My Pretty Feet Store - Dr M Cures ED with Tickle Feet

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My Pretty Feet Store - Dr M Cures ED with Tickle Feet

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Dr M Cures ED with Tickle Feet

In Dr. M's cozy medical practice, the curtains were drawn to create an intimate atmosphere. A nervous man, your patient, awaited treatment for his persistent erectile dysfunction issues. As you entered the room, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement at the sight of your stiletto heels clicking against the floor.



"Good morning, Mr. Johnson," you smiled, your voice laced with professional warmth. "I have a special treatment planned for you today."



Without further ado, you pulled out a pair of medical gloves and placed them on your hands. The sight of them only served to heighten his anxiety. You moved towards him, standing tall in your authority figure role. His eyes were transfixed on the glint of your heels as they came into view.



"Now, Mr. Johnson, I hear you've been experiencing some trouble down there," you began, your voice low and steady. "I have a solution that might surprise you."



Slowly, you inched closer to him, until your towering figure loomed over him. His heart raced as you reached out and took hold of his ankle, gently pulling it towards you. "I think a little tickle therapy might do the trick," you purred, running your gloved fingers up his calf muscle.



His body tensed under your touch—either from the anticipation or fear of being tickled—you couldn't quite tell. But you pressed on, knowing that this was the only way to truly cure him. With each tickle, you watched closely for signs of arousal, hoping that it would eventually lead to climax.



"P-please, Dr. M," he stammered, his voice barely audible. "I can't take much more of this tickle therapy."



You paused for a moment, leaning in close to his face. "That's all right, Mr. Johnson," you whispered, a mischievous glint in your eye. "I think I can help you with that."



And with that, you continued your tickle therapy, this time focusing on his feet. Your gloved fingers danced across his soles, causing him to squirm and wriggle in his restraints. The power dynamic between you only heightened his arousal, making it all the more intense.



Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he begged for release. And you were only too happy to oblige. With one swift motion, you removed your gloves and placed your hands firmly on his cock, massaging it gently at first before increasing the pressure. His hips bucked off the table as he approached climax, his pleas for you to stop tickling his feet falling on deaf ears.



Just as he was about to cum, you pulled back, watching as his cock twitched in anticipation. "You want me to stop tickling your feet?" you asked, arching an eyebrow. "Is that what you're asking for?"



His response was a mix of desperation and pleading as he nodded vigorously. With one final tickle to his arch, you released him from his torment, allowing him to cum all over your latex-clad hands.



As you cleaned up the mess, you couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. Not only had you cured his erectile dysfunction, but you had also pushed him to his limits, both physically and emotionally. And the best part? You had complete control over his body—and mind—the entire time.



"Thank you, Dr. M," he breathed, his voice still shaking from the experience. "I don't know how to thank you."



You smiled warmly, patting his knee reassuringly. "Don't mention it, Mr. Johnson. Consider this my gift to you."



And with that, you picked up your clipboard, ready to move on to your next patient and repeat the process all over again.

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