I was the only person left in Dr. Gigelstein's waiting room
I was the only person left in Dr. Gigelstein's waiting room for the day,
and had already leafed through last month's People magazine three times. I
was nervous enough as it was, since this was my first appointment after newly
moving out on my own. But, it was time for my checkup, and after looking
over the phone book listings for all the area dentists, I settled upon Dr.
Jill Gigelstein, D.D.S. She was the only female dentist in the area, and
ever since my previous male dentist had tried to put the make on me, I just
didn't trust male doctors.
The office door opened, and a petite, 5 foot lady with short dark hair
stepped in and looked about. The tag on her blouse identified her only as
"Doctor Gigelstein will see you now, Suzanne," Karen announced, smiling
warmly. I put down the worn magazine, stood up to smooth out my white cotton
skirt, and followed Karen into an office with a reclining dentist's chair and
myriad dental apparatus.
Karen gestured toward the reclining patient chair. "Please have a seat
and I'll tell the doctor you're ready for her."
I eased my body into the full length chair, and made another vain attempt
at smoothing my skirt, which was riding up my thighs because of the angle
that the chair inclined. Noticing my minor difficulty, Karen came back to
the chair, gingerly grasped the hem of my skirt, and pulled it down over my
knees. "I wouldn't be too worried about that happening, if I were you," she
advised me cheerfully. "Our entire staff is comprised of women, and we know
what it's like to be where you are right now." With a friendly pat on the
thigh, she exited the room, leaving me to look up into the oversized elbow-
jointed lamp which hung over my chair. In a reclining position, my neck was
very confined by the collar of my blouse. Realizing that I was in a man-free
environment, I undid the top two buttons, making it easier for me to breathe
The door opened again, and a tall blonde woman walked in. Her hair was
neat, but let down, and came down to the small of her back.
"Hi, Suzanne, I'm Dr. Gigelstein. You're here for a checkup, right?" She
had a very pleasant manner about her, and while I answered her question, she
was busy retrieving all the instruments she would need. She obviously knew
where each piece of equipment was without looking, because she maintained eye
contact with me the entire time throughout our small talk. She then began the
examination, had me open my mouth, and took a perfunctory look around at my
teeth. When she finished, she began retrieving even more equipment.
"Suzanne," she said, "your teeth look to be in excellent condition, but you do have a small cavity that I'd like to take care of right now."
She must have seen me wince when I thought of getting a filling, because
she gently placed one hand on my shoulder, and the other on my thigh." Don't
worry about a thing, Suzanne," she reassured me. "I specialize in painless
dentistry. In fact, I don't even use injections."
She walked behind me and retrieved a small plastic mask attached to the
wall by a long hose. She then placed the mask over my nose and mouth,
securely fastening the mask's straps behind my head, making sure the clasp
did not catch and pull any of my brown locks out of my scalp. She then came
beside me and fumbled with the right armrest. A padded, curved cuff produced
itself, which was hinged to the underside of the armrest. This was fitted
around my right wrist and locked into place, effectively pinning my arm to
the chair before I realized what was happening.
"What are you doing," I asked frighteningly, my voice echoing inside the
little plastic cup of my mask. I was preparing to get up and walk out, but
the grip on my right arm, while comfortable, was unyielding.
Dr. Gigelstein placed both hands on my shoulders, gently forcing me back
into the chair. "Suzanne, we're going to be administering nitrous oxide, she
explained. "Some patients lose control of some motor skills under its
influence. Now I'm going to be out for a few minutes while it is taking
effect, and during that time, I wouldn't want you to fall out of the chair.
The arm restraints are for your protection." All the while she was saying
this, she had managed to fold out and clasp the left arm restraint, pinning
my other arm to the chair with a similar cushioned sleeve. She walked downto
the foot of the chair and folded out two more long padded sleeves, clearly
intended to go over my calves.
"These are for my protection as well as yours," she continued. "You
wouldn't want me to get kicked while I'm working you know." Both arched
restraints fit comfortably over each leg, a few inches above each ankle,
constraining each leg to what was obviously two individual leg rests on the
chair. She turned a knob on the wall, and I heard a small hissing sound as a
peculiar smell began to enter the mask.
