The Doctor is In
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by: The Tickler
Well summer is the season of re-runs so I thought I would repost this
oldie but goodie. As I have mentioned in previous posts, I am male,
but collaborate with my female co-author to bring you tickle erotica
stories from the female point of view. Comments can of course be
posted or sent by e-mail to theti...@aol.com. Happy reading!
Jake
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published in written form without express written permission of the
authors. It contains some explicit subject matter and may not be
appropriate for minors. So hit n now if your under the age of consent.
And now back to our program...
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My usual route brought me back to good old Chicago, and memories of my
"magical" night with Jake. He had probed nearly every ticklish nerve
of my body and I still had wild erotic dreams about it. I was hoping
my friend Betsy would be able to arrange another meeting; I hadn't
seen her for over a year. She is really a hot lady, and I missed her
so! I checked in at the crew hotel, and decided to call her.
Betsy was doing well and told me that she had missed me also. "Jake
never stops talking about you Michelle, and I'm sure he would love to
see you," she said. "I think he even has a few new ideas to try on
you," she giggled.
"Like what?" I asked sarcastically, not really expecting an answer. As
expected, she wouldn't give me any details, but told me that I would
love the experience.
"Oh no! I am not going to let Jake tickle ME again! I just about lost
it that night!" I started speaking in a demanding tone, but as I
finished, I was chuckling. After all, it was a great scene, and the
drama was really well done. But I really wanted to see Betsy, and I
was bubbling with excitement, wondering what she had planned for
tonight.
I met Betsy at her new apartment. She had moved up in the world. No
longer living above the old movie house, she now lived on "Pill Hill",
a section of Chicago named for the abundance of doctors' offices and
residences in the area. We shared some laughs and a few glasses of
wine, and I was starting to feel very relaxed and comfortable. I
half-heartedly expected Jake to jump out of a closet like Superman or
something and attempt a rape fantasy.
"So what's up for tonight?" I chided.
"You'll see," she replied.
I was feeling a little light-headed; I excused myself to powder my
nose..... several glasses of wine can make a girl a little giddy, you
know. I returned and sat back down next to Betsy on her leather sofa.
She started to look at me rather strangely, or rather, she looked a
little strange! Like she was going in and out of focus!
"What's the matter?" I asked. "What's going on?"
"It looks like your nose is bleeding, Michelle," she replied with some
urgency. And brought a hanky up to my nose.
As she wiped my nose I was overcome with a strange sense of deja vu.
They say that the sense of smell is one of the most powerful memory
triggers. And this one brought me back to memories of Mistress Sylvia.
And chloroform!
I came to rather groggily. It must've been 45 minutes to an hour
later. As I looked around and tried to focus my eyes, I found myself
in a doctor's examination room stretched out on the exam table. My
wrists were bound together with surgical tape and taped above my head
to the table. A similar tape job had been done to bind my ankles
together again at mid-calf and again at the knees. Leather straps
attached to the examination table held down my chest above and below
my ample bosom and my hips just below my waistline. The lingering
effects of the chloroform (and the Mickey Betsy slipped me in that
wine) made me feel rather paralyzed by my bondage. Truth was, I could
barely move at all. And it was rather cold, especially with only my
bra, panties, garters and sheer black nylons to protect me.
Betsy strolled in wearing green surgical scrubs. She rubbed a cold
compress on my forehead and face.
"Glad to see we're feeling better," she said as she dried my now cool
face.
I felt refreshed and my mind was beginning to clear. "Yes, but", was
all I managed before she cut me off.
"Don't worry the doctor will be with you shortly," she said wryly and
gave me a wink.
It may have seemed that I was playing along, but I was so miffed by my
surroundings that I was still incoherent.
Betsy stepped over to a small metal table on wheels that was covered
with blue linens. She pulled out one of the drawers and removed
several different types of scalpels, some clamps and other surgical
instruments and laid them on the table. What the heck?, I thought to
myself. She then bent down and opened a doctor's leather bag and began
removing some other assorted items. Several varying length cotton
swabs, Q-tips, toothbrushes, artist paintbrushes, and a large variety
of <gulp> FEATHERS!!
