Mel had just finished getting her daughters dressed up for the Halloween party. At 7 and 9 years old, they both loved the sweets and the dressing up, Mel, on the other hand, couldn’t stand it. It was hard enough for her to keep control of her energetic girls, even harder with costumes on and full of sugar. The one saving grace for her was the annual kids party. This was a chance to throw the kids into the festivities whilst she relaxed in the ‘parents room’.
She slid her brown ankle boots on over her size 4 socked feet, grabbed her winter coat and headed out for the 10 minute walk with the children, Trick or Treating along the way.
Finally, they arrived at the Village Farm and headed towards the barn to drop the already hyper kids off. They passed a small wooden shed on their left, it had a sign reading ‘Relaxation Station’ on it. Mel had already marked that place off in her head as the place she would spend the next few hours whilst the kids ran around.
After signing them in, she headed for the ‘parents room’, but upon seeing Janet, she quickly turned around. To Mel, Janet was the most annoying person in the world, always bragging about her kids. She shook her head before she closed the door behind her and walked back to the shed she saw earlier.
The door creaked as she opened it, but what she saw was her idea of heaven. The room was lit up with red lights, there were a few beanbags on the floor and a chair in the corner, but what made it more excitable to Mel was that there was no one else there. A perfect opportunity to get some much needed peace and quiet.
She walked around the room, looking for the most comfortable looking beanbag before examining the chair, it was an old, worn, leather recliner chair with a little leather padded box under the footrest. The box had 2 holes in it, just enough space to squeeze your feet into. Intrigued, she turned her phone torch light on and looked through one of the holes to see a roller inside covered in little bumps. She thought better of it and took a seat on one of the bean bags.
A few minutes passed while she scrolled through her phone before the door opened and a tall, handsome man walked in. They exchanged pleasantries before the man stared at the chair and the box. “Is this a foot massager or something?” he asked Mel. “I’m not too sure, it’s got a roller in it so it could be” she said back with a smile. The man took a seat on the recliner chair, as he put his weight down, a small screen appeared out of the armrest.
‘Trick or Treat for tired feet’ an automated voice said from the speaker. Mel turned around to see what was going on.
‘Please remove your shoes and socks, then place your feet through the holes’ the voice said.
Mel watched the man take his shoes and socks off before placing his large feet through the holes.
“Tight fit” he joked to Mel.
‘Press the screen to spin the wheel’ the voice said. The man touched the screen as the noise of a roulette wheel filled the small room. The clicking slowed down before becoming silent.
‘TREAT’ the voice said before the man threw his head back in pleasure. The roller spinning slowly, applying pressure to his soles.
Mel watched, slightly jealously as the man closed his eyes to enjoy the automated foot massage. 20 minutes passed before the machine beeped.
‘Thank you, I hope you enjoyed your treat. Please remove your feet’ the voice said.
The man took his feet out and put his socks and shoes back on.
“That was amazing, you should give it a go” the man said with a smile.
“I would but my feet are really sensitive” Mel joked back, shrugging her shoulders.
“You will be fine, it didn’t tickle at all” the man replied before leaving the shed.
Mel glanced across at the chair, considering her options. She shrugged her shoulders to herself and hopped up to her feet. She sat down in the chair and started to remove her boots when the screen popped up.
‘Trick or Treat for tired feet. Please remove your shoes and socks, then place your feet through the holes’ the voice said.
Mel peeled off her sweaty socks and wriggled her red painted toes on her tiny feet. She took a deep breath before placing her feet through the holes, she could feel the roller under her heels.
‘Press the screen to spin the wheel’ the voice said
She stared at the wheel on the screen, it was covered with black and orange segments. The orange ones had ‘treat’ and the black ones had ‘trick’ written on them. This made her slightly wary but she continued and pressed the wheel to start it spinning. She watched on nervously as it slowed down, before settling on an orange section. She closed her eyes momentarily and breathed a sigh of relief.
‘TRICK’ the voice said.
