Lady Ashley and her tickling fetish. - 2008-03-12
Lady Ashley carried David's naked, unconscious body into the bedroom and flopped it onto the bed. Her strong fingers pushing against his pressure points had put him out like a light. She raised David's arm in the air and let it go. I t flopped at his side like a wet rag. David was Lady Ashley's slave, and he had displeased her by not having done the dishes by the time she had come home from work. This was the third time this week this had happened so she was compelled to render him unconscious and tie his wretched body naked to the big four poster in the Master (Mistress) bedroom. She peeled back David's eyelids and then slapped him across the face. "Wake up, you lazy bastard!" Lady Ashley snapped. This is the third time this week you have failed to do the dishes and now you must be punished!" "Oh please, Lady Ashley , I forgot about the dishes. I was so busy trying to clean the rest of the house that I didn't have time to do them," David whined. "Shut up!" she shouted. "Your just a lazy, good-for-nothing son-of-a-bitch and you have to be taught a l esson!" Lady Ashley opened a drawer in the bedside table and pulled out a long feathered plume, stroking it menacingly. "Please, Mistress," David exclaimed, "please don't tickle me. You know I can't stand it when you tickle me." "We ll, that's just too bad, you disobedient twit," she said ignoring his pleas. "This is what happens to slaves who dis obey." She ran the feathered plum over David's stomach. He tried to stifle a laugh, but it was no use. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Oh please, stop. I can't stand it," he managed to say between giggles. But Lady A shley paid him no mind and continued her tickling. She ran the feather under David's arms, under his nose, and across his forehead. "HAHAHAHAHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHEHEHEHEHE HEHEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Oh, Mistress. M-m-mad-d-d-am H-h-hort-t-t- ense. Pleeeeeease!" She ran the feather back down David's chest tracing circles as she went. David's laughter kept up. "HOHOHOHOHOHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHEHEHEHEEHEHEEEEEEEEEEEEAIAIAI! I can't take anymore!" "Shut up, you wimp and take it like a man!" she snapped back. The feather was crossing David's stomach now and inching its way to his lower body.
He bucked and jerked against the restraints of the ropes, his body all a-tingle from the tickling his mistress was giv ing him. She ran the feather down his leg tickling him inside his thighs. "AH AH AH AH AH AHAAAAAAAAA!" he exclaimed breathlessly trying not to pass out. She ran the feather down David's ankles in titillating circular motions and finally came to rest at David's feet. "Now for the grand finale," she said slyly. "I know you just love it when I tickle your feet." "No please, not my feet, pleeeease! I promise I'll remember to do the dishes tomorrow if you just don't tickle my feet." "Promises, promises," Lady Ashley exclaimed, and she ran the dreaded plume over David's soles. He tried to jerk hi s feet away but she had tied his ankles to tightly to allow that. David's mind screamed inside his head. He was so out of breath he could barely laugh out loud. "Ha...ha...ha," he laughed weakly. Lady Ashley intensified her tickling of David's feet, running the feather over his toes and back down to his heels, then in between his toes and over his insteps. "AAAAAAAAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA!" he laughed getting his second wind. "Oh Lady Ashley, pleeease don't stop. I love it when you tickle my feet!" "Starting to enjoy it, are we?" his mistress cooed. "Oh yes pleeease, kind mistress," he cried eagerly. "Well in that case, I think I'll something different," and with that, Lady Ashley put down the feather and raked her long red fingernails over David's toes. "HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! Oh--Lady-- Ashley--HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I--HAHAHHA--love it-HEHEHAHAHAHA! Please--don't--stop--HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!" "Well, I think you've had enough punishment for today, young man," sai d the mistress. "Just you remember the dishes tomorrow or else I'll have to punish you again." Will David remember the dishes tomorrow? Stay tuned.
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