"Oh no, Betsy," I muttered, "not another tickling session."
She turned and grinned widely. "Oh I almost forgot," she said
matter-of-factly, and placed a six-inch piece of surgical tape over my
mouth. "Doctor's orders!" she giggled.
After she finished her preparations, Betsy brought "Dr." Jake in. He
was much as I remembered him, a tall, imposing character with a well
chiseled body and chin. He looked very professional in the scrubs and
surgical cap he was wearing. He even had a stethoscope hung round his
neck to complete the fantasy.
"Ah, yes, nurse," Jake said, "How is the patient doing?"
Betsy and I exchanged glances.
"I dunno Dr. Jake," she replied "it looks serious!"
"Indeed," he stated, remaining in character. "If she doesn't improve
we may need to operate."
My thoughts raced to the scalpels and other surgical tools Betsy had
laid out. No, I thought wildly to myself, they wouldn't. Would they?
"And how are we feeling, Michelle?" the doctor asked.
"Mmmmmm...mmmmm.mmmm," was all I could manage through the tape.
"There there," Jake said, "just relax."
My blood was boiling with anticipation. And I guess I was a little
pissed! This was not the lasagne dinner Betsy had promised me!
Jake placed the ice cold stethoscope on my chest. "Hmmm...well let's
have a look," he said.
Betsy handed Jake a fluffy pink feather. My eyes widened. I longed to
cry out, but knew it would be futile. He began his "examination" by
twirling the feather around each of my ears and along my neck. God did
it tickle!!!
I started to panic a little...and giggle through my gag. "Hee hee
mmm.."
Jake continued to expertly work the feather around my face and neck.
Delving into the crevices along my collarbone.
"Mmmm...mmm...mmmm...hee hee!" I feebly reacted.
"No question nurse," Jake began, "we've got to operate. Scalpel!"
As the last muffled giggles made their way through my gag, I
immediately froze. Betsy handed Jake a gleaming scalpel. I closed my
eyes.
"Better crack the chest," Jake said authoritatively. I continued with
my eyes shut and lying deadly still. I felt the cold steel of the
knife at my sternum. I wanted to panic, but couldn't move. They
wouldn't! Was he crazy? What had I gotten myself into. Ooooooh the
cold of that knife! Was this some kind of revenge for Lorena Bobbitt?
As the last thoughts raced through my head, Jake slid the scalpel
underneath the front of my bra and with a twist of his wrist cut
through it releasing my breasts to the cool air.
"There we have it nurse, first incision successful," Jake cackled.
I let out a deep breath. They weren't crazy after all. Not yet,
anyway.
Jake grabbed a long fluffy ostrich feather from the table. Very full
and very long. After the scalpel mind-fuck, I was not prepared for
this. Jake took the feather and began teasing my breasts with it.
Nerves jumped all over my body and I giggled compulsively. My breasts
were so sensitive.
"Thank you nurse," Jake said as Betsy handed him a stiff eagle
feather. With that he continued teasing my breasts with the ostrich
feather while using his other hand and the eagle feather to tickle my
underarms. God, no! I couldn't believe this was happening! And no
escape!
"Mop mease he he hee...it mickles," I said in vain.
"Believe me I know it does," Dr. Jake replied, "and this operation's
only just begun."
Jake continued with his torture, tickling my breasts and my hard
nipples, alternately attacking my pits with the eagle feather. I was
losing my breath fast, but Jake knew how to slow it down just enough
for me to recover before tickling even harder again. He switched to
tease the delicate undersides of my helpless breasts with the eagle
feather. He stroked gently back and forth. It was driving me insane.
God it tickled so much. He really WAS an expert at this.
"MMMmmmm...hee hee hee....mmmmm," I blurted.
