Like many happily married couples, my wife and I do many special things with one another to keep our relationship strong. One of our favorite things is "spa night", when one of us plays the masseuse while the other plays the pampered client at a ritzy spa. We perform "in character", and that usually leads to some interesting dialogue. One particular night stands out and that's what I'd like to share with you now.
On this occasion, my wife was the pampered guest and I the dutitful masseuse. After she had chosen a few of the special "services", we began as usual, "in character." The last selection chosen was the full body massage, one of her favorites. But this time, I suggested that we enhance her experience by adding a full body wrap. I explained that by wrapping her up in plastic wrap, I would essentially be locking in her body's heat and therefore allowing her skin to soak up more of the lotion and her skin would remain softer, longer. She agreed, and after her massage, I began wrapping her in the plastic wrap. I wrapped her from her neck down to her ankles, while she was standing next to the bed. Then, I helped her lay down on the bed, and gently placed a pillow under her head and a mask over her eyes. The mask, I suggested, would reduce the light in her eyes and add to her tranquil experience. As a final touch, I placed our blanket over her wrapped body, keeping her head above the cover, and asked her if she was comfortable. She said that she was nice and warm, except for her feet, which I had intentionally left exposed and unwrapped. I explained that I was going to be tending to them momentarily. She then let out a very loud sigh of relaxation, and started to drift off. I then positioned myself by her feet, which were sticking off the end of the bed. I took some additional wrap and wrapped her ankles several times to secure them and to make sure she coudn't spread them apart. She awoke from her tranquil state and asked why I was doing that, and I further explained that I didn't want any of her body heat to escape from below. She nodded her head in acceptance (not that she could have done anything about it!), and then I began to massage her feet with some of the body lotion.
Let me tell you about my wife's beautiful feet. My wife has pretty size seven feet, alabaster in color, with soft coral hues around her heels, toes and pads. Her nails are almost always painted a bright pink color, and this time was no exception. She goes barefoot often (which I love!) and she works very hard to keep her feet nice and soft to the touch.
I began her foot massage with plenty of lotion and kneaded it firmly into her soft soles and pads. She responded with a slight purring sound (she loves her feet rubbed!) and I started to squeeze her toes tightly and then slowly release them. After a few repititions, I took the toes on her right foot and pulled them as far back as they could go, stretching the skin of her soles taut. Then I scribbled my fingernails under her toes, and she almost jumped through the wrappings! She screeched and she asked me what was I doing to her, and told me to stop it. I told her that I was going to have some fun with her and that there was nothing she could do about it! I continued to scribble my fingers all under her toes, across her sole and around her heel. She was jerking violently and struggling to get free. It was then that she realized that I had tricked her into this position, as she started begging me to stop. I then took her left foot, and pulled those toes back as well, and continued my five fingered assault on both her soles. She was now laughing out loud with tears streaking down her cheeks. She was completlely beside herself with laughter, and was thrashing her blindfolded head from side to side! I added more lotion to her feet and started to spread her toes apart and slide my fingers in between them. This sent her into sheer hysterics as she again begged and pleaded for her release. I completely ignored her pleas for help, and continued tickling her in between her toes. I then got out the electric toothbrush (my favorite implement!) and I worked her toes and the spaces between them. Once the lotion had been worked in, I started to nibble on her toes. She goes insane when I do that, and this time was especially reactive! She screeched even louder as I continued to bite her toes gently, and then lick her soles all the way down to her heel, and then started to nibble on her heel. She was sompletely frazzled with this experience, as she had never been restrained like this for such an intense tickling. It was torture for her, but I was having the time of my life!
After about thirty minutes of this ruthless behavior on my part, I decided that she had endured enough torture and began to unwrap her from her plastic bonds. While she was trying to compose herself, she didn't know whether or not to be mad at me for tricking her into something so devious. She said she liked being wrapped up like that, but that the tickling part was a lot more than she thought she could endure. I told her that "all of my special clients" love that part of the treatment, and that she should thank me for including it in her session. She laughed in mockery and said, "Ha, sure they do!" I then suggested that we schedule another treatment soon, and she replied that she wouldn't be the one getting wrapped up next time. I told her, "we'll see!"
