David stood over the sink in Lady Ashley'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 Ashley'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 alternat ive to tickling him on
days when she was feeling merciful, but once when 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 h ad 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. Lady Ashley was home! "Good evening,
Mistress," David called.
Madame Ashley 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 Lady Ashley'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. * * * 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 Lady Ashley and tickling her for a change.
HE would tie HER to the four-poster for a cha nge and have
his way with her. But he DARE not cross his mistress.
Madame Ashley 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 totall y unaware of what he
was thinking would not leave him. He had to at least get a
look at Lady Ashley'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 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 stairwel l.
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 tho se
boots. He knew Madame Ashley 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 Lady Ash
ley's left foot.
Madame Ashley emitted a broken snore and moved her left leg
slightly. For one frightening moment David thought he had awa
kened 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
Lady Ashley's shapely, left foot. He noticed the sculptured
shape, the long unpolished toenails. He dared to plant a
kiss upon her heel. Madame Ashley stirred slightly, but
still slept. He thought he'd chance the right boot now.
Slowly, slowly, David removed his mistress's other boot.
Again Lady Ashley 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 Lady Ashley would let him. But
then his mind suddenly reverted to his original intent. "I
came to tickle Lady Ashley's feet, not to worship them," he
thought slyly.
David steeled his courage. There was no turning back now.
Madame Ashley 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 aro und to
the foot of the bed where Lady Ashley's exposed bare feet
were just waiting for him. He ran the feather up the sole of
her left foot slowly. Lady Ashley moaned incoherently. David
moved the feather slowly down Lady Ashley's foot. She snickered
in her sleep. David got a little bolder and stroked
Madame Ashley'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. Lady Ashley was
fully awake now and furious. All of a sudden David rea
lized that in his enthusiasm he had forgotten to tie his
mistress to the bedpost. Fear engulfed h im as Lady Ashley,
fully conscious and in complete control of her faculties
lunged at her disobedient slave. David tried to run, but
Lady Ashley was to quick for him despite her size. She
tackled him like Frig Perry going after J ohn 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 Ashley had any other tick
lish spots, and so in desperation, with his last ounce of
strength, David reach out for his mistress's stomach and started
a tickling motion. Lady Ashley burst into gales of uncontrol
lable 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. "HOHOHOAHAOHAOHOAHAA A!"
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 Ashley's soles, then her i nsteps,
toes and heels. Madame Ashley 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 Lady Ashley's left foot in his hand and kissed it.
"You have such beautiful feet, mistress. Why do you hide them
in those boots?" Lady Ashley 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. Lady Ashley moaned in pleasure in spite of
herself, she was still furious at David but for now was enjoy
ing 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 reveren tly.
"Are you enjoying kissing my feet, slave?" she asked
inquisitively. "Yes, mistress," he replied. "It's a plea
sure I've yearned for." "Well stop talking about it tend
to my other foot!" she snapped, slowly regaining her compo
sure and control. "Or would you rather suffer another tick
ling session under the weight of the feather?" David
took her right foot into his lips and kissed it tenderly
from toes to heel. Lady Ashley moaned in pleasure and the rem
nant 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 loooong est tickling session
you've ever had. Is that understood?"
"Yes mistress," he said, and he continued sucking her toes.
What's in store next for Lady Ashley and her slave?
Stay tuned.
