Madam Tickles
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Adair, Sultan of Akbari paced back and forth in the royal chambers. His son, Zalman was to meet him there so Adair could "show him off" to the merchants from the surrounding lands. "My son... He causes me such worries. He is my only heir! What am I to do?"; Adair thought to himself.One of the royal aids entered the room quietly and said,"The merchants are getting restless. They have many things to discuss with you. The time is growing late."
"Yes.. yes.. I know the time is late, but my son is not here yet." Adair replied. The aid shook his head. "You cannot keep these men waiting for much longer. They have come a long way to have an audience with you." Adair agreed.
"Tell them I am coming to join them in the great hall; and go and get my brother Musheer. I shall want to speak with him." Adair ordered. The aid bowed and backed out of the room. Adair sighed and left to go to the great hall.
When he arrived, he was immediately confronted by his guards. They had a goat herder with them,who had stolen some goats from Akbar.
He whispered to the guard who smiled and left the room quickly, leaving the goat herder with another guard. Adair looked at the goat herder. "So you think you can just come into my city and steal from my quests?" The goat herder lowered his eyes and did not answer. Adair grabbed some hair on the man's head and pulled his head up so he could look into the man's eyes.
Adair looked at his visitors. "Who accuses this man of stealing?" he asked. A tall and stately man came forward. "I accuse him. One of my herders caught him trying to take one of my best goats out of the heard."
Adair looked at the man and immediately knew him as Akbar. Akbar was very wealthy and had come to see Adair many times to trade his goats. "If this man was found stealing in your Provence, how would you punish him?" Adair asked.
Akbar smiled. "In my city, our Sultan has an unique punishment. One that does not leave any marks on the body, but is the worse form of torture because it can drive a man insane."
Adair stroked his beard thought fully. "A punishment that leaves no marks except on the soul of the man? What manner of punishment is this?' Adair was curious now. Akbar laughed. "We make the prisoner laugh until he can hardly breath. It is called tickling. It is punishment done in the Orient to spys and royals that have committed crimes. It can be quite entertaining!"
Adar smiled. He was familiar with this method of punishment and enjoyed it very much. Adar's guard came back wiht a set of wooded stocks and a chair with a small cross beam set in the backrest of the chair.
"Tie the prisoner in the chair and remove his shirt and shoes." ordered Adar. Akbar came forward to Adar. "May I have the privilege of punishing the goat herder myself? I use tickling as a form of punishment wiht my servants." Adar smiled and said, "Of course. Besides I have no tickler in my court."
The goat herder was seated ion the chair, his arms tied on the cross beam, his upper body naked. His legs were outstretched and tied down. His bare feet were placed in the stocks and locked in. The goat herder shivered in the coolness of the chamber.
Akbar looked squarely at the goat herder. "I will teach you a lesson! You will never steal from me or anyone else when I am done with you!!" He took a stool and sat down by the goat herder's bare feet. Akbar ran his fingertips under the goat herder's toes. Laughter bubbled up from the pit of the herder's belly. He giggled and tried to pull his feet away. Then Akbar began stroking his nails up and down the soles of the herder's feet. The goat herder laughed harder and struggled more and more, trying to avoid those nails on his sensitive feet.
Seeing that the herder was quite ticklish, Akbar began tickling his lower ribs, making the herder thrash around in the chair as much as the ropes would allow.
While Akbar was punishing this goat herder, the Sultan's son , Zalman quietly entered the chamber and stood next to his father. He saw how his father enjoyed the tickling of this prisoner. "This form of punishment is so much better than the whip!" Zalman whispered. Adar turned to his son and hit him firmly. "You are late! We will discuss this later." Adar whispered. Zalman lowered his eyes. He knew his father was angry, but because there was a group of merchants present as well as a punishment taking place, he knew his father would speak to him privately.
AS Akbar continued tickling the herder, he stopped when he saw that the man was nearly breathless. Adar smiled and clapped his hands together to call for the guard to come and remove the herder.
The guard came and cut the ropes and dragged the herder away. Akbar was happy, his goat was returned and business could go on as usual in Adar's chambers.
He introduced his son to the merchants and concluded his business wiht them. As the men were leaving, Musheer came out of the shadows to talk wiht Adar. "You summoned me, brother?" Adar shook his head as he said "Yes. I need your advice about Zalman." Akbar had not yet left and overheard the two men talking. "May I interrupt Adar?" he said respectfully. Adar and Musheer looked at him. "What is it Akbar?" Adar asked curiously.
"I noticed that your son was late in getting here. I sense you have concerns about him" Akbar said. Adar nodded. "You are very perceptive Akbar, but this is a family matter." Adar replied firmly. "Yes I know. My apologies, but I have had much success with my method of punishment. My servants are obedient lest they feel my fingers on their ticklish flesh."
