Coventrytickler
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Sorry this has taken awhile to share the update, life has been manic at the moment.
In my previous post, I shared that my Physio, Luce, had agreed to show me some foot massage techniques and practice on her.
Luce is around 5 foot 4, long blonde hair and size 6 (uk) feet. She has expressed multiple times how ticklish her feet are, with me lightly dragging my finger across her socked foot before, confirming just how ticklish they really are.
I arrived at my appointment and was greeted by Luce, wearing her tracksuit and trainers, with her hair in a ponytail. She showed me to her room and we sat down and talked about my progress. She asked me if I still wanted to explore some foot massage techniques, as she had set 30 minutes aside for this, I agreed. She then said the words that I didn't want to hear, 'I will show you on your foot and then if you cross your leg over your knee, you can practice on yourself and I will talk you through it'. I was instantly filled with disappointment, but being professional, I nodded and then told her that it may be difficult, due to my ACL reconstruction, as I can't bend my knee that much. Then my excitement picked up when she said, 'I forgot about that, I should have got someone in for you to practice on, but there is no one else here. If I show you on your feet, you can practice on mine at the end. I was trying to avoid using my feet as I generally think I will kick you in your face if you tickle me'.
I laughed it off and told her, 'just put your big girl pants on, it's only tickling'. She smirked and then told me to undress and get on the table. She was going to try and reset my hamstrings, before moving down to my calves, then feet.
Forty minutes of unbelievable pain later (elbow pressing in every spot down the back of my legs), she moved down to my feet. She began work some oil into my feet and apply pressure along my arches, which once again was extremely painful and uncomfortable before stopping and telling me to pay attention and remember her finger movements. She cupped my right foot with her left hand and began to massage in circles, with her thumb, away from my heel and up to my toes. It generally felt relaxing, with the occasional ticklish flinch when her nail caught my skin. She then asked my to flip over and began to make an 'M' shape, using both thumbs up my arch, along each tendon. Finally she tried to push her fingers in between my toes, causing me to squirm before pushing my toes back to stretch out my arch and then working her free thumb down to my heel then back up to my toes. This was going to be my tickle chance. I was going to play a 'good student' role up until this point and then sneak in a few tickles, especially whilst pushing my fingers through her toes.
She told me to put my clothes back on whilst she sat down on her chair and began to unlace her trainers. As I put my clothes back on, I watched her take her trainers off before removing her thin, white socks, showing her pale blue nail polish. She got up and sat on the table before lying down on her front and placing her feet on the table. I stood up an walked to her feet, staring at her incredibly smooth, scrunched up soles.
'Someone's had a pedicure' I joked.
'I do it myself, I'm far too ticklish to have someone else scrub my feet' she replied, before flexing her toes.
'Ready?' I asked, 'Let me know if I'm doing anything wrong'.
I put some oil in my hands and picked up her left foot, placing it in my left hand before touching my thumb down lightly on her heel and making a little circle. She started gigging instantly and flinched her foot. I apologised and she turned her head around, glaring at me. 'You need more pressure' she said sternly. I pressed my thumb down again and she told me 'more, more, there you go' before putting her face back down in her arms as I began with my circles again, moving up her arch. Her foot was shaking and her big toe flinching slightly as I moved my way up to her toes, I could tell that even this tickled her. I repeated along each tendon, occasionally releasing my pressure and flicking my thumb across her arch, making her twitch and gasp a couple of times.
'How was that?' I asked, placing her foot down.
She rolled over and sat up. 'Better, but you need to maintain the pressure, otherwise you are just tickling me'.
I nodded and then crouched down, put some more oil in my hands and placed my hands either side of her right foot, staring at the 'near perfect' sole in front of me. I started making the 'M' shape with my thumbs but I placed my finger tips on the top of her foot and slowly dragged my fingers up, as I massaged with my thumbs. She started twitching and covered her mouth with her hands, laughing into them. I watched her left foot wriggle and twitch, as I held her right, moving up and down her sole, intentionally lightly tickling the top and sides of her foot.
She pulled her foot away and took a deep breath. 'That was good'
'Did it tickle or something?' I asked.
'Yeah, on the top of my foot, but you need to be able to go up and down the foot. It's more me being ticklish than you doing it wrong'.
'Ready for the toes?' I asked.
She gripped down on the sides of the table as I touched my fingers down at the base of her toes, purposely dragging them on her skin as I tried to get them in between each toe. She shrieked and started scrunching her toes, wriggling her foot and flinching away from me. I held her foot with my right hand and slowly forced my fingers through her toes, her face had turned bright red when I looked up at her. I pushed my right thumb into the ball of her foot and started to move it down her arch, with a fair bit of pressure, which she seemed to cope with. On my way back up, I moved my thumb position and purposely dragged my nail up. She shrieked again and tried to pull her foot away, but I had a strong grip. I released some of the pressure and went back down again, lightly tickling her foot. She started to laugh and tried to get the words 'more pressure' out but she was laughing too much. Finally, I held her foot with my right hand and as I was removing my fingers from her toes, I spider tickled her under her toes and on the ball of her foot. She screamed, laughed and pulled her foot away, saying 'fuck off, you did that on purpose'. I smiled as she pulled her right foot up to her bum before wriggling my fingers towards her left sole. She retracted that leg and then swung around and sat on the edge of the table.
