Fantastklr
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Amanda Blackwood had been unemployed for more than six months and she had accumulated a substantial amount of debt. She never imagined that it would be so difficult to find another job in Chicago. After responding to several advertisements for out-of-town work, Amanda received a very positive response from a company in Lakeview, Ohio. She was willing to make the lengthy drive for an interview because the starting salary and benefits package were far better than any other job she’d applied for. The interview went very well, and she was offered employment provided that she was willing to relocate to Lakeview. Amanda was single and adventurous, so it didn’t take long for her to decide to accept the job. She found an apartment and made several new friends, which was rather easy for her because she was very outgoing, intelligent and attractive. With her azure blue eyes, sparkling smile and silky blonde hair, she never failed to make many friends, especially among members of the opposite sex.
Two months had gone by and things were going very well for Amanda. She’d settled nicely into her new job, she loved her apartment, and her social life couldn’t be any better. She was also feeling very well physically, although she did realize that it had been nearly two years since she'd seen her gynecologist. Amanda was quite fond of the doctor she had gone to since puberty, but she certainly didn’t plan on driving back to Chicago just for an exam and a Pap smear. So she made an appointment with a local gynecologist who came highly recommended by two of her new frends.
When Amanda arrived for her appointment, the receptionist handed her a clipboard with many forms to complete. “So much paperwork,” she sighed.
“Yes, I know it’s a lot, but you are a new patient,” the receptionist said apologetically.
Amanda filled out the forms and returned them to the receptionist. “I just started a new job and there’s a ninety-day waiting period before the health insurance goes into effect. So I guess today’s visit will be out-of-pocket. How much will this cost me?"
The receptionist answered, “One hundred and fifty dollars.”
A nurse called Amanda’s name, escorted her into the examination room and gave her a thin blue gown. “You’ll need to get completely undressed and put on this gown. But you can leave your socks on if you want.” The nurse left the room and closed the door behind her.
Amanda prepared herself as instructed, opting to keep her socks on since the room seemed a bit chilly. When the nurse returned, she measured Amanda's height and weight. She also took her temperature, blood pressure and pulse. A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door and the doctor entered the room.
“Hello Amanda, I’m Emily Harris. I understand that you just moved here from Chicago. Welcome to my medical practice, and welcome to Lakeview.”
“Thanks, I love it here already," Amanda said with a smile.
Dr. Harris told Amanda to sit up on the examination table. She listened to her heart and lungs, and then she had her lay back on the table and raise her arms so that she could examine her
breasts. Next, she placed Amanda’s legs into the stainless steel leg rests that were bolted to the end of the table. They were the type that cradle the patient's calves and ankles while leaving the feet overhanging. Amanda found them to be much more comfortable than the traditional heel stirrups used by her former gynecologist. The added comfort made things a little more bearable as Dr. Harris performed the pelvic exam and Pap smear.
“Everything seems fine,” Dr. Harris assured her. “Now, I’ll need you to place your arms over your head once again."
Amanda assumed that her breasts needed some further examination so she quickly complied. Dr. Harris removed a pair of leather restraints from a drawer and slipped them onto Amanda’s wrists. She buckled them snugly and began fastening them to eye-bolts that were installed at the end of the table.
“Hey, what the fu…what’s going on?!” Amanda cried as she tugged on the wrist cuffs.
“I apologize for having to use these restraints, but they are necessary for the research study in which you’ve agreed to participate,” Dr. Harris explained.
“Research study? I never agreed to any research…”
Amanda stopped and thought for a moment. She then recalled that one of the papers on the clipboard was, indeed, a consent form for a research project involving human sexuality. She had signed it, thinking that she’d be asked to participate in a survey or fill out a questionnaire. She never bothered to read the fine print.
“Okay, I do remember signing that form but I didn’t read the whole thing,” Amanda admitted. “What exactly are you going to do to me? I can still change my mind, right?”
“Of course you can but I’m hoping you won’t,” Dr. Harris replied. “As an incentive, there will be no charge for today’s visit if you agree to proceed."
“That’s a pretty good deal since my insurance won't take effect for another month. But you still didn’t tell me what’s going to happen. It must be horribly painful if you gotta strap me down!”
