A Thousand Words: Megumi’s Advertising Debut
Megumi shifted a bit uneasily in her seat as she saw the last of the studio crew back away, leaving her tied rather firmly to the normal-seeming chair bolted to the floor of the recording studio. A voice came over the intercom, asking her if she was all right, to which she nodded hesitantly. When she had been asked to participate in this ad shoot, she had nearly leaped at the chance, awash with glee at finding work after only her second day of looking. In her haste, she’d barely listened to anything the producer had said before signing her name to the contract, and barely read it either… When he had mentioned that for safety purposes, she’d need to be restrained to the product she was advertising, some unease had began to creep into her mind…
Megumi shook her head and took a breath to steady herself, looking to the side where the camera and sound men were performing one final check of their equipment. Tied to a chair or no, they surely wouldn’t do anything unsavory to here, not here, not with at least a dozen people knowing where she was. And besides, one thing she had remembered was the sum of money she was being paid… Well, there was probably a good reason for her being tied. According to the director, the product she was to advertise was an automatic massage chair… and, Megumi had admitted to herself, and let slip in the interview, almost unbearably ticklish. A massage device would probably tickle her and it wouldn’t do for her to fall off of the chair a giggling mess.
Ah ha… I bet that’s it. Megumi grinned to herself as she figured out this particular advertising ploy. A pretty girl, tied up and giggling a bit, would be certain to boost the sales of ANY product… for all she knew, they could be selling whale blubber. The thought itself was worth a small giggle as she noticed the crew finally getting set up for the shoot. Unknown to her, when the producer and director heard her giggle, they nodded to one another and shared a grin. “Okay, we’re ready in five… four… three… two… one… action!”
An operator in the control booth hit a switch, and almost immediately, two blue-gloved mechanical hands popped out of the base of the chair, and removed the brown high-heeled shoes that Megumi wore. Even that little touch seemed to tickle her, now that she knew at least part of this ad was about her giggling, and she had to fight a smile. Her bound ankles shifted and pulled reflexively, and the two hands began to rub her feet, smoothly and slowly, and Megumi’s smile grew wider. She really was that ticklish, and her face began to redden ever so slightly. As the soft fingertips ran up and down her wiggling feet, she gave in and began to giggle, being sure to modulate her tone to an attractive, sweet giggle that would be sure to sell whatever product they wanted.
Still, that was hard. Was it her imagination, or were the hands actually tickling her, and not massaging her? The way the fingertips would wiggle beneath her toes certainly seemed like tickling, and she lost control of her laughter each time they did, arching her back and letting out a near-screech of surprised laughter. Megumi was too busy fighting the urge to let her laughter run out of control and didn’t see the director and producer nod and grin, motioning to the operator.
Without warning three more pairs of hands sprouted from the chair. The first pair of these came from the base, and made no pretensions at all of trying to massage Megumi. They began lightly squeezing her calves, and in so doing, squeezed the laughter out of Megumi’s mouth faster than she could control it. But that was only the start, she faintly realized through the suddenly more intense ticklish feeling. The hands that had been massaging her feet, sending light if not entirely unpleasant ticklish tingles through her legs, suddenly changed tack. One hand left her feet to begin squeezing and tickling her right thigh, while the other suddenly began running its fingers up and down Megumi’s bound soles. Ticklish sensations began shooting up through Megumi’s wildly quivering legs like electricity, sweeping every ounce of energy she possessed into her lungs to be processed into a laugh and shot from her mouth like a machine gun.
Yet that wasn’t even the half of it, quite literally. The other quartet of hands sprung from the chair’s back, a pair conveniently located around her waist, and a final pair up by her neck. It wasn’t as if her stomach was quaking with laughs when the third pair started poking and squeezing her sides. Megumi’s wildly spinning brain could only produce a lucid thought once every three tries, and one of these was the fervent hope that she did not split the seams on her shirt or break a button, as her attire for this shoot had been a somewhat tight-fitting businesslike shirt and skirt. If her chest, heaving with wild laughter, burst the button holding her shirt together, it would be little less than mortifying…
Megumi tried frantically to free herself from the ropes. The tingling feeling of tickling had swept through her whole body now, from the wild, intense spikes shooting through her incredibly sensitive legs to the pulsing, milder tingle that drove the laughs from her belly to her mouth that centered around her sides, and now the gentle teasing on her chin and neck. None of the ropes would give way even the tiniest bit, and Megumi realized in one of her rare clear moments that her struggles were likely exactly what the advertisers wanted…
It took her some time to realize that the sensations had disappeared and she was giggling from the mere aftereffects of such intense tickling. Vaguely she realized that her shoes had been put back on and as her limbs were untied, she took a wobbling step off of the chair, intending to light into the director and producer for making her go through that… torture… without telling her. Suddenly an envelope was thrust at Megumi, and upon glancing at it, Megumi realized that it was her pay, and when she saw the amount…
Two months
later, with sales of the Tickle Chair soaring, Megumi got a letter,
requesting
her for another ad shoot…