Date: Sat, 14 Jun 2008 01:03:35 +0200 (CEST)
From: Teresa Yam <trevor@maytum.fsnet.co.uk>
Subject: Getting the Giggles (Category: Lesbian Tickling Fetish)

Unassuming Polly Pickles finds a visit to the dentist can be quite a
laugh...

GETTING THE GIGGLES

(A Story of Alternative Dentistry)

I was the only person left in the dentist's waiting room. The last
appointment of the day I guessed. I had already leafed through most of the
dog-eared magazines that were strewn about the coffee table. I'd been
nervous enough as it was, without this dreadful waiting, the delays,
waiting for my name to be called. This was my first appointment since
moving out on my own. I'd recently acquired a nice little flat right in the
centre of town - handy for shops, restaurants etc.

There was no avoiding it - my regular six-monthly check-up was already two
months overdue. After scanning the yellow pages for a local practice, I had
finally settled on a certain Dr Joanne Smiley, D.D.S. She was the only
female dentist in the area, and ever since my last one, a right `lech' by
the name of Phil McCavity, had taken the liberty of feeling my boobs on the
pretence of wiping me down, I felt I just couldn't trust male dentists
anymore.

The surgery door opened and a petite lady, no more than five feet tall,
poked her head through and looked around. The tag on her nurse's tunic said
'Karen'.

"Doctor Smiley will see you now, Miss Pickles." The brunette smiled. Oh
well, at least they seemed friendly here.

I put the fashion magazine back on the table and smoothed my white cotton
skirt. I took a deep breath and followed Karen into the operating room,
thinking how nicely her black seamed stockings contrasted to her crisp,
clean white nurse's attire.

She showed me to the reclining chair and asked me to sit and make myself
comfortable. I lay back and luxuriated on the cool leather, which felt
sticky against my lightly perspiring wrists. My God, why did I get so
nervous about dentists? It was only going to be a simple check-up and I
rarely had to have anything done, anyway. All my family had been blessed
with good teeth, but I still felt uneasy whenever I had an appointment.

I noticed Karen looking at my legs. It seemed my skirt had ridden up quite
a long way and this was amusing her.

"Oh dear, that always happens," she giggled. "Here, let me sort you out."
She tugged the hem of my skirt back down again, smoothing it down over my
thighs. As she did this my body responded with a start.

"Oops! Sorry. You're not ticklish by any chance, are you?"

"Very," I replied, maintaining a breezy attitude.

"Good," Karen smiled. "That's something, anyway." She allowed her eyes to
roam over my body.

"I'll just pop next door and let Doctor Smiley know you're ready for her."

Did I detect just a hint of mischief in those big brown eyes? And what
about that strange remark -- `That's something, anyway?'

 Karen disappeared through a side door, leaving it slightly ajar. Almost
immediately I heard laughing and another female voice - Dr Smiley, I
presumed.

I looked around me. The room was much like any other dentist's I supposed.
The smell of mouthwash, various surgical instruments scattered on trays to
the side of me, the big elbow-jointed spotlight above me radiating heat. I
felt a bit hot myself. Probably just my nerves, I supposed.

I had on my high-collared work blouse, very conservative. I felt a bit
constrained by it and knowing I was in a man-free environment, loosened the
top two buttons. A waft of cool air from the open window gently played
across the tops of my breasts making me feel a little better.

There was more giggling and hushed talk from the other room, the two
different female voices alternating with each other. Then suddenly there
was raucous laughter followed by tittering again. What the hell were they
talking about? Although the door had been left slightly ajar, I couldn't
quite make out what they were saying. At least the atmosphere here seemed
pleasant enough. I began to relax.

It was then that I noticed something strange about the chair I was in.
There appeared to be some extra bits attached to it. I studied the
attachments on the arms of the chair that were right in line with my
wrists. They appeared to be like short, semi-circular pieces of tubing,
rather like steel collars, which were pivoted and out-turned at
right-angles to the arm.

 A fantastic thought then occurred to me.

 I imagined that these things, these `collars' as it were, could be
swivelled back in line with the arm of the chair and would then fit neatly
over a person's wrist, like a clamp...Hey, what if..? Could they possibly
be..?

