This story actually starts last summer when I took my wife to this same spa in Wisconsin Dells for a day of pampering. I had a reflexology treatment, she had a “foot fantasy” treatment, and we both had a couples' massage together. Although it could be a separate story of its own, my reflexologist had no idea what she was doing. She basically spent the 30 minutes alternating between giving me a decent foot massage and tickling the crap out of me with her thumbnails. She actually asked me if I was OK at one point as I struggled to keep my composure. I love being tickled, but I was close to saying uncle a few times.
The part that is relevant to what took place today is the couples' massage. The woman that did mine was average looking and about 25 years old or so. She gave a pretty good massage. Nothing that she did really tickled too much until the end when she closed out the massage by lightly running her fingertips down my legs and over the soles of my feet as I lay on my stomach. When she did my right foot, I couldn’t help but jump, even though I was trying not to. When she did my left, she did it three times. There was no question in my mind that she was reacting to my squirming. Again, I was trying not to react because my wife was right next to me.
Fast forward to this morning. I called ahead to schedule another reflexology treatment. I did not get the mad tickler from last year, but I did get the same massage therapist who tickled my feet last year. While she did not recognize me, I knew it was her. We went in to the room and she had me lay on my back with my feet over the edge of the table. She explained to me that she knew how to do reflexology but was not a reflexologist. She started by giving me a very foot general foot massage. My feet are usually pretty ticklish at the first touch, but not today.
After the massage, she applied pressure to some points on my toes and sole. If you have ever had reflexology, you know that this can hurt like hell. My big toe and one spot on my sole were really tender. Anyway, she did some more massage and pressure points, but she once again finished by stroking the top, then the sole of my left foot with her finger tips. Again, I could not help but flinch. She repeated all of her steps on my right foot and it was pretty uneventful. At the very end, she massaged both of my feet at once for a while and then ended by actually tickling, not just dragging, her fingertips up and down my soles about three times. My feet were jumping all over the place until she stopped.
I thought it was over. She had me sit up on the table and brought my shoes to me. Then she asked if I wanted her to wipe some of the oil off of my feet before I slipped my leather sandals on so they wouldn’t “get all slippery.” I said sure and she very nicely took a warm, wet towel and started wiping away. She stopped in the middle and said, “we don’t want to wipe too much off because you have nice soft feet.” As she said this, she ran her fingertips along my sole to see how much oil was left. It was a very light touch and it tickled. If jumped a little bit again. Then she did the exact same thing on the other foot.
What a nice way to start the day. My feet are still slippery as I sit here typing this story. I have to go by the Dells again for a meeting in a few weeks. I think I’ll be getting another reflexology treatment.
I’m sorry that this story is so long, but I wanted to get in all of the details. It was not a long torturous tickling, but it was pretty cool. Anyone else have similar experiences with massages or other therapies?
The part that is relevant to what took place today is the couples' massage. The woman that did mine was average looking and about 25 years old or so. She gave a pretty good massage. Nothing that she did really tickled too much until the end when she closed out the massage by lightly running her fingertips down my legs and over the soles of my feet as I lay on my stomach. When she did my right foot, I couldn’t help but jump, even though I was trying not to. When she did my left, she did it three times. There was no question in my mind that she was reacting to my squirming. Again, I was trying not to react because my wife was right next to me.
Fast forward to this morning. I called ahead to schedule another reflexology treatment. I did not get the mad tickler from last year, but I did get the same massage therapist who tickled my feet last year. While she did not recognize me, I knew it was her. We went in to the room and she had me lay on my back with my feet over the edge of the table. She explained to me that she knew how to do reflexology but was not a reflexologist. She started by giving me a very foot general foot massage. My feet are usually pretty ticklish at the first touch, but not today.
After the massage, she applied pressure to some points on my toes and sole. If you have ever had reflexology, you know that this can hurt like hell. My big toe and one spot on my sole were really tender. Anyway, she did some more massage and pressure points, but she once again finished by stroking the top, then the sole of my left foot with her finger tips. Again, I could not help but flinch. She repeated all of her steps on my right foot and it was pretty uneventful. At the very end, she massaged both of my feet at once for a while and then ended by actually tickling, not just dragging, her fingertips up and down my soles about three times. My feet were jumping all over the place until she stopped.
I thought it was over. She had me sit up on the table and brought my shoes to me. Then she asked if I wanted her to wipe some of the oil off of my feet before I slipped my leather sandals on so they wouldn’t “get all slippery.” I said sure and she very nicely took a warm, wet towel and started wiping away. She stopped in the middle and said, “we don’t want to wipe too much off because you have nice soft feet.” As she said this, she ran her fingertips along my sole to see how much oil was left. It was a very light touch and it tickled. If jumped a little bit again. Then she did the exact same thing on the other foot.
What a nice way to start the day. My feet are still slippery as I sit here typing this story. I have to go by the Dells again for a meeting in a few weeks. I think I’ll be getting another reflexology treatment.
I’m sorry that this story is so long, but I wanted to get in all of the details. It was not a long torturous tickling, but it was pretty cool. Anyone else have similar experiences with massages or other therapies?
