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Madame Hortense carried David's naked, unconscious body into the bedroom and flopped it onto the bed. Her strong fingers pushing against his pressure points had put him out like a light. She raised David's arm in the air and let it go. It flopped at his side like a wet rag. David was Madame Hortense's slave, and he had displeased her by not having done the dishes by the time she had come home from work. This was the third time this week this had happened so she was compelled to render him unconscious and tie his wretched body naked to the big four poster in the Master (Mistress) bedroom. She peeled back David's eyelids and then slapped him across the face. "Wake up, you lazy bastard!" Madame Hortense snapped. This is the third time this week you have failed to do the dishes and now you must be punished!" "Oh please, Madame Hortense, I forgot about the dishes. I was so busy trying to clean the rest of the house that I didn't have time to do them," David whined. "Shut up!" she shouted. "Your just a lazy, good-for-nothing son-of-a-bitch and you have to be taught a lesson!" Madame Hortense opened a drawer in the bedside table and pulled out a long feathered plume, stroking it menacingly. "Please, Mistress," David exclaimed, "please don't tickle me. You know I can't stand it when you tickle me." "Well, that's just too bad, you disobedient twit," she said ignoring his pleas. "This is what happens to slaves who disobey." She ran the feathered plum over David's stomach. He tried to stifle a laugh, but it was no use. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Oh please, stop. I can't stand it," he managed to say between giggles. But Madame Hortense paid him no mind and continued her tickling. She ran the feather under David's arms, under his nose, and across his forehead. "HAHAHAHAHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Oh, Mistress. M-m-mad-d-d-am H-h-hort-t-t-ense. Pleeeeeease!" She ran the feather back down David's chest tracing circles as she went. David's laughter kept up. "HOHOHOHOHOHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHEHEHEHEEHEHEEEEEEEEEEEEAIAIAI! I can't take anymore!" "Shut up, you wimp and take it like a man!" she snapped back. The feather was crossing David's stomach now and inching its way to his lower body. He bucked and jerked against the restraints of the ropes, his body all a-tingle from the tickling his mistress was giving him. She ran the feather down his leg tickling him inside his thighs. "AH AH AH AH AH AHAAAAAAAAA!" he exclaimed breathlessly trying not to pass out. She ran the feather down David's ankles in titillating circular motions and finally came to rest at David's feet. "Now for the grand finale," she said slyly. "I know you just love it when I tickle your feet." "No please, not my feet, pleeeease! I promise I'll remember to do the dishes tomorrow if you just don't tickle my feet." "Promises, promises," Madame Hortense exclaimed, and she ran the dreaded plume over David's soles. He tried to jerk his feet away but she had tied his ankles to tightly to allow that. David's mind screamed inside his head. He was so out of breath he could barely laugh out loud. "Ha...ha...ha," he laughed weakly. Madame Hortense intensified her tickling of David's feet, running the feather over his toes and back down to his heels, then in between his toes and over his insteps. "AAAAAAAAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA!" he laughed getting his second wind. "Oh Madame Hortense, pleeease don't stop. I love it when you tickle my feet!" "Starting to enjoy it, are we?" his mistress cooed. "Oh yes pleeease, kind mistress," he cried eagerly. "Well in that case, I think I'll something different," and with that, Madame Hortense put down the feather and raked her long red fingernails over David's toes. "HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! Oh--Madame-- Hortense--HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I--HAHAHHA--love it-HEHEHAHAHAHA! Please--don't--stop--HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!" "Well, I think you've had enough punishment for today, young man," said the mistress. "Just you remember the dishes tomorrow or else I'll have to punish you again."
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David stood over the sink in Madame Hortense's kitchen doing the dishes. He remembered his mistress's warning from the previous day and did not wish to endure another tickling session. As he stood washing plate after plate, David's mind drifted to his mistress's feet. David had never seen Madame Hortense's feet--she wouldn't allow it. "She always wears the those blasted leather boots," he thought. Oh, she would allow him to lick the heel of those boots as an alternative to tickling him on days when she was feeling merciful, but once when David had tried to remove her boots, Madame Hortense had jerked her foot away, kicking David under chin in the process. "Don't you DARE EVER try that again!" she had warned, "If you do, I'll tickle you for twenty-four hours straight! And don't think for a moment that I'm joking!" Could it be that his mistress's feet were as ticklish as his? Where else was she ticklish, he wondered. He had to find out. The sound of a key turning at the front door startled David out of his reverie. Madame Hortense was home! "Good evening, Mistress," David called. Madame Hortense tossed her head disdainfully and strode to the kitchen. "I see you remembered the dishes today," she said sharply. "Yes, Mistress." "I'm going upstairs to lie down for a bit. And don't you dare even THINK about disturbing me. Is that clear, slave?" "Yes, very clear, ma'am," David sighed, and he turned to finish the dishes. In the distance he could hear the clump, clump, clump of Madame Hortense's black leather boots on the stairs. He tried to visualize her feet encased in those boots feet he had never been allowed to see. And then he went back to doing the dishes.