Mel’s eyes shot open as she saw the pointer on a black section. ‘What could it be?’ she thought, thinking about all the creepy crawlies associated with Halloween made her shiver. She tried to pull her feet out of the holes but something expanded around her ankles, trapping them.
In a panic she started tapping on the screen to find the stop button as she felt the roller disappear from under her heels. A whirring noise filled the room as Mel felt a cool air underneath her trapped feet. She started tapping the screen even more frantically as the cool breeze got stronger and stronger.
‘COMMENCE TRICKERY’ the automated voice spoke through the speakers.
Metal, leather padded cuffs appeared from either side of the armrests, folding down on her wrists before clicking into the armrest again, immobilising her hands. Another large padded cuff extended out of the chair from behind her, wrapping around her stomach before clicking in to the other side of the chair and locking.
An evil laugh played through the speakers as Mel struggled to free herself.
“HEEELPPPPPP” she called out. “SOMEONE HEELLPPP MEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE AHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA” she started laughing loudly as soft bristles stroked against her arches, causing her to throw her head back and scrunch her toes.
“STAHAHAHAHAHAPPP AHAHAHAHAHAHA” Mel screamed with laughter as the bristles stroked her tiny feet from her heels to her toes.
Each bristle glided across her sensitive skin, poking through her toes. She screwed her feet up as much as possible but that only forced her feet down into the bristles. She quickly felt the cold metal of what seemed to be a vibrating plate under her feet. The plate jerked back and forth slowly whilst vibrating, covering the whole of her bare soles and toes at once.
The intensity increased as the plate jerked quicker and quicker.
“AHAHAHAHAHA STAAHAAHAHHAHAPPP AHAHAHAHHAHAAHA NAHAHATT MYY FEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHETTTT” she screamed, shaking her head from side to side as her feet were tortured.
Minute after minute passed of her laughterous cries, her exposed sensitive feet feeling the full force for the bristles. Each flick of each bristle sent a ticklish shockwave up her body. Her face turning red as she struggled to catch her breath, tears now streaming down her face as she cried with laughter. Mel’s ordeal was not over yet as another vibrating plate moved into position over the tops of her feet.
“AHAHAHA NOOOHOHOHOHOHO AHAHAHAHAHA” she laughed as the plate started to move in unison with the one below her feet. Tiny, soft bristles now covered each part of her feet as they thrashed around, not being able to escape.
“AHAHAHA HEELPPP MEEEHEHEHEHEHEHE AHAHAHAHAHA” she screamed again.
The plate under her feet moved up a touch, forcing the bristles further into her skin.
“AAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAPPPP AHAHAHAHAHAHAH STAHAHAHAHAHAHAPPPP AHAHAHAHAHAHA” she cackled with laughter.
Every long minute that passed, the intensity increased of the plates, making the tickling worse and worse as she struggled against the cuffs, pinning her to her seat. The door finally opened to the shed, revealing Janet stood in the door way.
“What’s all the noise?” she asked, staring at Mel frantically wriggling around.
“AHAHAHAHAHA MAKEEEHEHEHEHE IT STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAPPP. MAHAHAHAHAAKKEE IT STAHAHAHAHAHAP” Mel cried out, much to Janet’s amusement.
“You’re the first person to get a trick tonight with that thing” Janet chuckled to herself.
“PLLEEHEHEHEHEHEEHESSEE AHAHAHAH JAAHAHAHNNNET HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Mel begged as Janet watched on at Mel’s predicament.
“You were very rude about me and my kids the other day, so I will leave you here for a while” Janet laughed as she exited the shed.
“AHAHAA JAAAHAHAHANEET NOHOHOHOHOHO, AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Mel screamed louder as the intensity increased again.
Finally, Janet returned. 10 minutes after she left originally to find Mel, silently laughing, shaking her sweaty head from side to side.
“The off button is here” she laughed, pointing at a switch on top of the screen.
Mel was still laughing silently as Janet pressed it.
The cuffs retracted from her hands, stomach and feet as the vibrating plates stopped and moved to the side, allowing Mel to pull her tortured feet free.
“T-T-Thank you” Mel panted out as she lifted her feet up onto the chair and curled up in a ball. The soles of her size 4 feet were a bright shade of pink from the bristles.
