I was a doctor in a small Alaskan city called Cicely. Cold and boredom
were the norm. Occasionally, I was also sought for psychological reasons. One very cold evening, almost closing time, the waitress in the local bar and grill had an appointment with me. Her name was Shelley. Tall, lean, and fair-haired, she was gorgeous. When her appointment time was near, I let my receptionist leave early. On time, Shelley was wearing a blue dress, matching pumps, and nude colored pantyhose. Her problem wasn't physical, that was obvious. She was constantly depressed and couldn't work through her problem. I had the opportunity I had so long wanted. I suggested tickling to elevate her mood. She was very ticklish, but reluctantly agreed. I had her to lie down on the examining bed, where I placed straps across her body.
Tied tightly, I got my stool and placed it at the end of the bed. I sat down and removed her heels. Her nylonned feet were perfect. High arched, long and lean. I placed my hands on them and the feeling was too good. I proceeded to tickle her arches and toes. She laughed violantly and pleaded for me to stop. There was no chance. The nylons and her feet felt too good. I had to go further. I ripped open the nylons and tickled her for a while longer. I used various medical instruments to enhance her feeling. I finally gave into myself and used my tongue, working her entire feet. When I finally finished, after about a half hour, I thought she would be really mad at me for the torture I had caused. I guess not. We have a weekly session now.
were the norm. Occasionally, I was also sought for psychological reasons. One very cold evening, almost closing time, the waitress in the local bar and grill had an appointment with me. Her name was Shelley. Tall, lean, and fair-haired, she was gorgeous. When her appointment time was near, I let my receptionist leave early. On time, Shelley was wearing a blue dress, matching pumps, and nude colored pantyhose. Her problem wasn't physical, that was obvious. She was constantly depressed and couldn't work through her problem. I had the opportunity I had so long wanted. I suggested tickling to elevate her mood. She was very ticklish, but reluctantly agreed. I had her to lie down on the examining bed, where I placed straps across her body.
Tied tightly, I got my stool and placed it at the end of the bed. I sat down and removed her heels. Her nylonned feet were perfect. High arched, long and lean. I placed my hands on them and the feeling was too good. I proceeded to tickle her arches and toes. She laughed violantly and pleaded for me to stop. There was no chance. The nylons and her feet felt too good. I had to go further. I ripped open the nylons and tickled her for a while longer. I used various medical instruments to enhance her feeling. I finally gave into myself and used my tongue, working her entire feet. When I finally finished, after about a half hour, I thought she would be really mad at me for the torture I had caused. I guess not. We have a weekly session now.
