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Here is part 5 of Chapter 16 of Dawn's Story. I hope you enjoy it! Please let me know what you think, and thank you for reading!
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Dawn’s mind was sprinting to figure out why her legs were making her run away from Connor. The whole point of the escape game was to get Connor to tickle her, but now that he was about to do that, she was sprinting away. Regardless, her legs, not her mind, were controlling her movements, and they wanted to get out of the living room as quickly as possible.
Fortunately for the tickle-hungry Dawn, Connor’s reaction time had not been dulled by the tickling. He jumped up after her and caught her wrist as she was about to exit the living room, no more than ten steps from where she started. Pulling her back towards the couch, his finger poked at her bare side.
“EEK!” she squealed, and her mind caught up with her legs’ thoughts. Connor was much stronger than her, and with him ready to tickle her, she had no recourse after getting caught. Only now, secured by her former slave, did she realize why she had run: to delay the tickling by getting back to her room and locking the door. Then, once she was ready to laugh, she would come out on her own terms. “Con, no!” she protested as he pulled her into a hug. Instead, the hugging hand squeezed her side, and another squeal left Dawn’s mouth. Her body reacted to the hug like it had the prior Sunday, temporarily eliminating her fight as Connor picked her up. “No, no!” her mind continued to dictate her words, even as she stopped squirming. The former tickle slave ignored her, carrying her all the way over to the couch and then dumping her on her back.
Without the comforting hug, her body started struggling again as Connor grabbed her wrists and forced them over her head. Her mind briefly caught onto the niceness of the hug, but being pinned on the couch snapped it back to resistance. “Con, stop!” she protested, but he closed the couch cuffs over her wrists. On the way down to her ankles, he scribbled ten fingers on her sensitized stomach for twenty seconds. Getting tickled on her favorite spot convinced her body to stop fighting again, and the comparatively long tickles allowed her mind to reset its thinking. She did not fully love her situation until he had bound her ankles to the bottom of the couch, but after getting restrained, her whole body and mind embraced the upcoming tickling.
Connor had a different view on the situation. Instead of immediately attacking her defenseless abdomen, he kneeled by it. “Dawn, you said that I was allowed to tickle you once I got free, and that’s why I tied you up,” he announced. “But you seemed-”
“Go ahead, tickle me!” Dawn interrupted eagerly, a giant smile on her face.
“Dawn, you seemed like you didn’t want to be tickled now,” Connor finished his thoughts.
“It’s okay; I want to be tickled,” she insisted.
Her words failed to convince Connor. “Dawn, you ran away.”
“You can tickle me, Con. It’s your reward for winning the game.”
“Dawn, I don’t want to mess up again like Sunday night.”
“That’s why I’m giving you permission.”
“But you ran-”
“I was going to come back, Con,” she decided to try a different approach.
“Does that mean you need some time before I tickle you?” he asked.
“No, I don’t. Just tickle me, Con. Tickle me for as long as you want.”
“You really seemed like you wanted some time before I tickled you.”
“You took some time to tie me up. I’m ready to be tickled.”
Connor was still unconvinced. “Can we put a time limit on this?” he requested nervously. “This has been a lot like how I got into trouble Sunday night.”
Connor’s words, even though they were essentially identical to what Olivia claimed he would say, did not dissuade Dawn. “You didn’t have my permission then; you do now. Just start tickling me, and I’m sure you’ll get comfortable.”
“Dawn, I don’t want to get too comfortable and accidentally hurt you. How about I just tickle you for half an hour?”
He was beginning to frustrate her. On Sunday night, he had given her a nearly perfect tickling, albeit with imperfect circumstances. There had been no time limit then. This was her chance to get perfect circumstances, and there was no way she was letting that go. Plus, Sunday night already proved that Connor would not appreciate a timer telling him to stop. “No, Con. I said no time limit earlier, and I meant it. If I’d wanted to give you a hard time limit, we wouldn’t have played that game. I would have just let you tie me down and tickle me.”
“I still really don’t want to repeat Sunday.”
‘You may not want to, but I do,’ she thought.
He continued, “I tickle tortured you pretty bad then, and now that you’re letting me tickle you, I don’t want to earn myself another punishment by going too far. Will you at least tell me if I need to stop?”
