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Hi All, I did not write this but it's one of the first stories I ever came across and one of my favourites. There is a sequal out there, called "the Doctor is In" If anyone has it could you please post it? I'm sure there are lots of us who would love to read it. Thanks
Phil
"A Magical Night"
I had continued one of my usual routes ending up in good old Chicago, a
hub I am most familiar with. I checked in at the crew hotel, and
decided to call a few of my friends in the area. Despite a long day on the
job, I was looking to get out and find a good release. I called a friend of
mine, Betsy, a fellow bi-sub to see if she wanted to get together.
Betsy was doing well, and told me that she had found a new friend and
master who happened to be a magician named Jake. She wouldn't give me
any details, but told me that I would love the experience, and that Jake
would love to be treated to a sub as experienced as me. I was a little wary,
but Betsy was a trusted friend and I knew that she would not put me in
any dangerous situation.
I met Betsy at her apartment on the North side of Chicago above an
old movie house. We shared some laughs and a few glasses of wine, and I
was starting to feel very relaxed and comfortable. Betsy seemed very
excited and all she could talk about was Jake.
"He's incredible. I've never been to heights like he's taken me to.
It's unreal," she said.
"So what's his secret?" I chided.
"Let's go find out," she replied.
Betsy led me down the back stairs of her building which led directly to
the theatre below. It was a little dark and spooky. Being in a
deserted theatre and backstage no less it was a very eerie, but exciting feeling. She took me into the back and into one of the dressing rooms. There
were tons of costumes and outfits from all types of shows: plenty of props
too. She gave me a magician's assistant's little skimpy outfit to put on. I
felt a little like Barbara Eden on Jeannie. Almost everything was
exposed, but I was still feeling the wine we'd had so I wasn't cold.
After I finished dressing, Betsy brought Jake in. He was a tall,
imposing character with a well chiseled body and chin. He looked even
taller with the top hat, tails and cape he was wearing. He really did
look like a real magician.
"Ah, yes, Michelle," Jake said, "I hope we have a great show tonight."
With that he was gone, and Betsy and I exchanged glances.
"This is going to be fun, right?" I asked her.
"Oh sure," she replied "you're going to love it!"
We went around the corner to the wings of the main stage. Jake was
already on stage playing to a "fake crowd." It was a little exciting to
watch, even though there was not a soul in the house.
"And now Ladies and Gentleman," Jake bellowed, "I will perform the
amazing feat of sawing my assistant Michelle in half!"
He waved for me and Betsy pushed me out on stage. I did a little bow
for the "audience" and came to my Master magician's side. He escorted me
to a box, much like the one you see in a magic show where they really do saw
people in half. This was a little unusual as it seemed to have a number
of small doors built in.
"Climb in slave," Jake said, "you are my show now."
I did as i was told and Jake strapped me in. My wrists were bound
together and were secured to the table outside the box over my head. My
hips were strapped down to the box with a leather belt and my ankles
were strapped in-one to each side of the box. My feet stuck out the end as
did my hands and head, but the rest of me was sealed inside the box. It was
getting a little warm already, but my blood was boiling with
anticipation.
Jake and Betsy lowered the box onto a low table, and once I was
properly placed, Betsy walked around the "chamber." She opened some of the many doors on the box. She unlatched one on each side at my shoulder,
another exposing my breasts and yet another at my crotch area. Each one was opened with a dramatic flair and I could see Jake's eyes getting very
big (in addition to something else!).
I was a little relieved as this let some cool air in, and then Betsy
unlatched my outfit on top and bottom with an unreal dexterity. Now I
was bare to the world, yet still enclosed in my little box. Betsy then gave
me a peck on the cheek and ran offstage. It was just me and my master
now.
"Now for the moment you have all been waiting for," Jake screamed out.
He reached behind him and placed a toolbox on the chair next to him. He
opened it and I naturally expected to see him pull out a saw and
complete this "magical" fantasy. What he pulled out was something quite
different.
