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Here is part 3 of Chapter 17 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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Chapter 17: Thursday Trips, Part 2
“Connor, Evelyn, please follow me,” Felicity ordered, leaving Dawn alone with Pam and Scarlett.
The two tickle slaves immediately turned to their guest. “Miss Dawn, we’re here to serve,” Scarlett submissively stated. “What would you like to do?”
“Umm, I hadn’t thought of anything,” Dawn shrugged.
“Would you like to tickle one or both of us?” Pam gave her mistress’ first suggestion.
“Do either of you like being tickled?”
“We’ll do whatever you want, Miss Dawn.”
Dawn had heard that phrase enough in the last few days to know what it really meant, and she almost took advantage. Despite enjoying Connor’s lunch conversation with Evelyn, she was still bothered by the tight hugs he had given to Laura and Evelyn. If he had been there, she probably would have tickled one or both of the young women, just to show off her dominance of his former fellow slaves. However, he was out searching for a job, and she knew that neither Pam nor Scarlett had anything to do with her frustration.
Dawn’s general dislike of torturing tickle slaves, which she had specifically suppressed for Connor, controlled her response, “I tickled Con a ton in the last few days; I think I need a little break from tickling tickle slaves.”
“As you wish, Miss Dawn.” The table fell silent for several seconds before Pam spoke up again, “If I may ask, did you find all of Connor’s tickle spots while he was your tickle slave?”
“You absolutely may ask, and yes,” Dawn smiled. “He got tons of rib tickling, and some tickles on his belly and chest, both of which he said were acceptable.”
“Yes, tickling his chest is fine,” Scarlett jumped in. “But not ours.”
“That’s what Connor said, after a quick pause, when I asked him.”
“Was that when he was your tickle slave?”
“Yes.”
“And he paused? He’s not supposed to. He should answer any question immediately.”
“Well, he did answer it, just with ‘please don’t’ instead of a yes or no.”
Pam sat on the edge of her chair. “Did you punish him? That sounds like a good reason to punish him.”
“He got tickled plenty. I’m not sure that I told him I was tickling him for that remark in particular, but I did tickle him quite a bit after that.”
“That’s good. You should keep tickling him, even though he’s free. He’s still really ticklish, and if any free person could tickle him now, it’d be you or Mistress. Mistress told us that free people don’t necessarily have to let themselves be tickled like tickle slaves do, but other free people can try to tickle them. I think you should do that, if you want.”
Dawn giggled. “He’s still going to get tickled. I promise. In fact, I’d be willing to bet that he’ll be tickled while he’s with Felicity and Evelyn. Plus, you’d be surprised how many times I get tickled as a free woman. Con won’t be safe from wiggling fingers.”
“That’s good to hear. We had a lot of fun tickling him while he lived here.”
That topic stuck with Dawn, and she suggested, “Want to swap stories about Con? You can tell me about him as Felicity’s tickle slave, and I can tell you about us growing up.”
“Sure!” Scarlett agreed out loud, while Pam did so nonverbally. “Want to stay here, or want to go out to the living room? Mistress has a really comfy couch.”
“Are you two going to try and tickle me if we go there?”
The two tickle slaves smiled, but they nodded negatively. “As fun as that sounds, we won’t tickle unless you ask for it. Mistress would have us locked up for the rest of the day if we did that. You can tickle us anytime you want, though.”
“Let’s go to the couch. I’ll see if I want to tickle you, but I may be inclined to hold off as long as you tell good stories.”
The pair smiled and stood up. “We’ve got lots of good stories. I think you’ll enjoy them.”
When they arrived in the living room, the trio sat on the couch, with Dawn taking up an end. “Were both of you here when Felicity bought Connor?” she asked.
“Yes, I’d been here two years, and Scarlett a year and a half,” Pam replied.
“Can you tell me about meeting him?”