“You’re going to choose when to stop. Just tickle me, Con,” she insisted, eager to feel his fingers on her bare belly.
“Mistress Felicity didn’t give me one very often, but she sometimes let us use a safeword to end a tickling,” he proposed. “How about I give you one, and you can stop the tickling if I’m about to earn myself a punishment?”
Dawn considered it for a few seconds, ‘I guess I can have a safeword and just refuse to use it. Then, Con will have to choose when to stop for himself.’
“Fine,” she accepted, exasperated. “I’ll use the Tummy Paradise ones: ‘Red’ for stop completely or ‘Yellow’ if I need a breather. Promise me, though, that if I use ‘Yellow’, you’ll just take a break unless you’re actually ready to stop.”
“I can do that.”
“And don’t expect me to use ‘Red’ at all. I do get tickled for a job, Con, and I can stand a ton of tickling. You’re going to have to choose when to stop.”
“Okay,” he doubtfully replied. “Just don’t be afraid to use it if you need to. I want this to be enjoyable for both of us.”
“I’ll be happy if you tickle me to your heart’s content,” she smiled again. “Now tickle me, Con.”
“Aren’t you supposed to stop ordering me around now that I’m free?” he asked, although his fingers tickled the close side of her stomach.
“IHIHI DIHIHIDN’T SAHAHAY WHEHEHERE!” she used a flimsy excuse. “YEHEHES, COHOHOHON! IHIHIHIT TIHIHICKLEHEHES!”
“This feels a little different than the last time I tickled it,” the tickler noted as he skittered up onto the ceiling-facing part of her midriff.
“LOHOHOHOHOTION!” she explained.
“Lotion? Is that why it feels… soft?” he gulped.
“SOHOHOFTEHEHER! MOHOHOHORE TIHIHICKLIHIHISH!”
“More ticklish?” He dug in a little, and her shrieks increased in volume. “Yeah, maybe. You were already really ticklish.” His fingers backed off to the light skitters of before.
“YEHEHEHES! IHIHIHITS SOHOHO MUHUHUCH BEHEHETTEHEHER, TOHOHOO! COHOHOME OHOHON, COHOHON! IHIHIM TIHIHICKLIHIHISH! IHIHI KNOHOHOW YOUHUHU WAHAHANT TOHOHO REHEHEALLEHEE TIHIHICKLE MEHEHEHE!”
“I still don’t want to overwhelm you. If this lotion really makes you more ticklish-”
“IHIHIHIT DOHOHOHOES! IHIHI LOHOHOVE IHIHIHIT, COHOHOHON! YOUHUHU DIHIHIHID SUHUHUNDAHAHAY!”
His fingers slowed to off-and-on torso taps. “You hated Sunday, though. Back then, I knew I couldn’t avoid being tickled, so I wanted to really get you good. Maybe that earned me a worse punishment, but you were going to tickle my ribs anyways. I don’t want anything like that now.”
Keeping her laughter at the same volume, she resorted to threats to get back to the good tickling, “IHIHIHILL GEHEHEHET YOUHUHU SOHOHO MUHUHUCH WOHOHORSE IHIHIF YOUHUHU DOHOHONT JUHUHUST TIHIHICKLE MEHEHEHE!”
“I’m tickling you, Dawn. I just don’t want to torture you like last Sunday.”
Even though she was laughing, she made sure her frustration with Connor’s hesitation was clear. “FIHIHIHINE YEHEHELLOHOHOHOW!”
“You need a breather, Dawn?” he instantly removed his tapping fingers from his former mistress’ midsection.
It only took her a few seconds to catch her breath. “Connor Richard Kester,” she addressed him with her commanding voice, “You did not tickle torture me at all on Sunday night. You did not respect my authority as your mistress; that was why I was mad. It was the only reason. Even then, I loved the actual tickling you did. I know you loved it, too; you made that infinitely clear. That’s why I set up the game, so you could have that same feeling of fun tickling me.”
“Wait, why did you have to tickle me first today?”
“Because you were just a tickle slave this morning. You needed some incentive to go all out on me. If I’d just let you tie me down, I don’t think you’d have done much more than what you’ve already done, if even that much. I figured that if I tickled you first, you’d have your fun taking revenge on me.”
