "you can do it without yelling. Just you quiet down now." And she kept her huge strong farmgirl hand fastened hard over Peter's mouth for at least ten seconds before she let him go.

Again, several minutes later, Peter deliberately gave a sharp groan at moving his arm out that-a-way, and immediately he was rewarded with the turn-on of finding Amy's mammoth soft warm smooth hand clamped very, very firmly over his mouth and nose and all of his face between his eyes and his jaw. What a tremendous rush! Imprisoned in a tight living face-mask of muscle and bone, Peter decided to make noises and see if he could goad Amy into...

"Mmmmmmmmmhhh, hmmmmmm mmmmm hmmmmmmmm.... Mmmmh, mmmm HHHMMMMMHHH! Hmmmmm MMMMMMMMMMH!!" Peter could breathe through his nostrils from behind Amy's imprisoning hand only with difficulty, and the unintelligible noises he was making were considerably muffled and silenced beneath the firm tight grip of Amy's hand covering all the lower half of his face.

At last, after mmmmphing a while, Peter fell silent. He could now hear his meager breath forced slowly in and out, in and out, through Amy's huge strong womanly nigh-smothering hand: "hhhhhhhhhh... pppphhhhhhh..... hhhhhhhhh, hhhh, hhhhhhh.... ppppp'thhhhhhhh..." It wasn't easy to breathe.

"There now," said Amy, "if I let you go, will you behave?" Peter nodded his head, as well as he could in the tight facemask-grip of Amy's large soft strong hand. Then Amy let him go, after holding Peter's mouth for more than twenty seconds.

And a third time, near the end of the half hour appointment, Peter made a surprised gasping noise as Amy was manipulating his arm, trying to move it what felt like the wrong way. "Unnnnhh, ahhhh--mmmmmmmmhhh! Mmmmmmmh, mmmmmmmhhh!!"

This time Amy squeezed Peter's head tight between her hands, her huge right hand clamped hard over Peter's mouth and cheeks and jaw and the lower part of his face, tight, and her huge left hand gripped hard over the back of Peter's head and neck. And Amy kept her mammoth big strong powerful hands pressed together super hard on Peter's head as if she had his head clamped tight in a vise, so hard and tight that Peter couldn't even move his jaw beneath Amy's tight immobilizing mouth hold.

And Amy just kept holding Peter's mouth, she just kept holding his head pressed forcefully between her huge soft strong hands, and she didn't say a word, and she didn't let go, and she just kept on and on and on holding Peter's mouth shut tight. His nostrils were mashed down against the edge of her hand too, with her thumb resting loosely across the bridge of his nose, so Peter wasn't breathing very well either. And this time Amy kept on holding Peter's mouth tight for a good two minutes, before she said, "Well, I guess that's enough for today," and then she finally took her hands away from the tight squeezehold in which she had been silencing Peter's mouth and immobilizing his head in her tight vise hold.

Peter's head was spinning, he felt as though he was high on something, he couldn't believe how easy it was to goad this physical therapist Amy into holding his mouth! Three times in a half hour appointment! Peter eagerly set up another appointment, and all week he found himself dreaming of how he could get Amy to handgag him again, with her beautiful gigantic smooth powerful farmgirl hands... It wouldn't be hard, that's for sure!

It got so that every time Peter showed up for another physical therapy session, he would succeed in goading Amy into holding his mouth with her huge hand, twice, three times, even four times in a single half hour session. She seemed to take it for granted as a way of shutting him up any time he made any untoward noises during his therapy. And Peter learned that if he made noises about five minutes before the end of the half hour, Amy would put him in a tight mouth hold and not let him go until the end of the half hour. So they got in the practice of ending every half hour with a good long tight five minute handgag. Oh, how it turned Peter on to have Amy mouth-holding him tight for five minutes straight!

It took a long while, and many sessions of physical therapy, before Peter's arm got better. But his health insurance was covering it, so so what? Finally there came the magic session, and Peter only felt regret that it might be his last, when he cried out about ten minutes into the session, and Amy clamped both of her huge strong soft warm hands tight over Peter's mouth, one hand over the other over his mouth, and Amy kept Peter's mouth imprisoned tight in the strong grasp of her gigantic sexy womanly warm strong hands tight, keeping Peter's mouth held tight with her hands clamped tight over his mouth, oh!, and Amy wouldn't let him go, Amy just kept holding onto Peter's mouth tight with both her hands clamped tight, for the entire rest of the session, twenty minutes nonstop!

Oh, Peter's heart was pounding, the inside of his mouth went bone dry, he was drunk with the excitement, the endless turn-on of Amy's firm warm tight twenty minute handgag! He didn't want it to end, he wanted Amy to keep on holding his mouth tight in her hands forever and ever!!

Afterwards Peter tried to schedule his next appointment with Amy, and his heart sank when she said, "Oh, I think your arm is fine now, I don't think you need any more therapy on your arm."

But Peter brightened up considerably when Amy continued, "But your insurance will keep on paying for some time to come, so if you'd like to set up an appointment for next Thursday... I think you still need me to do a lot more physical therapy on your mouth!"

Next Thursday... Peter was filled with excitement and anticipation all that week. Next Thursday... that was the day when Peter walked into Amy's vaguely run down physical therapy center just out of town there on the highway.... and without even a prefatory word, Amy jumped him, and she clamped her huge soft warm strong farmgirl hand tight over his mouth, tighter than steel, and for an entire half hour without let-up Amy kept holding her gigantic warm strong hand tight over Peter's mouth, like a tight living steel mask, and Peter squirmed and struggled and mmmmmphed and reached up and tried to tug Amy's large powerful hand off his mouth, only he just couldn't, she was too strong for him, and Peter jerked around in Amy's arms, he mmmmphed beneath her tight strong mouth holding hand, and sometimes he just lay there in her arms, exhausted, handgagged. And Amy kept on holding Peter's mouth tight for the entire half hour, and she wouldn't let him go....

And Peter kept coming to Amy for weeks and months to come, as long as his insurance held out, he kept coming to her for "physical therapy" sessions where she held her hand over his mouth for half an hour straight and she wouldn't let him go no matter how he mmmmmphed and struggled, she kept holding him with her hand clamped tight over his mouth and Amy wouldn't let Peter go no matter what.