Madam Tickles
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King Shahryar was an unsettled man. Very suspicious and very obsessive. He was unsuccessful in finding a wife that could satisfy him and his most unusual need. Shahryar was extremely ticklish as well as being a tickler of some merit. He spent his time looking for a wife that could tickle him into Ecstasy, and one that he could tickle as well.
His advisor's would bring him women to try and fulfill his desire. He would marry them, take them to his bed chamber, and try to get his brides to tickle him. They would make a poor attempt at tickling him. He would become frustrated and then try and tickle them back. His bride would not allow the king to tickle her or she would let him tickle them only for a short while, then the bride would become bored.
After one night, Shahryar would have the bride beheaded. He had gone through many brides, none of them living in matrimony with him more than one day. He was becoming short tempered and frustrated and fell deep into despair.
The local chief of the village. Chief Vizier had two daughters, Dinqzada and her older sister, Scheherazade. Scheherazade was known in the village for her ability to tell stories. She would often keep the people in the village captivated by her tales of the adventures of thieves, genies from lamps and such.
Scheherazade had one other unique ability. She was an expert tickler. She could sneak up on anyone she knew to be ticklish and before they knew it, she had them rolling around on the ground giggling and begging for mercy from her quick, tickling fingers and nails.
As she was an expert tickler, so was she ticklish herself, many a suitor spending the night running their fingertips along her ticklish curves, making her giggle and thrash about. She was devious though, not accepting any suitor, just teasing them with her ticklish body and then attacking their ticklish bodies. Her father, Vizier was upset with her because she would not pick one man to court.
Then she heard about the King who could not be satisfied and went to her father. "I want to go to King Shahryar and be his bride." she said to her father. Vizier looked at his daughter and exclaimed; "Foolish girl! Do you not know that no woman has survived one night married to Shahryar without loosing her head in the morning?!"
"But Father, I could tell him a story and tickle him as I am telling it, then letting him explore my body, finding all my ticklish spots. I am sure I can give him the satisfaction he craves. He will not behead me Father!" replied Scheherazade.
Against his better judgment, he consented to an introduction to Shahryar.
When Shahryar met Scheherazade, he looked at her. "Never have I ever seen such beauty in a woman" he thought to himself. He looked at her and asked, "Why should I marry you and make you my Queen?"
Scheherazade looked back at him and tossed her head back and forth, laughing, her long, black hair tossing back and forth . "Because I can give you what you crave my King..!" Scheherazade was setting him up for a sneak tickling attack. The King, unaware of what she was doing looked at her and replied back, "And what is it that I carve Scheherazade?"
She smiled and moved closer to Shahryar, then pulled off his shirt. "This is what you carve!" She began tickling his ribs and underarms playfully, catching him off guard. Surprised by her attack, he dissolved into boyish laughter, trying to protect his sensitive ribcage. She found a way under his fingers and began a more firm tickling, sending him into harder laughter.
Caught off guard by her playfulness, Shahryar grabbed Scheherazade's hands and puled toward him and gently kissed her fully on her lips. While he was kissing her, he slide his hands down hr ribs and gently tickled them. Scheherazade giggled, but did not pull away as all the other brides had. Shahryar smiled and whispers, "So the attacker is also ticklish!" Scheherazade smiled and kissed the king back, then smiled at the King. He looked at her and said, "I have heard that you have a gift for telling wild, outrageous stories. Tell me one."
This was the moment that Scheherazade was waiting for. "My Lord, To tell you this story, I will have to prepare you." The King's curiosity sprang up."And what will you do to prepare me for this story?" He asked. Scheherazade smiled. "Let me show you !"she exclaimed. The she began stripping Shahryar till he was nearly naked. Then she laid down next to him and stroked his hair gently with her hands, then stroked his neck and shoulders. Shahryar giggling boyishly as Scheherazade continued exploring his ticklish spots. Then he grabbed her hands and held them tightly. "A story.. you promised me a story! I have heard of your wondrous story telling abilities." exclaimed the King.
