Well, my ticklish little patient, I think you need a little break, besides I need to re-prep you for the next session of your treatment. I think you responded well, but I do believe we need to make the sensations a little more extreme for you. I would not be a good nurse if I let you become desensitized to the sensations during your treatment…so I will constantly be focused on making each sensation feel like the first.
Oh baby she said, seeing my lower lip quiver as she explained her plans to me…You will get thru this…I promise! With that she gave me a nutrition drink and allowed me to relieve myself. I also watched as she filed her nails…just need to make sure they stay super sharp she said, seemingly reading my mind…..I swear I almost cried…I tried to plead with her but my voice was a mere murmur.
Ok honey…time to resume your treatment. With that she pulled up a chair and sat in front of my feet, which she now had pulled closer together. I imagine this will cause you tremendous stress she said. Just think of how much you itched when you came to see me this morning….in a few days…that will all be over. With that she grabbed my toes back with one hand and slowly raked her fingernails of the other hand from my toes down to my sole. My whole body felt an electric shock! I would have flown up thru the ceiling if my muscles weren’t under her sedation…OMG!! This can’t be happening to me I thought…what kind of cruel treatment is this?. Then I felt her nails flutter up and down my arch…I swear they did feel sharper than before! After only 15 minutes I was sobbing…I was begging this woman to stop tickle torturing me…but my voice was undetectable…I would have done anything in the world for this woman!! If only she would stop!! As if reading my mind she thanked me for being such a willing patient.. Not everyone is as serious about their treatment as you she said as she continued to torture my foot.
After an hour, when I thought it couldn’t possibly get any worse, she starting sliding her fingers in between my toes…I had never had anyone do this to me…and it both tickled and felt weird at the same time….it especially tickled when she slid her fingers thru my smaller toes. Thru all this my body cannot react enough to save itself…How come the muscle relaxer didn’t reduce my ticklishness??? I thought.
How are you feeling Mr Michaels? With that the sensations stopped. I tried to force out a response, but before I could, I felt her pull my toes apart with her fingers…then a single fingernail started scratching between my toes!!! OMG!! This tickled even more yet!! This continued for another hour…. Then after that, she repeated the same torture on my other foot. I swear I wanted to die…
After 2 more hours…she stopped again…my breathing was furious now…I was gasping for air. She took a towel and wiped my forehead and face, and as she did she remarked at how much this must tickle…as evidenced by the tear stains on my cheeks, and the sweat on my forehead. I really felt you struggling inside she said…as if that‘s not what she completely wanted…I bet if the muscle relaxer had worn off, you would have flown thru the roof!!
Well we have one more session this afternoon, before I give you and extended recovery break. You will need that time if you are to endure your evening sessions. I will also take that time for preparation…to make sure you stay as sensitive as possible to the treatment sensations. With that she gave me another nutrition drink and allowed me to relieve myself in the bedpan. She then walked over to the wall and apparently adjusted the room temperature. I believe making the room a little chillier will increase your sensitivity she said…as if my feelings in any of this mattered. Why was this woman trying to drive me mad? I would rather have my stupid itch and rash!! Why did I come in here ????
She walked over to the top of the table now…hovering over me and feigning a sympathetic tone. Please try your best to endure this honey…I am doing all this because you asked me to…For what it’s worth, I am glad you came in today. You are making my day very enjoyable. It’s not too often I get to help someone with a problem and actually so enjoy doing it at the same time!
With that she held out her long nails and fluttered them in the air. Have you ever been spider tickled in your armpits she asked? At this I again started to sob…she WAS purposely trying to tickle torture me to death I thought. Why else would she say that to me??? This was supposed to be helping me!! Look at me sweetheart she said, before lowering her nails into my hollows. Be strong for me Mr. Michaels. Have pride in yourself…you are not a weak person because of your condition. You just need some help . You were brave to come in here today and accept your treatment…please continue to be brave during your treatment.
Her sharp nails danced in and out of my hollows…and up and down my arms. She went back to focusing on my hollows and I knew damn well what she meant by spider tickling! I swear I felt every one of her fingers send jolts of electricity thru my body…one after the other…I would have rather had spiders crawling on me! These were ten determined fingers torturing me at once…and I thought I would pass out. Every now and then, just to give me a “break” so I could regain my breath, she would lightly tickle my face. I think this was the most frustrating technique of all…it didn’t tickle quite as much, but having her tease my ears and neck was beyond frustrating…and I must admit very humiliating! After too long she would again return to my pits. She played this game where she would hover her fingers over my pits…then randomly poke one of her fingers into my pit…After 5 minutes of this “game“…I gave in and begged her to stop…Please Nurse Natalia…please stop this treatment! I can’t take any more!!! Please stop!!!!!!!!
If she heard me, she had no intention of reducing the sensations. As a matter of fact I think she tickled me even more after that! She had to have read my lips I thought…she was practically on top of me. Maybe my begging made her angry…All I know is that I endured another full hour of spider tickling in my pits.
