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Down on her luck, listless, and needing some cash, Sadayo Kawakami signs up for a sketchy relaxation experiment at the Takemi Medical Clinic. She ends up getting more than she bargained for.
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F/F | Feet Tickling | Breast Tickling | Pussy Tickling | Sapphic | Cunnilingus | Multiple Ticklegasms | FemDom
As the school day drew to a close, Sadayo Kawakami sat alone in the teacher’s office, reviewing homework assignments with a dazed look in her eyes. Life had become dull with Ren Amamiya returning home and the new semester starting up.
Sure, she was in a better place. But losing their special, and somewhat — okay, very — unethical friendship, felt like waking from a wonderful dream. Wistful. Empty. Longing to return.
Realizing she wasn’t in the right frame of mind to stay focused, she tucked the papers away in her bag. But instead of standing, she bit her lip and stared down at her feet.
Lethargy wasn’t the only thing troubling her. Although she’d found a way out of her debt prison, with a little help from the Phantom Thieves, money had become tight as of late. With her time at the maid service ended — she had no desire to be “Becky” ever again, but even if she did, Ren was her only consistent customer — there were few opportunities available to pick up some extra cash.
She could pick up hours at Ore no Beko or the Crossroads Bar, two locations she recalled Ren mentioning during one of their meetings. But she was already exhausted from the school day, working physically demanding jobs late into the night would surely come back to bite her. And frankly, the pay just wasn’t worth the effort.
Sadayo looked at her phone, scrolling through job listings with a heavy sigh. “Maybe I should ask for my old job back?” She wondered aloud. Nothing jumped out at her after several minutes of scrolling, so she gathered her things, shut down her computer and headed out for the night.
It wasn’t until she was nearly home, walking through Yongen-Jaya, past Leblanc on the off-chance she might run into him again, that she noticed a help wanted poster on a telephone pole. Normally, a single sheet of printer paper would be easy to ignore, but given her situation, she glanced at it.
She did a double-take when she saw a suspicious number of zeroes. She pulled the ad down:
Assistant Wanted
Local doctor seeking willing assistant to help with experimental relaxation treatment. Must be at least 20 years old and able to work evenings, including weekends, until the conclusion of the experiment
NDA is required and will be discussed prior to the start of the treatment.
If interested, visit the Takemi Medical Clinic for more details.
Sadayo read it three times, but after a thorough examination, she was certain she’d read it right.
Something still seemed off. The clinic’s reputation had improved recently — another miracle of his, no doubt — but the ad still seemed sketchy.
“But, that is a very, very generous payment.” She mused as she returned home. And she had been quite stressed lately. Maybe a relaxation treatment was exactly what she needed?
Worst-case scenario, if it seemed off, she’d just turn around and leave.
In the end, her nerves got to her.
She still wanted to take the job, but wondering what Ms. Chouno might say if she was spotted visiting the clinic — concocting some wild reason and running with it — she decided to play it safe.
The next evening, “Becky” stepped into the Takemi Medical Clinic after waiting for the street to clear. The maid uniform still fit, but months of not wearing it had left her feeling ridiculous. But, her finances weren’t improving, and the promise of being paid to relax overpowered her shame.
With a deep breath, Sadayo approached the vacant counter. She cleared her throat, hoping the doctor was nearby. Seconds turned into minutes; she rang the bell, praying the doctor wasn’t seeing a patient who might see her on their way out.
She was about to leave, but clacking footsteps froze her in place.
Dr. Tae Takemi was a peculiar woman. Said to be brilliant, she scarcely looked the part. Her white lab coat hung loose on her slender frame, open to show off the short, black punk rock dress she wore, secured by a thick red belt that dangled on her hips. The spiked choker around her neck completed a look that screamed anything except “I am a trusted medical professional.”
Still, Sadayo was no better dressed. Dr. Takemi raised an eyebrow and looked her up and down. Then, in a dry voice, she asked, “Can I help you?”
“Oh! Um…well, you see, um…”
“Do you need an ointment? Maybe a topical cream? Did one of your clients give you something you’d like to keep discreet?” She didn’t even seem bothered by the outfit.
“No! No, no. Um, no. Thank you. I was actually here…about…” Sadayo lifted the sheet of paper she’d taken from the telephone pole. “Your ad?”
Dr. Takemi blinked, a look of shock breaking through her icy facade. “Oh!” Her eyes scanned Sadayo from top to bottom once more. “You’re sure?”
Sadayo tensed, but kept her practiced smile on her face. “Yup! I mean. Yes, ma’am.” She prayed the doctor wouldn’t ask about the outfit. That first look told her it was a stupid idea. She waited anxiously, holding her breath as the doctor took one last look.
Then, to her immense relief, Dr. Takemi shrugged. Wearing a tiny, unreadable smile, she nodded at the door. “Come on back and we’ll get started.”
“Wait, right now? Isn’t there a form I have to sign? Shouldn’t we go over what we’ll be doing?” Questions came to mind faster than she could ask as the doctor opened the door.
Once the bewildered teacher stepped into the room, Dr. Takemi went to the front door, flipped the sign to “Closed” and locked it behind her.
“Is…that necessary?”
“It is. The first trial will take us a few hours, and it will have a negative impact on the experiment if we’re interrupted.” Dr. Takemi slid into her office chair with the grace of an angel. Then, she crossed one leg over the other with the elegance of a demon.
Sadayo’s eyes were drawn to her shoes. Black high-heeled sandals that were little more than platforms with straps on them. Her toenails were painted a vivid shade of cherry red that stood out against her pale skin and the whites and blacks of her outfit.
Dr. Takemi kicked her foot and took a clipboard from her desk. “Please, have a seat. We’ll get the boring stuff out of the way, then get you strapped in.”
“Strapped?” Sadayo’s voice cracked. Despite her pounding heart, she obeyed the unspoken command when Dr. Takemi glanced at her over the top of the clipboard. She sat on the table, folded her hands in her lap, and stared at the door.
“It’s standard procedure. Now, I just need to get some information before we get started.”
“And you decided the best course of action was to disguise yourself as a maid?” Dr. Takemi laughed. Not a mean-spirited laugh, but one that recognized the absurdity of the situation. One so infectious that Sadayo couldn’t help but laugh as well, despite the fierce blush on her cheeks.
“It sounds so silly when you say it out loud, but, yes. There’s this co-worker of mine…” She trailed off and leaned back on the heels of her hands, looking at the ceiling. “She’s a nice woman, but it feels like she’s always trying to look for anything to get me in trouble.”
Dr. Takemi nodded. “I’ve worked with people like that. The best thing you can do is ignore them and let your work speak for itself.”
“You’re probably right. I just wish my superiors felt that way.” Sadayo sighed.
“It definitely sounds to me like you could use some relaxation.” The doctor leaned forward with a smile that was somewhere between a concerned old friend and a cat eying a canary. “Since your paperwork is all done,” she gestured to the signed NDA and New Patient sheet on the desk. “Shall we get started? We have a lot to get through, and only a few hours to do so.”
Sadayo nodded. The nerves she’d managed to suppress during her conversation with Dr. Takemi came flooding back in full force. Shoulders tightened; knees clamped together. She felt her heart race, now unsure of what to do with her hands.
“So, um…how do we start?” She asked with a nervous laugh.
“Strip and lie down on the exam table.”
Her heart immediately plummeted into the pit of her stomach, and her eyes snapped open. A fierce blush broke out on her face, growing even hotter when she turned to see Dr. Takemi still sitting, cool and casual, leaning forward with her cheek resting on her hand. There was an unwavering sternness in her gaze, one that offset the smile on her lips.
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me. Strip out of that silly outfit, then lay down on the table.”
Feeling as though she were a mouse at last cornered by a hungry cat, the teacher swallowed the nervous lump in her throat and nodded. “Um, okay. Do you need to…” She trailed off, her unspoken question already answered by the look on the doctor’s face.