He pulled out a long fluffy ostrich feather. Very full and very long.
Panic set in. I was not prepared for this. He wouldn't. No, he
couldn't. Betsy knew how ticklish I was. She wouldn't. Or would she.
Jake took the feather and began teasing my breasts with it. Nerves
jumped all over my body and I giggled nervously, not sure how my master
would take it.
"Oh yes, my pretty," he said "laugh it up nice and loud. I wanna hear
you scream."
With that he continued teasing my breasts while forcing his other hand
into a window and tickling my underarms. God, no! I couldn't believe
this was happening! And no escape!
"Stop please he he hee...it tickles," I said in vain.
"Believe me I know it does," Jake replied, "and I've only just begun."
Jake continued with his torture, tickling my breasts and my hard
nipples, alternately plunging his hand in to give my pits a good tickling too. 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. While continuing
to tease my helpless breasts his free hand went to work on my stomach,
pinching and tickling, running his nimble magician's hands along my
ribs.
"HA HA HA HA...please no more......stop.....hee hee...no," I pleaded.
"Stop now? In your dreams," my master replied.
I was laughing so hard now i thought I might pee my pants. His 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 Jake
stopped 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 I suppose I will, but not quite yet," he chided and danced his
fingers along my ribs.
"But now," he continued, "time for the real test." As he said these
words he grabbed his chair and toolbox and slid them around to the
bottom of the box. He put his tool box on the floor and took a seat. Utter
panic and excitement rippled through my body. Though I was prepared
mentally for what was to come next, I still didn't anticipate the degree
of the torture that was in store for me now. There I was completely
helpless, unable to move and there at the other end of my "torture
chamber" sat a Master Tickler with my bare feet staring him right in the
face.
"What lovely feet you have," he said with a wry smile.
"Please, master, not that I beg you PLEASE," I replied.
This seemed only to excite him more and he pulled a thin paintbrush
from his toolbox. When its cool bristles hit my toes I really thought this
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 over like no one had ever done
then or since. 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'll see who has the last laugh," he chuckled and proceeded to go
at both soles simultaneously with his adept fingers. Every nerve in my
body was trembling.
"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.
"I realize this tickles so much," he laughed. "Cootchy kitchy coo!"
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 Master, hee hee hee....I'll do anything...anything," I begged.
And at this point I think I really would have done anything.
With those words he abruptly stopped....leaned over to meet my gaze and
said, "Now I was hoping you would say that."
"I have something here you could take care of and when it's done, your
torture will end." "Yes, Master...please....tell me," I gasped in reply.
Jake dragged his chair back to its original position and came around to
my face. My hair was matted against it from all the sweating I was
doing, but I turned to meet his eyes.
"If you can take care of this," Jake said revealing a 8 inch rock hard
cock, "then, and only then, I'll stop tickling."
"Oh is that all", I thought to myself. And as he inched his rod
towards me I lunged and slurped his formidable tip into my lips. He tasted
sweet with pre-cum as I began to pump him with my lips and tongue. Rasping
his tip against the inside of my cheek and on my teeth. Again I thought to
myself, "this will be a piece of cake....he's already halfway there and
I know how to suck a good cock."
Just when I was starting to feel confident, however, his hands found my
pits and began torturing them again. This was going to be harder than I
thought. How could I concentrate on getting this guy off while he was
tickling me? Prospects looked dim, but I plunged on, knowing that if he
returned to my feet without having spilled his milk, I might not make it
through the night. I worked his cock over and over spinning my tongue
round and round. I could tell I was getting to him. He was beginning
to twitch and flinch which I knew would spell the beginning of his end.
Again he started to feather my breasts. Why couldn't he stop with that
feather!? It was really hard to breath now with all the tickling and an
8-inch torpedo in my mouth to boot.
