Coventrytickler
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So, after my last physio, where I had two interns work on my legs and feet, I thought about booking again. I had some exercises to do, which I was struggling with due to previous ACL reconstruction so googled the company to book another appointment. As I was at work (in a different city), I noticed that they had a branch, a short walk away from work. I looked for availability and they had an appointment Friday afternoon, but it was with a senior therapist, so a bit more expensive. I booked in for a sports massage and then waited until the appointment.
When I arrived, the lady at the front desk asked my appointment time, when I told her, she said “oh, you’re with Luce”. I smiled and nodded, whilst answering some emails, not paying attention. After a few minutes, a stunning Blonde lady walked over to me and shook my hand, introducing herself as Lucy. She was in her tracksuit, white trainers and had long blonde hair, around 5 foot 4, in her late twenties.
I followed her to her room and sat down, we went over my last appointment and I explained my issues. She said that she wasn’t entirely happy with the treatments, as it would aggravate the issues, but wanted to assess me again, to make sure of my ankle issues. I told her that my calves and soles were incredibly tight, but the last physio worked on my right sole, which made it easier initially, but it was still stiff, along with my left now.
She told me to undress and hop on the bed, which I did.
She worked on my ankle, touching different parts of my foot and asking questions, before ‘absolutely destroying my calves’. It was like a deep tissue.
She moved to my right foot and applied a lot of pressure, but it was the same motion as my last massage, nail dragging my sole, making my foot twitch’ multiple times. We had a good connection and were talking freely the whole time about general life.
We discussed my previous injuries and nerve damage before she moved to my left foot. As she started working down my sole, my foot started to flinch, with every movement of her nail.
She asked me if it was painful and needed less pressure, with my face buried into the pillow, I said, the pressure is fine, it’s just really ticklish. She laughed and apologised, but I said just carry on. She said that she didn’t see any mention of ticklish feet on my file. I asked, “why would it?”. She replied “I don’t really want to get kicked in the face”, with a chuckle. She worked across my sole before putting down my foot, saying “I’m just going to give you a little breather”.
I said, “it’s ok, just carry on, I’ve got a high pain threshold”.
She replied “you have, but I need your foot to be relaxed and being ticklish is tensing you up”.
I said “I’m not sure why, but my left foot is a lot more ticklish than my right”.
She then explained about all my injuries, all on my right side, and the nerve damage, making it less ticklish than my left.
Before I could reply, she said “I hate having this treatment done to me, I play a lot of Hockey so struggle with arch pain. I have to get John to do my treatment, when we are both free. He has to pin my ankle down as my feet are so ticklish. The people in the other rooms can probably hear me laughing and screaming. I really hate having my feet tickled”.
I just made a joke that at least I knew her weakness, if she hurt me too much.
She picked up my foot and went back to work, joking “I’m not the one, with a ticklish bare foot, in someone else’s hands right now”.
She carried on with my left foot, making me squirm and giggle when she ran across the pad, below my toes.
She apologised for the last bit of the massage, before starting, “I’m going to try and reset your ankles, with my nails and the oil, this will tickle a lot”. She picked up my left foot, held my toes with both hands and her thumbs on the top of my sole before shaking and rocking my foot for at least a minute. Her thumb nails were moving slightly, with each flick of my foot, making me chuckle into the pillow. She repeated it on my right foot before setting my feet down.
She placed a towel on the floor and said “I would normally wipe the oil off your feet, but I think you’ve had enough tickling for one day. Stand on the towel, when you’re ready and rub the oil off, I’m just going to go out for a minute, to let you get sorted, then we can go over some different exercises.
I thought that was the end of my enjoyment for today, but she came back in, wearing sliders. She told me to sit on the floor and put my back against the wall. Next, she took off her sliders and sat opposite me, with her bare feet facing me. I had a few quick glances at her feet, around a size 6 and easily an 8/10.
She said “sorry for getting my feet out, I need to show you some exercises and I have a hole in my sock”.
I watched her feet as she ran over a few exercises for my ankle before she put a large block on the floor, resting her heels on it, so I had clear view of her gorgeous soles whilst she was doing some reps for about 30 seconds that could strengthen my ankle.
She stood up, as I climbed to my feet as well and went through a plan.
“You could do with at least 1 session a week, for the next few weeks. Next week, I will go down from your bum, to your feet, to try and unblock the nerve issues. This will be a lighter massage, with some more work on your soles, to remove the tension. Then the week after, I was to do a full body, deep tissue. I’m going to tell you now, that it will hurt. I need to stretch that tendon in your feet out, I was mild with it today”.
I joked “So, I’m paying you to beat me up and tickle my feet?”
She replied quickly, “hopefully after today, and then next week, I will be able to sort the nerves out so that your right foot is just as ticklish as your left, then we can get to work on the rest of you over the next few months”.
