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Madame Hortense lay tied to the four-poster bed, drifting in
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and out of consciousness. She awakened to the sensation of her
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eyelids being peeled open and the words "kootchy, kootchy" being
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whispered in her ear. She open her eyes fully to behold her
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erstwhile slave, David standing over her grinning broadly.
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"Hello, Madame Hortense," David said kissing her forehead.
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Madame Hortense eyed him quizzically. "David," she uttered
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weakly, "what have you done to me?"
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"Broken you," he said simply, kissing her forehead once
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more.
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Madame Hortense surveyed her bound condition. "How long
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have I been tied here?" she questioned meekly.
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"Quite some time," David replied. "You've been drifting in
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and out of consciousness and I've been watching you. You look
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so cute when you're tied up?"
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Madame Hortense was speechless. She wanted to voice some
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sort of reprimand to re-establish her power, but the words failed
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her.
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"Kootchy, kootchy," David teased her.
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Madame Hortense laughed faintly in spite of herself. "Oh
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David, stop. Please." she moaned. "You really enjoy torturing
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me, don't you--and after all I've done for you. What an
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ungrateful slave you've turned out to be! Shame on you! Untie
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me at once--or have you further plans to tickle me?"
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"Are you READY for another round of tickling, Mistress?" he
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inquired.
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"If you insist...Master," she sighed. "You know where I
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like it best," she wiggled her toes. "Use the feather."
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David started tickling Madame Hortense's toes with the
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feather. Madame Hortense giggled with glee, her laughter
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increasing as David's tickling of her feet intensified. She
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tossed back her head and cackled loud and long. Receiving tickle
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torture had now become a balm for her, a drug. She begged David
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to continue. "WHEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
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she cackled.
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"Having fun, Mistress?" David inquired.
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"YES, YES, THIS IS ECSTASYYYYYYYY!" she cried. "DON'T
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STOP! TICKLE THE BACKS OF MY LEGS!"
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David moved the feather up Madame Hortense's ankles to the
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backs of her legs and tickled them with a smooth swirling motion.
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"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" she laughed. "DO MY STOMACH NOW! TICKLE
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MY STOMACH!" David tickled her stomach and abdomen. Madame
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Hortense shrieked when the feather found her navel. "EEEEEEEK!
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EEEEEEEK! I'M GOING TO GET YOU FOR THAT, YOU NAUGHTY BOY! UNDO
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MY BRA! TICKLE MY BREASTS!" David did as he was told. Maybe
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Madame Hortense didn't realize it, but this was another area of
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her anatomy that had hitherto been off-limits to David. Madame
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Hortense's breasts were full and voluptuous. David traced
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circles around her nipples with the feather. Madame Hortense was
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hysterical. She was cackling so loudly that David wondered if
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the whole neighborhood could hear her. "Thank God for soundproof
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bedrooms!" he thought. He kept swirling the feather around his
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mistress's breasts and in between them. He was happy to be the
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one GIVING the tickle-torture instead of receiving it, but it
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occurred to him that it was Madame Hortense who had been
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directing just where the tickling was to be administered. "That
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Madame Hortense," he thought to himself, "even in captivity she
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somehow manages to remain dominant. Oh, well, at least I'M not
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the one tied to the four-poster. Don't know how long I can keep
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this up, though. God, she's insatiable! And she thought SHE'D
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created a monster!" Madame Hortense sensed him slowing the pace.
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"Why are you stopping, Master?" she taunted. "Is Mommy's widdle
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baby getting tired? Hmmm?"
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David had to admit he WAS starting to getting tired. His
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arms, hands and fingers ached from tickling his mistress for so
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long.
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"Oooooh!" teased Madame Hortense with raised eyebrows, "so
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Mommy's widdle baby can take it, but he can't dish it out...in
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that case...untie me at once!" and she eyed him sternly. David
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complied and untied his mistress's hands and feet, her limbs
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falling heavily on the bed.
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Madame Hortense heaved a sigh of relief. "My goodness, just
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how long were you planning to KEEP me in that God-awful position!
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My poor limbs will never be the same again...come sit next to me
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on the bed." David hesitated. "I'm not going to tickle you,"
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she assured him, "I just want to talk to you. Please, sit," she
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said gesturing next to herself. Madame Hortense slowly rose to a
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sitting position on the four-poster and David sat down next to
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her. Madame Hortense squeezed his hands tenderly and gazed
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affectionately into his eyes. "You know, David," she said, "I've
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grown rather fond of you over these past five years--even when
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you ARE forgetting to wash the dishes. I'd like you to stay on
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here with me as my tickle slave...if you'll have me for a
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mistress. You do realize that your contract with me is about to
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expire and you'll be free to leave me if you wish, no questions
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asked, no strings attached?"
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"Oh, I could never leave you, Madame Hortense," David said
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gazing dutifully at her. "You've been very good to me these past
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five years and I appreciate all the things you've done for me."
