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Lady Ashley, Part Four
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
They ascended the stairs together, David in his slippers and Lady Ashley with her sandals going ap, flap, flap. Of course David stayed two steps below his mistress out of respect. When thyreached the top of the stairs, Lady Ashley took her slave by the hand and led him into the MistrssBedroom. David was puzzled. "Lady Ashley, whatever can you be thinking?" he inquired. Lady shly pushed him down onto the bed. "Don't ask questions! It's not your place to question me!" she snapped. She reached inside the night stand beside the bed and retrieved some silk carve. She tied David's hand and feet to the big four-poster.
"Lady Ashley, have I done something to offend you?" David asked pleadingly.
Lady Ashley slapped him across the face. "Stop asking me questions, or I'll cancel your da off!" she snapped. "You've already spoiled the GOOD mood I was in, so don't do ANYTHIGelse to upset me the rest of the day, do you understand me? SLAVE!"
"Yes, Mistress," he replied weakly.
Lady Ashley pushed one sandaled foot into David's face tauntingly. "Do you like my sandals?" shtaunted.
"Yes, Mistress," David said, his mouth watering. "They look so lovely on your feet,"
"And did you enjoy worshipping my feet this morning? Hmmmm?" she cooed teasingly.
"Yes, yes, Mistress," David replied breathlessly and he extended his tongue to his Mistress'soe.
Lady Ashley pulled her foot away abruptly. David's heart sank. Why was she torturing him th way? Lady Ashley walked around the side of the bed, chin in hand, surveying her captive slav. David's eyes never left her feet as she walked to the foot of the bed. Lady Ashley stood at th fot of the bed, chin in hand, cocking her head from side to side emitting an occasional "Hmmm, hmmm." She stood looking at David for what seemed to him to be an eternity. A broad smile crosed er face as she knelt and slowly removed the slipper from David's left foot. David guled. He knew the worst was coming. Lady Ashley held David's foot in her hand and examined it frm various angles, almost as if seeing it for the first time. "My, my, what a pretty foo we hav here!" she exclaimed in mock astonishment and she stroked David's foot with one of hr long fingernails. David resigned himself to the fact that he was about to be tickled. Bu his mistess DIDN'T tickle him; rather she mused, "I wonder if my little slave likes to RECEIVE a well asgive," and she took David's big toe into her mouth and sucked it.
"Since you did such a good job on my feet this morning," she explained, "I've decided to return t favor--just to show you that I'm NOT the cold, heartless bitch you think I am," and she contned her sucking. She darted her tongue into and all around David's toe crevices, sucking his toe fom the biggest to the smallest. She stroked David's foot with her long fingernails; not trturing tickle-stroke but just enough to let him know that she could still turn this reverse oot orship session into wholesale tickle-torture if she decided to. David sighed in ecstas. H could hardly believe it was real! Here he was having his own foot serviced by his mistess! e wanted to pinch himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming, but he couldn't with his hands ied to he four-poster. Lady Ashley slowly removed David's other slipper. "Noooooow," she excaimed, let's see about this other foot. Hmmmm, it's just as pretty as the other one! Let m taste th toes." She took David's right foot into her mouth. "Mmmmm, very tasty," she exclaime. "I didnt know you had such tasty toes, slave."
"Why thank you, Mistress. I'm pleased that you like them," David exclaimed vacantly.
"Yes, they're very strong and very shapely," she said stroking both his feet with her long ngernails. She placed her fingers in David's toe crevices and stroked his soles with her thumnils. "Kootchy, kootchy," she cooed. David started snickering. "Kootchy, kootchy," hi istress cooed again. David's snickering turned to smirks. "Is mommy's widdle baby tickwsh on his soles? Hmmmmm?" she cooed teasingly. David couldn't hold back his laughter any onge. Lady Ashley continued tickling his soles with her thumbnails, the rest of her fingers fimly iplanted in his toe crevices. All of a sudden, David realized that Lady Ashley had suckere him. She had only pretended to be submissive, and now she had him right where she wanted him-tied hlplessly to the four-poster bed. Lady Ashley smiled a sly smile. "Now I've got you, yo miserale little wimp! Did you honestly think I was going to turn submissive on you! NO WAY!" She removed her fingers from his toe crevices and started tickling him full force on th soles of his feet.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" David laughed in spite of himself. "Lady Ashley, you're cruel,he said between gales of laughter.
"Oh, I'm a cold, heartless bitch," she admitted, "and you LOVE it." She accelerated her ticklg, moving to the tops of his feet and up his legs. "Such a gullible little slave you are, he said tickling him inside his thighs and on his flanks. She ripped open his shirt exposing isbare chest. Her eyes widened and she thought to herself, "ALL MINE!" and her fingers dancd oer David's stomach and chest. David was beside himself with laughter. The bed shook as he buked nd ground against the weight of the scarves tied around his hands and feet.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Oh, please, Lady Ashley, stop!" he said breathlessly.
Lady Ashley paid him no mind. She started tickling his ears, eyelids, and forehead. David s starting to lose consciousness. Lady Ashley danced her fingernails back down David's upprtorso. When she got to his belly, his body went limp. A less sturdy bed than the four-oser would have collapsed under David's sagging weight.
Lady Ashley peeled back David's eyelid, kissed his forehead, and patted him gently on the eek. "Rest now, my love," she said gently.
[ to be continued ]
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