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When he had finished with the dishes, David went to his quarters in the dungeon and sat on his cot. He daydreamed of turning the tables on Madame Hortense and tickling her for a change. HE would tie HER to the four-poster for a change and have his way with her. But he DARE not cross his mistress. Madame Hortense could be very cruel and vindictive when crossed and David dare not risk it. But still, the thought of his mistress lying asleep upstairs and totally unaware of what he was thinking would not leave him. He had to at least get a look at Madame Hortense's feet! The feet he longed to worship! The feet he longed to tickle!
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David slowly crept upstairs to Madame Hortense's chambers. His mistress lie asleep on her stomach on the four-poster bed. She was deep in slumber and David could hear her snoring from the time he reached the first landing of the stairwell. David surveyed his mistress in her black leather outfit, the menacing leather blouse and those tight-fitting leather slacks. The leather boots were still on her feet. David's heart trembled. Did he dare attempt to remove those boots. He knew Madame Hortense would be furious when she awoke and would subject him to another of her infamous tickling marathons. But David's curiosity got the better of him and he slowly, gently attempted to remove the boot from Madame Hortense's left foot. Madame Hortense emitted a broken snore and moved her left leg slightly. For one frightening moment David thought he had awakened her, but his mistress only stirred slightly, and the drone of her loud snoring continued. "She sure is a sound sleeper," David thought, "thank God!" David slid the boot off the rest of the way--and gazed down at the specter of Madame Hortense's shapely, left foot. He noticed the sculptured shape, the long unpolished toenails. He dared to plant a kiss upon her heel. Madame Hortense stirred slightly, but still slept. He thought he'd chance the right boot now. Slowly, slowly, David removed his mistress's other boot. Again Madame Hortense stirred in her sleep but did not wake. David now survey his mistress's right foot, even more shapely than the other. He planted a kiss to pay his homage. He gazed almost trance-like at those gorgeous peds. He would gladly pay homage to them hourly if only Madame Hortense would let him. But then his mind suddenly reverted to his original intent. "I came to tickle Madame Hortense's feet, not to worship them," he thought slyly.
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David steeled his courage. There was no turning back now. Madame Hortense was still deep in slumber snoring decibels. He slowly reached inside the beside table drawer for the long feather. Stroking it in his hands. He sauntered around to the foot of the bed where Madame Hortense's exposed bare feet were just waiting for him. He ran the feather up the sole of her left foot slowly. Madame Hortense moaned incoherently. David moved the feather slowly down Madame Hortense's foot. She snickered in her sleep. David got a little bolder and stroked Madame Hortense's foot up and down repeatedly with the feather. She was starting to awaken from her slumber but was still not totally aware of what was happening. David now started tickling her right foot with the feather. Madame Hortense was fully awake now and furious. All of a sudden David realized that in his enthusiasm he had forgotten to tie his mistress to the bedpost. Fear engulfed him as Madame Hortense, fully conscious and in complete control of her faculties lunged at her disobedient slave. David tried to run, but Madame Hortense was to quick for him despite her size. She tackled him like Frig Perry going after John Elway and had him on the floor helpless. Her fingers danced over his ribs. "HAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA!" he cackled helplessly. "You disobedient little twit, I told you not to disturb me! This is what happens to insubordinate slaves!" she bellowed tickling his sides with her strong fingers. David was laughing uncontrollably. He knew that if he could get at his mistress's feet he could take advantage of her. But how could he reach them with her on top of him tickling him senseless. This was a good time to see if Madame Hortense had any other ticklish spots, and so in desperation, with his last ounce of strength, David reach out for his mistress's stomach and started a tickling motion. Madame Hortense burst into gales of uncontrollable laughter. She rolled over on her back and David was quickly on top of her. "HOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!" she laughed in spite of herself, her laughter filling the house. David had her now. He reached down and ran his fingers over his mistress's ticklish soles. "HOHOHOAHAOHAOHOAHAAA!" she snickered, "You little twit, I'll get you for this! I'm going to give you the tickling of you life when I get my hands on you! Now stop it! Stop it now!" But David wouldn't stop. He tickled Madame Hortense's soles, then her insteps, toes and heels. Madame Hortense was weak from exhaustion. The one mighty mistress had been humbled by her slave. She heaved broken gales of laughter, furious that her slave had discovered her weakness, but to weak to fight back. David took Madame Hortense's left foot in his hand and kissed it. "You have such beautiful feet, mistress. Why do you hide them in those boots?" Madame Hortense uttered a few incoherent phrase on the order of "it's not your place to ask, slave" as David continued kissing her foot. He kissed the sole, the instep, the heel, and finally took her big toe into his mouth and sucked it slowly. Madame Hortense moaned in pleasure in spite of herself, she was still furious at David but for now was enjoying the homage he was paying to her feet. Perhaps she would incorporate this into his punishment sessions from now on. David sucked each one of his mistress's toes and then picked up her other foot and gazed at it reverently. "Are you enjoying kissing my feet, slave?" she asked inquisitively. "Yes, mistress," he replied. "It's a pleasure I've yearned for." "Well stop talking about it tend to my other foot!" she snapped, slowly regaining her composure and control. "Or would you rather suffer another tickling session under the weight of the feather?" David took her right foot into his lips and kissed it tenderly from toes to heel. Madame Hortense moaned in pleasure and the remnant of a smile even crossed her face. "Suck my toes, slave," she cooed. "Let me see what you're made of." David took his mistress's toes into his mouth and sucked tenderly. "That's a good little slave," she cooed. "I'll let this be your punishment for waking me. You be a good little slave and I might ALLOW you to tickle me when I'm one of my more generous moods. But if you EVER try another stunt like this, I'll subject you to the loooongest tickling session you've ever had. Is that understood?" "Yes mistress," he said, and he continued sucking her toes.