“Of course. Mistress freed Evelyn’s last builder a few months back, and after a little while, he told Mistress he was going to stop coming around on the weekends. Maybe it was because of how much we tickled him whenever he showed up, or maybe he was too busy. In any case, some of the older tickle slaves said that Mistress was going to get a new builder, and it would probably be a man. One night, she told us all to be ready for when she came back, and that night, she brought Connor in. Evelyn had gone to the auction, but the rest of us were just at home. We all introduced ourselves when he got home, kind of overwhelming for him, then Evelyn helped him settle in for the night.”
“So, just a normal meeting?” Dawn shrugged. “I guess I didn’t think about normal introductions.”
Pam and Scarlett looked at each other, then smiled. “You want to hear about the next night? Everyone’s first night is boring, but things get fun after dinner on the second evening.”
“Sure, but I did promise to tell you a story for each one you told.”
“Please excuse me, Miss Dawn,” Scarlett stated, “but we’d be willing to consider this part of the first story.”
“In that case, I’d rather not be left on a cliffhanger,” Dawn accepted. “So, what happened on the second night?”
“Well, Mistress has always had several tickle slaves, as far back as we can remember, way too many names to memorize in one night. So, night number two is for making sure the new tickle slave gets to know everyone’s names. Connor had been really tired when he got auctioned off, so we waited until after dinner the next evening to give him a proper introduction. We made a big circle in the living room, and Mistress had him stand in the middle, point to each person, and say their name. When he messed up a name, that person would tickle his ribs for a minute and then correct him. I think he only got Mistress and Evelyn right the first time he went through the whole circle. Unfortunately for Pam, her name’s pretty easy to remember, but it took him a while to get mine. That night was a lot of fun, and everyone got to know just how ticklish Connor was, either through tickling him themselves or watching others get him. After that, he only messed up off and on for a month at most, not sure of the exact time. He was actually better after the name game than most of us, so I’m sure he’s glad Mistress made him go through it. And that’s the first time we saw Connor and the first time we tickled him.”
“Now that’s the kind of introduction I expected to hear about,” Dawn smiled. “What do you want to hear first about our childhood?”
“Can you tell us a story about when you met?” Pam requested.
“We met when we were really young. We’ve been neighbors as far back as I can remember. I don’t have a firm memory of meeting him.”
“How about a story from high school?” Scarlett suggested. “What was he like before he came to the Tickle Cartel?”
“Yes, that’ll work. Let me think of something.” Dawn found a nice story of Connor from the middle of high school, and the story exchange started. For the next hour and a half, she would give a normal story from middle or high school with Connor, and then Pam and Scarlett would cooperate on a story from the past six years. Dawn found it amusing how much pride they took in gang tickling him, and as long as they had a choice, they talked about getting him under their and others’ fingers. Of course, they did tell non-tickling stories and ones where Connor was the tickler, but only if Dawn requested it before they started.
After an hour and a half, Dawn was pleasantly surprised that in the majority of the stories, mostly excluding ones where he was getting revenge or helplessly laughing, Connor had grown up to act more like a gentleman. He had done nothing in the past day of freedom to indicate that he would be harsh to her, and the Sunday night bikini tickle torture was the only time he really acted out of order. Still, knowing that Connor had been exceptionally kind to Evelyn and Felicity’s other tickle slaves, often including while he was tickling or being tickled, warmed her heart.
The stories also confirmed to her that Connor would probably want to visit Felicity from time to time, just to see his former fellow tickle slaves, even if that meant getting tickled. A bit of frustration sprung up regarding how close they had gotten to him, but she knew she had to accept that. Fortunately, she also realized another advantage of being the one who freed Connor: he had chosen to live with her, in her house. That meant that she would be spending much, much more time with him than Pam, Scarlett, Evelyn, or anyone else in Felicity’s home. Silently, she vowed to use the proximity to Connor to regain their status as each other’s closest friend… or something more, if they decided they wanted that.
The story exchange ended when Dawn requested water, leading Pam and Scarlett to take her back to the dining room. Over water and snacks, Dawn asked them their favorite activities for their free time. “Well, it was ganging up on Connor…” Pam started.
