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Here is the final part of Chapter 11 of Dawn's Story.
After this part, there will be another long time skip before the next section. The next section will be the final part of Dawn's Story, and it will contain multiple chapters (I am currently planning for three).
I hope you enjoy the story! 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 8
“In the meantime, Dawn, I think Wendy still has a price to pay for setting you up,” the Queen Mistress proclaimed after letting Jen and Maddie go after Lily again.
“Wait, wait, I already paid a price; you tickled me when you were asking questions!” the Tickle Mistress pleaded.
“Can I get her sole with a hairbrush?” Dawn requested.
“I don’t need to pay her back; you can have both,” the royal announced.
“Dawn, please!”
“Just put some more oil on them, and you’ll be set. I do want to tickle you some more before you leave, though, and I’ll let you know when I’m ready for that.”
“Thanks, Queen Mistress!” Dawn exclaimed as the royal returned to her throne. “Tickle Mistress, I hated being tricked into a room with Diana.”
Wendy attempted to yank her feet out of the stocks as they got covered in baby oil, to no avail. Then she begged and pleaded, but Dawn was not in a mood to listen. Even after the hairbrushes started scrubbing, the pleas for mercy continued, but the professional switch reveled in the rare opportunity to dish out punishment. She worked over the bare soles for several minutes, giving Wendy breaks just long enough to extend the tickle torture.
Eventually, the Queen Mistress tapped Dawn’s shoulder, and she ordered the professional switch to cease. The royal sent Wendy away with a couple of her tickle slaves, although she did not specify when Dawn asked where the Tickle Mistress was going. Shortly afterwards, Heather ordered Jen and Maddie to release Lily, whom she also sequestered.
Once the room was down to the Queen Mistress, her standard accompaniment, and three guests, she addressed Dawn, “Dawn, are you ready for some more tickling?” The switch grinned and nodded, excited to be on the receiving end again. “Okay, I’m going to have Jen and Maddie help me, as long as that’s alright with you.”
“Definitely! They tickle me quite a bit anyways.”
“Perfect. Jen, Maddie, let’s get Dawn on the rack.” Dawn practically hopped over to the bondage device and let her best friends restrain her. “Okay, Jen, you’ll be at Dawn’s armpits, and Maddie, you get her feet. I’m going to focus on this tummy for now. We may switch spots later, so you’ll both have a chance at her belly.” The two Dungeon Ticklers got into position without complaint after hearing this. “Okay, time to laugh, Dawn!”
The professional switch immediately burst into laughter when six hands targeted her exposed body. With a sleeveless crop top and no shoes or socks, she offered no resistance to any of the ticklers, and their fingers took full advantage. Dawn lapsed into her Tummy Paradise ticklee mode, and she began to offer encouraging comments through her laughter. Most of those comments were directed towards the Queen Mistress, who effortlessly worked over her most ticklish spot, often brushing nails on the hypersensitive outie.
However, as fun as the finger tickling was, Dawn hoped for more, and Heather soon delivered. Her mouth came down and blew a raspberry right on the protruding navel, and Dawn shrieked. Apparently, the royal enjoyed this, because she buzzed the stomach three more times before launching a furious finger assault. She called down to the tickler at the foot of the rack, “Maddie, come up here. I think Dawn could use some more tickles on her tummy, and I can only give her so many raspberries before I run out of breath.”
“PFFFT! PFFT! PFFFFFFFT!” The two torso ticklers traded turns blowing zerberts on the exposed midsection, and Dawn began to involuntarily squirm around on the rack. She never got very far, and all the raspberries hit their targets with ruthless efficiency. As a normal tickle technique from Tummy Paradise, Dawn loved the buzzing treatment, and she was glad that she could not escape. The two ticklers managed to keep blowing for several minutes before they had to take a break and let their nails do the work. Once they both had some time to get their breath back, though, Dawn endured another round of raspberries, focused on her outie, but bleeding onto her center and middle zones. She laughed herself nearly hoarse before the Queen Mistress ordered a full stop of the midriff and armpit tickling, the latter of which she had hardly noticed.
“Jen, you’ll take Maddie’s place on Dawn’s tummy,” Heather announced. “I don’t have too much time left for tickling Dawn, though, so what is her favorite tickle tool?”
“Hmm, she seems to like being tickled by most everything,” Jen considered. “Maybe toothbrushes? Maddie?”
