TickleScout
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...but, there's a first time for everything, I suppose.
(BTW, long time lurker, first time writer. I just had to get the experience I had today out somewhere! Female, 'lee, 5'10", age 26.)
Today was the day of my yearly dentist appointment. I've been dreading it for weeks. For me, there's absolutely nothing fun about people sticking their fingers, horribly uncomfortable x-ray tabs, and sharp objects in my mouth. It's just one of those necessary evils that I know is important, so I always go. I sat for only a minute or two in the waiting room before being called back. This dentist office is actually really punctual, which I've always appreciated about them.
I have healthy teeth, so my time with the dental hygienist was really quick. She got through all the x-rays, tooth inspection, and teeth polishing in no time. All that was left to do was get a quick check-in with the official dentist, and then I would be free to go.
The dentist, a tall, cheerful middle-aged man, enters my examination room and greets me with a big smile and a joke. Oh right, I remember, I like this dentist, he's really nice. He's just one of those men you meet and you're like, wow, yeah, ok you're such a dad, haha. We make some quick small talk and a few jokes, then he gets on with the check-up. He goes over my teeth; everything is good. He asks the dental hygienist, who was still in the room, if she had anything to report; no, nothing to report. He looks at the roof of my mouth; I apparently have more bone there than is typical, but that's of no concern, he was just telling me. He moves to my jaw and he feels it for a second; all good there. Then.... THEN... oh boy...
His fingers move to my neck. Oh god, I didn't remember that this was part of a dentist check up. My heartbeat increases, waiting to see if he's just going to press on my throat for a second or if I'm going to be in trouble.
His fingers start quickly piano-ing around the sides of my throat. Not hard, not soft: just that perfectly torturous medium pressure. It instantly tickles, but I'm trying hard not to show it. I'm caught off guard, I feel vulnerable. He's my dentist, for god's sake. He's probably twice my age. There's a definite power dynamic at play, but until that moment, it wasn't really relevant. He keeps doing it, feeling my tonsils or something, and I can't take it. My defenses crumble and let out a loud giddy laugh, my body jerking in concert.
"Wow! She's ticklish, isn't she?" He notes to the hygienist. She chuckles at me. "She nearly jumped out of the chair!" My cheeks flush red.
"Now don't worry, this is all veeerrrryyy clinical," he teasingly assures me, a kind smile on his face.
"Yup, very clinical," he repeats, grinning as he turns my head from one side to the other, feeling my neck muscles to complete his exam. I am better able to tolerate this, but the flush on my cheeks and tight smile reveal that I'm still struggling to regain composure. "Clinical, clinical, clinical," he muses.
He maneuvers my head so that it is once again face up to the ceiling. Suddenly, his fingers return to my neck, piano-ing and spidering with that same torturous pressure as before. I start cracking up, giggling, and squirming in the exam chair. "Now this is NOT clinical, nope, nope, nope," he teases, confirming that he is, indeed, intentionally tickling me.
My heart jumps into my throat with that realization. OH MY GOD. I can feel my mind go into a small, embarrassed, yet happy place as I am tickled. I can hear the dentist and the hygienist both laughing, obviously having a lot of fun with it, themselves.
He continues tickling me for a good few seconds and then he stops, returning the conversation to the exam. I honestly don't remember what we said right after the tickling. I was in a daze. One of those, wow, did that just happen, moments. Nevertheless, the exam was over then, so we said goodbye and I walked out to my car, still in shock, but beaming.
That was a truly wholesome tickling experience. I didn't expect it. I didn't ask for it. It was so innocent and kindhearted. It was the first time I had felt seen by someone who didn't even know about my need for tickling in a long time. It's one of those things many 'lees dream about: Someone, especially an authority figure, discovering we are ticklish and deciding to have fun with it. As all of us here know, this kind of stuff just doesn't happen every day.
I'm sure happy it happened today, though.
(BTW, long time lurker, first time writer. I just had to get the experience I had today out somewhere! Female, 'lee, 5'10", age 26.)
Today was the day of my yearly dentist appointment. I've been dreading it for weeks. For me, there's absolutely nothing fun about people sticking their fingers, horribly uncomfortable x-ray tabs, and sharp objects in my mouth. It's just one of those necessary evils that I know is important, so I always go. I sat for only a minute or two in the waiting room before being called back. This dentist office is actually really punctual, which I've always appreciated about them.
I have healthy teeth, so my time with the dental hygienist was really quick. She got through all the x-rays, tooth inspection, and teeth polishing in no time. All that was left to do was get a quick check-in with the official dentist, and then I would be free to go.
The dentist, a tall, cheerful middle-aged man, enters my examination room and greets me with a big smile and a joke. Oh right, I remember, I like this dentist, he's really nice. He's just one of those men you meet and you're like, wow, yeah, ok you're such a dad, haha. We make some quick small talk and a few jokes, then he gets on with the check-up. He goes over my teeth; everything is good. He asks the dental hygienist, who was still in the room, if she had anything to report; no, nothing to report. He looks at the roof of my mouth; I apparently have more bone there than is typical, but that's of no concern, he was just telling me. He moves to my jaw and he feels it for a second; all good there. Then.... THEN... oh boy...
His fingers move to my neck. Oh god, I didn't remember that this was part of a dentist check up. My heartbeat increases, waiting to see if he's just going to press on my throat for a second or if I'm going to be in trouble.
His fingers start quickly piano-ing around the sides of my throat. Not hard, not soft: just that perfectly torturous medium pressure. It instantly tickles, but I'm trying hard not to show it. I'm caught off guard, I feel vulnerable. He's my dentist, for god's sake. He's probably twice my age. There's a definite power dynamic at play, but until that moment, it wasn't really relevant. He keeps doing it, feeling my tonsils or something, and I can't take it. My defenses crumble and let out a loud giddy laugh, my body jerking in concert.
"Wow! She's ticklish, isn't she?" He notes to the hygienist. She chuckles at me. "She nearly jumped out of the chair!" My cheeks flush red.
"Now don't worry, this is all veeerrrryyy clinical," he teasingly assures me, a kind smile on his face.
"Yup, very clinical," he repeats, grinning as he turns my head from one side to the other, feeling my neck muscles to complete his exam. I am better able to tolerate this, but the flush on my cheeks and tight smile reveal that I'm still struggling to regain composure. "Clinical, clinical, clinical," he muses.
He maneuvers my head so that it is once again face up to the ceiling. Suddenly, his fingers return to my neck, piano-ing and spidering with that same torturous pressure as before. I start cracking up, giggling, and squirming in the exam chair. "Now this is NOT clinical, nope, nope, nope," he teases, confirming that he is, indeed, intentionally tickling me.
My heart jumps into my throat with that realization. OH MY GOD. I can feel my mind go into a small, embarrassed, yet happy place as I am tickled. I can hear the dentist and the hygienist both laughing, obviously having a lot of fun with it, themselves.
He continues tickling me for a good few seconds and then he stops, returning the conversation to the exam. I honestly don't remember what we said right after the tickling. I was in a daze. One of those, wow, did that just happen, moments. Nevertheless, the exam was over then, so we said goodbye and I walked out to my car, still in shock, but beaming.
That was a truly wholesome tickling experience. I didn't expect it. I didn't ask for it. It was so innocent and kindhearted. It was the first time I had felt seen by someone who didn't even know about my need for tickling in a long time. It's one of those things many 'lees dream about: Someone, especially an authority figure, discovering we are ticklish and deciding to have fun with it. As all of us here know, this kind of stuff just doesn't happen every day.
I'm sure happy it happened today, though.