"I'm going to elevate your feet also, to increase the blood flow to your
head," she explained. "That will help the gas take effect faster." As I
heard the chair's motor whirr elevating my legs higher, I could feel my
damned skirt begin to ride up my thighs even further. Looking down as best I
could, I saw that my hem was well above mid thigh, fully exposing the white
cotton bikini briefs I had on. Dr. Gigelstein noticed this and gave me
"Skirt problems, huh? Don't worry, I know how it is." This fit with what
Karen had told me earlier. However, unlike Karen, she did not bother to fix
my skirt for me as she left the room, leaving it in the position it had
finally come to rest in, furled up on my belly. I could feel the cool air
from an air conditioning vent waft across my exposed inner thighs.
Involuntarily, my crotch began to moisten, a result of the embarrassment of
my undignified exposure, the air currents from the vent which must have been
directly under the chair, and of the gas, too, no doubt, as I was beginning
to feel a little light headed.
After a few minutes, I was beginning to feel particularly buzzed. My
panties were now undoubtedly wet, and my breath was coming out in
uncontrollable little girlish giggles and titters. After what seemed hours
(although I knew it could only have been a few minutes), the door opened, and
a dark-haired dental assistant walked in. She seemed amused at my
predicament, skirt hiked up, bound to a chair, and (with the help of the
nitrous) giving every appearance that I was immensely enjoying myself.
"Karen, could you come in here for a moment," she called.
Right away, Karen appeared in the doorway and entered. "Oh, I see you've
met Suzanne," she said with a half smile. She cocked her head at me and said,
"Suzanne, this is our assistant, Michelle." I tried to give a response, but I
was unable to form words through all of my 'tee-hees'.
"We've got quite a little gigglebox on our hands tonight," Michelle said
to Karen with a grin. Both girls walked around me to the foot of the chair.
Karen nodded at my skirt. "I told you that would probably happen again," she
said. But she did not make any attempt to fix it for me either.
Michelle was a good deal taller than Karen, standing about 5 and a half
feet. Her hair was the same dark color, but was fuller, and permed spirally.
Both women just watched me for a minute until Karen pointed at my feet and
"Oh Suzanne, you're about to lose your shoes here." I didn't think my
giggling had caused me to shake my pumps off; and I was right - it hadn't.
Then I realized that Karen wasn't giving a cautionary warning: she was making
a statement, as she gently grabbed my right shoe and pulled it from my foot.
Michelle followed suit, removing the left one. In my giddiness, I wiggled my
freed toes just a bit.
"Oh, what cute little toes, she has," Michelle exclaimed. She gingerly
grasped my middle toe between her thumb and forefinger. This added stimulus
provoked louder laughing, and I involuntarily tried to pull my toes awayfrom
her. But the restraints held my feet firm in their currently
"She's not only a gigglebox," said Karen, "but I do believe she's
ticklish, too." With a mischievous grin, she made a single slow curving
downward stroke on the sole of my right foot with one of her fingernails. The
spasming of my foot and my explosion of hysteria confirmed what I could have
told her. I had always been extremely ticklish, but I had never been in a
situation where I could be tickled for more than a second before I could pull
myself away. The clamps on the chair insured that I would not be able to
extricate myself from this, very literally, ticklish situation.
Karen smiled at Michelle. "I was right," she said. Then each girl bent
down by each of my feet, planted a kiss on the sole of each one, and began
rapidly kitchie-kooing the soles of my feet with as many fingertips as they
could. I was laughing so hard I was in tears. Soon Michelle took over both
feet, and Karen stepped out of sight for a moment. (My sight was very
limited at the time, because I was laughing so hard that my eyes were
watering). Michelle stopped the tickling after a few more seconds, and I was
able to catch my breath. She had a playful look in her eyes as she appeared
to be studying every inch of my body. She made a few quick swipes of myfoot
every few seconds, just to keep me off balance, but for the most part I was
able to rest tickle-free.
Then Karen came back in, and straight away began a slow meticulous
tickling of my right foot, while Michelle stepped out. "Puh-hee-hee- please,
sto-ha-ha-hap," I begged through my tickling torment. Looking down, I was
shocked to see that Karen had removed all of her clothes, and was now
tickling my foot with her left hand, while massaging her pubic hair andinner
thighs with her right. Against my will, my panties grew damper from an
increased horniness that I had not ever felt. Then Michelle came back in,
also undressed, and resumed the tickling of my left foot with one hand while
her other hand began a fingertip massage of Karen's buttocks. This caused a
jump and a giggle from Karen, who was obviously not expecting this touch,and
who was apparently as ticklish as I was, if not more so. However, although
Karen was unrestrained, and although she gave little jumps and giggles, she
made no overt attempt to get away from Michelle's tiny strokes and gooses.
