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Here is part 6 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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“AHAHAHAHA THIHIHIHIS TIHIHIHICKLEHEHES SOHOHOHO MUHUHUCH!” Dawn happily shrieked when all of Connor’s fingers touched down on the top of her torso.
“You really think so, Dawn?” he hesitantly teased. “I still can’t believe that you’ve managed to get more ticklish since the last time I got you.”
“BEHEHELIEHEHEHVE IHIHIHIT, COHOHOHON!”
“Well, maybe ‘believe’ wasn’t the right phrasing, but I like this a whole lot more than Sunday. It’s fun to tickle you and not have you begging.”
“YOHOHOU’LL HAHAHAVE SOHOHO MUHUHUHCH FUHUHUHUN!”
“I’m sure I will.” He tickled up near her ribs. “I know these aren’t nearly as ticklish as mine, but you tickled me so much there that I just have to get yours, too.” His left hand attacked that side of her ribs, while the other remained on the more sensitive stomach.
“IHIHIHI GEHEHEHET IHIHIHIT! NOHOHOT AHAHAS FUHUHUN, THOHOHOUGH!”
“You’re right about that,” Connor acknowledged as he switched rib-tickling hands. “You still deserve it for how much you tickle tortured me on mine.”
“YEHEAH, OHOHOKAHAHAY!” she allowed, hoping that he would take plenty of revenge on her, including using most of the tickle methods she tormented him with. That was, until she remembered how much she tickled his chest. Slightly concerned that he would actually tickle up there, despite what Olivia said, she forced herself to laugh out, “NOHOHO HIHIHIGHEHEHER!”
“Do you mean ‘Don’t go higher’ or ‘No, please go higher’?” he wondered hesitantly.
“DOHOHONT GOHOHOHO HIHIGHEHEHER!” she quickly dictated.
“Good, because right now, I’m not comfortable going above your ribs.” With that, her minor fears were assuaged. “Maybe sometime later, and only if you want, but I don’t think I’d feel alright doing that anytime soon. I already told you that not even mistresses can tickle female tickle slaves there, and you’re not a tickle slave.”
“IHIHIHI WOHOHONT PUHUHUSH YOUHUHU!” she reassured him, and he moved his rib-tickling hand back down to her belly. “THIHIHIS IHIHIS GREHEHEHEAT!”
“It is, isn’t it? You’re so much more ticklish than Sunday night, Dawn. You know, you went really crazy when I got your bellybutton then. I bet you’d go even more crazy now.”
“SOHOHOHO CRAHAHAZEHEHE!” she confirmed, hoping that he would tickle her navel.
“It’s too bad that this couch can only hold you so well. You’re still moving your belly around too much to get a perfect tickle. Some time, I’m going to have to get you on the rack and strap you in like you did to me. Then I’m going to take a single feather and just slide it all around your outie.”
“YEHEHEHES!” she exclaimed excitedly.
“I could also use my fingers and spider all over your bellybutton.” His fingers began to tickle towards the center of her midriff again, but they stayed away from the protruding target.
“OHOHOHOHOHOH YEHEHEHEHES!”
“Or how about a paintbrush? You loved using that on me, and I bet a softer one would work so well on your soft, sensitive bellybutton.”
“IHIHIHITS SOHOHOHO GOOHOOHOOD!”
“Even right now, I could just lean down and blow a big raspberry on the top of your tickle button.”
“YEHEHES! YEHEHEHES! YEHEHEHES! PLEHEHEHASE!”
“You like that idea, Dawn? Even though your bellybutton is so ticklish right now?”
“PLEHEHEHEASE, COHOHOHON! TIHIHIHICKLE MEHEHEHE!”
“I’m already tickling you, Dawn.”
“GEHEHEHET MYHYHY BUHUHUTTOHOHON! RAHAHASPBEHEHERREHEHE IHIHIHIT!”
“You really want to be raspberried. Well, remember what you did when you were tickling me?”
“YEHEHEHES IHIHIHIHI DOHOHOHO!” She had blown so many raspberries on him, and it was time for him to return the favor.