"I can assure you that it's not painful, although some people do react quite violently. And that's why the restraints are required. They're primarily for our protection."
"What do you mean by 'our' protection?" Amanda asked, somewhat confused.
Dr. Harris opened the door and a young woman entered, followed by a young man who wheeled in a small cart of equipment. They appeared to be in their mid twenties and they each wore a long white lab coat.
Dr. Harris declared, "I'd like you to meet Rebecca and Justin, two of my medical students. The research study is actually their project, and it's for a course that I teach at the medical school. The theory they hope to prove is that sexual arousal can be brought on by certain stimuli not normally associated with producing that response. Information gained from the study might then be used to help treat those who suffer from sexual dysfunction."
Rebecca chimed in, "It's been shown that certain foods, like chocolate, can be sexually stimulating. After investigating dozens of possibilities, we've narrowed the list down to ten things that are most likely to produce the desired result. Each week, we put one of them to the test. This week, it's tickling."'
"Tickling?" Amanda repeated, just to be sure she heard right. "I guess I can handle that. I'd be happy to help with your research project. In fact, it might even be fun!"
Amanda's adventurous spirit drove her decision to participate in their research study. She recalled how she and her sister used to tickle each other when they were much younger. Her sister hated it and fought fiercely, but Amanda actually enjoyed being tickled. She loved the out-of-control feeling, as well as the laughter and exhilaration that tickling invariably produced. She did realize, however, that her current situation was quite different since she would be tickled by a person or persons she had just met. In addition to that, she'd be unable to defend herself given that her wrists were bound to the table. And yet, she was willing to do it because she viewed it as an exciting personal challenge. And Amanda never refused a good challenge, be it physical or mental. As an example, whenever she visited an amusement park, she always insisted on riding the tallest, fastest and scariest rollercoaster that the park had to offer.
"Amanda, we're going to finish preparing you now," Justin informed her "Your ankles and toes will also be restrained. And just so you know, we'll be using a pair of special toe clamp brackets that I designed myself."
"Oh, God!" she gasped, "You're going to tickle my feet and I won't even be able to wiggle my toes?"
He nodded and said, "Yes, we've found that it actually enhances the tickle sensation. Now, in order to measure your response, a calibrated sensor probe will be inserted into your vagina. And since you'll be tickled on every part of your body, you will need to be totally naked."
"I'm okay with that," Amanda said proudly. "You're all doctors, right?"
Rebecca and Justin placed Amanda's calves back into the stainless steel leg rests and removed her socks. Using a second pair of leather restraints, they strapped her ankles to the ends of the leg rests. They obtained two curious-looking metal brackets from the equipment cart and attached them to the sides of the leg rests. The toes of each foot were then secured in place by five small clamps that were mounted along each bracket. Amanda's gown tore slightly as they pulled it off of her body, leaving her completely exposed.
Dr. Harris removed the sterile wrapping from the sensor probe, which had a thin white cable attached to one end of it. She applied some lubricant, and then she carefully inserted the probe into Amanda's vagina. The other end of the cable lead to a small metal box that was connected to a laptop computer located on top of the cart.
"The probe will measure your intervaginal temperature and moisture level," Dr. Harris explained. "It is extremely accurate, and it can detect very subtle changes."
"Okay, I guess I'm ready for your little experiment," Amanda giggled. "Bring on the feathers!"
Rebecca replied, "Oh, we won't be using any feathers. Contrary to popular belief, feathers really don't tickle that much. We'll be using our fingers most of the time, but we'll also be using some implements that have proven to be effective."
Dr. Harris seated herself at the laptop computer and started the application that would log the data supplied by the sensor probe. Rebecca and Justin washed their hands, and then they each stood on one side of the exam table.
"Phase one...begin," Dr. Harris announced.
Rebecca and Justin began to lightly tickle Amanda's armpits, causing her to squirm and giggle softly. They continued down her sides and around her belly, and then back under her arms. Amanda quickly realized that she was more ticklish than expected. She began laughing out loud as they tickled her entire torso with their fingers. They found that her bellybutton was especially ticklish so they gave it plenty of attention. Rebecca soon began tickling her navel with a small stiff paint brush, while Justin continued using his fingers on her armpits and ribs. After five minutes of continuous tickling, they stopped.