***
David sat in the living room reading the morning paper. Madame Hortense had given him the day off from his usual household chores for good behavior and he had taken the opportunity to catch up on the day's news and sports. All of a sudden he heard a loud flap, flap, flap on the stairwell. He turned to see Madame Hortense descending the stairs. David could hardly believe his eyes! Since she had given HIM the day off, Madame Hortense had decided that SHE would take the day off from wearing her usual leather outfit and dress casually for a change. David observed her descending the stairs dressed in an oversized denim shirt and jeans, but the sight of what she wore on her feet almost made David's eyes bug out. On her feet Madame Hortense was wearing a pair of brown water buffalo sandals. The sight of his mistress's willfully exposed feet brought a rush to David's head. "Good morning, slave," she demurred. "Good morning, mistress," he replied. He was going to make a comment about her feet, but decided to hold his tongue--not wanting to say anything that MIGHT offend his mistress and cause her to cancel his day off. "Since you admire my feet so much, I've decided to give you a little treat. I'm going to be wearing these sandals all day long, so you may admire my feet as much as you like today." "Oh, THANK you, mistress!" he said scarcely believing his good fortune. "But remember, dear slave", she cautioned, "my feet are sacred objects. And sacred objects are meant to be worshipped. You may begin your worship NOW!" and she raised one foot to David's lips for kissing. David kissed the toes of Madame Hortense's outstretched sandaled foot. "This position is uncomfortable for me!" she exclaimed. "I am the mistress here! Get up and relinquish your seat!" David slowly rose, laying aside his newspaper, and Madame Hortense displaced him in the big easy chair. "Now, slave," she bade, "kneel and continue your worship." David knelt before his mistress and continued kissing her feet. The scent of the water buffalo hide blended with the gamy aroma of Madame Hortense's feet was intoxicating to him. Madame Hortense, for her part, leaned back in her chair and enjoyed the sensations of her slave's lips upon her feet. "Remove my sandals, slave," she said, "and lick the bottoms of my feet." David gently removed Madame Hortense's sandals and proceeded to apply his tongue to her soles. He licked Madame Hortense's soles from toes to heels and back again inhaling deeply of the bouquet of luscious feminine feet and water buffalo hide. "Lick between my toes, slave," she bade softly. "Make sure you get between each and every toe...that's a good slave...mmmmmmmmmmmmm, you do that so nicely." She was caught up in the ecstasy of David's gentle attentions to her feet. She sighed softly, and moaned with pleasure. Her eyes rolled back and she stared vacantly at the ceiling. David's tongue now moved to the tops of her feet and darted between each toe up to his mistress's ankles. "Ooooh, David," she cooed, "you're doing such a good job today." "I'm glad you're pleased, mistress," he said. In all his years of service to her, this was the first time Madame Hortense had ever called him by name. "Place my sandals back on my feet, love," she cooed, "and come upstairs with me."
