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Here is part 6 of Chapter 11 of Dawn's Story. I hope you enjoy it! Please let me know what you think, and thank you for reading!
Chapter Beginnings
Chapter 1: Perilous Paradise
Chapter 2: The Evil Box
Chapter 3: On the Run
Chapter 4: A New Paradise
Chapter 5: Tummy Testing
Chapter 6: Hidden Citizen
Chapter 7: Tummy Training
Chapter 8: Sessions and Reflections
Chapter 9: Full Citizen
Chapter 10: The Mistress
Chapter 11: Royals and Revelations
Chapter 12: The Rarest Reunion
Chapter 13: Novice Mistress
Chapter 14: Taking Control
Chapter 15: Mistress Dawn
Previous Chapter
Chapter 11: Royals and Revelations, Part 5
“Wendy, I’m afraid that I’ve found something terrible,” Queen Mistress Heather spoke into her phone after calling her head slave trainer.
“NOHOHOHO STAHAHAP NOHOHOHOHO MOHOHOHORE!” Dawn struggled in her bondage as one of the guards tormented her bare bellybutton with a flosser. Jen and Maddie had been sent out of the room before the call, and the professional switch knew the tickle torture would only go on as long as needed to draw the Tickle Mistress in, but that did not make being bait any less torturous.
“She used to be a tickle slave,” Heather announced as images of Dawn’s slavery flashed before her eyes. “I might not have figured it out, but Diana begged me to let her have a go once I got Dawn tied down for one of my traditional ticklings. A few min-”
The Queen Mistress smirked and took a few steps towards Dawn before questioning, “Oh, why do you get to tell me who I can have tickle Dawn?”
“PLEHEHEHEASE NOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE!” The ticklee’s next plea got slightly louder as the flosser hit her top knot. Immediately after Dawn begged, the flossers headed down to a less sensitive part of the navel, giving her the slightest bit of relief. Heather, meanwhile, continued her conversation with the Tickle Mistress, and Dawn did her best to hear the one side of the call.
“Excuse me! You do not get to say that Diana needs to stop, Wendy. When she stops is my prerogative, not yours.”
“Dangerous? Diana’s not dangerous. She’s per-”
“Diana is perfectly capable of tickling someone safely, and being a tickle slave herself…”
“Why are you being so stubborn?”
“Fine, but come quick. I’m not having her stop until you give me a good reason.”
“Yes, I’ll see you soon. Yes, bye.”
The Queen Mistress hung up her phone and immediately ordered the guard, “Please stop that.” Dawn took in several deep breaths, trying to recover from the flosser torment. As the table re-flattened, she simply laid still, eyes closed. “Dawn, I’m sorry that I had to put you through that; it won’t happen again.”
“I know,” Dawn kept her response short.
“Trish, call Cammy, Jen, and Maddie all in, and tell Cammy to bring the file I asked for earlier,” the royal ordered the guard who had been torturing Dawn. While the guard departed, Heather rubbed the former tickle slave’s stomach, trying to make her as comfortable as possible. “While I won’t even consider bringing back the flosser, when Tickle Mistress Wendy gets close, I’ll need to have a servant tickle you to keep up the ruse. She’ll use her fingers, though, and it won’t be the slightest bit torturous.”
“That’s fine,” Dawn confirmed as her breathing began to return to normal. Although the flosser tickle torture had only started a few seconds before the phone call and ended immediately afterwards, it felt like a lifetime.
“Mistress, here’s the file you asked for, and…” Both women looked up to see the tickle slave enter, and she focused on Dawn again, looking concerned.
“Thanks, Cammy.” The royal took the papers and then glanced between the current and former tickle slaves. “What is it?”
“Well, she…” Cammy’s voice shook.
“She has done nothing wrong; I’ll give you a very basic rundown later,” Heather declared before moving to reassure Dawn, “No specifics. Cammy and Diana are fairly close, and she deserves to know why Diana reacted like she did. I won’t go any deeper than that.” The former tickle slave nodded, although Cammy being friendly with all three of Diana, Jen, and Maddie somewhat concerned her. “Cammy, I have another job for you. Tickle Mistress Wendy is coming to the palace, and I want you up at the front desk to greet her. You’re to bring her back here immediately. Don’t answer any questions that she has, and under no circumstances are you to mention Diana.”