"Wow, that was really intense!" Amanda exclaimed. "I'm still tingling all over!" She then looked at Dr. Harris and asked, "So, how am I doing so far?"
"You're doing great!" Dr. Harris responded. "I'm getting quite a response, young lady. Please let me know when you're ready to continue."
Amanda waited a few moments in order to catch her breath, and then she nodded to Dr. Harris.
"Phase two...begin."
Rebecca and Justin started tickling Amanda's hips, thighs and knees with their fingers. They squeezed and poked and wiggled their way along both of her legs. When Rebecca stroked her inner thighs with the small paint brush, her giggles turned to laughter. She thrashed about and laughed much harder as they gradually approached her feet. Recalling the tickle fights that she'd had with her sister, Amanda knew that the soles of her feet were extremely ticklish. She also realized that not only were her toes immobized, they were also pulled slightly backward and spread apart. This caused her soles to be stretched taught and smooth, which would undoubtedly increase their sensitivity. Amanda let out a long piercing shriek the moment they began tickling her feet. Their fingers danced up and down her bare soles, along her heels and on each of her toes. And with them spread apart, they were also able to tickle the spaces between her toes with the small brush. Amanda's hysterical laughter quickly turned to raucous screams. Her screams notwithstanding, Amanda was truly enjoying the overwhelming feeling of having both of her feet simultaneously tickled while unable to move them an inch. It was obvious that she loved doing things to the extreme and pushing herself to the limit. Not knowing when, or even if, they'd stop tickling her made it all the more challenging. But they did stop after ten minutes had elapsed.
"Oh my God, you guys are relentless! I thought I was going to pee! And the way you guys work as a team is awesome! So, are you going to tickle me more?"
Rebecca replied, "Yes, there will be one more cycle. Phase three will last for fifteen minutes and you'll be tickled even more aggressively."
"Okay, l'm ready. Let's do it!" she urged. "I can take anything you guys dish out!"
Justin positioned himself at Amanda's left side while Rebecca, who'd obtained two plastic forks from the cart, returned to her feet.
"Phase three...begin!"
Justin began tickling both of Amanda's armpits with his fingers while Rebecca tickled her feet with the plastic forks. Amanda exploded with laughter as she tried desperately to break free of the restraints. Even though she loved being tickled, she apparently could not overcome the natural reflexive reaction to escape. She pulled vigorously on the leather straps that encircled her wrists and ankles, but they were unyielding.
Rebecca put down the plastic forks and selected a power flosser. She'd found it to be one of the most effective tickling implements, especially when applied to the feet. She proceeded to tickle Amanda's toes and the spaces between them with the tiny vibrating tip of the device. She also used it on her soles and heels, as well as the balls of her feet. Justin, meanwhile, began tickling Amanda's bellybutton once again. But this time he alternated between using a Q-tip swab and an electric toothbrush. He then resumed using his fingers to vigorously tickle her armpits, belly and ribs. Amanda laughed uncontrollably and she was also becoming somewhat aroused. In fact, she thougt that she might have an orgasm if the tickling were to continue much longer. But, as promised, it ended after fifteen minutes had passed.
"Wow, that was sooo amazing," Amanda sighed. "I've never felt anything like that before. I'll bet you got some massive readings from 'down there' !"
"Amanda, you were fabulous," Rebecca praised. "I'd say you were the best test subject we've had so far this week. Dr. Harris, don't you agree?"
"I most certainly do! Just look at all those spikes, especially around here."
Justin and Rebecca huddled around the laptop with Dr. Harris as she pointed to the multicolored graph that appeared on the screen.
"Let me see, let me see!" Amanda cried as she craned her neck toward the cart.
Dr. Harris chuckled, "Let's get you unhooked and unstrapped, my dear. You'll get a much better view."
They unbuckled the restraints, undid the toe clamp brackets and removed the vaginal probe. Amanda sat up slowly, and then she came down off the table and got dressed. They explained the results of the study and the significance of their findings in great detail, but Amanda still had a few questions.
"How can the study be completely valid if you only test women?" Amanda asked. "You're a gynecologist, so I assume all your patients are female."
