Tickling Tylee (adult)

**Many Centuries Ago**

Tylee never could have anticipated her fate. She knew when she volunteered and then was selected to be one of the Emperor’s wives that her mundane life sewing clothes for her mother would change drastically. Actually, she was always one to push her boundaries to get whatever it was she wanted. She had easily won the Emperor’s attention and favor with her striking beauty and uninhibited sexuality and he had quickly named her as his number one, making her the envy of all the other wives. She expected it to be simple and it was. It always was for her. But this time, something unexpected happened.

It was the custom in the Emperor’s house that his permission was asked for any kind of break in their daily routines. This encompassed a great deal, including sleep patterns, meals eaten, traveling…even masturbation. This is where she and the Emperor began to butt heads. Tylee was used to getting what she wanted and frequently would break his rules to do so. When she had been caught taking chocolates from the storeroom, he had threatened to withhold anything that contained sugar from her. When she had been observed stealing rice wine from the Emperor’s stock, he told her that it would be many weeks before she could drink again. But, when other wives reported to him that Tylee was masturbating at will, he was presented with a dilemma. The solution he concocted caught the young woman completely off guard.

He set a trap for her. A bowl full of her favorite cookies was left sitting out in the kitchen next to a bottle of the Emperor’s private rice wine and they were clearly labeled for service to him. When the tall Chinese woman happened upon the snack, she did what she always did and began to help herself. She had done it many times before. A few cookies and a couple of cups of wine could never be missed and she remained vigilant as she made short work of the treat. What the fair skinned dark hair beauty did not know, however, was that it was no ordinary wine that she was drinking.

A few minutes later, as she walked through the hallways towards her chambers, she suddenly felt a strong tingling sensation between her legs. It was sexual arousal, no doubt, but it was a more intense desire than what even this sexually competent woman was accustomed to. As she contemplated the source of her arousal and the pleasant feeling in her loins, she suddenly realized that she was aware of the fabric of her kimono brushing against her fair skin as she walked. She wore no undergarment so it had caused her pert little nipples to become puckered and erect. Each movement she made as she now rushed towards her bedchamber sent waves of pleasure through her tall figure when her silk kimono caressed her ample breasts. She could already feel a wetness building just inside of her vagina.

She was sure that the Emperor would not interrupt his routine to accommodate her, so she entered the room where she slept, intending to touch herself until she came. Lifting one of her long white legs she put a foot on her bed. She wore thong sandals on socked feet. Grasping the hem of her red kimono, she pulled it back to see just how aroused her punany really was. She couldn’t resist touching her already wet clitoris with the tip of one of her fingers when she saw how large and erect it was. A shock of pleasure shot through her body and she exclaimed out loud, “Ohhh…”

She suddenly heard the Emperor’s voice from behind her, “What are you doing, Tylee?”

She stopped cold, standing up straight and smoothing out her kimono. She didn’t know what to say. She’d been caught, but she could almost feel her juices dripping from her pussy as she looked at the Emperor. Suddenly, overwhelmed with lust, she found herself walking over to him and then kissing him deeply. He stopped her and began to speak.

“Why is it that you are so overcome with lust, Tylee?”

“I don’t know,” she whimpered, looking down to avoid his eyes. She was finding it difficult to concentrate or even stand still as her silk kimono brushed against her skin.

“I believe I know why,” he went on. “Some of the food and wine that was set out in the kitchen today was…stolen.”

Tylee couldn’t help but smile, because of her history for grabbing food without asking. She didn’t even attempt to deny it this time, but she didn’t know why he was bringing it up now.

“You see, Tylee, that was a very special wine that you drank. It is an aphrodisiac, of sorts, and a very powerful one at that. You had how many cups? Two? Well, a normal dose is one, so you must really be feeling the effects.”

Tylee shifted her weight back and forth, doing everything she could to not touch herself in front of the Emperor. She heard and understood what he was saying, but all she could think about were her sexual needs.

“You made certain agreements when you became one of my wives,” he told her. “I intend to teach you a lesson for all of this wanton disobedience. Now, follow me,” and he led the tall, fair skinned, Chinese woman through the enormous house and into a room she could not recall ever having been in before.

Many of the other wives were inside and they stood around a contraption that Tylee quickly recognized as a set of stocks. They each held a cup and had been drinking from the same bottle she had earlier in the kitchen.

“Don’t worry,” the Emperor said immediately, “we will not harm you in any way. I just intend to keep you from being able to…umm…touch yourself.”