No, she wouldn’t look away. Sadayo had already signed away her modesty.
She rose to her feet on shaking legs and untied her choker, placing it down on a nearby chair. Then she reached for the bow of her uniform, threw one last sheepish glance back at the leering doctor, and undid the oversized bow. Her teeth sank into her bottom lip as she shimmed out of her dress, letting it fall to the floor.
Next came her bra, after another panicked look met with the same unwavering stare. She turned away from the doctor, slid it off, and set it down.
“Everything, Ms. Kawakami.” Dr. Takemi’s voice was stern, with just a hint of playfulness that stoked the burning heat in the poor teacher’s belly and sent her blush racing to the rest of her body.
Sadayo nodded and stepped out of her shoes, pushing them aside. Then, she brought her left foot up to rest on the chair and slid her stocking down her pale, creamy thigh, her slender calf, and bunched it at her ankles.
Though her bra or panties should have been the garment that flustered her the most, her mouth ran dry and heart hammered in her chest at the thought of exposing her feet to the doctor. She didn’t know what to expect. And there was a unique terror in being restrained and barefoot.
Sadayo had a secret, one she’d never shared with anyone. It had been so long since she’d been close to anyone that she never had the chance, save one. A secret that she even kept from Ren, lest she turn their already unethical relationship into something indecent.
After her first visit to the spa, paid for by the administration in a shocking display of kindness and consideration, she’d discovered that her feet were exceptionally sensitive. Dangerously so. Halfway into her first foot massage, she’d slipped into a slack-jawed lull, producing sounds no respectable educator should ever make on a school-sponsored trip. It was a discovery she’d tried hard to sweep under the rug, paying the masseuse to ensure not a word of it made it to Ms. Chouno or any of the other teachers.
Now, as her stocking slipped past her round heel, the fabric sent a shiver up her spine as she slowly dragged it down her sole; she was forced to bite her lip and pray to any god that might be listening that the doctor wouldn’t find out. Her bubbly toes wiggled, scrunching to protest even her own attention.
“Tick-tock, Ms. Kawakami. The longer you take, the later we’ll be here.” Dr. Takemi spoke in a soft voice. Firm, but low enough to make her strain to listen.
“Of…of course!” She swallowed one last time and placed her now bared foot down on the floor, gasping when her sole, flushed and coated in the thinnest sheen of sweat, touched the cold tile. Then she repeated the process for the other foot, struggling against her growing anxiety. She folded her stockings and laid them on the chair.
Only one garment remained.
“Everything, Ms. Kawakami. It’s a vital part of the procedure.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Sadayo cursed her racing pulse. It was just a medical procedure. She’d done countless in her life, why would this be any different? Oh, but how couldn’t it be different with her watching, speaking to her in such a strong, commanding tone that brokered no argument. Eyes devouring every uncovered inch of her skin. ‘What am I thinking?!’ Sadayo shook her head and reached for her panties.
It was just a medical procedure. Dr. Takemi wasn’t the one being weird; she was. She just needed to finish undressing, lie down, and maybe enjoy herself.
Why, then, did it feel like a strip tease when she pushed her panties to the floor and stepped out of them? Why did she feel such a rush standing completely naked save her headband and twintails?
“Good girl. Now, lie down.”
Sadayo’s eyes snapped open, and though her thoughts turned to static, her body moved, obeying her command. She lied back on the exam table, arms at her sides, her feet — bare feet! — dangling at the end of the table, toes scrunching and flexing as if to ward off the doctor’s smirking gaze — staring; always staring!
“Is th-this — oh!” In a wink, the doctor was at her side, strapping her to the table. Thick leather straps, impossible for someone of her size to break free from. One just beneath her breasts, one across her hips, then another across her ankles. One. Two. Three tightening tugs stole her last chance at freedom.
Sadayo peered up at Dr. Takemi and felt a chill of dread and a rush of exhilaration race down to the tips of her curled toes. The way the light framed the doctor, forming a halo that blacked out all her features save for her thin, gleaming eyes, made her sweat.
“Comfy?”
“Um…I suppose so…”
“Good girl.”
Those damned words again. From anyone else, they’d have been patronizing. But from the good doctor, they blazed in Sadayo’s ears and made her insides squirm. She watched with nervous eyes as Dr. Takemi went to the sink and washed her hands. When she returned, she had a clipboard in hand.
“We’ll begin with a physical assessment. Please, try not to hold back your responses. This is for science, after all.” But the way she said it, wearing a smirk, told the poor teacher everything she needed to know.
“I’m — I’m not s-sure if —” But with the first touch, her mouth clamped shut and her eyes went wide. The doctor’s long, sharp nails grazed her naked stomach with long, languid swipes. Her index finger scratched in short strokes, while the others stayed still, merely dragged along with the movement of her hand to draw random shapes and patterns across her quivering tummy.
Dr. Takemi craned an eyebrow, focusing on the spot just above her hips. “Come now, Ms. Kawakami. I asked you nicely to not hold back your responses. If you won’t cooperate…” Her hand spidered upward. Her index finger drew gentle circles along the outside of her bellybutton. “I’ll punish you for breaching our agreement.”
Sadayo tried to hold back, but when the finger dipped into her navel, her willpower broke and her mouth flew open in a flurry of giggles.
“Eek! Hehehehe! Is — is this pahahart of the — Eep! Hehehehe! Pahahart of the experihihiment?!”
“Why, Ms. Kawakami, this is the experiment.” Dr. Takemi chuckled and finally let up after tormenting her bellybutton for a few more seconds. She took the pen from behind her ear and scribbled on her clipboard. “Thank you. Let’s move on.”
“W-wait! Are…was this j-just an excuse to tickle me?!” Sadayo asked. Her face was flushed, burning hotter than during her forced strip tease. Heart pounding, picking up speed as Dr. Takemi’s nails came near her trapped, trembling thighs.
“Of course not. This is a study on how tickling can be used as an intimate relaxation tool.” Her fingers wiggled, scraping the air just centimeters away from the teacher’s leg.
“In—” Sadayo gulped. “Intimate?”
“We are behind schedule, Ms. Kawakami. So let’s save any further questions for the review at the end. Now, if you don’t mind,” Dr. Takemi’s fingernails suddenly dug into Sadayo’s thigh, “let’s get back on task, shall we?”
“WAIT! Ehehehehe! Stahahahap!” There was no playful resistance, no possibility to fight back. The doctor’s nails were relentless and precise. And she couldn’t stop it. She could only lie back and laugh, squirming as much as the straps allowed.
Dr. Takemi’s nails skittered up to her hips, then down to her knee — squeezing just above it to make her howl — then back up again. But on the third pass, she slid between her legs, tickling her inner thighs all the way up to the edge of her naked pussy. Close enough to make her panic, but far enough to leave her wanting.
“NA — HAHAHA! STA — AHAHAHAP! NOHOHOHO!” Sadayo’s eyes welled up with the first prickle of tears, her body burning with shame when her hips thrust unconsciously toward the doctor’s fingers. But no matter how she thrashed, the straps held, and Dr. Takemi’s fingers continued their lazy rhythm in that same maddening spot.
Seconds. Minutes. Scratching, and scratching, and scratching. And then she stopped and pulled her hand away, making another note on her clipboard.
“That was much better, Ms. Kawakami.”
Click-clack. Click-clack. Click-clack.
Through tearful, blurred vision, Sadayo stared wide-eyed at the ceiling, gasping to catch her breath. An uncomfortable, but strangely alluring, heat burned between her legs. On some level, the doctor’s refusal to go higher frustrated her the most.
“I noticed something when you were undressing.”
Dr. Takemi’s voice caught her off guard, and her breath caught in her throat. She hadn’t paid attention to where the doctor had gone. But hearing her speak, she became painfully aware of what was coming next.
“No! N-no, no, no! P-Please not that! Y-you can t-tickle me anywhere else and I w-won’t com--complain! Just pl-please d-don’t—” Her toes scrunched, her feet trembling, pulling back as far as their bindings would allow.