“But what if I tickle tortured you as part of my revenge?”
“It’s really hard to tickle torture me, Con. A whole lot harder than it was before I got taken by the Tickle Cartel, and a whole lot harder than I made it seem Sunday night. I wouldn’t have covered my belly in Tingly Torso lotion if I thought it would tickle too much when you got me. I wanted you to tickle me at my most ticklish. We’ll both enjoy it.”
“I still don’t see why you had to tickle me so much.”
“Because if I hadn’t gone all out on your ribs, you wouldn’t do the same to my belly. I didn’t want you to just get a taste of tickling me and then have to stop because of a time limit or fear that you’ll be punished. I want you to find out just how much you enjoy tickling me. If I really need you to stop, I’ve got the safeword. Even if you somehow ignore that, we’re good friends, and you won’t hurt me. Remember, I may not have been able to stop you from tying me down and tickling me Sunday, but I was able to stop you from using the flosser. I can and will repeat that if I feel you’re going too far.”
“Will you still be able to stop me with the Tingly Torso lotion on?”
“Absolutely. Aside from the last few days, I’ve put that on every single day since I started working at Tummy Paradise. That’s nine years of Tingly Torso lotion. Some days, I even put it on more than once. I’m used to being this ticklish, and I love being this ticklish.”
“You promise that you won’t let me get carried away?”
“I promise. But you won’t be able to make me want to stop you, as long as you stay away from the flosser. That was the only time I would have used a safeword if you’d given me one Sunday night.”
“I’m not going to use a flosser on you, Dawn,” Connor shuddered. “I don’t want to remind you of being a tickle slave.”
“Then there’s nothing stopping us both from enjoying this unless you hold back. Please, Con, don’t hold back. We both want you to tickle me silly.”
He looked long and hard at her. Content with the big smile on her face, he relaxed and positioned both hands above her bare belly. “Okay, Dawn. You have your safeword; use it if you really need me to stop. Until then, you’re going to laugh harder than last Sunday.” Her smile stayed, giving Connor all the encouragement he needed.
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Chapter 16: Free Friends, Part 6
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Dawn’s mind was sprinting to figure out why her legs were making her run away from Connor. The whole point of the escape game was to get Connor to tickle her, but now that he was about to do that, she was sprinting away. Regardless, her legs, not her mind, were controlling her movements, and they wanted to get out of the living room as quickly as possible.
Fortunately for the tickle-hungry Dawn, Connor’s reaction time had not been dulled by the tickling. He jumped up after her and caught her wrist as she was about to exit the living room, no more than ten steps from where she started. Pulling her back towards the couch, his finger poked at her bare side.
“EEK!” she squealed, and her mind caught up with her legs’ thoughts. Connor was much stronger than her, and with him ready to tickle her, she had no recourse after getting caught. Only now, secured by her former slave, did she realize why she had run: to delay the tickling by getting back to her room and locking the door. Then, once she was ready to laugh, she would come out on her own terms. “Con, no!” she protested as he pulled her into a hug. Instead, the hugging hand squeezed her side, and another squeal left Dawn’s mouth. Her body reacted to the hug like it had the prior Sunday, temporarily eliminating her fight as Connor picked her up. “No, no!” her mind continued to dictate her words, even as she stopped squirming. The former tickle slave ignored her, carrying her all the way over to the couch and then dumping her on her back.
Without the comforting hug, her body started struggling again as Connor grabbed her wrists and forced them over her head. Her mind briefly caught onto the niceness of the hug, but being pinned on the couch snapped it back to resistance. “Con, stop!” she protested, but he closed the couch cuffs over her wrists. On the way down to her ankles, he scribbled ten fingers on her sensitized stomach for twenty seconds. Getting tickled on her favorite spot convinced her body to stop fighting again, and the comparatively long tickles allowed her mind to reset its thinking. She did not fully love her situation until he had bound her ankles to the bottom of the couch, but after getting restrained, her whole body and mind embraced the upcoming tickling.
