(All characters are 18+).
I stepped into the waiting room. It was a typical, doctor's office style waiting room with nothing to convey the services offered, and I was relieved at the discretion.
The receptionist, a young redhead, greeted me with a smile.
"Hello, do you have an appointment?"
I stammered. I had imagined this moment for years. My knees felt weak.
"Um, yes, for six thirty. My name is Nora."
"Welcome Nora. Go ahead and fill out this form, have a seat and we'll be right with you." She handed me a clipboard, and I took a seat on one of the couches.
The form instructed me to indicate my fetishes. I glanced sheepishly around the empty waiting room, before taking my time to thoroughly fill out the form, using as much detail as possible. I wanted no stone left unturned. This was not an inexpensive venture, and it had taken me ages to come up with the funds.
I returned the form, face down, and walked back to my seat. My pussy tingled and my ears burned, thinking about the cute redhead perusing the answers on my form. I wondered if she ever partook in the services offered by the company she worked for.
I did not have to wait long before a tall brunette entered the room and called my name. She wore a tasteful, sleeveless white dress that displayed the tops of her large breasts.
"Hello Nora, follow me."
She led me to a small bathroom with an entrance and an exit door.
"You can wear as much, or as little clothing as you'd like. Arrange your hair comfortably. There are some outfits for you to use if you'd like. Have a great time."
I walked into the bathroom and immediately stripped to my panties, letting my tits fall free and ignoring the slutty outfits on the rack behind me. I was eager to get going, so I spent little time fixing myself up, only taking the time to arrange my hair in a bun on top of my head. I surveyed my body in the full length mirror, noticing the crotch of my panties was already wet. I turned around and looked at my butt, which was barely covered by the thin fabric. My imaginings made my clit throb. I couldn't wait any longer.
I slowly opened the door to the next room, growing a little bolder when I saw it was vacant except for a massage table in the center. It was shaped like a Y, and as I grew closer, I realized that the lower part could be opened to create a horizontal X frame. I felt my pussy gush. I climbed onto the white leather table, extending my arms over my head, my feet together.
No sooner had I mounted the table than a woman entered the room from the other side. She had short black hair and bright blue eyes, and was totally naked. Her pert breasts bounced just slightly as she walked, and I tried not to stare at her soft pink nipples. She was smaller than me, toned, and gorgeous.
"Its okay, you can stare," she giggled, grabbing her breasts and giving them a playful squeeze. I blushed profusely.
She walked around the table, strapping down my wrists and ankles. My entire body was flushed with heat. The crotch of my panties grew wetter.
"You look like you're eager to get started! I strapped down your wrists and ankles, are you comfortable?"
"Y-yes," I stuttered, my heart racing that she noticed my wetness.
The order of ways I would be ravaged was not known to me, so I was unsure what would happen next. I became highly aware of my exposed body, especially my defenseless armpits and nipples.
She wasted no time.
"You want to be TICKLED, don't you? Where would you like me to start?" I couldn't answer. I could scarcely breathe. "Not talking, huh? Maybe we can loosen those lips with a little toe tickling. How about that?" She walked down to the foot of the massage table. I kept my bare feet submissively still.
She had long, manicured nails that ended in a soft point, and she wiggled them at me. My feet tingled in anticipation. "Tickle tickle tickle! Here I come for these tickly toes!" With that, she started gliding the tips of her nails from the base to the tip of my toes, tickling underneath them. I squirmed and grinned, and my toes twitched, but I kept mostly still. I could easily have laughed, but I was the type to play hard to get. I wanted to be tortured, and I knew that giving in would reduce the intensity. "Awww, we do have some ticklish toes. How about the arches?" Her nails wandered down to my arches, gliding across them in slow strokes. I clenched my teeth and curled my toes, causing my feet to wrinkle a bit. "No no, no curling!" With one hand, she pulled my toes gently back and pulled my arches taut. Then she started tickling in earnest, quickly scribbling her nails across my helpless arches. I began to giggle a little.
"Hehehehe... shihihit... ohhh shihihihit..." I muttered, not fighting her tickling nails. I rubbed my legs together to assuage my burning pussy. My heart was pounding.
"Ohh yes, ticklish feet. I think we'll move on now, though. We'll come back to your belly, but right now, I'm interested in these PITS."
I was not sure what expression flashed across my face, but the gorgeous girl next to me looked delighted.
"Oh yeah. We've got some ticklish pits, I can already tell. Have you ever had the titty and pitty treatment? It makes my pussy wet every time. Here, let me show you."
She lifted one finger from each hand. My stomach dropped. I knew what was going to happen, and I was afraid I would cum right then. I stayed totally still.
"First we start tickling the pit... just oooone finger... then we start tickling the nipple... just tiny little flicks."
Her first nail softly scratched my armpit, and the other gently flicked my nipple, which immediately grew hard. It tickled immensely, and I tried to pull my arm down, but it was no use. All I could do was giggle helplessly and squirm against the table.
"Hehehe...oh nohohoh...pleehehhease...not the pihihit...not my armpihihit and nihihipple.."
She smiled. "Oh yes. Your armpit, and your nipple. I could tell you'd love this. You have such sensitive nipples, and your pits are so ticklish. You love this, don't you? Your panties are soaked. Maybe I'll get that little clit next."
She continued to tickle as she spoke, and my legs clenched as she mentioned my clit. I giggled uncontrollably as my pussy dripped from the titillation of my helpless armpit and nipple.
"Hmmm..." My beautiful torturer mused, "I could use a little help, I think."
She pushed a button on the side of the table, and two mechanical arms extended. They were surprisingly nimble, and each hand wielded a white goose feather.
"Do you like feathers? How about we let them handle your nipples, while I play with these tender pits of yours."
I was in ecstacy, of course, but I cried out on impulse.
"Ohhhh nohohoho not the feheheheathers! Please not thahahat!"
My words were useless, as the tips of the feathers descended on my nipples, the soft tendrils flicking back and forth over the hard, sensitive nubs. It tickled deliciously.
"There we go... now for a little more pit tickling..." She moved to the head of the massage table and extended both hands down to my open armpits, using the tip of one finger nail to gently scratch right in the middle of my pits.