Finally she relented…I tried to catch my breath as she spoke. You made it thru your first session cycle Mr Michaels. How do you feel? I tried to shake my head back and forth, but it made no difference. I think it was a decent start, but we have a lot to accomplish over the next couple of days. We still have another cycle for you to endure this evening, and if it goes as I expect, I don’t think you will have any excuse for not being completely cured when you walk out of here.
Once again, I was given a nutrition drink, this one a little more substantial, and allowed to pee. It didn’t go unnoticed , however that this time, when she lowered my boxers, I had let some of the “excitement” get to me. Here I was being mercilessly tickle tortured by this gorgeous nurse…there was something agonizingly sexual about it. I guess I need to re-administer your muscle relaxer she said, almost mechanically. That is supposed to prevent “this sort” of distraction. She looked at me and politely told me not to worry about it…that she wasn’t angry…but that she would need to take precautions to be sure it didn’t become a distraction again. With that she took a pair of scissors and proceeded to cut my boxers off. I will be back she said. When she came back a few minutes later she had what appeared to be a pump of some sort. This should take care of your problem she said. With that she placed the pump over my shaft, and squeezed the pump handle, making it firm almost to where it was uncomfortable. She left it there and then made several trips around the table, moving my limbs again into her desired position. The drink I gave you contained another dose of muscle relaxer she said…so you should feel completely helpless within a few minutes. I do want to make sure your senses are alert so you can fully endure your next session however. With that she placed a mask over my face, and turned on a small button that released oxygen to my nostrils. I felt you getting close to passing out earlier she said, so I want to be sure you have plenty of air…your next session will be much more intense than the first one and I will not allow you to pass out. You are here to physically and mentally endure every second of your treatment. After that she proceeded to press a button on the penis pump. My body jerked from within. Vibrations ran thru my whole body. She looked right into my eyes. During your 2 hour recovery period, I will allow this pump to drain you , so when we resume the treatment tonight, we will have no distractions. It is also true that after orgasms…which will probably be 3 in your case, your body will become twice as sensitive as before! And that will only help us in curing your condition she said. She told me that during her break she would review the video to see what areas she should exploit even more going forward. This was being recorded I thought??? How humiliating! …Here I am…being milked, tickle tortured, and forced to breath oxygen so I can stay conscious, and continue to endure this cruel nurses “treatment”. As if trying to humiliate me even more, she walked over to me with a smile and placed a soft kiss on my forehead. This isn’t so bad is it? she asked. You even get a 2 hour break…Try and relax honey. The pumps will do all the work she said. Now I must leave you alone as I have a manicure appointment in ten minutes. With that she turned off the light, and said, see you in awhile sweetie…
to be continued...
Oh baby she said, seeing my lower lip quiver as she explained her plans to me…You will get thru this…I promise! With that she gave me a nutrition drink and allowed me to relieve myself. I also watched as she filed her nails…just need to make sure they stay super sharp she said, seemingly reading my mind…..I swear I almost cried…I tried to plead with her but my voice was a mere murmur.
Ok honey…time to resume your treatment. With that she pulled up a chair and sat in front of my feet, which she now had pulled closer together. I imagine this will cause you tremendous stress she said. Just think of how much you itched when you came to see me this morning….in a few days…that will all be over. With that she grabbed my toes back with one hand and slowly raked her fingernails of the other hand from my toes down to my sole. My whole body felt an electric shock! I would have flown up thru the ceiling if my muscles weren’t under her sedation…OMG!! This can’t be happening to me I thought…what kind of cruel treatment is this?. Then I felt her nails flutter up and down my arch…I swear they did feel sharper than before! After only 15 minutes I was sobbing…I was begging this woman to stop tickle torturing me…but my voice was undetectable…I would have done anything in the world for this woman!! If only she would stop!! As if reading my mind she thanked me for being such a willing patient.. Not everyone is as serious about their treatment as you she said as she continued to torture my foot.
After an hour, when I thought it couldn’t possibly get any worse, she starting sliding her fingers in between my toes…I had never had anyone do this to me…and it both tickled and felt weird at the same time….it especially tickled when she slid her fingers thru my smaller toes. Thru all this my body cannot react enough to save itself…How come the muscle relaxer didn’t reduce my ticklishness??? I thought.
How are you feeling Mr Michaels? With that the sensations stopped. I tried to force out a response, but before I could, I felt her pull my toes apart with her fingers…then a single fingernail started scratching between my toes!!! OMG!! This tickled even more yet!! This continued for another hour…. Then after that, she repeated the same torture on my other foot. I swear I wanted to die…
After 2 more hours…she stopped again…my breathing was furious now…I was gasping for air. She took a towel and wiped my forehead and face, and as she did she remarked at how much this must tickle…as evidenced by the tear stains on my cheeks, and the sweat on my forehead. I really felt you struggling inside she said…as if that‘s not what she completely wanted…I bet if the muscle relaxer had worn off, you would have flown thru the roof!!