***
They ascended the stairs together, David in his slippers and Madame Hortense with her sandals going flap, flap, flap. Of course David stayed two steps below his mistress out of respect. When they reached the top of the stairs, Madame Hortense took her slave by the hand and led him into the Mistress Bedroom. David was puzzled. "Madame Hortense, whatever can you be thinking?" he inquired. Madame Hortense pushed him down onto the bed. "Don't ask questions! It's not your place to question me!" she snapped. She reached inside the night stand beside the bed and retrieved some silk scarves. She tied David's hand and feet to the big four-poster. "Madame Hortense, have I done something to offend you?" David asked pleadingly. Madame Hortense slapped him across the face. "Stop asking me questions, or I'll cancel your day off!" she snapped. "You've already spoiled the GOOD mood I was in, so don't do ANYTHING else to upset me the rest of the day, do you understand me? SLAVE!" "Yes, Mistress," he replied weakly. Madame Hortense pushed one sandaled foot into David's face tauntingly. "Do you like my sandals?" she taunted. "Yes, Mistress," David said, his mouth watering. "They look so lovely on your feet," "And did you enjoy worshipping my feet this morning? Hmmmm?" she cooed teasingly. "Yes, yes, Mistress," David replied breathlessly and he extended his tongue to his Mistress's toe. Madame Hortense pulled her foot away abruptly. David's heart sank. Why was she torturing him this way? Madame Hortense walked around the side of the bed, chin in hand, surveying her captive slave. David's eyes never left her feet as she walked to the foot of the bed. Madame Hortense stood at the foot of the bed, chin in hand, cocking her head from side to side emitting an occasional "Hmmmm, hmmmm." She stood looking at David for what seemed to him to be an eternity. A broad smile crossed her face as she knelt and slowly removed the slipper from David's left foot. David gulped. He knew the worst was coming. Madame Hortense held David's foot in her hand and examined it from various angles, almost as if seeing it for the first time. "My, my, what a pretty foot we have here!" she exclaimed in mock astonishment and she stroked David's foot with one of her long fingernails. David resigned himself to the fact that he was about to be tickled. But his mistress DIDN'T tickle him rather she mused, "I wonder if my little slave likes to RECEIVE as well as give," and she took David's big toe into her mouth and sucked it. "Since you did such a good job on my feet this morning," she explained, "I've decided to return the favor--just to show you that I'm NOT the cold, heartless bitch you think I am," and she continued her sucking. She darted her tongue into and all around David's toe crevices, sucking his toes from the biggest to the smallest. She stroked David's foot with her long fingernails not a torturing tickle-stroke but just enough to let him know that she could still turn this reverse foot worship session into wholesale tickle-torture if she decided to. David sighed in ecstasy. He could hardly believe it was real! Here he was having his own foot serviced by his mistress! He wanted to pinch himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming, but he couldn't with his hands tied to the four-poster. Madame Hortense slowly removed David's other slipper. "Noooooow," she exclaimed, "let's see about this other foot. Hmmmm, it's just as pretty as the other one! Let me taste the toes." She took David's right foot into her mouth. "Mmmmm, very tasty," she exclaimed. "I didn't know you had such tasty toes, slave." "Why thank you, Mistress. I'm pleased that you like them," David exclaimed vacantly. "Yes, they're very strong and very shapely," she said stroking both his feet with her long fingernails. She placed her fingers in David's toe crevices and stroked his soles with her thumbnails. "Kootchy, kootchy," she cooed. David started snickering. "Kootchy, kootchy," his mistress cooed again. David's snickerings turned to smirks. "Is mommy's widdle baby tickwish on his soles? Hmmmmm?" she cooed teasingly. David couldn't hold back his laughter any longer. Madame Hortense continued tickling his soles with her thumbnails, the rest of her fingers firmly implanted in his toe crevices. All of a sudden, David realized that Madame Hortense had suckered him. She had only pretended to be submissive, and now she had him right where she wanted him--tied helplessly to the four-poster bed. Madame Hortense smiled a sly smile. "Now I've got you, you miserable little wimp! Did you honestly think I was going to turn submissive on you! NO WAY!" She removed her fingers from his toe crevices and started tickling him full force on the soles of his feet. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" David laughed in spite of himself. "Madame Hortense, you're cruel," he said between gales of laughter. "Oh, I'm a cold, heartless bitch," she admitted, "and you LOVE it." She accelerated her tickling, moving to the tops of his feet and up his legs. "Such a gullible little slave you are," she said tickling him inside his thighs and on his flanks. She ripped open his shirt exposing his bare chest. Her eyes widened and she thought to herself, "ALL MINE!" and her fingers danced over David's stomach and chest. David was beside himself with laughter. The bed shook as he bucked and ground against the weight of the scarves tied around his hands and feet. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Oh, please, Madame Hortense, stop!" he said breathlessly. Madame Hortense paid him no mind. She started tickling his ears, eyelids, and forehead. David was starting to lose consciousness. Madame Hortense danced her fingernails back down David's upper torso. When she got to his belly, his body went limp. A less sturdy bed than the four-poster would have collapsed under David's sagging weight. Madame Hortense peeled back David's eyelid, kissed his forehead, and patted him gently on the cheek. "Rest now, my love," she said gently.
