CryptoHero: "The Dentist" M/F
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GreenCrypt
8/20/99
Hi all. It's just me Sole. Some may remember me from IRC. I thought I
saw a post for someone looking for this and I found it on Dejanews.
Hope all enjoy. Good to be back with the ticklephiles.
;- )
Sole
STORY: THE DENTIST pt.1(footfetish,tickle,lgas,chlor)
"Jackie," the Doctor said, as he slowly put her shoes back on
her
feet. "Wake-up Jackie, everything went fine." She opened her eyes
slowly.
"I still feel pretty weird," she said in a groggy voice. He
gave
her more gas than he should have. The effects of it lasted too long.
If
he would have taken it off a few minutes earlier, she wouldn't be this
drugged.
"It'll wear off soon enough," he told her. "You can go home,
take
off your shoes and relax, maybe have your hubby give you a little foot
massage. Then go to bed and sleep it off." She smiled and giggled
softly. She didn't understand a word he said, and it's doubtful that
she
will remember anything by morning. Her husband called just a few
minutes
earlier. He was wondering why the root canal took so long. The
doctor
gave him a story about how the nerves were hard to get to and her
mouth
was too small. It sounded like he bought it. Actually, it took about
thirty minutes to do the job, but the other two hours were spent with
more
enjoyable activities. Her husband was suspicious in the first place,
wondering why the appointment was so late. He reminded them that he
was
doing them a favor, since they didn't have the money for the root
canal in
the first place, and he didn't have time to do it with his schedule.
The doctor had known Jackie since high school, and she trusted
him. The doctor knew that, too. This wasn't the first time he had
scheduled a late appointment, though. So he was ready for any
questions
either of them would ask. He got there about twenty minutes after he
called. The doctor went and unlocked the door. Everyone else had
gone
home, just as planned, and he figured her husband would have something
to
say about that, too.
"How are you tonight. I'm Dr. Thomas."
"Forget the small talk, I just want to take my wife home," he
said.
"You know, for someone who just saved a couple hundred
dollars,
your pretty ungrateful," Dr. Thomas said as he led him back to his
wife.
She was still lying in the dental chair, not aware of much.
"What did you give her anyway," he said. "She looks a little
too
happy for just having a root canal."
"It's called nitrous oxide. All dentist's use it as an
anesthetic," the doctor said. "You might know it as laughing gas; in
small amounts it will make you laugh, but larger amounts will put you
to
sleep."
"How much did you give her."
"Enough to get the job done," the dentist said. He had a
double
meaning behind his words.
"How long will it last," the husband asked.
Long enough for you to take her home and have some fun.
"She'll
still be out of it until morning, so I suggest you take her home and
put
her to sleep," Dr. Thomas said. "Well, we better be going
then.
Can you help me get her to the car," he said hurriedly. They both
took
Jackie to their car, with her giggling all the way.
"I really appreciate you helping us out. I'm sorry about
jumping
all over you before, I just get jealous when other men are with my
wife,"
he said as they placed her in the passenger's side. He still seemed
in a
hurry.
"I understand," Dr. Thomas said. He knew that he wanted to
take
her home and take advantage of her while he could. Why not, everyone
else
had tonight. So with that they drove away. She was one of the best,
the
dentist thought. She responded to the gas better than anyone,
although
there was Kara. As he put away all his dental tools and locked the
place
up, he began to think about how all this got started.
There's been so many girls I can't remember them all. Come to
think of it, Jackie might have been the one that made me realize I
liked
to look at women's feet. It was seventh grade, and I remember staring
at
her feet in class. That was before I even knew what laughing gas was.
Now, almost 20 years later, I got the chance to see her feet up close.
It
was around that time too when I found out how much I liked to hear
women
laugh. I always wanted to tell jokes just to hear them giggle. I got
in
trouble at school for grabbing a girl's foot and tickling it. I guess
they thought I was wierd. I couldn't even help myself on my first
date.
I tried to get her drunk so I could smell her feet, but she never
would
pass-out. I finally just grabbed her and took off her shoes and
tickled
her with a feather I brought along with me. That's the first time I
used
the feather, and the last time I saw that girl. I guess that's why
I'm
not married now.
After graduation I decided to become a dentist, mostly because
of
a news report about a dentist using laughing gas on his female
patients to
drug them up for him. So I decided if you can have a job watching
women's
feet as they laugh hysterically, I would take it. So after eight
years of
college and five years in the business, I'm ready to fulfill that part
of
the job (and I have been for a few months now). Jackie wasn't going
to be
the last one to feel my feather on the bottoms of her feet either. I
have
some plans in the works for many more.
On the way home he thought about what he had done to Jackie
and
what he had planned for other women in the weeks to come.