The thought of my poor feet kept me going, though. Expertly (If I do
say so myself) my tongue had him lathered up pretty good. His member was
starting to throb and I could taste more of his sweet juice; I knew he
was close to succumbing. I pressed on.
I could feel that Jake was on the verge of orgasm, and I could barely
stand his tickling much longer. I doubled my efforts with my tongue
really working over the tip and shaft. He was very close now. His
tickling of my armpits was subsiding (what relief!) and I could sense it
was because he needed all the strength he could muster to hold his load
back.
Suddenly without warning he clapped his hands twice. At this signal,
Betsy and another girl, a lanky redhead, came dutifully running out on
stage. Both had on outfits similar to mine. Betsy had a feather duster
in one hand and a lone feather in the other. The other girl carried
nothing out, but covered her face with her hands displaying her long red
nails. Betsy took a position in the middle of my "torture" table next
to Jake, while the mystery woman stood poised at the far end.
While observing all this I continued to do my best on my master's rod,
feeling him really ready and wanting to cum. Then all hell broke loose.
Betsy started with the feather duster round and round my tits. The
pleasure was almost too much. I was convulsing and giggling with Jake's
cock still tight in my grip, although in this state my tongue just
danced aimlessly along. Then Betsy took the other feather and simultaneously ent to work on my navel. God, how did they know my most ticklish spots.
I struggled my best, feeling that if I could bring Jake to a grand
finish, my tickle-torture might subside.
Again, just when I thought I had him, his other trusty assistant began
on my feet. Not them again! Her long nails scratching and tickling. I
laughed out loud with a mouthful of cock. I really was at a loss now.
Being tickled in my most tender spots (the feet again, argh!) I knew I
was in trouble. This tickling seemed to excite Jake more, and though I
could taste his juice, he wasn't giving in. Anything to stop with the feet,
then I was sure I could turn him into jelly.
Jake's assistant kept right on at it, mercilessly it seemed, as she was
enjoying my squirming toes and soles. I was giggling and laughing, all
muffled with Jake's "magic wand" in my mouth. Betsy kept right on going
too, and my nipples were as hard as rocks. As tears began to form from
all my laughing I tried to get a better hold on Jake. As I looked up
through the tears my eyes met with Betsy's. It was sort of an implicit
sub-sister understanding. She knew that while I was thoroughly enjoying
this (as was everyone else) that I could not take much more.
She gave me a sly wink, which I viewed as my last hope. I feverishly
worked my tongue faster than ever gliding over Jake's tip back and
forth.
His head went back and when his eyes closed I could tell he was
desperately hanging on for dear life. That was when Betsy "saved" us
all. She reached down behind Jake between his legs and jiggled and tickled
his balls with her own beautiful red nails.
That was all it took and as I released Jake his hot juice spewed all
over and kept coming until I almost thought it would never stop. As he
slumped back in his chair, I realized I could hear myself laughing now. Then I
realized why, the little red-head had not given up on my feet. And God
they were so ticklish!! Betsy again came to the rescue. She mounted my
"torture box" and with one hand still using the feather on my navel, the
other began a slow massage of my clit.
At this point I was thoroughly wet and Betsy's fingers sent shock waves
through my body. My laughter flooded the room as my sexual tension now
began to build. I could sense that Betsy knew I couldn't hold on much
longer. She eased up just a bit, and I would have bitched at her for
slowing up (I was so close to a powerful orgasm now) except I was still
laughing out loud. Then she quickly dropped the feather and buried a
powerful vibrator right at the base of my clit. The resulting screams I
am sure woke quite a few neighbors.
I just about hit the ceiling and my body was trembling and shaking and
pulling and pushing against my restraints. The relief was inexplicable
and the heights the experience brought me too were just as Betsy had
explained. After my captors released me, we put Jake to bed (I've never
seen anyone look as spent) and polished off the wine. I snuggled with
Betsy till the wee hours and slept like a log.