All of a sudden, his hands shot out to her sides and began squeezing. “Yes, Dawn. You tortured me when I was your tickle slave. You didn’t show any mercy, and you certainly didn’t do what I wanted.”
“EEK! COHOHOHOHOHON!” She tried to rebuke Connor with sharp laughter.
“It’s my choice of where and how to tickle, not yours. But that shouldn’t be a problem now. You said you wanted me to have fun tickling you, and right now, tickling your sides sounds like a whole lot of fun.”
“EEK FIHIHI- EEK AHAHAHA EEK FIHIHINE!” Dawn squealed so much from the squeezes that she temporarily lost her words, but she quickly recovered.
“Plus, you do look cute when you laugh like that. It’s really fun to tickle you.” Connor transitioned to spidering up and down her sides, giving her a break from the short squeals.
“THAHAHAHANKS! IHIHIHIM GLAHAHAD YOUHUHU LIHIHIKE IHIHIHIT!”
“Back to your bellybutton…” He paused, and Dawn’s eyes brightened in anticipation of her favorite spot finally getting targeted. “I will get it at some point. Maybe not this session, maybe not today, but it’s on my list of places to tickle you. Plus, I know how sensitive it was last Sunday. You practically laughed yourself to sleep when I got it with the toothbrush. Now that you’re enjoying being tickled, I think I’ll have to find another one and see how you really feel about them. Just stick it right on top of that bellybutton and let it buzz.”
“COHOHOHOHON!” she whined. He was so cruel, just talking and not tickling her navel.
“Doesn’t that sound like a great time?”
“YEHEHEHEHES!” She put some extra force into her answer, hoping it would push him into action.
“It does, doesn’t it?” He glanced down at her bare belly, and she could see a glimmer in his eyes when they focused on the center. Tickling in towards the center with his hands, he took a deep breath…
Dawn’s eyes widened, and her laughter gained a little glee. All the raspberries she had blown on his ribs during punishments were about to pay off. It really was her turn.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” she threw her head back in laughter when his fingers dug into her bare sides.
“Oh, Dawn, you’re…” Connor broke into laughter of his own, and his tickling fingers weakened a little. “Dawn, you’re so fun to mess with.”
“COHOHOHOME OHOHOHON, COHOHOHON!” she pleaded as the tickling moved back to the top of her midriff. “IHIHIHI WAHAHAHANT IHIHIHIT! YOUHUHUHU WAHAHANT IHIHIHIT!”
“Hey, I’m having fun messing with you. I’m doing exactly what you told me to: tickling you and having fun with it. You never told me where to tickle, but I’m being nice and tickling your tummy to let you have fun, too. Shouldn’t that be enough?”
“BUHUHUHUT, BUHUHUT- EEEEE AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Finally, one of his fingers brushed the top of her outie while tickling near it, and she shrieked in surprise. “YEHEHEHEHES, COHOHOHON! MOHOHOHORE!”
“Wow, you’re not kidding about that lotion enhancing your ticklishness. Even your bellybutton’s super sensitive.”
“YEHEHES MOHOHOHORE MOHOHORE MOHOHOHORE COHOHOHON!”
Instead of following her lead, his hands separated towards her sides, where he could spider up and down. “That was fun, Dawn, but it was just a single finger,” he pointed out. “I wonder what would happen if I used a more effective method to tickle you.”
“YOUHUHU WOHOHOULD LOHOHOVE IHIHIHIT!” she insisted.
“Hmmm,” he considered, then leaned down, putting his chin right below her bellybutton.
Despite hungering for a navel tickling, she kept her facial expression constant. She was not going to fall for the trick a third time, even though his mouth was so close to her outie. He could blow a raspberry with her hardly seeing it coming, but she was not going to get excited. Two fake outs were enough. Internally, she resolved to not react, ‘There’s no reason to prepare myself for one of the best tickle techniques ever invented. Even though he’s set up perfectly for it. Even though his hands just left my sides, clearing me for a bellybutton raspberry. Even though he’s taking a deep breath.’ Despite herself, Dawn tensed her tummy. Connor had stopped tickling her, but a slowly widening smile appeared on her face. His eyes glimmered again, and they shot a quick glance down at her navel.
