Lady Ashley 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. I t flopped
at his side like a wet rag. David was Lady Ashley'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!" Lady Ashley snapped.
This is the third time this week you have failed to do the
dishes and now you must be punished!" "Oh please, Lady Ashley
, 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 l
esson!"
Lady Ashley 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." "We ll,
that's just too bad, you disobedient twit," she said ignoring
his pleas. "This is what happens to slaves who dis
obey." She ran the feathered plum over David's stomach. He
tried to stifle a laugh, but it was no use. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Oh please, stop. I
can't stand it," he managed to say between giggles. But Lady A
shley paid him no mind and continued her tickling. She ran
the feather under David's arms, under his nose, and across his
forehead. "HAHAHAHAHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHEHEHEHEHE
HEHEEEEEEEEEEEEE! 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 giv
ing 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," Lady Ashley exclaimed, and she ran the
dreaded plume over David's soles. He tried to jerk hi s 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. Lady Ashley 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 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, I think I'll something different," and with
that, Lady Ashley put down the feather 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 enough punishment for today, young man," sai d the
mistress.
"Just you remember the dishes tomorrow or else I'll have to
punish you again."
Will David remember the dishes tomorrow? Stay tuned.
