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Madame Hortense, Part Six
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Madame Hortense lay tied to the four-poster bed, drifting in
and out of consciousness. She awakened to the sensation of her
eyelids being peeled open and the words "kootchy, kootchy" being
whispered in her ear. She open her eyes fully to behold her
erstwhile slave, David standing over her grinning broadly.
"Hello, Madame Hortense," David said kissing her forehead.
Madame Hortense eyed him quizzically. "David," she uttered
weakly, "what have you done to me?"
"Broken you," he said simply, kissing her forehead once
more.
Madame Hortense surveyed her bound condition. "How long
have I been tied here?" she questioned meekly.
"Quite some time," David replied. "You've been drifting in
and out of consciousness and I've been watching you. You look
so cute when you're tied up?"
Madame Hortense was speechless. She wanted to voice some
sort of reprimand to re-establish her power, but the words failed
her.
"Kootchy, kootchy," David teased her.
Madame Hortense laughed faintly in spite of herself. "Oh
David, stop. Please." she moaned. "You really enjoy torturing
me, don't you--and after all I've done for you. What an
ungrateful slave you've turned out to be! Shame on you! Untie
me at once--or have you further plans to tickle me?"
"Are you READY for another round of tickling, Mistress?" he
inquired.
"If you insist...Master," she sighed. "You know where I
like it best," she wiggled her toes. "Use the feather."
David started tickling Madame Hortense's toes with the
feather. Madame Hortense giggled with glee, her laughter
increasing as David's tickling of her feet intensified. She
tossed back her head and cackled loud and long. Receiving tickle
torture had now become a balm for her, a drug. She begged David
to continue. "WHEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
she cackled.
"Having fun, Mistress?" David inquired.
"YES, YES, THIS IS ECSTASYYYYYYYY!" she cried. "DON'T
STOP! TICKLE THE BACKS OF MY LEGS!"
David moved the feather up Madame Hortense's ankles to the
backs of her legs and tickled them with a smooth swirling motion.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" she laughed. "DO MY STOMACH NOW! TICKLE
MY STOMACH!" David tickled her stomach and abdomen. Madame
Hortense shrieked when the feather found her navel. "EEEEEEEK!
EEEEEEEK! I'M GOING TO GET YOU FOR THAT, YOU NAUGHTY BOY! UNDO
MY BRA! TICKLE MY BREASTS!" David did as he was told. Maybe
Madame Hortense didn't realize it, but this was another area of
her anatomy that had hitherto been off-limits to David. Madame
Hortense's breasts were full and voluptuous. David traced
circles around her nipples with the feather. Madame Hortense was
hysterical. She was cackling so loudly that David wondered if
the whole neighborhood could hear her. "Thank God for soundproof
bedrooms!" he thought. He kept swirling the feather around his
mistress's breasts and in between them. He was happy to be the
one GIVING the tickle-torture instead of receiving it, but it
occurred to him that it was Madame Hortense who had been
directing just where the tickling was to be administered. "That
Madame Hortense," he thought to himself, "even in captivity she
somehow manages to remain dominant. Oh, well, at least I'M not
the one tied to the four-poster. Don't know how long I can keep
this up, though. God, she's insatiable! And she thought SHE'D
created a monster!" Madame Hortense sensed him slowing the pace.
"Why are you stopping, Master?" she taunted. "Is Mommy's widdle
baby getting tired? Hmmm?"
David had to admit he WAS starting to getting tired. His
arms, hands and fingers ached from tickling his mistress for so
long.
"Oooooh!" teased Madame Hortense with raised eyebrows, "so
Mommy's widdle baby can take it, but he can't dish it out...in
that case...untie me at once!" and she eyed him sternly. David
complied and untied his mistress's hands and feet, her limbs
falling heavily on the bed.
Madame Hortense heaved a sigh of relief. "My goodness, just
how long were you planning to KEEP me in that God-awful position!
My poor limbs will never be the same again...come sit next to me
on the bed." David hesitated. "I'm not going to tickle you,"
she assured him, "I just want to talk to you. Please, sit," she
said gesturing next to herself. Madame Hortense slowly rose to a
sitting position on the four-poster and David sat down next to
her. Madame Hortense squeezed his hands tenderly and gazed
affectionately into his eyes. "You know, David," she said, "I've
grown rather fond of you over these past five years--even when
you ARE forgetting to wash the dishes. I'd like you to stay on
here with me as my tickle slave...if you'll have me for a
mistress. You do realize that your contract with me is about to
expire and you'll be free to leave me if you wish, no questions
asked, no strings attached?"
"Oh, I could never leave you, Madame Hortense," David said
gazing dutifully at her. "You've been very good to me these past
five years and I appreciate all the things you've done for me."