“What about when Connor was occupied? I can’t imagine Felicity let you tickle him all the time.”
“Probably the exercise room for me,” Scarlett answered. “Mistress encourages us to stay fit, and for sunny days like today, it connects outside.”
“I guess mine could be the daily walks with Mistress,” Pam considered. “I know, I know, it’s not necessarily free time, but they’re a lot of fun. Plus, they mean that I can spend less free time in the exercise room. I hate getting caught working out on a machine that she wants.” Pam jerked her thumb toward her partner.
“I’m not that mean,” Scarlett poked the other slave’s side.
“Scarlett!” Pam squeaked, hopping away from her fellow slave. “And you are that mean. The last time I accidentally got in your way, you tied my arms to the holders for the weight bar and tickled my armpits for like ten minutes!” Dawn just shook her head and smiled.
“First of all, that was only five minutes, and second, you were doing too good with the bar. You needed a better workout, and as your spotter, I made sure you got one.”
“No, you wanted to use it.”
“Pam, Scarlett, what are you two arguing about?” Felicity’s voice shocked all three women in the room. “Did Dawn ask you two to argue?”
The pair spoke over each other, both trying to justify their comments.
After a few seconds, Dawn turned around to find Felicity looking to her, with a side-eye on her slaves. “I did, indirectly,” she admitted.
“Indirectly?” the mistress questioned.
“I asked them about their favorite free time activities, and it became that.”
“It became an argument? Really?” Dawn nodded, and the mistress turned to the arguing women. “Quiet.” The two tickle slaves silenced themselves. “Scarlett, you first.”
“I said the exercise room,” Scarlett started. “Pam likes your walks because it means she doesn’t need to use the exercise room as much.”
“Pam?”
“Scarlet tickles me there sometimes.” Pam stated. “I wanted to give Miss Dawn an example, and, well, it got out of hand. I’m sorry, Mistress, and I’m sorry, Miss Dawn.”
“Mistress, Miss Dawn, I’m sorry, too,” Scarlett echoed the other slave.
“Very well. Scarlett, since this is your first infraction with Dawn here and the argument was on topic with what she asked, you’ll be punished a little. Pam, I won’t add as much as usual, but this deserves a second punishment. Does that sound fair, Dawn?”
Not wanting to contradict Felicity’s authority over her tickle slaves, Dawn nodded affirmatively, “Yes.”
“You two will report to the punishment room after Dawn and Connor leave. I’ll give them your punishment times when I go.”
“Yes, Mistress,” the pair eagerly complied.
“Dawn, I trust that they kept you entertained?”
Dawn smiled. “Yes, they definitely did. We had a very nice conversation about Con.”
“About me?” Connor inquired, looking worriedly at Pam and Scarlett.
“Evelyn,” came Felicity’s command.
“PLEHEHEHEHEASE NOHOHOHOT THEHEHERE!”
The mistress turned around to face her former slave, who was squirming wildly as Evelyn tickled his ribs through his shirt. “I know you’re not my tickle slave anymore, but think reasonably, Connor. What’s the best way for Dawn to get an unbiased account of how you were while you lived here? Talking to my other tickle slaves. I suppose I could let her talk to Evelyn while the ladies have fun reminiscing on old times with you, if you’d prefer that.”
“NOHOHOHOHO MIHIHIHISTREHEHESS PLEHEHEHEASE!”
Felicity smiled. “Maybe later. Right now, I can already tell that you’re going to be calling me Mistress for a while yet. Pam, Scarlett, I told him what would happen if he did that, and I know you wanted to, so go ahead.”
“EHEHEVELYN HEHEHEHELP!” Connor suddenly backed towards Evelyn, but she was prepared and matched his movements.
“Sorry, but what Mistress says goes,” the older woman spoke up. “And she says you need to be reminded about your time here.”