"Excellent question," Dr. Harris replied. "One of my colleagues who's a general practitioner has agreed to having Justin and Rebecca come to his office. He encourages all of his adult male patients to participate in the research study, and he assists them just as I did today."
"That's great," Amanda remarked, "but I'm afraid to ask where you stick the probe!"
Rebecca replied, "Oh, the guys don't get the probe. The sensor that's used looks something like a donut. It shouldn't take much imagination to figure out where it goes!"
Two months had gone by and things were going very well for Amanda. She’d settled nicely into her new job, she loved her apartment, and her social life couldn’t be any better. She was also feeling very well physically, although she did realize that it had been nearly two years since she'd seen her gynecologist. Amanda was quite fond of the doctor she had gone to since puberty, but she certainly didn’t plan on driving back to Chicago just for an exam and a Pap smear. So she made an appointment with a local gynecologist who came highly recommended by two of her new frends.
When Amanda arrived for her appointment, the receptionist handed her a clipboard with many forms to complete. “So much paperwork,” she sighed.
“Yes, I know it’s a lot, but you are a new patient,” the receptionist said apologetically.
Amanda filled out the forms and returned them to the receptionist. “I just started a new job and there’s a ninety-day waiting period before the health insurance goes into effect. So I guess today’s visit will be out-of-pocket. How much will this cost me?"
The receptionist answered, “One hundred and fifty dollars.”
A nurse called Amanda’s name, escorted her into the examination room and gave her a thin blue gown. “You’ll need to get completely undressed and put on this gown. But you can leave your socks on if you want.” The nurse left the room and closed the door behind her.
Amanda prepared herself as instructed, opting to keep her socks on since the room seemed a bit chilly. When the nurse returned, she measured Amanda's height and weight. She also took her temperature, blood pressure and pulse. A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door and the doctor entered the room.
“Hello Amanda, I’m Emily Harris. I understand that you just moved here from Chicago. Welcome to my medical practice, and welcome to Lakeview.”
“Thanks, I love it here already," Amanda said with a smile.
Dr. Harris told Amanda to sit up on the examination table. She listened to her heart and lungs, and then she had her lay back on the table and raise her arms so that she could examine her
breasts. Next, she placed Amanda’s legs into the stainless steel leg rests that were bolted to the end of the table. They were the type that cradle the patient's calves and ankles while leaving the feet overhanging. Amanda found them to be much more comfortable than the traditional heel stirrups used by her former gynecologist. The added comfort made things a little more bearable as Dr. Harris performed the pelvic exam and Pap smear.
“Everything seems fine,” Dr. Harris assured her. “Now, I’ll need you to place your arms over your head once again."
Amanda assumed that her breasts needed some further examination so she quickly complied. Dr. Harris removed a pair of leather restraints from a drawer and slipped them onto Amanda’s wrists. She buckled them snugly and began fastening them to eye-bolts that were installed at the end of the table.
“Hey, what the fu…what’s going on?!” Amanda cried as she tugged on the wrist cuffs.
“I apologize for having to use these restraints, but they are necessary for the research study in which you’ve agreed to participate,” Dr. Harris explained.
“Research study? I never agreed to any research…”
Amanda stopped and thought for a moment. She then recalled that one of the papers on the clipboard was, indeed, a consent form for a research project involving human sexuality. She had signed it, thinking that she’d be asked to participate in a survey or fill out a questionnaire. She never bothered to read the fine print.
“Okay, I do remember signing that form but I didn’t read the whole thing,” Amanda admitted. “What exactly are you going to do to me? I can still change my mind, right?”
“Of course you can but I’m hoping you won’t,” Dr. Harris replied. “As an incentive, there will be no charge for today’s visit if you agree to proceed."
“That’s a pretty good deal since my insurance won't take effect for another month. But you still didn’t tell me what’s going to happen. It must be horribly painful if you gotta strap me down!”
"I can assure you that it's not painful, although some people do react quite violently. And that's why the restraints are required. They're primarily for our protection."
"What do you mean by 'our' protection?" Amanda asked, somewhat confused.
Dr. Harris opened the door and a young woman entered, followed by a young man who wheeled in a small cart of equipment. They appeared to be in their mid twenties and they each wore a long white lab coat.