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"Even all the tickling sessions I've subjected you to?"
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"Yes, every one. I wouldn't trade them for anything."
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"Were you surprised when I asked you to change roles with
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me?"
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"Yes, pleasantly so."
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"Well, I am a REASONABLE mistress--despite what you may
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think of me. Actually, I wanted to see if I was secure enough in
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my role as your mistress to allow myself to be dominated. Now
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that I know I am, it opens up whole new vistas for our
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relationship, don't you think so?"
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"Yes, the possibilities certainly are boundless."
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"They certainly are," Madame Hortense agreed, "and I think
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you'll find that I've taken those possibilities into account with
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your new contract." She reached into the night stand drawer and
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drew out a long sheet of paper. "This, my dear slave, is your
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new contract with me. Read it. Think it over. And sign it when
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you're ready."
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David started reading the terms of the contract to himself.
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When he got to the second paragraph, his jaw dropped. "Madame
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Hortense," he exclaimed, "according to this, you relinquish all
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claims to domination over me on weekends and stipulate that on
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Saturdays and Sundays I am to dominate YOU. You further
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stipulate that on those days I may avenge at my discretion any
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and all punishments carried out during the previous week, which I
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deem were wrongfully or unjustly administered!"
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"That is correct," she nodded.
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"But that's incredible!"
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She placed her hand gently on his lips. "You're QUESTIONING
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me again, slave" she admonished him. "Listen to me. I WANT
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things to be that way, do you understand? Even a hard-core
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dominatrix like myself needs a change once in a while. Now, if I
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can live with the terms of the new contract, I see no reason why
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you shouldn't either. You forget, I DREW UP the contract to read
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that way," she reminded him, "therefore it obviously reflects my
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desires."
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David didn't read any further. He was satisfied that his
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mistress was being fair with him and signed his name at the
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bottom--underneath his mistress's. Madame Hortense held David to
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her breast and kissed him profusely on the cheeks. "I'm very
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happy for us," she said hugging him.
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"So am I" he answered.
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Madame Hortense release her embrace and held David's hands
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tightly. "Let's establish some code words for when we've had
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enough tickling for one session," she suggested. "When you're
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tickling me on weekends, you may continue to tickle me as long as
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you like until I repeat to you the words 'no mas'. That will
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mean no further tickling for that session and that you MUST let
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me rest for a full twenty minutes. Is that understood?"
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"Yes, very clearly, mistress," David said, "and my code word
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shall be--"
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"OH NO! There will be no code words for YOU, my slave. I'm
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still the dominant one in this relationship even if I have
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granted you two days a week's grace period. You, my slave, will
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have to endure ALL the tickling I dish out, is that understood?
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I will decide when you've had enough!"
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"Understood, Mistress," said David.
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"It is now 11 P.M.," Madame Hortense said looking at her
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watch. "You have one full hour left before your day off
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is ended." She lay back on the bed, and outstretched her arms
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and legs to David for re-tying. "Use it well," she whispered.
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David reached for the silken scarves and re-tied his
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mistress hand and foot. "I see you prefer using the scarves on
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me," she observed. "Such a gentle Master." David only smiled.
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"Prepare yourself to be tickled, slave!" he commanded.
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"Yes, Master," replied Madame Hortense submissively.
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"I think I'll try something different," he said. "Wait
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here!"
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"Oh, I'm not going anywhere, Master," replied Madame
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Hortense, jiggling her wrists against the scarves. "You've
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already seen to that, haven't you?"
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"Enough talk!" David snapped. "I shall return shortly."
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He disappeared into the mistress bathroom and emerged with a box
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of Q-tips. He then took a bottle of Madame Hortense's favorite
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perfume off the dresser and doused a Q-tip with it. He started
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tickling Madame Hortense's feet with the perfumed Q-tip. The
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soft sensation of cotton mixed with the wetness of her favorite
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perfume on her feet caused Madame Hortense to chuckle. "My, my,
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what an innovative master I have. Why didn't I think of that
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before? I must remember to try this on you sometime."
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"You like?" inquired David increasing the pace.
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"I like, I LIKE!" cackled his mistress.
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"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
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David kept tickling her feet with the perfumed Q-tip. He
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ran it up and down her soles, along her toe joints, inside her
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toe crevices, along her toe tips, and over her metatarsal bones.
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"Oh-oh, it's drying out," he said, and he applied more perfume to
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the Q-tip.
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"Oh no, please, Master" pleaded Madame Hortense, "I can't
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stand anymore."
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"Now, now, my dear slave," David said patronizingly, "you
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must learn to take it like a lady," and he ran the re-moistened
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Q-tip over her toes once more. Madame Hortense was giggling
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senselessly. David had one-upped her. She had never thought of
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this kind of tickle-torture before and it was a blow to her
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vanity to know that her own slave had thought of it before she
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had. She would be sure to use it on him at some later time, to
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be sure, but for now she was too busy enjoying the sensation of
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her own perfume being applied to her feet with a Q-tip. David
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wet the Q-tip again and trailed up her legs to her navel. He
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tickled her navel with gentle poking.
