You enter Room 3 to find a blond haired woman. She was gagged with a ball gag, stripped to her bra and panties and placed in 4 point restraints on the bed. She frantically struggled and made desperate noises into her gag as you approach her.
Her bra and panties were hospital issue and could be removed without releasing the patient from her restraints, but you decide to leave them for now.
You notice a jar of Tickle Itch Lotion has been left near her, alongside some feathers, dusters and even a pair of feather gloves. The feathers were for a light session, the dusters were for a medium session, and the gloves were for an all out, full on, no mercy intensive session.
"Hello, you must be Janette. I'm your new doctor, and I can't wait to get started. Let's get right into our first session, shall we?" you smile as you knelt near the helpless woman. She moaned and struggled, but it did no good. "No need to threat, sweetheart. I'm going to start right away. This tummy looks quite ticklish, I think I'll start there" you smile as your hands hover over Janette's stomach. Janette begins screaming into her gag before you even touch her. "Shh, shh, hush now honeybun. In a few seconds, all your troubles will be replaced with glorious, unceasing laughter" you say before starting the session by tickling with your fingers over her stomach.
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMHMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMHMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM. MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH. STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMPH. HLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLMPH. GMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMHMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMHMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH&# 34; howled Janette. "That's it, my dear. Laugh all your cares away" you say as you tickle Janette's stomach and soon move onto her sides. Soon enough, she drifted into silent laughter. Tears rolled down her face as she laughed against her will. Eventually, you decide to give Janette a break. As she caught her breath, you stroke her hand to sooth her a little.
"With those reactions, your session will be done in no time. Now, my dear, I'm afraid it's time for the lotion" you say as you stroke her hand.
"NMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH" she howled through her ball gag, quite obviously protesting the idea of the tickle itch lotion being anywhere near her stomach or sides. "Yes" you say to her as you take the lid off the jar.
You have a decision to make. Where to apply the lotion first, you wonder.
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