She looked about desparately for a way of escape. Her arms were securely bound over her head and she could feel the soft padding of the bench under her back. It was just wide enough for her to rest against at an angle of about 45 degrees. Her feet were in softly padded leather restraints, leaving her spread legs bend a little with her knees atached to upright posts and a leather strap fixing her waist to the back rest. She struggled vainlessly against the leather holds.
The sound of a door opening made her look up. Two men of the guard entered one of them pushing the Emir's wheeled chair. The two man where young and muscular, wearing nothing but blue loincloths and sandals. The Emir favoured good-looking men in his guard. He himself was not so old, just over fourty years but a fall from a horse had left him lame from the waist down. Still he kept a harem of a dozen girls of which she was the latest addition.
"So, my dear" he began, smiling softly at her. "You think I cannot pleasure you?"
She had laughed at the lame man and asked the other girls why he kept a harem if he could not pleasure the girls anyway. Someone must have carried the tale to him. The other girls had not been reluctant to dicuss the matter which had baffled her since the Emir had no reputation for cruelty and was well respected and even liked among his subjects.
One of the guardsman wheeled the Emir's chair to a position right in front of her bound feet. The other one stepped behind her, grinning broadly.
"You will be pleasured, my girl, believe me." the Emir said softly. "You will be pleasured as you have never been before."
She was baffled at what he was up to. She had heard of men taking pleasure in torture and abuse but the room did not look like a torture chamber with its thick carpet and rich wall-hangings. Also, her restraints were secure but not in the least painful.
Questioningly she looked at the Emir's face. He gave a sign with his hand and suddenly she felt the strong fingers of the guardsman between her ribs, digging in on both sides and making her burst out with laughter. He gave her a few minutes of straight tickling, digging in and letting go til she was out of breath. Then he started to feel around, going slower, teasing each little space separately and to its fullest extent. Slowly he went down to the lower ribs then slowly up again while she was laughing helplessly.
Suddenly he let go of her ribs and put both his hands on her breasts, carefully massaging and caressing them for a moment. The sensation was completly different and she gasped for breath, instantly realaxing into his hands. She hardly noticed the second guardsman coming up and blindfolding her with a silken cloth.
Now the guardsman was holding her breasts in his large hands lifting them up a little bit. A light touch at the soft skin under her breast made her jerk. The second man had grabbed a feather and was slowly pulling its edge along the underside of her breasts, stopping here and there, turning and twirling. It was just a light touch but it almost drove her mad. She squirmed and giggled but her restraints did not give her any room. Slowly the maddening touch ran lower, still teasing, going up again and returning but moving slowly towards her navel.
There the feather rested for a moment lightly touching her bare skin. She waited for it to go in when suddenly the first guardsman's deft fingers dug into her stretched armpits, making her scream with laughter. Mercilessly he tickled her, feeling for the most sensitive spots and giving them all his attention. She was out of breath now, her laughter coming in short bursts when she had enough air.
The Emir snickered softly. "Are you having pleasure, little one? Oh, you will be having much more pleasure before we are finished for tonight."
The tickling stopped, leaving her time to get her breath back. She heard the creaking of the Emir's wheelchair getting closer, moving slowly up between her spread legs until he was about level with the knees. She could feel his fingertips on her inner thighs, caressing them softly. His touch was light and teasing. Now she felt another touch at her arms. The guardsmen were slowly brushing feathers up and down the soft flesh of her arms, just lighty touching in a way that made her nerves tingle. The Emir was using both his hands now, lightly kneading her thighs. She felt herself getting wet. It went on for a few minutes until she felt the touch on her arms stopping. The guardsmen stepped away from her, while the Emir let his well-manicured fingernails run rings around her thighs.
Now she felt the touch of the guardsmens hands on her feet, running up and down, giving her an idea of what was to come. They picked up feathers and ran them slowly between her toes, seesawing them for more effect. The Emir had wheeled his chair closer still and picked up the feather that was still resting against her bellybutton. Carefully he delved into it, twirling the tip and making sure it touched every spot. The he moved it in wider rings on her belly, exploring her skin very carefully and taking his time. The guardsmen had abandoned the feathers and were diging into her soles with their fingers again. She tried to pull her feet away but they just laughed at her feeble attempts. The Emir now used a soft brush on her bellybutton while his men still went for her soles. The conflicting sensations of the hard tickling on her feet and the soft touch of the brush on he bellybutton send her into convulsions of laughter. The Emir picked up another brush and tickled both her nipples now, very slowly, oblivious to her bursts of laughter.
Suddenly the Emir ordered the guards to stop working on her feet and leave him alone with her. They obeyed quickly and she could hear the door close behind them.
"Now, my dear. Now you will really be pleasured. " He let her rest to get her breath back then slowly moved his wheelchair back until he was between her knees again. Lightly he touched her thigh with his brush and even this soft touch made her jerk and burst out with laughter.
