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Madame Hortense carried David's naked, unconscious body into
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the bedroom and flopped it onto the bed. Her strong fingers
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pushing against his pressure points had put him out like a light.
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She raised David's arm in the air and let it go. It flopped at
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his side like a wet rag. David was Madame Hortense's slave, and
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he had displeased her by not having done the dishes by the time
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she had come home from work. This was the third time this week
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this had happened so she was compelled to render him unconscious
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and tie his wretched body naked to the big four poster in the
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Master (Mistress) bedroom. She peeled back David's eyelids and
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then slapped him across the face.
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"Wake up, you lazy bastard!" Madame Hortense snapped. This
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is the third time this week you have failed to do the dishes and
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now you must be punished!"
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"Oh please, Madame Hortense, I forgot about the dishes. I
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was so busy trying to clean the rest of the house that I didn't
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have time to do them," David whined.
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"Shut up!" she shouted. "Your just a lazy, good-for-nothing
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son-of-a-bitch and you have to be taught a lesson!"
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Madame Hortense opened a drawer in the bedside table and
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pulled out a long feathered plume, stroking it menacingly.
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"Please, Mistress," David exclaimed, "please don't tickle
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me. You know I can't stand it when you tickle me."
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"Well, that's just too bad, you disobedient twit," she said
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ignoring his pleas. "This is what happens to slaves who
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disobey."
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She ran the feathered plum over David's stomach. He tried
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to stifle a laugh, but it was no use.
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"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
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HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Oh please, stop. I can't stand
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it," he managed to say between giggles. But Madame Hortense paid
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him no mind and continued her tickling. She ran the feather
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under David's arms, under his nose, and across his forehead.
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"HAHAHAHAHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
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Oh, Mistress. M-m-mad-d-d-am H-h-hort-t-t-ense. Pleeeeeease!"
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She ran the feather back down David's chest tracing circles
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as she went. David's laughter kept up.
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"HOHOHOHOHOHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHEHEHEHEEHEHEEEEEEEEEEEEAIAIAI!
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I can't take anymore!"
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"Shut up, you wimp and take it like a man!" she snapped
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back.
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The feather was crossing David's stomach now and inching its
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way to his lower body. He bucked and jerked against the
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restraints of the ropes, his body all a-tingle from the tickling
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his mistress was giving him. She ran the feather down his leg
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tickling him inside his thighs.
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"AH AH AH AH AH AHAAAAAAAAA!" he exclaimed breathlessly
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trying not to pass out.
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She ran the feather down David's ankles in titillating
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circular motions and finally came to rest at David's feet.
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"Now for the grand finale," she said slyly. "I know you
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just love it when I tickle your feet."
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"No please, not my feet, pleeeease! I promise I'll remember
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to do the dishes tomorrow if you just don't tickle my feet."
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"Promises, promises," Madame Hortense exclaimed, and she ran
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the dreaded plume over David's soles. He tried to jerk his feet
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away but she had tied his ankles to tightly to allow that.
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David's mind screamed inside his head. He was so out of breath
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he could barely laugh out loud.
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"Ha...ha...ha," he laughed weakly.
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Madame Hortense intensified her tickling of David's feet,
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running the feather over his toes and back down to his heels,
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then in between his toes and over his insteps.
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"AAAAAAAAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA!" he laughed
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getting his second wind. "Oh Madame Hortense, pleeease don't
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stop. I love it when you tickle my feet!"
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"Starting to enjoy it, are we?" his mistress cooed.
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"Oh yes pleeease, kind mistress," he cried eagerly.
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"Well in that case, I think I'll something different," and
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with that, Madame Hortense put down the feather and raked her
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long red fingernails over David's toes.
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"HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! Oh--Madame--
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Hortense--HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I--HAHAHHA--love it-HEHEHAHAHAHA!
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Please--don't--stop--HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!"
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"Well, I think you've had enough punishment for today, young
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man," said the mistress. "Just you remember the dishes tomorrow
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or else I'll have to punish you again."
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Will David remember the dishes tomorrow? Stay tuned.
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