Miss Ticklish
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Hey, hi, hello! I'm currently working on something bigger but I was haunted by another one of my fantasies in the meantime, so I also wrote this (shorter) story. 😀 I hope you'll enjoy it, have a good one!
Have you ever felt like you’re drowning? Like you’re a miserable speck in the universe which appears to be hostile towards you? Like no matter what you do, nothing seems to bring you happiness? Sarah felt it all, too. It was her grim routine for the last three years. She worked so hard to break this bleak circle but all it ever did was put her down even more, making her crawl into her shell, run away from her feelings and every conversation spinning around this subject. But for how long can a human being hide from themselves, bottling up their emotions? She knew it was high time she had sought professional help in order to be set free and enjoy her life once more. The online research had brought sufficient results as she ran into a highly appreciated and recommended by nearly fifty patients profile. In the sea of laudatory opinions, there wasn’t a single comment suggesting the health professional might exhibit harmful or disrespectful behaviors towards her clients. The psychologist’s name was Alexandra. Such a graceful name. Its ancient Greek origin and a pleasing smile in the photo of the woman in her early 30s surely did inspire Sarah’s trust. I mean, how could you not trust a psychologist whose name means “defending people”? What she couldn’t have known though was that there were also other terms stemming from the ancient Greek and she was about to stand face to face with them real soon.
The first two appointments were not very fruitful in regards to Sarah’s walking out of her hideaway and talking through her traumatic bereavement, getting in touch with her own feelings. Alexandra used a plethora of methods to gentle her new, demanding patient and did not succeed much as the girl continued to avoid the cumbersome topic, resisting it with might and main. Nevertheless, there was a certain victory the psychologist could claim. Every time Sarah left the office, she left with a smile on her face and a heavy burden off her chest. The peace and relief she felt after these visits, during which she could speak her mind freely and tell some of her secrets without any judgement, were far beyond her imagination, yet certainly satisfying and soul-soothing. It was probably the first person in her life who didn’t laugh or criticize her Ruby Rose looks which was also refreshing. Alas, she knew the worst was yet to come and couldn’t be omitted forever. She had to find the courage to open her mouth when the hardest questions were asked. The opportunity to do so came today since she booked her third appointment for that afternoon, hoping she would reveal the hidden. With Alexandra’s invaluable help, obviously.
She took her restless steps into the home-like office of minimal decor, where the long-haired brunette was already waiting for her, and sat on the couch, gulping with fear in her grey eyes. Hundreds of concerns efficiently stampeded her bravery and logic, flooding her mind and filling her with breath-taking terror. The speech she had prepared was gone. Each question the psychologist asked seemed to cause the young woman to withdraw even more, notwithstanding that Alexandra tried many different angles and weighed her words, so as not to make the girl feel like she was being jumped by them. It turned out to be a wasted effort - Sarah’s lips were enveloped by overwhelming muteness despite her own willingness to tell her story. Just like a car which wouldn’t start, although the key had been put into the ignition.
This surely unexpected instruction visibly took Sarah by surprise as she raised her eyebrows. In spite of her astonishment, she abode by the request.
As she was sitting on the couch, tapping her foot with her eyes closed, she could hear a murmur around her but nothing she thought of resembled these sounds exactly. Several seconds later, she felt Alexandra approaching her. It’s funny how you can tell somebody’s getting closer to you without even looking at them.
Soon after that, she could feel something cold tighten on her wrists in a painless way. Hearing a click not long after tempted her to open her eyes, yet she remained loyal and only shuddered at the sound. Within the next few seconds, both of the girl’s arms were raised high above her head making her stand on tiptoe. With the height of 6’23 f, it came incredibly easy for Alexandra to stretch Sarah’s body to this extent. The 25-year-old couldn’t see that but the therapist smiled wide as she chained her patient's cuffed hands to a small ceiling hook. Being sure the girl’s secured properly, Alexandra took out a satin silk, black scarf and, wrapping it around her head, used it as a blindfold.
Sarah immediately broke down into a high-pitched laughter and her body began to sway slightly from side to side. She tried to jump but her body was too stretched for her to do that, so all she could do was stand there and shake in spasms while Alexandra’s relentless nails were exploring every inch of her back, sides and chest through a thin material of her short-sleeved shirt. Sarah was starting to lose her mind feeling pitiless sensations all over, her furious laughter blended in with agonizing screams as ten skilled fingers skittered across her upper body, squeezed her sides, dug into the hollows, glided up and down the armpits, kneaded her breasts and massaged the skin just around them, leading to her choking on her own laughter. More than once did she wonder which psychological method the therapist could use but this one undoubtedly took the cake.