He dropped the ostrich feather and with his free hand went to work on
my stomach, pinching and tickling, running his nimble surgeon's hands
along my ribs. I was laughing so hard that I was getting breathless
and flushed. When Betsy removed the tape over my mouth it was like a
gusher being released.
"HA HA HA HA...please no more......stop.....hee hee...nooooooooo!" I
pleaded.
"Now now Don't get overly excited," Jake replied. "Nurse you better
help me here," he directed at Betsy who picked up an eagle feather of
her own and went to work on my navel. At this point Jake had both
hands tickling up and down my ribs. I was convulsing and laughing and
straining against my bonds. Betsy plunged the feather deep into my
"innie" with swirling motions.
I was laughing so hard now I thought I might pee my pants. Jake's
fingers really knew how to work my body over. Every touch sent a
tickling sensation through my body and my laughter was just
compounding my troubles. At one point I felt on the verge of passing
out, and the "operation" paused if only to let me catch my breath.
"Please...no more," I tried to say with hurried breaths preparing for
the next tickling onslaught. "I'm so ticklish....won't you please
stop?"
"Oh it will be over soon, but not quite yet," he chided and danced his
fingers along my ribs.
"Betsy! I going to get you for this!" I screamed and chortled at the
same time.
"But now," Jake continued, "we must make another incision" As he said
these words he grabbed a wheelchair from the corner and slid it around
to the end of the table. Simultaneously Betsy moved the "surgical"
instruments to the end as well. She depressed a floor pedal that
lowered the examination table. Utter panic and excitement rippled
through my body. Though I had an idea of what was to come next, I
still didn't anticipate the degree of the torture that was in store
for me now.
The brief pause in the action gave me a chance to realize that my
pussy was wet. This tickling had really gotten me excited and horny.
But then my thoughts turned back to the situation at hand. There I was
completely helpless, unable to move and there at the other end of the
table sat a Master Tickler with my feet staring him right in the face.
"Now then," he said with a wry smile.
"Please, doctor, no, I beg you PLEASE," I replied. (Doctor? I called
him DOCTOR?)
He winked and pulled a scalpel from the table. He took the dull end
and ran several long strokes up my helpless soles.
"Hee hee hee...oh no...he hee hee," I huffed.
He used it to cut my nylons away, exposing my bare feet. My helpless
bare feet. My helpless extremely ticklish bare feet. Pink nail polish
and all.
"Oh no please...doctor...really...I feel better already," I pleaded.
This seemed only to excite Jake more and he pulled a toothbrush from
the table. When its cool bristles hit my toes I truly thought it might
be the end of me.
"NOOOOOOO!" I screamed, "Please not the feet, not the feet..."
But before I could get another word out he was in high gear. A brush
in each hand, he worked my soles and toes. I was in complete hysterics
as he danced the brushes along my squirming wiggling feet, alternately
using the hard end of the brush to stroke my soles.
"Now we're getting somewhere," he chuckled and proceeded to go at both
soles simultaneously with his adept fingers. Every nerve in my body
was trembling. Despite my bondage my soles were flailing in there best
attempts to escape the doctors tickling fingers.
"HA HA HA HA HA...Oh God.....please....stop......not my feet...they
tickle so much," I continued to plead in and around the fits of sheer
laughter.
"Cootchy kitchy coo!" Jake laughed.
After several minutes of this sheer torture Jake looked up at Betsy
with a perplexed look. She had been observing and passing Jake
different torture devices, Q-tips and the like. "Nurse,we have to do
something this patient just will not remain still," Jake continued.
"I know just the thing Doctor," Betsy said. She reached into one of
the table drawers and removed a long, flat cream-colored rubber strip.
It was one of those tourniquet things that nurses use to make your
veins stand out when they draw blood.
"That'll do just fine, nurse," Jake replied. With that Betsy took the
strip and wrapped it around both of my big toes, tying them together.
Then she took the other end and tied it to the tape binding my legs at
mid-calf. In effect it pulled my toes back, making my soles taut and
vulnerable.
"Oh no, please, no!" I cried.