“Yeah, that or paintbrushes,” Maddie offered. “But I’m sure you can pick out whatever, except flossers, and she’ll love it.”
“We’ll try toothbrushes and paintbrushes,” the royal decided. “For her tummy, Jen can take two toothbrushes, and I’ll use the paintbrushes. Maddie, you can tickle wherever, except the belly, and you can choose which tool you want.”
“I’ll rove, and I’m not going to tell this ticklish lady what I want to use,” Maddie came up near Dawn’s face, smiling deviously, and patted her forehead.
“I think she’s had enough of a break; let’s send her into hysterics,” Queen Mistress Heather proclaimed after a few minutes.
“IHIHIHIT TIHIHICKLEHEHES!” Prepared for the tickling, Dawn let out a word-filled shriek when the brushes met her bare skin. Jen focused one toothbrush on her outie’s knot, and the other went up near her ribs. Meanwhile, the Queen Mistress flicked her two paintbrushes near Dawn’s waist below her bellybutton. Maddie started by spreading Dawn’s big and pointer toes on her right foot and sticking a paintbrush in between. Then she put a toothbrush on the right sole and let it buzz away.
Before too long, though, the foot tickling disappeared from Dawn’s mind. Heather moved her paintbrushes to roughly the borders of the center zone and the right and left zones, while Jen’s non-navel toothbrush buzzed on the right side. The combination of the two different sensations across her midriff put all of Dawn’s attention on her most ticklish spot. When the belly-tickling brushes began to move, the tickles on the abdomen consumed her mind completely. She defaulted to Tummy Paradise ticklee mode again, and that meant that only the tickling on her midsection mattered. Laughter-filled praises flew out of her mouth, and she relaxed in the bliss of being tickled.
“As much as I hate to say it, I think that’s all the time I have,” the Queen Mistress broadcasted, and all the tickle tools left Dawn’s body. “And unfortunately, I do have other business to attend to, so I cannot let Dawn tickle me today. Dawn, can you hear me?”
“Yes.” The professional switch had stayed aware enough to hear the order to end the tickling, and she was fully attentive now.
“Would you be interested in returning to my palace at some point? I promise that Diana will be far away while you’re here.”
“Yes, you’re nice; I think I’d be alright coming back,” Dawn accepted.
“Jen and Maddie usually come here once a month; would you be alright coming next month?”
Dawn considered the proposal. Although the Queen Mistress was nice, she was not sure that coming to the palace once a month was a great idea. There was Lily’s opinion to consider, along with the fact that she would be around the heads of the Tickle Cartel. They might not be the monsters that she encountered as a tickle slave, and they might not want to put her back into tickle slavery, but it still seemed wrong to willingly show up around slavers so much. “Maybe not that soon.”
“How about in six months? Then, you can have some more time around Wendy, and maybe you can explore the Tickle Cartel more,” Heather proposed. “It will hopefully seem a bit less scary then.”
“I guess that would be fine,” Dawn affirmed after a pause. She did need to face her fears and go somewhere like the Tickle Slave Training Academy, and perhaps after that, the palace would be less imposing.
“Great, and I’ll make sure there’s time for you to tickle me next visit,” the royal smiled before backing away and assuming a commanding posture. “Thank you all for visiting my palace, and I look forward to your next visit. Cammy will escort you out.”
“Umm, Queen Mistress, I have one question before we go,” Jen stated as the tickle slave approached them, Dawn’s freedom-affirming paperwork in hand. When the Queen Mistress gestured, she continued. “Tickle Mistress Wendy was supposed to be our ride when we finished up here. Is she available?”
“No, I have some business with her and Lily, and then she has a long appointment with the Royal Tickle Dungeon. She won’t be available for your normal Saturday dinner, and I wouldn’t count on meeting with her tomorrow, either. Since I’m keeping her here, though, I can have Cammy get you a ride in a car. Where were you planning to go?”
“Maddie and I were heading home, and Dawn, you’re welcome to come if you want,” Jen responded.
“That’ll be fine. Cammy, you’ll stay with them until they’re all dropped off. Instruct the driver to take them to Jen and Maddie’s home and wherever Dawn wants to go. Once again, thank you all for coming. Have a wonderful rest of your weekend.”