Musheer agreed with Akbar. "You have tried everything else short of the whip. After all, some day he will take your place and this country needs to know that their Sultan is trustworthy and a true leader. Besides, Zalman is quite ticklish!"
"Let me have some time with him." pleaded Akbar. "I will show you that he will be more ... cooperative with your wishes from now on." Musheer and Adar spoke quietly. "It can't hurt. Besides.. he has made a fool out of you before everyone." Adar nodded again and said to Akbar, "Do what you must with Zalman." Akbar bowed and replied, "Yes my Sultan. I will do my best to correct your son's disobedience."
Later that evening, Adar summoned Zalman to his chambers. Waiting for Zalman was Akbar and one royal guard. Zalman took is time as usual in getting to his father's chamber. When he finally entered the room, his father shot an angry look at him. "Once again you have made a fool out me!" Adar yelled. Zalman was used to his father admonishing him, but this time felt different. Zalman bowed low. "I am sorry my father. I did not mean to make you appear foolish." he said as sincerely as he could. Adar put his hand on his son's shoulder firmly. "You must understand my son that one day you will be Sultan. You must make more of an effort to be responsible. to that end, I have someone who will assist you."
Adar summoned Akbar to come. Akbar came over and looked Zalman over, sizing him up. "I am Akbar,merchant from the upper regions of Akbari. It was my family that Akbari is named for." Zalman bowed. "Ah yes.. I saw you having the goat herder punished today. You have a most interesting form of punishment." Akbar smiled. "Yes. It was first shown to me by a ruler in Cathay. It can also be quite pleasurable when not used as punishment." Akbar walked around Zalman, continuing to size him up. Then without warning, he goosed Zalman in the ribs. Zalman jumped and giggled, protectively clapping his arms tightly against his ribs. Akbar laughed. "What is the matter? " he asked. Zalman laughed. "You seemed to find a ticklish spot!"
Akbar smiled. "Yes. It seems I have. Now I have been talking with your father. It seems that you have caused him some embarrassment. I think it is time to change that. Don't you agree Adar?" Adar shook his head in agreement. "Zalman, You are to go with Akbar back to his village. You will be taught to be more responsible and made ready for the three trials of manhood." Zalman bowed to his father. "My father.. Is it really necessary for me to go? Why can't this take place here?" Akbar stepped forward. "It is necessary for you to be completely away from all distractions of your life."
Adar agreed. He embraced his son. "Go now, my son and be well." Adar clapped his hands and had the royal guard escort Zalman to the courtyard and into Adar's caravan. As Akbar's caravan left, Adar watched. Musheer stood by him. "Do not worry my brother. Zalmon will come home a changed man; a changed man because he will have the fear of being tickled ingrained in him!" Adar smiled. "I hope so...."
End part 1
Trials of Adar Part 2 The Discipline m/m f/m
Zalmon followed Akbar into his caravan. "So.. You have embarrassed your father, eh?" Akbar asked. Zalmon laughed. "He'll get over it. I know that he expects me to be the next Sultan, but I have very little interest in it." Akbar stared at the young man. "So arrogant for someone so young and privileged." exclaimed Akbar. Zalmon did not answer him and looked out at the night sky. Akbar stopped the caravan for the night. While Zalmon went into his tent to lay down, Akbar whispered to one of his guards. The guard slipped off into the night.
Zalmon was laying on the cushions wishing to escape back to his home and his friends. He closed his eyes and tried to imagine what he would be doing at home. Akbar opened the tent flap and entered the tent. "Guards! Bring this son of a dog to my tent!!" Zalmon sat up abruptly as two guards grabbed by the arms and dragged him into the night. Akbar followed a stunned Zalmon as the guards dragged him into Akbar's tent.
Akbar had a pole with a cross beam put up in the middle of the tent. The guards stripped Zalmon and tied him to the cross beam and pole. "Now you will see how I deal with arrogance! Are you an arrogant man, Zalmon?" Zalmon looked angrily at Akbar and spit on him. Akbar wiped the spittle off his face and called for Zora.
Zora was the only woman Akbar trusted. She was feminine, but also could break a man's neck as easily as breaking a stick. She was also one of the best torturers he had. Zora entered the tent and bowed before Akbar. "This son of a dog has insulted me! Teach him a lesson he will never forget!"
Zalmon looked nervous as this woman approached him. he thought for sure she would break out a whip and beat him.