Connor had a different view on the situation. Instead of immediately attacking her defenseless abdomen, he kneeled by it. “Dawn, you said that I was allowed to tickle you once I got free, and that’s why I tied you up,” he announced. “But you seemed-”
“Go ahead, tickle me!” Dawn interrupted eagerly, a giant smile on her face.
“Dawn, you seemed like you didn’t want to be tickled now,” Connor finished his thoughts.
“It’s okay; I want to be tickled,” she insisted.
Her words failed to convince Connor. “Dawn, you ran away.”
“You can tickle me, Con. It’s your reward for winning the game.”
“Dawn, I don’t want to mess up again like Sunday night.”
“That’s why I’m giving you permission.”
“But you ran-”
“I was going to come back, Con,” she decided to try a different approach.
“Does that mean you need some time before I tickle you?” he asked.
“No, I don’t. Just tickle me, Con. Tickle me for as long as you want.”
“You really seemed like you wanted some time before I tickled you.”
“You took some time to tie me up. I’m ready to be tickled.”
Connor was still unconvinced. “Can we put a time limit on this?” he requested nervously. “This has been a lot like how I got into trouble Sunday night.”
Connor’s words, even though they were essentially identical to what Olivia claimed he would say, did not dissuade Dawn. “You didn’t have my permission then; you do now. Just start tickling me, and I’m sure you’ll get comfortable.”
“Dawn, I don’t want to get too comfortable and accidentally hurt you. How about I just tickle you for half an hour?”
He was beginning to frustrate her. On Sunday night, he had given her a nearly perfect tickling, albeit with imperfect circumstances. There had been no time limit then. This was her chance to get perfect circumstances, and there was no way she was letting that go. Plus, Sunday night already proved that Connor would not appreciate a timer telling him to stop. “No, Con. I said no time limit earlier, and I meant it. If I’d wanted to give you a hard time limit, we wouldn’t have played that game. I would have just let you tie me down and tickle me.”
“I still really don’t want to repeat Sunday.”
‘You may not want to, but I do,’ she thought.
He continued, “I tickle tortured you pretty bad then, and now that you’re letting me tickle you, I don’t want to earn myself another punishment by going too far. Will you at least tell me if I need to stop?”
“You’re going to choose when to stop. Just tickle me, Con,” she insisted, eager to feel his fingers on her bare belly.
“Mistress Felicity didn’t give me one very often, but she sometimes let us use a safeword to end a tickling,” he proposed. “How about I give you one, and you can stop the tickling if I’m about to earn myself a punishment?”
Dawn considered it for a few seconds, ‘I guess I can have a safeword and just refuse to use it. Then, Con will have to choose when to stop for himself.’
“Fine,” she accepted, exasperated. “I’ll use the Tummy Paradise ones: ‘Red’ for stop completely or ‘Yellow’ if I need a breather. Promise me, though, that if I use ‘Yellow’, you’ll just take a break unless you’re actually ready to stop.”
“I can do that.”
“And don’t expect me to use ‘Red’ at all. I do get tickled for a job, Con, and I can stand a ton of tickling. You’re going to have to choose when to stop.”
“Okay,” he doubtfully replied. “Just don’t be afraid to use it if you need to. I want this to be enjoyable for both of us.”
“I’ll be happy if you tickle me to your heart’s content,” she smiled again. “Now tickle me, Con.”
“Aren’t you supposed to stop ordering me around now that I’m free?” he asked, although his fingers tickled the close side of her stomach.
“IHIHI DIHIHIDN’T SAHAHAY WHEHEHERE!” she used a flimsy excuse. “YEHEHES, COHOHOHON! IHIHIHIT TIHIHICKLEHEHES!”
“This feels a little different than the last time I tickled it,” the tickler noted as he skittered up onto the ceiling-facing part of her midriff.
“LOHOHOHOHOTION!” she explained.
“Lotion? Is that why it feels… soft?” he gulped.
“SOHOHOFTEHEHER! MOHOHOHORE TIHIHICKLIHIHISH!”
“More ticklish?” He dug in a little, and her shrieks increased in volume. “Yeah, maybe. You were already really ticklish.” His fingers backed off to the light skitters of before.
