Madam Tickles
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Part 1
This is the story of Sebastian, The Seeker to Midian. Midian was a small Provence in Euphatia. Midian had about 300 villagers. Most were farmers working the land to make a living. Anything left over went to market in Verikesh. Verikesh was the largest city in Euphoria. It was bustling with farmers and merchants coming and going, always with something to sell or trade.
It was the Seeker's job to protect the populous of Midian. He had one other task that he performed with the help of the Confessor Majia. The Seeker was a seeker of the ticklish in Midian. Confessor Majia used tickling to get a confession if a crime was committed. She was also tickler to the Seeker ,who was extremely ticklish.
The Seeker knew that once he found out who was ticklish in Midian, he had to protect them first because of their enemies. To the West were the Sisters of the Feather; who used tickling to torture their enemies for information. To the East was the The Keeper. He was also the archenemy of the Seeker. The Keeper used tickling to intimidate and control his captives. While the Keeper was not ticklish, he was extremely good at tickling.
To the North were the mountains where the Royals lived. They were not enemies to any faction, but they were also in need of protection because they were the most ticklish of all. Finally the Valley of Perticklian was to the South. It was inhabited by the Spirit Ticklers. If you wandered into the Valley, the spirit ticklers would attack and tickle you nearly to death. It was also the training ground for new wizards, who had to withstand the tickling of the Spirit Ticklers.
Tale of the Confessor F/M
The Confessor Majia walked freely among the people of Midian, speaking to those who came to her. While she was at the fruit market, she shivered as she felt a hand lightly slide around her shapely waist.
"Why so jumpy Confessor?" asked Reagent. Reagent was an adversary of hers from her early years as Confessor. She had gotten him to confess by tickling the bottoms of his feet with a course tickling brush. He held out as long as he could, but gave into loud, ticklish laughter till he finally confessed his crime. His punishment was long and .... Tickly. He was sent to the Valley of Perticklian, doomed to wander and withstand the tickles of the Spirit Ticklers for 20 years. This served to make him even more ticklish and to look for a way to get his revenge. He also knew that the Confessor was ticklish only on her ribs and underarms. He knew this because they were bonded long before he confessed to her. The marriage never took place because Reagent was wandering in the Valley all those years.
Majia turned and saw Reagent. His face was tanned with deep lines from all the years of ticklish laughter he endured in the Valley of Perticklian. Al tough he and the Confessor were of the same age. he had aged 20 years from his punishment.
"The years have not been kind to you Reagent." said Majia. Reagent looked away, then looked her in the eye with his piercing blue eyes. "You try staying the same after 20 years of daily tickling." Majia looked away for a moment. "You know you had to be punished for your crime. So.. Why are you here?"
Reagent smiled. "You always did like to get right to the point! We are still bonded, but not married. We need to finish what the Elders of Brayant started for us. It is our destiny.. even if we don't like it."
Majia nodded. She knew the law and the Prophecy of Gigglian. "Two who have been bonded will commit to each other by vow and by tickling. once committed, the two will seek the word of Daphia, Oracle of Gigglian to find their true destiny."
Majia whispered to Reagent, "You know the law demands public tickling as part of the ceremony. Tickling of our most ticklish spot by Mercia." Reagent nodded. Mercia was the Abbess to the Sisters of the Feather. She was also the Mistress of Punishment; which was always tickling and always ruthless.
Mercia was served by Hedjian, her personal tickler. Only Hedjian knew where and know ticklish Mercia was. Both enjoyed the tickling. She needed to be approached for permission to commit. Each person bonded had to go before her apart. Each must endure the Test of Sincerity.
Mercia used this to test how sincere each of the bondees were in making their request. She would tie the bondee down in a chair and expose a part of the body for tickling with a special tickler made of hair of a Goamel. The hair was course enough to case extreme tickling. If the bondee withstood the tickling for one turn of a small hourglass, then Mercia would release them and agree to the commitment ceremony.
Since Reagent wanted the commitment to be honored, he approached Mercia first. He trekked up to the Abby and requested an audience with Mercia. When she saw him, she smiled. "Out of the Valley of Perticklian I see.The Spirit Ticklers took their toll on you. What do you ask of me?" Mercia said.