“Yes, let’s get under that shirt,” Pam agreed, hurrying over to the ticklish man. She and Scarlett worked around Connor’s defensive hands to eliminate his minimal protection. When they began tickling his bare skin, he writhed around, but then Evelyn transitioned to simply holding him still, allowing her fellow slaves to tickle him freely.
“I’m happy to report that Connor was able to find a job,” Felicity, unconcerned with what her slaves were doing to the poor rib-ticklish man, announced to Dawn. “I’m sure he’ll tell you more about it, but he starts Monday. Connor seemed to love the job when I presented it, just like Evelyn said he would when I told her. He has an address and directions on how to get there in his pocket, and I’ll also text you the address so you can have it. Sorry that we took so much time, but it took a while to drive there for the interview. His new boss wanted to see him in person before hiring him.”
“That’s okay with me,” Dawn kept an eye on Connor, who was faring much worse compared to when Evelyn was his only tickler. “If it’s alright, why are you having Connor tickled like that? You never did that with me.”
“Oh, that?” she turned to her former slave and then back to Dawn. Seeing the worried look on the switch’s face, she reassured her guest, “I won’t have my slaves do that to you unless you want it. Connor and any of my former slaves are exceptions, since they lived here, but I never do that to a regular guest unless they want it. Ever. I’ll let him out, though; I think he’s had enough. Pam! Scarlett! Evelyn! No more!”
“Yes, Mistress,” the two ticklers instantly stopped and stepped away from Connor. Evelyn kept him in place, but she did so in a way that allowed his shirt to fall back down.
“Are you alright, Connor?”
“Yes, Mistress,” he automatically replied. “Just need to catch my breath.”
With a nod, Felicity turned back to Dawn, “Also, Connor agreed to come back here on the weekends to help Evelyn build bondage. I’ll pay him hourly, of course, and we did not set hours or anything in stone. For instance, I told him to skip this weekend, and depending on his work and your activities, he can take days off. I’m sure Evelyn will appreciate any help. While he’s working, you are of course free to visit, too. I don’t think it would be safe to let you watch him work, but I’d be happy to have you as a guest. I hope that wasn’t too forward of me to offer him that, and if you’re not comfortable, we don’t need to have him work for me.”
“Oh. Well, first of all, I think it’s a great offer, as long as it’s part time.”
“It is,” Felicity jumped in to reassure her. “Connor will set his own hours. I don’t want to overextend him.”
With Connor having already agreed to come back to the house, Dawn saw no point in fighting it, “Then that’s good. I figured he’d want to visit here again. Thanks for giving him this opportunity, and the regular job, too.”
“Of course. He did such a great job for me, and as much as I hate to lose him working full-time here, I think this will be for the best.”
“Feeling alright, Connor?” Evelyn asked Connor in a voice barely audible to Dawn and Felicity.
“All of you know way too much about my ribs,” he complained.
“Want to sit down?”
“Sure. Can I get some water?”
“I’ll get it,” Pam responded as Evelyn sat Connor next to where Dawn had been.
“Well, Dawn, I think that’s all I have for you and Connor,” Felicity broadcasted. “You two are both free to visit me any time, even when Connor’s not working. Just make sure to call ahead, and we’ll set up lunch or dinner or just some time for you.”
“Thanks for the offer; we’ll be happy to visit,” Dawn smiled.
“Unfortunately, I do need to get going. Evelyn, Pam, and Scarlett will be here in case either of you need anything. Thank you so much for coming, and Connor, congratulations on your freedom.”
“Thanks, Miss… Felicity,” he weakly smiled, finally getting her title right again.
Shortly after the mistress left the room, Dawn received a text with the address to Connor’s job. With just herself, Connor, and his former close companions in the room, Dawn hoped to leave soon and get back to spending time with just him. She did make sure to wait until Connor finished recovering, not wanting to rush him out of his old home. However, once he was done with the water, she quietly requested that they leave. He agreed, promising to return and see everyone again soon. Evelyn, Pam, and Scarlett led them out, and Connor proudly left his former home as a free man.