Scheherazade smiled. "Yes I did promise you a story." She smiled as she thought to herself that Shahryar was nothing more that a playfully child. "She laid comfortably next to Shahryar side and began as all stories do..., "Once upon a time..."
End Part One
Part Two Aladdin's Lamp F/M M/M
Aladdin was a young man who lived with his wife. He was young and naive and very trusting. This usually got him into trouble.He and his wife lived in a small village in China. He worked at odd jobs to help keep himself and his mother fed and to keep a roof over their heads.
On this particular day, he had gone into town to go to the market place. He was fortunate and was able to earn a bit extra in his daily pay. As he was walking, an old man was at the side of the road who called to him. Aladdin stopped to see what he wanted, not knowing that he was sorcerer from Maghreb. The sorcerer explained to Aladdin that he needed help finding this wonderful lamp....
King Shahryar listened intently as Scheherazade told the story. As she was telling the story, she ran her nails up his ribcage gently. surprised by this, the King squirmed and let out a giggle. Scheherazade continued the story...
Aladdin went with Maghreb to look for this lamp. They set off walking to the Caves. The sun was setting and Maghreb told Aladdin that they were camping for the night and would start again in the morning. After the two had set up camp and were cooking, Aladdin noticed the ring on Maghreb hand. "Master... What kind of ring is that? I've never seen a gemstone like that." Maghreb laughed and replied, "This is a very special ring. There is a genie trapped inside... he is trapped in there for a very good reason... His name is Ba'sith. Ba'Sith is a tickler genie."
Fascinated, Aladdin sat closer and asked "How did he get put inside the ring?" Maghreb continued. "Long ago Ba'Sith was part of the royal court for a sultan called Suliman. Suliman was an evil ruler, one who imposed heavy taxes on his people. He also partook in an especially ruthless form of torture.. Tickling. He used tickling because it did not show any marks as a beating would. He searched everywhere for a tickler to carry out his deeds and found one.. Ba'Sith. Ba'Sith tickle tortured most of the Sultan's enemies.
His advisor's would bring him women to try and fulfill his desire. He would marry them, take them to his bed chamber, and try to get his brides to tickle him. They would make a poor attempt at tickling him. He would become frustrated and then try and tickle them back. His bride would not allow the king to tickle her or she would let him tickle them only for a short while, then the bride would become bored.
After one night, Shahryar would have the bride beheaded. He had gone through many brides, none of them living in matrimony with him more than one day. He was becoming short tempered and frustrated and fell deep into despair.
The local chief of the village. Chief Vizier had two daughters, Dinqzada and her older sister, Scheherazade. Scheherazade was known in the village for her ability to tell stories. She would often keep the people in the village captivated by her tales of the adventures of thieves, genies from lamps and such.
Scheherazade had one other unique ability. She was an expert tickler. She could sneak up on anyone she knew to be ticklish and before they knew it, she had them rolling around on the ground giggling and begging for mercy from her quick, tickling fingers and nails.
As she was an expert tickler, so was she ticklish herself, many a suitor spending the night running their fingertips along her ticklish curves, making her giggle and thrash about. She was devious though, not accepting any suitor, just teasing them with her ticklish body and then attacking their ticklish bodies. Her father, Vizier was upset with her because she would not pick one man to court.
Then she heard about the King who could not be satisfied and went to her father. "I want to go to King Shahryar and be his bride." she said to her father. Vizier looked at his daughter and exclaimed; "Foolish girl! Do you not know that no woman has survived one night married to Shahryar without loosing her head in the morning?!"
"But Father, I could tell him a story and tickle him as I am telling it, then letting him explore my body, finding all my ticklish spots. I am sure I can give him the satisfaction he craves. He will not behead me Father!" replied Scheherazade.
Against his better judgment, he consented to an introduction to Shahryar.