Dr. Harris declared, "I'd like you to meet Rebecca and Justin, two of my medical students. The research study is actually their project, and it's for a course that I teach at the medical school. The theory they hope to prove is that sexual arousal can be brought on by certain stimuli not normally associated with producing that response. Information gained from the study might then be used to help treat those who suffer from sexual dysfunction."
Rebecca chimed in, "It's been shown that certain foods, like chocolate, can be sexually stimulating. After investigating dozens of possibilities, we've narrowed the list down to ten things that are most likely to produce the desired result. Each week, we put one of them to the test. This week, it's tickling."'
"Tickling?" Amanda repeated, just to be sure she heard right. "I guess I can handle that. I'd be happy to help with your research project. In fact, it might even be fun!"
Amanda's adventurous spirit drove her decision to participate in their research study. She recalled how she and her sister used to tickle each other when they were much younger. Her sister hated it and fought fiercely, but Amanda actually enjoyed being tickled. She loved the out-of-control feeling, as well as the laughter and exhilaration that tickling invariably produced. She did realize, however, that her current situation was quite different since she would be tickled by a person or persons she had just met. In addition to that, she'd be unable to defend herself given that her wrists were bound to the table. And yet, she was willing to do it because she viewed it as an exciting personal challenge. And Amanda never refused a good challenge, be it physical or mental. As an example, whenever she visited an amusement park, she always insisted on riding the tallest, fastest and scariest rollercoaster that the park had to offer.
"Amanda, we're going to finish preparing you now," Justin informed her "Your ankles and toes will also be restrained. And just so you know, we'll be using a pair of special toe clamp brackets that I designed myself."
"Oh, God!" she gasped, "You're going to tickle my feet and I won't even be able to wiggle my toes?"
He nodded and said, "Yes, we've found that it actually enhances the tickle sensation. Now, in order to measure your response, a calibrated sensor probe will be inserted into your vagina. And since you'll be tickled on every part of your body, you will need to be totally naked."
"I'm okay with that," Amanda said proudly. "You're all doctors, right?"
Rebecca and Justin placed Amanda's calves back into the stainless steel leg rests and removed her socks. Using a second pair of leather restraints, they strapped her ankles to the ends of the leg rests. They obtained two curious-looking metal brackets from the equipment cart and attached them to the sides of the leg rests. The toes of each foot were then secured in place by five small clamps that were mounted along each bracket. Amanda's gown tore slightly as they pulled it off of her body, leaving her completely exposed.
Dr. Harris removed the sterile wrapping from the sensor probe, which had a thin white cable attached to one end of it. She applied some lubricant, and then she carefully inserted the probe into Amanda's vagina. The other end of the cable lead to a small metal box that was connected to a laptop computer located on top of the cart.
"The probe will measure your intervaginal temperature and moisture level," Dr. Harris explained. "It is extremely accurate, and it can detect very subtle changes."
"Okay, I guess I'm ready for your little experiment," Amanda giggled. "Bring on the feathers!"
Rebecca replied, "Oh, we won't be using any feathers. Contrary to popular belief, feathers really don't tickle that much. We'll be using our fingers most of the time, but we'll also be using some implements that have proven to be effective."
Dr. Harris seated herself at the laptop computer and started the application that would log the data supplied by the sensor probe. Rebecca and Justin washed their hands, and then they each stood on one side of the exam table.
"Phase one...begin," Dr. Harris announced.
Rebecca and Justin began to lightly tickle Amanda's armpits, causing her to squirm and giggle softly. They continued down her sides and around her belly, and then back under her arms. Amanda quickly realized that she was more ticklish than expected. She began laughing out loud as they tickled her entire torso with their fingers. They found that her bellybutton was especially ticklish so they gave it plenty of attention. Rebecca soon began tickling her navel with a small stiff paint brush, while Justin continued using his fingers on her armpits and ribs. After five minutes of continuous tickling, they stopped.
"Wow, that was really intense!" Amanda exclaimed. "I'm still tingling all over!" She then looked at Dr. Harris and asked, "So, how am I doing so far?"
"You're doing great!" Dr. Harris responded. "I'm getting quite a response, young lady. Please let me know when you're ready to continue."
Amanda waited a few moments in order to catch her breath, and then she nodded to Dr. Harris.
