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The Tickle Tube

Jeanette stared blankly at her computer screen, absent-mindedly sipping her morning coffee. She didn't feel like being at work. Come to think of it, she didn't feel like being anywhere. She just wanted to evaporate into thin air.

"Hey... are you all right?" her coworker, Michelle, asked her.

"Huh? Oh, yeah, I'm fine," she mumbled, taking another sip of coffee.

Michelle sat down next to her. "Really? You don't look fine."

Jeanette signed. "Rob and I had sort of an argument," she confessed.

"About what?"

Jeanette hesitated and shifted uncomfortably in her chair. She motioned for Michelle to lean in toward her, and quietly answered, "I have never had an ******. I'm okay with that, but Rob seems to be taking it personally. He thinks he doesn't turn me on, and says he feels like a failure." She leaned back in her chair and sighed again. "Of course that's not true. I love him and he makes me happy. It's not his fault."

"Of course," Michelle responded sympathetically. She leaned in again. "Listen, I know of something that might be able to help you."

Jeanette looked at her skeptically. "All right, I'll bite. What?"

"Well, you gotta have an open mind," she answered, rummaging through her purse. She handed Jeanette a wrinkled business card. "Try going to therapy."

"Really, Michelle? Therapy? You think this is all in my head?" she said, making her annoyance quite clear.

"This isn't that kind of therapy," Michelle responded. "It's... to help with this specific problem. He's very good. I wouldn't have recommended him if I didn't think so."

Jeanette glanced down at the card in her hand. "All right," she said. "I guess a phone call couldn't hurt."

* * *

When Jeanette arrived home from work, she walked in the house to see Rob sitting in front of the TV with a bag of chips and a frozen dinner.  She could still feel the tension in the air from their earlier argument. Timidly, she approached the couch and sat down next to him. "Hi," she offered.

"Hey," he answered flatly.

"Listen... I think there might be a solution to our problem." She offered him the business card Michelle had given her. "This is a therapist. Supposedly he's very good."

Rob turned down the volume on the TV.  "A therapist? How is therapy supposed to help?" he asked skeptically.

"I'm not totally sure," she answered. "But I was told he specializes in this sort of thing... and that he knows what he's doing. We could at least make an appointment."

"Well, I guess it wouldn't hurt to try."

* * *

A few days later, Jeanette and Rob found themselves sitting in the waiting room of a small, sparsely decorated office. There was another couple sitting across the room from them, and all four of them were staring intently at the floor. No one wanted to make eye contact with anyone else. It was almost a relief when Jeanette and Rob were called back into the therapist's office.

In a few minutes, they were seated across from a tall man with a file folder and a clipboard. He introduced himself as only "Dr. D."  "So," he began, "Tell me how I can help you."

Rob and Jeanette looked at each other, unsure of what to say or who should speak first. Finally, Jeanette spoke. "Well... when we're intimate... I've never been able to climax."

"I see," Dr. D. responded. "How has this affected the relationship?"

"It's been a challenge," Jeanette answered. "Rob thinks it's his fault, and I'm not attracted to him."

"And is that true?"

"No! Of course not! I love him. He makes me happy. It's not his fault."

Rob let out an audible sigh.

Dr. D. studied them for a few seconds. "Well, I may be able to help you. But I caution you, my methods are a little unusual, and work best with an open mind. Additionally, I will need you both to sign a form stating that you will not discuss your treatment with anyone else."

Jeanette looked at Rob. He shrugged. "Okay," she said. "We'll try it."

* * *

Dr. D. led them down a hallway to a dressing room. "You can undress here," he said. "There are robes in the cabinets."

"Undress? What for?" Rob asked.

"Part of the treatment. Just step out when you're ready." A few minutes later, Rob and Jeanette were wearing long white robes, and following Dr. D. to another, larger room.  Inside the room was a large upside-down y-shaped tube placed at an angle, like a slide in a children's playground.  "This is where the treatment will take place," Dr. D. explained. "I will step out for a moment, and Jeanette, you will need to go up those steps and slide down into the apparatus. Feet go at the bottom, of course, and your arms will go up over your head at the top. I will knock before coming in to make sure you're in place." He stepped out and closed the door behind him.

"What the heck do you think this thing is?" Jeanette asked, slipping off her robe.

"No clue. Just remember this was your idea," he said, helping her up the steps. She slid down into the tube. Once her feet touched the bottom of the upside-down "y," her hands were the only part of her not inside the tube.

There was a knock at the door. "All ready?" Dr. D. asked.

"Yep," Rob answered. "Come in."

Dr. D. let himself back in, and closed the door behind him. "Jeanette, are you comfortable in there?" he asked.

"Um, yeah," she answered.

He turned back to Rob. "This apparatus is something I invented. So far, I have been able to help every woman who has come to me achieve ******. Now, the way it works is by stimulating different parts of the body. You know your wife's body better than I do, so I will leave it up to you as to where and how long the stimulation should occur. Here, try it out." He handed Rob a remote control. It had an outline of a woman's body on it, divided into sections, and each section had a small button in it. It seemed simple enough. He wasn't sure where to start, so he pushed the button on the remote that was on the stomach.

At first, it seemed like nothing was happening. Then all of a sudden Jeanette started giggling. "Hey!" she called from inside the tube.  "It... hehehehe... it's tickling!"

