They ascended the stairs together, David in his slippers and
Lady Ashley 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, Lady Ashley too k her
slave by the hand and led him into the Mistress Bedroom. David
was puzzled. "Lady Ashley, whatever can you be thinking?" he
inquired. Lady Ashley pushed him down onto the bed. "Don't
ask questions! It's not your place to quest ion 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.
"Lady Ashley, have I done something to offend you?"
David asked pleadingly.
Lady Ashley 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.
Lady Ashley 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.
Lady Ashley pulled her foot away abruptly. David's
heart sank. Why was she torturing him this way? Lady Ashley
walked around the side of the bed, chin in hand, surveying her
captive slave. David's eyes never left her feet as she walke d
to the foot of the bed. Lady Ashley 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. Lady
Ashley held David's foot in her hand and examined it from
various angles, almost as if seei ng 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 tic kled. 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 an d 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 reve rse foot wor
ship 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 mis
tress! He wanted to pinch himself to make s ure he wasn't
dreaming, but he couldn't with his hands tied to the 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 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. Dav id
started snickering. "Kootchy, kootchy," his mistress cooed
again. David's snickering turned to smirks. "Is mommy's
widdle baby tickwish on his soles? Hmmmmm?" she cooed
teasingly. David couldn't hold back his laughter a ny
longer. Lady Ashley 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 Lady Ashley
had suckered him. She had only pretended to be subm issive,
and now she had him right where she wanted him--tied help
lessly to the four-poster bed. Lady Ashley 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. "Lady Ashley, 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 h e bucked and ground against
the weight of the scarves tied around his hands and feet.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Oh, please, Lady Ashley,
stop!" he said breathlessly.
Lady Ashley paid him no mind. She started tickling his
ears, eyelids, and forehead. David was starting to lose
consciousness. Lady Ashley 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.
Lady Ashley peeled back David's eyelid, kissed his
forehead, and patted him gently on the cheek. "Rest now, my
love," she said gently.
[ to be continued ]
