Lady Ashley carried David's naked, unconscious body into the bedroom andflopped it onto the bed. Her strong fingers pushing against his pressure pointshad 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 Lady Ashley's slave, and hehad displeased her by not having done the dishes by the time she had come homefrom work. This was the third time this week this had happened so she wascompelled to render him unconscious and tie his wretched body naked to the bigfour poster in the Master (Mistress) bedroom. She peeled back David's eyelids and then slapped him across the face."Wake up, you lazy bastard!" Lady Ashley snapped. This is the third time thisweek you have failed to do the dishes and now you must be punished!" "Ohplease, Lady Ashley, I forgot about the dishes. I was so busy trying to cleanthe rest of the house that I didn't have time to do them," David whined. "Shutup!" she shouted. "You're just a lazy, good-for-nothing son-of-a-bitch and youhave to be taught a lesson!" Lady Ashley opened a drawer in the bedside table and pulled out a longfeathered 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. "Thisis what happens to slaves who disobey." She ran the feathered plum over David's stomach. He tried to stifle alaugh, but it was no use. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Oh please, stop. I can't stand it," he managed tosay between giggles. But Lady Ashley paid him no mind and continued hertickling. She ran the feather under David's arms, under his nose, and acrosshis forehead. "HAHAHAHAHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Oh, Mistress.M-m-mad-d-d-am H-h-hort-t-t-ense. Pleeeeeease!" She ran the feather back downDavid's chest tracing circles as she went. David's laughter kept up. "HOHOHOHOHOHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHEHEHEHEEHEHEEEEEEEEEEEEAIAIAI! I can't takeanymore!" "Shut up, you wimp and take it like a man!" she snapped back. Thefeather 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-tinglefrom the tickling his mistress was giving him. She ran the feather down his legtickling him inside his thighs. "AH AH AH AH AH AHAAAAAAAAA!" he exclaimedbreathlessly trying not to pass out. She ran the feather down David's ankles in titillating circular motions andfinally came to rest at David's feet. "Now for the grand finale," she saidslyly. "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 dishestomorrow if you just don't tickle my feet." "Promises, promises," Lady Ashleyexclaimed, and she ran the dreaded plume over David's soles. He tried to jerkhis feet away but she had tied his ankles to tightly to allow that. David'smind screamed inside his head. He was so out of breath he could barely laughout loud. "Ha...ha...ha," he laughed weakly. Lady Ashley intensified her tickling ofDavid'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 secondwind. "Oh Lady Ashley, 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, Ithink I'll something different," and with that, Lady Ashley put down thefeather and raked her long red fingernails over David's toes. "HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! Oh--Lady--Ashley--HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I--HAHAHHA--love it-HEHEHAHAHAHA!Please--don't--stop--HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!" "Well, I think you've had enoughpunishment for today, young man," said the mistress. "Just you remember the dishes tomorrow or else I'll have to punish youagain." Part 2 David stood over the sink in Lady Ashley's kitchen doing the dishes. Heremembered his mistress's warning from the previous day and did not wish toendure another tickling session. As he stood washing plate after plate, David'smind drifted to his mistress's feet. David had never seen Madame Ashley'sfeet--she wouldn't allow it. "She always wears the those blasted leatherboots," he thought. Oh, she would allow him to lick the heel of those boots asan alternative to tickling him on days when she was feeling merciful, but oncewhen David had tried to remove her boots, Lady Ashley 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! Anddon't think for a moment that I'm joking!" Could it be that his mistress's feet were as ticklish as his? Where elsewas she ticklish, he wondered. He had to find out. The sound of a key turning at the front door startled David out of hisreverie. Lady Ashley was home! "Good evening, Mistress," David called. Madame Ashley tossed her head disdainfully and strode to the kitchen. "Isee you remembered the dishes today," she said sharply. "Yes, Mistress." "I'mgoing upstairs to lie down for a bit. And don't you dare even THINK aboutdisturbing me. Is that clear, slave?" "Yes, very clear, ma'am," David sighed, and he turned to finish the dishes. Inthe distance he could hear