“Yes, Mistress,” Cammy nodded and immediately headed for the exit.
“Hey, Dawn, Queen Mistress,” Jen greeted the two again for herself and Maddie. “Can we know why you sent us out earlier?”
“Tickle Mistress Wendy is on her way here to answer some questions,” Heather sidestepped the inquiry.
“What questions?” Maddie took the bait.
“Well, her reasoning behind suggesting that I invite Dawn here, for starters. Maybe some others depending on how she answers that.”
“Why, does she know?” Jen guessed.
“Yes,” Dawn and Heather both responded.
“Also, I’m fairly certain that she’s seen the footage of Dawn on the slave ship,” the royal added.
“Wait, how could she have…” Maddie began before stopping.
“Dawn?” Heather prompted when the former tickle slave did not speak up.
“She tickle tortured me into telling her about my escape a few years back,” Dawn admitted. “Then she looked it up and saw, I think, everything that Queen Mistress Heather’s seen about it.”
“Yes, if she did any sort of investigation, and she’s the type to investigate, she would have seen the slave ship footage,” Heather confirmed. “And she definitely knows about Diana.”
“Oh,” Jen said, defeated, and Maddie echoed the tone and word. “Wait a minute; when did she do that?”
“The first time she got me alone with her and her tickle slaves,” Dawn sheepishly revealed. “She knew I was hiding something, and she wasn’t too happy about it.”
“I’m sorry, Dawn; we never meant for her to find out,” Jen declared. “If we’d known…”
“You two couldn’t have done anything about it,” Dawn dismissed their unintentional involvement in the trap. “It was when she invited me to look at the art gallery; she made sure that you two wouldn’t be there.”
“Yeah, we had a bad feeling that something went on there, but we didn’t want to slip up and admit that we already knew,” Maddie admitted after she and Jen shared a look. “You pretty much completely changed your attitude about coming to her house after that visit.”
“Wait, you never meant for her to find out, and you didn’t want to admit that you already knew?” Dawn seized the opportunity to move away from the art gallery interrogation.
“Well, since Diana had been a Transporter, she took me to get Maddie, and when I asked, she told me about how she became a tickle slave,” Jen revealed. “She didn’t say anything about whipping or anything like that, though.”
“She told you that?” Heather questioned the information before Dawn could.
“Yes, I just asked her how she knew so much about going to get Maddie, and she told me she’d been a Transporter,” Jen stated. “When I asked about how she’d become a tickle slave, she talked about Dawn’s escape and a little bit of her training.”
“Hmm, something else to discipline her for,” the royal murmured.
“Why didn’t you say anything to me?” Dawn inquired.
“I didn’t want to have to say where I heard it from,” Jen replied with the most obvious and expected answer.
“Plus, we were afraid of how you’d react to us working for the Tickle Cartel if you knew that we knew,” Maddie added. “You tend to avoid talking about it as much as possible.”
“Yeah, I wasn’t too fond of the Tickle Cartel until Wendy apologized for my treatment,” Dawn allowed. “I still don’t like it as much as Tickle Island.”
“I think that most of the people who work around here prefer the island half,” Heather stepped back in. “It’s fun, where the Tickle Cartel is work.”
“Yep,” Jen succinctly agreed, and the room fell silent as everyone processed the new information.
Soon after, the Queen Mistress returned to her throne and retrieved a pen, then began writing on the document Cammy had provided. Jen, Maddie, and Dawn exchanged small talk, no one wanting to talk about the elephant in the room until the Tickle Mistress arrived.
A short bit later, Trish got something on her radio, and after she whispered a message to Heather, the latter announced, “Wendy’s on her way in. Let’s get ready.” The royal sent Trish to retrieve several tickle slaves and the remainder of the royal guard from outside. Under the Queen Mistress’ direction, Jen returned to a tickling table, and Maddie began lightly tickling her. Meanwhile, one of the new tickle slaves, whose general stature matched Diana, began lightly teasing Dawn’s bare belly with her fingernails as Heather stood over the two. To make the impression of tickle torture more believable, the ticklee requested that the tickle slave increase her intensity, and she screamed out wordless laughter for Wendy’s arrival.
