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Jennifer Love Hewitt's Ticklish Workout

Sadistickler1

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Jennifer Love Hewitt’s Ticklish workout
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Sadistickler



I own a large private gym in Los Angeles. I cater to all kinds of clientele. Rich people, movie stars, singers, just about anyone with a lot of money. I try to cater to my clients. Tailored workout programs, special drinks and foods at the bar, just about anything they want, I provide.
One day Jennifer Love Hewitt walks in and starts her normal workout, but I see she’s frustrated with the results as she looks at herself in the mirror .I approach her and ask her what is wrong.
“ Oh, John, no matter what I do, I can’t get rid of these love handles. I’m trying to get my stomach rock hard for this new movie role, but no matter what I do, I can’t get rid of it.” She said.
“ Come with me, I have the perfect solution for you.” I said .I led her all the way into the back and through several doors to this one room. I unlocked the door with my key and we walked in. The room was carpeted but empty except for an inversion boots machine and a ladder and catwalk above it with a chair on top of the catwalk.
“Inversion machine? How will that help me? I do tons of crunches all the time, but it doesn’t help.” She said.
“Do you trust me? Jennifer?” I asked, looking her right in the eyes.
“ Well, of course John, I’ve been coming her for three years now, and you’ve always taken good care of Me.” she replied.
“Enough to sign a 3 week commitment contract? 3 days a week for two hours workout program that I will personally conduct for you?” I asked, still looking her in the eye.
Well of course John, that’s not a problem, if it will really work. Your programs are the best in the business. Where do I sign? She said, giggling and smiling.
“Let’s go back up front and I’ll get the paperwork started.” I told her.
We went up front, and she filed out all the forms and signed them, barely reading them. She finished and stood up.
“Ok then, I will see you tomorrow afternoon at 3:00. Don’t be late and just wear your usual workout gear.” I told her. She hugged me and left.
The next day she walked in promptly at 3:00 P.M. and walked right up to the desk and asked for me. I came out a few minutes later and escorted her to the back room with the inversion machine.
“Ok, Jennifer, lay down on it and I will strap you in.” I told her. She did and I began to strap her ankles securely into the boots, but carefully slid her socks down to her heels before clamping the boots around her ankles. I tilted the inversion machine up, so she was hanging upside down, her feet pointing straight up in the air two feet above the catwalk I then unclamped the machine from her body and slide it to the side so she was just dangling in the air by her ankles. I then walked over and opened an equipment closet and slide out a 16 inch padded mat and slid it under her for safety. Climbing the catwalk I sat down in the chair facing her tennis shoed feet .I reached down and slowly started untying her tennis shoes.
“John, what are you doing? Why are you untying my shoes? She asked.
“You’ll see.” I replied and continued. Once they were both untied, I slipped them off with a little amount of tugging. “John? What are you doing?” she asked, a little apprehensively.
“You’ll see. I replied again. I started tugging on her socks and finally got them free, sliding them off her feet.
“NO! John! What are you doing? My feet must stink something awful! I jogged 4 miles over here! Stop!” she said kind of embarrassed.
“ Don’t worry about it. I t doesn’t bother me a bit.” I told her.
I took out a few pieces of string with different sized rubber rings tied to them out of my pocket. I started affixing them according to size over each of her lovely toes.
“JOHN! What on earth are you doing to my toes?” She giggled. ”When do I start this workout?”
“In just a couple more minutes.” I said to her. I got all the rings in place, and gathered all the strings and pulled them downward towards a ring welded onto the top of the inversion boots .I pulled the strings tighter making her toes flex back, stretching her soles taut, then tied them securely in place to the ring.
“ HEY! What are you doing up there? I can’t flex my feet! John what’s going on? I thought this was going to be some kind of special workout program. You better explain to me what the hell your doing! “She said, a little miffed.
“Ok, we are all set. Ready for your workout? All you have to do is reach up and pull the release lever when you want down. The mat below will catch your fall,” I told her. Just as she started to say, “what the hell?” I started slowly tickling her heels with my fingernails.
“AAAAH! What are you doing, John! STOP! That TICKLES! AHAHAHA she giggled. I continued tickling her heels and slowly started gliding my nails up her instep towards the balls of her feet.