“EEK!” He poked her exposed armpits.
“PFFFFFFFT!” Once she squeaked, he hit her bellybutton with a loud zerbert.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” The belly blow reduced her to hysterics.
“PFFFFT! PFFFFFFFT! PFFFFFT! PFFFFFFT!” Connor began to blow raspberries, one right after the other, on top of the outie that both tickler and ticklee had wanted tickled for a while.
To Dawn, they blended together to form one large zerbert, hitting her favorite spot over and over and over again. It was so overwhelming that all she could do was laugh. Internally, she loved the big bellybutton blow, but it tickled so much without a break that she could not interject any praising words into her hysterics.
Dawn had no way to tell how long Connor kept up the raspberries on her navel, but eventually, they did stop. The tickler pulled his head up and then laid it on her knees, trying to catch his breath as she got over her leftover giggles. She recovered first and spoke up, “Wow, Con, that AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Connor’s left hand lifted up and landed around her navel, all five fingers drilling into the sensitive skin of her stomach. “OHOHOHOKAHAHAY THIHIHIS IHIHIHIS FUHUHUHUHUN, TOHOHOO!” This time, she was able to recover her speech after the initial surprise of the tickling, and she instantly started praising it. She continued to interject happy phrases into her laughter as he tickled on and around her outie. The only change in her laughter came when he recovered from blowing all the raspberries and lifted his head back up. He added his other hand on her bare belly, and while her laughter pitched up, the joyfulness in her hysterics never stopped.
After another long tickling, Connor’s fingers left Dawn’s midsection. She smiled up at him, and he smiled down at her, proclaiming, “You were right, Dawn. You’re really a lot of fun to tickle, especially on your bellybutton.”
“You’re a great tickler, Con,” she responded.
“Do you want to be let up? It’s been fun, but I haven’t tickled anyone that intensely in a long time.”
“Like I said before, you choose to end the tickling. If you want it to be done, untie me. Otherwise, I’m fine with continuing.”
“They don’t mess around with your endurance at Tummy Paradise,” Connor noted as he headed down to her ankles. “My fingers are getting a bit tired, though, so I think I’m good for now.”
“Okay, thanks for the tickles, Con. You know, you can do that again now that you’re free. Nothing too extreme without permission, though.”
“What do you mean, extreme?” he wondered as he undid the cuffs on her ankles.
“Don’t tie me down against my will. The tickling itself on Sunday night was fine, but I was not happy with how you forcefully restrained me.”
“Okay, I’ll remember that. Am I going to get to tie you up, with your permission, again?”
“After what you just did on the couch? Definitely.”
He came up and freed her wrists. “What about our old greeting?”
She giggled. “You don’t have to limit yourself to my sides or a poke. I’ll take any tummy tickle as a hello from you. Anything short, except on spots that you learned were prohibited for slaves, is acceptable. I’ll be taking advantage of that on you, too, just so you know. Your ribs aren’t safe, even though you’re free.”
“But you won’t tie me down and torture me, right?”
“Like I said before, if you let me tie you down, I’ll probably tickle you. But one little ‘no’ or ‘stop’ before you get tied up, or simply stopping me from tying you up, and I won’t push it. I will still punish you if you go out of line, and that will involve bondage, but there’s a lot less that I’ll consider out of line compared to when you were my tickle slave. You’re free, and I’ll treat you like you’re free.”
“Okay. So, what now?”
It was the perfect opportunity to have Connor pick an activity. “Con, you choose.”
“Hmmm,” he uncomfortably considered his options. “I guess we could play a game? Is that alright, Dawn?”
“That sounds wonderful. What do you want to play?”
“Can we start with something simple?” he hesitantly asked.
“Yes.” She smiled and led him back to the game room.