Needless to say that I booked in for the next two Fridays with her. I think she will be really open to some ticklish questions, as long as I find a way of dropping them in, without making sound like I have a fetish.
When I arrived, the lady at the front desk asked my appointment time, when I told her, she said “oh, you’re with Luce”. I smiled and nodded, whilst answering some emails, not paying attention. After a few minutes, a stunning Blonde lady walked over to me and shook my hand, introducing herself as Lucy. She was in her tracksuit, white trainers and had long blonde hair, around 5 foot 4, in her late twenties.
I followed her to her room and sat down, we went over my last appointment and I explained my issues. She said that she wasn’t entirely happy with the treatments, as it would aggravate the issues, but wanted to assess me again, to make sure of my ankle issues. I told her that my calves and soles were incredibly tight, but the last physio worked on my right sole, which made it easier initially, but it was still stiff, along with my left now.
She told me to undress and hop on the bed, which I did.
She worked on my ankle, touching different parts of my foot and asking questions, before ‘absolutely destroying my calves’. It was like a deep tissue.
She moved to my right foot and applied a lot of pressure, but it was the same motion as my last massage, nail dragging my sole, making my foot twitch’ multiple times. We had a good connection and were talking freely the whole time about general life.
We discussed my previous injuries and nerve damage before she moved to my left foot. As she started working down my sole, my foot started to flinch, with every movement of her nail.
She asked me if it was painful and needed less pressure, with my face buried into the pillow, I said, the pressure is fine, it’s just really ticklish. She laughed and apologised, but I said just carry on. She said that she didn’t see any mention of ticklish feet on my file. I asked, “why would it?”. She replied “I don’t really want to get kicked in the face”, with a chuckle. She worked across my sole before putting down my foot, saying “I’m just going to give you a little breather”.
I said, “it’s ok, just carry on, I’ve got a high pain threshold”.
She replied “you have, but I need your foot to be relaxed and being ticklish is tensing you up”.
I said “I’m not sure why, but my left foot is a lot more ticklish than my right”.
She then explained about all my injuries, all on my right side, and the nerve damage, making it less ticklish than my left.
Before I could reply, she said “I hate having this treatment done to me, I play a lot of Hockey so struggle with arch pain. I have to get John to do my treatment, when we are both free. He has to pin my ankle down as my feet are so ticklish. The people in the other rooms can probably hear me laughing and screaming. I really hate having my feet tickled”.
I just made a joke that at least I knew her weakness, if she hurt me too much.
She picked up my foot and went back to work, joking “I’m not the one, with a ticklish bare foot, in someone else’s hands right now”.
She carried on with my left foot, making me squirm and giggle when she ran across the pad, below my toes.
She apologised for the last bit of the massage, before starting, “I’m going to try and reset your ankles, with my nails and the oil, this will tickle a lot”. She picked up my left foot, held my toes with both hands and her thumbs on the top of my sole before shaking and rocking my foot for at least a minute. Her thumb nails were moving slightly, with each flick of my foot, making me chuckle into the pillow. She repeated it on my right foot before setting my feet down.
She placed a towel on the floor and said “I would normally wipe the oil off your feet, but I think you’ve had enough tickling for one day. Stand on the towel, when you’re ready and rub the oil off, I’m just going to go out for a minute, to let you get sorted, then we can go over some different exercises.
I thought that was the end of my enjoyment for today, but she came back in, wearing sliders. She told me to sit on the floor and put my back against the wall. Next, she took off her sliders and sat opposite me, with her bare feet facing me. I had a few quick glances at her feet, around a size 6 and easily an 8/10.
She said “sorry for getting my feet out, I need to show you some exercises and I have a hole in my sock”.
I watched her feet as she ran over a few exercises for my ankle before she put a large block on the floor, resting her heels on it, so I had clear view of her gorgeous soles whilst she was doing some reps for about 30 seconds that could strengthen my ankle.
She stood up, as I climbed to my feet as well and went through a plan.
“You could do with at least 1 session a week, for the next few weeks. Next week, I will go down from your bum, to your feet, to try and unblock the nerve issues. This will be a lighter massage, with some more work on your soles, to remove the tension. Then the week after, I was to do a full body, deep tissue. I’m going to tell you now, that it will hurt. I need to stretch that tendon in your feet out, I was mild with it today”.
I joked “So, I’m paying you to beat me up and tickle my feet?”
She replied quickly, “hopefully after today, and then next week, I will be able to sort the nerves out so that your right foot is just as ticklish as your left, then we can get to work on the rest of you over the next few months”.
Needless to say that I booked in for the next two Fridays with her. I think she will be really open to some ticklish questions, as long as I find a way of dropping them in, without making sound like I have a fetish.