Just the thought gave her goose bumps and when the wives moved in around Tylee and directed her into position, the soft touches of their hands on her hypersensitive skin sent pleasant shivers through her body as they guided her. They had her kneel on the wooden structure, so that her ankles were spread wide apart and resting in the stocks behind her. When they were locked into place, the wives gripped her fair wrists and lifted them above her head. They were then bound together and attached to a rope that hung down from the ceiling, preventing her from being able to lower her arms in the slightest.

**Something Like This**

“There are two major effects of the aphrodisiac that you drank,” the Emperor went on. “The first is the obvious impact on heightening one’s sexual instincts.”

Tylee was already well aware. With her sock and sandal clad feet spread apart in the stocks behind her, she was now denied even the satisfaction that came from being able to rub her long white thighs together beneath her kimono. And unfortunately, the unnatural lust between her legs seemed only to be intensifying.

“Wives…demonstrate for Tylee, please,” the Emperor said.

With that, the other wives, almost timidly at first, began to reach out and touch each other, and then began kissing. It was a practice that was not uncommon, but as small hands began to touch round soft breasts and then started to slide inside of kimonos, it was like a levy suddenly gave way. The Asian women’s carnal desires completely took over like Tylee had never seen before and they began to anxiously disrobe one another as they quickly let their fingers find the insides of each other’s wet vaginas.

Tylee watched open mouthed from her restraint, as the women began to lick and kiss each other between their legs. The moans of satisfaction filled the room and before five minutes of this had passed, one of the wives began to spiral into an unmistakably intense orgasm. The unbridled release had the curious effect of sparking off several other orgasms just seconds later as erect clitorises were sucked and stroked greedily.

“Do you see what I mean,” the Emperor asked Tylee.

The other wives’ attention was turned to the bound woman who had unknowingly begun to openly hump the air as she gazed lustfully at the scene around her. Actually feeling that a bead of her womanly juice had collected to the point that it had escaped and was running slowly down her left thigh, she only whimpered pathetically.

“I believe she does,” he said, laughing a little. “Now, I want to demonstrate to you the very interesting side effect that this aphrodisiac has. You see, not only does it seemingly amplify sexual desires and sensations, but consequentially, it also makes certain non-sexual touching…well…unbearably torturous.”

Tylee furrowed her brow. She did not understand what he was saying to her, but her heart had begun to race as the nude wives had begun to circle close around her with her arms tied above her and her feet trapped firmly behind.

“Are you normally a ticklish woman, Tylee?” he asked her.

It was a horrible question for her to be asked in such a state. Number one, she was, indeed, normally a ticklish woman. She knew it to be true from when she was a little girl and boys in her neighborhood had exploited her ticklishness. She’d always above the average hight for her age, but tickling always managed to bring her tall form straight to the ground and make her explode with laughter. It never did really diminish as she got older, either. The second reason that his question was especially disheartening was because she suddenly realized that she was about to be tickled by all the other wives who were jealous of her position of favor with the Emperor…while she was restrained and helpless.

In her current state, however, the thought alone of being tickled, never mind the fact that she was bound up like this, had a devastating effect. Almost as soon as the fair Chinese woman heard the word “ticklish” she began to look frantically around at the other wives surrounding her and started to giggle very fast.

“That means yes,” he said decidedly. “The only reason I ask is because being tickled now will be worse than any tickling you’ve received before.”

Tylee tried to get up with all her might, but was held fast by the stocks and the rope around her wrists. She remained kneeled and hanging there as she continued to giggle and watch the women around her hyper-vigilantly.

The Emperor went on. “I want to teach you, Tylee, that delaying your gratification can bring even greater rewards than acting instantaneously. Wives, begin the tickling.”

Tylee’s last remaining and desperate hope that he was just toying with her and wasn’t actually going to go through with this faded when he said this and she instinctively began to squeal and scream in protest, giggling uncontrollably all the while. Behind her, on the other side of the stocks, the wives removed both of her thong sandals from her long socked feet.

“NO! Do not tickle them, pleaheeheeeheeeheese…” she begged feebly.

They began to roll both of her thick white socks over her fair ankles until they were pulled down off of her perfectly shaped toes. The bottoms of Tylee’s lengthy bare feet then became the focus of a very determined tickle attack. She suddenly felt an untold number of long-nailed fingers lightly scratching and tickling her fair sensitive undersides. They started tickling with their nails from the heels of her feet, all along the softer raised skin of her ticklish arches and insteps, on the balls of each foot, and even under her long toes. It caused Tylee to flinch forward with a force that shook the whole structure that she was kneeling on. She wiggled and flexed her ankles frantically without being able to stop the tickling of her bare feet in the least. It made her stop her giggling from anticipating and laugh out loud…very hard.