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“AHAHAHAHA THIHIHIHIS TIHIHIHICKLEHEHES SOHOHOHO MUHUHUCH!” Dawn happily shrieked when all of Connor’s fingers touched down on the top of her torso.
“You really think so, Dawn?” he hesitantly teased. “I still can’t believe that you’ve managed to get more ticklish since the last time I got you.”
“BEHEHELIEHEHEHVE IHIHIHIT, COHOHOHON!”
“Well, maybe ‘believe’ wasn’t the right phrasing, but I like this a whole lot more than Sunday. It’s fun to tickle you and not have you begging.”
“YOHOHOU’LL HAHAHAVE SOHOHO MUHUHUHCH FUHUHUHUN!”
“I’m sure I will.” He tickled up near her ribs. “I know these aren’t nearly as ticklish as mine, but you tickled me so much there that I just have to get yours, too.” His left hand attacked that side of her ribs, while the other remained on the more sensitive stomach.
“IHIHIHI GEHEHEHET IHIHIHIT! NOHOHOT AHAHAS FUHUHUN, THOHOHOUGH!”
“You’re right about that,” Connor acknowledged as he switched rib-tickling hands. “You still deserve it for how much you tickle tortured me on mine.”
“YEHEAH, OHOHOKAHAHAY!” she allowed, hoping that he would take plenty of revenge on her, including using most of the tickle methods she tormented him with. That was, until she remembered how much she tickled his chest. Slightly concerned that he would actually tickle up there, despite what Olivia said, she forced herself to laugh out, “NOHOHO HIHIHIGHEHEHER!”
“Do you mean ‘Don’t go higher’ or ‘No, please go higher’?” he wondered hesitantly.
“DOHOHONT GOHOHOHO HIHIGHEHEHER!” she quickly dictated.
“Good, because right now, I’m not comfortable going above your ribs.” With that, her minor fears were assuaged. “Maybe sometime later, and only if you want, but I don’t think I’d feel alright doing that anytime soon. I already told you that not even mistresses can tickle female tickle slaves there, and you’re not a tickle slave.”
“IHIHIHI WOHOHONT PUHUHUSH YOUHUHU!” she reassured him, and he moved his rib-tickling hand back down to her belly. “THIHIHIS IHIHIS GREHEHEHEAT!”
“It is, isn’t it? You’re so much more ticklish than Sunday night, Dawn. You know, you went really crazy when I got your bellybutton then. I bet you’d go even more crazy now.”
“SOHOHOHO CRAHAHAZEHEHE!” she confirmed, hoping that he would tickle her navel.
“It’s too bad that this couch can only hold you so well. You’re still moving your belly around too much to get a perfect tickle. Some time, I’m going to have to get you on the rack and strap you in like you did to me. Then I’m going to take a single feather and just slide it all around your outie.”
“YEHEHEHES!” she exclaimed excitedly.
“I could also use my fingers and spider all over your bellybutton.” His fingers began to tickle towards the center of her midriff again, but they stayed away from the protruding target.
“OHOHOHOHOHOH YEHEHEHEHES!”
“Or how about a paintbrush? You loved using that on me, and I bet a softer one would work so well on your soft, sensitive bellybutton.”
“IHIHIHITS SOHOHOHO GOOHOOHOOD!”
“Even right now, I could just lean down and blow a big raspberry on the top of your tickle button.”
“YEHEHES! YEHEHEHES! YEHEHEHES! PLEHEHEHASE!”
“You like that idea, Dawn? Even though your bellybutton is so ticklish right now?”
“PLEHEHEHEASE, COHOHOHON! TIHIHIHICKLE MEHEHEHE!”
“I’m already tickling you, Dawn.”
“GEHEHEHET MYHYHY BUHUHUTTOHOHON! RAHAHASPBEHEHERREHEHE IHIHIHIT!”
“You really want to be raspberried. Well, remember what you did when you were tickling me?”
“YEHEHEHES IHIHIHIHI DOHOHOHO!” She had blown so many raspberries on him, and it was time for him to return the favor.