Jackie had come in a few weeks earlier. We got passed the
'sorry I
haven't talked to you in so long ' speech quickly and she told me
about
how she needed a root-canal. She was low on money and she was
wondering
if she could get a discount. I told her that this wasn't a grocery
store,
but I would do it. She laughed, and I remembered how much I wanted to
feel her feet in school that I agreed to do it for free. So we
scheduled
it for tonight. She thanked me as she left that night, but little did
she
know that I wasn't going to do it for free.
When she came in tonight she was wearing a light blue skirt
with a
long slit up the side and a white blouse. She had tan colored
stockings
on with black high heels. She looked better than she did in high
school.
No one was at the counter to meet her, everyone had gone home for the
night. I went out and greeted her and brought her back into the
dentist
chair. She settled in nicely.
"So, did you just get off work, you look pretty tired," I said
as
I got some thing's ready.
"Yeah, I'm a waitress, so I'm on my feet all day. In fact,
I've
had these shoes on since nine this morning," she said. She must
really
want it I thought.
"Well, if your a good girl I might give you a foot massage," I
said as I made a seringe with a drug that will make her forget
anything
that happens between now and in the morning.
"I don't think my husband would like that, he doesn't like
other
men around me when he's not."
"What does that have to do with a foot massage," I said. She
didn't say anything, so I continued talking. "Most people say root
canals
hurt, but you shouldn't feel anything. Now hold out your arm and I'll
give you this shot." As she held out her arm, she asked what was in
the
shot. I told her that it was just I mild relaxant, something to calm
her
down.
"The shot will get you ready for the anesthesia I have to give
you
later, too," I told her. I squeezed the liquid out of the seringe
into
her pretty arm. "Now just lay back and relax while I go get some
things
ready," I said as I stepped out of the room.
The drug will take effect in about five minutes, giving me
enough
time to get the laughing gas ready. The drug I gave her will wipe out
her
memory for twelve hours, and it will make her a little silly too. The
gas
though, was what I was looking forward to. I waited about six minutes
and
went back in with the tank of nitrous oxide. She was lying peacefully
in
the chair with her eyes shut. "Jackie, are you still awake," I asked.
"Yeah," she said. "I'm just trying to relax."
I placed the tank next to the chair. "Just close your eyes
then,
I still need to get things ready." She closed her eyes and I went
over to
the counter and got the feather out of the drawer and put it on the
tray
next to the dental chair. Then I slowly went to the end of the dental
chair and kneeled down next to her feet. I slowly took one of her
shoes
off and began to massage her foot. She opened her eyes and looked up.
"What are you doing," she said in a soft tone.
"I told you I would give you a foot massage. Don't you
think
it feels good," I said as I slowly handled her tender foot.
"Yeah, it...it feels nice," she said with a grin, "but don't
you
think..." I took off her other shoe and began massaging that foot.
"...don't you think you should be working with my teeth?"
"Just relax and enjoy it. I can't work on you unless you feel
good," I said as I slowly rubbed the bottoms of both feet.
"I think that's enough," she said as she continued to enjoy
the
sensation. I continued with her feet. "Please stop," she said again.
She tried to get up but was too weak from the drug.
"Ok I'll stop, just lay back. All I wanted to do was to help
you
relax," I said. "Someone rubbing my feet has always turned me
on,
that's why I don't feel comfortable when you do it. So please, just
put
my shoes back on. You understand don't you?"
"I understand," I said. I was shaking with excitement as I
put
her shoes back on her feet. She liked to have her feet massaged? It
turned her on? You just wait until I give you some laughing gas, I
thought.
"Let's just forget I ever did that then." She nodded an
approval.
"I'll go ahead and get you ready for the surgery," I said as I got
the
arm restraints out of the draw. I lifted her arm and put one around
her
wrist and tied it to the arm rest.
"Hold on, what are these things for," she said in a suspicious
tone.
"I have to give you nitrous oxide for an anesthetic. It's
also
called laughing gas. In the first minute or so it will make you
giggle.
After about two minutes it will cause you to laugh hysterically and
you
may swing your arms and hurt yourself, or me. So I need to strap you
down
so nothing will happen."
Then she said, "OK, I agree with that, but what will happen to
me
after I can't stop laughing?"
I strapped her other arm down and said, "You'll go into a deep
sleep, and when you wake-up the procedure will be over." I checked
the
straps to make sure she couldn't get out. "Are you ready," I said as
I
pulled the tank closer to the chair. I sat down in my own chair next
to
the tank and grabbed the hose that the gas would come out of.
"I guess so," she said.
That's when she noticed the feather lying on the tray. As I
put
the mask over her nose and mouth, she asked in a muffled voice,
"What's
that feather for?"
"It's to tickle your feet with," I said as I picked it up.
"What," she said in an alarmed tone. I slid my chair to where
her
feet laid and took off a shoe.
"Your not ticklish are you Jackie?" She struggled to get out
of
the restraints but couldn't.