“I noticed that you seemed very uncomfortable with removing your stockings. And how you gasped when your feet touched the floor.” Dr. Takemi leaned forward and tightened the strap holding her ankles. “Ms. Kawakami, would I be correct in assuming that your feet are rather…sensitive?”
“Please no! Please, please, please! Anywhere b-but my f-feet. They’re t-too…they’re too—” Suddenly she was back in the massage chair. The pumice stone scratching her heels and scraping her arches. Her mouth agape with gasping, moaning laughter. Her body betraying her in the most humiliating fashion.
But this time was so much worse. This time there was no escape.
“Please don’t tickle my feet!” The plea came out halfway between a scream and a whimper. She covered one foot with the other, then, when she saw the doctor move, quickly switched in a futile hope she might deter her.
“Oh my…hm, I think this might require a more thorough examination.” Dr. Takemi smirked and stepped away. Sadayo’s hopes that she’d changed her mind were dashed when she heard the doctor’s chair rolling closer. With a sigh, Dr. Takemi sat down, now eye level with the teacher’s trembling feet. “That’s much better. Let’s both get comfortable, I think I might be here for quite a while.”
“Nonono — NAHAHAHAHA! EEEHEHEHEHE! PLEHEHEHEASE! NOHOHOHO!” The first light scratch of a single fingernail, pressing into the ball of her foot, then sliding down to her heel, set off warning bells in Sadayo’s head. The thigh tickling had been maddening. But this? This was intolerable. This she could not handle.
Not for a second. And certainly not for however long the doctor meant to keep her here.
Her back arched, and laughter grew higher in pitch as the wicked nail worked its way back up her sole with short scratches, moving a centimeter at a time until it reached the base of her second toe. Then, it slid down to her heel and repeated the process.
Those staccato scratches were like something from the poor teacher’s darkest nightmares. Every flick of the doctor’s nail was an electric surge not just to her brain, but — to her absolute humiliation — also straight to her pussy. During the moments where Dr. Takemi’s evil nail climbed its way up her delicate arch, her hips bucked uncontrollably and heat bubbled in her core. When it reached the stem of her toes, her laughter became a shrill squeal.
“EEEHEHEHEHE! HEHEHE —- EEEHEHEHE! NYAAHAHA! PLEHEHE — HEHEHEASE!” Tears spilled down her cheeks; the boiling heat between her legs spilled down her thighs. She prayed the doctor wouldn’t notice. Hoped against all odds that the unbidden flames her damned finger was stoking would remain a secret.
After what felt like an eternity, Dr. Takemi’s finger retreated.
Sadayo’s toes wiggled, her right foot desperately rubbing against the left to try to bury the lingering ticklish sensation. Still giggling furiously, she hiccuped and gasped to catch her breath. Her relief was short-lived, stolen in ice-cold dread when she heard the doctor say.
“Let’s move on to the other foot. We’ll try something different this time.”
Different, as it turned out, was just a polite way of saying “worse.” Instead of one dreadful finger carving a path of ticklish destruction, she attacked her right sole with all five fingers.
“NYAHOHOHOHO! PLEEEE — EEEHEHEHEASE! STAHAHAHAHA!”
There was no more playful teasing, no more precise, experimental scratches. The doctor had mapped out her weakness and was putting all she’d learned to the test. Her fingers were quick, chasing her flailing foot wherever it fled.
She dug into her heel with all five fingers, squeezing and pinching. She raked her nails up and down her sole until Sadayo made the mistake of trying to pull away, spreading her toes in a moment of weakness. That moment was enough for Dr. Takemi to catch them in a firm grip and pull them taut.
Her last bit of freedom stolen, all Sadayo could do was scream when Dr. Takemi held her foot still and scraped her nails side-to-side along the ball of her foot.
Fast. Merciless. Devastating.
Sadayo’s mouth hung open in forced mirth, a trickle of drool leaking from its corner. Her laughter had mutated into a persistent scream. Like a camper trying to start a campfire with a pair of sticks, the brutal scratching stoked the heat between her thighs. Hotter. Hotter. And hotter still. Until she was ready to explode.
Hips thrusting. Thighs slick and dripping with unspent desire. Sadayo forced her mouth to form one last plea for mercy. A single word, scream-laughed until her voice broke.
“STAHAHA — AAAAHAHAHAHA — AAAAAHAHAHAP!”
Instead, Dr. Takemi’s nails slid down to Sadayo’s stretched, helpless arch, no longer scraping, but scribbling her fingers at a blistering pace. Down to the top of her heel; up to the edge of the ball of her foot. Reaching the edge, but never leaving that tender, sensitive spot.
As if she’d clipped the wrong wire on a ticking time bomb, the pressure that had been building between Sadayo’s thighs suddenly exploded. Her vision swam with tears and flashes of color, waves of unspent pleasure pouring through her, crashing into her, in a release years in the making. A release she’d been teased with that day at the spa.
But that was an unfortunate accident. This was deliberate humiliation. The doctor knew exactly what she was doing, and somehow knowing that made Sadayo cum even harder. But the orgasm wasn’t hers to enjoy alone. The doctor’s fingers refused to slow their relentless assault.
“NYAHAHAHAHA! TOHOHOHOO MAAHAHAHAACH! TOOO — AHAHAHAHA — TOOHOHOHO MAHAHAHACH!” The tickling was worse now as her nerves ignited with pleasure. Scratches that were once an electric current were now a barrage of lightning bolts. A thunderstorm that electrified the flood in which she was drowning.
And if that weren’t enough, the doctor opened her mouth and said in a sultry, teasing voice, “Such a good girl with such ticklish feet. Can you cum again for me? Will you cum again if I just keep tickle, tickle, tickling your soft little feet?”
“NOHOHOHO! DOHOHOHON’T! STAHAHAHAA — EEEHEHEHEHEE! — STAHAHAP!”
“Don’t stop? Well, alright then. But, I think we shouldn’t leave your other foot out. After all, a good girl with ticklish feet needs to have them both tickle, tickle, tickled!” In an instant, Dr. Takemi released her toes and dug into her left arch, repeating the pattern, but in the opposite direction.
Sadayo’s newfound freedom did absolutely nothing to offer her even a moment’s relief. Her toes scrunched, her feet pulled back, but the force of another orgasm, even stronger than the first, crashing into her held them perfectly still. Only the slightest twitch. Not nearly enough to escape the doctor’s long, wicked fingernails.
“AAAHAHAHAHAHA! PLAAHAHAHAHAHA! NAHAHAHAHA!” Any attempt at words died on her lips in a deluge of unhinged, hysterical laughter.
Cumming. Laughing. Cumming again. Laughing more.
Two folded into three. Three burst into four. Time ceased having any meaning as pleasure and suffering swept her away. Her nerves were stretched to their limit, alight with such sensitivity that the sensation of her own sweat leaking down her body added a new, maddening layer of ticklish torment.
Just as she was certain she would pass out, the doctor stopped. Scribbling on her clipboard, she click-clacked her way up to the head of the table. When she peered down at Sadayo, she wore a flushed, amorous grin on her face.
“You’ve done such a good job, Ms. Kawakami.” Dr. Takemi reached out and brushed the hair out of Sadayo’s sweaty face. Her fingers caressed her cheek, and her grin softened. “You’ve been the perfect test subject…I think you deserve a reward.”
In the haze of overdriven lust and ticklish giggles, Sadayo couldn’t string together a coherent thought to ponder the doctor’s reward. She vaguely saw her put down the clipboard, then move behind her head. But she did see the hands reaching for her heaving chest.
She saw the evil, wiggling fingers closing in on her breasts.
“N-N—” But she couldn’t find the words to speak before the nails dug into her sweat-streaked, ticklish mounds. With a fresh burst of energy, she threw her head back, squealing and shrieking. It wasn’t as intense as the tickling on her feet, but the nails skittering along her breasts were dreadful.