Once the device was secure Betsy ran her long nails along my soles.
Shrieks of laughter emerged from my mouth. "Yes, that's it doctor,"
she laughed.
Jake took full advantage of my now stretched soles. Probing them with
all of his instruments. Tickling up and down across my arches and
heels. Up and around the ball of my foot and base of my toes.
He continued on this way for close to 30 minutes tickling and
scratching using feathers and brushes, toothbrushes, his tongue, and
of course his fingers. I was laughing so hard I could hardly protest.
And he seemed to be enjoying himself.
"Please, hee hee hee....HA HA HA HA," I begged. And at this point he
gave me a slight break. Betsy wiped his brow. Tickling was hard work.
"I have an idea", he said. "A revolutionary treatment that may help,"
he beamed.
He rose and went over to the desk, and reached in Betsy's purse. He
removed something and went over to the sink. Was he washing something?
As he stood there I observed that a very large tent had developed in
his scrub pants. He was enjoying himself it seemed!! He walked back to
my feet.
"Now then, let's see if this helps," he chuckled and held his latest
torture instrument up for my examination. A mascara brush!!
As I looked at him wild-eyed and dumbfounded he plunged the mascara
brush in and out between my toes. Swirling it in his fingers while
moving it back and forth between each set of toes.
"AAAHHH...hee hee hee...oh my god...hee hee hee...no...hee hee
hee...no...hee ehee ha ha ha," was my only response. I can not explain
in any words this tickling sensation. It was almost too much to bear.
Tears were streaming down my face. Through them I saw Betsy observing,
feeling my pleasure and pain. My laughs continued to fill the room.
"Doctor?," Betsy queried, "this patient is hysterical, I think it's
time for the hypodermic".
With those words he abruptly stopped....leaned over to meet her
questioning gaze. "Yes, nurse...you are quite correct," Jake replied
with a wink.
"Oh god. No needles", I thought. Giggles were still emerging from my
mouth. I couldn't hold them back.
Betsy set my toes free and I flexed them. She then produced another
leather strap to hold down my knees while cutting the tape binding
them and my calves. Jake stood up.
"Nurse, please prepare the needle," Jake said dropping his pants and
revealing a 8 inch rock hard cock, "we've got to hurry."
Betsy eyed Jake and his member lovingly. It was clear they had become
very close. She reached into a drawer and pulled out a tube of KY
jelly. She grabbed an eagle feather from the table.
"Uh oh", I thought to myself. What could all this mean. Betsy squeezed
a sizable portion of the jelly into her right hand. She gently began
to lube Jake's cock with it. He groaned with delight. Her fingers
massaged the full length of his member, covering it in KY. As she
continued to stroke him, she used the eagle feather to again torture
my toes and soles.
"HA HA HA...hee hee...no...no more feet!...Hee hee," I gasped.
Jake groaned again. I lifted my head to watch the scene. As Betsy
continued to feather my toes it became clear. Jake was getting as much
enjoyment from each deft stroke as he was from every laugh, giggle and
snort that came from me. Betsy continued relentlessly.
"HA HA HA...hee hee...no...no more !...Hee hee," I giggled, all the
time not taking my eyes off Jake's "scalpel."
"Is it time, doctor?" Betsy asked as she continued to stroke Jake's
cock. Her right thumb was caressing the tender underside of his head
while her remaining fingers gripped his shaft.
"Almost ,nurse," Jake forced out, "better administer the anesthetic!"
With that he leaned forward and Betsy forced his cock in between my
feet. She looked at me lovingly. This was an unspoken request from her
master and she needed my help. Betsy wrapped my lengthy toes around
his shaft and then taped my feet tightly together. She then helped
Jake pump back and forth. His member was throbbing as my toes danced
along his full length. Betsy meanwhile, taped my mouth shut again and
then sat backwards on me so as to admire the sight of the one-eyed
viper slithering between my feet. Betsy took one hand and used the
ostrich plume to work over my legs, keeping them trembling! With her
other hand, she was exploring the wet sensation she had inside her
scrubs. I could feel her the back of hand through her clothes bumping
into my sensitized snatch!