***
Madame Hortense surveyed her unconscious slave. He looked so cute tied helplessly to the bed. He had been her slave for almost five years now and she had actually grown quite fond of him. "If he would just remember to do his chores when he's told!" she thought to herself. She really hated to subject him to those torturous tickling sessions, but slaves had to be taught their place. She raised David's head slightly and watched it drop as she released it. She twitched back David's eyelids he was still unconscious. She tweaked his nipples. No response. She pinched David's toe digging her fingernails deep into the flesh, but David was so far gone, he didn't even feel the pinch. She reached into the night stand drawer for the smelling salts and broke them under David's nostrils. David's head jerked back and he started to come around. His poor body was sore, and ached from being tied and tickled for so long. Madame Hortense smiled broadly as David regained consciousness. "Wake up, love," she sang, "you've been asleep. Did you enjoy your little nap?" "Where am I?" David utter groggily. "Oh, you're in your natural habitat," she assured him. David surveyed his bound condition. "Madame Hortense, wha-" "Are you starting to QUESTION me again?" she warned. "I have given you the day off from your chores, but NOT from being tickled," she explained. "You see, my love, being tickled by me is your fate in life--so enjoy," and she tickled him with a flourish. David broke out into a fit of laughter he couldn't help himself. Madame Hortense was right. Being her tickle slave WAS his fate in life. AND HE LOVED EVERY TORTUROUS MOMENT OF IT! Madame Hortense tickled him from head to toe in a flourish, with David laughing uncontrollably. He was starting to get weary and "tickle-tired" from this latest session, and his arms and legs ached from being tied to the four-poster for so long, but he didn't dare tell his mistress. He literally grinned and bore it. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA...HAHAHAHA...HA...HA...HA...Haaaaaaaa," he passed out again. Madame Hortense removed the scarves from around his hands and feet, allowing his limbs to drop heavily on the bed. She kissed his forehead. "I think I'll let your rest...for a while," she said. "Sleep ti-ight."
END OF PART 1 - PART 2 COMING SOON
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David stood over the sink in Madame Hortense's kitchen doing the dishes. He remembered his mistress's warning from the previous day and did not wish to endure another tickling session. As he stood washing plate after plate, David's mind drifted to his mistress's feet. David had never seen Madame Hortense's feet--she wouldn't allow it. "She always wears the those blasted leather boots," he thought. Oh, she would allow him to lick the heel of those boots as an alternative to tickling him on days when she was feeling merciful, but once when David had tried to remove her boots, Madame Hortense had jerked her foot away, kicking David under chin in the process. "Don't you DARE EVER try that again!" she had warned, "If you do, I'll tickle you for twenty-four hours straight! And don't think for a moment that I'm joking!" Could it be that his mistress's feet were as ticklish as his? Where else was she ticklish, he wondered. He had to find out. The sound of a key turning at the front door startled David out of his reverie. Madame Hortense was home! "Good evening, Mistress," David called. Madame Hortense tossed her head disdainfully and strode to the kitchen. "I see you remembered the dishes today," she said sharply. "Yes, Mistress." "I'm going upstairs to lie down for a bit. And don't you dare even THINK about disturbing me. Is that clear, slave?" "Yes, very clear, ma'am," David sighed, and he turned to finish the dishes. In the distance he could hear the clump, clump, clump of Madame Hortense's black leather boots on the stairs. He tried to visualize her feet encased in those boots feet he had never been allowed to see. And then he went back to doing the dishes.
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When he had finished with the dishes, David went to his quarters in the dungeon and sat on his cot. He daydreamed of turning the tables on Madame Hortense and tickling her for a change. HE would tie HER to the four-poster for a change and have his way with her. But he DARE not cross his mistress. Madame Hortense could be very cruel and vindictive when crossed and David dare not risk it. But still, the thought of his mistress lying asleep upstairs and totally unaware of what he was thinking would not leave him. He had to at least get a look at Madame Hortense's feet! The feet he longed to worship! The feet he longed to tickle!
* * *
David slowly crept upstairs to Madame Hortense's chambers. His mistress lie asleep on her stomach on the four-poster bed. She was deep in slumber and David could hear her snoring from the time he reached the first landing of the stairwell. David surveyed his mistress in her black leather outfit, the menacing leather blouse and those tight-fitting leather slacks. The leather boots were still on her feet. David's heart trembled. Did he dare attempt to remove those boots. He knew Madame Hortense would be furious when she awoke and would subject him to another of her infamous tickling marathons. But David's curiosity got the better of him and he slowly, gently attempted to remove the boot from Madame Hortense's left foot. Madame Hortense emitted a broken snore and moved her left leg slightly. For one frightening moment David thought he had awakened her, but his mistress only stirred slightly, and the drone of her loud snoring continued. "She sure is a sound sleeper," David thought, "thank God!" David slid the boot off the rest of the way--and gazed down at the specter of Madame Hortense's shapely, left foot. He noticed the sculptured shape, the long unpolished toenails. He dared to plant a kiss upon her heel. Madame Hortense stirred slightly, but still slept. He thought he'd chance the right boot now. Slowly, slowly, David removed his mistress's other boot. Again Madame Hortense stirred in her sleep but did not wake. David now survey his mistress's right foot, even more shapely than the other. He planted a kiss to pay his homage. He gazed almost trance-like at those gorgeous peds. He would gladly pay homage to them hourly if only Madame Hortense would let him. But then his mind suddenly reverted to his original intent. "I came to tickle Madame Hortense's feet, not to worship them," he thought slyly.