My God, that was exactly what they were - a pair of clamps to lock your
wrists in place and hold you down while Joanne Smiley went about her work?
Surely she wasn't so clumsy she had to clamp you down? Just how painful was
this check-up going to be? My imagination began to run riot as panic
returned. God, I was so fickle. Calm down, Polly -- for heaven's sake --
you're being irrational as usual -- in this case, probably more so.

I remembered one time when I was a young girl my dentist had touched a
nerve with his prodding-thing and I had nearly hit the ceiling. Perhaps
these extra fittings were just a precaution to stop people fidgeting about
when she was doing something tricky; or from jumping out of your skin
perhaps, if she happened to touch a nerve.

I had heard a story about a patient at my old practice who lashed out and
struck her dentist in the face when his drill had slipped. I suddenly felt
a twinge in one of my back teeth. Ouch!

I heard more laughter next door and began to wonder if they had forgotten
about me. It was then that I noticed that there was also a pair of similar
clamps, only larger in diameter, at the foot of my chair, just about where
my ankles were. Surely not... My heart began pounding again and I felt a
bead of sweat trickle down from my forehead. I supposed patients sometimes
kicked out as well. Well, they did - didn't they..?

At last the door opened. Karen was followed in by a tall young woman. She
looked ravishing, even in her white working tunic. Her thick red hair was
gathered into a long ponytail.

"Hi, Polly, I'm Dr Smiley, er...Joanne." She was smiling in a relaxed,
friendly way, but with a suggestion of playfulness. There was no indication
as to what the two women had found so amusing while they had been next
door, but I felt certain some kind of collusion was going on between them.

"Hello," I said. "I thought you had forgotten about me."

"Oh no, we wouldn't do that; would we Karen?" Joanne said, glancing across
at her assistant. I wasn't certain, but I thought I saw them exchange a
wink.

"I'm sorry," I said, "But I'm a bag of nerves when it comes to dentists."

"There's no need to worry," said Joanne. "I'm very gentle - we both are,
and anyway, judging by your treatment record, you're teeth are pretty much
A1. I see that you've only ever had three fillings in your life, the last
one was er...let me see..." She picked up my treatment card again and
glanced at it. "Mmm, here we are -- four years ago. That's amazing."

"Even so..."

"Relax, I'm only going to have a quick look around."

Joanne laid her hand on my arm and squeezed gently. Or did I imagine it?

"We're great believers in mixing business with pleasure, aren't we, Karen."

"Oh, I should say so. We find it helps the medicine go down. We always say,
a happy patient is - a satisfied patient!"

"I must say you all seem very nice."

"We like to think so," said Joanne. "You'll find us very `user-friendly'
here.

"That's what I was hoping. I'm new to the area and still trying to settle
in -- find my way around."

"You'll soon do that. We're a happy bunch."

Joanne began preparing some instruments while Karen busied herself with
some filing -- patients' records no doubt.

"Now Karen here, she's just plain crazy, a right chatterbox. I sometimes
wonder how we get any work done at all. And of course, there's Daisy on
reception. She's such a sweet old lady. And she's so with-it. Loves her
crosswords, bless her."

"Yes, I'd heard that you're an all-female practice. That's what appealed to
me. I had a rather unpleasant experience with a male dentist once."

"Oh, don't tell me -- the old `wandering hand' trouble was it?

"Actually, yes. How did you know?"

"I've met a few myself - at Dentists Training College -- they could never
keep their hands to themselves. They all seem to think they're God's
gift. What did you do -- knee him in the balls?"

Joanne chuckled and looked at Karen who laughed. I was starting to feel
better again.

"Oh no, nothing like that. I gave him a piece of my mind though."

"Good girl. Now, open wide. Let's have a look at the crown jewels."

Joanne adjusted the lamp and I focused on her `prodder'. It sparkled in the
light as she homed in on my mouth. Then I looked into her eyes as she
concentrated on the inspection. They were a beautiful sea-green colour,
flecked with brown. A strange feeling washed over me. Her pure skin looked
untouched by sunlight, but she had a warm glow of youthful vitality in her
cheeks. I became fascinated by the way the tip of her tongue poked out
between her lips while she concentrated. It made me feel all tingly.

She started prodding around, saying, "Mmm, that looks fine...that one's
okay...uh-hmm...mmm...Oh, hang on - what have we here..?"

"Oh no...What?"

"Well, I must say I'm surprised - a couple of little cavities on the upper
deck. I can take care of them right now if you'd like."