The sweat lubricated her skin, allowing the doctor’s nails to glide effortlessly. Teasing the tops, spider-walking right up to the edge of her areolas, but stopping short of touching them. Then, she scribbled her nails around the outside edge of her breasts, then into their unbearably sensitive undersides.
“AAHAHAHAHAHA! PLEEHEHEHEASE! I CAHAHAHAN’T — I CAHAHAHAN’T!” From this close, she could now look the doctor in the eye as she begged. But all she saw was a wicked gleam and teasing grin.
“You can! And you will. Because you’re a good girl who signed up to get tickle, tickle, tickled! So that’s what you’re going to do.” Dr. Takemi’s nails suddenly began to close in on the peaks of her breasts, where her perky, rock hard nipples waited like beacons. “You’re going to be tickled. You’re going to laugh. And you’re going to cum. As many times as I say.”
Sadayo thrashed and squirmed, her breasts bouncing but unable to avoid the inevitable. The doctor’s nails circled her areolas, closing in one loop at a time.
“So…are you ready to cum for me, Ms. Kawakami?”
“NOHOHOHO! PLEHEHEHEASE NOHOHO! IT’S TOOOHOHOHO MUCH!”
“Too bad…here it cums!” Dr. Takemi glommed onto Sadayo’s breasts, holding them still and using her index fingers to scratch and flick her puckered nipples. And though it didn’t quite reach the hellish depths of her arches, it was a circle of Hell all its own.
Sadayo felt utterly helpless, forced to watch her tormentor’s face. To watch her bite her lip and listen to her groan with satisfaction as the teacher’s screaming laughter grew with every subconscious thrust of her hips.
The pressure was building again. Burning. Hotter. Unbearable. The nails scratching her tortured peaks were utterly unbearable. Within seconds, she was cumming again, and the cycle was starting anew.
“NONONONO! AAAAHAHAHAHA! STAAAHAHAHAHAP!” Her voice cracked and turned to a squeal when the doctor’s fingers clamped down on her nipples. The pinches were firm, but didn’t hurt. Instead, they tickled horribly. Not as much as her nails. But enough to force another orgasm.
“You are such a little bundle of nerves, aren’t you, Ms. Kawakami? I am so grateful you decided to join me for this experiment. There’s so much stress pent up in you, isn’t there?”
To her confusion — and relief — Dr. Takemi released her breasts after only the second orgasm. Then, to her surprise, the doctor bent down and kissed the teacher’s panting, parted lips. It was a soft, short kiss, but when they parted, she lingered nearby. Gazing into the teacher’s eyes with an unreadable expression, stroking her cheek and brushing aside her tears.
“Are you ready for the next step?” She asked in a low voice.
Sadayo, still panting, still trembling, heart pounding in her ears, bit her lip. After a full minute of silence, she blushed and nodded. Her heart fluttered, and she moaned when Dr. Takemi kissed her again and whispered in her ear. “Good girl.”
The doctor stood up straight and walked away. She paused to make a note on her clipboard. When she returned, it was to Sadayo’s side. Her hand brushed against the teacher’s hips and slid between her legs once more.
“Don’t think I didn’t notice earlier.” Dr. Takemi teased, lightly scratching the teacher’s inner thigh once more. But instead of stopping short, her fingers trekked all the way up to her dripping core and traced her lips. “I think someone has a very, very ticklish pussy. And I think she wants me to tickle it, doesn’t she?”
She didn’t bother waiting for an answer. Nor did she need to. With just one finger tracing up and down the length of Sadayo’s slit, she’d already reduced her to gasping peels of laughter.
“Tiiiickle, tickle, tickle Ms. Kawakami…you can cum now. I know you want to. After all, you’re just soooo ticklish aren’t you?”
“AAAH — YEEHEHEHEHES! I AHAHAHAM! PLEHEEEE!” Sadayo squirmed. She thrashed and bucked her hips. Whenever the doctor’s finger slipped inside her, a moan burst through her laughter. When she added a second finger, then a third, then a fourth, her laughter grew more frantic. Louder. Breathier.
“Let me hear you say it, Ms. Kawakami. Tell me you’ve got a ticklish little pussy.” Dr. Takemi’s tickles lightened, pulling her back from the edge of the most explosive orgasm yet. No matter how she thrust or bucked, the doctor held her there.
“I CAHAHAHAHAN’T! I CAN’T! DOHOHOHON’T MAHAHAHAKE MEHEHE!” Sadayo shook her head. Her body burned. Of all the humiliation she’d endured — she’d loved and savored — that was the one thing she couldn’t do. If she admitted it…if she said it aloud…
“Say it, Ms. Kawakami.” The teasing edge in Dr. Takemi’s voice was gone. It wasn’t a request. It was an order. She leaned forward. Spread Sadayo’s lips to reveal her throbbing, swollen clit. Then, she circled it with one teasing finger. “Tell me to tickle you. Tell me you’re a good girl who loves to be tickled until she cums. Your stiff sensitive nipples. Your ticklish little clit. Your dreadfully, horribly ticklish feet. Tell me. Then cum for me.”
With a single, light touch, she tickled Sadayo’s clit. And the teacher came unbound.
“AAHAHAHAH! OHOHOHOHOKAHAAHAY! I WAHAHAHANT YOU TO!”
“To what?” Her tickling grew faster. Sadayo’s next orgasm hit.
“TEEEHEHEHE — TIHIHIHICKLE MEHEHEHE! PLEHEHEHEASE TEHEHEHECKLE MEHEHEE!”
“Where do you want me to tickle you?” She leaned down. Her fingers moved down to tickle the lips of her gushing pussy. Her tongue danced across the tip of her clit.
Sadayo screamed, and her tongue rolled out of her mouth.
“MY NIHIHHIHIPLES! MY — OH FAHAHAHCK — MY P-PAHAHA-PUSSY — EEEHEHEHE!”
“Mmmm, where else?” Dr. Takemi moaned and sucked her clit. Her tongue fluttered.
Another orgasm. Then another as the last one began.
The memory of her humiliating experience at the spa was almost static now. All she could remember was the brief moment of ecstasy she’d tried to bury. A scandalous voice in her subconscious that once whispered and now screamed:
“MY FEEEHEHEHET! TEEEEE — TEEEHEHEHE! PLEEHEHEHASE TIHIHIHICKLE MY FEEEEHEHEHET!” For five more glorious minutes, Sadayo writhed and laughed and came as the good doctor worshipped and tickled her pussy with her wonderful fingers and magical tongue. When she finally pulled away, the sobbing, gasping teacher had a smile a kilometer wide on her blushing face.
“Good girl.” Dr. Takemi smirked and returned to her clipboard. She hummed as she took down her notes, giving Sadayo a chance to calm down.
“Are…are we — oh fuck — are we d-done?” Sadayo asked when she finally found her voice again. She felt a cold child, and a rush of exhilaration, when the doctor flashed her a devious leer.
Dr. Takemi walked to the end of the table. With the push of a switch, the straps that once pinned her down snapped together, looping around her ankles and forcing her legs together. Now that they were no longer bound to the table, the doctor raised her legs, bending her knees toward her chest. Then, she reached up to the ceiling and pulled down a cable. She attached it to a hook on the straps binding Sadayo’s legs.
Knees tucked into her chest, she had more mobility than before, but not much. Her heart fluttered. A whimper escaped her lips, turning into a squealing giggle as the doctor began to tease her feet with one hand.
“I promised you a thorough examination…and, since you’ve been such a good girl, I thought I’d reward you by giving you exactly what you want.”
A buzz filled the room and caused Sadayo to gasp through her giggles. She looked up.
Dr. Takemi held up a vibrator with a smirk on her face.
“Shall we continue?”
Sadayo’s whole body tingled. Her toes curled and she bit her lip. Then, with a whimper, she nodded.
“Say it.” Dr. Takemi ordered.