Well we have one more session this afternoon, before I give you and extended recovery break. You will need that time if you are to endure your evening sessions. I will also take that time for preparation…to make sure you stay as sensitive as possible to the treatment sensations. With that she gave me another nutrition drink and allowed me to relieve myself in the bedpan. She then walked over to the wall and apparently adjusted the room temperature. I believe making the room a little chillier will increase your sensitivity she said…as if my feelings in any of this mattered. Why was this woman trying to drive me mad? I would rather have my stupid itch and rash!! Why did I come in here ????
She walked over to the top of the table now…hovering over me and feigning a sympathetic tone. Please try your best to endure this honey…I am doing all this because you asked me to…For what it’s worth, I am glad you came in today. You are making my day very enjoyable. It’s not too often I get to help someone with a problem and actually so enjoy doing it at the same time!
With that she held out her long nails and fluttered them in the air. Have you ever been spider tickled in your armpits she asked? At this I again started to sob…she WAS purposely trying to tickle torture me to death I thought. Why else would she say that to me??? This was supposed to be helping me!! Look at me sweetheart she said, before lowering her nails into my hollows. Be strong for me Mr. Michaels. Have pride in yourself…you are not a weak person because of your condition. You just need some help . You were brave to come in here today and accept your treatment…please continue to be brave during your treatment.
Her sharp nails danced in and out of my hollows…and up and down my arms. She went back to focusing on my hollows and I knew damn well what she meant by spider tickling! I swear I felt every one of her fingers send jolts of electricity thru my body…one after the other…I would have rather had spiders crawling on me! These were ten determined fingers torturing me at once…and I thought I would pass out. Every now and then, just to give me a “break” so I could regain my breath, she would lightly tickle my face. I think this was the most frustrating technique of all…it didn’t tickle quite as much, but having her tease my ears and neck was beyond frustrating…and I must admit very humiliating! After too long she would again return to my pits. She played this game where she would hover her fingers over my pits…then randomly poke one of her fingers into my pit…After 5 minutes of this “game“…I gave in and begged her to stop…Please Nurse Natalia…please stop this treatment! I can’t take any more!!! Please stop!!!!!!!!
If she heard me, she had no intention of reducing the sensations. As a matter of fact I think she tickled me even more after that! She had to have read my lips I thought…she was practically on top of me. Maybe my begging made her angry…All I know is that I endured another full hour of spider tickling in my pits.
Finally she relented…I tried to catch my breath as she spoke. You made it thru your first session cycle Mr Michaels. How do you feel? I tried to shake my head back and forth, but it made no difference. I think it was a decent start, but we have a lot to accomplish over the next couple of days. We still have another cycle for you to endure this evening, and if it goes as I expect, I don’t think you will have any excuse for not being completely cured when you walk out of here.
Once again, I was given a nutrition drink, this one a little more substantial, and allowed to pee. It didn’t go unnoticed , however that this time, when she lowered my boxers, I had let some of the “excitement” get to me. Here I was being mercilessly tickle tortured by this gorgeous nurse…there was something agonizingly sexual about it. I guess I need to re-administer your muscle relaxer she said, almost mechanically. That is supposed to prevent “this sort” of distraction. She looked at me and politely told me not to worry about it…that she wasn’t angry…but that she would need to take precautions to be sure it didn’t become a distraction again. With that she took a pair of scissors and proceeded to cut my boxers off. I will be back she said. When she came back a few minutes later she had what appeared to be a pump of some sort. This should take care of your problem she said. With that she placed the pump over my shaft, and squeezed the pump handle, making it firm almost to where it was uncomfortable. She left it there and then made several trips around the table, moving my limbs again into her desired position. The drink I gave you contained another dose of muscle relaxer she said…so you should feel completely helpless within a few minutes. I do want to make sure your senses are alert so you can fully endure your next session however. With that she placed a mask over my face, and turned on a small button that released oxygen to my nostrils. I felt you getting close to passing out earlier she said, so I want to be sure you have plenty of air…your next session will be much more intense than the first one and I will not allow you to pass out. You are here to physically and mentally endure every second of your treatment. After that she proceeded to press a button on the penis pump. My body jerked from within. Vibrations ran thru my whole body. She looked right into my eyes. During your 2 hour recovery period, I will allow this pump to drain you , so when we resume the treatment tonight, we will have no distractions. It is also true that after orgasms…which will probably be 3 in your case, your body will become twice as sensitive as before! And that will only help us in curing your condition she said. She told me that during her break she would review the video to see what areas she should exploit even more going forward. This was being recorded I thought??? How humiliating! …Here I am…being milked, tickle tortured, and forced to breath oxygen so I can stay conscious, and continue to endure this cruel nurses “treatment”. As if trying to humiliate me even more, she walked over to me with a smile and placed a soft kiss on my forehead. This isn’t so bad is it? she asked. You even get a 2 hour break…Try and relax honey. The pumps will do all the work she said. Now I must leave you alone as I have a manicure appointment in ten minutes. With that she turned off the light, and said, see you in awhile sweetie…
to be continued...
