Dr. Maxwell's Stress Reduction Clinic
By J the Quill
"I'm telling you Paula, you don't need a therapist
to reduce stress.
It's all in the mind. You're just going through a rough time and
you need an
"I know Sherry, It's just… I have been going
to a therapist for so long,
I'm just not sure what else to try."
Sherry looked at her co-worker. Paula had been
a workaholic since
graduating college. She had no time for a social life and rarely
family. Normally, Sherry would just leave the subject alone and
mind her own
business. But Paula and her had become such good friends within
the last two
years and she saw her friend in need.
Paula was too reserved for her own good. She
wore her thick brown hair
up in a bun. She always dressed conservatively. Wearing
business suits that
she had bought off the rack at a department store. She always
flats or penny loafers. It had taken a while for her friend to
to start wearing skirts instead of pants. Paula was a project
had refused to give up on.
"Look Paula, I can't tell you what to do, but I can
recommend that you sign up for some sessions at my clinic. It's
a therapist and I guarantee you'll have faster results than taking
pills the doctor prescribed."
"I'm not sure, Sherry." Paula had always been
envious of her blonde
co-worker. She always felt mousy around her. Sherry could
hold the world in
the palm of her hand if she so desired. She wore tailored suits
complimented her perfect figure. She always showed the right
amount of leg
and cleavage, enough to get noticed but not enough to get into trouble
work. She wore the highest heels and walked graciously
about. As of late,
Paula had come to trust her assistant's judgment. The day she
wore the suit
that Sherry had picked out for her a few of the guys had complimented
it. She decided to take her co-worker's advice. "All right,
Sherry, I'll do
it. Do you have the number?"
"Oh no." Sherry told her. "If I gave you
the number, you'd casually
forget to call. I'll set you up for an appointment on Friday when
mine scheduled. Then we can go dancing after and make a night of
"Dancing? Oh Sherry. I'm not sure."
"Sorry, you already promised."
Friday evening came faster than Paula had
expected. As they left work
for the day, Sherry followed her home. They walked into Paula
Sherry carrying a large, fully packed athletic bag with her. "I'm
decided to spend the night Sherry, but do you need all those clothes?"
"No, most of this stuff is for me, but I brought a
few things for you."
"Like what?" Paula looked at her questioningly.
"What were planning on wearing tonight?" They
went to Paula bedroom and
the brunette showed off the outfit she had planned for the night.
You're going to wear pants to a club?"
"These are nice, I'll look fine."
"This is what I picked out for you." Sherry
pulled a short black mini
dress from the black bag.
"I couldn't possibly wear that!"
"Oh yes you could."
It took about ten minutes of arguing until Paula
decided to wear the
dress. She came out of the bathroom wearing the dress and tan
Paula held out a pair of four-inch high-heels with ankle straps to her.
Again the argument ensued as to whether Paula would wear the
heels. In the
end, Paula was teetering atop the stiletto heels, trying to maintain
"Now let's do your hair." Sherry told her.
Paula had to admit Sherry could make her look
beautiful on the outside.
She walked around getting used to the heels as Sherry got ready. Sherry
emerged from the bathroom a picture of radiance. Sending Paula
back down to
her mousy roots.
Paula drove to the clinic, while Paula sized up her
outfit. Sherry wore
a white tight silk blouse that showed off her perfectly toned
body. She had
chosen a black leather skirt the showed the tops of her black stockings
she sat in the driver's seat. She wore a black pair of opera
stiletto heels the same height as Paula's. Sherry called these
shoes." They were always sliding off the backs of her heels when
her legs, a move Sherry guaranteed would call attention to her from
They walked up into the clinic and signed in at the
reception desk. The
girl behind the counter handed Paula a clipboard and asked her to read
agreement and sign at the bottom.
"It's just a formality." Sherry assured
her. "Just sign at the bottom."
Paula signed the sheet and received her copy. A few moments later,
another woman in a doctor's coat came to get them. She led them
into a small
room in the back of the clinic.
