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165 lines
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Madame Hortense continued tickling David's feet with her
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fingernails under the hot soapy water. David was giggling,
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kicking his feet wildly and in the process splashing Madame
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Hortense in the face with water.
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"Melt, wicked witch," David giggled.
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"That's another hour's worth of tickling for you, my
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pretty," Madame Hortense cackled totally unfazed by the soapy
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water in her face, and she continued tickling David's feet. The
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more David kicked, the harder she tickled him. "I don't care how
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much you splash me, my pretty," she cackled. "The more you
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splash me, the longer I'll tickle you...AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" David
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kept kicking and Madame Hortense kept tickling his feet. "Are
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you having fun, my pretty," cackled Madame Hortense, "I'll keep
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this up foreverrrrrr. You're a naughty boy for spotting up my
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pretty dishes. If you do it again, I'll give you a spanking?"
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"Oh, no, please," David giggled.
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"Yes, yes," cackled Madame Hortense, "I'll give you a
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spanking AND a tickling, AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
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"Madame Hortense, you're cruel," David exclaimed, half
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giggling half crying.
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"Yes, yes," she said with that same sinister cackle, "I'm a
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wicked witch and I love to torture you. Take that, you naughty
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slave!" and she accelerated the pace of her tickling. David
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continued kicking wildly, splattering Madame Hortense with the
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water. Madame Hortense grabbed David's ankles with one hand and
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continued tickling him with the other. "Keep your feet still, my
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pretty, or I'll break them," she threatened.
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"I can't," David cried, "you're tickling me too much."
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"If you don't stop splashing me, I'll add another hour onto
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your punishment," threatened Madame Hortense.
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"Madame Hortense, pleeeeease," pleaded David.
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"Do you think you've had enough?" she inquired.
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"Yes, yes!" David pleaded.
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"Well, I don't!" retorted Madame Hortense. "But I do think
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your feet have had enough WET torture. Let's dry them off
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now...and continue your punishment in the living room."
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"No! No! N--"
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David never finished his sentence. Madame Hortense's
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fingers digging into his pressure points had rendered him
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unconscious. She lifted his feet out of the water and started
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drying them of with a towel taking special care to clean between
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his toes. Then she scooped his limp form into her arms, and
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carried him into the living room. She sat down on the sofa with
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David's limp body sprawled across her lap. She patted his cheeks
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to rouse him. "Wake up, my pretty," she sang. "I, Madame
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Hortense command you to awaken." David opened his eyes and
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beheld himself sprawled across his mistress's lap. He tried to
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get up but Madame Hortense pushed him back down onto her lap.
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"Oh, don't try to run away, I'll just assess you another
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hour of tickle-torture if you do," she warned
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"Madame Hortense, please," David cried.
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"Oh, be quiet and take your punishment like a man!" she
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snapped. "You've still got an hour's worth of tickle-torture
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left to endure. Do you want to up the ante?"
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"Oh, no! Please, no!" he begged.
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"Then I suggest you be quiet and cooperate, young man. The
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sooner you submit and cooperate, the sooner this will all be
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over. Open your shirt now, and submit your chest to me." David
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opened his shirt obediently and lay back in his mistress's lap.
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Madame Hortense proceeded to tickle David's stomach with one hand
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and his feet with the other, a double dose of tickle-torture.
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David was beside himself with laughter as his mistress danced one
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set of her long fingernails over his stomach, while the other
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tripped the Light Fantastic over his toes.
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"Are you comfortable, slave?" she asked sincerely.
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"Yes," David giggled softly, "you're fingers feel
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marvelous."
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"Do you like to be tickled?" his mistress inquired.
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"Yes, mistress," he giggled under the weight of her dancing
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fingers.
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"How much do you like to be tickled?"
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"Very much, mistress."
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"And who do you want to tickle you?
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"Only you, mistress."
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"Do you promise never to use generic dishwashing liquid on
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my dishes again?"
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"Yes, mistress."
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"And what's going to happen to you if you do?"
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"You'll tickle me, mistress."
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"And where will I tickle you? Identify those places...and
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I'll tickle you there now."
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"My feet...my toes...my legs...my thighs...my stomach..."
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"And where else will I tickle you ?"
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"My nipples...my armpits...my chin...my cheeks...my ears..."
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Madame Hortense hadn't missed a beat. As David named the
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places where she liked to tickle him, Madame Hortense tickled him
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exactly there. David was out of control with giggles. Madame
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Hortense's techniques were excruciatingly exquisite. His stomach
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ached from being tickled and from laughing. He could still feel
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the tingling sensation in his soles long after Madame Hortense's
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fingers had left them. His ears, nipples, and armpits tingled
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with excitement.
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"Do you think you've had enough punishment, slave?" Madame
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Hortense inquired.
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"Oh, no, mistress," David pleaded.
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"Really?!" she exclaimed in mock surprise. "Why I could
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have sworn you wanted me to stop twenty minutes ago."
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"Please, mistress, may I have more punishment?"
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"What have you done to deserve more punishment?"
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"I have used generic dishwashing liquid on your precious
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dishes and I deserved to be punished severely."
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"What?! Generic liquids on my dishes?! Why you naughty
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slave," she exclaimed in mock astonishment, "of course, I'll
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punish you." And she danced her magic fingers all up and down
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David's body. The pleasure/torture of her tickling made David
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tingle from head to toe. He wanted this agony/ecstasy to last
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forever. He sighed deeply and his eyes rolled back into his head
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as he surrendered himself to Madame Hortense's titillating
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ministerings. His body was practically numb now, but he could
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still feel the sensations in his mind. He closed his eyes and
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allowed himself to be tickled into oblivion. He wasn't even
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aware of the fact that he had lost consciousness ten minutes ago.
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