Madame Hortense continued tickling David's feet with her fingernails under the hot soapy water. David was giggling, kicking his feet wildly and in the process splashing Madame Hortense in the face with water. "Melt, wicked witch," David giggled. "That's another hour's worth of tickling for you, my pretty," Madame Hortense cackled totally unfazed by the soapy water in her face, and she continued tickling David's feet. The more David kicked, the harder she tickled him. "I don't care how much you splash me, my pretty," she cackled. "The more you splash me, the longer I'll tickle you...AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" David kept kicking and Madame Hortense kept tickling his feet. "Are you having fun, my pretty," cackled Madame Hortense, "I'll keep this up foreverrrrrr. You're a naughty boy for spotting up my pretty dishes. If you do it again, I'll give you a spanking?" "Oh, no, please," David giggled. "Yes, yes," cackled Madame Hortense, "I'll give you a spanking AND a tickling, AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" "Madame Hortense, you're cruel," David exclaimed, half giggling half crying. "Yes, yes," she said with that same sinister cackle, "I'm a wicked witch and I love to torture you. Take that, you naughty slave!" and she accelerated the pace of her tickling. David continued kicking wildly, splattering Madame Hortense with the water. Madame Hortense grabbed David's ankles with one hand and continued tickling him with the other. "Keep your feet still, my pretty, or I'll break them," she threatened. "I can't," David cried, "you're tickling me too much." "If you don't stop splashing me, I'll add another hour onto your punishment," threatened Madame Hortense. "Madame Hortense, pleeeeease," pleaded David. "Do you think you've had enough?" she inquired. "Yes, yes!" David pleaded. "Well, I don't!" retorted Madame Hortense. "But I do think your feet have had enough WET torture. Let's dry them off now...and continue your punishment in the living room." "No! No! N--" David never finished his sentence. Madame Hortense's fingers digging into his pressure points had rendered him unconscious. She lifted his feet out of the water and started drying them of with a towel taking special care to clean between his toes. Then she scooped his limp form into her arms, and carried him into the living room. She sat down on the sofa with David's limp body sprawled across her lap. She patted his cheeks to rouse him. "Wake up, my pretty," she sang. "I, Madame Hortense command you to awaken." David opened his eyes and beheld himself sprawled across his mistress's lap. He tried to get up but Madame Hortense pushed him back down onto her lap. "Oh, don't try to run away, I'll just assess you another hour of tickle-torture if you do," she warned "Madame Hortense, please," David cried. "Oh, be quiet and take your punishment like a man!" she snapped. "You've still got an hour's worth of tickle-torture left to endure. Do you want to up the ante?" "Oh, no! Please, no!" he begged. "Then I suggest you be quiet and cooperate, young man. The sooner you submit and cooperate, the sooner this will all be over. Open your shirt now, and submit your chest to me." David opened his shirt obediently and lay back in his mistress's lap. Madame Hortense proceeded to tickle David's stomach with one hand and his feet with the other, a double dose of tickle-torture. David was beside himself with laughter as his mistress danced one set of her long fingernails over his stomach, while the other tripped the Light Fantastic over his toes. "Are you comfortable, slave?" she asked sincerely. "Yes," David giggled softly, "you're fingers feel marvelous." "Do you like to be tickled?" his mistress inquired. "Yes, mistress," he giggled under the weight of her dancing fingers. "How much do you like to be tickled?" "Very much, mistress." "And who do you want to tickle you? "Only you, mistress." "Do you promise never to use generic dishwashing liquid on my dishes again?" "Yes, mistress." "And what's going to happen to you if you do?" "You'll tickle me, mistress." "And where will I tickle you? Identify those places...and I'll tickle you there now." "My feet...my toes...my legs...my thighs...my stomach..." "And where else will I tickle you ?" "My nipples...my armpits...my chin...my cheeks...my ears..." Madame Hortense hadn't missed a beat. As David named the places where she liked to tickle him, Madame Hortense tickled him exactly there. David was out of control with giggles. Madame Hortense's techniques were excruciatingly exquisite. His stomach ached from being tickled and from laughing. He could still feel the tingling sensation in his soles long after Madame Hortense's fingers had left them. His ears, nipples, and armpits tingled with excitement. "Do you think you've had enough punishment, slave?" Madame Hortense inquired. "Oh, no, mistress," David pleaded. "Really?!" she exclaimed in mock surprise. "Why I could have sworn you wanted me to stop twenty minutes ago." "Please, mistress, may I have more punishment?" "What have you done to deserve more punishment?" "I have used generic dishwashing liquid on your precious dishes and I deserved to be punished severely." "What?! Generic liquids on my dishes?! Why you naughty slave," she exclaimed in mock astonishment, "of course, I'll punish you." And she danced her magic fingers all up and down David's body. The pleasure/torture of her tickling made David tingle from head to toe. He wanted this agony/ecstasy to last forever. He sighed deeply and his eyes rolled back into his head as he surrendered himself to Madame Hortense's titillating ministerings. His body was practically numb now, but he could still feel the sensations in his mind. He closed his eyes and allowed himself to be tickled into oblivion. He wasn't even aware of the fact that he had lost consciousness ten minutes ago.