"Even all the tickling sessions I've subjected you to?"
"Yes, every one. I wouldn't trade them for anything."
"Were you surprised when I asked you to change roles with
me?"
"Yes, pleasantly so."
"Well, I am a REASONABLE mistress--despite what you may
think of me. Actually, I wanted to see if I was secure enough in
my role as your mistress to allow myself to be dominated. Now
that I know I am, it opens up whole new vistas for our
relationship, don't you think so?"
"Yes, the possibilities certainly are boundless."
"They certainly are," Madame Hortense agreed, "and I think
you'll find that I've taken those possibilities into account with
your new contract." She reached into the night stand drawer and
drew out a long sheet of paper. "This, my dear slave, is your
new contract with me. Read it. Think it over. And sign it when
you're ready."
David started reading the terms of the contract to himself.
When he got to the second paragraph, his jaw dropped. "Madame
Hortense," he exclaimed, "according to this, you relinquish all
claims to domination over me on weekends and stipulate that on
Saturdays and Sundays I am to dominate YOU. You further
stipulate that on those days I may avenge at my discretion any
and all punishments carried out during the previous week, which I
deem were wrongfully or unjustly administered!"
"That is correct," she nodded.
"But that's incredible!"
She placed her hand gently on his lips. "You're QUESTIONING
me again, slave" she admonished him. "Listen to me. I WANT
things to be that way, do you understand? Even a hard-core
dominatrix like myself needs a change once in a while. Now, if I
can live with the terms of the new contract, I see no reason why
you shouldn't either. You forget, I DREW UP the contract to read
that way," she reminded him, "therefore it obviously reflects my
desires."
David didn't read any further. He was satisfied that his
mistress was being fair with him and signed his name at the
bottom--underneath his mistress's. Madame Hortense held David to
her breast and kissed him profusely on the cheeks. "I'm very
happy for us," she said hugging him.
"So am I" he answered.
Madame Hortense release her embrace and held David's hands
tightly. "Let's establish some code words for when we've had
enough tickling for one session," she suggested. "When you're
tickling me on weekends, you may continue to tickle me as long as
you like until I repeat to you the words 'no mas'. That will
mean no further tickling for that session and that you MUST let
me rest for a full twenty minutes. Is that understood?"
"Yes, very clearly, mistress," David said, "and my code word
shall be--"
"OH NO! There will be no code words for YOU, my slave. I'm
still the dominant one in this relationship even if I have
granted you two days a week's grace period. You, my slave, will
have to endure ALL the tickling I dish out, is that understood?
I will decide when you've had enough!"
"Understood, Mistress," said David.
"It is now 11 P.M.," Madame Hortense said looking at her
watch. "You have one full hour left before your day off
is ended." She lay back on the bed, and outstretched her arms
and legs to David for re-tying. "Use it well," she whispered.
David reached for the silken scarves and re-tied his
mistress hand and foot. "I see you prefer using the scarves on
me," she observed. "Such a gentle Master." David only smiled.
"Prepare yourself to be tickled, slave!" he commanded.
"Yes, Master," replied Madame Hortense submissively.
"I think I'll try something different," he said. "Wait
here!"
"Oh, I'm not going anywhere, Master," replied Madame
Hortense, jiggling her wrists against the scarves. "You've
already seen to that, haven't you?"
"Enough talk!" David snapped. "I shall return shortly."
He disappeared into the mistress bathroom and emerged with a box
of Q-tips. He then took a bottle of Madame Hortense's favorite
perfume off the dresser and doused a Q-tip with it. He started
tickling Madame Hortense's feet with the perfumed Q-tip. The
soft sensation of cotton mixed with the wetness of her favorite
perfume on her feet caused Madame Hortense to chuckle. "My, my,
what an innovative master I have. Why didn't I think of that
before? I must remember to try this on you sometime."
"You like?" inquired David increasing the pace.
"I like, I LIKE!" cackled his mistress.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
David kept tickling her feet with the perfumed Q-tip. He
ran it up and down her soles, along her toe joints, inside her
toe crevices, along her toe tips, and over her metatarsal bones.
"Oh-oh, it's drying out," he said, and he applied more perfume to
the Q-tip.
"Oh no, please, Master" pleaded Madame Hortense, "I can't
stand anymore."
"Now, now, my dear slave," David said patronizingly, "you
must learn to take it like a lady," and he ran the re-moistened
Q-tip over her toes once more. Madame Hortense was giggling
senselessly. David had one-upped her. She had never thought of
this kind of tickle-torture before and it was a blow to her
vanity to know that her own slave had thought of it before she
had. She would be sure to use it on him at some later time, to
be sure, but for now she was too busy enjoying the sensation of
her own perfume being applied to her feet with a Q-tip. David
wet the Q-tip again and trailed up her legs to her navel. He
tickled her navel with gentle poking.
