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Lady Ashley, Part Three
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David sat in the living room reading the morning paper. Lady Ashley had given him the d off from his usual household chores for good behavior and he had taken the opportuiy to catch up on the day's news and sports. All of a sudden he heard a loud flap, flap, flaponthe stairwell. He turned to see Lady Ashley descending the stairs. David could hardly belive is eyes! Since she had given HIM the day off, Lady Ashley had decided that SHE would take th dayoff from wearing her usual leather outfit and dress casually for a change. David observed hr desending the stairs dressed in an oversized denim shirt and jeans, but the sight of what she wre on er feet almost made David's eyes bug out. On her feet Lady Ashley was wearing a pair ofbrown wter buffalo sandals. The sight of his mistress's willfully exposed feet brought a rush t David' head.
"Good morning, slave," she demurred.
"Good morning, mistress," he replied. He was going to make a comment about her feet, but decid to hold his tongue--not wanting to say anything that MIGHT offend his mistress and cause her ocancel his day off.
"Since you admire my feet so much, I've decided to give you a little treat. I'm going to be weang these sandals all day long, so you may admire my feet as much as you like today."
"Oh, THANK you, mistress!" he said scarcely believing his good fortune.
"But remember, dear slave", she cautioned, "my feet are sacred objects. And sacred objects e meant to be worshipped. You may begin your worship NOW!" and she raised one foot to Davds lips for kissing. David kissed the toes of Lady Ashley's outstretched sandaled foot.
"This position is uncomfortable for me!" she exclaimed. "I am the mistress here! Get up and relquish your seat!"
David slowly rose, laying aside his newspaper, and Lady Ashley displaced him in the big easy chr.
"Now, slave," she bade, "kneel and continue your worship."
David knelt before his mistress and continued kissing her feet. The scent of the water buffaloide blended with the gamy aroma of Lady Ashley's feet was intoxicating to him. Lady Ashley, fo er part, leaned back in her chair and enjoyed the sensations of her slave's lips upon her ee. "Remove my sandals, slave," she said, "and lick the bottoms of my feet." David gentl reoved Lady Ashley's sandals and proceeded to apply his tongue to her soles. He licked Lady Ashey'ssoles from toes to heels and back again inhaling deeply of the bouquet of luscious feminine eet ad water buffalo hide. "Lick between my toes, slave," she bade softly. "Make sure you ge betwen each and every toe...that's a good slave...mmmmmmmmmmmmm, you do that so nicely." Sh was caght up in the ecstasy of David's gentle attentions to her feet. She sighed softly, an moaned with pleasure. Her eyes rolled back and she stared vacantly at the ceiling. David's ongue nowmoved to the tops of her feet and darted between each toe up to his mistress's ankles. "Ooooh, Dvid," she cooed, "you're doing such a good job today."
"I'm glad you're pleased, mistress," he said. In all his years of service to her, this was theirst time Lady Ashley had ever called him by name.
"Place my sandals back on my feet, love," she cooed, "and come upstairs with me."
What on Earth can Lady Ashley have in mind???
Aaaah! That's in the next installment.
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