“Thank you, Queen Mistress.” The three respectfully curtsied before Cammy led them out. After escorting them to a luxury carport, the tickle slave got into the passenger seat and gave the Queen Mistress’ orders to the driver. Dawn accepted her best friends’ invitation to join them at their apartment, and the driver took off in the ultra-rare closed-roof car.
After arriving at Sixteen Swirls, the three thanked the driver before heading into Apartment Q15. “I don’t know about you two, but after the Queen Mistress mentioned dinner, I’ve started to get hungry,” Jen declared as she unlocked the door.
“Same,” Maddie responded, and Dawn made it unanimous.
“What do you want to eat?” Jen headed to the fridge, and the three made a nice meal.
After dinner, Jen asked, “How long do you have before you need to go home, Dawn?”
“I don’t have any plans for the night; I wasn’t sure how long we’d be at the palace,” Dawn replied.
“Then you can stay a while?” Maddie prompted.
“If that’s alright with the two of you.”
“It certainly is.” Jen seized Dawn’s arms and led her over to the couch. “Let’s have a talk.”
“What are we talking about?” Dawn wondered, allowing her limbs to be put into the chains at the top and bottom of the furniture.
“We’ve known that you were hiding your tickle slavery from us since about the time I met you, and we’ve kept some secrets from you, too,” Maddie declared. “It’s not good for friends to hide important things from each other, and we’re all going to spill the beans today. Jen and I decided long ago that once you told us that you’d been a tickle slave, we should all be comfortable sharing our deepest, darkest secrets. So, got anything you wanna tell us?”
“WAHAHAHAIT NOHOHOHO NOHOHOHOT THAHAHAHAT!” Dawn pleaded as Jen stuck an active flosser on her left side. “PLEHEHEHEASE!”
“Ten minutes and we’ll give you a chance to talk,” Jen announced. “We’ll keep using the flossers until we’re convinced that you’re out of secrets, and we’ll go for at least ten minutes each time. Then it’s my turn, and Maddie will go last. After that, Maddie can use some fun tools on the two of us.” By the end of the night, flossers, Q-tips, and paintbrushes had inspired all sorts of confessions from the three.
Next Chapter
Chapter 12: The Rarest Reunion, Part 1
After this part, there will be another long time skip before the next section. The next section will be the final part of Dawn's Story, and it will contain multiple chapters (I am currently planning for three).
I hope you enjoy the story! 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 8
“In the meantime, Dawn, I think Wendy still has a price to pay for setting you up,” the Queen Mistress proclaimed after letting Jen and Maddie go after Lily again.
“Wait, wait, I already paid a price; you tickled me when you were asking questions!” the Tickle Mistress pleaded.
“Can I get her sole with a hairbrush?” Dawn requested.
“I don’t need to pay her back; you can have both,” the royal announced.
“Dawn, please!”
“Just put some more oil on them, and you’ll be set. I do want to tickle you some more before you leave, though, and I’ll let you know when I’m ready for that.”
“Thanks, Queen Mistress!” Dawn exclaimed as the royal returned to her throne. “Tickle Mistress, I hated being tricked into a room with Diana.”
Wendy attempted to yank her feet out of the stocks as they got covered in baby oil, to no avail. Then she begged and pleaded, but Dawn was not in a mood to listen. Even after the hairbrushes started scrubbing, the pleas for mercy continued, but the professional switch reveled in the rare opportunity to dish out punishment. She worked over the bare soles for several minutes, giving Wendy breaks just long enough to extend the tickle torture.
Eventually, the Queen Mistress tapped Dawn’s shoulder, and she ordered the professional switch to cease. The royal sent Wendy away with a couple of her tickle slaves, although she did not specify when Dawn asked where the Tickle Mistress was going. Shortly afterwards, Heather ordered Jen and Maddie to release Lily, whom she also sequestered.
Once the room was down to the Queen Mistress, her standard accompaniment, and three guests, she addressed Dawn, “Dawn, are you ready for some more tickling?” The switch grinned and nodded, excited to be on the receiving end again. “Okay, I’m going to have Jen and Maddie help me, as long as that’s alright with you.”
“Definitely! They tickle me quite a bit anyways.”