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Chapter 17: Thursday Trips, Part 2
“Connor, Evelyn, please follow me,” Felicity ordered, leaving Dawn alone with Pam and Scarlett.
The two tickle slaves immediately turned to their guest. “Miss Dawn, we’re here to serve,” Scarlett submissively stated. “What would you like to do?”
“Umm, I hadn’t thought of anything,” Dawn shrugged.
“Would you like to tickle one or both of us?” Pam gave her mistress’ first suggestion.
“Do either of you like being tickled?”
“We’ll do whatever you want, Miss Dawn.”
Dawn had heard that phrase enough in the last few days to know what it really meant, and she almost took advantage. Despite enjoying Connor’s lunch conversation with Evelyn, she was still bothered by the tight hugs he had given to Laura and Evelyn. If he had been there, she probably would have tickled one or both of the young women, just to show off her dominance of his former fellow slaves. However, he was out searching for a job, and she knew that neither Pam nor Scarlett had anything to do with her frustration.
Dawn’s general dislike of torturing tickle slaves, which she had specifically suppressed for Connor, controlled her response, “I tickled Con a ton in the last few days; I think I need a little break from tickling tickle slaves.”
“As you wish, Miss Dawn.” The table fell silent for several seconds before Pam spoke up again, “If I may ask, did you find all of Connor’s tickle spots while he was your tickle slave?”
“You absolutely may ask, and yes,” Dawn smiled. “He got tons of rib tickling, and some tickles on his belly and chest, both of which he said were acceptable.”
“Yes, tickling his chest is fine,” Scarlett jumped in. “But not ours.”
“That’s what Connor said, after a quick pause, when I asked him.”
“Was that when he was your tickle slave?”
“Yes.”
“And he paused? He’s not supposed to. He should answer any question immediately.”
“Well, he did answer it, just with ‘please don’t’ instead of a yes or no.”
Pam sat on the edge of her chair. “Did you punish him? That sounds like a good reason to punish him.”
“He got tickled plenty. I’m not sure that I told him I was tickling him for that remark in particular, but I did tickle him quite a bit after that.”
“That’s good. You should keep tickling him, even though he’s free. He’s still really ticklish, and if any free person could tickle him now, it’d be you or Mistress. Mistress told us that free people don’t necessarily have to let themselves be tickled like tickle slaves do, but other free people can try to tickle them. I think you should do that, if you want.”
Dawn giggled. “He’s still going to get tickled. I promise. In fact, I’d be willing to bet that he’ll be tickled while he’s with Felicity and Evelyn. Plus, you’d be surprised how many times I get tickled as a free woman. Con won’t be safe from wiggling fingers.”
“That’s good to hear. We had a lot of fun tickling him while he lived here.”
That topic stuck with Dawn, and she suggested, “Want to swap stories about Con? You can tell me about him as Felicity’s tickle slave, and I can tell you about us growing up.”
“Sure!” Scarlett agreed out loud, while Pam did so nonverbally. “Want to stay here, or want to go out to the living room? Mistress has a really comfy couch.”
“Are you two going to try and tickle me if we go there?”
The two tickle slaves smiled, but they nodded negatively. “As fun as that sounds, we won’t tickle unless you ask for it. Mistress would have us locked up for the rest of the day if we did that. You can tickle us anytime you want, though.”
“Let’s go to the couch. I’ll see if I want to tickle you, but I may be inclined to hold off as long as you tell good stories.”
The pair smiled and stood up. “We’ve got lots of good stories. I think you’ll enjoy them.”
When they arrived in the living room, the trio sat on the couch, with Dawn taking up an end. “Were both of you here when Felicity bought Connor?” she asked.
“Yes, I’d been here two years, and Scarlett a year and a half,” Pam replied.
“Can you tell me about meeting him?”