“I…” She swallowed her nerves. Swallowed her shame. And with a breathless sigh, said, “P-Please t-tickle my f-feet, D-Dr. Takemi.”
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F/F | Feet Tickling | Breast Tickling | Pussy Tickling | Sapphic | Cunnilingus | Multiple Ticklegasms | FemDom
As the school day drew to a close, Sadayo Kawakami sat alone in the teacher’s office, reviewing homework assignments with a dazed look in her eyes. Life had become dull with Ren Amamiya returning home and the new semester starting up.
Sure, she was in a better place. But losing their special, and somewhat — okay, very — unethical friendship, felt like waking from a wonderful dream. Wistful. Empty. Longing to return.
Realizing she wasn’t in the right frame of mind to stay focused, she tucked the papers away in her bag. But instead of standing, she bit her lip and stared down at her feet.
Lethargy wasn’t the only thing troubling her. Although she’d found a way out of her debt prison, with a little help from the Phantom Thieves, money had become tight as of late. With her time at the maid service ended — she had no desire to be “Becky” ever again, but even if she did, Ren was her only consistent customer — there were few opportunities available to pick up some extra cash.
She could pick up hours at Ore no Beko or the Crossroads Bar, two locations she recalled Ren mentioning during one of their meetings. But she was already exhausted from the school day, working physically demanding jobs late into the night would surely come back to bite her. And frankly, the pay just wasn’t worth the effort.
Sadayo looked at her phone, scrolling through job listings with a heavy sigh. “Maybe I should ask for my old job back?” She wondered aloud. Nothing jumped out at her after several minutes of scrolling, so she gathered her things, shut down her computer and headed out for the night.
It wasn’t until she was nearly home, walking through Yongen-Jaya, past Leblanc on the off-chance she might run into him again, that she noticed a help wanted poster on a telephone pole. Normally, a single sheet of printer paper would be easy to ignore, but given her situation, she glanced at it.
She did a double-take when she saw a suspicious number of zeroes. She pulled the ad down:
Assistant Wanted
Local doctor seeking willing assistant to help with experimental relaxation treatment. Must be at least 20 years old and able to work evenings, including weekends, until the conclusion of the experiment
NDA is required and will be discussed prior to the start of the treatment.
If interested, visit the Takemi Medical Clinic for more details.
Sadayo read it three times, but after a thorough examination, she was certain she’d read it right.
Something still seemed off. The clinic’s reputation had improved recently — another miracle of his, no doubt — but the ad still seemed sketchy.
“But, that is a very, very generous payment.” She mused as she returned home. And she had been quite stressed lately. Maybe a relaxation treatment was exactly what she needed?
Worst-case scenario, if it seemed off, she’d just turn around and leave.
In the end, her nerves got to her.
She still wanted to take the job, but wondering what Ms. Chouno might say if she was spotted visiting the clinic — concocting some wild reason and running with it — she decided to play it safe.
The next evening, “Becky” stepped into the Takemi Medical Clinic after waiting for the street to clear. The maid uniform still fit, but months of not wearing it had left her feeling ridiculous. But, her finances weren’t improving, and the promise of being paid to relax overpowered her shame.
With a deep breath, Sadayo approached the vacant counter. She cleared her throat, hoping the doctor was nearby. Seconds turned into minutes; she rang the bell, praying the doctor wasn’t seeing a patient who might see her on their way out.
She was about to leave, but clacking footsteps froze her in place.
Dr. Tae Takemi was a peculiar woman. Said to be brilliant, she scarcely looked the part. Her white lab coat hung loose on her slender frame, open to show off the short, black punk rock dress she wore, secured by a thick red belt that dangled on her hips. The spiked choker around her neck completed a look that screamed anything except “I am a trusted medical professional.”
Still, Sadayo was no better dressed. Dr. Takemi raised an eyebrow and looked her up and down. Then, in a dry voice, she asked, “Can I help you?”
“Oh! Um…well, you see, um…”
“Do you need an ointment? Maybe a topical cream? Did one of your clients give you something you’d like to keep discreet?” She didn’t even seem bothered by the outfit.
“No! No, no. Um, no. Thank you. I was actually here…about…” Sadayo lifted the sheet of paper she’d taken from the telephone pole. “Your ad?”
Dr. Takemi blinked, a look of shock breaking through her icy facade. “Oh!” Her eyes scanned Sadayo from top to bottom once more. “You’re sure?”
Sadayo tensed, but kept her practiced smile on her face. “Yup! I mean. Yes, ma’am.” She prayed the doctor wouldn’t ask about the outfit. That first look told her it was a stupid idea. She waited anxiously, holding her breath as the doctor took one last look.
Then, to her immense relief, Dr. Takemi shrugged. Wearing a tiny, unreadable smile, she nodded at the door. “Come on back and we’ll get started.”
“Wait, right now? Isn’t there a form I have to sign? Shouldn’t we go over what we’ll be doing?” Questions came to mind faster than she could ask as the doctor opened the door.
Once the bewildered teacher stepped into the room, Dr. Takemi went to the front door, flipped the sign to “Closed” and locked it behind her.
“Is…that necessary?”
“It is. The first trial will take us a few hours, and it will have a negative impact on the experiment if we’re interrupted.” Dr. Takemi slid into her office chair with the grace of an angel. Then, she crossed one leg over the other with the elegance of a demon.
Sadayo’s eyes were drawn to her shoes. Black high-heeled sandals that were little more than platforms with straps on them. Her toenails were painted a vivid shade of cherry red that stood out against her pale skin and the whites and blacks of her outfit.
Dr. Takemi kicked her foot and took a clipboard from her desk. “Please, have a seat. We’ll get the boring stuff out of the way, then get you strapped in.”
“Strapped?” Sadayo’s voice cracked. Despite her pounding heart, she obeyed the unspoken command when Dr. Takemi glanced at her over the top of the clipboard. She sat on the table, folded her hands in her lap, and stared at the door.
“It’s standard procedure. Now, I just need to get some information before we get started.”
“And you decided the best course of action was to disguise yourself as a maid?” Dr. Takemi laughed. Not a mean-spirited laugh, but one that recognized the absurdity of the situation. One so infectious that Sadayo couldn’t help but laugh as well, despite the fierce blush on her cheeks.
“It sounds so silly when you say it out loud, but, yes. There’s this co-worker of mine…” She trailed off and leaned back on the heels of her hands, looking at the ceiling. “She’s a nice woman, but it feels like she’s always trying to look for anything to get me in trouble.”
Dr. Takemi nodded. “I’ve worked with people like that. The best thing you can do is ignore them and let your work speak for itself.”
“You’re probably right. I just wish my superiors felt that way.” Sadayo sighed.
“It definitely sounds to me like you could use some relaxation.” The doctor leaned forward with a smile that was somewhere between a concerned old friend and a cat eying a canary. “Since your paperwork is all done,” she gestured to the signed NDA and New Patient sheet on the desk. “Shall we get started? We have a lot to get through, and only a few hours to do so.”
Sadayo nodded. The nerves she’d managed to suppress during her conversation with Dr. Takemi came flooding back in full force. Shoulders tightened; knees clamped together. She felt her heart race, now unsure of what to do with her hands.
“So, um…how do we start?” She asked with a nervous laugh.
“Strip and lie down on the exam table.”
Her heart immediately plummeted into the pit of her stomach, and her eyes snapped open. A fierce blush broke out on her face, growing even hotter when she turned to see Dr. Takemi still sitting, cool and casual, leaning forward with her cheek resting on her hand. There was an unwavering sternness in her gaze, one that offset the smile on her lips.
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me. Strip out of that silly outfit, then lay down on the table.”
Feeling as though she were a mouse at last cornered by a hungry cat, the teacher swallowed the nervous lump in her throat and nodded. “Um, okay. Do you need to…” She trailed off, her unspoken question already answered by the look on the doctor’s face.
No, she wouldn’t look away. Sadayo had already signed away her modesty.