Reagent stood before her and kneel ed. "To honor the bonding between the Confessor known as Majia and to make the Commitment of Life." Mercia stood over Reagent and asked. "Is your request sincere?" Reagent stood up. "Yes it is sincere Mother Abbess." Mercia smiled at the thought of tickling Reagent again. "Prove your sincerity by partaking in the Test of Sincerity."
Reagent bowed before Mercia. "Yes Mistress Mercia." Mercia smiled as she summoned two of her followers to take Reagent to the public tickling place. "Prepare him well for I will punish you if he fails the Test. Reagent, If memory serves me, your feet are your most ticklish place?"
Reagent inhaled slowly, then nodded. "Unbearably so Mistress. They were the most tormented by the Spirit Ticklers in the Valley of Perticklian." Mercia smiled and ordered Reagent taken to have his feet washed and well oiled.
Reagent was led to the preparation room, his feet stripped of his boots and socks. As the women washed and oiled his feet, Reagent tried hard to fightback the giggles, but gave in and began giggling. He was brought out to the center of the village and strapped into a chair. His feet were slid into stocks. As the top of the stocks slammed shut, he jumped as much as his restraints would allow.
The villagers assembled, Confessor Majia watched as Abbess Mercia spoke to the villagers and told them of Reagent's intention to make the Commitment of Life to the Confessor.
"Tradition holds that The Test of Sincerity be administered to prove that the desire to make the Commitment of Life is truly sincere. If Reagent fails, there will be no ceremony and Reagent will be sentenced to additional tickling by the Seeker. Let the test begin!" exclaimed Mercia.
She sat down in front of the stocks, Reagent's bare feet sticking helplessly through the holes. His feet were soft from the washing and slippery from the oil. Mercia began by running her nails along the outer edges of his feet, Reagent began giggling as soon as he felt the touch of Mercia's nails on his ticklish skin. She ran her nails across the top of his feet with short, Tickly strokes. Reagent struggled and thrashed back and forth, laughter cascading out of him as Mercia showed no mercy.
She took two phoenix feathers and began tickling between his toes, sending him into hysterical laughing, his head thrashing back and forth, sweat falling off of him droplet by droplet.
As Mercia tickled Reagent, Majia began giggling in ticklish empathy, a true sign of sincerity. Mercia took a small comb with points on the teeth. She began stroking the comb up and down his feet, top to ticklish bottom. Reagent howled in ticklish laughter. Mercia felt her own ticklishness bubbling to the surface, another sign of true sincerity. She bit her lip to keep from giggling as she tickled his feet. Reagent began to slip into a euphoric, ticklish state, the final true sign of sincerity.
Once Mercia saw this last sign, she stopped tickling his feet and announce that he was sincere. Reagent was led away to recover form the test. Mercia retreated to her private chamber, worn form the tickling test and in great need to release her own ticklish tension. She summoned Hedjian, her personal tickler.
End of Part 1
Part 2 - Mercia and Hedjian F/F
After Mercia released Reagent, she quickly went to her private chamber and stripped herself naked. She laid on her back on her bed giggling girlishly as a reaction to tickling Reagent's feet. His extreme ticklishness had woken a deeper ticklishness within her, making Mercia vulnerable.
Hedjian heard the giggling and quickly entered Mercia's chamber. She saw Mercia writhing and giggling on the bed, frantic with ticklish sensations. Hedjian knew immediately what she needed to do.
She got fine silk ropes and tied her Mistress down spread eagled on the bed. Mercia struggled until she saw that Hedjian preparing to tickle her. "Please.. PLEASE my sweet Hedjian.... I'm feeling so ticklish! Tickle me! TICKLE ME!!!"
Hedjian knew that Mercia would become insane if not tickled, extremely tickled. Hedjian ran her nails down Mercia's ribs and across her ticklish belly, then along the underside of her ribcage. Mercia shrieked with laughter as Hedjian kept up the random tickling. She took the feather of the Great Phoenix of Avalon and began tickling Mercia's tender armpits, then stroking the feather down the sides of her firm breasts; making Mercia writhe and wriggle as she laughed hysterically. Hedjia took the feather and began making circles around Mercia's pink,erect nipples. Mercia giggled as she arched her back and pointed her firm breasts up to meet the feather's tip. Hedjiam teased and tickled Mercia's nipples with the tip of the feather. Then she unbranded her hair and began tickling Mercia's nipples with the ends of her braids. This drove Mercia into hysterical laughter. Hedjian smiled and continued to use the ends of her braids to tickle Merci's breasts and underarms.
