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Here is part 6 of Chapter 19 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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When Dawn finally finished eating, Tickle Mistress Wendy did not waste any time announcing, “Alright, we’re going to the tickling room now.”
Somewhat alarmed by the quickness of the host’s decision and fearing what it meant for all four guests, but especially Connor, Dawn requested, “Could we play a game instead?”
“No. We’re going to the tickling room. Layla, I want him in chains again.”
“What? Why?” Dawn protested. Connor just sighed and stood up, then put his hands out for Tia. Layla headed off to obey her mistress.
“It’s my house, and that’s what I want,” Wendy answered, her tone leaving no room for argument. “Maddie, I have a toothbrush in the tickle room for you to use, and…”
“Mistress, do you want both his hands and feet chained, or just hands?” Layla asked, holding up the combined set of chains.
“Both.”
“Yes, Mistress,” Layla obediently responded, and Connor allowed her to restrain him.
“Great. Tia, Heshima.” The two guard slaves walked to either side of Connor and intertwined his arms with theirs, setting up to frog-march him wherever Wendy wanted. “Let’s go. The rest of you, bring the others if they resist.” Not having much choice, Dawn followed the Tickle Mistress, Connor, his guards, Jen, and Maddie to a room with several tickling tables and other restraints set up. The five tickle slaves who had eaten dinner with them came behind, ensuring that no one could escape the tickle room. “Now that we’re here, Connor, I don’t believe that I ever got personally involved in your payment for us looking for Dawn at the Training Academy.” When he just looked up at her, she added, “Do you remember that?”
“I remember it; you were always gone when it started,” he replied.
“That’s what I thought. Well, I had mercy on you then, but I won’t today. Lay him down on the rack and take his shirt, shoes, and socks off. I want to find out exactly what I missed.”
“Hey!” Dawn protested, following the group to where Connor would be tied. “You already had him tickle tortured! There’s no reason to- AH!” She felt arms wrap around her midriff and pull her to a hard stop, then backwards.
“Take her to her own rack and stretch her out,” came the order from the Tickle Mistress. “Layla, Ava, Izzy, all of you tickle her stomach. Don’t stop until I tell you.”
“NOHOHOHOHO LEHEHEHEHET MEHEHEHE GOHOHOHOHO!” The tickling started as soon as Wendy finished her instructions, while someone was still carrying her over to her own rack. Despite how good it felt, Dawn protested for her freedom so she could help Connor. The trio of tickle slaves ignored her and worked to strap her down and stretch her out. Luckily, she caught Wendy’s final statement when the slaves took a break from tickling her to put her into position.
“Maddie, you’re to restrain Jen on the final rack and tickle her belly. I don’t care how you do it, but I’d prefer if you were nice. Sasha and Brandy will supervise you. If you’re not doing a good job, you’ll join her on a rack, and they’ll get paintbrushes for you, Q-tips for Jen, and flossers for Dawn. Understand?”
“Yes, Tickle Mistress,” Maddie affirmed.
“I’m sure Mistress Wendy will offer the same solution if you start complaining too much,” Layla dictated before thirty fingers descended on Dawn’s ticklish torso.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Overwhelmed by an intense start to the tickles, the switch could only scream out her laughter. The trio of tickle slaves began with hard finger wiggles, and they kept those up for a long, long time. Dawn wanted to beg to be let out, but the sheer amount and intensity of the tummy tickles eroded her resistance very quickly, and she fell into Tummy Paradise ticklee mode. Fortunately, she never really got her breath back from the initial laughter scream, and she could never tell the ticklers how much she was enjoying the tickling.
The only bad thing, for this situation, about being a professional switch was Dawn’s stamina. Layla, Ava, and Izzy did not need to give her a break until Tickle Mistress Wendy decided she was satisfied with the tickling. When the host finally called her slaves off, she also ordered them to release the ticklees. Connor was sitting up, supported by Tia, by the time Dawn realized she was no longer getting tickled. Shortly after this, the Tickle Mistress, who had Heshima at her side and was already standing far away from the man, proclaimed, “I’m getting tired. I’ll see you all next week. The others will escort you out once you recover. Goodbye.” Without another word, the Tickle Mistress whipped around and speedwalked out of the room, trailed by her guard.