"Very good" he said, "Very good"
She could not see him laying down the brush and picking up a long feather. Slowly, expertly he let the tip of the feather touch her vagina and drew it down and up again watching her shiver with the touch. He picked up the brush again and lightly touched her clitoris with it. Even the softest touch of feather or brush now made her jerk. The Emir smiled as he elicited moans of pleasure from her.
The sound of a door opening made her look up. Two men of the guard entered one of them pushing the Emir's wheeled chair. The two man where young and muscular, wearing nothing but blue loincloths and sandals. The Emir favoured good-looking men in his guard. He himself was not so old, just over fourty years but a fall from a horse had left him lame from the waist down. Still he kept a harem of a dozen girls of which she was the latest addition.
"So, my dear" he began, smiling softly at her. "You think I cannot pleasure you?"
She had laughed at the lame man and asked the other girls why he kept a harem if he could not pleasure the girls anyway. Someone must have carried the tale to him. The other girls had not been reluctant to dicuss the matter which had baffled her since the Emir had no reputation for cruelty and was well respected and even liked among his subjects.
One of the guardsman wheeled the Emir's chair to a position right in front of her bound feet. The other one stepped behind her, grinning broadly.
"You will be pleasured, my girl, believe me." the Emir said softly. "You will be pleasured as you have never been before."
She was baffled at what he was up to. She had heard of men taking pleasure in torture and abuse but the room did not look like a torture chamber with its thick carpet and rich wall-hangings. Also, her restraints were secure but not in the least painful.
Questioningly she looked at the Emir's face. He gave a sign with his hand and suddenly she felt the strong fingers of the guardsman between her ribs, digging in on both sides and making her burst out with laughter. He gave her a few minutes of straight tickling, digging in and letting go til she was out of breath. Then he started to feel around, going slower, teasing each little space separately and to its fullest extent. Slowly he went down to the lower ribs then slowly up again while she was laughing helplessly.
Suddenly he let go of her ribs and put both his hands on her breasts, carefully massaging and caressing them for a moment. The sensation was completly different and she gasped for breath, instantly realaxing into his hands. She hardly noticed the second guardsman coming up and blindfolding her with a silken cloth.
Now the guardsman was holding her breasts in his large hands lifting them up a little bit. A light touch at the soft skin under her breast made her jerk. The second man had grabbed a feather and was slowly pulling its edge along the underside of her breasts, stopping here and there, turning and twirling. It was just a light touch but it almost drove her mad. She squirmed and giggled but her restraints did not give her any room. Slowly the maddening touch ran lower, still teasing, going up again and returning but moving slowly towards her navel.
There the feather rested for a moment lightly touching her bare skin. She waited for it to go in when suddenly the first guardsman's deft fingers dug into her stretched armpits, making her scream with laughter. Mercilessly he tickled her, feeling for the most sensitive spots and giving them all his attention. She was out of breath now, her laughter coming in short bursts when she had enough air.
The Emir snickered softly. "Are you having pleasure, little one? Oh, you will be having much more pleasure before we are finished for tonight."
The tickling stopped, leaving her time to get her breath back. She heard the creaking of the Emir's wheelchair getting closer, moving slowly up between her spread legs until he was about level with the knees. She could feel his fingertips on her inner thighs, caressing them softly. His touch was light and teasing. Now she felt another touch at her arms. The guardsmen were slowly brushing feathers up and down the soft flesh of her arms, just lighty touching in a way that made her nerves tingle. The Emir was using both his hands now, lightly kneading her thighs. She felt herself getting wet. It went on for a few minutes until she felt the touch on her arms stopping. The guardsmen stepped away from her, while the Emir let his well-manicured fingernails run rings around her thighs.
Now she felt the touch of the guardsmens hands on her feet, running up and down, giving her an idea of what was to come. They picked up feathers and ran them slowly between her toes, seesawing them for more effect. The Emir had wheeled his chair closer still and picked up the feather that was still resting against her bellybutton. Carefully he delved into it, twirling the tip and making sure it touched every spot. The he moved it in wider rings on her belly, exploring her skin very carefully and taking his time. The guardsmen had abandoned the feathers and were diging into her soles with their fingers again. She tried to pull her feet away but they just laughed at her feeble attempts. The Emir now used a soft brush on her bellybutton while his men still went for her soles. The conflicting sensations of the hard tickling on her feet and the soft touch of the brush on he bellybutton send her into convulsions of laughter. The Emir picked up another brush and tickled both her nipples now, very slowly, oblivious to her bursts of laughter.
Suddenly the Emir ordered the guards to stop working on her feet and leave him alone with her. They obeyed quickly and she could hear the door close behind them.
"Now, my dear. Now you will really be pleasured. " He let her rest to get her breath back then slowly moved his wheelchair back until he was between her knees again. Lightly he touched her thigh with his brush and even this soft touch made her jerk and burst out with laughter.
"Very good" he said, "Very good"
She could not see him laying down the brush and picking up a long feather. Slowly, expertly he let the tip of the feather touch her vagina and drew it down and up again watching her shiver with the touch. He picked up the brush again and lightly touched her clitoris with it. Even the softest touch of feather or brush now made her jerk. The Emir smiled as he elicited moans of pleasure from her.