Oh, horror of horrors. That's all I needed.

"Er...well, I could make another appointment, if you like."

"It's no trouble, Polly. It really won't take a moment. Best to get it all
done in one visit. Save you a journey."

"I don't mind coming back, honest."

What a coward I was. I even started to get up but Joanne pushed me back
down again, gently but firmly. Karen assisted by holding my ankles
down. This was the most unusual treatment I had ever experienced. Joanne,
keeping one hand firmly on my shoulder, moved behind me and got something.

"Don't worry, Polly, I specialise in painless dentistry. In fact, I don't
even use injections."

I saw Karen step on something on the floor and heard a little click, like
something snapping into place. She let go of my ankles but I couldn't move
them... or my arms, for that matter. It was then that I realised she'd just
operated the gadgets on the chair and clamped me down. Those metal collars
had snapped into position over my wrists and ankles. I was now their
prisoner. I felt my eyes widen with terror and the next thing I knew,
Joanne was holding a small plastic mask over my mouth. I felt myself begin
panic, my breath coming in quick, little gasps. Those masks are so
claustrophobic. I really hate them.

"No," I yelled in terror, my voice muted inside the plastic cup of the
mask. "I don't want to - What are you doing?"

"Don't struggle. You're not going anywhere, I'm just going to give you a
whiff of gas. That should get rid of your nerves and you'll feel better. In
fact you'll probably feel a little giggly."

Very comforting, I thought, hyperventilating inside the mask.

"The clamps are for your own protection as well as ours," said Karen,
removing my shoes.

"I'm just going to elevate your legs a little," said Joanne, "to increase
the flow of blood to your head. That will enable the gas to take effect
faster."

The chair's electric motor whirred and I felt myself being tipped at an
angle, so that my head was lower than my feet. I could feel my skirt riding
up again. I heard Joanne flick a switch and almost immediately heard a
slight hissing sound. I began to feel light-headed. I was way past caring
about the amount of leg I was showing. Well, we were all girls together,
weren't we? Do you know, I was beginning to feel quite carefree. Hey, this
gas stuff was great. I was feeling kind of happy. What was happening to my
super-sensitive nerves?

Looking down as best I could, I saw that my hem was well above mid-thigh by
now, partly exposing the white cotton bikini briefs I had on. I saw Karen
reach for my skirt and I assumed she was going to restore my dignity like
before. But I was mistaken. She simply raised it a bit more and passed her
hand lightly across the insides of my thighs. My legs jerked involuntarily
at her touch. I couldn't help it, but I started giggling, just like Joanne
had suggested. I felt all squiffy and rather silly, but I didn't care any
longer.

"I told you she was ticklish, Jo," Karen said, her eyes bright with
mischief.

Joanne removed the mask from my face and smiled at me. "I think that's
enough funny air, don't you? How do you feel now?"

I was still giggling, but I didn't know what at. But I managed to say, "I
feel all drunk...hee-hee...You've got me all merry and silly...ha-ha...you
naughty pair."

"Good. Now, how about a bit of fun, Miss Polly Pickles? Shall we see just
how ticklish she really is, Karen."

"What a good idea," Karen replied.

Then I remembered why I was here. "Wh-what about...tee-hee...my fillings?"

"What fillings?" Joanne teased. "Your teeth are perfect. I was only kidding
you. I've never seen such a beautiful set."

I laughed raucously.

"We've obviously got her in the right mood, Karen," said Joanne, "so let's
get to work. Give Daisy a call, no point in her hanging around. Tell her
she can go home early. We can manage now."

"I like Daisy...ha-ha-ha," I garbled. "She's such a sweet lady -- good at
crosswords..."

Karen took her hand off my thigh and went to the desk and picked up the
phone to talk to Daisy. Dr Smiley meanwhile, was undoing the rest of my
blouse buttons.

"I wonder how much tickling she can really stand?" Joanne said, pulling my
blouse away from my shoulders. "This is always the best bit - not knowing
how they're going to take it. Better close the window, Karen. I think it's
going to get quite noisy in here very soon. We don't want people outside to
get the wrong impression, do we? We are a dentist's after all -- even if it
is an unusually happy one."

You know, something - at that particular moment in time I found it pretty
hard to disagree with Dr Joanne Smiley and her little minx of an assistant.

The End