Madame Hortense surveyed the limp, lifeless body draped across her lap. She raised David's wrist high in the air and watched as his hand fell listlessly at his side when she released it. She lifted one of David eyelids. "Hello, this is Madame Hortense," she called softly, "can David come out and play?" When there was no response, she peeled back David's other eyelid calling, "Earth to David, Earth to David, come out, come out wherever you are." When David again failed to respond, she tickled his foot. David emitted a soft giggle. "THERE you are!" she exclaimed. "For a moment I thought I'd lost you. How are you? Did you enjoy your tickling session?" "Yes, Mistress," he uttered softly, "may I please have another?" "I'll tickle you again later," she assured him. "You still have one coming for disobeying my orders not to whistle while you wash dishes, but for now you have another matter facing you." "What can that be, Mistress?" David inquired. "All that splashing you did in there has gotten soap scum all over me, and all over my precious leather outfit. Just look at me! Why there's soap scum all over my leather blouse and slacks, and even on my precious leather boots! I want you to get down on your knees and lick that soap scum off my boots right now, buster!" David complied, and knelt to kiss his mistress's boots. He extended his tongue and applied it to her precious footwear. "Lick my boots good, slave," she bade, "I want you to get all that soap scum off my boots...that's a good slave...obey your mistress...lick my boots clean...you be a good little slavie-boy and Mommy will let you sample her toes...that's right, Mommy knows how much you love to kiss her feet...but first you must clean Mommy's boots." David licked the heel of Madame Hortense's right boot and worked his way forward to the toe. "Lick the uppers, darling," his mistress bade. David complied, and licked his mistress's right boot all the way up to the hip. "Lick my other boot now, slave," she bade him. "Start at the hip, and lick down to the toe." David complied eagerly, hoping his mistress would be pleased, and allow him to lick her bare feet. "That's a good slave," she encouraged him, "that's a VERY good slave. I knew I could count on you to please me...that's why I'm so fond of you...oh, you missed a spot, you're not getting all the soap scum off...I told you I want all that soap scum off my boots, do you understand? Otherwise I'll have to tickle you again...and you wouldn't want THAT, would you?" Madame Hortense smiled knowingly. "Thaat's better...that's much much better...you're a good slave, David, you just need to have more training...keeep licking...that's good...I give you permission to remove my boots...slowly, David, slowly." David started slowly removing Madame Hortense's boots, first the left boot and then the right one. He knelt to plant a kiss on his mistress's toe. "Did I give you permission to kiss my toes?" Madame Hortense inquired. "No ma'am," David answered simply. "Then why did you do it?" his mistress scolded, and she tickled David's sides with her long fingernails. David jumped sky-high. "That's just to remind you, slave, that you don't proceed to do ANYTHING without my permission. Have you forgotten EVERYTHING I've taught you?" "No, ma'am," David replied. "No, MISTRESS!" Madame Hortense corrected him. "No, Mistress," David repeated. "Do you suppose you can remember to wait for my permission before you just go ahead and do things?" she lectured him. "Yes, Mistress." "Good. In that case, I give you permission to lick my toes only...my toes ONLY." David proceeded to licked Madame Hortense's toes. "Top and bottom, dear," she exhorted him. "Lick aaall the way across the tops and aaall the way across the bottoms...very GOOD, David, you learn so quickly...now I want you to lick between my toes...between my toes...get your tongue inside each nook and cranny and lick it good...Do my toes still taste salty?" "Yes, Madame Hortense." "Tangy and delicious?" "Yes, Madame Hortense. Very tangy and delicious." "Don't talk with your mouth full, love...now I want you suck aaall my toes...suck aaall my toes...as many as you can fit in your mouth at one time...mmmmmm, very nice...ah ah ah, you're starting to tickle me...you know that's not allowed on weekdays...I'll assess you another hour of tickle time if you keep that up...thaat's better...just a nice, soft suck...mmmm, I may have you keep this up all day...would you like that?" "Yes, Mistress," David replied eagerly. "Are you enjoying sucking my