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David sat in the living room reading the morning paper.
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Madame Hortense had given him the day off from his usual
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household chores for good behavior and he had taken the
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opportunity to catch up on the day's news and sports. All of a
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sudden he heard a loud flap, flap, flap on the stairwell. He
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turned to see Madame Hortense descending the stairs. David could
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hardly believe his eyes! Since she had given HIM the day off,
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Madame Hortense had decided that SHE would take the day off from
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wearing her usual leather outfit and dress casually for a change.
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David observed her descending the stairs dressed in an oversized
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denim shirt and jeans, but the sight of what she wore on her feet
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almost made David's eyes bug out. On her feet Madame Hortense
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was wearing a pair of brown water buffalo sandals. The sight of
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his mistress's willfully exposed feet brought a rush to David's
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head.
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"Good morning, slave," she demurred.
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"Good morning, mistress," he replied. He was going to make
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a comment about her feet, but decided to hold his tongue--not
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wanting to say anything that MIGHT offend his mistress and cause
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her to cancel his day off.
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"Since you admire my feet so much, I've decided to give you
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a little treat. I'm going to be wearing these sandals all day
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long, so you may admire my feet as much as you like today."
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"Oh, THANK you, mistress!" he said scarcely believing his
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good fortune.
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"But remember, dear slave", she cautioned, "my feet are
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sacred objects. And sacred objects are meant to be worshipped.
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You may begin your worship NOW!" and she raised one foot to
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David's lips for kissing. David kissed the toes of Madame
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Hortense's outstretched sandaled foot.
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"This position is uncomfortable for me!" she exclaimed. "I
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am the mistress here! Get up and relinquish your seat!"
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David slowly rose, laying aside his newspaper, and Madame
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Hortense displaced him in the big easy chair.
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"Now, slave," she bade, "kneel and continue your worship."
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David knelt before his mistress and continued kissing her
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feet. The scent of the water buffalo hide blended with the gamy
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aroma of Madame Hortense's feet was intoxicating to him. Madame
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Hortense, for her part, leaned back in her chair and enjoyed the
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sensations of her slave's lips upon her feet. "Remove my
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sandals, slave," she said, "and lick the bottoms of my feet."
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David gently removed Madame Hortense's sandals and proceeded to
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apply his tongue to her soles. He licked Madame Hortense's soles
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from toes to heels and back again inhaling deeply of the bouquet
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of luscious feminine feet and water buffalo hide. "Lick between
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my toes, slave," she bade softly. "Make sure you get between
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each and every toe...that's a good slave...mmmmmmmmmmmmm, you do
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that so nicely." She was caught up in the ecstasy of David's
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gentle attentions to her feet. She sighed softly, and moaned
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with pleasure. Her eyes rolled back and she stared vacantly at
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the ceiling. David's tongue now moved to the tops of her feet
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and darted between each toe up to his mistress's ankles. "Ooooh,
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David," she cooed, "you're doing such a good job today."
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"I'm glad you're pleased, mistress," he said. In all his
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years of service to her, this was the first time Madame Hortense
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had ever called him by name.
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"Place my sandals back on my feet, love," she cooed, "and
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come upstairs with me."
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What on Earth can Madame Hortense have in mind???
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Aaaah! That's in the next installment.
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