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Madame Hortense surveyed the limp, lifeless body draped
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across her lap. She raised David's wrist high in the air and
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watched as his hand fell listlessly at his side when she released
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it. She lifted one of David eyelids. "Hello, this is Madame
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Hortense," she called softly, "can David come out and play?"
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When there was no response, she peeled back David's other eyelid
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calling, "Earth to David, Earth to David, come out, come out
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wherever you are." When David again failed to respond, she
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tickled his foot. David emitted a soft giggle. "THERE you are!"
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she exclaimed. "For a moment I thought I'd lost you. How are
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you? Did you enjoy your tickling session?"
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"Yes, Mistress," he uttered softly, "may I please have
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another?"
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"I'll tickle you again later," she assured him. "You still
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have one coming for disobeying my orders not to whistle while you
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wash dishes, but for now you have another matter facing you."
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"What can that be, Mistress?" David inquired.
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"All that splashing you did in there has gotten soap scum
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all over me, and all over my precious leather outfit. Just look
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at me! Why there's soap scum all over my leather blouse and
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slacks, and even on my precious leather boots! I want you to get
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down on your knees and lick that soap scum off my boots right
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now, buster!"
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David complied, and knelt to kiss his mistress's boots. He
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extended his tongue and applied it to her precious footwear.
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"Lick my boots good, slave," she bade, "I want you to get all
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that soap scum off my boots...that's a good slave...obey your
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mistress...lick my boots clean...you be a good little slavie-boy
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and Mommy will let you sample her toes...that's right, Mommy
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knows how much you love to kiss her feet...but first you must
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clean Mommy's boots." David licked the heel of Madame Hortense's
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right boot and worked his way forward to the toe. "Lick the
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uppers, darling," his mistress bade. David complied, and licked
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his mistress's right boot all the way up to the hip. "Lick my
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other boot now, slave," she bade him. "Start at the hip, and
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lick down to the toe." David complied eagerly, hoping his
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mistress would be pleased, and allow him to lick her bare feet.
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"That's a good slave," she encouraged him, "that's a VERY good
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slave. I knew I could count on you to please me...that's why I'm
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so fond of you...oh, you missed a spot, you're not getting all
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the soap scum off...I told you I want all that soap scum off my
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boots, do you understand? Otherwise I'll have to tickle you
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again...and you wouldn't want THAT, would you?" Madame Hortense
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smiled knowingly. "Thaat's better...that's much much
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better...you're a good slave, David, you just need to have more
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training...keeep licking...that's good...I give you permission to
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remove my boots...slowly, David, slowly."
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David started slowly removing Madame Hortense's boots, first
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the left boot and then the right one. He knelt to plant a kiss
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on his mistress's toe.
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"Did I give you permission to kiss my toes?" Madame
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Hortense inquired.
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"No ma'am," David answered simply.
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"Then why did you do it?" his mistress scolded, and she
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tickled David's sides with her long fingernails. David jumped
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sky-high. "That's just to remind you, slave, that you don't
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proceed to do ANYTHING without my permission. Have you forgotten
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EVERYTHING I've taught you?"
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"No, ma'am," David replied.
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"No, MISTRESS!" Madame Hortense corrected him.
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"No, Mistress," David repeated.
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"Do you suppose you can remember to wait for my permission
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before you just go ahead and do things?" she lectured him.
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"Yes, Mistress."
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"Good. In that case, I give you permission to lick my toes
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only...my toes ONLY."
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David proceeded to licked Madame Hortense's toes. "Top and
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bottom, dear," she exhorted him. "Lick aaall the way across the
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tops and aaall the way across the bottoms...very GOOD, David, you
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learn so quickly...now I want you to lick between my
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toes...between my toes...get your tongue inside each nook and
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cranny and lick it good...Do my toes still taste salty?"
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"Yes, Madame Hortense."
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"Tangy and delicious?"
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"Yes, Madame Hortense. Very tangy and delicious."
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"Don't talk with your mouth full, love...now I want you suck
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aaall my toes...suck aaall my toes...as many as you can fit in
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your mouth at one time...mmmmmm, very nice...ah ah ah, you're
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starting to tickle me...you know that's not allowed on
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weekdays...I'll assess you another hour of tickle time if you
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keep that up...thaat's better...just a nice, soft suck...mmmm, I
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may have you keep this up all day...would you like that?"
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"Yes, Mistress," David replied eagerly.
