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(I've finished writing the story just in time for Valentine. So, enjoy reading.)Polly's Playful Valentine

Written by YamaguchiShunDr. Laura slipped her key into the apartment door with a tired sigh, rolling her shoulders as she stepped inside. It had been a long shift with too many patients. She paused when she noticed the lights were already on.

A faint orange glow flickered down the hallway. “The fireplace?” she murmured, eyebrows lifting.

“Polly…?”

Laura slipped off her shoes and walked toward the room where she and Polly jokingly called the “cast room.” The door stood slightly ajar.

Inside, the fire crackled softly against one wall, sending shadows dancing across rows of mounted plaster casts, old ones signed with doodles, dates, and memories. Some were full legs, some short arms, some experimental orthopedic pieces from Laura’s practice or playful projects they’d shared in private moments.

Laura pushed the door open fully and froze.

Polly sat in the middle of the room on a sturdy wooden chair. She was completely wrapped in red ribbon.

“…Oh my god,” Laura said, then blinked again.

Polly looked up immediately, cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

“Laura! You’re early!”

Polly was almost naked and her arms were wrapped tightly around her own torso in what might have been intended as a hug but now looked more like desperate self-restraint. Crimson satin ribbon, the kind that came on expensive chocolate boxes, crisscrossed her body in an amateurish but determined harness. Loops went over her shoulders, under her breasts, around her ribcage, then down to cinch her already immobilized legs even more snugly against the chair legs. The ribbon was knotted in at least six places Laura could see immediately, and several of those knots were visibly sloppy, as though tied one-handed in mounting panic.

Her legs were encased in double long leg plaster casts, thick white cylinders running from toes to high thigh, the knees locked straight inside the rigid structure. The casts were carefully finished, smooth and matte, round ridges around thigh area and toes openings revealing only a hint of her skin. They rested awkwardly against the chair, on the floor.

Laura tilted her head. “…You tied yourself up.”

“Yes,” Polly squeezed her eyes shut.

Then Laura burst into laughter. Not cruel laughter but warm, uncontrollable amusement that filled the room.

Polly groaned louder. “I knew it. I knew you were going to laugh.”

“How could I not?” Laura wiped a tear from the corner of her eye. “You look like a Valentine’s present that assembled itself wrong.”

“I thought—” Polly’s flush deepened to something almost maroon. “I thought it would be… sexy? Like, you come home, I’m all helpless with the casts and the ribbons and you get to… you know… unwrap me. But the knots—” She jerked her chin toward her right wrist, where the ribbon had somehow managed to loop around itself in a hopeless granny knot. “I couldn’t reach the last one. And then I panicked a little and pulled too hard and it just… got worse.”

“So… you’re stuck.”

“Yes.”

“And you called no one.”

“I was waiting for you!”

Laura hummed thoughtfully.

“…So you’ll untie me?” Polly looked hopeful.

Laura leaned closer, studying her face. Then she slowly sat down on a nearby stool instead.

“No.”

“…No?” Polly blinked.

Laura smiled, mischievous and warm. “You went through all this effort. I want to appreciate the presentation first.”

“Laura!”

“What? You said it was a surprise.”

Polly squirmed and the ribbon tightened slightly as she moved, reminding her immediately of how trapped she was. The rigid casts prevented her from pushing up or shifting her legs for leverage.

“You’re evil,” Polly muttered.

“I learned from Lena,” Laura said dryly, then softened. “Relax. You’re safe.”

She reached forward, gently tapping the smooth plaster surface of Polly’s cast.

“They look good,” she said sincerely. Polly’s cheeks flushed again.

“That’s not helping.”

Laura leaned back, and stripped her clothes revealing a very sexy crimson lingerie.

Then, her fingers moved carefully along the ribbon, finally finding the knot.

“There we go,” she murmured.

The tension loosened.

Polly felt the ribbon slip away from her arms, the pressure easing as her hands came free. She inhaled sharply, flexing her fingers.

“Finally,” she said, half laughing, half relieved.

She barely had time to move.

Laura gently guided her wrists behind her back again.

“Laura?”

Before Polly could protest, the ribbon slid back around her wrists, firm but precise. Laura’s movements were confident with deliberate care rather than haste.

The knot tightened.

Polly blinked.

“I was free for one second.”

Laura’s lips curved into a teasing smile.

“Yes,” she said calmly. “I wanted to see your expression.”

Polly stared at her in disbelief.

“You’re unbelievable.”

“And you’re still very much my patient,” Laura replied lightly.

She stepped away briefly and returned with something in her hands. A thick plastic neckbrace. Polly’s eyes widened slightly as Laura positioned herself in front of her again.

“Laura…”

“Stay still.”

The brace settled against Polly’s collarbones, cool against her skin. Laura adjusted it professionally and lifting Polly’s chin slightly, aligning her head, then fastening the velcro straps firmly at the back. The brace locked

Polly’s head upright, restricting any tilt or turn. Her gaze now faced forward, steady and unavoidable.

“There,” Laura said, stepping back to evaluate. “Neutral cervical alignment.”

Polly swallowed.

“You’re enjoying this too much.”

Laura pulled one end of the ribbon, which ran between Polly’s breasts, down her body all the way and ran through her cleft, sending a shocking sensation throughout her body.

“No, Polly. The fun is just beginning.”*********************************THE END?