Old "magical"story and a request

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.

Found this on Google Groups...is it what you had in mind?






The Doctor is In

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 [email protected]. Happy reading!

Jake

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Oh yeah, the routine stuff: This story is copyrighted and all rights are reserved. It may be transmitted along the net, but
may not be 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)

You're awsome Tickledgirl, Thanks

the 2 are very good!!.

These two are fantastic!

Does anyone know the writer? I love this series!

These very old but they are amazing!