* * *
David steeled his courage. There was no turning back now. Madame Hortense was still deep in slumber snoring decibels. He slowly reached inside the beside table drawer for the long feather. Stroking it in his hands. He sauntered around to the foot of the bed where Madame Hortense's exposed bare feet were just waiting for him. He ran the feather up the sole of her left foot slowly. Madame Hortense moaned incoherently. David moved the feather slowly down Madame Hortense's foot. She snickered in her sleep. David got a little bolder and stroked Madame Hortense's foot up and down repeatedly with the feather. She was starting to awaken from her slumber but was still not totally aware of what was happening. David now started tickling her right foot with the feather. Madame Hortense was fully awake now and furious. All of a sudden David realized that in his enthusiasm he had forgotten to tie his mistress to the bedpost. Fear engulfed him as Madame Hortense, fully conscious and in complete control of her faculties lunged at her disobedient slave. David tried to run, but Madame Hortense was to quick for him despite her size. She tackled him like Frig Perry going after John Elway and had him on the floor helpless. Her fingers danced over his ribs. "HAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA!" he cackled helplessly. "You disobedient little twit, I told you not to disturb me! This is what happens to insubordinate slaves!" she bellowed tickling his sides with her strong fingers. David was laughing uncontrollably. He knew that if he could get at his mistress's feet he could take advantage of her. But how could he reach them with her on top of him tickling him senseless. This was a good time to see if Madame Hortense had any other ticklish spots, and so in desperation, with his last ounce of strength, David reach out for his mistress's stomach and started a tickling motion. Madame Hortense burst into gales of uncontrollable laughter. She rolled over on her back and David was quickly on top of her. "HOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!" she laughed in spite of herself, her laughter filling the house. David had her now. He reached down and ran his fingers over his mistress's ticklish soles. "HOHOHOAHAOHAOHOAHAAA!" she snickered, "You little twit, I'll get you for this! I'm going to give you the tickling of you life when I get my hands on you! Now stop it! Stop it now!" But David wouldn't stop. He tickled Madame Hortense's soles, then her insteps, toes and heels. Madame Hortense was weak from exhaustion. The one mighty mistress had been humbled by her slave. She heaved broken gales of laughter, furious that her slave had discovered her weakness, but to weak to fight back. David took Madame Hortense's left foot in his hand and kissed it. "You have such beautiful feet, mistress. Why do you hide them in those boots?" Madame Hortense uttered a few incoherent phrase on the order of "it's not your place to ask, slave" as David continued kissing her foot. He kissed the sole, the instep, the heel, and finally took her big toe into his mouth and sucked it slowly. Madame Hortense moaned in pleasure in spite of herself, she was still furious at David but for now was enjoying the homage he was paying to her feet. Perhaps she would incorporate this into his punishment sessions from now on. David sucked each one of his mistress's toes and then picked up her other foot and gazed at it reverently. "Are you enjoying kissing my feet, slave?" she asked inquisitively. "Yes, mistress," he replied. "It's a pleasure I've yearned for." "Well stop talking about it tend to my other foot!" she snapped, slowly regaining her composure and control. "Or would you rather suffer another tickling session under the weight of the feather?" David took her right foot into his lips and kissed it tenderly from toes to heel. Madame Hortense moaned in pleasure and the remnant of a smile even crossed her face. "Suck my toes, slave," she cooed. "Let me see what you're made of." David took his mistress's toes into his mouth and sucked tenderly. "That's a good little slave," she cooed. "I'll let this be your punishment for waking me. You be a good little slave and I might ALLOW you to tickle me when I'm one of my more generous moods. But if you EVER try another stunt like this, I'll subject you to the loooongest tickling session you've ever had. Is that understood?" "Yes mistress," he said, and he continued sucking her toes.