The next morning I bid her farewell and went back to the hotel where it
was already time to go back to O'Hare. But I can't wait to get back to
Chicago for another magic night.
Phil
"A Magical Night"
I had continued one of my usual routes ending up in good old Chicago, a
hub I am most familiar with. I checked in at the crew hotel, and
decided to call a few of my friends in the area. Despite a long day on the
job, I was looking to get out and find a good release. I called a friend of
mine, Betsy, a fellow bi-sub to see if she wanted to get together.
Betsy was doing well, and told me that she had found a new friend and
master who happened to be a magician named Jake. She wouldn't give me
any details, but told me that I would love the experience, and that Jake
would love to be treated to a sub as experienced as me. I was a little wary,
but Betsy was a trusted friend and I knew that she would not put me in
any dangerous situation.
I met Betsy at her apartment on the North side of Chicago above an
old movie house. We shared some laughs and a few glasses of wine, and I
was starting to feel very relaxed and comfortable. Betsy seemed very
excited and all she could talk about was Jake.
"He's incredible. I've never been to heights like he's taken me to.
It's unreal," she said.
"So what's his secret?" I chided.
"Let's go find out," she replied.
Betsy led me down the back stairs of her building which led directly to
the theatre below. It was a little dark and spooky. Being in a
deserted theatre and backstage no less it was a very eerie, but exciting feeling. She took me into the back and into one of the dressing rooms. There
were tons of costumes and outfits from all types of shows: plenty of props
too. She gave me a magician's assistant's little skimpy outfit to put on. I
felt a little like Barbara Eden on Jeannie. Almost everything was
exposed, but I was still feeling the wine we'd had so I wasn't cold.
After I finished dressing, Betsy brought Jake in. He was a tall,
imposing character with a well chiseled body and chin. He looked even
taller with the top hat, tails and cape he was wearing. He really did
look like a real magician.
"Ah, yes, Michelle," Jake said, "I hope we have a great show tonight."
With that he was gone, and Betsy and I exchanged glances.
"This is going to be fun, right?" I asked her.
"Oh sure," she replied "you're going to love it!"
We went around the corner to the wings of the main stage. Jake was
already on stage playing to a "fake crowd." It was a little exciting to
watch, even though there was not a soul in the house.
"And now Ladies and Gentleman," Jake bellowed, "I will perform the
amazing feat of sawing my assistant Michelle in half!"
He waved for me and Betsy pushed me out on stage. I did a little bow
for the "audience" and came to my Master magician's side. He escorted me
to a box, much like the one you see in a magic show where they really do saw
people in half. This was a little unusual as it seemed to have a number
of small doors built in.
"Climb in slave," Jake said, "you are my show now."
I did as i was told and Jake strapped me in. My wrists were bound
together and were secured to the table outside the box over my head. My
hips were strapped down to the box with a leather belt and my ankles
were strapped in-one to each side of the box. My feet stuck out the end as
did my hands and head, but the rest of me was sealed inside the box. It was
getting a little warm already, but my blood was boiling with
anticipation.
Jake and Betsy lowered the box onto a low table, and once I was
properly placed, Betsy walked around the "chamber." She opened some of the many doors on the box. She unlatched one on each side at my shoulder,
another exposing my breasts and yet another at my crotch area. Each one was opened with a dramatic flair and I could see Jake's eyes getting very
big (in addition to something else!).
I was a little relieved as this let some cool air in, and then Betsy
unlatched my outfit on top and bottom with an unreal dexterity. Now I
was bare to the world, yet still enclosed in my little box. Betsy then gave
me a peck on the cheek and ran offstage. It was just me and my master
now.
"Now for the moment you have all been waiting for," Jake screamed out.
He reached behind him and placed a toolbox on the chair next to him. He
opened it and I naturally expected to see him pull out a saw and
complete this "magical" fantasy. What he pulled out was something quite
different.
He pulled out a long fluffy ostrich feather. Very full and very long.