Zora grabbed Zalman's face and kissed it firmly, then dragged her finger down his chest to his belly button. Zalmon sucked in his belly protectively. He felt the tip of her finger slip into his belly button. he tried to stifle the laughter that was welling up his belly as she began tickling him. Zora dragged the tip of the nail along the rim of his navel then tickled deep inside making him give up the laughter he was trying to stifle.
"Yes.. yes.. I know the time is late, but my son is not here yet." Adair replied. The aid shook his head. "You cannot keep these men waiting for much longer. They have come a long way to have an audience with you." Adair agreed.
"Tell them I am coming to join them in the great hall; and go and get my brother Musheer. I shall want to speak with him." Adair ordered. The aid bowed and backed out of the room. Adair sighed and left to go to the great hall.
When he arrived, he was immediately confronted by his guards. They had a goat herder with them,who had stolen some goats from Akbar.
He whispered to the guard who smiled and left the room quickly, leaving the goat herder with another guard. Adair looked at the goat herder. "So you think you can just come into my city and steal from my quests?" The goat herder lowered his eyes and did not answer. Adair grabbed some hair on the man's head and pulled his head up so he could look into the man's eyes.
Adair looked at his visitors. "Who accuses this man of stealing?" he asked. A tall and stately man came forward. "I accuse him. One of my herders caught him trying to take one of my best goats out of the heard."
Adair looked at the man and immediately knew him as Akbar. Akbar was very wealthy and had come to see Adair many times to trade his goats. "If this man was found stealing in your Provence, how would you punish him?" Adair asked.
Akbar smiled. "In my city, our Sultan has an unique punishment. One that does not leave any marks on the body, but is the worse form of torture because it can drive a man insane."
Adair stroked his beard thought fully. "A punishment that leaves no marks except on the soul of the man? What manner of punishment is this?' Adair was curious now. Akbar laughed. "We make the prisoner laugh until he can hardly breath. It is called tickling. It is punishment done in the Orient to spys and royals that have committed crimes. It can be quite entertaining!"
Adar smiled. He was familiar with this method of punishment and enjoyed it very much. Adar's guard came back wiht a set of wooded stocks and a chair with a small cross beam set in the backrest of the chair.
"Tie the prisoner in the chair and remove his shirt and shoes." ordered Adar. Akbar came forward to Adar. "May I have the privilege of punishing the goat herder myself? I use tickling as a form of punishment wiht my servants." Adar smiled and said, "Of course. Besides I have no tickler in my court."
The goat herder was seated ion the chair, his arms tied on the cross beam, his upper body naked. His legs were outstretched and tied down. His bare feet were placed in the stocks and locked in. The goat herder shivered in the coolness of the chamber.
Akbar looked squarely at the goat herder. "I will teach you a lesson! You will never steal from me or anyone else when I am done with you!!" He took a stool and sat down by the goat herder's bare feet. Akbar ran his fingertips under the goat herder's toes. Laughter bubbled up from the pit of the herder's belly. He giggled and tried to pull his feet away. Then Akbar began stroking his nails up and down the soles of the herder's feet. The goat herder laughed harder and struggled more and more, trying to avoid those nails on his sensitive feet.
Seeing that the herder was quite ticklish, Akbar began tickling his lower ribs, making the herder thrash around in the chair as much as the ropes would allow.
While Akbar was punishing this goat herder, the Sultan's son , Zalman quietly entered the chamber and stood next to his father. He saw how his father enjoyed the tickling of this prisoner. "This form of punishment is so much better than the whip!" Zalman whispered. Adar turned to his son and hit him firmly. "You are late! We will discuss this later." Adar whispered. Zalman lowered his eyes. He knew his father was angry, but because there was a group of merchants present as well as a punishment taking place, he knew his father would speak to him privately.
AS Akbar continued tickling the herder, he stopped when he saw that the man was nearly breathless. Adar smiled and clapped his hands together to call for the guard to come and remove the herder.
The guard came and cut the ropes and dragged the herder away. Akbar was happy, his goat was returned and business could go on as usual in Adar's chambers.
He introduced his son to the merchants and concluded his business wiht them. As the men were leaving, Musheer came out of the shadows to talk wiht Adar. "You summoned me, brother?" Adar shook his head as he said "Yes. I need your advice about Zalman." Akbar had not yet left and overheard the two men talking. "May I interrupt Adar?" he said respectfully. Adar and Musheer looked at him. "What is it Akbar?" Adar asked curiously.
"I noticed that your son was late in getting here. I sense you have concerns about him" Akbar said. Adar nodded. "You are very perceptive Akbar, but this is a family matter." Adar replied firmly. "Yes I know. My apologies, but I have had much success with my method of punishment. My servants are obedient lest they feel my fingers on their ticklish flesh."