Being inches away from the immobilized, defenseless body, Alexandra pulled up the patient’s shirt, exposing the whole area from the waist up to the bra and held it whereas with her other hand, she went back to tormenting the, this time, bare tummy. Two of her fingers began to move across the skin with painterly precision making the girl howl and squeal in panic. The minute Sarah felt the oppressor’s nail draw circles around her navel at breakneck speed, another circle of hell instantly appeared before her as her resonant guffaw reached Alexandra’s ears, filling her with unquestionable rapture. The only thing worse than that was feeling the torturer’s index finger dive inside the belly button and wiggle all over with divine passion as if she couldn’t afford to leave it untouched.
A couple trickles of sweat ran down the slave’s underarms, back and tummy while her body continued to wobble helplessly. And that couldn’t have escaped the psychologist’s notice.
The therapist slipped her hands under the shirt, making her way up and brushed the skin of the underarms so lightly she could barely feel it underneath her fingertips but as it turned out, it was the best way to drive the captive utterly insane. She thrashed her head wildly in all directions possible since it was the only part of her body that was able to move this much and after a couple of long minutes, she let out a silent laughter, gradually running out of breath and losing her senses. However, it was merely the tip of the iceberg. All of a sudden, Alexandra danced her fingers down Sarah’s body and getting out from underneath her shirt, the psychologist proceeded to go up again by digging in between the girl’s ribs and landed on the patient’s neck, teasing mercilessly the most sensitive parts of it. Sarah clamped her chin on these nefarious fingers right away so as to protect herself as much as she could, yet the ardent sensations were still perfectly felt.
Second by second, Sarah felt her nape going weaker and weaker and finally - she tilted her head back, putting her most gentle spot at Alexandra’s disposal. The awareness that she was the one who made her neck available for the tormentor and feeling the fingers skitter across her soft skin became unbearable. Not too long after, a deluge of tears started to flow out from underneath the makeshift blindfold to Alexandra’s clear merriment.
Sarah tried to scream out the answer but all that came out of her mouth was her silent laughter, the sound of her taking a breath and occasional squeaks. Her body was trembling as though she was having an epilepsy seizure, all shiny out of all the sweat she had produced but couldn’t move an inch to escape the executioner’s touch even just for a second. Without a warning, Alexandra stood beside the poor little girl and while her left hand was haunting the patient’s neck, her right hand began to brush the hostage’s back which was another one of Sarah’s worst spots. A titillating mixture of moans, laughter, wailing and yelling soared through the office, feeding the psychologist’s soul.
Alexandra immediately put an end to the woman’s suffering and took off the blindfold. It was the first time in a while when Sarah could look into these shining, hazel eyes although a heavy flow of tears did not make it easier.
Sarah drowsily flopped onto the couch still not fully believing what had just happened. One thing she knew for sure - she’ll never feel uncomfortable about crying or expressing any other feeling in this room from now on.
Have you ever felt like you’re drowning? Like you’re a miserable speck in the universe which appears to be hostile towards you? Like no matter what you do, nothing seems to bring you happiness? Sarah felt it all, too. It was her grim routine for the last three years. She worked so hard to break this bleak circle but all it ever did was put her down even more, making her crawl into her shell, run away from her feelings and every conversation spinning around this subject. But for how long can a human being hide from themselves, bottling up their emotions? She knew it was high time she had sought professional help in order to be set free and enjoy her life once more. The online research had brought sufficient results as she ran into a highly appreciated and recommended by nearly fifty patients profile. In the sea of laudatory opinions, there wasn’t a single comment suggesting the health professional might exhibit harmful or disrespectful behaviors towards her clients. The psychologist’s name was Alexandra. Such a graceful name. Its ancient Greek origin and a pleasing smile in the photo of the woman in her early 30s surely did inspire Sarah’s trust. I mean, how could you not trust a psychologist whose name means “defending people”? What she couldn’t have known though was that there were also other terms stemming from the ancient Greek and she was about to stand face to face with them real soon.
The first two appointments were not very fruitful in regards to Sarah’s walking out of her hideaway and talking through her traumatic bereavement, getting in touch with her own feelings. Alexandra used a plethora of methods to gentle her new, demanding patient and did not succeed much as the girl continued to avoid the cumbersome topic, resisting it with might and main. Nevertheless, there was a certain victory the psychologist could claim. Every time Sarah left the office, she left with a smile on her face and a heavy burden off her chest. The peace and relief she felt after these visits, during which she could speak her mind freely and tell some of her secrets without any judgement, were far beyond her imagination, yet certainly satisfying and soul-soothing. It was probably the first person in her life who didn’t laugh or criticize her Ruby Rose looks which was also refreshing. Alas, she knew the worst was yet to come and couldn’t be omitted forever. She had to find the courage to open her mouth when the hardest questions were asked. The opportunity to do so came today since she booked her third appointment for that afternoon, hoping she would reveal the hidden. With Alexandra’s invaluable help, obviously.