“Of course. Mistress freed Evelyn’s last builder a few months back, and after a little while, he told Mistress he was going to stop coming around on the weekends. Maybe it was because of how much we tickled him whenever he showed up, or maybe he was too busy. In any case, some of the older tickle slaves said that Mistress was going to get a new builder, and it would probably be a man. One night, she told us all to be ready for when she came back, and that night, she brought Connor in. Evelyn had gone to the auction, but the rest of us were just at home. We all introduced ourselves when he got home, kind of overwhelming for him, then Evelyn helped him settle in for the night.”
“So, just a normal meeting?” Dawn shrugged. “I guess I didn’t think about normal introductions.”
Pam and Scarlett looked at each other, then smiled. “You want to hear about the next night? Everyone’s first night is boring, but things get fun after dinner on the second evening.”
“Sure, but I did promise to tell you a story for each one you told.”
“Please excuse me, Miss Dawn,” Scarlett stated, “but we’d be willing to consider this part of the first story.”
“In that case, I’d rather not be left on a cliffhanger,” Dawn accepted. “So, what happened on the second night?”
“Well, Mistress has always had several tickle slaves, as far back as we can remember, way too many names to memorize in one night. So, night number two is for making sure the new tickle slave gets to know everyone’s names. Connor had been really tired when he got auctioned off, so we waited until after dinner the next evening to give him a proper introduction. We made a big circle in the living room, and Mistress had him stand in the middle, point to each person, and say their name. When he messed up a name, that person would tickle his ribs for a minute and then correct him. I think he only got Mistress and Evelyn right the first time he went through the whole circle. Unfortunately for Pam, her name’s pretty easy to remember, but it took him a while to get mine. That night was a lot of fun, and everyone got to know just how ticklish Connor was, either through tickling him themselves or watching others get him. After that, he only messed up off and on for a month at most, not sure of the exact time. He was actually better after the name game than most of us, so I’m sure he’s glad Mistress made him go through it. And that’s the first time we saw Connor and the first time we tickled him.”
“Now that’s the kind of introduction I expected to hear about,” Dawn smiled. “What do you want to hear first about our childhood?”
“Can you tell us a story about when you met?” Pam requested.
“We met when we were really young. We’ve been neighbors as far back as I can remember. I don’t have a firm memory of meeting him.”
“How about a story from high school?” Scarlett suggested. “What was he like before he came to the Tickle Cartel?”
“Yes, that’ll work. Let me think of something.” Dawn found a nice story of Connor from the middle of high school, and the story exchange started. For the next hour and a half, she would give a normal story from middle or high school with Connor, and then Pam and Scarlett would cooperate on a story from the past six years. Dawn found it amusing how much pride they took in gang tickling him, and as long as they had a choice, they talked about getting him under their and others’ fingers. Of course, they did tell non-tickling stories and ones where Connor was the tickler, but only if Dawn requested it before they started.
After an hour and a half, Dawn was pleasantly surprised that in the majority of the stories, mostly excluding ones where he was getting revenge or helplessly laughing, Connor had grown up to act more like a gentleman. He had done nothing in the past day of freedom to indicate that he would be harsh to her, and the Sunday night bikini tickle torture was the only time he really acted out of order. Still, knowing that Connor had been exceptionally kind to Evelyn and Felicity’s other tickle slaves, often including while he was tickling or being tickled, warmed her heart.
The stories also confirmed to her that Connor would probably want to visit Felicity from time to time, just to see his former fellow tickle slaves, even if that meant getting tickled. A bit of frustration sprung up regarding how close they had gotten to him, but she knew she had to accept that. Fortunately, she also realized another advantage of being the one who freed Connor: he had chosen to live with her, in her house. That meant that she would be spending much, much more time with him than Pam, Scarlett, Evelyn, or anyone else in Felicity’s home. Silently, she vowed to use the proximity to Connor to regain their status as each other’s closest friend… or something more, if they decided they wanted that.
The story exchange ended when Dawn requested water, leading Pam and Scarlett to take her back to the dining room. Over water and snacks, Dawn asked them their favorite activities for their free time. “Well, it was ganging up on Connor…” Pam started.
