Dr. Footluv's Ticklish Patient
Ama Rio, dressed in a sexy nurse's uniform, was lying on the examination table, her legs dangling over the edge, as Dr. Footluv walked into the room. She looked up at him nervously, her heart racing in anticipation of what was to come. He smiled reassuringly and explained that he just wanted to check on her progress.
As he began his examination, he noticed that her left shoe was untied. He leaned closer to tie it for her, but then he hesitated. A mischievous glint appeared in his eye as he looked up at her. "I can't help but notice that your husband seems to have enjoyed tickling your feet last night. Perhaps this will help calm you down," he said, slowly removing her left shoe and sock.
Dr. Footluv motioned for Chi Foot Luv to join him, and together they began tickling her soles. At first, Ama tried to resist, but their tickling fingers were relentless. She wriggled and squirmed on the table, her face turning red with embarrassment.
Just then, the door opened, and Ama's husband, James Darke, walked in. His eyes widened in surprise when he saw his wife lying there, her feet being tickled by two doctors. "What's going on here?" he demanded, his voice betraying his confusion and arousal.
Dr. Footluv explained that he was just trying to calm Ama down. He looked over at James and asked, "Does it usually work when you tickle her feet?"
James hesitated for a moment before answering. "Well, yes, it's part of our... thing. But it only works when I do it."
Dr. Footluv chuckled. "I see. Well, perhaps we should try something different then." He nodded to Chi Foot Luv, and together they began tickling Ama's right foot as well.
Ama let out a high-pitched squeal as the tickling intensified. She squirmed and kicked, trying to get away from their tickling fingers, but there was nowhere for her to go. The more she struggled, the more aroused she became, and the more embarrassed she felt.
Suddenly, Dr. Footluv had an idea. He turned to James. "I have an idea. Why don't you make her admit that she likes having her feet tickled before we stop?"
James grinned. This was too good an opportunity to pass up. He walked over to Ama and leaned down menacingly. "Admit it," he growled. "Do you like having your feet tickled?"
Ama's face turned beet red, but she couldn't bring herself to say the words. She squirmed under the onslaught of tickles, her body crying out for release.
Just as she thought she couldn't take it anymore, James stopped. He leaned in close to her ear and whispered, "Admit it, Ama. Admit that you love having your feet tickled."
Her heart pounding, Ama forced out the words. "I... I love having my feet tickled."
Immediately, the tickling stopped, and she felt a wave of relief wash over her. But the humiliation remained. She had just admitted to enjoying something that was supposed to be embarrassing and demeaning.
Dr. Footluv smiled kindly at her. "I'm glad we could help calm you down, Ama. Please don't hesitate to ask for our assistance in the future."
As Ama gathered her things and left the room, she couldn't help but feel a strange mix of emotions. She was relieved that the tickling was over, but she couldn't shake the feeling of embarrassment and arousal that lingered. And she knew that James would be enjoying this for a long time to come.