She rose to her feet on shaking legs and untied her choker, placing it down on a nearby chair. Then she reached for the bow of her uniform, threw one last sheepish glance back at the leering doctor, and undid the oversized bow. Her teeth sank into her bottom lip as she shimmed out of her dress, letting it fall to the floor.
Next came her bra, after another panicked look met with the same unwavering stare. She turned away from the doctor, slid it off, and set it down.
“Everything, Ms. Kawakami.” Dr. Takemi’s voice was stern, with just a hint of playfulness that stoked the burning heat in the poor teacher’s belly and sent her blush racing to the rest of her body.
Sadayo nodded and stepped out of her shoes, pushing them aside. Then, she brought her left foot up to rest on the chair and slid her stocking down her pale, creamy thigh, her slender calf, and bunched it at her ankles.
Though her bra or panties should have been the garment that flustered her the most, her mouth ran dry and heart hammered in her chest at the thought of exposing her feet to the doctor. She didn’t know what to expect. And there was a unique terror in being restrained and barefoot.
Sadayo had a secret, one she’d never shared with anyone. It had been so long since she’d been close to anyone that she never had the chance, save one. A secret that she even kept from Ren, lest she turn their already unethical relationship into something indecent.
After her first visit to the spa, paid for by the administration in a shocking display of kindness and consideration, she’d discovered that her feet were exceptionally sensitive. Dangerously so. Halfway into her first foot massage, she’d slipped into a slack-jawed lull, producing sounds no respectable educator should ever make on a school-sponsored trip. It was a discovery she’d tried hard to sweep under the rug, paying the masseuse to ensure not a word of it made it to Ms. Chouno or any of the other teachers.
Now, as her stocking slipped past her round heel, the fabric sent a shiver up her spine as she slowly dragged it down her sole; she was forced to bite her lip and pray to any god that might be listening that the doctor wouldn’t find out. Her bubbly toes wiggled, scrunching to protest even her own attention.
“Tick-tock, Ms. Kawakami. The longer you take, the later we’ll be here.” Dr. Takemi spoke in a soft voice. Firm, but low enough to make her strain to listen.
“Of…of course!” She swallowed one last time and placed her now bared foot down on the floor, gasping when her sole, flushed and coated in the thinnest sheen of sweat, touched the cold tile. Then she repeated the process for the other foot, struggling against her growing anxiety. She folded her stockings and laid them on the chair.
Only one garment remained.
“Everything, Ms. Kawakami. It’s a vital part of the procedure.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Sadayo cursed her racing pulse. It was just a medical procedure. She’d done countless in her life, why would this be any different? Oh, but how couldn’t it be different with her watching, speaking to her in such a strong, commanding tone that brokered no argument. Eyes devouring every uncovered inch of her skin. ‘What am I thinking?!’ Sadayo shook her head and reached for her panties.
It was just a medical procedure. Dr. Takemi wasn’t the one being weird; she was. She just needed to finish undressing, lie down, and maybe enjoy herself.
Why, then, did it feel like a strip tease when she pushed her panties to the floor and stepped out of them? Why did she feel such a rush standing completely naked save her headband and twintails?
“Good girl. Now, lie down.”
Sadayo’s eyes snapped open, and though her thoughts turned to static, her body moved, obeying her command. She lied back on the exam table, arms at her sides, her feet — bare feet! — dangling at the end of the table, toes scrunching and flexing as if to ward off the doctor’s smirking gaze — staring; always staring!
“Is th-this — oh!” In a wink, the doctor was at her side, strapping her to the table. Thick leather straps, impossible for someone of her size to break free from. One just beneath her breasts, one across her hips, then another across her ankles. One. Two. Three tightening tugs stole her last chance at freedom.
Sadayo peered up at Dr. Takemi and felt a chill of dread and a rush of exhilaration race down to the tips of her curled toes. The way the light framed the doctor, forming a halo that blacked out all her features save for her thin, gleaming eyes, made her sweat.
“Comfy?”
“Um…I suppose so…”
“Good girl.”
Those damned words again. From anyone else, they’d have been patronizing. But from the good doctor, they blazed in Sadayo’s ears and made her insides squirm. She watched with nervous eyes as Dr. Takemi went to the sink and washed her hands. When she returned, she had a clipboard in hand.
“We’ll begin with a physical assessment. Please, try not to hold back your responses. This is for science, after all.” But the way she said it, wearing a smirk, told the poor teacher everything she needed to know.
“I’m — I’m not s-sure if —” But with the first touch, her mouth clamped shut and her eyes went wide. The doctor’s long, sharp nails grazed her naked stomach with long, languid swipes. Her index finger scratched in short strokes, while the others stayed still, merely dragged along with the movement of her hand to draw random shapes and patterns across her quivering tummy.
Dr. Takemi craned an eyebrow, focusing on the spot just above her hips. “Come now, Ms. Kawakami. I asked you nicely to not hold back your responses. If you won’t cooperate…” Her hand spidered upward. Her index finger drew gentle circles along the outside of her bellybutton. “I’ll punish you for breaching our agreement.”
Sadayo tried to hold back, but when the finger dipped into her navel, her willpower broke and her mouth flew open in a flurry of giggles.
“Eek! Hehehehe! Is — is this pahahart of the — Eep! Hehehehe! Pahahart of the experihihiment?!”
“Why, Ms. Kawakami, this is the experiment.” Dr. Takemi chuckled and finally let up after tormenting her bellybutton for a few more seconds. She took the pen from behind her ear and scribbled on her clipboard. “Thank you. Let’s move on.”
“W-wait! Are…was this j-just an excuse to tickle me?!” Sadayo asked. Her face was flushed, burning hotter than during her forced strip tease. Heart pounding, picking up speed as Dr. Takemi’s nails came near her trapped, trembling thighs.
“Of course not. This is a study on how tickling can be used as an intimate relaxation tool.” Her fingers wiggled, scraping the air just centimeters away from the teacher’s leg.
“In—” Sadayo gulped. “Intimate?”
“We are behind schedule, Ms. Kawakami. So let’s save any further questions for the review at the end. Now, if you don’t mind,” Dr. Takemi’s fingernails suddenly dug into Sadayo’s thigh, “let’s get back on task, shall we?”
“WAIT! Ehehehehe! Stahahahap!” There was no playful resistance, no possibility to fight back. The doctor’s nails were relentless and precise. And she couldn’t stop it. She could only lie back and laugh, squirming as much as the straps allowed.
Dr. Takemi’s nails skittered up to her hips, then down to her knee — squeezing just above it to make her howl — then back up again. But on the third pass, she slid between her legs, tickling her inner thighs all the way up to the edge of her naked pussy. Close enough to make her panic, but far enough to leave her wanting.
“NA — HAHAHA! STA — AHAHAHAP! NOHOHOHO!” Sadayo’s eyes welled up with the first prickle of tears, her body burning with shame when her hips thrust unconsciously toward the doctor’s fingers. But no matter how she thrashed, the straps held, and Dr. Takemi’s fingers continued their lazy rhythm in that same maddening spot.
Seconds. Minutes. Scratching, and scratching, and scratching. And then she stopped and pulled her hand away, making another note on her clipboard.
“That was much better, Ms. Kawakami.”
Click-clack. Click-clack. Click-clack.
Through tearful, blurred vision, Sadayo stared wide-eyed at the ceiling, gasping to catch her breath. An uncomfortable, but strangely alluring, heat burned between her legs. On some level, the doctor’s refusal to go higher frustrated her the most.
“I noticed something when you were undressing.”
Dr. Takemi’s voice caught her off guard, and her breath caught in her throat. She hadn’t paid attention to where the doctor had gone. But hearing her speak, she became painfully aware of what was coming next.
“No! N-no, no, no! P-Please not that! Y-you can t-tickle me anywhere else and I w-won’t com--complain! Just pl-please d-don’t—” Her toes scrunched, her feet trembling, pulling back as far as their bindings would allow.