Panic set in. I was not prepared for this. He wouldn't. No, he
couldn't. Betsy knew how ticklish I was. She wouldn't. Or would she.
Jake took the feather and began teasing my breasts with it. Nerves
jumped all over my body and I giggled nervously, not sure how my master
would take it.
"Oh yes, my pretty," he said "laugh it up nice and loud. I wanna hear
you scream."
With that he continued teasing my breasts while forcing his other hand
into a window and tickling my underarms. God, no! I couldn't believe
this was happening! And no escape!
"Stop please he he hee...it tickles," I said in vain.
"Believe me I know it does," Jake replied, "and I've only just begun."
Jake continued with his torture, tickling my breasts and my hard
nipples, alternately plunging his hand in to give my pits a good tickling too. 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. While continuing
to tease my helpless breasts his free hand went to work on my stomach,
pinching and tickling, running his nimble magician's hands along my
ribs.
"HA HA HA HA...please no more......stop.....hee hee...no," I pleaded.
"Stop now? In your dreams," my master replied.
I was laughing so hard now i thought I might pee my pants. His 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 Jake
stopped 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 I suppose I will, but not quite yet," he chided and danced his
fingers along my ribs.
"But now," he continued, "time for the real test." As he said these
words he grabbed his chair and toolbox and slid them around to the
bottom of the box. He put his tool box on the floor and took a seat. Utter
panic and excitement rippled through my body. Though I was prepared
mentally for what was to come next, I still didn't anticipate the degree
of the torture that was in store for me now. There I was completely
helpless, unable to move and there at the other end of my "torture
chamber" sat a Master Tickler with my bare feet staring him right in the
face.
"What lovely feet you have," he said with a wry smile.
"Please, master, not that I beg you PLEASE," I replied.
This seemed only to excite him more and he pulled a thin paintbrush
from his toolbox. When its cool bristles hit my toes I really thought this
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 over like no one had ever done
then or since. 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'll see who has the last laugh," he chuckled and proceeded to go
at both soles simultaneously with his adept fingers. Every nerve in my
body was trembling.
"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.
"I realize this tickles so much," he laughed. "Cootchy kitchy coo!"
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 Master, hee hee hee....I'll do anything...anything," I begged.
And at this point I think I really would have done anything.
With those words he abruptly stopped....leaned over to meet my gaze and
said, "Now I was hoping you would say that."
"I have something here you could take care of and when it's done, your
torture will end." "Yes, Master...please....tell me," I gasped in reply.
Jake dragged his chair back to its original position and came around to
my face. My hair was matted against it from all the sweating I was
doing, but I turned to meet his eyes.
"If you can take care of this," Jake said revealing a 8 inch rock hard
cock, "then, and only then, I'll stop tickling."
"Oh is that all", I thought to myself. And as he inched his rod
towards me I lunged and slurped his formidable tip into my lips. He tasted
sweet with pre-cum as I began to pump him with my lips and tongue. Rasping
his tip against the inside of my cheek and on my teeth. Again I thought to
myself, "this will be a piece of cake....he's already halfway there and
I know how to suck a good cock."
Just when I was starting to feel confident, however, his hands found my
pits and began torturing them again. This was going to be harder than I
thought. How could I concentrate on getting this guy off while he was
tickling me? Prospects looked dim, but I plunged on, knowing that if he
returned to my feet without having spilled his milk, I might not make it
through the night. I worked his cock over and over spinning my tongue
round and round. I could tell I was getting to him. He was beginning
to twitch and flinch which I knew would spell the beginning of his end.
Again he started to feather my breasts. Why couldn't he stop with that
feather!? It was really hard to breath now with all the tickling and an
8-inch torpedo in my mouth to boot.
The thought of my poor feet kept me going, though. Expertly (If I do
say so myself) my tongue had him lathered up pretty good. His member was
starting to throb and I could taste more of his sweet juice; I knew he
was close to succumbing. I pressed on.