“Bet that was the most ticklish foot massage of your life” Janet joked.
Mel just nodded her head as she rubbed her shaking feet in her hands.
She slid her brown ankle boots on over her size 4 socked feet, grabbed her winter coat and headed out for the 10 minute walk with the children, Trick or Treating along the way.
Finally, they arrived at the Village Farm and headed towards the barn to drop the already hyper kids off. They passed a small wooden shed on their left, it had a sign reading ‘Relaxation Station’ on it. Mel had already marked that place off in her head as the place she would spend the next few hours whilst the kids ran around.
After signing them in, she headed for the ‘parents room’, but upon seeing Janet, she quickly turned around. To Mel, Janet was the most annoying person in the world, always bragging about her kids. She shook her head before she closed the door behind her and walked back to the shed she saw earlier.
The door creaked as she opened it, but what she saw was her idea of heaven. The room was lit up with red lights, there were a few beanbags on the floor and a chair in the corner, but what made it more excitable to Mel was that there was no one else there. A perfect opportunity to get some much needed peace and quiet.
She walked around the room, looking for the most comfortable looking beanbag before examining the chair, it was an old, worn, leather recliner chair with a little leather padded box under the footrest. The box had 2 holes in it, just enough space to squeeze your feet into. Intrigued, she turned her phone torch light on and looked through one of the holes to see a roller inside covered in little bumps. She thought better of it and took a seat on one of the bean bags.
A few minutes passed while she scrolled through her phone before the door opened and a tall, handsome man walked in. They exchanged pleasantries before the man stared at the chair and the box. “Is this a foot massager or something?” he asked Mel. “I’m not too sure, it’s got a roller in it so it could be” she said back with a smile. The man took a seat on the recliner chair, as he put his weight down, a small screen appeared out of the armrest.
‘Trick or Treat for tired feet’ an automated voice said from the speaker. Mel turned around to see what was going on.
‘Please remove your shoes and socks, then place your feet through the holes’ the voice said.
Mel watched the man take his shoes and socks off before placing his large feet through the holes.
“Tight fit” he joked to Mel.
‘Press the screen to spin the wheel’ the voice said. The man touched the screen as the noise of a roulette wheel filled the small room. The clicking slowed down before becoming silent.
‘TREAT’ the voice said before the man threw his head back in pleasure. The roller spinning slowly, applying pressure to his soles.
Mel watched, slightly jealously as the man closed his eyes to enjoy the automated foot massage. 20 minutes passed before the machine beeped.
‘Thank you, I hope you enjoyed your treat. Please remove your feet’ the voice said.
The man took his feet out and put his socks and shoes back on.
“That was amazing, you should give it a go” the man said with a smile.
“I would but my feet are really sensitive” Mel joked back, shrugging her shoulders.
“You will be fine, it didn’t tickle at all” the man replied before leaving the shed.
Mel glanced across at the chair, considering her options. She shrugged her shoulders to herself and hopped up to her feet. She sat down in the chair and started to remove her boots when the screen popped up.
‘Trick or Treat for tired feet. Please remove your shoes and socks, then place your feet through the holes’ the voice said.
Mel peeled off her sweaty socks and wriggled her red painted toes on her tiny feet. She took a deep breath before placing her feet through the holes, she could feel the roller under her heels.
‘Press the screen to spin the wheel’ the voice said
She stared at the wheel on the screen, it was covered with black and orange segments. The orange ones had ‘treat’ and the black ones had ‘trick’ written on them. This made her slightly wary but she continued and pressed the wheel to start it spinning. She watched on nervously as it slowed down, before settling on an orange section. She closed her eyes momentarily and breathed a sigh of relief.
‘TRICK’ the voice said.
Mel’s eyes shot open as she saw the pointer on a black section. ‘What could it be?’ she thought, thinking about all the creepy crawlies associated with Halloween made her shiver. She tried to pull her feet out of the holes but something expanded around her ankles, trapping them.