"Phase two...begin."
Rebecca and Justin started tickling Amanda's hips, thighs and knees with their fingers. They squeezed and poked and wiggled their way along both of her legs. When Rebecca stroked her inner thighs with the small paint brush, her giggles turned to laughter. She thrashed about and laughed much harder as they gradually approached her feet. Recalling the tickle fights that she'd had with her sister, Amanda knew that the soles of her feet were extremely ticklish. She also realized that not only were her toes immobized, they were also pulled slightly backward and spread apart. This caused her soles to be stretched taught and smooth, which would undoubtedly increase their sensitivity. Amanda let out a long piercing shriek the moment they began tickling her feet. Their fingers danced up and down her bare soles, along her heels and on each of her toes. And with them spread apart, they were also able to tickle the spaces between her toes with the small brush. Amanda's hysterical laughter quickly turned to raucous screams. Her screams notwithstanding, Amanda was truly enjoying the overwhelming feeling of having both of her feet simultaneously tickled while unable to move them an inch. It was obvious that she loved doing things to the extreme and pushing herself to the limit. Not knowing when, or even if, they'd stop tickling her made it all the more challenging. But they did stop after ten minutes had elapsed.
"Oh my God, you guys are relentless! I thought I was going to pee! And the way you guys work as a team is awesome! So, are you going to tickle me more?"
Rebecca replied, "Yes, there will be one more cycle. Phase three will last for fifteen minutes and you'll be tickled even more aggressively."
"Okay, l'm ready. Let's do it!" she urged. "I can take anything you guys dish out!"
Justin positioned himself at Amanda's left side while Rebecca, who'd obtained two plastic forks from the cart, returned to her feet.
"Phase three...begin!"
Justin began tickling both of Amanda's armpits with his fingers while Rebecca tickled her feet with the plastic forks. Amanda exploded with laughter as she tried desperately to break free of the restraints. Even though she loved being tickled, she apparently could not overcome the natural reflexive reaction to escape. She pulled vigorously on the leather straps that encircled her wrists and ankles, but they were unyielding.
Rebecca put down the plastic forks and selected a power flosser. She'd found it to be one of the most effective tickling implements, especially when applied to the feet. She proceeded to tickle Amanda's toes and the spaces between them with the tiny vibrating tip of the device. She also used it on her soles and heels, as well as the balls of her feet. Justin, meanwhile, began tickling Amanda's bellybutton once again. But this time he alternated between using a Q-tip swab and an electric toothbrush. He then resumed using his fingers to vigorously tickle her armpits, belly and ribs. Amanda laughed uncontrollably and she was also becoming somewhat aroused. In fact, she thougt that she might have an orgasm if the tickling were to continue much longer. But, as promised, it ended after fifteen minutes had passed.
"Wow, that was sooo amazing," Amanda sighed. "I've never felt anything like that before. I'll bet you got some massive readings from 'down there' !"
"Amanda, you were fabulous," Rebecca praised. "I'd say you were the best test subject we've had so far this week. Dr. Harris, don't you agree?"
"I most certainly do! Just look at all those spikes, especially around here."
Justin and Rebecca huddled around the laptop with Dr. Harris as she pointed to the multicolored graph that appeared on the screen.
"Let me see, let me see!" Amanda cried as she craned her neck toward the cart.
Dr. Harris chuckled, "Let's get you unhooked and unstrapped, my dear. You'll get a much better view."
They unbuckled the restraints, undid the toe clamp brackets and removed the vaginal probe. Amanda sat up slowly, and then she came down off the table and got dressed. They explained the results of the study and the significance of their findings in great detail, but Amanda still had a few questions.
"How can the study be completely valid if you only test women?" Amanda asked. "You're a gynecologist, so I assume all your patients are female."
"Excellent question," Dr. Harris replied. "One of my colleagues who's a general practitioner has agreed to having Justin and Rebecca come to his office. He encourages all of his adult male patients to participate in the research study, and he assists them just as I did today."
"That's great," Amanda remarked, "but I'm afraid to ask where you stick the probe!"
Rebecca replied, "Oh, the guys don't get the probe. The sensor that's used looks something like a donut. It shouldn't take much imagination to figure out where it goes!"
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