the tool
so after she had done the soaking and filing bit, the offer was made to do the massaging for her.
what she wasn't expecting was the dreaded rotational massage tool.
yes she is ticklish. yes you can get away with massaging her petite feet if your touch is right,
but when she is lay on a bed with her hands semi restrained with ties so cant really go anywhere, well...opportunity knocks.
blind fold on duvet covering her upper body so housemates would be oblivious to any unexpected screams or shouts..... the pictures tell the story.
the cream was massaged into each foot....that was fine, with sounds of ohhh mmm.
then the noise of the massager. and the speech, " what...oh no...not that...I hate that."
the reassurance that it would be over in a minute and it would make a great job of rubbing the cream in.
Then tool meets foot..
"ooohh noooo, get off he heee. nooo...heee heeeeee, ahh, heee heeeeee. totally muffled from under the duvet which was jumping to the time of her involuntary leg movements
as her foot flailed from each unexpected contact.