On this occasion, my wife was the pampered guest and I the dutitful masseuse. After she had chosen a few of the special "services", we began as usual, "in character." The last selection chosen was the full body massage, one of her favorites. But this time, I suggested that we enhance her experience by adding a full body wrap. I explained that by wrapping her up in plastic wrap, I would essentially be locking in her body's heat and therefore allowing her skin to soak up more of the lotion and her skin would remain softer, longer. She agreed, and after her massage, I began wrapping her in the plastic wrap. I wrapped her from her neck down to her ankles, while she was standing next to the bed. Then, I helped her lay down on the bed, and gently placed a pillow under her head and a mask over her eyes. The mask, I suggested, would reduce the light in her eyes and add to her tranquil experience. As a final touch, I placed our blanket over her wrapped body, keeping her head above the cover, and asked her if she was comfortable. She said that she was nice and warm, except for her feet, which I had intentionally left exposed and unwrapped. I explained that I was going to be tending to them momentarily. She then let out a very loud sigh of relaxation, and started to drift off. I then positioned myself by her feet, which were sticking off the end of the bed. I took some additional wrap and wrapped her ankles several times to secure them and to make sure she coudn't spread them apart. She awoke from her tranquil state and asked why I was doing that, and I further explained that I didn't want any of her body heat to escape from below. She nodded her head in acceptance (not that she could have done anything about it!), and then I began to massage her feet with some of the body lotion.
Let me tell you about my wife's beautiful feet. My wife has pretty size seven feet, alabaster in color, with soft coral hues around her heels, toes and pads. Her nails are almost always painted a bright pink color, and this time was no exception. She goes barefoot often (which I love!) and she works very hard to keep her feet nice and soft to the touch.
I began her foot massage with plenty of lotion and kneaded it firmly into her soft soles and pads. She responded with a slight purring sound (she loves her feet rubbed!) and I started to squeeze her toes tightly and then slowly release them. After a few repititions, I took the toes on her right foot and pulled them as far back as they could go, stretching the skin of her soles taut. Then I scribbled my fingernails under her toes, and she almost jumped through the wrappings! She screeched and she asked me what was I doing to her, and told me to stop it. I told her that I was going to have some fun with her and that there was nothing she could do about it! I continued to scribble my fingers all under her toes, across her sole and around her heel. She was jerking violently and struggling to get free. It was then that she realized that I had tricked her into this position, as she started begging me to stop. I then took her left foot, and pulled those toes back as well, and continued my five fingered assault on both her soles. She was now laughing out loud with tears streaking down her cheeks. She was completlely beside herself with laughter, and was thrashing her blindfolded head from side to side! I added more lotion to her feet and started to spread her toes apart and slide my fingers in between them. This sent her into sheer hysterics as she again begged and pleaded for her release. I completely ignored her pleas for help, and continued tickling her in between her toes. I then got out the electric toothbrush (my favorite implement!) and I worked her toes and the spaces between them. Once the lotion had been worked in, I started to nibble on her toes. She goes insane when I do that, and this time was especially reactive! She screeched even louder as I continued to bite her toes gently, and then lick her soles all the way down to her heel, and then started to nibble on her heel. She was sompletely frazzled with this experience, as she had never been restrained like this for such an intense tickling. It was torture for her, but I was having the time of my life!
After about thirty minutes of this ruthless behavior on my part, I decided that she had endured enough torture and began to unwrap her from her plastic bonds. While she was trying to compose herself, she didn't know whether or not to be mad at me for tricking her into something so devious. She said she liked being wrapped up like that, but that the tickling part was a lot more than she thought she could endure. I told her that "all of my special clients" love that part of the treatment, and that she should thank me for including it in her session. She laughed in mockery and said, "Ha, sure they do!" I then suggested that we schedule another treatment soon, and she replied that she wouldn't be the one getting wrapped up next time. I told her, "we'll see!"
