Michael514
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Well it's been about three years since I got to tickle my Cardiologist that first wonderful time. It seems like decades ago since I did that Monday afternoon. In case any newer members never read it and would like to the link is: http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?t=70426.
I went to her office today to get my check up. I have been dieting or carefully eating for the past 15 weeks, but these past two I was going through boot camp. I wanted to really impress her and show her that I can do it. See we have a "special" doctor/patient relationship. I won't get into great detail, but my last visit some four months ago was a disaster and I could see she was dissapointed. She knows I have a chance to be successful and before she left the room on my last visit she said," Michael I care about you, but if you don't care about yourself, why should I,"? I could also see she was hurt too. So like I said I worked extremely hard to make her feel good for the holidays and give her a gift, which is to show her that her caring was not useless and hopeless and hopefully I would get a great gift, a chance to tickle her feet once again. Basically it all depended on me.
She came into the examining room. She was wearing the typical white lab coat, black slacks, thick black designer socks and black loafers with three cross straps over the top. I thought to myself," of all the luck, evertime I come here she wears either pale white stockings, light tan stockings or light black stockings. Well I wish she wore hose but HELL a chance to tickle her beautiful feet I'll take what I could get.
She told me to get on the table and she examined me, and said that for the first time in the ten years my cholesterol was better then perfect and my blood pressure was down eight points.
After she finished examining me I got off the table. She leaned over, hugged me, and told me to keep up the great work. I told her my weight goal and she told me that's perfect. After she let go of me I leaned back over to her and asked,"I get to give your foot that quick tickle don't I"?
She backed up, laughed like a high school girl and said," OH NO, NOT MY FEET, NEVER"!
Well I looked at her and said," before you say NO, I can think of three reasons why you should let me". She just smiled curiously at me and before she could respond I said," well reason one is is that I worked real hard to get a chance to tickle those feet of yours. Number two is, remember when we were at that picnic at Judy's house on Lake Erie, two summers ago, and I picked you up and went to toss you into the lake and as I picked you up you begged me not to and you said that," if I don't throw you in you would OWE me one," and besides I'm willing to bet that if I get to tickle you and it get's out of my system, my pressure might come down more". I know it sounds like a con but hell I had to try something, anything.
Well she still stood there giggling and saying,"no", and I took a chance and sat in a chair. She didn't move and I said to her,"please", and I reached down for her left ankle. She said jokingl," NO NO! MY FEET ARE SO SWEATY I WISH YOU WOULDN'T! COULDN'T I OWE YOU ONE AGAIN MICHAEL, PLEASE"? I said," not this time and I went for her loafer. I lifted up her leg and quickly removed her shoe and started tickling her foot.
Her foot is a slender size 5 and she was right, her foot was sweaty in the sock, but it was also warm and soft. I quickly tickled her sole and went to her toes and in between them. She tried to fight the laughter and tried not to wiggle them. I asked her,"not ticklish this time"?
She said through little giggles,"well hee hee hee my feet aren't wiggling this time, they're like solid lead". I knew it was because of the thickness of the sock. Had she been in stockings like last time this would have been perfect!
I then asked her, no begged her, to sit down so I could tickle both of them. At first she refused but she did sit on the stool with rollers, across from me, and I reached for her right leg. I then removed her other loafer.
I now had both feet on my lap and was tickling both of them, but she quickly yanked her right one away and just a quick slipped it back into the loafer. I then turned and reached back for the pen in her hand and she begged," NO MIKE NOT THAT, NOT THE PEN AGAIN! NOT LIKE LAST TIME"! Well I managed to get it away from her and use it on the ball of her left foot as I held her toes back.
She said through giggles and light laughter agian,"I really feel it now, please stop hahahaha". I then took the pen and went to her toes and went across them and in between them. This time her reaction was even better. She finally broke free and I went to reach for it again, but this time she held her ground. I did manage to lift her left one again for a quicky tickly but she pulled away. After the tickling was over, I'd say about a minute or so, I did put her loafer back on for her and as I put it on she said jokingly," I thought the first time you did this to me was unique, but you have a foot fetish, don't you"?
I was cornered so I came clean and answered," Yes I do, I think you have the most beautiful feet I have ever seen and I love to tickle them". She smiled at me, giggled again and said,' I thought so".
I realized that her feet weren't as ticklish and her reactions weren't as great as the first time, but after three years I am tickled, myself, to have had the opperatunity again.
"Well, she said smiling devilishly as she was walking out," this is the last time you'll tickle them, I'll wear locks on my shoes if I have to, but I guarantee you'll never get em' again".
I thought to myself as I walked out of the room,"we'll see we'll see".
I have my next appointment in six long months!