Jake was beginning to twitch and flinch which I knew would spell the
beginning of his end. Betsy sensed it too. "Doctor I think this
patient needs that injection immediately," she offered. As she said
this she took the feather to my soles again. I let out a muffled yelp
and I could feel Jake tensing even further. Betsy's tickling forced
more giggles from me.
"Not yet nurse," Jake struggingly replied "it's not time"
"But doctor she'll die otherwise," Betsy replied.
"If you keep tickling my soles like that" I thought to myself, "that
won't be far from the truth". I had another sense of deja vu as Betsy
turned around and gave me a sly wink.
"Doctor, PLEASE!," she begged, "it could be now or never." And with
that Betsy stopped feathering my soles and began feathering Jake's
balls, jiggling them a little. She swirled the feather around the very
base of his shaft, then teased his ballsxback and forth.
Jake threw his head back, closed his eyes, and gritted his teeth. He
was so close but was holding on to further increase his pleasure. Damn
did he have stamina!! My big toes continued to massage his now swollen
head and I could see they had produced some drops of pre-cum.
"Doctor, I must insist!" Betsy shouted as she continued to feather his
balls. As Jake pumped his formidable cock between my toes, I could see
Betsy reaching into her pocket. I saw the triumphant look on her face
as she produced a vibrator and poised it just below Jake's sac. When I
saw that I knew it wouldn't be long before he succumbed. He was very
close now. It was evident that he needed all the strength he could
muster to hold his load back.
"Nurse, I said not yet," he said trying to be commanding but with his
concentration not on his words but on holding back the dam.
Betsy placed the vibrator underneath Jake's balls and fired it up.
Simultaneously I heard the vibrator buzzing, Betsy cooing, and Jake
screaming in pleasure. Then I felt Jake's hot juice spewing all over
my toes and feet. It was warm and plentiful. It kept coming until I
almost thought it would never stop. As he slumped back in the wheel
chair, I realized how connected he and Betsy were. She slipped off me,
reached for him and gently milked the last drops from his dwindling
member, drinking them in while squeezing his balls.
The tickling was over, and yet I was so close myself to a fabulous
Shangri-La! Betsy, being the good nurse that she is, brought the
vibrator over to me! She buzzed my clit firmly though my wispy
panties. I was gasping for breath through the tape gag......I almost
passed out again...and then behind me stood Jake still in the throes
of a fabulous cum! He placed a rag on my face and "Lights Out" again!
"Michelle, are you OK?" It was Betsy, and we were back in her
apartment!
She was slapping my face to revive me! "Oh God!" I exclaimed. "I have
such a bad headache! I feel like I have been pounded by a freight
train!"
As my eyes cleared, I saw that Jake and Betsy were there, dressed in
normal clothes. I looked down and saw that I was dressed in what I had
worn before!
Jake and Betsy got me working OK again! We sat down for a nice lasagne
dinner; I only sipped a little of the red wine....like I needed more
to blitz my head? It was actually a nice evening, and I saw Betsy and
Jake playing grab-ass every so often. They must be in love. It was not
surprising that the dinner conversation included discussions of the
"Magic Show" and how Jake missed tickling me. My subconscious mind set
off an alarm, but I was too gone to understand. Had I really
experienced this tickle torture?
The evening continued well. I hugged them goodbye and got home, all
the time wondering. I got up to the hotel and as I opened my purse, I
found my sliced up bra! Since I go braless so often when I am dressed
casually, I hadn't noticed that I was not wearing one now! And as I
undressed I noticed a different set of stockings! They were suntan,
and hadn't I worn black sheer? Searching more through my bag and there
they were! All cut up and sticky from adhesive tape (and who knows
what else?).
I started to giggle and then I laughed out loud! I had been had good!
Ohhhh! If Betsy weren't so attached to Jake.....
--Michelle (Apr '94)