Next Chapter
Chapter 11: Royals and Revelations, Part 7
Chapter Beginnings
Chapter 1: Perilous Paradise
Chapter 2: The Evil Box
Chapter 3: On the Run
Chapter 4: A New Paradise
Chapter 5: Tummy Testing
Chapter 6: Hidden Citizen
Chapter 7: Tummy Training
Chapter 8: Sessions and Reflections
Chapter 9: Full Citizen
Chapter 10: The Mistress
Chapter 11: Royals and Revelations
Chapter 12: The Rarest Reunion
Chapter 13: Novice Mistress
Chapter 14: Taking Control
Chapter 15: Mistress Dawn
Previous Chapter
Chapter 11: Royals and Revelations, Part 5
“Wendy, I’m afraid that I’ve found something terrible,” Queen Mistress Heather spoke into her phone after calling her head slave trainer.
“NOHOHOHO STAHAHAP NOHOHOHOHO MOHOHOHORE!” Dawn struggled in her bondage as one of the guards tormented her bare bellybutton with a flosser. Jen and Maddie had been sent out of the room before the call, and the professional switch knew the tickle torture would only go on as long as needed to draw the Tickle Mistress in, but that did not make being bait any less torturous.
“She used to be a tickle slave,” Heather announced as images of Dawn’s slavery flashed before her eyes. “I might not have figured it out, but Diana begged me to let her have a go once I got Dawn tied down for one of my traditional ticklings. A few min-”
The Queen Mistress smirked and took a few steps towards Dawn before questioning, “Oh, why do you get to tell me who I can have tickle Dawn?”
“PLEHEHEHEASE NOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE!” The ticklee’s next plea got slightly louder as the flosser hit her top knot. Immediately after Dawn begged, the flossers headed down to a less sensitive part of the navel, giving her the slightest bit of relief. Heather, meanwhile, continued her conversation with the Tickle Mistress, and Dawn did her best to hear the one side of the call.
“Excuse me! You do not get to say that Diana needs to stop, Wendy. When she stops is my prerogative, not yours.”
“Dangerous? Diana’s not dangerous. She’s per-”
“Diana is perfectly capable of tickling someone safely, and being a tickle slave herself…”
“Why are you being so stubborn?”
“Fine, but come quick. I’m not having her stop until you give me a good reason.”
“Yes, I’ll see you soon. Yes, bye.”
The Queen Mistress hung up her phone and immediately ordered the guard, “Please stop that.” Dawn took in several deep breaths, trying to recover from the flosser torment. As the table re-flattened, she simply laid still, eyes closed. “Dawn, I’m sorry that I had to put you through that; it won’t happen again.”
“I know,” Dawn kept her response short.
“Trish, call Cammy, Jen, and Maddie all in, and tell Cammy to bring the file I asked for earlier,” the royal ordered the guard who had been torturing Dawn. While the guard departed, Heather rubbed the former tickle slave’s stomach, trying to make her as comfortable as possible. “While I won’t even consider bringing back the flosser, when Tickle Mistress Wendy gets close, I’ll need to have a servant tickle you to keep up the ruse. She’ll use her fingers, though, and it won’t be the slightest bit torturous.”
“That’s fine,” Dawn confirmed as her breathing began to return to normal. Although the flosser tickle torture had only started a few seconds before the phone call and ended immediately afterwards, it felt like a lifetime.
“Mistress, here’s the file you asked for, and…” Both women looked up to see the tickle slave enter, and she focused on Dawn again, looking concerned.
“Thanks, Cammy.” The royal took the papers and then glanced between the current and former tickle slaves. “What is it?”
“Well, she…” Cammy’s voice shook.
“She has done nothing wrong; I’ll give you a very basic rundown later,” Heather declared before moving to reassure Dawn, “No specifics. Cammy and Diana are fairly close, and she deserves to know why Diana reacted like she did. I won’t go any deeper than that.” The former tickle slave nodded, although Cammy being friendly with all three of Diana, Jen, and Maddie somewhat concerned her. “Cammy, I have another job for you. Tickle Mistress Wendy is coming to the palace, and I want you up at the front desk to greet her. You’re to bring her back here immediately. Don’t answer any questions that she has, and under no circumstances are you to mention Diana.”