“Do you need water, Dawn?” Layla asked once Ava and Izzy sat the switch up.
“It’d probably be good,” Dawn affirmed, still perplexed by the host’s sudden exit. “Where did Wendy go?”
“Probably to bed; she said she was tired,” Ava stated.
“But she never goes to bed this early, not when we come over.”
“I don’t know,” the tickle slave nervously responded. “She said she was tired.”
“It’s because of Con, isn’t it?”
Layla reentered the conversation with authority, “We’re supposed to get you whatever you need and escort you to the door, Mistress’ orders. Here’s the water you needed.”
Dawn drank, albeit with a bit of a pit in her stomach. It had been a rough exit from Wendy, and she had clearly not had enough time to convince the Tickle Mistress to at least tolerate Connor.
“Anything else, or can we escort you out?” Layla curtly asked once Dawn finished.
Dawn lowered her head. “Nothing for me.”
“Let’s go, then.” The tickle slave pulled her to her feet and walked her over to Connor and Tia. “He’s ready to go, I assume?” The guard nodded, and Layla grabbed the man. “Let’s get moving. Mistress wants to get to bed as soon as possible.” She walked them out, and Dawn felt lucky that the slave did not literally toss them out the door. However, once the pair was outside and Layla was back in, the door slammed shut in just as rude of a manner as when they first knocked on it. Still shocked, the pair waited for a minute, and then the door opened again. Jen and Maddie were sent out in a similarly abrupt manner, and this time, the door was locked after Layla slammed it shut.
“What was that all about?” Maddie indignantly asked the group.
“I guess Wendy really doesn’t like Con,” Dawn offered her opinion. “Con, are you okay? She didn’t hurt you, did she?”
“No, I’m fine,” he shrugged his shoulders. “She just tickle tortured and talked.”
“Did she say anything about why she was so rough on you?” Jen inquired caringly.
“Not directly, but she did heavily imply that she would have preferred that I stayed in the upstairs dungeon until all three of you were leaving.”
“Well, I’m glad that you at least got to come down and eat with us, even if she was mean,” Dawn gave a weak smile. “Sorry about all that. I wouldn’t have brought you here if I’d known she was going to be like that.”
“Yeah, and we wouldn’t have suggested it, either,” Jen added, and Maddie nodded along. “We really thought she’d love to see you two together.”
“It’s okay; none of you are at fault,” he stated. “All of that was Wendy’s choice and her choice alone. Dawn, I am getting tired; I’ve been tickled a lot in the past few hours. Do you think we can go home?”
“Sure, Con. Sorry, Jen, Maddie, I guess I accidentally cut your visit short.”
“That’s okay,” Jen gave a reassuring smile. “Are you up for coming back to our place next Tuesday or Thursday or whenever your work allows, Connor? We promise that we won’t put you in a dungeon and tickle you.”
“I’d love to come by; Thursday was a lot of fun,” he smiled back. “I’m sure Dawn will let you know as soon as I know.”
“Yes, I will,” Dawn confirmed. “We’ll see you then.”
“See you then! Have a nice ride home!” Maddie beckoned the two goodbye, and they returned it. With that, Dawn and Connor headed for the subway station, while the pair of Dungeon Ticklers decided to stick around the area for a little bit.
Connor was somehow even more reserved on the subway ride home than before. He did not bother to look at the pole-bound ticklees, nor did he pay very much attention to Dawn. For the most part, his head stayed down and his eyes stared at the ground. Dawn, for her part, could not bring herself to add to the laughter of the subway by tickling a ticklee when Connor seemed so down. Not sure what would happen when she talked to him and not wanting to provoke any sort of slave-like reaction on a public train, she simply watched him out of the corner of her eye in case he decided to look or speak up. He never did.
When the subway reached their stop, the pair got off and walked straight to their home. “Con, what did Wendy do to you in that tickle room?” Dawn finally inquired once they were in private.
“I already told you. She tickle tortured me and she talked to me.”
“What did she talk to you about?”