“What about when Connor was occupied? I can’t imagine Felicity let you tickle him all the time.”
“Probably the exercise room for me,” Scarlett answered. “Mistress encourages us to stay fit, and for sunny days like today, it connects outside.”
“I guess mine could be the daily walks with Mistress,” Pam considered. “I know, I know, it’s not necessarily free time, but they’re a lot of fun. Plus, they mean that I can spend less free time in the exercise room. I hate getting caught working out on a machine that she wants.” Pam jerked her thumb toward her partner.
“I’m not that mean,” Scarlett poked the other slave’s side.
“Scarlett!” Pam squeaked, hopping away from her fellow slave. “And you are that mean. The last time I accidentally got in your way, you tied my arms to the holders for the weight bar and tickled my armpits for like ten minutes!” Dawn just shook her head and smiled.
“First of all, that was only five minutes, and second, you were doing too good with the bar. You needed a better workout, and as your spotter, I made sure you got one.”
“No, you wanted to use it.”
“Pam, Scarlett, what are you two arguing about?” Felicity’s voice shocked all three women in the room. “Did Dawn ask you two to argue?”
The pair spoke over each other, both trying to justify their comments.
After a few seconds, Dawn turned around to find Felicity looking to her, with a side-eye on her slaves. “I did, indirectly,” she admitted.
“Indirectly?” the mistress questioned.
“I asked them about their favorite free time activities, and it became that.”
“It became an argument? Really?” Dawn nodded, and the mistress turned to the arguing women. “Quiet.” The two tickle slaves silenced themselves. “Scarlett, you first.”
“I said the exercise room,” Scarlett started. “Pam likes your walks because it means she doesn’t need to use the exercise room as much.”
“Pam?”
“Scarlet tickles me there sometimes.” Pam stated. “I wanted to give Miss Dawn an example, and, well, it got out of hand. I’m sorry, Mistress, and I’m sorry, Miss Dawn.”
“Mistress, Miss Dawn, I’m sorry, too,” Scarlett echoed the other slave.
“Very well. Scarlett, since this is your first infraction with Dawn here and the argument was on topic with what she asked, you’ll be punished a little. Pam, I won’t add as much as usual, but this deserves a second punishment. Does that sound fair, Dawn?”
Not wanting to contradict Felicity’s authority over her tickle slaves, Dawn nodded affirmatively, “Yes.”
“You two will report to the punishment room after Dawn and Connor leave. I’ll give them your punishment times when I go.”
“Yes, Mistress,” the pair eagerly complied.
“Dawn, I trust that they kept you entertained?”
Dawn smiled. “Yes, they definitely did. We had a very nice conversation about Con.”
“About me?” Connor inquired, looking worriedly at Pam and Scarlett.
“Evelyn,” came Felicity’s command.
“PLEHEHEHEHEASE NOHOHOHOT THEHEHERE!”
The mistress turned around to face her former slave, who was squirming wildly as Evelyn tickled his ribs through his shirt. “I know you’re not my tickle slave anymore, but think reasonably, Connor. What’s the best way for Dawn to get an unbiased account of how you were while you lived here? Talking to my other tickle slaves. I suppose I could let her talk to Evelyn while the ladies have fun reminiscing on old times with you, if you’d prefer that.”
“NOHOHOHOHO MIHIHIHISTREHEHESS PLEHEHEHEASE!”
Felicity smiled. “Maybe later. Right now, I can already tell that you’re going to be calling me Mistress for a while yet. Pam, Scarlett, I told him what would happen if he did that, and I know you wanted to, so go ahead.”
“EHEHEVELYN HEHEHEHELP!” Connor suddenly backed towards Evelyn, but she was prepared and matched his movements.
“Sorry, but what Mistress says goes,” the older woman spoke up. “And she says you need to be reminded about your time here.”
