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Madame Hortense surveyed her unconscious slave. He looked
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so cute tied helplessly to the bed. He had been her slave for
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almost five years now and she had actually grown quite fond of
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him. "If he would just remember to do his chores when he's
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told!" she thought to herself. She really hated to subject him
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to those torturous tickling sessions, but slaves had to be taught
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their place. She raised David's head slightly and watched it
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drop as she released it. She twitched back David's eyelids; he
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was still unconscious. She tweaked his nipples. No response.
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She pinched David's toe digging her fingernails deep into the
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flesh, but David was so far gone, he didn't even feel the pinch.
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She reached into the night stand drawer for the smelling salts
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and broke them under David's nostrils. David's head jerked back
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and he started to come around. His poor body was sore, and ached
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from being tied and tickled for so long. Madame Hortense smiled
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broadly as David regained consciousness.
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"Wake up, love," she sang, "you've been asleep. Did you
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enjoy your little nap?"
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"Where am I?" David utter groggily.
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"Oh, you're in your natural habitat," she assured him.
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David surveyed his bound condition. "Madame Hortense, wha-"
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"Are you starting to QUESTION me again?" she warned.
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"I have given you the day off from your chores, but NOT from
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being tickled," she explained. "You see, my love, being tickled
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by me is your fate in life--so enjoy," and she tickled him with a
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flourish.
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David broke out into a fit of laughter; he couldn't help
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himself. Madame Hortense was right. Being her tickle slave WAS
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his fate in life. AND HE LOVED EVERY TORTUROUS MOMENT OF IT!
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Madame Hortense tickled him from head to toe in a flourish, with
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David laughing uncontrollably. He was starting to get weary and
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"tickle-tired" from this latest session, and his arms and legs
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ached from being tied to the four-poster for so long, but he
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didn't dare tell his mistress. He literally grinned and bore it.
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"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA...HAHAHAHA...HA...HA...HA...Haaaaaaaa," he
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passed out again. Madame Hortense removed the scarves from
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around his hands and feet, allowing his limbs to drop heavily on
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the bed. She kissed his forehead. "I think I'll let your
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rest...for a while," she said. "Sleep ti-ight."
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* * *
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David lay on the four-poster for about four hours, drifting
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in and out of consciousness. All of a sudden, he was awakened by
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the sensation of fingernails dancing on his toes.
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"David," his mistress said in mock whininess.
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David was to weak too answer her.
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"David," she whined again, "I'm tired of dominating you
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today. Would you please tie me to the four-poster bed and tickle
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me?"
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"Wha--," David said, still groggy, shaking his head.
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Madame Hortense bent over him and spoke distinctly, "I am
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asking you to tie me to the four-poster and tickle me."
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David looked at his mistress in astonishment. "You're not
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serious," he said, scarcely believing his ears.
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"Now, David," she said stroking his foot, "YOU know you'd
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like nothing better than to get back at me for all the times I've
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tickled you. I am giving you that opportunity. I might not be
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this generous tomorrow, you know," and she gave him a look that
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indicated that she WOULDN'T be this generous tomorrow.
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David leaped from the bed, reveling in his new role.
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"Now don't get excited!" she warned. "I'm only allowing
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this because I'm tired, and I did give you the day off. I'm just
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being generous, so don't lose your head," she said with a pout.
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Madame Hortense lay down on the four-poster, arms and legs
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extended, looked up at David and whispered, "Tie me." David
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grabbed the scarves and started to tie Madame Hortense's hands
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and feet. "No, no, not the scarves!" she admonished him, "Use
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the ropes! And tie them tightly! I want to enjoy every
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torturous moment of this."
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David got the ropes out of the night table drawer and tied
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Madame Hortense's hands and feet securely to the bed. Madame
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Hortense actually seemed to be enjoying her new-found captivity.
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"Sooo, this is what it feels like to be tied up. I like it.
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It's different," she said with a smile. "So, Master David, when
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are you going to start tickling me?"
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"Patience, patience, my slave," David admonished her.
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"Perhaps I'll just leave you suspended here for a while and
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torture you with anticipation."
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"Oh, master, you're so cruel," she whined in mock agony,
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"why do you torture me so?"
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"You'd do the same to me," he retorted, "and you KNOW it!"
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"Oh please, Master," she cried, really getting into her new-
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found role of subservience, "I know I've been a cruel mistress
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but please, do not tickle me. Have mercy. I promise to be more
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lenient in the future. I'll give you another day off tomorrow."
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"YOU are in no position to bargain with me, you worthless
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bitch!" he snapped. Remember you VOLUNTEERED for this duty!
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Now you must suffer the consequences! Here, off with these
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sandals!"
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"Oh my God, you're going to tickle my feet!" she gasped,
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"NOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooooHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" David had
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her sandals off in no time and was dancing his fingers up and
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down Madame Hortense's soles. He tickled her shapely feet
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shamelessly. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHOHOHOHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" she
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cackled, her laughter filling the house. "Oh, I just LOVE it
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when you tickle my feet." she exclaimed, wiggling her toes
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uncontrollably.