“She asked me about my tickle slavery and what happened since I saw you again. I told her everything, when she decided to take a break from tickling me.”
“What do you mean, everything?”
“I gave her a summary of my time with Felicity and then a summary of every day since you bought me.”
Sunday night came up in Dawn’s mind. Alarmed at thinking what would have happened if Connor spoke about that, she questioned, “Did you tell her about what happened when I wore my bikini in front of you?”
He gulped. “Yes.”
“Why would you do that? She runs just about everything to do with tickle slavery for the Tickle Cartel!”
He lowered his head. “I didn’t have a choice. She could tell that I was trying to hide something.”
“What happened after that?”
“She said she’d make me pay, and it was a while before she asked another question. I also thought I heard her say, ‘Dawn should have talked to me’ or something like that.”
“Well, maybe she thinks that, but I handled that incident fine enough. Did you tell her about how I punished you for that?”
“Yes. That was a lot easier, and she seemed to enjoy hearing about the Rib Counter. Even made a comment about convincing you to use it more. I’m not sure how serious she was about that. Of course, the fact that I’d been punished still didn’t lessen the amount of tickle torture I had to go through after she asked each question.”
“That sounds like Wendy, and I think I know why she threw us out so quickly. You really shouldn’t have told her that, Con, although to be fair, I know you really didn’t have much of a choice. I’ve been in your position before, and even though I love being tickled, I gave in then.”
“Sorry, Dawn.”
“No, like you said earlier, it’s no one’s fault but Wendy’s. She’s the one who decided that was necessary. However, next week, I think you might want to take Felicity up on her offer to visit or work there when I go to Wendy’s, if I decide to go. At least they like you there.”
“Yeah, I think it’d be a better idea than going back there with you,” he agreed.
“Sorry for the surprise really not working out. I guess I should probably talk to Cecelia before she comes over here tomorrow in case she’s as paranoid as Wendy was.”
“Probably a good idea,” he agreed.
“What do you want to do, now that we’ve got a few hours before bed?”
“I think I’m just going to go to my room and read or something. I need some time alone after all that tickle torture.”
“Okay, Con. Let me know if you want to do something. I’m not sure where exactly I’ll be, but you can just look around the house.” He nodded and headed off.
Once Connor was gone, Dawn got out her phone and texted Cecelia, “Hey, Cecelia. Just wanted to let you know that one of my old friends moved into my home last week. I think he’d be interested in joining game night when you come over, but if you don’t want that, I just won’t tell him.”
Less than a minute later, her former roommate texted back, “Tell him. The more, the merrier! Plus, I’d like to have a fresh face laughing under my fingers.” The text concluded with an evil smile emoji.
“Great. See you tomorrow afternoon. Bring your laughter.”
“It won’t be needed. Your laughter and your old friend’s laughter, on the other hand…” Then came another evil smile. “See you tomorrow.” The text chain concluded, and Dawn headed downstairs with a smile. She decided to pick back up her sketchbook and return to the drawing of Connor tickling her bellybutton. Within a few minutes, her mind was immersed in the scene, and her face held a permanent smile for the next hour as she worked on it.
After finishing an uncolored version of the sketch, Dawn glanced at the clock and decided to head to bed. She left the sketchbook open and departed the art room. On the way to her bedroom, she passed by Connor’s bedroom, which was closed and had the light off already. She sighed, thinking of how exhausted he had to be after Wendy’s mistreatment of him, and sulked back to her own bed. She was so disappointed that she did not even bother to change into pajamas; she simply laid down and tried to get to sleep.
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When Dawn finally finished eating, Tickle Mistress Wendy did not waste any time announcing, “Alright, we’re going to the tickling room now.”
Somewhat alarmed by the quickness of the host’s decision and fearing what it meant for all four guests, but especially Connor, Dawn requested, “Could we play a game instead?”
“No. We’re going to the tickling room. Layla, I want him in chains again.”
“What? Why?” Dawn protested. Connor just sighed and stood up, then put his hands out for Tia. Layla headed off to obey her mistress.
