My high school girlfriend told me about an experience she had with a doctor tickling her foot. She was a lovely 15-year old brunette, tall and thin, with super-soft olive skin. Her feet were very beautiful and insanely ticklish. Unfortunately, she hardly let me near them. She could not stand having her tender feet touched.
She was a gymnast, and one day she injured her ankle. She had to get a cast and go to the doctor several times to have her ankle examined. Every time the doctor would touch her foot it would tickle so much that he couldn't complete the exam. He had to have his female nurse finish every proceedure. I never understood why it would tickle when he touched her, but not when the nurse did. It makes me wonder if he was tickling her on purpose. She said it was just the way he touched her foot. Who knows.
I loved hearing her tell this story, because it sent my tickle-lust through the roof. She said it was like torture to go to this doctor. The more her ankle healed, the worse the tickling became, because he had to manipulate her foot more and more.
I would have loved to have been a fly on the wall during these examinations, watching the look of terror on her face as the doctor came in the room, knowing what was about to happen to her unbearably ticklish foot. Then, watching her squirm and bite her lip as his fingers made contact with her toes, arch, and sole, rotating her foot in his hands. Then, watching her finally break down and whimper, "I can't take anymore. It tickles too much".
I wonder what was going on in that doctor's head. Did he look forward to having this beautiful teenage girl with perfectly shaped feet come to his office? Did his discovery of her ticklishness encourage him to drag a finger along her arch or prod under her toes when he really didn't need to? Did he derive some secret pleasure from of her pleas for him to stop touching her soft bare foot? Was it like a game to him, seeing how long she could hold out?
Any comments?
She was a gymnast, and one day she injured her ankle. She had to get a cast and go to the doctor several times to have her ankle examined. Every time the doctor would touch her foot it would tickle so much that he couldn't complete the exam. He had to have his female nurse finish every proceedure. I never understood why it would tickle when he touched her, but not when the nurse did. It makes me wonder if he was tickling her on purpose. She said it was just the way he touched her foot. Who knows.
I loved hearing her tell this story, because it sent my tickle-lust through the roof. She said it was like torture to go to this doctor. The more her ankle healed, the worse the tickling became, because he had to manipulate her foot more and more.
I would have loved to have been a fly on the wall during these examinations, watching the look of terror on her face as the doctor came in the room, knowing what was about to happen to her unbearably ticklish foot. Then, watching her squirm and bite her lip as his fingers made contact with her toes, arch, and sole, rotating her foot in his hands. Then, watching her finally break down and whimper, "I can't take anymore. It tickles too much".
I wonder what was going on in that doctor's head. Did he look forward to having this beautiful teenage girl with perfectly shaped feet come to his office? Did his discovery of her ticklishness encourage him to drag a finger along her arch or prod under her toes when he really didn't need to? Did he derive some secret pleasure from of her pleas for him to stop touching her soft bare foot? Was it like a game to him, seeing how long she could hold out?
Any comments?