Musheer agreed with Akbar. "You have tried everything else short of the whip. After all, some day he will take your place and this country needs to know that their Sultan is trustworthy and a true leader. Besides, Zalman is quite ticklish!"
"Let me have some time with him." pleaded Akbar. "I will show you that he will be more ... cooperative with your wishes from now on." Musheer and Adar spoke quietly. "It can't hurt. Besides.. he has made a fool out of you before everyone." Adar nodded again and said to Akbar, "Do what you must with Zalman." Akbar bowed and replied, "Yes my Sultan. I will do my best to correct your son's disobedience."
Later that evening, Adar summoned Zalman to his chambers. Waiting for Zalman was Akbar and one royal guard. Zalman took is time as usual in getting to his father's chamber. When he finally entered the room, his father shot an angry look at him. "Once again you have made a fool out me!" Adar yelled. Zalman was used to his father admonishing him, but this time felt different. Zalman bowed low. "I am sorry my father. I did not mean to make you appear foolish." he said as sincerely as he could. Adar put his hand on his son's shoulder firmly. "You must understand my son that one day you will be Sultan. You must make more of an effort to be responsible. to that end, I have someone who will assist you."
Adar summoned Akbar to come. Akbar came over and looked Zalman over, sizing him up. "I am Akbar,merchant from the upper regions of Akbari. It was my family that Akbari is named for." Zalman bowed. "Ah yes.. I saw you having the goat herder punished today. You have a most interesting form of punishment." Akbar smiled. "Yes. It was first shown to me by a ruler in Cathay. It can also be quite pleasurable when not used as punishment." Akbar walked around Zalman, continuing to size him up. Then without warning, he goosed Zalman in the ribs. Zalman jumped and giggled, protectively clapping his arms tightly against his ribs. Akbar laughed. "What is the matter? " he asked. Zalman laughed. "You seemed to find a ticklish spot!"
Akbar smiled. "Yes. It seems I have. Now I have been talking with your father. It seems that you have caused him some embarrassment. I think it is time to change that. Don't you agree Adar?" Adar shook his head in agreement. "Zalman, You are to go with Akbar back to his village. You will be taught to be more responsible and made ready for the three trials of manhood." Zalman bowed to his father. "My father.. Is it really necessary for me to go? Why can't this take place here?" Akbar stepped forward. "It is necessary for you to be completely away from all distractions of your life."
Adar agreed. He embraced his son. "Go now, my son and be well." Adar clapped his hands and had the royal guard escort Zalman to the courtyard and into Adar's caravan. As Akbar's caravan left, Adar watched. Musheer stood by him. "Do not worry my brother. Zalmon will come home a changed man; a changed man because he will have the fear of being tickled ingrained in him!" Adar smiled. "I hope so...."
End part 1
Trials of Adar Part 2 The Discipline m/m f/m
Zalmon followed Akbar into his caravan. "So.. You have embarrassed your father, eh?" Akbar asked. Zalmon laughed. "He'll get over it. I know that he expects me to be the next Sultan, but I have very little interest in it." Akbar stared at the young man. "So arrogant for someone so young and privileged." exclaimed Akbar. Zalmon did not answer him and looked out at the night sky. Akbar stopped the caravan for the night. While Zalmon went into his tent to lay down, Akbar whispered to one of his guards. The guard slipped off into the night.
Zalmon was laying on the cushions wishing to escape back to his home and his friends. He closed his eyes and tried to imagine what he would be doing at home. Akbar opened the tent flap and entered the tent. "Guards! Bring this son of a dog to my tent!!" Zalmon sat up abruptly as two guards grabbed by the arms and dragged him into the night. Akbar followed a stunned Zalmon as the guards dragged him into Akbar's tent.
Akbar had a pole with a cross beam put up in the middle of the tent. The guards stripped Zalmon and tied him to the cross beam and pole. "Now you will see how I deal with arrogance! Are you an arrogant man, Zalmon?" Zalmon looked angrily at Akbar and spit on him. Akbar wiped the spittle off his face and called for Zora.
Zora was the only woman Akbar trusted. She was feminine, but also could break a man's neck as easily as breaking a stick. She was also one of the best torturers he had. Zora entered the tent and bowed before Akbar. "This son of a dog has insulted me! Teach him a lesson he will never forget!"
Zalmon looked nervous as this woman approached him. he thought for sure she would break out a whip and beat him.
Zora grabbed Zalman's face and kissed it firmly, then dragged her finger down his chest to his belly button. Zalmon sucked in his belly protectively. He felt the tip of her finger slip into his belly button. he tried to stifle the laughter that was welling up his belly as she began tickling him. Zora dragged the tip of the nail along the rim of his navel then tickled deep inside making him give up the laughter he was trying to stifle.
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