“It’s my house, and that’s what I want,” Wendy answered, her tone leaving no room for argument. “Maddie, I have a toothbrush in the tickle room for you to use, and…”
“Mistress, do you want both his hands and feet chained, or just hands?” Layla asked, holding up the combined set of chains.
“Both.”
“Yes, Mistress,” Layla obediently responded, and Connor allowed her to restrain him.
“Great. Tia, Heshima.” The two guard slaves walked to either side of Connor and intertwined his arms with theirs, setting up to frog-march him wherever Wendy wanted. “Let’s go. The rest of you, bring the others if they resist.” Not having much choice, Dawn followed the Tickle Mistress, Connor, his guards, Jen, and Maddie to a room with several tickling tables and other restraints set up. The five tickle slaves who had eaten dinner with them came behind, ensuring that no one could escape the tickle room. “Now that we’re here, Connor, I don’t believe that I ever got personally involved in your payment for us looking for Dawn at the Training Academy.” When he just looked up at her, she added, “Do you remember that?”
“I remember it; you were always gone when it started,” he replied.
“That’s what I thought. Well, I had mercy on you then, but I won’t today. Lay him down on the rack and take his shirt, shoes, and socks off. I want to find out exactly what I missed.”
“Hey!” Dawn protested, following the group to where Connor would be tied. “You already had him tickle tortured! There’s no reason to- AH!” She felt arms wrap around her midriff and pull her to a hard stop, then backwards.
“Take her to her own rack and stretch her out,” came the order from the Tickle Mistress. “Layla, Ava, Izzy, all of you tickle her stomach. Don’t stop until I tell you.”
“NOHOHOHOHO LEHEHEHEHET MEHEHEHE GOHOHOHOHO!” The tickling started as soon as Wendy finished her instructions, while someone was still carrying her over to her own rack. Despite how good it felt, Dawn protested for her freedom so she could help Connor. The trio of tickle slaves ignored her and worked to strap her down and stretch her out. Luckily, she caught Wendy’s final statement when the slaves took a break from tickling her to put her into position.
“Maddie, you’re to restrain Jen on the final rack and tickle her belly. I don’t care how you do it, but I’d prefer if you were nice. Sasha and Brandy will supervise you. If you’re not doing a good job, you’ll join her on a rack, and they’ll get paintbrushes for you, Q-tips for Jen, and flossers for Dawn. Understand?”
“Yes, Tickle Mistress,” Maddie affirmed.
“I’m sure Mistress Wendy will offer the same solution if you start complaining too much,” Layla dictated before thirty fingers descended on Dawn’s ticklish torso.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Overwhelmed by an intense start to the tickles, the switch could only scream out her laughter. The trio of tickle slaves began with hard finger wiggles, and they kept those up for a long, long time. Dawn wanted to beg to be let out, but the sheer amount and intensity of the tummy tickles eroded her resistance very quickly, and she fell into Tummy Paradise ticklee mode. Fortunately, she never really got her breath back from the initial laughter scream, and she could never tell the ticklers how much she was enjoying the tickling.
The only bad thing, for this situation, about being a professional switch was Dawn’s stamina. Layla, Ava, and Izzy did not need to give her a break until Tickle Mistress Wendy decided she was satisfied with the tickling. When the host finally called her slaves off, she also ordered them to release the ticklees. Connor was sitting up, supported by Tia, by the time Dawn realized she was no longer getting tickled. Shortly after this, the Tickle Mistress, who had Heshima at her side and was already standing far away from the man, proclaimed, “I’m getting tired. I’ll see you all next week. The others will escort you out once you recover. Goodbye.” Without another word, the Tickle Mistress whipped around and speedwalked out of the room, trailed by her guard.
“Do you need water, Dawn?” Layla asked once Ava and Izzy sat the switch up.
“It’d probably be good,” Dawn affirmed, still perplexed by the host’s sudden exit. “Where did Wendy go?”
“Probably to bed; she said she was tired,” Ava stated.
“But she never goes to bed this early, not when we come over.”
“I don’t know,” the tickle slave nervously responded. “She said she was tired.”
“It’s because of Con, isn’t it?”