“Perfect. Jen, Maddie, let’s get Dawn on the rack.” Dawn practically hopped over to the bondage device and let her best friends restrain her. “Okay, Jen, you’ll be at Dawn’s armpits, and Maddie, you get her feet. I’m going to focus on this tummy for now. We may switch spots later, so you’ll both have a chance at her belly.” The two Dungeon Ticklers got into position without complaint after hearing this. “Okay, time to laugh, Dawn!”
The professional switch immediately burst into laughter when six hands targeted her exposed body. With a sleeveless crop top and no shoes or socks, she offered no resistance to any of the ticklers, and their fingers took full advantage. Dawn lapsed into her Tummy Paradise ticklee mode, and she began to offer encouraging comments through her laughter. Most of those comments were directed towards the Queen Mistress, who effortlessly worked over her most ticklish spot, often brushing nails on the hypersensitive outie.
However, as fun as the finger tickling was, Dawn hoped for more, and Heather soon delivered. Her mouth came down and blew a raspberry right on the protruding navel, and Dawn shrieked. Apparently, the royal enjoyed this, because she buzzed the stomach three more times before launching a furious finger assault. She called down to the tickler at the foot of the rack, “Maddie, come up here. I think Dawn could use some more tickles on her tummy, and I can only give her so many raspberries before I run out of breath.”
“PFFFT! PFFT! PFFFFFFFT!” The two torso ticklers traded turns blowing zerberts on the exposed midsection, and Dawn began to involuntarily squirm around on the rack. She never got very far, and all the raspberries hit their targets with ruthless efficiency. As a normal tickle technique from Tummy Paradise, Dawn loved the buzzing treatment, and she was glad that she could not escape. The two ticklers managed to keep blowing for several minutes before they had to take a break and let their nails do the work. Once they both had some time to get their breath back, though, Dawn endured another round of raspberries, focused on her outie, but bleeding onto her center and middle zones. She laughed herself nearly hoarse before the Queen Mistress ordered a full stop of the midriff and armpit tickling, the latter of which she had hardly noticed.
“Jen, you’ll take Maddie’s place on Dawn’s tummy,” Heather announced. “I don’t have too much time left for tickling Dawn, though, so what is her favorite tickle tool?”
“Hmm, she seems to like being tickled by most everything,” Jen considered. “Maybe toothbrushes? Maddie?”
“Yeah, that or paintbrushes,” Maddie offered. “But I’m sure you can pick out whatever, except flossers, and she’ll love it.”
“We’ll try toothbrushes and paintbrushes,” the royal decided. “For her tummy, Jen can take two toothbrushes, and I’ll use the paintbrushes. Maddie, you can tickle wherever, except the belly, and you can choose which tool you want.”
“I’ll rove, and I’m not going to tell this ticklish lady what I want to use,” Maddie came up near Dawn’s face, smiling deviously, and patted her forehead.
“I think she’s had enough of a break; let’s send her into hysterics,” Queen Mistress Heather proclaimed after a few minutes.
“IHIHIHIT TIHIHICKLEHEHES!” Prepared for the tickling, Dawn let out a word-filled shriek when the brushes met her bare skin. Jen focused one toothbrush on her outie’s knot, and the other went up near her ribs. Meanwhile, the Queen Mistress flicked her two paintbrushes near Dawn’s waist below her bellybutton. Maddie started by spreading Dawn’s big and pointer toes on her right foot and sticking a paintbrush in between. Then she put a toothbrush on the right sole and let it buzz away.
Before too long, though, the foot tickling disappeared from Dawn’s mind. Heather moved her paintbrushes to roughly the borders of the center zone and the right and left zones, while Jen’s non-navel toothbrush buzzed on the right side. The combination of the two different sensations across her midriff put all of Dawn’s attention on her most ticklish spot. When the belly-tickling brushes began to move, the tickles on the abdomen consumed her mind completely. She defaulted to Tummy Paradise ticklee mode again, and that meant that only the tickling on her midsection mattered. Laughter-filled praises flew out of her mouth, and she relaxed in the bliss of being tickled.
“As much as I hate to say it, I think that’s all the time I have,” the Queen Mistress broadcasted, and all the tickle tools left Dawn’s body. “And unfortunately, I do have other business to attend to, so I cannot let Dawn tickle me today. Dawn, can you hear me?”
“Yes.” The professional switch had stayed aware enough to hear the order to end the tickling, and she was fully attentive now.