the clump, clump, clump of Lady Ashley's blackleather boots on the stairs. He tried to visualize her feet encased in thoseboots; feet he had never been allowed to see. And then he went back to doingthe dishes. * * * When he had finished with the dishes, David went to his quarters in thedungeon and sat on his cot. He daydreamed of turning the tables on Lady Ashleyand tickling her for a change. HE would tie HER to the four-poster for a changeand have his way with her. But he DARE not cross his mistress. Madame Ashleycould be very cruel and vindictive when crossed and David dare not risk it. Butstill, the thought of his mistress lying asleep upstairs and totally unaware ofwhat he was thinking would not leave him. He had to at least get a look at LadyAshley's feet! The feet he longed to worship! The feet he longed to tickle! David slowly crept upstairs to Lady Ashley's chambers. His mistress lieasleep on her stomach on the four-poster bed. She was deep in slumber and Davidcould hear her snoring from the time he reached the first landing of thestairwell. David surveyed his mistress in her black leather outfit, themenacing leather blouse and those tight-fitting leather slacks. The leatherboots were still on her feet. David's heart trembled. Did he dare attempt toremove those boots. He knew Madame Ashley would be furious when she awoke andwould subject him to another of her infamous tickling marathons. But David'scuriosity got the better of him and he slowly, gently attempted to remove theboot from Lady Ashley's left foot. Madame Ashley emitted a broken snore and moved her left leg slightly. Forone frightening moment David thought he had awakened her, but his mistress onlystirred slightly, and the drone of her loud snoring continued. "She sure is asound sleeper," David thought, "thank God!" David slid the boot off the rest ofthe way--and gazed down at the specter of Lady Ashley's shapely, left foot. Henoticed the sculptured shape, the long unpolished toenails. He dared to plant akiss upon her heel. Madame Ashley stirred slightly, but still slept. He thought he'd chance the right boot now. Slowly, slowly, David removedhis mistress's other boot. Again Lady Ashley stirred in her sleep but did notwake. David now survey his mistress's right foot, even more shapely than theother. He planted a kiss to pay his homage. He gazed almost trance-like atthose gorgeous peds. He would gladly pay homage to them hourly if only LadyAshley would let him. But then his mind suddenly reverted to his originalintent. "I came to tickle Lady Ashley's feet, not to worship them," he thoughtslyly. David steeled his courage. There was no turning back now. Madame Ashleywas still deep in slumber snoring decibels. He slowly reached inside the besidetable drawer for the long feather. Stroking it in his hands. He saunteredaround to the foot of the bed where Lady Ashley's exposed bare feet were justwaiting for him. He ran the feather up the sole of her left foot slowly. LadyAshley moaned incoherently. David moved the feather slowly down Lady Ashley'sfoot. She snickered in her sleep. David got a little bolder and stroked MadameAshley's foot up and down repeatedly with the feather. She was starting toawaken from her slumber but was still not totally aware of what was happening.David now started tickling her right foot with the feather. Lady Ashley wasfully awake now and furious. All of a sudden David realized that in hisenthusiasm he had forgotten to tie his mistress to the bedpost. Fear engulfedhim as Lady Ashley, fully conscious and in complete control of her facultieslunged at her disobedient slave. David tried to run, but Lady Ashley was toquick for him despite her size. She tackled him like Frig Perry going afterJohn 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 whathappens to insubordinate slaves!" she bellowed tickling his sides with herstrong fingers. David was laughing uncontrollably. He knew that if he could get at hismistress's feet he could take advantage of her. But how could he reach themwith her on top of him tickling him senseless. This was a good time to see ifMadame Ashley had any other ticklish spots, and so in desperation, with hislast ounce of strength, David reach out for his mistress's stomach and starteda tickling motion. Lady Ashley burst into gales of uncontrollable laughter. Sherolled over on her back and David was quickly on top of her. "HOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!" she laughed inspite of herself, her laughter filling the house. David had her now. He reacheddown 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! Nowstop it! Stop it now!" But David wouldn't stop. He tickled Madame Ashley'ssoles, then her insteps, toes and heels. Madame Ashley was weak fromexhaustion. The one mighty