FeatherLady
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Hysterical laughter and frantic pleading could be heard in the royal chambers. "NOOOOOOOO! STOOOP! PLEEASE! PLEEEEEASE STOP! " Qin Shi, high Sultan of Dowrow Provence screaming between hard laughter and hysterical laughter. He was being "attended" by his private tickler The Master. The Master came from a small isle of the coast of Dowrow Provence. He was groomed and trained to be a master tickler. The Master was himself extremely ticklish, and was tickled regularly, so he know where to tickle on others so get the maximum ticklish feeling and eventually, laughter.
He was assigned to be the royal tickler to Qin Shi, high Sultan of Dowrow Provence. He had heard rumors about how unbearably ticklish Qin Shi was. All Qin Shi's other ticklers were sent away because the couldn't cope with how ticklish Qin Shi was. They could never keep him satisfied or in constant ticklish laughter; until The Master came.
The Master slowly striped off the Sultan's clothing on his upper body. Then he tied his arms up over his head, making Qin Shi nervous and more ticklish. This is what the Master was counting on. He lightly stroked the sultan's ribs up and down. The sultan beathed in hard and tried to break free from the ropes that bound him to the Rack. He could feel the light, tickly strokes along his ribs and down along his sides and hips. He tried franticly to break away and hide from the Master. (More tickles to come!! ; )
He was assigned to be the royal tickler to Qin Shi, high Sultan of Dowrow Provence. He had heard rumors about how unbearably ticklish Qin Shi was. All Qin Shi's other ticklers were sent away because the couldn't cope with how ticklish Qin Shi was. They could never keep him satisfied or in constant ticklish laughter; until The Master came.
The Master slowly striped off the Sultan's clothing on his upper body. Then he tied his arms up over his head, making Qin Shi nervous and more ticklish. This is what the Master was counting on. He lightly stroked the sultan's ribs up and down. The sultan beathed in hard and tried to break free from the ropes that bound him to the Rack. He could feel the light, tickly strokes along his ribs and down along his sides and hips. He tried franticly to break away and hide from the Master. (More tickles to come!! ; )
