They ascended the stairs together, David in his slippers and Madame Hortense 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, Madame Hortense took her slave by the hand and led him into the Mistress Bedroom. David was puzzled. "Madame Hortense, whatever can you be thinking?" he inquired. Madame Hortense pushed him down onto the bed. "Don't ask questions! It's not your place to question 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. "Madame Hortense, have I done something to offend you?" David asked pleadingly. Madame Hortense 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. Madame Hortense 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. Madame Hortense pulled her foot away abruptly. David's heart sank. Why was she torturing him this way? Madame Hortense walked around the side of the bed, chin in hand, surveying her captive slave. David's eyes never left her feet as she walked to the foot of the bed. Madame Hortense 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. Madame Hortense held David's foot in her hand and examined it from various angles, almost as if seeing 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 tickled. 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 and 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 reverse foot worship 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 mistress! He wanted to pinch himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming, but he couldn't with his hands tied to the four-poster. Madame Hortense 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. David started snickering. "Kootchy, kootchy," his mistress cooed again. David's snickerings 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. Madame Hortense 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 Madame Hortense had suckered him. She had only pretended to be submissive, and now she had him right where she wanted him--tied helplessly to the four-poster bed. Madame Hortense 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. "Madame Hortense, 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 he bucked and ground against the weight of the scarves tied around his hands and feet. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Oh, please, Madame Hortense, stop!" he said breathlessly. Madame Hortense paid him no mind. She started tickling his ears, eyelids, and forehead. David was starting to lose consciousness. Madame Hortense 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. Madame Hortense 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 ]