"Okay ladies, who's first?" The doctor asked
"Paula will be first." Sherry told her
confidently. "I'll help her get
into position. I've done this before." The doctor left them
in the room,
which had no furniture save an office chair. The only noticeable
the entire unremarkable room was a small door about eighteen inches off
ground, which had a square panel cut out of it. Sherry walked to
and opened the door. Inside the door was a small compartment with
bottom. "Okay, get in and kneel right here," Sherry patted the
pad. "Once you're in, stick your head through the hole on the
Paula wasn't sure what to think, but she had trusted
Sherry up until now
and the blonde was a regular patient." She climbed into the
stuck her head through the opening. She found that it had a
semi-circle that was wide enough for her neck to rest in. As her
protruded through the hole, she saw the doctor waiting on the other
standing on a raised platform that brought her chest to Paula's eye
The lady doctor slid the panel above the brunette's head downward,
another padded semi-circle on the back of her neck. With a click
became unmovable, trapping Paula's head in the other room. Behind
heard the door close. She could feel Sherry guiding her feet into
then felt something padded enclose around her ankles. When they
finished, the doctor and Sherry had effectively locked her into the
her head stuck in one room and her feet sticking out into the
doctor brought a mask down from the wall and began adjusting the strap
around Paula's head.
"Is this like aromatherapy?" Paula asked her.
"It's definitely similar. There are a few
sensory stimulations that get
added in to achieve greater results. But otherwise, all the magic
through this." The doctor said, adjusting the mask over her face.
"What kind of stimulations?"
"Well the monitor usually tells the whole
story." The doctor left the
platform and returned a moment later with a rolling television. She turned
it on and a blue screen came up. She rolled it in front of
Paula's face and
flipped a switch on the wall. "I'll be back in about forty-five
Just relax and let the therapy do all the work."
The doctor left the room. A moment later,
Paula heard a hissing noise
and the monitor came to life. The picture on the screen was a
On the screen was a camera's feed of a side view of her feet sticking
into the next room. She could see very clearly the extra panel
that had been
added to the door that trapped her ankles. As a sweet smell came
mask, she began to find her situation humorous and let out a slight
She watched the monitor, wiggling her feet to make sure they were
giggled again. Thinking it was funny for some reason. As
she rotated her
ankles, a pair of hands came into the camera's view, hands with a
manicure. As she watched, the index finger of one hand traced a
her exposed instep. A shockwave went through her body as the
sensation entered her nervous system. She began to laugh a little
The wicked finger turned and dragged across the instep of the other
causing Paula to laugh a little harder. She started to struggle
bonds. She reached behind her to unlatch the door, but found no
turn. She kept laughing frantically. She gasped out loud as
the free hands
made short work of the buckles that held the shoes on her feet. The buckles
undone, a few wiggles sent them falling from her feet, fully exposing
ticklish, vulnerable soles. She was absolutely helpless and her
in the next room about to tickle her. It was too much for her as
laughter streamed from her mouth at the thought of her feet being
She watched helplessly as the Sherry's hands, bearing those sharp
curled into claws and slowly danced down the lengths of her smooth
She giggled for a few seconds, until the tormenting fingernails found
arches. Torrents of laughter rained from her mouth as the deft
lingered at the balls of her feet and wiggled up and down. Her
laughter echoed throughout the empty room. Her laughter was on
now, even when the hands didn't tickle her, she continued to laugh
The hands poised over her feet once again and torturously walked down
sides of her feet. Causing fresh squeals of giggling to erupt
helpless brunette. After just a few minutes, she was completely
but she continued to laugh. Soon her hands hung loosely at her
her feet, which could wiggle and twitch to avoid some of the tickling
dangled immobile, becoming easy targets for Sherry, whose hands seemed
have plenty of energy left. One hand gently lifted her foot so
faced the ceiling. Paula watched as the pointed toe of her own
lowered to her foot. The shoe glided across the nylon-covered
surface of her
foot, tickling Paula once again.
New energy sprang to life inside Paula as more tickling sensations
through her nervous system. After a few minutes the other foot
to the same torture. To Paula, being tickled by her own shoes was
funniest thing she ever seen. Tears welled up in her eyes and her
blurred. She could barely make out her own feet in the monitor
harder not knowing how badly her feet were being tickled. Through
Sherry came, which Paula found even funnier. She laughed as her
stepped up on the platform and wiped the tear-streaked eyes.