'I think I maybe the most ticklish person on the planet' she smirked before climbing off the table and sitting on her chair to wipe the oil from her feet with a towel.
'I think if you had to have regular treatment like me, you would have to be strapped down to the table' I chuckled, wiping my hands.
'I think I would cry' she said. ‘It’s genuinely torture for me, I can take pain, but not tickling’.
We went back to talking about the technique for a while, which she showed me on her foot, propping it up on her knee. I stared at her sole, pretending to be paying attention to what she was telling me, but all I could think of was tickling her foot.
‘How do you go about getting massages, if you’re so ticklish?’ I asked. ‘Your body must just be one big knot’.
‘I have them done here. There’s 2 others who are allowed to massage me as they know all my ticklish spots, so know where to avoid’.
‘How can they avoid a spot, that would just result in that whole area not being massaged, if it was me’
‘They have to use the palm or their hand or knuckles, when my feet are done, that way there is no nail contact. Then there is certain places on my body that are ticklish, but I can take, other areas are just a no go. If I get my legs done, they avoid the back of my knees and my inner thigh and groin area. If my back is being done, I’m generally ok, apart from my hips. Luckily my other ticklish areas aren’t involved in a massage’.
‘You must have to put a warning note out for any potential partners then’.
‘I have kicked, slapped and punched a few people in my life. My feet are by far the worst place on my body, you’re the first person, who isn’t a physio that has touched my feet for years’
‘I will consider myself lucky then’
‘One of my ex’s tickled my foot when it was hanging out of the bed, I kicked so hard that his chin actually bruised the top of my foot’
I then started to dig further into her ticklishness, as I thought she seemed quite comfortable talking about it.
‘I saw a video on my TikTok feed a few weeks ago, that was a bit strange, but I guess that our phones listen to us and probably picked up on us talking before. Anyway, a woman, either French or Italian was at some medieval faire and was put in the stocks, they tied her toes back and then tickled her feet with loads of different things. That’s probably the only way you would be able to have a pedicure’
‘That would be the worst thing to happen to me. I would literally die if I couldn’t get out’
I moved back off ticking for a bit, to get rid of any suspicion, but unfortunately, we didn’t get back onto it before the end of the session.
In my previous post, I shared that my Physio, Luce, had agreed to show me some foot massage techniques and practice on her.
Luce is around 5 foot 4, long blonde hair and size 6 (uk) feet. She has expressed multiple times how ticklish her feet are, with me lightly dragging my finger across her socked foot before, confirming just how ticklish they really are.
I arrived at my appointment and was greeted by Luce, wearing her tracksuit and trainers, with her hair in a ponytail. She showed me to her room and we sat down and talked about my progress. She asked me if I still wanted to explore some foot massage techniques, as she had set 30 minutes aside for this, I agreed. She then said the words that I didn't want to hear, 'I will show you on your foot and then if you cross your leg over your knee, you can practice on yourself and I will talk you through it'. I was instantly filled with disappointment, but being professional, I nodded and then told her that it may be difficult, due to my ACL reconstruction, as I can't bend my knee that much. Then my excitement picked up when she said, 'I forgot about that, I should have got someone in for you to practice on, but there is no one else here. If I show you on your feet, you can practice on mine at the end. I was trying to avoid using my feet as I generally think I will kick you in your face if you tickle me'.
I laughed it off and told her, 'just put your big girl pants on, it's only tickling'. She smirked and then told me to undress and get on the table. She was going to try and reset my hamstrings, before moving down to my calves, then feet.
Forty minutes of unbelievable pain later (elbow pressing in every spot down the back of my legs), she moved down to my feet. She began work some oil into my feet and apply pressure along my arches, which once again was extremely painful and uncomfortable before stopping and telling me to pay attention and remember her finger movements. She cupped my right foot with her left hand and began to massage in circles, with her thumb, away from my heel and up to my toes. It generally felt relaxing, with the occasional ticklish flinch when her nail caught my skin. She then asked my to flip over and began to make an 'M' shape, using both thumbs up my arch, along each tendon. Finally she tried to push her fingers in between my toes, causing me to squirm before pushing my toes back to stretch out my arch and then working her free thumb down to my heel then back up to my toes. This was going to be my tickle chance. I was going to play a 'good student' role up until this point and then sneak in a few tickles, especially whilst pushing my fingers through her toes.
She told me to put my clothes back on whilst she sat down on her chair and began to unlace her trainers. As I put my clothes back on, I watched her take her trainers off before removing her thin, white socks, showing her pale blue nail polish. She got up and sat on the table before lying down on her front and placing her feet on the table. I stood up an walked to her feet, staring at her incredibly smooth, scrunched up soles.