"EEK! EEK!" squealed Madame Hortense. "YOU NAUGHTY BOY!"
"Kindly address me as your master, slave," David admonished
her.
"Yes, master," Madame Hortense replied, her voice almost
child-like.
David kept poking her gently in the navel with the Q-tip,
causing Madame Hortense to squeal with each poke. "I'm tired of
your noise," he said, "you must be silenced!" He reached inside
the night stand drawer, drew out the ball gag and placed it over
Madame Hortense's mouth. "Now let's see how much you laugh,
slave," he spat contemptuously.
"Mmmph, mmmph," uttered Madame Hortense.
David continued poking her navel amid his mistress's grunts
through the gag. He traced a slow circle around her navel and
trailed upward to her nipples. "Time for more perfume, and a
fresh Q-tip," he said.
"Mmmph! Mmmph! Mmmmmmmph!" cried Madame Hortense through
the gag.
David wet a fresh Q-tip. "I think I'll 'swab' the deck like
a good sailor," he said, and he swirled the wet Q-tip around
Madame Hortense's nipples. "Ooh la la, Madame, your perfume is
exquisite," he teased in a French accent continuing his tickling
of her nipples. He traced all around Madame Hortense's breasts
amid her muffled laughter from behind the gag. He trailed the Q-
tip under her armpits. Madame Hortense was beside herself with
subdued laughter. She wanted to cut loose but the gag wouldn't
let her. David made a trail up her shoulders and under her chin.
Next to her feet, Madame Hortense's chin was the most ticklish
spot on her body and he tickled her relentlessly. Madame
Hortense squealed uncontrollably her teeth digging into the ball
portion of the gag. David then re-moistened the Q-tip. "Women
love to put perfume...behind the ears," he grinned.
"MMMMPH! MMMMMPH! MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH!" she utter wildly.
David applied the Q-tip behind Madame Hortense's ears. The
gentle, wet sensation caused the lady to go absolutely wild. She
grunted, groaned and bucked wildly as David tickled her ears.
She desperately needed to laugh out loud. All of a sudden a look
of desperation crossed her face, and David could sense panic in
her eyes. "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH! MMMMMMMMMMMMMPH!" she
uttered, twitching like a corpse in its death throes.
"No mas?" inquired David.
"MMMMPH! MMMMPH! MMMMMPH! MMMMMMMPH!" she nodded wildly.
David undid the scarves and ungagged her, whereupon all that
pent-up laughter she had been storing came out full force.
"HA HAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA!" she laughed
uncontrollably.
She doubled over into a fetal position and continued laughing
herself silly.
"How are you feeling, Madame Hortense?" David taunted her.
Madame Hortense couldn't stop laughing. Her sides, stomach and
abdomen ached, tears were running down her cheeks, but she had to
get all that laughter out of her system. David had really turned
the tables on her this time. Not only had he tickle-tortured
her, but by gagging her had also deprived her of the ability to
laugh, thus adding insult to injury. Madame Hortense's laughter
finally subsided and she felt like a human being again. David
put his hand on her shoulder.
"Don't touch me, you bastard!" she said icily and she
wheeled from the fetal position onto her back, eyes glaring at
David. David knew that look. The old Madame Hortense was BACK!
Madame Hortense looked at her watch. "It is now past
midnight," she announced. "Your day off has now officially
ended. You are now once again my slave."
"Yes, mistress," David said simply.
Madame Hortense slowly smiled and shook her finger at him.
"You are good! You are VERY good!"
"I learned from the best," he replied.
"Why thank you," she said and kissed his cheek. "Fetch the
wine glasses, love, and a bottle of the best."
David got two wine glasses from the wet bar and a bottle of
chablis.
"You may decant the wine now, slave," his mistress bade.
"Are we celebrating something, Madame Hortense?" David
inquired pouring the wine.
"Yes," Madame Hortense replied, clicking glasses with him.
"Here's to five more glorious years."
They drank their toast, tossed their glasses aside and
embraced.
"Don't forget the dishes tomorrow, slave," Madame Hortense
reminded him with a smile. "I want us to start off our new
contract period off on the right foot."
"Yes, mistress," David nodded stroking her right foot, "I'll
see
you in the morning," and he turned to go back to his dungeon
quarters.
"I don't recall dismissing you," called Madame Hortense.
"You know better than to leave my presence without permission.
Besides, you're sleeping here with ME tonight."
[ to be continued ]
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