"I wanted to see how your stress relief was
going. You've only been in
there twenty minutes and I wanted to make sure you were going to last
full forty-five. You doing okay?" Paula tried to respond,
but the laughter
combined with the mask proved a verbal impossibility. Sherry's
to the side of Paula's head. "I also wanted to see if your
ticklish." She began lightly touching Paula now overly sensitive
reaction was electric as Paula did her best to avoid the touches while
giggling without end. She tried again to communicate to Sherry
out, but again, her giggling and covered face muffled the
message. "What was
that?" Sherry asked her condescendingly. "Did you say you
wanted me to go
back and tickle your feet more? Well. Okay!"
Paula was sure her "NO!" was unmistakable. Although the constant
laughter might lead one to disbelieve. Sherry left the room and
appeared on the monitor a moment later. There was no gentleness
this time as
the hands quickly slid across Paula's ticklish soles. The sharp
threatening to tear through the smooth nylon. The fingers moved
drawing forth bursts of unrestrained laughter from the helpless
Over and over the nails wreaked their havoc upon poor Paula's sensitive
endings. Paula wailed in agony unable to function, save laughing
at the top
of her lungs.
She heard a click and the hissing stopped. The
hands on the monitor had
stopped tickling and Sherry was rubbing her palms against the tortured
The forty-five minutes was up. Barely focusing, Paula made out
wheeling the television away. The doctor climbed upon the
pulled the mask from Paula's aching face. Turning a lever she
slid the panel
up and freed the giggling Brunette's neck from the padded hole. The doctor
left and entered the other room to help Paula out of the wall.
The two women helped Paula into the chair and let
her rest while the
nurse put Sherry into the compartment. The doctor left, leaving
Paula in the
room alone with Sherry's feet and legs sticking out from the square
the door. Next to the door was a flat panel that could be slid
acting like a pillory to hold the two ankles immobile. Paula
chair over to the feet and placed the panel over the ankles, locking
into place. She looked through the eyepiece of the camera, making
was well focused on the stiletto heels adorning Sherry's helpless
doctor reappeared through the door.
"I just turned the nitrous oxide on for
Sherry. Do you want to handle
this? I could do it if you think you're too tired."
Paula smiled wickedly. "I'll find the
energy." She told the doctor,
gently tugging at the heels on front of her. The foot flexed
trying to get the shoe back on fully. She playfully pulled at the
Through the wall she heard Sherry beginning to giggle. She was
"How's your stress level Paula?" The doctor
"I feel so relaxed." She told the doctor,
turning her attention back to
the feet, which had lost one of the shoes protecting one of the
"That's what we're here for. Don't forget to
sign up for your next
appointment before you leave."
"Oh I will. Um, how long is Sherry scheduled
"She's scheduled for a half-hour."
"What is the longest possible session allowed?"
"For new customers, we only allow forty-five minutes maximum."
"How about Sherry?"
"Sherry has been here a few times. The maximum for a regular
customer is two
"Tell you what, let's extend her time tonight, and go ahead and bill me
The lady doctor smiled as wickedly as Paula felt. "I'll just go
arrangements." She told the brunette.
"Thank you so much." She said, drawing her ten fingernails down
black, nylon-clad sole. "How about it Sherry? Do you think
you can last a
couple hours like this?" Through the wall she heard Sherry let
loose with a
protesting whine that ended in a giggle. The feet twitched
causing the other high heel, which had been balancing precariously, to
"I think she said she'll be okay. You know," Paula told the
doctor, "I never
got your name."
"I'm Maria, Dr. Maria Maxwell."
"Well, Dr. Maria Maxwell, I'm very new to this. Do you think you
a couple of hours and teach me the finer points of tickle
torture? Like you
take this foot and show me how, and I'll take this foot and get some
"I'll be right back.," The doctor said, smiling broadly.
"Hurry back." Paula told her. "I hate to keep my friend