I could feel that Jake was on the verge of orgasm, and I could barely
stand his tickling much longer. I doubled my efforts with my tongue
really working over the tip and shaft. He was very close now. His
tickling of my armpits was subsiding (what relief!) and I could sense it
was because he needed all the strength he could muster to hold his load
back.
Suddenly without warning he clapped his hands twice. At this signal,
Betsy and another girl, a lanky redhead, came dutifully running out on
stage. Both had on outfits similar to mine. Betsy had a feather duster
in one hand and a lone feather in the other. The other girl carried
nothing out, but covered her face with her hands displaying her long red
nails. Betsy took a position in the middle of my "torture" table next
to Jake, while the mystery woman stood poised at the far end.
While observing all this I continued to do my best on my master's rod,
feeling him really ready and wanting to cum. Then all hell broke loose.
Betsy started with the feather duster round and round my tits. The
pleasure was almost too much. I was convulsing and giggling with Jake's
cock still tight in my grip, although in this state my tongue just
danced aimlessly along. Then Betsy took the other feather and simultaneously ent to work on my navel. God, how did they know my most ticklish spots.
I struggled my best, feeling that if I could bring Jake to a grand
finish, my tickle-torture might subside.
Again, just when I thought I had him, his other trusty assistant began
on my feet. Not them again! Her long nails scratching and tickling. I
laughed out loud with a mouthful of cock. I really was at a loss now.
Being tickled in my most tender spots (the feet again, argh!) I knew I
was in trouble. This tickling seemed to excite Jake more, and though I
could taste his juice, he wasn't giving in. Anything to stop with the feet,
then I was sure I could turn him into jelly.
Jake's assistant kept right on at it, mercilessly it seemed, as she was
enjoying my squirming toes and soles. I was giggling and laughing, all
muffled with Jake's "magic wand" in my mouth. Betsy kept right on going
too, and my nipples were as hard as rocks. As tears began to form from
all my laughing I tried to get a better hold on Jake. As I looked up
through the tears my eyes met with Betsy's. It was sort of an implicit
sub-sister understanding. She knew that while I was thoroughly enjoying
this (as was everyone else) that I could not take much more.
She gave me a sly wink, which I viewed as my last hope. I feverishly
worked my tongue faster than ever gliding over Jake's tip back and
forth.
His head went back and when his eyes closed I could tell he was
desperately hanging on for dear life. That was when Betsy "saved" us
all. She reached down behind Jake between his legs and jiggled and tickled
his balls with her own beautiful red nails.
That was all it took and as I released Jake his hot juice spewed all
over and kept coming until I almost thought it would never stop. As he
slumped back in his chair, I realized I could hear myself laughing now. Then I
realized why, the little red-head had not given up on my feet. And God
they were so ticklish!! Betsy again came to the rescue. She mounted my
"torture box" and with one hand still using the feather on my navel, the
other began a slow massage of my clit.
At this point I was thoroughly wet and Betsy's fingers sent shock waves
through my body. My laughter flooded the room as my sexual tension now
began to build. I could sense that Betsy knew I couldn't hold on much
longer. She eased up just a bit, and I would have bitched at her for
slowing up (I was so close to a powerful orgasm now) except I was still
laughing out loud. Then she quickly dropped the feather and buried a
powerful vibrator right at the base of my clit. The resulting screams I
am sure woke quite a few neighbors.
I just about hit the ceiling and my body was trembling and shaking and
pulling and pushing against my restraints. The relief was inexplicable
and the heights the experience brought me too were just as Betsy had
explained. After my captors released me, we put Jake to bed (I've never
seen anyone look as spent) and polished off the wine. I snuggled with
Betsy till the wee hours and slept like a log.
The next morning I bid her farewell and went back to the hotel where it
was already time to go back to O'Hare. But I can't wait to get back to
Chicago for another magic night.