Even though I had always liked boys, I found myself growing increasingly
horny from this lesbian bondage that I had been forced to endure. Finally,
between hysteria so intense that my hips were bucking to free myself fromthe
chair, I managed to get out a squeal for help. But because I was sotickled,
it came out "He-hee-he-eeelllp!"
My plea for help did not go unanswered. Immediately, Dr. Gigelstein
rushed into the room. She gasped in apparent amazement at the activities
going on in the room.
"My God, what are you doing in here," she asked sternly. Both girls
continued their activities, but did slow down enough for me to breathe more
easily. "Oh, were in trouble for being naughty again," Michelle said to
Karen. "I hope we get the "do-unto-others" punishment", Karen said with a
childlike naughtiness. I was now totally sitting on my skirt from all the
bucking I had been doing. I was still tittering from the slow tickling my
feet were receiving, but my body movements had lulled to wiggling. I noticed
that in my turmoil, I had also managed to pop about three more buttons on my
blouse, fully exposing my bra to the outside air.
Dr. Gigelstein quickly approached the chair and, from behind my head,
released a catch beneath each armrest. I thought that she had freed my arms
from their restraints, but I found that I was still secured. "I can't believe
the two of you are in here taking advantage of this poor girl's ticklish
feet," she admonished. The armrests swung away from the chair by a hinge
under my shoulders, and locked in place at almost ninety degree angles.
"You should have realized," Dr. Gigelstein continued, "that Suzanne's
armpits are probably just as ticklish as the rest of her body." With that she
stuck both hands in the front opening of my blouse, and deftly found both of
my armpits. Immediately, my renewed tickling had me flopping in the chair
like a landed fish. Her warm, soft hands gently kneaded the flesh of my
armpits, and began a progressive tickling past my bra strap and around my
ribs. She stopped long enough to untuck my blouse from my skirt waistband,
and undo the few remaining buttons left attached. My blouse fell open on both
sides of the chair. A few seconds later, and she had undone the front snap on
my brassiere. Since I don't wear the kind with shoulder straps, my bra fell
wide open and my breasts were fully exposed. My nipples grew hard from the
cool air in the room.
It was then I realized that the tickling of my feet had stopped, and the
little giggling I was currently doing was from the nitrous. Dr. Gigelstein
must have noticed this too, and we both managed to look down towards my toes.
Karen was now in a squatting position, fully masturbating and having
intermittent little gigglefits as Michelle playfully tickled her buttocks and
the sideswells of her breasts.
Dr. Gigelstein sighed and shook her head. She opened a lower cabinet
door, and removed what looked like a beach ball, only solid pink and with a
stub on one side. She then removed from another drawer what looked like a
dildo, except that it had a second, more slender rubber rod coming out and up
from the base of it. She attached this to the nub on the ball, and tightened
it into place. Then, she took a tube off of the counter, and smeared a clear
gel over both of the rods.
"Now, Michelle," she said admonishingly, "don't think you can get away
with taking advantage of Karen like you did Suzanne, either." She placed the
ball on the floor behind Michelle, and instructed her to lower herself onto
it. Michelle removed her hands from Karen, and spread her labia to allow the
larger dildo to slide up her vagina as she squatted onto the ball. From
behind, Dr. Gigelstein held Michelle's ass cheeks open with one hand, while
the other maneuvered the smaller dildo to penetrate her sphincter. Once it
was clear that Michelle was fully penetrated in both holes, Michelle reached
out again to caress and tickle Karen, who immediately let out with a "Yes!"
which had both elements of hysterical laughter and an explosive orgasm. Dr.
Gigelstein clicked a switch at the base of Michelle's dildo device, and I
heard a slight hum as a glazed look came into Michelle's eyes. Before she
walked away, Dr. Gigelstein reached around Michelle from behind and tickled
her underarms and ribs. Michelle nearly fell off her ball with her tickle-
spasms, but Dr. Gigelstein held her fast too it. "Get off of that ball before
your done with Karen, and I'll see you in the chair all night later," she
warned Michelle, and continued tickling her. "Now keep tickling Karen," she
My own emotions were running the gamut. I was terribly afraid of all
that was going on, and also terribly, sexually excited (as well as more than
a little sexually frustrated). If I were free from the chair, I would have
had a great difficulty deciding whether to run away or watch the ensuing
tickle-orgy and begin frigging myself.