"That's perfectly normal," Dr. D. said loudly, in the direction of the tube.

"But... hahahahhaha... you -- you didn't say it would tickle!" Her words dissolved into a steady stream of giggles.

Dr. D. turned to Rob as if nothing out of the ordinary was occurring. He raised his voice so he could be heard over Jeanette's cackling. "You can push as many or as few of the buttons at one time as you like," he said. Then, he led him to the crux of the "y" shape. Jeanette could still be heard laughing and protesting from inside the tube. "When you think she's had enough, this section is removable," he said, pointing to an outline of the removeable section of the tube. "Once you remove it, you have access to her intimate areas. And you can stimulate her however you like," he said, gesturing to a small table covered with feathers and soft brushes. He looked at his watch. "I have other patients to attend to. Have fun." He left Rob alone in the room with a still-giggling Jeanette and the selection of tickle devices.

Inside the tube, Jeanette was laughing uncontrollably. Her stomach was being gently caressed by dozens of small, soft brushes that were twirling all over her exposed belly. She couldn't squirm away or bring her arms down... all she could do was laugh helplessly. "Rob!" she called. "Rob, stop! It's tickling!" She burst into laughter again.

Rob stared at the remote. He knew Jeanette wasn't particularly fond of being tickled, and he wasn't sure how this was supposed to help her climax. Still... the doctor DID say he was able to help his other patients... He pushed the button for feet.

Inside the tube, Jeanette was still laughing from being tickled on her stomach, but something else was happening. More of the soft little brushes were emerging to tease her skin... except now on her feet. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" she burst out laughing again. "Rob, no!" Unable to speak any more, she laughed hysterically as the brushes swirled around on her soles and between her toes.

Rob smiled, feeling a little guilty. Jeanette didn't know what she would be getting into. Oh well... he pushed the buttoms for legs and hips. She let out a high-pitched squeal before laughing even more loudly. He decided to let her squirm for a little while before depressing the last two buttons.

Jeanette was losing her mind. She had never been tickled so much for so long. She had never laughed this hard at anything. And she put herself in a position where she was totally helpless.

Rob pushed the last two buttons on the remote, for ribs and underarms. That was the last straw -- Jeanette was no longer just laughing, she was also screaming and trying to beg for mercy. Her laughter was loud and desperate as the little brushes tirelessly teased and stroked her sensitive skin. All the buttons were pressed -- now what? Rob smiled as he walked around to the crux of the tube, and removed the small section where Jeanette's legs met, exposing her crotch. To his surprise, Jeanette was aroused!

He selected a soft feather from the table beside him and started stroking up and down her womanhood. There was the slightest break in her laughter as she gasped, and he could tell she was trying to squirm. He continued stroking all around with the feather, lightly tickling all over her intimate areas.

Jeanette felt completely, totally confused. She was being tickled all over more than she could stand, but she also felt a different kind of tickling... the feather stroking up and down her crotch tickled but also felt very, very sexy... She laughed uncontrollably but also moaned from the pleasure building between her legs.

Rob was enjoying himself, too. He took his time stroking up and down her womanhood, teasing her clitoris ever so slightly, then going on to tickle somewhere else. Every time Jeanette moaned, he couldn't help grinning deviously. Finally, he decided she needed a reprieve. He started pressing buttons on the remote control to turn the tickling off. He kept pressing buttons until only her feet and ribs were being tickled.

Jeanette's laughter was still echoing in the room, but it was less frantic now. She still tried to squirm as she felt the little brushes twirling around her toes and between her ribs. And then came the feather in her crotch again... She moaned. The feather slowly tickled up and down her womanhood, barely teasing her clitoris before heading back down again. She couldn't stand it. She didn't know if she wanted it to end or to keep going. She didn't know if she felt aroused or ticklish. She felt like she was losing her mind.

Rob continued teasing Jeanette's crotch with the feather, noting how her moans were getting louder and louder every time he swept the feather over her clitoris. It was working -- she was totally aroused! He decided it was time to give her her first ******. He turned off the rib-ticklers so that only her feet remained being tickled, and then concentrated completely on his wife's pleasure spot. He drew the feather back and forth across her clitoris, tickling the little pleasure button mercilessly.

Jeanette was going totally crazy. She was still giggling from her feet being tickled, but the sensations coming from her pleasure spot were overwhelming. Every time the feather went back and forth across her clitoris, she could feel the pleasure build and flood her whole body. She moaned and gasped in pleasure. She hoped Rob wouldn't stop...

...And he didn't stop. He tickled and tickled her clitoris, stroking and teasing as the sensations flooded her body. Finally, Jeanette let out a moan that was mixed with a scream, and it seemed her whole body was shuddering inside the tube. Finally, she reached climax.

* * *

20 minutes later, an ecstatic Rob and a very exhausted Jeanette were riding home. "I can't believe you did that to me," Jeanette said.

"Hey, it was your idea!" Rob said.

"Yes," she smiled at him, "Yes it was."
AnnOnymous99 AnnOnymous99 22-25, F 4 Responses Apr 30, 2011

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Good story... nice attention to detail.

Love this story. I love pleasuring my lady and never ask for return. I can do this as long as she enjoy the pleasure I offer. Ladies are born to enjoy while men are born to be of service to ladies.

Loved It!

that was a good story i would like to hav a tickle machine lol