mistress had been humbled by her slave. She heavedbroken gales of laughter, furious that her slave had discovered her weakness,but to weak to fight back. David took Lady Ashley's left foot in his hand andkissed it. "You have such beautiful feet, mistress. Why do you hide them inthose boots?" Lady Ashley uttered a few incoherent phrase on the order of "it'snot your place to ask, slave" as David continued kissing her foot. He kissedthe sole, the instep, the heel, and finally took her big toe into his mouth andsucked it slowly. Lady Ashley moaned in pleasure in spite of herself, she wasstill furious at David but for now was enjoying the homage he was paying to herfeet. Perhaps she would incorporate this into his punishment sessions from nowon. David sucked each one of his mistress's toes and then picked up her otherfoot 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 talkingabout it tend to my other foot!" she snapped, slowly regaining her composureand control. "Or would you rather suffer another tickling session under theweight of the feather?" David took her right foot into his lips and kissed ittenderly from toes to heel. Lady Ashley moaned in pleasure and the remnant of asmile even crossed her face. "Suck my toes, slave," she cooed. "Let me see whatyou're made of." David took his mistress's toes into his mouth and suckedtenderly. "That's a good little slave," she cooed. "I'll let this be yourpunishment for waking me. You be a good little slave and I might ALLOW you totickle me when I'm one of my more generous moods. But if you EVER try anotherstunt like this, I'll subject you to the loooongest tickling session you'veever had. Is that understood?" "Yes mistress," he said, and he continued sucking her toes. Part 3 David sat in the living room reading the morning paper. Lady Ashley hadgiven him the day off from his usual household chores for good behavior and hehad taken the opportunity to catch up on the day's news and sports. All of asudden he heard a loud flap, flap, flap on the stairwell. He turned to see LadyAshley descending the stairs. David could hardly believe his eyes! Since shehad given HIM the day off, Lady Ashley had decided that SHE would take the dayoff from wearing her usual leather outfit and dress casually for a change.David observed her descending the stairs dressed in an oversized denim shirtand jeans, but the sight of what she wore on her feet almost made David's eyesbug out. On her feet Lady Ashley was wearing a pair of brown water buffalosandals. The sight of his mistress's willfully exposed feet brought a rush toDavid's head. "Good morning, slave," she demurred. "Good morning, mistress," he replied. He was going to make a comment abouther feet, but decided to hold his tongue--not wanting to say anything thatMIGHT 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 littletreat. I'm going to be wearing these sandals all day long, so you may admire myfeet 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 ofLady Ashley's outstretched sandaled foot. "This position is uncomfortable for me!" she exclaimed. "I am the mistresshere! Get up and relinquish your seat!" David slowly rose, laying aside his newspaper, and Lady Ashley displacedhim 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 scentof the water buffalo hide blended with the gamy aroma of Lady Ashley's feet wasintoxicating to him. Lady Ashley, for her part, leaned back in her chair andenjoyed 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 LadyAshley's sandals and proceeded to apply his tongue to her soles. He licked LadyAshley's soles from toes to heels and back again inhaling deeply of the bouquetof 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'sa good slave...mmmmmmmmmmmmm, you do that so nicely." She was caught up in theecstasy of David's gentle attentions to her feet. She sighed softly, and moanedwith 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 upto his mistress's ankles. "Ooooh, David," she cooed, "you're doing such a goodjob today." "I'm glad you're pleased, mistress," he said. In all his years of serviceto her, this was the first time Lady Ashley had ever called him by name. "Place my sandals back on my feet, love," she cooed, "and come upstairswith me." Part 4 They ascended the stairs together, David in his slippers and Lady Ashleywith her sandals going flap, flap, flap. Of course David stayed two steps belowhis mistress out of respect. When they reached the top of the stairs, LadyAshley took her slave by the hand and led him into the Mistress Bedroom. Davidwas puzzled. "Lady Ashley, whatever can you be thinking?" he inquired. LadyAshley pushed him down onto the bed. "Don't ask questions! It's not your placeto question me!" she snapped. She reached inside the night stand beside the