“YEHEHEHES! IHIHIHITS SOHOHO MUHUHUCH BEHEHETTEHEHER, TOHOHOO! COHOHOME OHOHON, COHOHON! IHIHIM TIHIHICKLIHIHISH! IHIHI KNOHOHOW YOUHUHU WAHAHANT TOHOHO REHEHEALLEHEE TIHIHICKLE MEHEHEHE!”
“I still don’t want to overwhelm you. If this lotion really makes you more ticklish-”
“IHIHIHIT DOHOHOHOES! IHIHI LOHOHOVE IHIHIHIT, COHOHOHON! YOUHUHU DIHIHIHID SUHUHUNDAHAHAY!”
His fingers slowed to off-and-on torso taps. “You hated Sunday, though. Back then, I knew I couldn’t avoid being tickled, so I wanted to really get you good. Maybe that earned me a worse punishment, but you were going to tickle my ribs anyways. I don’t want anything like that now.”
Keeping her laughter at the same volume, she resorted to threats to get back to the good tickling, “IHIHIHILL GEHEHEHET YOUHUHU SOHOHO MUHUHUCH WOHOHORSE IHIHIF YOUHUHU DOHOHONT JUHUHUST TIHIHICKLE MEHEHEHE!”
“I’m tickling you, Dawn. I just don’t want to torture you like last Sunday.”
Even though she was laughing, she made sure her frustration with Connor’s hesitation was clear. “FIHIHIHINE YEHEHELLOHOHOHOW!”
“You need a breather, Dawn?” he instantly removed his tapping fingers from his former mistress’ midsection.
It only took her a few seconds to catch her breath. “Connor Richard Kester,” she addressed him with her commanding voice, “You did not tickle torture me at all on Sunday night. You did not respect my authority as your mistress; that was why I was mad. It was the only reason. Even then, I loved the actual tickling you did. I know you loved it, too; you made that infinitely clear. That’s why I set up the game, so you could have that same feeling of fun tickling me.”
“Wait, why did you have to tickle me first today?”
“Because you were just a tickle slave this morning. You needed some incentive to go all out on me. If I’d just let you tie me down, I don’t think you’d have done much more than what you’ve already done, if even that much. I figured that if I tickled you first, you’d have your fun taking revenge on me.”
“But what if I tickle tortured you as part of my revenge?”
“It’s really hard to tickle torture me, Con. A whole lot harder than it was before I got taken by the Tickle Cartel, and a whole lot harder than I made it seem Sunday night. I wouldn’t have covered my belly in Tingly Torso lotion if I thought it would tickle too much when you got me. I wanted you to tickle me at my most ticklish. We’ll both enjoy it.”
“I still don’t see why you had to tickle me so much.”
“Because if I hadn’t gone all out on your ribs, you wouldn’t do the same to my belly. I didn’t want you to just get a taste of tickling me and then have to stop because of a time limit or fear that you’ll be punished. I want you to find out just how much you enjoy tickling me. If I really need you to stop, I’ve got the safeword. Even if you somehow ignore that, we’re good friends, and you won’t hurt me. Remember, I may not have been able to stop you from tying me down and tickling me Sunday, but I was able to stop you from using the flosser. I can and will repeat that if I feel you’re going too far.”
“Will you still be able to stop me with the Tingly Torso lotion on?”
“Absolutely. Aside from the last few days, I’ve put that on every single day since I started working at Tummy Paradise. That’s nine years of Tingly Torso lotion. Some days, I even put it on more than once. I’m used to being this ticklish, and I love being this ticklish.”
“You promise that you won’t let me get carried away?”
“I promise. But you won’t be able to make me want to stop you, as long as you stay away from the flosser. That was the only time I would have used a safeword if you’d given me one Sunday night.”
“I’m not going to use a flosser on you, Dawn,” Connor shuddered. “I don’t want to remind you of being a tickle slave.”
“Then there’s nothing stopping us both from enjoying this unless you hold back. Please, Con, don’t hold back. We both want you to tickle me silly.”
He looked long and hard at her. Content with the big smile on her face, he relaxed and positioned both hands above her bare belly. “Okay, Dawn. You have your safeword; use it if you really need me to stop. Until then, you’re going to laugh harder than last Sunday.” Her smile stayed, giving Connor all the encouragement he needed.
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Chapter 16: Free Friends, Part 6
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