She took her restless steps into the home-like office of minimal decor, where the long-haired brunette was already waiting for her, and sat on the couch, gulping with fear in her grey eyes. Hundreds of concerns efficiently stampeded her bravery and logic, flooding her mind and filling her with breath-taking terror. The speech she had prepared was gone. Each question the psychologist asked seemed to cause the young woman to withdraw even more, notwithstanding that Alexandra tried many different angles and weighed her words, so as not to make the girl feel like she was being jumped by them. It turned out to be a wasted effort - Sarah’s lips were enveloped by overwhelming muteness despite her own willingness to tell her story. Just like a car which wouldn’t start, although the key had been put into the ignition.
- Is there anything specific that’s stopping you from telling? - the girl only shrugged, her stare driven into the floor.
- I don’t know. - she said quietly after a longer pause as if she was scared of the silence hovering in the room, hence decided to break it at last.
- What are you worrying about? Is it, like, a fear of my reaction?
- No. - she nodded.
- Are you worried you might cry?
- Maybe… - she replied hesitantly, trying to give the woman a hint without expanding much on the issue.
- It is a place to cry. You can cry, you can raise your voice. Feel free to express your emotions in this room. You don’t have to worry about it.
- I told you I was a difficult patient. - Sarah snickered sarcastically. A coping mechanism of hers.
- I really don’t think this word is apt. - the therapist smiled encouragingly. - Do you always feel uncomfortable about crying?
- Yeah, I hate when anybody sees me like this. That’s why I never open up to people. I don’t think I’ll ever overcome this fear. I’m sorry.
- You don’t have to apologize, it’s okay to feel that way. It’s very common, actually. What’s the scariest part of crying that you fear the most?
- Um.. I guess I’m scared of being vulnerable. And, it may sound stupid or childish but I hate the way I look when I cry. Too bad there’s no magic pill for that. - said Sarah jokingly, running her fingers through her short, black hair.
- Well, there isn’t a magic pill but there are other ways we can use to get you there. - the woman adjusted her light brown glasses while the right corner of her naturally full lips went slightly up.
- Haven’t we tried everything yet? - the patient squinted looking questioningly at the psychologist with an almost unperceivable smile.
- Not particularly, I still have an ace up my sleeve. - Alexandra gave Sarah a comforting glance. - Close your eyes, please. We’ll work on your trust.
This surely unexpected instruction visibly took Sarah by surprise as she raised her eyebrows. In spite of her astonishment, she abode by the request.
As she was sitting on the couch, tapping her foot with her eyes closed, she could hear a murmur around her but nothing she thought of resembled these sounds exactly. Several seconds later, she felt Alexandra approaching her. It’s funny how you can tell somebody’s getting closer to you without even looking at them.
- Now I need you to stand up and give me your hands but keep your eyes closed, okay?
- Okay. - answered Sarah and obediently did as she was asked to.
Soon after that, she could feel something cold tighten on her wrists in a painless way. Hearing a click not long after tempted her to open her eyes, yet she remained loyal and only shuddered at the sound. Within the next few seconds, both of the girl’s arms were raised high above her head making her stand on tiptoe. With the height of 6’23 f, it came incredibly easy for Alexandra to stretch Sarah’s body to this extent. The 25-year-old couldn’t see that but the therapist smiled wide as she chained her patient's cuffed hands to a small ceiling hook. Being sure the girl’s secured properly, Alexandra took out a satin silk, black scarf and, wrapping it around her head, used it as a blindfold.
- Is that part of the therapy? - despite the shock she felt, Sarah’s laugh gave away that she found the situation quite exciting.
- Oh, absolutely. - said the therapist, finishing tying the loop behind the patient’s head while standing in front of her.
- What do we do now?
- Now… - Sarah could feel Alexandra stand right behind her. - We’ll see if my patient is ticklish. - whispering that in the girl’s ear, she proceeded to prod Sarah’s back, caressing the rib bones all the way from the back to the front, ultimately stopping at the spots precisely underneath the underarms and galloping there madly.