All of a sudden, his hands shot out to her sides and began squeezing. “Yes, Dawn. You tortured me when I was your tickle slave. You didn’t show any mercy, and you certainly didn’t do what I wanted.”
“EEK! COHOHOHOHOHON!” She tried to rebuke Connor with sharp laughter.
“It’s my choice of where and how to tickle, not yours. But that shouldn’t be a problem now. You said you wanted me to have fun tickling you, and right now, tickling your sides sounds like a whole lot of fun.”
“EEK FIHIHI- EEK AHAHAHA EEK FIHIHINE!” Dawn squealed so much from the squeezes that she temporarily lost her words, but she quickly recovered.
“Plus, you do look cute when you laugh like that. It’s really fun to tickle you.” Connor transitioned to spidering up and down her sides, giving her a break from the short squeals.
“THAHAHAHANKS! IHIHIHIM GLAHAHAD YOUHUHU LIHIHIKE IHIHIHIT!”
“Back to your bellybutton…” He paused, and Dawn’s eyes brightened in anticipation of her favorite spot finally getting targeted. “I will get it at some point. Maybe not this session, maybe not today, but it’s on my list of places to tickle you. Plus, I know how sensitive it was last Sunday. You practically laughed yourself to sleep when I got it with the toothbrush. Now that you’re enjoying being tickled, I think I’ll have to find another one and see how you really feel about them. Just stick it right on top of that bellybutton and let it buzz.”
“COHOHOHOHON!” she whined. He was so cruel, just talking and not tickling her navel.
“Doesn’t that sound like a great time?”
“YEHEHEHEHES!” She put some extra force into her answer, hoping it would push him into action.
“It does, doesn’t it?” He glanced down at her bare belly, and she could see a glimmer in his eyes when they focused on the center. Tickling in towards the center with his hands, he took a deep breath…
Dawn’s eyes widened, and her laughter gained a little glee. All the raspberries she had blown on his ribs during punishments were about to pay off. It really was her turn.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” she threw her head back in laughter when his fingers dug into her bare sides.
“Oh, Dawn, you’re…” Connor broke into laughter of his own, and his tickling fingers weakened a little. “Dawn, you’re so fun to mess with.”
“COHOHOHOME OHOHOHON, COHOHOHON!” she pleaded as the tickling moved back to the top of her midriff. “IHIHIHI WAHAHAHANT IHIHIHIT! YOUHUHUHU WAHAHANT IHIHIHIT!”
“Hey, I’m having fun messing with you. I’m doing exactly what you told me to: tickling you and having fun with it. You never told me where to tickle, but I’m being nice and tickling your tummy to let you have fun, too. Shouldn’t that be enough?”
“BUHUHUHUT, BUHUHUT- EEEEE AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Finally, one of his fingers brushed the top of her outie while tickling near it, and she shrieked in surprise. “YEHEHEHEHES, COHOHOHON! MOHOHOHORE!”
“Wow, you’re not kidding about that lotion enhancing your ticklishness. Even your bellybutton’s super sensitive.”
“YEHEHES MOHOHOHORE MOHOHORE MOHOHOHORE COHOHOHON!”
Instead of following her lead, his hands separated towards her sides, where he could spider up and down. “That was fun, Dawn, but it was just a single finger,” he pointed out. “I wonder what would happen if I used a more effective method to tickle you.”
“YOUHUHU WOHOHOULD LOHOHOVE IHIHIHIT!” she insisted.
“Hmmm,” he considered, then leaned down, putting his chin right below her bellybutton.
Despite hungering for a navel tickling, she kept her facial expression constant. She was not going to fall for the trick a third time, even though his mouth was so close to her outie. He could blow a raspberry with her hardly seeing it coming, but she was not going to get excited. Two fake outs were enough. Internally, she resolved to not react, ‘There’s no reason to prepare myself for one of the best tickle techniques ever invented. Even though he’s set up perfectly for it. Even though his hands just left my sides, clearing me for a bellybutton raspberry. Even though he’s taking a deep breath.’ Despite herself, Dawn tensed her tummy. Connor had stopped tickling her, but a slowly widening smile appeared on her face. His eyes glimmered again, and they shot a quick glance down at her navel.