“…NONONOOO…NEEHEEHEEHEEHEE…HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…”

Her ankles were held firmly in place as they tickled the bottoms of her feet, but she still could not help desperately contorting them, in an attempt to find relief, and trying to pull her long peds through the impossibly small and spread-out holes in the stocks. It WAS worse than she’d imagined. The intensity of her struggle made it look as though she thought her own life were at stake if she continued to be tickled on her feet. She began to cry in her laughter.

“…NOHOO…NOHOO…HEEHEE…You musn’t!..You musn’t!…NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…”

“Oh, yes! They must!” the Emperor answered her begging. “And that’s not the half of it…give her the tickles under her kimono,” he order the other wives.

**To be continued within this thread.**

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Thanks, here's the next part.

**Continued From Above**

The naked women in front of Tylee moved in to untie her red floral print kimono, while those behind the poor Chinese woman continued to tickle under her bare feet, causing her to twitch and laugh with abandon. Several of the other wives giggled sympathetically as her robe was pulled open in the front to reveal her plentiful fair breasts. Her nipples were rock hard and they moved back and forth as her bosom shook from laughter. Actually, even though they were all feeling the effects of the aphrodisiac, the level of Tylee’s arousal was a little surprising. Her smoothly shaven vagina had fully blossomed and was amazingly wet and engorged, leaving her erect little clitoris partially exposed. A thin trail of her lustful fluid could be detected in the light, along her left inner thigh as it continued to collect inside of her sensitive hole before meandering down her long white leg.

But, she had no relief from this itch in her soul, only the tickling of her long white feet. The aphrodisiac was working on all fronts and it was driving Tylee crazy. As she laughed and giggled in front of them, one of the women teased her by wiggling her long nailed fingers menacingly in front of her bare chest with her aroused nipples without touching her at all.

Tylee laughed even harder at the trick, as she got a small taste of what it was going to be like to be tickled on her body without being able to move or get away. Giggling erupted among the other wives and one of them grabbed the woman who was teasing Tylee on both sides of her bare waist and scampered her nails across her sides. She fell to the ground like a sack of potatoes, laughing and swinging her elbows to stop her. The two rolled on the floor tickling each other until their lusts overcame them again and their tickling became caressing and then, kissing and sucking. Beneath her laughter, pulling, and struggling, Tylee still longed for that to be done to her. She could only watch, though, as she endured the long nails touching and tickling the high sensitive arches of her feet behind her, causing her to both laugh and cry at the same time.

Her kimono was pulled up over her arms and tied around the rope near her wrists leaving the tall fair skinned Asian woman completely naked.

“Try tickling her…here,” said the Emperor, as he reached out a finger and lightly touched Tylee in the center of her right underarm, while her wrists were restrained over her head.

The tall ticklish woman did not like it at all. Just the soft touch of his finger in her bare and hypersensitive armpit caused her to thrash wildly back and forth. She was almost swinging from the rope that held her arms up, except that her feet were devilishly immobile behind her as she knelt on the stocks.

“…HAHAHA…NO!…NAHAHA…DON’T…DON’T…HAHAHAHAHAHA…DON’T!…”

Two of the wives wrapped their arms around Tylee’s torso, preventing her from swinging herself around. As she endured the tickling of her bare feet on the other side of the stocks, her newly decreased mobility (as well as the knowledge that they were about to tickle her under the arms) made her laugh even harder. She shook her head “no” over and over as she repeatedly begged them through her laughter not to do it.

But her pleas fell on deaf ears. The wives just giggled and twittered as they watched Tylee’s discomfort. In fact, relishing her torment, three of them decided to tease her about how ticklish she seemed to be in these spots under her arms. They pointed their long-nailed fingers directly at her sensitive and completely vulnerable hollows, letting the tips hover no more than a couple of inches from her smooth fair skin.

“Here?” one of them asked the Emperor, rhetorically, with a smile. Tylee was a mess as her eyes were glued to those long nails down there…and she still couldn’t get her sensitive feet bottoms away from the women behind her.

The Emperor nodded and the three women started to make tickling motions with their fingers right next to Tylee’s up-stretched underarms. “Tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle…” they taunted her.