"Your not tickling my feet!" I ran the tip of the feather
slowly
across the bottom of her foot. She kicked her legs at me and
screamed,
"Let me go! What do you think your doing!" I held her ankles and
continued to stroke her stocking covered foot with the feather.
Then I moved closer to her and said, "Your supposed to laugh
when
someone tickles your feet." I pushed a button to put the chair in the
horizontal position. She still had the mask over her mouth and nose.
"Let's see if this helps a little." I reached over and started the
nitrous oxide. "Now just breath normally and relax. This will make
you
feel a lot better." Her struggling slowly faded and she seemed to
calm
down.
"What are you doing to me," she asked as she rolled her head
toward me.
"I just want to hear you laugh," I said. She smiled. All
opposition was gone from her. All I had to do was to wait for the gas
to
take effect. Actually, the gas would take longer to effect her than
what
I said. It would probably be more like six minutes than one before I
hear
a giggle out of her.
"How do you feel," I asked her.
"I feel strange," she said as she rolled her eyes and grinned.
I reached toward her legs and grabbed the one without the
shoe.
"You have nice feet," I told her. I ran my hand down her leg to her
foot.
I rubbed the bottom of the foot with my hand, slowly caressing each
wrinkle. I stood up and lifted her leg with me. I settled her foot
on my
shoulder and reached down her thigh to grab the end of the stocking.
I
slowly peeled the stocking off her thigh and rolled it across her
knee. I
put her leg back on the chair and let the end of it dangle over the
side.
I pulled the rest of it over her ankle and finally slipped the
stocking
off her foot. I sniffed the part of the stocking her foot was in as I
ran
my finger across the bottom of the foot. Then I heard a giggle.
"Don't do that," she said, "It tickles!"
I ran my finger along the same course as before. She giggled
a
little harder. It had started off and on, but now she was giggling
constantly. I put her leg back on the chair and reached over to turn
off
the gas. I figured she had enough for now. I took the mask off her
face.
"Please don't...tickle me," she said between giggles, "just
let me
go."
I put the mask away and reached for my feather. "Don't worry
Jackie, your going to be fine. All I'm going to do is tickle your
feet
with this feather. Your going to laugh and have a good time. You
like to
laugh, don't you?" She tried to say something but her giggling got
the
best of her.
I went back down by her feet and took the shoe off her other
foot.
I ran the feather across the nylon covered surface of her foot. I
was
going to take off this stocking too, but her foot smelled better
inside
the transparent covering. I put the pair of feet very close together
and
kneeled at the edge of the chair. Then I just stared at her perfect
feet.
Each toe was perfectly aligned. She had the best feet I had ever
seen.
Then I started to tickle her feet with the feather. I started
by
rounding the edges of her feet. I ran it up and down the feet, almost
like I was painting them a beautiful color of tan. I thrusted the
feather
between her toes, doing it slowly to make sure she would feel the
sensation. She responded by giggling even harder. Each time she did
she
tried to say something, but her words were swallowed up by laughter.
I
watched her toes curl as I tickled the tips of each one.
Before I knew it thirty minutes had gone by. In the few
months I
had been doing this, I had never seen someone laugh as much. Most of
the
women would be knocked out after getting a few breaths of the gas, but
Jackie continued to laugh even when I stopped tickling her.
After I was done tickling her feet, I started to again massage
them. I started at the ankles, gently rubbing the tendon right above
the
heel. I would run my hands down her ankles and across the top and
sides
of her feet. I would massage the bottoms of the feet right below the
toes where it is very soft. I rubbed the balls of her feet and
stretched
her toes out. All of this seemed to relax her a great deal. Her
laughter
died down and she soon fell asleep.
I then lifted her foot and ran it across my face, making her
feet
wrinkle as her toes past my chin. I ran my lips across her toes,
feeling
the peak of each one. I wanted to lick her feet. I reached up her
leg to
grab the stocking she still had on and quickly slipped it off. Then I
began to lick the bottom of that foot. I ran my tongue from her heel
past
the arch of the foot to her toes. I licked each individual toe as if
I
were eating ice cream. I did this to both feet. I even started to
nibble
on her feet. I would nibble her toes and put them in my mouth to suck
on
them. I put her big toe in my mouth and rounded it with my tongue.
I heard her giggle again so I figured she had awaken. I
looked at
the clock; an hour had gone by. So I thought I had better get on with
the
procedure. I gave her more nitrous oxide to put her in a deep sleep
and
began the root-canal. It took me another thirty-minutes to do it.
When I
was finished I put her stockings back on her long legs and slipped her
shoes on.
Her husband called three times before I told him he could come
and
pick her up. Jackie woke-up and didn't seem to remember a thing. And
that was just the way I planned it.
There was another woman I had scheduled for tomorrow night,
but
she said Saturday wasn't a good day. So it looks like a couple more
week
before I has another chance to feel a woman's foot again. I don't no
if I
can wait that long.
