The Tickle Trainee- Kaitlynn Tye [18+] [OC][Short Story] [Medical] [Restraints] [Tickling] [Tickle Torture][BDSM]

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Chapter 1- Trainee

He walked into the clinic somewhat scared of what might be in store for him. Tanish had heard enough about this locally famous "Wellness" clinic to know that it was something he wanted, even if his thudding heart and shaky breathing told him to: "TURN AROUND AND RUN!"

He was ready, he had already met Doctor Richards, and she seemed really nice. But she was not going to be doing the tickle therapy. Not that she wouldn't be there, but she just wouldn't be doing it. She was training a new doctor, a young black woman who seemed even nicer than Doctor Richards.

Since Tanish couldn't afford to pay for treatment, the doctor decided that she would work something out to ensure that both parties benefited from the arrangement, she was considerate like that.

What she came up with was that Tanish gets tickle-treated by the trainee, after-hours. It wasn't the ideal setup, but it was the best he could get and he was happy that they adjusted their schedules to fit in a twenty-three-year-old graduate exchange student from India who had no real clue what he was getting into. One thing he was sure of however, he may not know what exactly it would feel like but he knew that he wanted it more than he has ever wanted anything in his life.

He pushed the door open, and he felt an icy chill run down his spine. The lights were off and there was a muffled noise echoing from the back of the clinic. It was definitely spooky, but it was also kind of enticing. He stepped inside, pulled the door shut behind him, and began making his way toward the source of light that he could see in the back.

The hallway seemed to stretch on for eternity as he navigated it slowly. The walls were painted white, but there were sparse decorations hung up around them that looked like they had been crafted by hand—wooden masks with intricate designs, vivid tapestries depicting scenes from ancient African folklore, and sculptures made out of glass that glinted when exposed to the light.

When they finally reached the door at the end of the hall, he paused for a moment before reaching out to grasp its handle. He could feel his heart thumping wildly in his chest as if it were trying to warn him away; but instead of turning around and running away like it wanted him to do, Tanish squared his shoulders determinedly and stepped forward into the unknown.

He opened the door and stepped into a large room filled with strange contraptions - tickling machines, restraints, massage tables - all gleaming under a soft glow from overhead lights that created an atmosphere almost surreal in nature; if one didn't know what this room was used for then they wouldn't have any idea what they were looking at! A woman was standing in front of one particular machine—she turned around at Tanish's footsteps and smiled kindly at him as he peaked his head into the door.

"Come in Tanish," Dr. Richards said with a smile, walking over to greet her patient.

He came in his pajamas, as he was ordered to do because he knew he would probably need to undress. They were purple shiny-satin pajamas. They were his favorite pair and when he felt the silky-smooth pajamas dancing across his skin or saw his shiny glistening reflection in the mirror, he knew he made the right choice. The Dr. was going to love them.

As Tanish walked further into the room, he began to feel a sense of anticipation rising in him, causing his breath to quicken. He could feel his body responding to the unfamiliar surroundings and to the woman with the warm smile who was walking towards him. As she got closer, he could see the way her eyes sparkled with something that he couldn't quite identify - excitement, maybe, or anticipation.

"Climb up on this table, Tanish," she whispered, her voice low and sultry as her hand patted against the thick padding on the table "I want to get you comfortable before I bring in Lily."

Tanish climbed up onto the table, still feeling a bit uneasy but trusting this woman, nonetheless. As he lay down, she began to explain the steps of the examination in detail. She would need to measure his head circumference, check his reflexes and temperature, and then place him in the wooden stocks that were set up at the end of the bed. The stocks were used for safety purposes so he wouldn't move around too much during certain parts of the examination. She explained what each step meant and why it was necessary for her to do them, soothing away any fears Tanish had until he felt calm enough to accept what needed to be done.

Finally, Dr. Richards took out a couple of sets of shiny metal instruments from her bag - strange-looking hooks and clamps that made Tanish's heart skip a beat - but reassured him they wouldn't hurt if used properly. When everything was in place she talked softly as she applied various sensation-inducing lubricants on her patient before finally starting on her examination procedure, guiding Tanish through every step as carefully as possible.

