I have lurked here from day one of the TMF and am slowly coming out. I am very private about my fetish and fearful of being “outed” so I stay in the background and conservative I guess you could say. After many years enjoying the site, I finally have something to share. For those that like the Doctor stories(I am one of those) here is one to remember. This is 100% true, occurred today and if I hadn’t witnessed it myself I would not believe it.
Story:
Today I took my wife to the doctors to have her feet examined for some minor pain in her toe area. We were hoping for a referral to a podiatrist; however, our GP wanted to see her first. She tends to forget what she is told at the doctors about treatments etc so generally I tag along when she goes to collect the needed information while she is examined.
I had some thoughts about what a foot exam might entail and the curiosity of how my wife’s feet would be handled by our general practitioner was intriguing. When we arrived we entered the office and quickly got placed in an exam room with the nurse asking the typical questions about symptoms etc.
After the usual beginning ritual, our GP entered and began asking my wife questions etc. I have seen our GP quite often over the last 15 years and have gotten a pretty good relationship with him. He has not seen my wife more than once or twice in that time.
After some questions he asked to see her feet one at a time. She was sitting in a chair next to the exam table and the GP was sitting next to her in another chair facing her. My wife is very shy and I could see she was blushing as she slipped her flip-flops off and placed her left foot in his lap. Our GP began to examine and mostly rub the bottom of her foot.
His exam quickly turned into a total foot massage of her left foot as he now used both hands to rub her foot and stroke her sole. He looked over at me as my wife giggled quietly and asked me if I rubbed her feet? Of course, I stated yes every night and he said well I think more massage with a daily foot soak would probably help with her pain problem.
As he continued rubbing her foot he asked for her right foot and my wife placed this one on his lap as well and the now double foot massage continued. He began to joke with me about foot massages and how good he was at them and then actually began to recite the Pulp Fiction foot massage conversation including the part where Samuel L Jackson said ”I ain’t be tickling or nothing.” I laughed along with him as my wife continued her silent giggles during the foot rub.
If I hadn’t seen this going on I never would have believed it. I was actually getting a little uncomfortable seeing my wife’s perfect, tan feet and pink polished toes in his hands. I guess some jealousy was cropping up. He never really tried to tickle her or do the reflex thing on her, just rubbed and massaged. The massage lasted about 5 minutes as we talked. It ended literally with a written prescription for dally foot soaks and massages. No referral to a podiatrist yet, unless her pain does not subside in two weeks or so.
After we left and got in the car to head home my wife asked me if that bothered me. She knows I am a little protective of her feet. I lied and said “no” asking her how she liked her little foot massage. She said his touch was so light it was more tickly that a massage. My wife is generally not ticklish on her feet at all but I guess strange hands got a little reaction out of her.
I am kind of thinking our GP is a foot guy now.
Story:
Today I took my wife to the doctors to have her feet examined for some minor pain in her toe area. We were hoping for a referral to a podiatrist; however, our GP wanted to see her first. She tends to forget what she is told at the doctors about treatments etc so generally I tag along when she goes to collect the needed information while she is examined.
I had some thoughts about what a foot exam might entail and the curiosity of how my wife’s feet would be handled by our general practitioner was intriguing. When we arrived we entered the office and quickly got placed in an exam room with the nurse asking the typical questions about symptoms etc.
After the usual beginning ritual, our GP entered and began asking my wife questions etc. I have seen our GP quite often over the last 15 years and have gotten a pretty good relationship with him. He has not seen my wife more than once or twice in that time.
After some questions he asked to see her feet one at a time. She was sitting in a chair next to the exam table and the GP was sitting next to her in another chair facing her. My wife is very shy and I could see she was blushing as she slipped her flip-flops off and placed her left foot in his lap. Our GP began to examine and mostly rub the bottom of her foot.
His exam quickly turned into a total foot massage of her left foot as he now used both hands to rub her foot and stroke her sole. He looked over at me as my wife giggled quietly and asked me if I rubbed her feet? Of course, I stated yes every night and he said well I think more massage with a daily foot soak would probably help with her pain problem.
As he continued rubbing her foot he asked for her right foot and my wife placed this one on his lap as well and the now double foot massage continued. He began to joke with me about foot massages and how good he was at them and then actually began to recite the Pulp Fiction foot massage conversation including the part where Samuel L Jackson said ”I ain’t be tickling or nothing.” I laughed along with him as my wife continued her silent giggles during the foot rub.
If I hadn’t seen this going on I never would have believed it. I was actually getting a little uncomfortable seeing my wife’s perfect, tan feet and pink polished toes in his hands. I guess some jealousy was cropping up. He never really tried to tickle her or do the reflex thing on her, just rubbed and massaged. The massage lasted about 5 minutes as we talked. It ended literally with a written prescription for dally foot soaks and massages. No referral to a podiatrist yet, unless her pain does not subside in two weeks or so.
After we left and got in the car to head home my wife asked me if that bothered me. She knows I am a little protective of her feet. I lied and said “no” asking her how she liked her little foot massage. She said his touch was so light it was more tickly that a massage. My wife is generally not ticklish on her feet at all but I guess strange hands got a little reaction out of her.
I am kind of thinking our GP is a foot guy now.
Many of us have spent some time lurking here. I am looking forward to hearing more from you.