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"EEK! EEK!" squealed Madame Hortense. "YOU NAUGHTY BOY!"
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"Kindly address me as your master, slave," David admonished
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her.
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"Yes, master," Madame Hortense replied, her voice almost
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child-like.
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David kept poking her gently in the navel with the Q-tip,
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causing Madame Hortense to squeal with each poke. "I'm tired of
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your noise," he said, "you must be silenced!" He reached inside
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the night stand drawer, drew out the ball gag and placed it over
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Madame Hortense's mouth. "Now let's see how much you laugh,
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slave," he spat contemptuously.
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"Mmmph, mmmph," uttered Madame Hortense.
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David continued poking her navel amid his mistress's grunts
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through the gag. He traced a slow circle around her navel and
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trailed upward to her nipples. "Time for more perfume, and a
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fresh Q-tip," he said.
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"Mmmph! Mmmph! Mmmmmmmph!" cried Madame Hortense through
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the gag.
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David wet a fresh Q-tip. "I think I'll 'swab' the deck like
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a good sailor," he said, and he swirled the wet Q-tip around
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Madame Hortense's nipples. "Ooh la la, Madame, your perfume is
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exquisite," he teased in a French accent continuing his tickling
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of her nipples. He traced all around Madame Hortense's breasts
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amid her muffled laughter from behind the gag. He trailed the Q-
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tip under her armpits. Madame Hortense was beside herself with
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subdued laughter. She wanted to cut loose but the gag wouldn't
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let her. David made a trail up her shoulders and under her chin.
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Next to her feet, Madame Hortense's chin was the most ticklish
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spot on her body and he tickled her relentlessly. Madame
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Hortense squealed uncontrollably her teeth digging into the ball
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portion of the gag. David then re-moistened the Q-tip. "Women
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love to put perfume...behind the ears," he grinned.
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"MMMMPH! MMMMMPH! MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH!" she utter wildly.
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David applied the Q-tip behind Madame Hortense's ears. The
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gentle, wet sensation caused the lady to go absolutely wild. She
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grunted, groaned and bucked wildly as David tickled her ears.
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She desperately needed to laugh out loud. All of a sudden a look
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of desperation crossed her face, and David could sense panic in
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her eyes. "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH! MMMMMMMMMMMMMPH!" she
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uttered, twitching like a corpse in its death throes.
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"No mas?" inquired David.
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"MMMMPH! MMMMPH! MMMMMPH! MMMMMMMPH!" she nodded wildly.
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David undid the scarves and ungagged her, whereupon all that
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pent-up laughter she had been storing came out full force.
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"HA HAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA!" she laughed
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uncontrollably.
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She doubled over into a fetal position and continued laughing
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herself silly.
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"How are you feeling, Madame Hortense?" David taunted her.
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Madame Hortense couldn't stop laughing. Her sides, stomach and
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abdomen ached, tears were running down her cheeks, but she had to
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get all that laughter out of her system. David had really turned
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the tables on her this time. Not only had he tickle-tortured
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her, but by gagging her had also deprived her of the ability to
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laugh, thus adding insult to injury. Madame Hortense's laughter
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finally subsided and she felt like a human being again. David
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put his hand on her shoulder.
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"Don't touch me, you bastard!" she said icily and she
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wheeled from the fetal position onto her back, eyes glaring at
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David. David knew that look. The old Madame Hortense was BACK!
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Madame Hortense looked at her watch. "It is now past
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midnight," she announced. "Your day off has now officially
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ended. You are now once again my slave."
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"Yes, mistress," David said simply.
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Madame Hortense slowly smiled and shook her finger at him.
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"You are good! You are VERY good!"
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"I learned from the best," he replied.
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"Why thank you," she said and kissed his cheek. "Fetch the
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wine glasses, love, and a bottle of the best."
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David got two wine glasses from the wet bar and a bottle of
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chablis.
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"You may decant the wine now, slave," his mistress bade.
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"Are we celebrating something, Madame Hortense?" David
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inquired pouring the wine.
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"Yes," Madame Hortense replied, clicking glasses with him.
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"Here's to five more glorious years."
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They drank their toast, tossed their glasses aside and
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embraced.
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"Don't forget the dishes tomorrow, slave," Madame Hortense
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reminded him with a smile. "I want us to start off our new
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contract period off on the right foot."
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"Yes, mistress," David nodded stroking her right foot, "I'll
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see
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you in the morning," and he turned to go back to his dungeon
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quarters.
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"I don't recall dismissing you," called Madame Hortense.
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"You know better than to leave my presence without permission.
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Besides, you're sleeping here with ME tonight."
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[ to be continued ]
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