“Yes, Mistress,” Cammy nodded and immediately headed for the exit.
“Hey, Dawn, Queen Mistress,” Jen greeted the two again for herself and Maddie. “Can we know why you sent us out earlier?”
“Tickle Mistress Wendy is on her way here to answer some questions,” Heather sidestepped the inquiry.
“What questions?” Maddie took the bait.
“Well, her reasoning behind suggesting that I invite Dawn here, for starters. Maybe some others depending on how she answers that.”
“Why, does she know?” Jen guessed.
“Yes,” Dawn and Heather both responded.
“Also, I’m fairly certain that she’s seen the footage of Dawn on the slave ship,” the royal added.
“Wait, how could she have…” Maddie began before stopping.
“Dawn?” Heather prompted when the former tickle slave did not speak up.
“She tickle tortured me into telling her about my escape a few years back,” Dawn admitted. “Then she looked it up and saw, I think, everything that Queen Mistress Heather’s seen about it.”
“Yes, if she did any sort of investigation, and she’s the type to investigate, she would have seen the slave ship footage,” Heather confirmed. “And she definitely knows about Diana.”
“Oh,” Jen said, defeated, and Maddie echoed the tone and word. “Wait a minute; when did she do that?”
“The first time she got me alone with her and her tickle slaves,” Dawn sheepishly revealed. “She knew I was hiding something, and she wasn’t too happy about it.”
“I’m sorry, Dawn; we never meant for her to find out,” Jen declared. “If we’d known…”
“You two couldn’t have done anything about it,” Dawn dismissed their unintentional involvement in the trap. “It was when she invited me to look at the art gallery; she made sure that you two wouldn’t be there.”
“Yeah, we had a bad feeling that something went on there, but we didn’t want to slip up and admit that we already knew,” Maddie admitted after she and Jen shared a look. “You pretty much completely changed your attitude about coming to her house after that visit.”
“Wait, you never meant for her to find out, and you didn’t want to admit that you already knew?” Dawn seized the opportunity to move away from the art gallery interrogation.
“Well, since Diana had been a Transporter, she took me to get Maddie, and when I asked, she told me about how she became a tickle slave,” Jen revealed. “She didn’t say anything about whipping or anything like that, though.”
“She told you that?” Heather questioned the information before Dawn could.
“Yes, I just asked her how she knew so much about going to get Maddie, and she told me she’d been a Transporter,” Jen stated. “When I asked about how she’d become a tickle slave, she talked about Dawn’s escape and a little bit of her training.”
“Hmm, something else to discipline her for,” the royal murmured.
“Why didn’t you say anything to me?” Dawn inquired.
“I didn’t want to have to say where I heard it from,” Jen replied with the most obvious and expected answer.
“Plus, we were afraid of how you’d react to us working for the Tickle Cartel if you knew that we knew,” Maddie added. “You tend to avoid talking about it as much as possible.”
“Yeah, I wasn’t too fond of the Tickle Cartel until Wendy apologized for my treatment,” Dawn allowed. “I still don’t like it as much as Tickle Island.”
“I think that most of the people who work around here prefer the island half,” Heather stepped back in. “It’s fun, where the Tickle Cartel is work.”
“Yep,” Jen succinctly agreed, and the room fell silent as everyone processed the new information.
Soon after, the Queen Mistress returned to her throne and retrieved a pen, then began writing on the document Cammy had provided. Jen, Maddie, and Dawn exchanged small talk, no one wanting to talk about the elephant in the room until the Tickle Mistress arrived.
A short bit later, Trish got something on her radio, and after she whispered a message to Heather, the latter announced, “Wendy’s on her way in. Let’s get ready.” The royal sent Trish to retrieve several tickle slaves and the remainder of the royal guard from outside. Under the Queen Mistress’ direction, Jen returned to a tickling table, and Maddie began lightly tickling her. Meanwhile, one of the new tickle slaves, whose general stature matched Diana, began lightly teasing Dawn’s bare belly with her fingernails as Heather stood over the two. To make the impression of tickle torture more believable, the ticklee requested that the tickle slave increase her intensity, and she screamed out wordless laughter for Wendy’s arrival.
Next Chapter
Chapter 11: Royals and Revelations, Part 7
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