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They ascended the stairs together, David in his slippers and
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Madame Hortense with her sandals going flap, flap, flap. Of
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course David stayed two steps below his mistress out of respect.
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When they reached the top of the stairs, Madame Hortense took her
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slave by the hand and led him into the Mistress Bedroom. David
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was puzzled. "Madame Hortense, whatever can you be thinking?" he
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inquired. Madame Hortense pushed him down onto the bed. "Don't
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ask questions! It's not your place to question me!" she
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snapped. She reached inside the night stand beside the bed and
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retrieved some silk scarves. She tied David's hand and feet to
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the big four-poster.
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"Madame Hortense, have I done something to offend you?"
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David asked pleadingly.
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Madame Hortense slapped him across the face. "Stop asking
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me questions, or I'll cancel your day off!" she snapped.
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"You've already spoiled the GOOD mood I was in, so don't do
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ANYTHING else to upset me the rest of the day, do you understand
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me? SLAVE!"
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"Yes, Mistress," he replied weakly.
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Madame Hortense pushed one sandaled foot into David's face
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tauntingly. "Do you like my sandals?" she taunted.
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"Yes, Mistress," David said, his mouth watering. "They look
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so lovely on your feet,"
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"And did you enjoy worshipping my feet this morning?
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Hmmmm?" she cooed teasingly.
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"Yes, yes, Mistress," David replied breathlessly and he
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extended his tongue to his Mistress's toe.
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Madame Hortense pulled her foot away abruptly. David's
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heart sank. Why was she torturing him this way? Madame Hortense
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walked around the side of the bed, chin in hand, surveying her
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captive slave. David's eyes never left her feet as she walked to
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the foot of the bed. Madame Hortense stood at the foot of the
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bed, chin in hand, cocking her head from side to side emitting an
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occasional "Hmmmm, hmmmm." She stood looking at David for what
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seemed to him to be an eternity. A broad smile crossed her face
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as she knelt and slowly removed the slipper from David's left
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foot. David gulped. He knew the worst was coming. Madame
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Hortense held David's foot in her hand and examined it from
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various angles, almost as if seeing it for the first time. "My,
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my, what a pretty foot we have here!" she exclaimed in mock
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astonishment and she stroked David's foot with one of her long
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fingernails. David resigned himself to the fact that he was
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about to be tickled. But his mistress DIDN'T tickle him; rather
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she mused, "I wonder if my little slave likes to RECEIVE as well
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as give," and she took David's big toe into her mouth and sucked
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it.
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"Since you did such a good job on my feet this morning," she
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explained, "I've decided to return the favor--just to show you
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that I'm NOT the cold, heartless bitch you think I am," and she
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continued her sucking. She darted her tongue into and all around
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David's toe crevices, sucking his toes from the biggest to the
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smallest. She stroked David's foot with her long fingernails;
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not a torturing tickle-stroke but just enough to let him know
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that she could still turn this reverse foot worship session into
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wholesale tickle-torture if she decided to. David sighed in
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ecstasy. He could hardly believe it was real! Here he was
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having his own foot serviced by his mistress! He wanted to pinch
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himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming, but he couldn't with his
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hands tied to the four-poster. Madame Hortense slowly removed
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David's other slipper. "Noooooow," she exclaimed, "let's see
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about this other foot. Hmmmm, it's just as pretty as the other
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one! Let me taste the toes." She took David's right foot into
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her mouth. "Mmmmm, very tasty," she exclaimed. "I didn't know
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you had such tasty toes, slave."
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"Why thank you, Mistress. I'm pleased that you like them,"
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David exclaimed vacantly.
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"Yes, they're very strong and very shapely," she said
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stroking both his feet with her long fingernails. She placed her
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fingers in David's toe crevices and stroked his soles with her
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thumbnails. "Kootchy, kootchy," she cooed. David started
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snickering. "Kootchy, kootchy," his mistress cooed again.
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David's snickerings turned to smirks. "Is mommy's widdle baby
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tickwish on his soles? Hmmmmm?" she cooed teasingly. David
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couldn't hold back his laughter any longer. Madame Hortense
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continued tickling his soles with her thumbnails, the rest of her
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fingers firmly implanted in his toe crevices. All of a sudden,
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David realized that Madame Hortense had suckered him. She had
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only pretended to be submissive, and now she had him right where
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she wanted him--tied helplessly to the four-poster bed. Madame
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Hortense smiled a sly smile. "Now I've got you, you miserable
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little wimp! Did you honestly think I was going to turn
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submissive on you! NO WAY!" She removed her fingers from his
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toe crevices and started tickling him full force on the soles of
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his feet.
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"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" David laughed in spite of
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himself. "Madame Hortense, you're cruel," he said between gales
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of laughter.
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"Oh, I'm a cold, heartless bitch," she admitted, "and you
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LOVE it." She accelerated her tickling, moving to the tops of
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his feet and up his legs. "Such a gullible little slave you
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are," she said tickling him inside his thighs and on his flanks.
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She ripped open his shirt exposing his bare chest. Her eyes
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widened and she thought to herself, "ALL MINE!" and her fingers
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danced over David's stomach and chest. David was beside himself
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with laughter. The bed shook as he bucked and ground against the
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weight of the scarves tied around his hands and feet.
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"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Oh, please, Madame Hortense,
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stop!" he said breathlessly.
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Madame Hortense paid him no mind. She started tickling his
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ears, eyelids, and forehead. David was starting to lose
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consciousness. Madame Hortense danced her fingernails back down
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David's upper torso. When she got to his belly, his body went
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limp. A less sturdy bed than the four-poster would have
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collapsed under David's sagging weight.
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Madame Hortense peeled back David's eyelid, kissed his
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forehead, and patted him gently on the cheek. "Rest now, my
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love," she said gently.
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[ to be continued ] |