“…NANANANANANANANANANANA…NONONONONONONO…NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…” and she began bucking the two wives who were holding her still around her waist with everything she had. Having her feet tickled like this was more than she could bear already, but she was absolutely desperate not to let these other women tickle her armpits.

The force of her frantic efforts took the two women holding her off guard and they had to be assisted in order to bring her twisting and bucking body back under control, forcing Tylee to be still again. With her hopes dashed for being able to fend off the attack on two of her most ticklish spots, she relented to the mad laugher of ticklish frustration as long feminine fingernails finally began to touch and tickle in her bare underarms against her will.

With her fair arms forced upwards, her long feet trapped in the stocks, and the throng of women holding her in place while tickling her pits and soles, Tylee was in overload. The light touches from the tips of their nails under her arms were slow and monotonous, but it was all it took to make this tall Chinese woman completely flip her lid. Unable to move in the slightest as they did it, she just laughed like a woman possessed with her eyes bugged out and her head shaking wildly. She seemed to try to say something, as she laughed mindlessly, but it only came out as garbled gibberish.

“…BLAHAHAHAHAHAHAA…SLAHAHAHASHLOOPAHAHAHAHAAHAHA….HAHAHAHA…”

One of the women tickling her underarms, with her face just a few inches from Tylee’s, suddenly began to make the sounds and expressions of extreme sexual satisfaction. A younger wife had begun to devour her pussy with her mouth as she stood there, lightly tracing her long fingernails around the concave of Tylee’s vulnerable right pit. She almost seemed unaware of the torment she was causing the poor bound Tylee as the aphrodisiac they had all drank coursed through her body. But, she managed to never cease the torturous touches that made Tylee want to crawl out of her fair Asian skin as she worked her clitoris over the younger wife’s wet tongue until she was soon coming very hard…right in front of a very jealous Tylee.

Just then, someone had the evil idea of grabbing one of her long white thighs with both hands and began to grip repeatedly into her muscles there from all sides in a way that tickled the restrained woman beyond belief. Tylee was just shaking and shaking from head to toe…with laughter and because the erratic movements seemed to the only way for her to cope with the torture, which had currently, rendered her too weak to seriously try to fight off her ticklers. As if to rub in that she was completely helpless to stop them, the two women holding her around her fair waist started to wiggle their fingers and let their nails drag lightly over spots on her bare sides and tummy.

Her chin dropped to her chest between her up-stretched arms and her laughter suddenly became inaudible as she began to loose her breath. With her chin down and her long raven hair a complete mess, she just shook her head back and forth, laughing silently, but intensely as she endured the feeling of having long fingernails being dragged across the sensitive flesh of her underarms…her tummy and her sides…her thighs…and the poor arches and toes of her long bare feet.

“……………………………………………………………………”

When she raised her head again it could be seen that thick trails of tears ran down both of her fair cheeks as she clenched her beautiful Asian eyes shut, as if she were trying to block out this devilish torture. Another trail of fluid started slowly down her other leg as her body shook and the unnatural lust caused by the aphrodisiac continued to mount.

**To Be Continued Within This Thread.**

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Thanks again, here's the conclusion.

**Continued from above**

Then one of those spiteful women reached behind the hysterically laughing Tylee and, inserting a finger between her fair butt cheeks, she just barely made contact with her clenched opening back there. Not used to being touched by someone else in this private and extremely sensitive spot, the poor bound Chinese woman squealed in protest. The woman wasn’t trying to penetrate Tylee, or even really tickle her there. She didn’t need to. Just the simple presence of her finger, for some reason, made Tylee react wildly and she thrashed, bucked, and twisted with renewed vigor.

“…NEEEEEEEHEEHEEHEEEEEEEEEEEEEE…NANANANANANANANAHAHAHAHAHA…”

Noting Tylee’s extreme reaction, the woman then did begin to lightly touch and tickle the outside of Tylee’s tight little hole as she leaned in very close to her face and taunted her, saying, “Tickle, Tickle, Tickle!”

All hands were on the tall fair woman as she knelt on the stocks with arms stretched up high. They were tickling her naked body from the ticklish bare bottoms of her feet all the way up into both of her sensitive bare underarms. Already a very tickle-sensitive woman to begin with, the effect of the aphrodisiac she had ingested made being bound and tickled like this ten times worse. On top of that, it seemed that the only places they weren’t tickling the helpless Tylee were where she desperately wished they would. Within seconds, she was laughing so hard again that she lost her breath and her laugh became very quiet.