This is the story of Sebastian, The Seeker to Midian. Midian was a small Provence in Euphatia. Midian had about 300 villagers. Most were farmers working the land to make a living. Anything left over went to market in Verikesh. Verikesh was the largest city in Euphoria. It was bustling with farmers and merchants coming and going, always with something to sell or trade.
It was the Seeker's job to protect the populous of Midian. He had one other task that he performed with the help of the Confessor Majia. The Seeker was a seeker of the ticklish in Midian. Confessor Majia used tickling to get a confession if a crime was committed. She was also tickler to the Seeker ,who was extremely ticklish.
The Seeker knew that once he found out who was ticklish in Midian, he had to protect them first because of their enemies. To the West were the Sisters of the Feather; who used tickling to torture their enemies for information. To the East was the The Keeper. He was also the archenemy of the Seeker. The Keeper used tickling to intimidate and control his captives. While the Keeper was not ticklish, he was extremely good at tickling.
To the North were the mountains where the Royals lived. They were not enemies to any faction, but they were also in need of protection because they were the most ticklish of all. Finally the Valley of Perticklian was to the South. It was inhabited by the Spirit Ticklers. If you wandered into the Valley, the spirit ticklers would attack and tickle you nearly to death. It was also the training ground for new wizards, who had to withstand the tickling of the Spirit Ticklers.
Tale of the Confessor F/M
The Confessor Majia walked freely among the people of Midian, speaking to those who came to her. While she was at the fruit market, she shivered as she felt a hand lightly slide around her shapely waist.
"Why so jumpy Confessor?" asked Reagent. Reagent was an adversary of hers from her early years as Confessor. She had gotten him to confess by tickling the bottoms of his feet with a course tickling brush. He held out as long as he could, but gave into loud, ticklish laughter till he finally confessed his crime. His punishment was long and .... Tickly. He was sent to the Valley of Perticklian, doomed to wander and withstand the tickles of the Spirit Ticklers for 20 years. This served to make him even more ticklish and to look for a way to get his revenge. He also knew that the Confessor was ticklish only on her ribs and underarms. He knew this because they were bonded long before he confessed to her. The marriage never took place because Reagent was wandering in the Valley all those years.
Majia turned and saw Reagent. His face was tanned with deep lines from all the years of ticklish laughter he endured in the Valley of Perticklian. Al tough he and the Confessor were of the same age. he had aged 20 years from his punishment.
"The years have not been kind to you Reagent." said Majia. Reagent looked away, then looked her in the eye with his piercing blue eyes. "You try staying the same after 20 years of daily tickling." Majia looked away for a moment. "You know you had to be punished for your crime. So.. Why are you here?"
Reagent smiled. "You always did like to get right to the point! We are still bonded, but not married. We need to finish what the Elders of Brayant started for us. It is our destiny.. even if we don't like it."
Majia nodded. She knew the law and the Prophecy of Gigglian. "Two who have been bonded will commit to each other by vow and by tickling. once committed, the two will seek the word of Daphia, Oracle of Gigglian to find their true destiny."
Majia whispered to Reagent, "You know the law demands public tickling as part of the ceremony. Tickling of our most ticklish spot by Mercia." Reagent nodded. Mercia was the Abbess to the Sisters of the Feather. She was also the Mistress of Punishment; which was always tickling and always ruthless.
Mercia was served by Hedjian, her personal tickler. Only Hedjian knew where and know ticklish Mercia was. Both enjoyed the tickling. She needed to be approached for permission to commit. Each person bonded had to go before her apart. Each must endure the Test of Sincerity.
Mercia used this to test how sincere each of the bondees were in making their request. She would tie the bondee down in a chair and expose a part of the body for tickling with a special tickler made of hair of a Goamel. The hair was course enough to case extreme tickling. If the bondee withstood the tickling for one turn of a small hourglass, then Mercia would release them and agree to the commitment ceremony.
Since Reagent wanted the commitment to be honored, he approached Mercia first. He trekked up to the Abby and requested an audience with Mercia. When she saw him, she smiled. "Out of the Valley of Perticklian I see.The Spirit Ticklers took their toll on you. What do you ask of me?" Mercia said.
Reagent stood before her and kneel ed. "To honor the bonding between the Confessor known as Majia and to make the Commitment of Life." Mercia stood over Reagent and asked. "Is your request sincere?" Reagent stood up. "Yes it is sincere Mother Abbess." Mercia smiled at the thought of tickling Reagent again. "Prove your sincerity by partaking in the Test of Sincerity."