“I noticed that you seemed very uncomfortable with removing your stockings. And how you gasped when your feet touched the floor.” Dr. Takemi leaned forward and tightened the strap holding her ankles. “Ms. Kawakami, would I be correct in assuming that your feet are rather…sensitive?”
“Please no! Please, please, please! Anywhere b-but my f-feet. They’re t-too…they’re too—” Suddenly she was back in the massage chair. The pumice stone scratching her heels and scraping her arches. Her mouth agape with gasping, moaning laughter. Her body betraying her in the most humiliating fashion.
But this time was so much worse. This time there was no escape.
“Please don’t tickle my feet!” The plea came out halfway between a scream and a whimper. She covered one foot with the other, then, when she saw the doctor move, quickly switched in a futile hope she might deter her.
“Oh my…hm, I think this might require a more thorough examination.” Dr. Takemi smirked and stepped away. Sadayo’s hopes that she’d changed her mind were dashed when she heard the doctor’s chair rolling closer. With a sigh, Dr. Takemi sat down, now eye level with the teacher’s trembling feet. “That’s much better. Let’s both get comfortable, I think I might be here for quite a while.”
“Nonono — NAHAHAHAHA! EEEHEHEHEHE! PLEHEHEHEASE! NOHOHOHO!” The first light scratch of a single fingernail, pressing into the ball of her foot, then sliding down to her heel, set off warning bells in Sadayo’s head. The thigh tickling had been maddening. But this? This was intolerable. This she could not handle.
Not for a second. And certainly not for however long the doctor meant to keep her here.
Her back arched, and laughter grew higher in pitch as the wicked nail worked its way back up her sole with short scratches, moving a centimeter at a time until it reached the base of her second toe. Then, it slid down to her heel and repeated the process.
Those staccato scratches were like something from the poor teacher’s darkest nightmares. Every flick of the doctor’s nail was an electric surge not just to her brain, but — to her absolute humiliation — also straight to her pussy. During the moments where Dr. Takemi’s evil nail climbed its way up her delicate arch, her hips bucked uncontrollably and heat bubbled in her core. When it reached the stem of her toes, her laughter became a shrill squeal.
“EEEHEHEHEHE! HEHEHE —- EEEHEHEHE! NYAAHAHA! PLEHEHE — HEHEHEASE!” Tears spilled down her cheeks; the boiling heat between her legs spilled down her thighs. She prayed the doctor wouldn’t notice. Hoped against all odds that the unbidden flames her damned finger was stoking would remain a secret.
After what felt like an eternity, Dr. Takemi’s finger retreated.
Sadayo’s toes wiggled, her right foot desperately rubbing against the left to try to bury the lingering ticklish sensation. Still giggling furiously, she hiccuped and gasped to catch her breath. Her relief was short-lived, stolen in ice-cold dread when she heard the doctor say.
“Let’s move on to the other foot. We’ll try something different this time.”
Different, as it turned out, was just a polite way of saying “worse.” Instead of one dreadful finger carving a path of ticklish destruction, she attacked her right sole with all five fingers.
“NYAHOHOHOHO! PLEEEE — EEEHEHEHEASE! STAHAHAHAHA!”
There was no more playful teasing, no more precise, experimental scratches. The doctor had mapped out her weakness and was putting all she’d learned to the test. Her fingers were quick, chasing her flailing foot wherever it fled.
She dug into her heel with all five fingers, squeezing and pinching. She raked her nails up and down her sole until Sadayo made the mistake of trying to pull away, spreading her toes in a moment of weakness. That moment was enough for Dr. Takemi to catch them in a firm grip and pull them taut.
Her last bit of freedom stolen, all Sadayo could do was scream when Dr. Takemi held her foot still and scraped her nails side-to-side along the ball of her foot.
Fast. Merciless. Devastating.
Sadayo’s mouth hung open in forced mirth, a trickle of drool leaking from its corner. Her laughter had mutated into a persistent scream. Like a camper trying to start a campfire with a pair of sticks, the brutal scratching stoked the heat between her thighs. Hotter. Hotter. And hotter still. Until she was ready to explode.
Hips thrusting. Thighs slick and dripping with unspent desire. Sadayo forced her mouth to form one last plea for mercy. A single word, scream-laughed until her voice broke.
“STAHAHA — AAAAHAHAHAHA — AAAAAHAHAHAP!”
Instead, Dr. Takemi’s nails slid down to Sadayo’s stretched, helpless arch, no longer scraping, but scribbling her fingers at a blistering pace. Down to the top of her heel; up to the edge of the ball of her foot. Reaching the edge, but never leaving that tender, sensitive spot.
As if she’d clipped the wrong wire on a ticking time bomb, the pressure that had been building between Sadayo’s thighs suddenly exploded. Her vision swam with tears and flashes of color, waves of unspent pleasure pouring through her, crashing into her, in a release years in the making. A release she’d been teased with that day at the spa.
But that was an unfortunate accident. This was deliberate humiliation. The doctor knew exactly what she was doing, and somehow knowing that made Sadayo cum even harder. But the orgasm wasn’t hers to enjoy alone. The doctor’s fingers refused to slow their relentless assault.
“NYAHAHAHAHA! TOHOHOHOO MAAHAHAHAACH! TOOO — AHAHAHAHA — TOOHOHOHO MAHAHAHACH!” The tickling was worse now as her nerves ignited with pleasure. Scratches that were once an electric current were now a barrage of lightning bolts. A thunderstorm that electrified the flood in which she was drowning.
And if that weren’t enough, the doctor opened her mouth and said in a sultry, teasing voice, “Such a good girl with such ticklish feet. Can you cum again for me? Will you cum again if I just keep tickle, tickle, tickling your soft little feet?”
“NOHOHOHO! DOHOHOHON’T! STAHAHAHAA — EEEHEHEHEHEE! — STAHAHAP!”
“Don’t stop? Well, alright then. But, I think we shouldn’t leave your other foot out. After all, a good girl with ticklish feet needs to have them both tickle, tickle, tickled!” In an instant, Dr. Takemi released her toes and dug into her left arch, repeating the pattern, but in the opposite direction.
Sadayo’s newfound freedom did absolutely nothing to offer her even a moment’s relief. Her toes scrunched, her feet pulled back, but the force of another orgasm, even stronger than the first, crashing into her held them perfectly still. Only the slightest twitch. Not nearly enough to escape the doctor’s long, wicked fingernails.
“AAAHAHAHAHAHA! PLAAHAHAHAHAHA! NAHAHAHAHA!” Any attempt at words died on her lips in a deluge of unhinged, hysterical laughter.
Cumming. Laughing. Cumming again. Laughing more.
Two folded into three. Three burst into four. Time ceased having any meaning as pleasure and suffering swept her away. Her nerves were stretched to their limit, alight with such sensitivity that the sensation of her own sweat leaking down her body added a new, maddening layer of ticklish torment.
Just as she was certain she would pass out, the doctor stopped. Scribbling on her clipboard, she click-clacked her way up to the head of the table. When she peered down at Sadayo, she wore a flushed, amorous grin on her face.
“You’ve done such a good job, Ms. Kawakami.” Dr. Takemi reached out and brushed the hair out of Sadayo’s sweaty face. Her fingers caressed her cheek, and her grin softened. “You’ve been the perfect test subject…I think you deserve a reward.”
In the haze of overdriven lust and ticklish giggles, Sadayo couldn’t string together a coherent thought to ponder the doctor’s reward. She vaguely saw her put down the clipboard, then move behind her head. But she did see the hands reaching for her heaving chest.
She saw the evil, wiggling fingers closing in on her breasts.
“N-N—” But she couldn’t find the words to speak before the nails dug into her sweat-streaked, ticklish mounds. With a fresh burst of energy, she threw her head back, squealing and shrieking. It wasn’t as intense as the tickling on her feet, but the nails skittering along her breasts were dreadful.
