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Lady Ashley, Part Two
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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 alternative 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 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. 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.
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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 change 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 totally 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 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 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 Ashley's left foot.
Madame Ashley 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 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 around 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 realized that in his enthusiasm he had forgotten to tie his
mistress to the bedpost. Fear engulfed him 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 John Elway and had him on the
floor helpless. Her fingers danced over his ribs. "HAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAH
AAHAHAHA!" 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 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. Lady Ashley 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 Ashley's soles, then her insteps, 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 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. Lady Ashley 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?"
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