Thanx I hope you enjoy reading this.
Michael
I went to her office today to get my check up. I have been dieting or carefully eating for the past 15 weeks, but these past two I was going through boot camp. I wanted to really impress her and show her that I can do it. See we have a "special" doctor/patient relationship. I won't get into great detail, but my last visit some four months ago was a disaster and I could see she was dissapointed. She knows I have a chance to be successful and before she left the room on my last visit she said," Michael I care about you, but if you don't care about yourself, why should I,"? I could also see she was hurt too. So like I said I worked extremely hard to make her feel good for the holidays and give her a gift, which is to show her that her caring was not useless and hopeless and hopefully I would get a great gift, a chance to tickle her feet once again. Basically it all depended on me.
She came into the examining room. She was wearing the typical white lab coat, black slacks, thick black designer socks and black loafers with three cross straps over the top. I thought to myself," of all the luck, evertime I come here she wears either pale white stockings, light tan stockings or light black stockings. Well I wish she wore hose but HELL a chance to tickle her beautiful feet I'll take what I could get.
She told me to get on the table and she examined me, and said that for the first time in the ten years my cholesterol was better then perfect and my blood pressure was down eight points.
After she finished examining me I got off the table. She leaned over, hugged me, and told me to keep up the great work. I told her my weight goal and she told me that's perfect. After she let go of me I leaned back over to her and asked,"I get to give your foot that quick tickle don't I"?
She backed up, laughed like a high school girl and said," OH NO, NOT MY FEET, NEVER"!
Well I looked at her and said," before you say NO, I can think of three reasons why you should let me". She just smiled curiously at me and before she could respond I said," well reason one is is that I worked real hard to get a chance to tickle those feet of yours. Number two is, remember when we were at that picnic at Judy's house on Lake Erie, two summers ago, and I picked you up and went to toss you into the lake and as I picked you up you begged me not to and you said that," if I don't throw you in you would OWE me one," and besides I'm willing to bet that if I get to tickle you and it get's out of my system, my pressure might come down more". I know it sounds like a con but hell I had to try something, anything.
Well she still stood there giggling and saying,"no", and I took a chance and sat in a chair. She didn't move and I said to her,"please", and I reached down for her left ankle. She said jokingl," NO NO! MY FEET ARE SO SWEATY I WISH YOU WOULDN'T! COULDN'T I OWE YOU ONE AGAIN MICHAEL, PLEASE"? I said," not this time and I went for her loafer. I lifted up her leg and quickly removed her shoe and started tickling her foot.
Her foot is a slender size 5 and she was right, her foot was sweaty in the sock, but it was also warm and soft. I quickly tickled her sole and went to her toes and in between them. She tried to fight the laughter and tried not to wiggle them. I asked her,"not ticklish this time"?
She said through little giggles,"well hee hee hee my feet aren't wiggling this time, they're like solid lead". I knew it was because of the thickness of the sock. Had she been in stockings like last time this would have been perfect!
I then asked her, no begged her, to sit down so I could tickle both of them. At first she refused but she did sit on the stool with rollers, across from me, and I reached for her right leg. I then removed her other loafer.
I now had both feet on my lap and was tickling both of them, but she quickly yanked her right one away and just a quick slipped it back into the loafer. I then turned and reached back for the pen in her hand and she begged," NO MIKE NOT THAT, NOT THE PEN AGAIN! NOT LIKE LAST TIME"! Well I managed to get it away from her and use it on the ball of her left foot as I held her toes back.
She said through giggles and light laughter agian,"I really feel it now, please stop hahahaha". I then took the pen and went to her toes and went across them and in between them. This time her reaction was even better. She finally broke free and I went to reach for it again, but this time she held her ground. I did manage to lift her left one again for a quicky tickly but she pulled away. After the tickling was over, I'd say about a minute or so, I did put her loafer back on for her and as I put it on she said jokingly," I thought the first time you did this to me was unique, but you have a foot fetish, don't you"?
I was cornered so I came clean and answered," Yes I do, I think you have the most beautiful feet I have ever seen and I love to tickle them". She smiled at me, giggled again and said,' I thought so".
I realized that her feet weren't as ticklish and her reactions weren't as great as the first time, but after three years I am tickled, myself, to have had the opperatunity again.
"Well, she said smiling devilishly as she was walking out," this is the last time you'll tickle them, I'll wear locks on my shoes if I have to, but I guarantee you'll never get em' again".
I thought to myself as I walked out of the room,"we'll see we'll see".
I have my next appointment in six long months!
Thanx I hope you enjoy reading this.
Michael
Congratulations on the good medical report and the details of the "celebration". Beats going to ihop or denny's for the m.i. special of the day.