toes?" "Yes, very much, Madame Hortense." "Do you suppose that you can fit a couple more toes into your big mouth? I'll give you next Monday off if you can fit all ten of my toes into your mouth and hold them there." The prospect of three straight days of freedom brought a rush to David's head. He eagerly contorted his mouth to try to accommodate all ten of his mistress's toes. He held his mistress's feet in his hands and tried to push her sacred digits into his mouth from several different angles. He finally managed to get all but the smallest toe on her left foot inserted into his mouth. He tried to push the stubborn digit in, but it just wouldn't go. Madame Hortense was laughing softly (at her slave's plight, NOT from being tickled). Finally after several minutes of oral push-ups he managed to get it in. It slipped out almost immediately. "Aaaw, too bad," his mistress pouted, "you don't get Monday off. But, for your consolation prize, I give you permission to kiss and lick all other portions of my feet. So have at them, and enjoy yourself." David proceeded to smother his mistress's feet with kisses. He planted kisses all up and down Madame Hortense's feet. He kissed the tips of her toes, her metatarsal bones, her insteps and her ankles. He kissed the heels of her shapely feet and then paid homage to her soles. "It seems I have an eager foot slave in toe," Madame Hortense mused, "I can feel it in my sole." "Just staying instep with the times, Mistress," David responded. "Oho! A slave with a sense of humor," Madame Hortense exclaimed softly. "Let's go upstairs to the Mistress Bedroom." "Shall I put your boots back on your feet, Madame Hortense?" David asked. "Oh, just leave them there," she said with a wave of her hand. "I'll go barefoot. Follow me." Madame Hortense led the way upstairs to the Mistress Bedroom. David followed three steps behind her, his eyes firmly riveted on her shapely feet. The subdued thump, thump, thump of her feet on the stairs was bringing a rush to David's head. This was another milestone. Madame Hortense would never have before DREAMED of walking barefoot through the house. She used the clump, clump, clump of her boots to intimidate David and as a reminder that she was always there--and knew what he was thinking. When they got to the Mistress Bedroom, Madame Hortense motioned towards the bed. "Have a seat, slave." she exhorted. David sat down on the bed. Madame Hortense lay down on the bed with her shapely bare feet propped up in David's lap. "See my pretty feet?" she inquired wiggling her toes. "Yes, Mistress, they're lovely," replied the mesmerized David. "Take them in your hands now and study them...scrutinize them...observe them. I want you to become thoroughly familiar with my feet. You're going to be seeing a lot of them in the future...yes, I thought that would please you. I want you to memorize every detail, every nook and cranny. There may come a time in the future when I'll command you to kiss or lick a very specific location on my feet, and failure to pay homage to that exact spot may result in an extended tickling session for you. Do you understand?" "Yes, Mistress, I understand," replied the entranced David. He held Madame Hortense's feet reverently in his hands. He could scarcely believe he was actually holding the objects of his heart's desire right in the palms of his hands. He had reached nirvana. He observed the long, shapely, unpainted toes, the texture of the skin, the pronounced arch, the feet so shapely and beautiful. He planted a kiss on her arch in adoration. Madame Hortense eyed him sternly. "Didn't I just finish lecturing you about proceeding without my permission?" "I'm sorry, Mistress," he uttered abjectly, shaken from his reverie. "That's all right," his mistress reassured him, "You have my permission to do whatever it takes for you to become thoroughly familiar with my feet. BUT NO TICKLING!" David caressed his mistress's precious peds. He massaged her toes and arches deeply to get a real feel for the contours of her feet. "I seem to be getting a nice foot massage out of this deal," Madame Hortense said with a vacant smile. "Am I pleasing you, Mistress?" David inquired. "Just carry on, David," said Madame Hortense lying back on the pillow closing her eyes, enjoying the deep massage her feet were getting as her slave went about doing his homework, "just...carry on...I'm going to take a little nap while you massage my feet, love...keeep studying...I'm going to give you a test...when I awaken." [ to be continued ]