bedand retrieved some silk scarves. She tied David's hand and feet to the bigfour-poster. "Lady Ashley, have I done something to offend you?" David askedpleadingly. Lady Ashley slapped him across the face. "Stop asking me questions, orI'll cancel your day off!" she snapped. "You've already spoiled the GOOD mood Iwas in, so don't do ANYTHING else to upset me the rest of the day, do youunderstand me? SLAVE!" "Yes, Mistress," he replied weakly. Lady Ashley pushed one sandaled foot into David's face tauntingly. "Do youlike my sandals?" she taunted. "Yes, Mistress," David said, his mouth watering. "They look so lovely onyour feet," "And did you enjoy worshipping my feet this morning? Hmmmm?" she cooedteasingly. "Yes, yes, Mistress," David replied breathlessly and he extended histongue to his Mistress's toe. Lady Ashley pulled her foot away abruptly. David's heart sank. Why was shetorturing him this way? Lady Ashley walked around the side of the bed, chin inhand, surveying her captive slave. David's eyes never left her feet as shewalked to the foot of the bed. Lady Ashley stood at the foot of the bed, chinin 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. Abroad smile crossed her face as she knelt and slowly removed the slipper fromDavid's left foot. David gulped. He knew the worst was coming. Lady Ashley heldDavid's foot in her hand and examined it from various angles, almost as ifseeing it for the first time. "My, my, what a pretty foot we have here!" sheexclaimed in mock astonishment and she stroked David's foot with one of herlong fingernails. David resigned himself to the fact that he was about to betickled. But his mistress DIDN'T tickle him; rather she mused, "I wonder if mylittle slave likes to RECEIVE as well as give," and she took David's big toeinto 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 hertongue into and all around David's toe crevices, sucking his toes from thebiggest 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 couldstill turn this reverse foot worship session into wholesale tickle-torture ifshe 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 pinchhimself to make sure he wasn't dreaming, but he couldn't with his hands tied tothe four-poster. Lady Ashley slowly removed David's other slipper. "Noooooow,"she exclaimed, "let's see about this other foot. Hmmmm, it's just as pretty asthe other one! Let me taste the toes." She took David's right foot into hermouth. "Mmmmm, very tasty," she exclaimed. "I didn't know you had such tastytoes, slave." "Why thank you, Mistress. I'm pleased that you like them," David exclaimedvacantly. "Yes, they're very strong and very shapely," she said stroking both hisfeet with her long fingernails. She placed her fingers in David's toe crevicesand stroked his soles with her thumbnails. "Kootchy, kootchy," she cooed. Davidstarted snickering. "Kootchy, kootchy," his mistress cooed again. David'ssnickering 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.Lady Ashley continued tickling his soles with her thumbnails, the rest of herfingers firmly implanted in his toe crevices. All of a sudden, David realizedthat Lady Ashley had suckered him. She had only pretended to be submissive, andnow she had him right where she wanted him--tied helplessly to the four-posterbed. Lady Ashley smiled a sly smile. "Now I've got you, you miserable littlewimp! 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 fullforce on the soles of his feet. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" David laughed in spite of himself. "LadyAshley, you're cruel," he said between gales of laughter. "Oh, I'm a cold, heartless bitch," she admitted, "and you LOVE it." Sheaccelerated her tickling, moving to the tops of his feet and up his legs. "Sucha gullible little slave you are," she said tickling him inside his thighs andon his flanks. She ripped open his shirt exposing his bare chest. Her eyeswidened and she thought to herself, "ALL MINE!" and her fingers danced overDavid's stomach and chest. David was beside himself with laughter. The bedshook as he bucked and ground against the weight of the scarves tied around hishands and feet. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Oh, please, Lady Ashley, stop!" he saidbreathlessly. Lady Ashley paid him no mind. She started tickling his ears, eyelids, andforehead. David was starting to lose consciousness. Lady Ashley danced herfingernails back down David's upper torso. When she got to his belly, his bodywent limp. A less sturdy bed than the four-poster would have collapsed underDavid's sagging weight. Lady Ashley peeled back David's eyelid, kissed his forehead, and pattedhim gently on the cheek. "Rest now, my love," she said gently. To be continued...
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