In a panic she started tapping on the screen to find the stop button as she felt the roller disappear from under her heels. A whirring noise filled the room as Mel felt a cool air underneath her trapped feet. She started tapping the screen even more frantically as the cool breeze got stronger and stronger.
‘COMMENCE TRICKERY’ the automated voice spoke through the speakers.
Metal, leather padded cuffs appeared from either side of the armrests, folding down on her wrists before clicking into the armrest again, immobilising her hands. Another large padded cuff extended out of the chair from behind her, wrapping around her stomach before clicking in to the other side of the chair and locking.
An evil laugh played through the speakers as Mel struggled to free herself.
“HEEELPPPPPP” she called out. “SOMEONE HEELLPPP MEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE AHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA” she started laughing loudly as soft bristles stroked against her arches, causing her to throw her head back and scrunch her toes.
“STAHAHAHAHAHAPPP AHAHAHAHAHAHA” Mel screamed with laughter as the bristles stroked her tiny feet from her heels to her toes.
Each bristle glided across her sensitive skin, poking through her toes. She screwed her feet up as much as possible but that only forced her feet down into the bristles. She quickly felt the cold metal of what seemed to be a vibrating plate under her feet. The plate jerked back and forth slowly whilst vibrating, covering the whole of her bare soles and toes at once.
The intensity increased as the plate jerked quicker and quicker.
“AHAHAHAHAHA STAAHAAHAHHAHAPPP AHAHAHAHHAHAAHA NAHAHATT MYY FEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHETTTT” she screamed, shaking her head from side to side as her feet were tortured.
Minute after minute passed of her laughterous cries, her exposed sensitive feet feeling the full force for the bristles. Each flick of each bristle sent a ticklish shockwave up her body. Her face turning red as she struggled to catch her breath, tears now streaming down her face as she cried with laughter. Mel’s ordeal was not over yet as another vibrating plate moved into position over the tops of her feet.
“AHAHAHA NOOOHOHOHOHOHO AHAHAHAHAHA” she laughed as the plate started to move in unison with the one below her feet. Tiny, soft bristles now covered each part of her feet as they thrashed around, not being able to escape.
“AHAHAHA HEELPPP MEEEHEHEHEHEHEHE AHAHAHAHAHA” she screamed again.
The plate under her feet moved up a touch, forcing the bristles further into her skin.
“AAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAPPPP AHAHAHAHAHAHAH STAHAHAHAHAHAHAPPPP AHAHAHAHAHAHA” she cackled with laughter.
Every long minute that passed, the intensity increased of the plates, making the tickling worse and worse as she struggled against the cuffs, pinning her to her seat. The door finally opened to the shed, revealing Janet stood in the door way.
“What’s all the noise?” she asked, staring at Mel frantically wriggling around.
“AHAHAHAHAHA MAKEEEHEHEHEHE IT STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAPPP. MAHAHAHAHAAKKEE IT STAHAHAHAHAHAP” Mel cried out, much to Janet’s amusement.
“You’re the first person to get a trick tonight with that thing” Janet chuckled to herself.
“PLLEEHEHEHEHEHEEHESSEE AHAHAHAH JAAHAHAHNNNET HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Mel begged as Janet watched on at Mel’s predicament.
“You were very rude about me and my kids the other day, so I will leave you here for a while” Janet laughed as she exited the shed.
“AHAHAA JAAAHAHAHANEET NOHOHOHOHOHO, AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Mel screamed louder as the intensity increased again.
Finally, Janet returned. 10 minutes after she left originally to find Mel, silently laughing, shaking her sweaty head from side to side.
“The off button is here” she laughed, pointing at a switch on top of the screen.
Mel was still laughing silently as Janet pressed it.
The cuffs retracted from her hands, stomach and feet as the vibrating plates stopped and moved to the side, allowing Mel to pull her tortured feet free.
“T-T-Thank you” Mel panted out as she lifted her feet up onto the chair and curled up in a ball. The soles of her size 4 feet were a bright shade of pink from the bristles.
“Bet that was the most ticklish foot massage of your life” Janet joked.
Mel just nodded her head as she rubbed her shaking feet in her hands.