Reagent bowed before Mercia. "Yes Mistress Mercia." Mercia smiled as she summoned two of her followers to take Reagent to the public tickling place. "Prepare him well for I will punish you if he fails the Test. Reagent, If memory serves me, your feet are your most ticklish place?"
Reagent inhaled slowly, then nodded. "Unbearably so Mistress. They were the most tormented by the Spirit Ticklers in the Valley of Perticklian." Mercia smiled and ordered Reagent taken to have his feet washed and well oiled.
Reagent was led to the preparation room, his feet stripped of his boots and socks. As the women washed and oiled his feet, Reagent tried hard to fightback the giggles, but gave in and began giggling. He was brought out to the center of the village and strapped into a chair. His feet were slid into stocks. As the top of the stocks slammed shut, he jumped as much as his restraints would allow.
The villagers assembled, Confessor Majia watched as Abbess Mercia spoke to the villagers and told them of Reagent's intention to make the Commitment of Life to the Confessor.
"Tradition holds that The Test of Sincerity be administered to prove that the desire to make the Commitment of Life is truly sincere. If Reagent fails, there will be no ceremony and Reagent will be sentenced to additional tickling by the Seeker. Let the test begin!" exclaimed Mercia.
She sat down in front of the stocks, Reagent's bare feet sticking helplessly through the holes. His feet were soft from the washing and slippery from the oil. Mercia began by running her nails along the outer edges of his feet, Reagent began giggling as soon as he felt the touch of Mercia's nails on his ticklish skin. She ran her nails across the top of his feet with short, Tickly strokes. Reagent struggled and thrashed back and forth, laughter cascading out of him as Mercia showed no mercy.
She took two phoenix feathers and began tickling between his toes, sending him into hysterical laughing, his head thrashing back and forth, sweat falling off of him droplet by droplet.
As Mercia tickled Reagent, Majia began giggling in ticklish empathy, a true sign of sincerity. Mercia took a small comb with points on the teeth. She began stroking the comb up and down his feet, top to ticklish bottom. Reagent howled in ticklish laughter. Mercia felt her own ticklishness bubbling to the surface, another sign of true sincerity. She bit her lip to keep from giggling as she tickled his feet. Reagent began to slip into a euphoric, ticklish state, the final true sign of sincerity.
Once Mercia saw this last sign, she stopped tickling his feet and announce that he was sincere. Reagent was led away to recover form the test. Mercia retreated to her private chamber, worn form the tickling test and in great need to release her own ticklish tension. She summoned Hedjian, her personal tickler.
End of Part 1
Part 2 - Mercia and Hedjian F/F
After Mercia released Reagent, she quickly went to her private chamber and stripped herself naked. She laid on her back on her bed giggling girlishly as a reaction to tickling Reagent's feet. His extreme ticklishness had woken a deeper ticklishness within her, making Mercia vulnerable.
Hedjian heard the giggling and quickly entered Mercia's chamber. She saw Mercia writhing and giggling on the bed, frantic with ticklish sensations. Hedjian knew immediately what she needed to do.
She got fine silk ropes and tied her Mistress down spread eagled on the bed. Mercia struggled until she saw that Hedjian preparing to tickle her. "Please.. PLEASE my sweet Hedjian.... I'm feeling so ticklish! Tickle me! TICKLE ME!!!"
Hedjian knew that Mercia would become insane if not tickled, extremely tickled. Hedjian ran her nails down Mercia's ribs and across her ticklish belly, then along the underside of her ribcage. Mercia shrieked with laughter as Hedjian kept up the random tickling. She took the feather of the Great Phoenix of Avalon and began tickling Mercia's tender armpits, then stroking the feather down the sides of her firm breasts; making Mercia writhe and wriggle as she laughed hysterically. Hedjia took the feather and began making circles around Mercia's pink,erect nipples. Mercia giggled as she arched her back and pointed her firm breasts up to meet the feather's tip. Hedjiam teased and tickled Mercia's nipples with the tip of the feather. Then she unbranded her hair and began tickling Mercia's nipples with the ends of her braids. This drove Mercia into hysterical laughter. Hedjian smiled and continued to use the ends of her braids to tickle Merci's breasts and underarms.
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