**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.**
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.**