***
David sat in the living room reading the morning paper. Madame Hortense had given him the day off from his usual household chores for good behavior and he had taken the opportunity to catch up on the day's news and sports. All of a sudden he heard a loud flap, flap, flap on the stairwell. He turned to see Madame Hortense descending the stairs. David could hardly believe his eyes! Since she had given HIM the day off, Madame Hortense had decided that SHE would take the day off from wearing her usual leather outfit and dress casually for a change. David observed her descending the stairs dressed in an oversized denim shirt and jeans, but the sight of what she wore on her feet almost made David's eyes bug out. On her feet Madame Hortense was wearing a pair of brown water buffalo sandals. The sight of his mistress's willfully exposed feet brought a rush to David's head. "Good morning, slave," she demurred. "Good morning, mistress," he replied. He was going to make a comment about her feet, but decided to hold his tongue--not wanting to say anything that MIGHT offend his mistress and cause her to cancel his day off. "Since you admire my feet so much, I've decided to give you a little treat. I'm going to be wearing these sandals all day long, so you may admire my feet as much as you like today." "Oh, THANK you, mistress!" he said scarcely believing his good fortune. "But remember, dear slave", she cautioned, "my feet are sacred objects. And sacred objects are meant to be worshipped. You may begin your worship NOW!" and she raised one foot to David's lips for kissing. David kissed the toes of Madame Hortense's outstretched sandaled foot. "This position is uncomfortable for me!" she exclaimed. "I am the mistress here! Get up and relinquish your seat!" David slowly rose, laying aside his newspaper, and Madame Hortense displaced him in the big easy chair. "Now, slave," she bade, "kneel and continue your worship." David knelt before his mistress and continued kissing her feet. The scent of the water buffalo hide blended with the gamy aroma of Madame Hortense's feet was intoxicating to him. Madame Hortense, for her part, leaned back in her chair and enjoyed the sensations of her slave's lips upon her feet. "Remove my sandals, slave," she said, "and lick the bottoms of my feet." David gently removed Madame Hortense's sandals and proceeded to apply his tongue to her soles. He licked Madame Hortense's soles from toes to heels and back again inhaling deeply of the bouquet of luscious feminine feet and water buffalo hide. "Lick between my toes, slave," she bade softly. "Make sure you get between each and every toe...that's a good slave...mmmmmmmmmmmmm, you do that so nicely." She was caught up in the ecstasy of David's gentle attentions to her feet. She sighed softly, and moaned with pleasure. Her eyes rolled back and she stared vacantly at the ceiling. David's tongue now moved to the tops of her feet and darted between each toe up to his mistress's ankles. "Ooooh, David," she cooed, "you're doing such a good job today." "I'm glad you're pleased, mistress," he said. In all his years of service to her, this was the first time Madame Hortense had ever called him by name. "Place my sandals back on my feet, love," she cooed, "and come upstairs with me."
***
They ascended the stairs together, David in his slippers and Madame Hortense with her sandals going flap, flap, flap. Of course David stayed two steps below his mistress out of respect. When they reached the top of the stairs, Madame Hortense took her slave by the hand and led him into the Mistress Bedroom. David was puzzled. "Madame Hortense, whatever can you be thinking?" he inquired. Madame Hortense pushed him down onto the bed. "Don't ask questions! It's not your place to question me!" she snapped. She reached inside the night stand beside the bed and retrieved some silk scarves. She tied David's hand and feet to the big four-poster. "Madame Hortense, have I done something to offend you?" David asked pleadingly. Madame Hortense slapped him across the face. "Stop asking me questions, or I'll cancel your day off!" she snapped. "You've already spoiled the GOOD mood I was in, so don't do ANYTHING else to upset me the rest of the day, do you understand me? SLAVE!" "Yes, Mistress," he replied weakly. Madame Hortense pushed one sandaled foot into David's face tauntingly. "Do you like my sandals?" she taunted. "Yes, Mistress," David said, his mouth watering. "They look so lovely on your feet," "And did you enjoy worshipping my feet this morning? Hmmmm?" she cooed teasingly. "Yes, yes, Mistress," David replied breathlessly and he extended his tongue to his Mistress's toe. Madame Hortense pulled her foot away abruptly. David's heart sank. Why was she torturing him this way? Madame Hortense walked around the side of the bed, chin in hand, surveying her captive slave. David's eyes never left her feet as she walked to the foot of the bed. Madame Hortense stood at the foot of the bed, chin in hand, cocking her head from side to side emitting an occasional "Hmmmm, hmmmm." She stood looking at David for what seemed to him to be an eternity. A broad smile crossed her face as she knelt and slowly removed the slipper from David's left foot. David gulped. He knew the worst was coming. Madame Hortense held David's foot in her hand and examined it from various angles, almost as if seeing it for the first time. "My, my, what a pretty foot we have here!" she exclaimed in mock astonishment and she stroked David's foot with one of her long fingernails. David resigned himself to the fact that he was about to be tickled. But his mistress DIDN'T tickle him rather she mused, "I wonder if my little slave likes to RECEIVE as well as give," and she took David's big toe into her mouth and sucked it. "Since you did such a good job