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Madame Hortense, Part Eight
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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.
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