The sweat lubricated her skin, allowing the doctor’s nails to glide effortlessly. Teasing the tops, spider-walking right up to the edge of her areolas, but stopping short of touching them. Then, she scribbled her nails around the outside edge of her breasts, then into their unbearably sensitive undersides.
“AAHAHAHAHAHA! PLEEHEHEHEASE! I CAHAHAHAN’T — I CAHAHAHAN’T!” From this close, she could now look the doctor in the eye as she begged. But all she saw was a wicked gleam and teasing grin.
“You can! And you will. Because you’re a good girl who signed up to get tickle, tickle, tickled! So that’s what you’re going to do.” Dr. Takemi’s nails suddenly began to close in on the peaks of her breasts, where her perky, rock hard nipples waited like beacons. “You’re going to be tickled. You’re going to laugh. And you’re going to cum. As many times as I say.”
Sadayo thrashed and squirmed, her breasts bouncing but unable to avoid the inevitable. The doctor’s nails circled her areolas, closing in one loop at a time.
“So…are you ready to cum for me, Ms. Kawakami?”
“NOHOHOHO! PLEHEHEHEASE NOHOHO! IT’S TOOOHOHOHO MUCH!”
“Too bad…here it cums!” Dr. Takemi glommed onto Sadayo’s breasts, holding them still and using her index fingers to scratch and flick her puckered nipples. And though it didn’t quite reach the hellish depths of her arches, it was a circle of Hell all its own.
Sadayo felt utterly helpless, forced to watch her tormentor’s face. To watch her bite her lip and listen to her groan with satisfaction as the teacher’s screaming laughter grew with every subconscious thrust of her hips.
The pressure was building again. Burning. Hotter. Unbearable. The nails scratching her tortured peaks were utterly unbearable. Within seconds, she was cumming again, and the cycle was starting anew.
“NONONONO! AAAAHAHAHAHA! STAAAHAHAHAHAP!” Her voice cracked and turned to a squeal when the doctor’s fingers clamped down on her nipples. The pinches were firm, but didn’t hurt. Instead, they tickled horribly. Not as much as her nails. But enough to force another orgasm.
“You are such a little bundle of nerves, aren’t you, Ms. Kawakami? I am so grateful you decided to join me for this experiment. There’s so much stress pent up in you, isn’t there?”
To her confusion — and relief — Dr. Takemi released her breasts after only the second orgasm. Then, to her surprise, the doctor bent down and kissed the teacher’s panting, parted lips. It was a soft, short kiss, but when they parted, she lingered nearby. Gazing into the teacher’s eyes with an unreadable expression, stroking her cheek and brushing aside her tears.
“Are you ready for the next step?” She asked in a low voice.
Sadayo, still panting, still trembling, heart pounding in her ears, bit her lip. After a full minute of silence, she blushed and nodded. Her heart fluttered, and she moaned when Dr. Takemi kissed her again and whispered in her ear. “Good girl.”
The doctor stood up straight and walked away. She paused to make a note on her clipboard. When she returned, it was to Sadayo’s side. Her hand brushed against the teacher’s hips and slid between her legs once more.
“Don’t think I didn’t notice earlier.” Dr. Takemi teased, lightly scratching the teacher’s inner thigh once more. But instead of stopping short, her fingers trekked all the way up to her dripping core and traced her lips. “I think someone has a very, very ticklish pussy. And I think she wants me to tickle it, doesn’t she?”
She didn’t bother waiting for an answer. Nor did she need to. With just one finger tracing up and down the length of Sadayo’s slit, she’d already reduced her to gasping peels of laughter.
“Tiiiickle, tickle, tickle Ms. Kawakami…you can cum now. I know you want to. After all, you’re just soooo ticklish aren’t you?”
“AAAH — YEEHEHEHEHES! I AHAHAHAM! PLEHEEEE!” Sadayo squirmed. She thrashed and bucked her hips. Whenever the doctor’s finger slipped inside her, a moan burst through her laughter. When she added a second finger, then a third, then a fourth, her laughter grew more frantic. Louder. Breathier.
“Let me hear you say it, Ms. Kawakami. Tell me you’ve got a ticklish little pussy.” Dr. Takemi’s tickles lightened, pulling her back from the edge of the most explosive orgasm yet. No matter how she thrust or bucked, the doctor held her there.
“I CAHAHAHAHAN’T! I CAN’T! DOHOHOHON’T MAHAHAHAKE MEHEHE!” Sadayo shook her head. Her body burned. Of all the humiliation she’d endured — she’d loved and savored — that was the one thing she couldn’t do. If she admitted it…if she said it aloud…
“Say it, Ms. Kawakami.” The teasing edge in Dr. Takemi’s voice was gone. It wasn’t a request. It was an order. She leaned forward. Spread Sadayo’s lips to reveal her throbbing, swollen clit. Then, she circled it with one teasing finger. “Tell me to tickle you. Tell me you’re a good girl who loves to be tickled until she cums. Your stiff sensitive nipples. Your ticklish little clit. Your dreadfully, horribly ticklish feet. Tell me. Then cum for me.”
With a single, light touch, she tickled Sadayo’s clit. And the teacher came unbound.
“AAHAHAHAH! OHOHOHOHOKAHAAHAY! I WAHAHAHANT YOU TO!”
“To what?” Her tickling grew faster. Sadayo’s next orgasm hit.
“TEEEHEHEHE — TIHIHIHICKLE MEHEHEHE! PLEHEHEHEASE TEHEHEHECKLE MEHEHEE!”
“Where do you want me to tickle you?” She leaned down. Her fingers moved down to tickle the lips of her gushing pussy. Her tongue danced across the tip of her clit.
Sadayo screamed, and her tongue rolled out of her mouth.
“MY NIHIHHIHIPLES! MY — OH FAHAHAHCK — MY P-PAHAHA-PUSSY — EEEHEHEHE!”
“Mmmm, where else?” Dr. Takemi moaned and sucked her clit. Her tongue fluttered.
Another orgasm. Then another as the last one began.
The memory of her humiliating experience at the spa was almost static now. All she could remember was the brief moment of ecstasy she’d tried to bury. A scandalous voice in her subconscious that once whispered and now screamed:
“MY FEEEHEHEHET! TEEEEE — TEEEHEHEHE! PLEEHEHEHASE TIHIHIHICKLE MY FEEEEHEHEHET!” For five more glorious minutes, Sadayo writhed and laughed and came as the good doctor worshipped and tickled her pussy with her wonderful fingers and magical tongue. When she finally pulled away, the sobbing, gasping teacher had a smile a kilometer wide on her blushing face.
“Good girl.” Dr. Takemi smirked and returned to her clipboard. She hummed as she took down her notes, giving Sadayo a chance to calm down.
“Are…are we — oh fuck — are we d-done?” Sadayo asked when she finally found her voice again. She felt a cold child, and a rush of exhilaration, when the doctor flashed her a devious leer.
Dr. Takemi walked to the end of the table. With the push of a switch, the straps that once pinned her down snapped together, looping around her ankles and forcing her legs together. Now that they were no longer bound to the table, the doctor raised her legs, bending her knees toward her chest. Then, she reached up to the ceiling and pulled down a cable. She attached it to a hook on the straps binding Sadayo’s legs.
Knees tucked into her chest, she had more mobility than before, but not much. Her heart fluttered. A whimper escaped her lips, turning into a squealing giggle as the doctor began to tease her feet with one hand.
“I promised you a thorough examination…and, since you’ve been such a good girl, I thought I’d reward you by giving you exactly what you want.”
A buzz filled the room and caused Sadayo to gasp through her giggles. She looked up.
Dr. Takemi held up a vibrator with a smirk on her face.
“Shall we continue?”
Sadayo’s whole body tingled. Her toes curled and she bit her lip. Then, with a whimper, she nodded.
“Say it.” Dr. Takemi ordered.
“I…” She swallowed her nerves. Swallowed her shame. And with a breathless sigh, said, “P-Please t-tickle my f-feet, D-Dr. Takemi.”
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