Sarah immediately broke down into a high-pitched laughter and her body began to sway slightly from side to side. She tried to jump but her body was too stretched for her to do that, so all she could do was stand there and shake in spasms while Alexandra’s relentless nails were exploring every inch of her back, sides and chest through a thin material of her short-sleeved shirt. Sarah was starting to lose her mind feeling pitiless sensations all over, her furious laughter blended in with agonizing screams as ten skilled fingers skittered across her upper body, squeezed her sides, dug into the hollows, glided up and down the armpits, kneaded her breasts and massaged the skin just around them, leading to her choking on her own laughter. More than once did she wonder which psychological method the therapist could use but this one undoubtedly took the cake.
- You’re extremely sensitive, I see. It makes me very, very happy. - admitted the long-haired, grinning delightfully as her hands started to work their magic on her prisoner’s tummy. - By the time I’m done, you’ll be ready to tell me everything. - she said in Sarah’s ear and walked over to stand in front of her.
Being inches away from the immobilized, defenseless body, Alexandra pulled up the patient’s shirt, exposing the whole area from the waist up to the bra and held it whereas with her other hand, she went back to tormenting the, this time, bare tummy. Two of her fingers began to move across the skin with painterly precision making the girl howl and squeal in panic. The minute Sarah felt the oppressor’s nail draw circles around her navel at breakneck speed, another circle of hell instantly appeared before her as her resonant guffaw reached Alexandra’s ears, filling her with unquestionable rapture. The only thing worse than that was feeling the torturer’s index finger dive inside the belly button and wiggle all over with divine passion as if she couldn’t afford to leave it untouched.
- Maybe this experience will help you feel more comfortable about vulnerability. - her voice was so bewitching that even this taunting seemed less malicious.
A couple trickles of sweat ran down the slave’s underarms, back and tummy while her body continued to wobble helplessly. And that couldn’t have escaped the psychologist’s notice.
- Did you know that wet skin is more prone to tickling? Especially in smooth, stretched places.
- What do you… - a heart-rending shriek blasted from the victim’s mouth, tearing the question in half. Shortly thereafter, a hysterical symphony followed.
The therapist slipped her hands under the shirt, making her way up and brushed the skin of the underarms so lightly she could barely feel it underneath her fingertips but as it turned out, it was the best way to drive the captive utterly insane. She thrashed her head wildly in all directions possible since it was the only part of her body that was able to move this much and after a couple of long minutes, she let out a silent laughter, gradually running out of breath and losing her senses. However, it was merely the tip of the iceberg. All of a sudden, Alexandra danced her fingers down Sarah’s body and getting out from underneath her shirt, the psychologist proceeded to go up again by digging in between the girl’s ribs and landed on the patient’s neck, teasing mercilessly the most sensitive parts of it. Sarah clamped her chin on these nefarious fingers right away so as to protect herself as much as she could, yet the ardent sensations were still perfectly felt.
- No, please, not there… - she gasped out in a raspy voice.
- Clamping your chin so hard your nape will hurt within seconds, my dear. And then you’ll have to expose your neck for me, right? - the therapist giggled ominously.
Second by second, Sarah felt her nape going weaker and weaker and finally - she tilted her head back, putting her most gentle spot at Alexandra’s disposal. The awareness that she was the one who made her neck available for the tormentor and feeling the fingers skitter across her soft skin became unbearable. Not too long after, a deluge of tears started to flow out from underneath the makeshift blindfold to Alexandra’s clear merriment.
- Are you ready to open up to your therapist? - she asked, noticeably amused, yet did not slow it down even for a moment.
Sarah tried to scream out the answer but all that came out of her mouth was her silent laughter, the sound of her taking a breath and occasional squeaks. Her body was trembling as though she was having an epilepsy seizure, all shiny out of all the sweat she had produced but couldn’t move an inch to escape the executioner’s touch even just for a second. Without a warning, Alexandra stood beside the poor little girl and while her left hand was haunting the patient’s neck, her right hand began to brush the hostage’s back which was another one of Sarah’s worst spots. A titillating mixture of moans, laughter, wailing and yelling soared through the office, feeding the psychologist’s soul.
- I’m ready, please, stop! - Sarah finally managed to project her voice.
Alexandra immediately put an end to the woman’s suffering and took off the blindfold. It was the first time in a while when Sarah could look into these shining, hazel eyes although a heavy flow of tears did not make it easier.
- I guess being vulnerable and crying in front of me won’t scare you anymore. - the brunette chuckled, smiling from ear to ear and set the girl free.
Sarah drowsily flopped onto the couch still not fully believing what had just happened. One thing she knew for sure - she’ll never feel uncomfortable about crying or expressing any other feeling in this room from now on.
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