“Would you be interested in returning to my palace at some point? I promise that Diana will be far away while you’re here.”
“Yes, you’re nice; I think I’d be alright coming back,” Dawn accepted.
“Jen and Maddie usually come here once a month; would you be alright coming next month?”
Dawn considered the proposal. Although the Queen Mistress was nice, she was not sure that coming to the palace once a month was a great idea. There was Lily’s opinion to consider, along with the fact that she would be around the heads of the Tickle Cartel. They might not be the monsters that she encountered as a tickle slave, and they might not want to put her back into tickle slavery, but it still seemed wrong to willingly show up around slavers so much. “Maybe not that soon.”
“How about in six months? Then, you can have some more time around Wendy, and maybe you can explore the Tickle Cartel more,” Heather proposed. “It will hopefully seem a bit less scary then.”
“I guess that would be fine,” Dawn affirmed after a pause. She did need to face her fears and go somewhere like the Tickle Slave Training Academy, and perhaps after that, the palace would be less imposing.
“Great, and I’ll make sure there’s time for you to tickle me next visit,” the royal smiled before backing away and assuming a commanding posture. “Thank you all for visiting my palace, and I look forward to your next visit. Cammy will escort you out.”
“Umm, Queen Mistress, I have one question before we go,” Jen stated as the tickle slave approached them, Dawn’s freedom-affirming paperwork in hand. When the Queen Mistress gestured, she continued. “Tickle Mistress Wendy was supposed to be our ride when we finished up here. Is she available?”
“No, I have some business with her and Lily, and then she has a long appointment with the Royal Tickle Dungeon. She won’t be available for your normal Saturday dinner, and I wouldn’t count on meeting with her tomorrow, either. Since I’m keeping her here, though, I can have Cammy get you a ride in a car. Where were you planning to go?”
“Maddie and I were heading home, and Dawn, you’re welcome to come if you want,” Jen responded.
“That’ll be fine. Cammy, you’ll stay with them until they’re all dropped off. Instruct the driver to take them to Jen and Maddie’s home and wherever Dawn wants to go. Once again, thank you all for coming. Have a wonderful rest of your weekend.”
“Thank you, Queen Mistress.” The three respectfully curtsied before Cammy led them out. After escorting them to a luxury carport, the tickle slave got into the passenger seat and gave the Queen Mistress’ orders to the driver. Dawn accepted her best friends’ invitation to join them at their apartment, and the driver took off in the ultra-rare closed-roof car.
After arriving at Sixteen Swirls, the three thanked the driver before heading into Apartment Q15. “I don’t know about you two, but after the Queen Mistress mentioned dinner, I’ve started to get hungry,” Jen declared as she unlocked the door.
“Same,” Maddie responded, and Dawn made it unanimous.
“What do you want to eat?” Jen headed to the fridge, and the three made a nice meal.
After dinner, Jen asked, “How long do you have before you need to go home, Dawn?”
“I don’t have any plans for the night; I wasn’t sure how long we’d be at the palace,” Dawn replied.
“Then you can stay a while?” Maddie prompted.
“If that’s alright with the two of you.”
“It certainly is.” Jen seized Dawn’s arms and led her over to the couch. “Let’s have a talk.”
“What are we talking about?” Dawn wondered, allowing her limbs to be put into the chains at the top and bottom of the furniture.
“We’ve known that you were hiding your tickle slavery from us since about the time I met you, and we’ve kept some secrets from you, too,” Maddie declared. “It’s not good for friends to hide important things from each other, and we’re all going to spill the beans today. Jen and I decided long ago that once you told us that you’d been a tickle slave, we should all be comfortable sharing our deepest, darkest secrets. So, got anything you wanna tell us?”
“WAHAHAHAIT NOHOHOHO NOHOHOHOT THAHAHAHAT!” Dawn pleaded as Jen stuck an active flosser on her left side. “PLEHEHEHEASE!”
“Ten minutes and we’ll give you a chance to talk,” Jen announced. “We’ll keep using the flossers until we’re convinced that you’re out of secrets, and we’ll go for at least ten minutes each time. Then it’s my turn, and Maddie will go last. After that, Maddie can use some fun tools on the two of us.” By the end of the night, flossers, Q-tips, and paintbrushes had inspired all sorts of confessions from the three.
Next Chapter
Chapter 12: The Rarest Reunion, Part 1
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