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"Let's see how you like the Feathered Plume, Madame
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Hortense," David said reaching inside the night stand.
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Madame Hortense's eyes widened in mock horror. "OH NO! OH
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NO! OH NOOOOOOOOOOooaaaHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" his mistress roared
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as David danced the feather over her soles, between her toes and
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up her ankles. He rolled the pant legs of Madame Hortense's
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jeans up to her thighs and ran the Feathered Plume up her legs.
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Madame Hortense was beside herself with the laughter. David
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unbuttoned her shirt exposing her bare belly. "Oh no, not there,
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please" she exclaimed, eyes agape, "pleeeeeeeeease,
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HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" She laughed convulsively, her ample tummy
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moving up and down spasmodically.
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David stopped for a moment to let his mistress catch her
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breath. "Oh, David," she panted over and over, "Oh, you
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shameless bastard!" She gulped, moaned, and her head rolled
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back over one shoulder. David tickled her under her exposed chin
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with the feather. "HEHEHEHEHEHEHE!" she tittered, "Oh, I'm
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going to get you for that one, David!"
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"If I decide to let you up from here," David reminded her
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and continued tickling her under the chin with the feather.
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"You're really enjoying this, aren't you," she said lowering
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her eyes to slits.
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David looked her straight in the eye defiantly. "So are
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YOU," he said, daring her to disagree.
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Madame Hortense felt a quizzical expression cross her face
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at David's words. She hoped he hadn't noticed. Deep down inside
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she really WAS enjoying it. She had never realized just how much
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fun being tickled could be. But she mustn't let David know. She
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tried to compose herself. "Why are you being so gentle with me?"
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she taunted. "Is this how you get back at the woman who's made
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your life so miserable for the past five years? Tickle me! Show
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me how ruthless you can be!"
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David tossed the feather aside and went after his mistress's
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belly full force with his bare hands. "WHOOOOA!" she hollered,
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her body bucking against the tightness of the ropes. David
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tickled her abdomen, sides, and under her armpits.
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"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" she cackled, "OH! OH! DON'T STOP!
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DON'T STOP! DON'T EVER STOP! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
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TICKLE ME! TICKLE MEEEEYEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEEE!"
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"Enjoying yourself, Madame Hortense?" David inquired
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continuing to tickle her.
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"YEEEES, YES, YES!" she cried with tears of laughter
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rolling down her cheeks, "I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT! TICKLE ME
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EVERYWHERE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
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David tickled her under her chin again, then behind the
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ears, on the checks. Madame Hortense cackled uncontrollably.
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She knew her relationship with David would never be the same
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again, but she didn't care. She had discovered a whole other
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side to herself, one that enjoyed receiving tickle-torture as
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well as giving it. David's fingers returned down his mistress's
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body the same way they had come, retracing the path under her
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armpits, down her forearms, her sides, belly and abdomen. He
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tickled the backs of her legs. Madame Hortense shrieked with
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glee. She was totally caught up in the sensations of being
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tickled and loving every torturous nanosecond. Her mind laughed
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in rhythm with her body. David continued tickling down her legs
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to her ankles and came to rest on the bottoms of her feet.
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"OH YES, OH YES!" she was pleading now, "DO MY FEET! DO MY
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FEET! I LOVE IT WHEN YOU DO MY FEET! FINISH ME OFF!"
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David went at his mistress's feet full force, tickling them
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mercilessly. Madame Hortense felt a tingle go through her body
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from the tips of her toes to the top of her head and back. David
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tickled the tops of her feet and inside her toe crevices. Madame
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Hortense's toes began to twitch out of control. She was half
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laughing, half gasping now, a quivering mass of jelly. She
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swooned and her body sagged against the ropes. She was
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thoroughly spent. David kissed his mistress's forehead.
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"Kootchy, kootchy," he said teasingly. She laughed half
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consciously. Just his saying the words "kootchy, kootchy" was
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bringing giggles to her lips. "Kootchy, kootchy," he said again,
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realizing the power those words were having over her. Madame
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Hortense was laughing in spite of herself amid aching limbs and a
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crampy stomach. "Kootchy, kootchy," David kept repeating.
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Madame Hortense was laughing harder at each utterance--and David
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wasn't even TOUCHING her. He kept it up. Madame Hortense was
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roaring now. Tears were running down her cheeks. She
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outstretched her hand against the weight of the ropes.
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"Enough...enough," she uttered weakly. "Well, are you happy?
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Did you enjoy reducing your poor mistress to a quivering mass of
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jelly? Just what manner of slave ARE you?"
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"A vengeful one!" David said triumphantly. "And if you
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don't watch yourself, I'll say 'kootchy, kootchy' again!"
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"All right, David," Madame Hortense said weakly but
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determinedly, "I'll let you have your fun for today. Enjoy it
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while you can, my slave, for tomorrow it's back to business as
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usual."
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"Don't be so sure about that, Madame Hortense," he
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cautioned. "I haven't untied you yet."
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[to be continued]
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