Dr. Fae's Toe Licking Examination
The Foot Room was a strange place, and Ivy wasn't sure what to make of it. The decor was dated, the colors faded and out of place, like someone had taken an old hotel and converted it into a medical office. But when Dr. Fae entered, all those concerns vanished as her eyes fell upon the woman's curvaceous figure. Ivy cleared her throat, trying to focus on the reason she was here.
"Hello, Ivy," Dr. Fae said with a warm smile, making her way around the examination table. "You're here about your rolled ankle? Let's have a look."
Ivy nodded, doing her best to comply as the doctor gently examined her foot. It was only when Dr. Fae sniffed her shoe that she became truly unsettled. What was that all about? But before she could ask, Dr. Fae pulled out a small mirror, holding it up to her heel.
"Just a small test," the doctor explained. "Your shoes can tell us a lot about your health, you know."
Ivy didn't know, but she wasn't going to argue. Dr. Fae proceeded to inspect her footwear, occasionally running her finger along the sole or giving it a gentle squeeze. It was unnerving, yes, but she had to admit, there was something oddly compelling about it.
That was when the doctor began to tickle. Not a full-on tickle, but just enough to make Ivy giggle uncontrollably. It was strange, being tickled by her own doctor, but before she could fully process it, Dr. Fae moved on to the next part of the examination.
"Your feet are lovely, Ivy," Dr. Fae commented, causing her to blush. "Soft and smooth, with just the right amount of scent."
Ivy felt her heart racing as the doctor leaned in closer, sniffing her foot again. This time, she didn't stop at the shoe. She trailed her nose up to Ivy's ankle, taking in a deep breath.
"Mmm, yes," she murmured, her eyes closed in what looked like pure bliss. "This is what we're looking for."
And then, to Ivy's absolute horror, Dr. Fae leaned forward and began licking her soles. The sensation was both foreign and incredibly intimate, sending shivers down her spine. As she licked and sucked, the doctor's free hand began to caress Ivy's calf, massaging up and down in slow, sensual strokes.
Ivy couldn't believe what was happening. She wanted to scream, to run out of there as fast as she could. But something was holding her back, a strange mix of fascination and fear. She didn't know what was happening, but she needed to find out.
As the examination continued, Dr. Fae's touches became more daring, more sensual. She was no longer just examining Ivy's foot; she was exploring every inch of her skin, teasing and tantalizing with each touch. Ivy could feel herself growing hot, her breath coming faster as the doctor's hand found its way up her thigh.
This couldn't be happening. It just couldn't. But as she opened her eyes to find Dr. Fae looking back at her, she knew there was no going back. This was a journey she had to take, no matter how frightening it might be.
And so, with a deep breath, Ivy allowed herself to be led further into the unknown, trusting that Dr. Fae would guide her to wherever they were meant to go. Part 2 of this story can be found at The Tickle Room.