She started with his feet and toes, using the metal tools to rub along his feet while his silky body thrashed around on the table. She focused on certain spots that were more ticklish than others, slowly working her way up from his ankles to the back of his knees, then up to the inner thighs. With long sweeping strokes, she moved around each rib in turn, tracing an ever-widening circle around the sensitive areas until she got to Tanish's underarm where he would giggle uncontrollably as she wiggled the instrument along.

Once finished, Dr. Richards reminded Tanish that this was just a test - no permanent damage would be done and he was okay. She repeated that line every time his giggling got out of control: "You're okay."

That was all she normally said for the first 10-20 minutes he was strapped in an uncomfortable position. She never once said things like: "It’s almost over." Or "I’ll stop soon." She let him know that it would be okay, not that the torment would be ending anytime soon.

A few seconds later he felt the wooden stocks being opened and the Doctor helping him sit upright to allow his feet to dangle off of the edge of the bed.

"So?" she asked nicely, making him jump as she slid her hand down his silky leg. "How was it?"

"It was wonderful," Tanish said sincerely, looking down at his bulging penis to confirm that he did really love the treatment.

"Well, that was simply the warm-up," She said, calmly getting to her feet and walking over to a set of papers that sat on a medical cart in the corner of the room.

He got up and followed her when she wagged her finger at him, almost summoning him like a dog to her will he quickly made the barefoot walk across the room to stand by Dr. Richards's side.

"I'm going to need you to sign these forms," she said, stepping away from the cart and handing him the pen. She used her long, perfectly manicured fingers to dance along the silk on his shoulder as he looked down at the forms.

The patient understands his right to end treatment will be waived with the signing of this form. Patient \_\_\_\_\_\_\_ agrees to allow Dr. Richards to perform the tickle torture procedure with no limitations, safe words, breaks, or conditions.

The patient has been fully informed of the risks and benefits associated with the procedure and completely understands them. Patient \_\_\_\_\_\_\_ hereby agrees to waive all risks associated with the procedure, including physical injury, emotional trauma, and psychological damage.

The patient also agrees that this session could be shared and discussed among other medical professionals as a part of research for further development in the medical field. The patient understands that he has the right to end treatment at any given time, and in signing this document he is waiving said rights.

Patient \_\_\_\_\_\_\_ affirms that he is of sound mind and body and is fit to accept the terms of this document.

Signature of Patient \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_

Date: \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_

Tanish signed his name with a sense of trepidation that he had never felt before - what he had just agreed to could potentially cause some serious repercussions in his life. But he had decided to trust this doctor and her methods because she seemed so kind and gentle when she talked about it - almost as if it was some kind of calming ritual that could lead him to a better place mentally. He also knew that Dr. Richards would be by his side throughout the entire procedure, which was probably the most comforting thing of all - knowing someone else was there who cared about him enough to keep him safe and secure.

Before he knew it, another woman was walking into the room. A much younger woman in her early twenties, she wore black scrubs that hugged her body in all the right places.

Her curly black hair was styled into a messy bun, and her dark brown eyes sparkled with excitement as she looked upon Tanish with a devilish grin. His heart began to race at the sight of her, and he found himself unable to look away from her piercing gaze.

"Hello, Tanish," she purred, her voice smooth like honey. "My name is Lily, and I'll be assisting Dr. Richards with your procedure today."

Tanish's eyes widened in surprise. He knew there would be another woman in the room during his tickle torture procedure, but he had no clue she would be so pretty. But as he looked at Lily, he couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation building within him.

Dr. Richards stepped forward, placing a hand on Tanish's shoulder. "Don't worry, Tanish," she reassured him. "Lily will be an expert in tickle torture, and she'll make sure that you're taken care of."

With a nod of agreement, Tanish took a deep breath and tried to relax. He knew that he was in good hands with Dr. Richards and Lily, and he was determined to go through with the procedure no matter what happened.

As Lily began to gather her supplies, Dr. Richards leaned in close to Tanish and whispered in his ear. "Are you ready for this, Tanish? Are you ready to experience the ultimate pleasure and pain?"

Tanish shivered at her words, feeling a mix of fear and excitement coursing through his veins. He nodded his head, his heart pounding in his chest.

"I'm ready," he whispered back. "Give me all you've got."




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