"Kelly is due a nice, long session of barefoot stimulation therapy. Doctor, can you and the nurse please put Kelly in the foot stocks with her toes tied back?" requested Dr Morris. "We certainly can. Come now, Kelly" you smile as you and the nurse take the semi conscious woman over to the foot stocks. Kelly tries to resist, but can't find the strength to do so.
Eventually, Kelly is restrained in the foot stocks with her toes tied back and spread out. She begins panicking as she comes to her senses. She knows exactly what's coming her way and wants to avoid it at all costs.
"Oh god no, not that. Please, let me go. I HATE being tickled on my feet, I'll do anything" begged Kelly. "Sorry Kelly, this is for your own good" you tell her. "I keep telling you, I'm not crazy. I don't need any tickle therapy" insists Kelly. "We don't use words like "crazy" here. We only want to help you, sweetheart. It'll be over soon, we promise" said the nurse. "Alright, I think we're ready to begin out session" grinned Doctor Morris as she bought in a feather duster, a pair of feather gloves, a pair of electric toothbrushes and a large bottle labeled "tickle itch lotion". Kelly didn't like the look of this one bit. "OH SHIT. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. DON'T, DON'T TICKLE ME, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH" cried Kelly. "Shh shh shh, it's alright baby. You're gonna be a happy, laughing girl in just a few short seconds" smiled Doctor Morris.
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