It was a pitiable sight seeing the tall, ultra-ticklish, and extremely horny Chinese woman having so many of her obviously ticklish spots invaded at once…without her being able to do a thing about it and while her hyper-aroused erogenous zones were purposefully neglected. Her silent, breathless laughter went on so long that the Emperor decided she needed to catch her breath and he finally ordered the other wives to stop tickling her. They reluctantly obeyed.

Tylee was so intensely affected by it that she continued to laugh quite hard, even after they had stopped. Her fair cheeks were flushed and her long dark hair disheveled. She sensed that they could easily begin again to exploit her ticklish vulnerabilities and she could almost still feel their long feminine finger-nails crawling all over her exposed tickle-spots. Between the aphrodisiac and the wine she’d had, she was actually finding it difficult to stop giggling and laughing as she looked past the naked throng of wives towards the Emperor.

He approached the stocks and stood before her as she let her weight hang from the binding that tied her arms upwards.

“No more! Pleaheeheese! No more!” she pleaded.

“Perhaps you’d rather be touched here,” he said to her and he reached between her thighs, which were spread wide from the stocks, and lightly tickled one side of her engorged clitoris with the tip of his finger.

Tylee visibly shuddered with delight and it felt so good that she tried to follow his finger as he retracted it, by bucking her hips forward.

“No, not yet,” he told her. “I want you to learn patience. It can have many rewards.”

A jar was then produced, full of a wide array of feathers.

“Noooooo, oooh noooooo.” she whined when she saw them.

Taking a stiff, pointed one, the Emperor started to tickle underneath the tip of one of Tylee’s hard little nipples and she moaned in approval. But, instead of indulging her further, he then began to tickle up the side of her large white breast and then directly into the center of her bare underarm. Stretched tight, as she almost hung from the ceiling, there was not an inch of her soft smooth armpit that was not completely vulnerable to his stiff feather. Tylee jerked away from the light tickle under her arm, but the women standing around her held her still again, allowing him to feather away, entirely uninhibited.

“Naaaaheeheeheehee…Naaaaheeheeheehee…NaheeNaheeheehee…” It quickly started to drive her crazy.

Adding to her distress, the other wives each chose feathers and began to give Tylee the light tickles all about her tall fair body. Many concentrated on teasing her obviously aroused nipples and vagina by gently feathering very close to them, but without tickling close enough to bring her the pleasure she wanted so badly. The close proximity of the feather tickles to her pussy and to her erect nipples started to drive her depraved lust into overload.

The women on the other side of the stocks behind her, being quite devious had turned their feathers around and were pretending to write Chinese characters on the bottoms of Tylee’s long white feet. On her heels, in her arches, along her sensitive insteps, and even on the balls of her feet, they ticklishly drew one invisible phrase after another. She tried to shake them back and forth to prevent them from maintaining contact with her poor bare feet, but the women began to hold them still, forcing her to just endure the tickly sensations down there.

As they feathered around it, her punany almost gushed her womanly fluid. But others joined in by tickling her up-stretched underarms or on her belly and the persistent featherings there, combined with the scratchy tickles she was getting on the bottoms of her feet, had the tall Asian woman fighting every restraint as she spiraled into another laughing fit. Someone inserted the butt end of a feather between two of her tightly clenched little toes and directed the rounded tip right onto the sensitive skin at their bases, eliciting loud squeals and a lot more laughter from the ticklish Tylee.

“…EEEEEEEEEE..HAHAHAHAHA….EEEEEE..EEEEE..EEEEEEEEHEEHEEHAHAHAHAHA…”

She laughed so hard that she did not notice the Emperor tell one of the wives to take a feather duster and tickle her wet pussy with it. She did not realize, that is, until those soft feathery sensations began to claim every inch of her aroused womanhood. She’d been longing for it for what seemed like an eternity to her, and now her sorely neglected clitoris and her pouting labia where being wonderfully tickled all over and at the same time. In the midst of her despair and laughing hysteria, her facial expression completely changed. A look of immense satisfaction came over her and she let her body go limp as they all continued to tickle her.

The feather duster between her legs changed everything. As he tickled her there, orgasm after orgasm just flowed easily out of her. It felt so wonderful that even the invasive tickles in her other sensitive areas actually felt wonderful and another then another climax poured out of the tall Chinese woman. She just moaned and grunted, as she was finally drained of her lust.

From that moment on, all it took was a wiggling of the fingers or a conspicuously displayed feather from anyone in the house to remind Tylee of the experience. It was not so difficult to get her to fall in line after that.

**The End**