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Madame Hortense, Part Three
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David sat in the living room reading the morning paper.
Madame Hortense had given him the day off from his usual
household chores for good behavior and he had taken the
opportunity to catch up on the day's news and sports. All of a
sudden he heard a loud flap, flap, flap on the stairwell. He
turned to see Madame Hortense descending the stairs. David could
hardly believe his eyes! Since she had given HIM the day off,
Madame Hortense had decided that SHE would take the day off from
wearing her usual leather outfit and dress casually for a change.
David observed her descending the stairs dressed in an oversized
denim shirt and jeans, but the sight of what she wore on her feet
almost made David's eyes bug out. On her feet Madame Hortense
was wearing a pair of brown water buffalo sandals. The sight of
his mistress's willfully exposed feet brought a rush to David's
head.
"Good morning, slave," she demurred.
"Good morning, mistress," he replied. He was going to make
a comment about her feet, but decided to hold his tongue--not
wanting to say anything that MIGHT offend his mistress and cause
her to cancel his day off.
"Since you admire my feet so much, I've decided to give you
a little treat. I'm going to be wearing 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 are meant to be worshipped.
You may begin your worship NOW!" and she raised one foot to
David's lips for kissing. David kissed the toes of Madame
Hortense's outstretched sandaled foot.
"This position is uncomfortable for me!" she exclaimed. "I
am the mistress here! Get up and relinquish your seat!"
David slowly rose, laying aside his newspaper, and Madame
Hortense displaced him in the big easy chair.
"Now, slave," she bade, "kneel and continue your worship."
David knelt before his mistress and continued kissing her
feet. The scent of the water buffalo hide blended with the gamy
aroma of Madame Hortense's feet was intoxicating to him. Madame
Hortense, for her part, leaned back in her chair and enjoyed the
sensations of her slave's lips upon her feet. "Remove my
sandals, slave," she said, "and lick the bottoms of my feet."
David gently removed Madame Hortense's sandals and proceeded to
apply his tongue to her soles. He licked Madame Hortense's soles
from toes to heels and back again inhaling deeply of the bouquet
of luscious feminine feet and water buffalo hide. "Lick between
my toes, slave," she bade softly. "Make sure you get between
each and every toe...that's a good slave...mmmmmmmmmmmmm, you do
that so nicely." She was caught up in the ecstasy of David's
gentle attentions to her feet. She sighed softly, and moaned
with pleasure. Her eyes rolled back and she stared vacantly at
the ceiling. David's tongue now moved to the tops of her feet
and darted between each toe up to his mistress's ankles. "Ooooh,
David," 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 the first time Madame Hortense
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 Madame Hortense have in mind???
Aaaah! That's in the next installment.
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