'Someone's had a pedicure' I joked.
'I do it myself, I'm far too ticklish to have someone else scrub my feet' she replied, before flexing her toes.
'Ready?' I asked, 'Let me know if I'm doing anything wrong'.
I put some oil in my hands and picked up her left foot, placing it in my left hand before touching my thumb down lightly on her heel and making a little circle. She started gigging instantly and flinched her foot. I apologised and she turned her head around, glaring at me. 'You need more pressure' she said sternly. I pressed my thumb down again and she told me 'more, more, there you go' before putting her face back down in her arms as I began with my circles again, moving up her arch. Her foot was shaking and her big toe flinching slightly as I moved my way up to her toes, I could tell that even this tickled her. I repeated along each tendon, occasionally releasing my pressure and flicking my thumb across her arch, making her twitch and gasp a couple of times.
'How was that?' I asked, placing her foot down.
She rolled over and sat up. 'Better, but you need to maintain the pressure, otherwise you are just tickling me'.
I nodded and then crouched down, put some more oil in my hands and placed my hands either side of her right foot, staring at the 'near perfect' sole in front of me. I started making the 'M' shape with my thumbs but I placed my finger tips on the top of her foot and slowly dragged my fingers up, as I massaged with my thumbs. She started twitching and covered her mouth with her hands, laughing into them. I watched her left foot wriggle and twitch, as I held her right, moving up and down her sole, intentionally lightly tickling the top and sides of her foot.
She pulled her foot away and took a deep breath. 'That was good'
'Did it tickle or something?' I asked.
'Yeah, on the top of my foot, but you need to be able to go up and down the foot. It's more me being ticklish than you doing it wrong'.
'Ready for the toes?' I asked.
She gripped down on the sides of the table as I touched my fingers down at the base of her toes, purposely dragging them on her skin as I tried to get them in between each toe. She shrieked and started scrunching her toes, wriggling her foot and flinching away from me. I held her foot with my right hand and slowly forced my fingers through her toes, her face had turned bright red when I looked up at her. I pushed my right thumb into the ball of her foot and started to move it down her arch, with a fair bit of pressure, which she seemed to cope with. On my way back up, I moved my thumb position and purposely dragged my nail up. She shrieked again and tried to pull her foot away, but I had a strong grip. I released some of the pressure and went back down again, lightly tickling her foot. She started to laugh and tried to get the words 'more pressure' out but she was laughing too much. Finally, I held her foot with my right hand and as I was removing my fingers from her toes, I spider tickled her under her toes and on the ball of her foot. She screamed, laughed and pulled her foot away, saying 'fuck off, you did that on purpose'. I smiled as she pulled her right foot up to her bum before wriggling my fingers towards her left sole. She retracted that leg and then swung around and sat on the edge of the table.
'I think I maybe the most ticklish person on the planet' she smirked before climbing off the table and sitting on her chair to wipe the oil from her feet with a towel.
'I think if you had to have regular treatment like me, you would have to be strapped down to the table' I chuckled, wiping my hands.
'I think I would cry' she said. ‘It’s genuinely torture for me, I can take pain, but not tickling’.
We went back to talking about the technique for a while, which she showed me on her foot, propping it up on her knee. I stared at her sole, pretending to be paying attention to what she was telling me, but all I could think of was tickling her foot.
‘How do you go about getting massages, if you’re so ticklish?’ I asked. ‘Your body must just be one big knot’.
‘I have them done here. There’s 2 others who are allowed to massage me as they know all my ticklish spots, so know where to avoid’.
‘How can they avoid a spot, that would just result in that whole area not being massaged, if it was me’
‘They have to use the palm or their hand or knuckles, when my feet are done, that way there is no nail contact. Then there is certain places on my body that are ticklish, but I can take, other areas are just a no go. If I get my legs done, they avoid the back of my knees and my inner thigh and groin area. If my back is being done, I’m generally ok, apart from my hips. Luckily my other ticklish areas aren’t involved in a massage’.
‘You must have to put a warning note out for any potential partners then’.
‘I have kicked, slapped and punched a few people in my life. My feet are by far the worst place on my body, you’re the first person, who isn’t a physio that has touched my feet for years’
‘I will consider myself lucky then’
‘One of my ex’s tickled my foot when it was hanging out of the bed, I kicked so hard that his chin actually bruised the top of my foot’
I then started to dig further into her ticklishness, as I thought she seemed quite comfortable talking about it.
‘I saw a video on my TikTok feed a few weeks ago, that was a bit strange, but I guess that our phones listen to us and probably picked up on us talking before. Anyway, a woman, either French or Italian was at some medieval faire and was put in the stocks, they tied her toes back and then tickled her feet with loads of different things. That’s probably the only way you would be able to have a pedicure’
‘That would be the worst thing to happen to me. I would literally die if I couldn’t get out’
I moved back off ticking for a bit, to get rid of any suspicion, but unfortunately, we didn’t get back onto it before the end of the session.