“EEK!” He poked her exposed armpits.
“PFFFFFFFT!” Once she squeaked, he hit her bellybutton with a loud zerbert.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” The belly blow reduced her to hysterics.
“PFFFFT! PFFFFFFFT! PFFFFFT! PFFFFFFT!” Connor began to blow raspberries, one right after the other, on top of the outie that both tickler and ticklee had wanted tickled for a while.
To Dawn, they blended together to form one large zerbert, hitting her favorite spot over and over and over again. It was so overwhelming that all she could do was laugh. Internally, she loved the big bellybutton blow, but it tickled so much without a break that she could not interject any praising words into her hysterics.
Dawn had no way to tell how long Connor kept up the raspberries on her navel, but eventually, they did stop. The tickler pulled his head up and then laid it on her knees, trying to catch his breath as she got over her leftover giggles. She recovered first and spoke up, “Wow, Con, that AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Connor’s left hand lifted up and landed around her navel, all five fingers drilling into the sensitive skin of her stomach. “OHOHOHOKAHAHAY THIHIHIS IHIHIHIS FUHUHUHUHUN, TOHOHOO!” This time, she was able to recover her speech after the initial surprise of the tickling, and she instantly started praising it. She continued to interject happy phrases into her laughter as he tickled on and around her outie. The only change in her laughter came when he recovered from blowing all the raspberries and lifted his head back up. He added his other hand on her bare belly, and while her laughter pitched up, the joyfulness in her hysterics never stopped.
After another long tickling, Connor’s fingers left Dawn’s midsection. She smiled up at him, and he smiled down at her, proclaiming, “You were right, Dawn. You’re really a lot of fun to tickle, especially on your bellybutton.”
“You’re a great tickler, Con,” she responded.
“Do you want to be let up? It’s been fun, but I haven’t tickled anyone that intensely in a long time.”
“Like I said before, you choose to end the tickling. If you want it to be done, untie me. Otherwise, I’m fine with continuing.”
“They don’t mess around with your endurance at Tummy Paradise,” Connor noted as he headed down to her ankles. “My fingers are getting a bit tired, though, so I think I’m good for now.”
“Okay, thanks for the tickles, Con. You know, you can do that again now that you’re free. Nothing too extreme without permission, though.”
“What do you mean, extreme?” he wondered as he undid the cuffs on her ankles.
“Don’t tie me down against my will. The tickling itself on Sunday night was fine, but I was not happy with how you forcefully restrained me.”
“Okay, I’ll remember that. Am I going to get to tie you up, with your permission, again?”
“After what you just did on the couch? Definitely.”
He came up and freed her wrists. “What about our old greeting?”
She giggled. “You don’t have to limit yourself to my sides or a poke. I’ll take any tummy tickle as a hello from you. Anything short, except on spots that you learned were prohibited for slaves, is acceptable. I’ll be taking advantage of that on you, too, just so you know. Your ribs aren’t safe, even though you’re free.”
“But you won’t tie me down and torture me, right?”
“Like I said before, if you let me tie you down, I’ll probably tickle you. But one little ‘no’ or ‘stop’ before you get tied up, or simply stopping me from tying you up, and I won’t push it. I will still punish you if you go out of line, and that will involve bondage, but there’s a lot less that I’ll consider out of line compared to when you were my tickle slave. You’re free, and I’ll treat you like you’re free.”
“Okay. So, what now?”
It was the perfect opportunity to have Connor pick an activity. “Con, you choose.”
“Hmmm,” he uncomfortably considered his options. “I guess we could play a game? Is that alright, Dawn?”
“That sounds wonderful. What do you want to play?”
“Can we start with something simple?” he hesitantly asked.
“Yes.” She smiled and led him back to the game room.
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Chapter 16: Free Friends, Part 7
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