Music began playing through the overhead speaker. Dr. Gigelstein must
have pressed something to pipe in some sound. She walked around me until she
was in full view of me; then she began undulating her hips slowly back and
forth, causing her long blonde hair to sway around her gently. When she knew
I was watching her, she began to undo the buttons of her white blouse. As
she reached the last button, she turned her back to me and slowly dropped her
blouse, exposing the bare flesh of her back. The absence of a bra strap told
me that her breasts must have been very firm for me not to have noticed she
was braless when I first met her. Turning to face me again, her hands
covering her breasts, did not hide the fact that my assumption was correct.
With calculated measure, her hands moved down her chest, fully exposing her
tits, and continued journeying down to the snap of her pants. One hand slid
inside her pants, while the other undid the clasp and zipper, revealing curly
tufts of dark blonde pubic hair. She wasn't wearing any panties, either,
which made her little strip show quick and expedient. Karen and Michelle
were paying little attention to the show, and indeed were now sharing an
embrace as they each trembled with the throes of their orgasms.
Dr. Gigelstein, now nude, made her way down toward my feet where the
girls had just finished their unusual sex. I feared that she too was going
to make a tickle attack on my feet. I tensed as she reached down toward the
foot of the chair. But she reached under the chair, past my feet, and
released yet another lever on her chair. Instantly, the leg rests of the
chair fell away from each other, making a Y-shape, and forcing my attached
legs to do the same. Still keeping her sway in time to the music, Dr.
Gigelstein made her way between my separated legs, and slightly stroked my
mound through my panties. Reaching across my leg to the countertop, she
grabbed a sharp bladed instrument. I was scared shitless now, fearing that
she was going to cut me. I shut my eyes, and waited, when with one quick
stroke, she cut through the left waistband of my panties. Then the right side
went the same. I opened my eyes, and saw all three of the ladies standing
over me as Dr. Gigelstein pulled my ruined panties away like she was
unwrapping a Christmas present. Then, she reached under the seat under my
ass, and I felt my butt sink. I felt air on my cheeks, and watched the
doctor toss the detachable seat to the floor beside me. My crotch and ass
were now fully exposed; I couldn't even shield myself using my thigh muscles
with my legs apart the way they were.
Dr. Gigelstein looked at Karen. "We'll need a rinse," she said. "Right
away," Karen replied. She walked over to the sink basin and uncoiled alength
of hose. "We'll also need suction," she told Michelle. "I'm on it," said
Michelle, and brought out another length of plastic tubing.
"Wh-Wha-ha-hat are you doing," I managed to giggle out.
"We're going to get you all cleaned up, dear," she said, and squirted a
spritz of water into the air from the hose Karen had handed her. The stream
landed between my breasts, and the cold made my nipples stick out hard. Then
she brought the hose down to my exposed pussy, and started making circles
around my clit and labia with the water. I had never felt such a feeling
before. It tickled tremendously, which caused me to let out with more squeals
of hysteria, but it also made my clit a hard and excited little nubbin. To
add to this, Karen and Michelle got on opposite sides of me and each began
sucking on a nipple while running their fingers around my ribs, over my
belly, and across my mound. The cumulative effect was beyond my control. I
was laughing and cumming, being tickled through the most torrential orgasm I
had ever felt as the water jets pounded into my clit relentlessly. I couldn't
stand the feeling of the water stream on my now hyper-sensitive clit, but
she fiendishly directed it on the underside of my clit while the two girls
massaged my ribs without mercy. I was going out of my mind, bucking wildly
in vain and howling with laughter.
Several hours later, I woke up on the floor, naked and sweaty and worn
out. Apparently, at some time I could not remember, they had released me from
the chair. The dentist and the two girls were also passed out nude. I
retrieved a pile of clothes, not sure if they were mine or not. As I was
about to sneak out, I glanced over at Dr Gigelstein, lying nude in repose in
her own chair, the one that had served as my restraint through the most
pleasurable torment I had ever felt. As I began to moisten again remembering
what I could about what had transpired, a devilish idea came to mind. I put
the clothes down, and quietly, oh so quietly, began locking the restraints
around Dr. Gigelstein's wrists and ankles. I can't wait until she wakes up.
I'm sure she'll love what I have in mind for her for payback. In fact, I'm
betting she'll be plumb tickled.