on my feet this morning," she explained, "I've decided to return the favor--just to show you that I'm NOT the cold, heartless bitch you think I am," and she continued her sucking. She darted her tongue into and all around David's toe crevices, sucking his toes from the biggest to the smallest. She stroked David's foot with her long fingernails not a torturing tickle-stroke but just enough to let him know that she could still turn this reverse foot worship session into wholesale tickle-torture if she decided to. David sighed in ecstasy. He could hardly believe it was real! Here he was having his own foot serviced by his mistress! He wanted to pinch himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming, but he couldn't with his hands tied to the four-poster. Madame Hortense slowly removed David's other slipper. "Noooooow," she exclaimed, "let's see about this other foot. Hmmmm, it's just as pretty as the other one! Let me taste the toes." She took David's right foot into her mouth. "Mmmmm, very tasty," she exclaimed. "I didn't know you had such tasty toes, slave." "Why thank you, Mistress. I'm pleased that you like them," David exclaimed vacantly. "Yes, they're very strong and very shapely," she said stroking both his feet with her long fingernails. She placed her fingers in David's toe crevices and stroked his soles with her thumbnails. "Kootchy, kootchy," she cooed. David started snickering. "Kootchy, kootchy," his mistress cooed again. David's snickerings turned to smirks. "Is mommy's widdle baby tickwish on his soles? Hmmmmm?" she cooed teasingly. David couldn't hold back his laughter any longer. Madame Hortense continued tickling his soles with her thumbnails, the rest of her fingers firmly implanted in his toe crevices. All of a sudden, David realized that Madame Hortense had suckered him. She had only pretended to be submissive, and now she had him right where she wanted him--tied helplessly to the four-poster bed. Madame Hortense smiled a sly smile. "Now I've got you, you miserable little wimp! Did you honestly think I was going to turn submissive on you! NO WAY!" She removed her fingers from his toe crevices and started tickling him full force on the soles of his feet. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" David laughed in spite of himself. "Madame Hortense, you're cruel," he said between gales of laughter. "Oh, I'm a cold, heartless bitch," she admitted, "and you LOVE it." She accelerated her tickling, moving to the tops of his feet and up his legs. "Such a gullible little slave you are," she said tickling him inside his thighs and on his flanks. She ripped open his shirt exposing his bare chest. Her eyes widened and she thought to herself, "ALL MINE!" and her fingers danced over David's stomach and chest. David was beside himself with laughter. The bed shook as he bucked and ground against the weight of the scarves tied around his hands and feet. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Oh, please, Madame Hortense, stop!" he said breathlessly. Madame Hortense paid him no mind. She started tickling his ears, eyelids, and forehead. David was starting to lose consciousness. Madame Hortense danced her fingernails back down David's upper torso. When she got to his belly, his body went limp. A less sturdy bed than the four-poster would have collapsed under David's sagging weight. Madame Hortense peeled back David's eyelid, kissed his forehead, and patted him gently on the cheek. "Rest now, my love," she said gently.
***
Madame Hortense surveyed her unconscious slave. He looked so cute tied helplessly to the bed. He had been her slave for almost five years now and she had actually grown quite fond of him. "If he would just remember to do his chores when he's told!" she thought to herself. She really hated to subject him to those torturous tickling sessions, but slaves had to be taught their place. She raised David's head slightly and watched it drop as she released it. She twitched back David's eyelids he was still unconscious. She tweaked his nipples. No response. She pinched David's toe digging her fingernails deep into the flesh, but David was so far gone, he didn't even feel the pinch. She reached into the night stand drawer for the smelling salts and broke them under David's nostrils. David's head jerked back and he started to come around. His poor body was sore, and ached from being tied and tickled for so long. Madame Hortense smiled broadly as David regained consciousness. "Wake up, love," she sang, "you've been asleep. Did you enjoy your little nap?" "Where am I?" David utter groggily. "Oh, you're in your natural habitat," she assured him. David surveyed his bound condition. "Madame Hortense, wha-" "Are you starting to QUESTION me again?" she warned. "I have given you the day off from your chores, but NOT from being tickled," she explained. "You see, my love, being tickled by me is your fate in life--so enjoy," and she tickled him with a flourish. David broke out into a fit of laughter he couldn't help himself. Madame Hortense was right. Being her tickle slave WAS his fate in life. AND HE LOVED EVERY TORTUROUS MOMENT OF IT! Madame Hortense tickled him from head to toe in a flourish, with David laughing uncontrollably. He was starting to get weary and "tickle-tired" from this latest session, and his arms and legs ached from being tied to the four-poster for so long, but he didn't dare tell his mistress. He literally grinned and bore it. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA...HAHAHAHA...HA...HA...HA...Haaaaaaaa," he passed out again. Madame Hortense removed the scarves from around his hands and feet, allowing his limbs to drop heavily on the bed. She kissed his forehead. "I think I'll let your rest...for a while," she said. "Sleep ti-ight."
END OF PART 1 - PART 2 COMING SOON