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"Are you enjoying sucking my toes?"
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"Yes, very much, Madame Hortense."
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"Do you suppose that you can fit a couple more toes into
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your big mouth? I'll give you next Monday off if you can fit all
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ten of my toes into your mouth and hold them there."
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The prospect of three straight days of freedom brought a
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rush to David's head. He eagerly contorted his mouth to try to
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accommodate all ten of his mistress's toes. He held his
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mistress's feet in his hands and tried to push her sacred digits
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into his mouth from several different angles. He finally managed
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to get all but the smallest toe on her left foot inserted into
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his mouth. He tried to push the stubborn digit in, but it just
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wouldn't go. Madame Hortense was laughing softly (at her slave's
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plight, NOT from being tickled). Finally after several minutes
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of oral push-ups he managed to get it in. It slipped out
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almost immediately. "Aaaw, too bad," his mistress pouted, "you
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don't get Monday off. But, for your consolation prize, I give
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you permission to kiss and lick all other portions of my feet.
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So have at them, and enjoy yourself."
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David proceeded to smother his mistress's feet with kisses.
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He planted kisses all up and down Madame Hortense's feet. He
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kissed the tips of her toes, her metatarsal bones, her insteps
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and her ankles. He kissed the heels of her shapely feet and then
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paid homage to her soles. "It seems I have an eager foot slave
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in toe," Madame Hortense mused, "I can feel it in my sole."
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"Just staying instep with the times, Mistress," David
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responded.
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"Oho! A slave with a sense of humor," Madame Hortense
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exclaimed softly. "Let's go upstairs to the Mistress Bedroom."
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"Shall I put your boots back on your feet, Madame Hortense?"
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David asked.
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"Oh, just leave them there," she said with a wave of her
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hand. "I'll go barefoot. Follow me."
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Madame Hortense led the way upstairs to the Mistress
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Bedroom. David followed three steps behind her, his eyes firmly
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riveted on her shapely feet. The subdued thump, thump, thump of
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her feet on the stairs was bringing a rush to David's head. This
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was another milestone. Madame Hortense would never have before
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DREAMED of walking barefoot through the house. She used the
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clump, clump, clump of her boots to intimidate David and as a
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reminder that she was always there--and knew what he was
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thinking. When they got to the Mistress Bedroom, Madame Hortense
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motioned towards the bed. "Have a seat, slave." she exhorted.
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David sat down on the bed. Madame Hortense lay down on the bed
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with her shapely bare feet propped up in David's lap. "See my
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pretty feet?" she inquired wiggling her toes.
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"Yes, Mistress, they're lovely," replied the mesmerized
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David.
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"Take them in your hands now and study them...scrutinize
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them...observe them. I want you to become thoroughly familiar
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with my feet. You're going to be seeing a lot of them in the
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future...yes, I thought that would please you. I want you to
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memorize every detail, every nook and cranny. There may come a
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time in the future when I'll command you to kiss or lick a very
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specific location on my feet, and failure to pay homage to that
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exact spot may result in an extended tickling session for you.
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Do you understand?"
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"Yes, Mistress, I understand," replied the entranced David.
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He held Madame Hortense's feet reverently in his hands. He could
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scarcely believe he was actually holding the objects of his
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heart's desire right in the palms of his hands. He had reached
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nirvana. He observed the long, shapely, unpainted toes, the
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texture of the skin, the pronounced arch, the feet so shapely
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and beautiful. He planted a kiss on her arch in adoration.
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Madame Hortense eyed him sternly.
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"Didn't I just finish lecturing you about proceeding without
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my permission?"
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"I'm sorry, Mistress," he uttered abjectly, shaken from his
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reverie.
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"That's all right," his mistress reassured him, "You have
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my permission to do whatever it takes for you to become
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thoroughly familiar with my feet. BUT NO TICKLING!"
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David caressed his mistress's precious peds. He massaged
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her toes and arches deeply to get a real feel for the contours of
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her feet.
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"I seem to be getting a nice foot massage out of this deal,"
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Madame Hortense said with a vacant smile.
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"Am I pleasing you, Mistress?" David inquired.
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"Just carry on, David," said Madame Hortense lying back on
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the pillow closing her eyes, enjoying the deep massage her feet
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were getting as her slave went about doing his homework,
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"just...carry on...I'm going to take a little nap while you
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massage my feet, love...keeep studying...I'm going to give you a
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test...when I awaken."
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[ to be continued ]
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