“ OH GOD! JOHN! NOOO AHAHAHAH STOP IT! JOOOOHN! IT TICKLES!!! I AM SOOOO TICKLISH ON MY FEET! HAHAHAHAHA STOP!!! PLEASE!!!” She laughed. She tried flexing up towards her ankles, trying to grab her ankles to stop me from tickling her feet, only to flop back down to an inverted position again.
I started tickling a little faster now, making figure eights in the center of her soles. She just screamed and laughed much harder, wiggling around and again trying to pull herself up towards her ankles only failing, and again flopping back down. I continued tickling as she attempted several more times to try to reach up to the release handle on her ankles.
“ OH GOD! OH GOD! HAHAHAHAH STOP IT! HAHAHAHA JOHN! I CAN’T TAKE IT! HAHAHAHAH JOOOOHHHHNNNNN!!!! NOOOO MOOOORE! HAHAHAHAHEHEHEHEHEEEE! “She screamed as she continued to reach the lever.
Flopping back down and squirming around wildly, she laughed hysterically the more I tickled. I inched closer and closer to the balls of her feet, and her laughter increased in both pitch and volume. I knew then that I was reaching her most ticklish areas.
Jennifer just flopped around below me like someone being repeatedly shocked with a live wire, cackling and laughing wildly from the sheer torture being inflicted on her very, very ticklish bare feet.
“ WAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! JOAHAHAHAHAN!!! NOOOHOHOHOOO!!! PALEEEEEASE!!! NO MORE! HAHAHAHAHAHA I CAN’T STAND IT!!! IT’S HAHAHAHAHA MAKING ME CRAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAZY!
!!
She continued to shriek and beg for mercy, but I continued to spider tickle my fingers all over the balls of her feet, eliciting the wildest laughter and frantic wiggling from her as she continued to try and reach up to unlatch her ankles.
I started tickling quickly right under her toes and even in between them and she just shrieked and flopped around like a mad woman, shaking her arms, pulling her own hair, and reaching desperately for the lever.
“ OH GOD! NO!!! EEEEEEAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA JOHN!!! NOOOO!!! NOT THE TOES! HAHAHAH NOT THE TOES!!! ANYTHING HAHAHAHAHAAAA BUT THE TOOOOOEEEEESSSSS!!!!! MY STOMACH HAHAHAHAHA HURTS!!! HAHAHAHAHA! She screamed in sheer agony. She tried desperately, over, and over again to reach the lever, to no avail. I started scratching fast and furiously under her toes and the balls of her feet, and she squealed and screamed, begging me to stop. The desperation in her voice was much more pronounced now, as she clawed the air towards her ankles in a valiant but futile attempt for release. I could see the strain her whole body was going through and continued the tickle torture of her defenseless vulnerable, bare feet. Her squeals and screams of pure agony filled the soundproofed room. I was relentless, slowing down just enough to let her catch her breath and continuing the tickling faster and harder on her feet when she would try to talk.
After about two hours of this torturous treatment, my wristwatch alarm went off. I silenced it, and stopped tickling her and climbed down off of the catwalk. Moving the rest of the contraption back into place, I flipped Jennifer back right side up. She was breathing hard and crying and still giggling by the time I got her flipped. I carefully untied all her toes, and unstrapped her ankles from the inversion boots. She looked at me with pure hatred in her eyes.
“Ok, then. That was a good session. I will see you here again at the same time Thursday. Ok?” I told her as I walked towards the door.
“OH NO YOU WILL NOT! You CRAZY, PSYCHO!!! ”She screamed back at me.
“Yes, you will, Hon. You signed a contract. Remember? And if you would have read the entire contract it would have told you that if you do not keep your appointments, and do not fulfill the obligations of said contract, then you will forfeit 50% of your worth assets by months end. And if you indulge to anyone outside of this room exactly what your workout program consists of, then you will be sued for slander, and breaching a nondisclosure contract as well. Now I will see you promptly at 3:00 pm, on Thursday. Have a good week Jennifer.” I told her matter of factly.
I turned around and faced her again from the doorway, and she stared at me in shock with her mouth open, unable to utter a word. ”Oh, don’t worry, Hon. Markie Post had the same treatment program, and so did Nicole Kidman, But she actually enjoyed it. She wanted it extended for another month. I would have loved to, but I just didn’t have the time in my schedule to do that. So, see? It’s not really so bad. See what good shape they are in? See you Thursday.” And I walked through the door and let it close.

The End.




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nice

great story would love to see another. maybe with another star.

lindsey lohan
jessica alba (hint hint) %_%
 
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