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. * * * 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. What's in store next for Madame Hortense and her slave? Stay tuned.