“Yes, let’s get under that shirt,” Pam agreed, hurrying over to the ticklish man. She and Scarlett worked around Connor’s defensive hands to eliminate his minimal protection. When they began tickling his bare skin, he writhed around, but then Evelyn transitioned to simply holding him still, allowing her fellow slaves to tickle him freely.
“I’m happy to report that Connor was able to find a job,” Felicity, unconcerned with what her slaves were doing to the poor rib-ticklish man, announced to Dawn. “I’m sure he’ll tell you more about it, but he starts Monday. Connor seemed to love the job when I presented it, just like Evelyn said he would when I told her. He has an address and directions on how to get there in his pocket, and I’ll also text you the address so you can have it. Sorry that we took so much time, but it took a while to drive there for the interview. His new boss wanted to see him in person before hiring him.”
“That’s okay with me,” Dawn kept an eye on Connor, who was faring much worse compared to when Evelyn was his only tickler. “If it’s alright, why are you having Connor tickled like that? You never did that with me.”
“Oh, that?” she turned to her former slave and then back to Dawn. Seeing the worried look on the switch’s face, she reassured her guest, “I won’t have my slaves do that to you unless you want it. Connor and any of my former slaves are exceptions, since they lived here, but I never do that to a regular guest unless they want it. Ever. I’ll let him out, though; I think he’s had enough. Pam! Scarlett! Evelyn! No more!”
“Yes, Mistress,” the two ticklers instantly stopped and stepped away from Connor. Evelyn kept him in place, but she did so in a way that allowed his shirt to fall back down.
“Are you alright, Connor?”
“Yes, Mistress,” he automatically replied. “Just need to catch my breath.”
With a nod, Felicity turned back to Dawn, “Also, Connor agreed to come back here on the weekends to help Evelyn build bondage. I’ll pay him hourly, of course, and we did not set hours or anything in stone. For instance, I told him to skip this weekend, and depending on his work and your activities, he can take days off. I’m sure Evelyn will appreciate any help. While he’s working, you are of course free to visit, too. I don’t think it would be safe to let you watch him work, but I’d be happy to have you as a guest. I hope that wasn’t too forward of me to offer him that, and if you’re not comfortable, we don’t need to have him work for me.”
“Oh. Well, first of all, I think it’s a great offer, as long as it’s part time.”
“It is,” Felicity jumped in to reassure her. “Connor will set his own hours. I don’t want to overextend him.”
With Connor having already agreed to come back to the house, Dawn saw no point in fighting it, “Then that’s good. I figured he’d want to visit here again. Thanks for giving him this opportunity, and the regular job, too.”
“Of course. He did such a great job for me, and as much as I hate to lose him working full-time here, I think this will be for the best.”
“Feeling alright, Connor?” Evelyn asked Connor in a voice barely audible to Dawn and Felicity.
“All of you know way too much about my ribs,” he complained.
“Want to sit down?”
“Sure. Can I get some water?”
“I’ll get it,” Pam responded as Evelyn sat Connor next to where Dawn had been.
“Well, Dawn, I think that’s all I have for you and Connor,” Felicity broadcasted. “You two are both free to visit me any time, even when Connor’s not working. Just make sure to call ahead, and we’ll set up lunch or dinner or just some time for you.”
“Thanks for the offer; we’ll be happy to visit,” Dawn smiled.
“Unfortunately, I do need to get going. Evelyn, Pam, and Scarlett will be here in case either of you need anything. Thank you so much for coming, and Connor, congratulations on your freedom.”
“Thanks, Miss… Felicity,” he weakly smiled, finally getting her title right again.
Shortly after the mistress left the room, Dawn received a text with the address to Connor’s job. With just herself, Connor, and his former close companions in the room, Dawn hoped to leave soon and get back to spending time with just him. She did make sure to wait until Connor finished recovering, not wanting to rush him out of his old home. However, once he was done with the water, she quietly requested that they leave. He agreed, promising to return and see everyone again soon. Evelyn, Pam, and Scarlett led them out, and Connor proudly left his former home as a free man.
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Chapter 17: Thursday Trips, Part 4
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