When Shahryar met Scheherazade, he looked at her. "Never have I ever seen such beauty in a woman" he thought to himself. He looked at her and asked, "Why should I marry you and make you my Queen?"
Scheherazade looked back at him and tossed her head back and forth, laughing, her long, black hair tossing back and forth . "Because I can give you what you crave my King..!" Scheherazade was setting him up for a sneak tickling attack. The King, unaware of what she was doing looked at her and replied back, "And what is it that I carve Scheherazade?"
She smiled and moved closer to Shahryar, then pulled off his shirt. "This is what you carve!" She began tickling his ribs and underarms playfully, catching him off guard. Surprised by her attack, he dissolved into boyish laughter, trying to protect his sensitive ribcage. She found a way under his fingers and began a more firm tickling, sending him into harder laughter.
Caught off guard by her playfulness, Shahryar grabbed Scheherazade's hands and puled toward him and gently kissed her fully on her lips. While he was kissing her, he slide his hands down hr ribs and gently tickled them. Scheherazade giggled, but did not pull away as all the other brides had. Shahryar smiled and whispers, "So the attacker is also ticklish!" Scheherazade smiled and kissed the king back, then smiled at the King. He looked at her and said, "I have heard that you have a gift for telling wild, outrageous stories. Tell me one."
This was the moment that Scheherazade was waiting for. "My Lord, To tell you this story, I will have to prepare you." The King's curiosity sprang up."And what will you do to prepare me for this story?" He asked. Scheherazade smiled. "Let me show you !"she exclaimed. The she began stripping Shahryar till he was nearly naked. Then she laid down next to him and stroked his hair gently with her hands, then stroked his neck and shoulders. Shahryar giggling boyishly as Scheherazade continued exploring his ticklish spots. Then he grabbed her hands and held them tightly. "A story.. you promised me a story! I have heard of your wondrous story telling abilities." exclaimed the King.
Scheherazade smiled. "Yes I did promise you a story." She smiled as she thought to herself that Shahryar was nothing more that a playfully child. "She laid comfortably next to Shahryar side and began as all stories do..., "Once upon a time..."
End Part One
Part Two Aladdin's Lamp F/M M/M
Aladdin was a young man who lived with his wife. He was young and naive and very trusting. This usually got him into trouble.He and his wife lived in a small village in China. He worked at odd jobs to help keep himself and his mother fed and to keep a roof over their heads.
On this particular day, he had gone into town to go to the market place. He was fortunate and was able to earn a bit extra in his daily pay. As he was walking, an old man was at the side of the road who called to him. Aladdin stopped to see what he wanted, not knowing that he was sorcerer from Maghreb. The sorcerer explained to Aladdin that he needed help finding this wonderful lamp....
King Shahryar listened intently as Scheherazade told the story. As she was telling the story, she ran her nails up his ribcage gently. surprised by this, the King squirmed and let out a giggle. Scheherazade continued the story...
Aladdin went with Maghreb to look for this lamp. They set off walking to the Caves. The sun was setting and Maghreb told Aladdin that they were camping for the night and would start again in the morning. After the two had set up camp and were cooking, Aladdin noticed the ring on Maghreb hand. "Master... What kind of ring is that? I've never seen a gemstone like that." Maghreb laughed and replied, "This is a very special ring. There is a genie trapped inside... he is trapped in there for a very good reason... His name is Ba'sith. Ba'Sith is a tickler genie."
Fascinated, Aladdin sat closer and asked "How did he get put inside the ring?" Maghreb continued. "Long ago Ba'Sith was part of the royal court for a sultan called Suliman. Suliman was an evil ruler, one who imposed heavy taxes on his people. He also partook in an especially ruthless form of torture.. Tickling. He used tickling because it did not show any marks as a beating would. He searched everywhere for a tickler to carry out his deeds and found one.. Ba'Sith. Ba'Sith tickle tortured most of the Sultan's enemies.
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