Layla reentered the conversation with authority, “We’re supposed to get you whatever you need and escort you to the door, Mistress’ orders. Here’s the water you needed.”
Dawn drank, albeit with a bit of a pit in her stomach. It had been a rough exit from Wendy, and she had clearly not had enough time to convince the Tickle Mistress to at least tolerate Connor.
“Anything else, or can we escort you out?” Layla curtly asked once Dawn finished.
Dawn lowered her head. “Nothing for me.”
“Let’s go, then.” The tickle slave pulled her to her feet and walked her over to Connor and Tia. “He’s ready to go, I assume?” The guard nodded, and Layla grabbed the man. “Let’s get moving. Mistress wants to get to bed as soon as possible.” She walked them out, and Dawn felt lucky that the slave did not literally toss them out the door. However, once the pair was outside and Layla was back in, the door slammed shut in just as rude of a manner as when they first knocked on it. Still shocked, the pair waited for a minute, and then the door opened again. Jen and Maddie were sent out in a similarly abrupt manner, and this time, the door was locked after Layla slammed it shut.
“What was that all about?” Maddie indignantly asked the group.
“I guess Wendy really doesn’t like Con,” Dawn offered her opinion. “Con, are you okay? She didn’t hurt you, did she?”
“No, I’m fine,” he shrugged his shoulders. “She just tickle tortured and talked.”
“Did she say anything about why she was so rough on you?” Jen inquired caringly.
“Not directly, but she did heavily imply that she would have preferred that I stayed in the upstairs dungeon until all three of you were leaving.”
“Well, I’m glad that you at least got to come down and eat with us, even if she was mean,” Dawn gave a weak smile. “Sorry about all that. I wouldn’t have brought you here if I’d known she was going to be like that.”
“Yeah, and we wouldn’t have suggested it, either,” Jen added, and Maddie nodded along. “We really thought she’d love to see you two together.”
“It’s okay; none of you are at fault,” he stated. “All of that was Wendy’s choice and her choice alone. Dawn, I am getting tired; I’ve been tickled a lot in the past few hours. Do you think we can go home?”
“Sure, Con. Sorry, Jen, Maddie, I guess I accidentally cut your visit short.”
“That’s okay,” Jen gave a reassuring smile. “Are you up for coming back to our place next Tuesday or Thursday or whenever your work allows, Connor? We promise that we won’t put you in a dungeon and tickle you.”
“I’d love to come by; Thursday was a lot of fun,” he smiled back. “I’m sure Dawn will let you know as soon as I know.”
“Yes, I will,” Dawn confirmed. “We’ll see you then.”
“See you then! Have a nice ride home!” Maddie beckoned the two goodbye, and they returned it. With that, Dawn and Connor headed for the subway station, while the pair of Dungeon Ticklers decided to stick around the area for a little bit.
Connor was somehow even more reserved on the subway ride home than before. He did not bother to look at the pole-bound ticklees, nor did he pay very much attention to Dawn. For the most part, his head stayed down and his eyes stared at the ground. Dawn, for her part, could not bring herself to add to the laughter of the subway by tickling a ticklee when Connor seemed so down. Not sure what would happen when she talked to him and not wanting to provoke any sort of slave-like reaction on a public train, she simply watched him out of the corner of her eye in case he decided to look or speak up. He never did.
When the subway reached their stop, the pair got off and walked straight to their home. “Con, what did Wendy do to you in that tickle room?” Dawn finally inquired once they were in private.
“I already told you. She tickle tortured me and she talked to me.”
“What did she talk to you about?”
“She asked me about my tickle slavery and what happened since I saw you again. I told her everything, when she decided to take a break from tickling me.”
“What do you mean, everything?”
“I gave her a summary of my time with Felicity and then a summary of every day since you bought me.”
Sunday night came up in Dawn’s mind. Alarmed at thinking what would have happened if Connor spoke about that, she questioned, “Did you tell her about what happened when I wore my bikini in front of you?”
He gulped. “Yes.”
“Why would you do that? She runs just about everything to do with tickle slavery for the Tickle Cartel!”
He lowered his head. “I didn’t have a choice. She could tell that I was trying to hide something.”
“What happened after that?”
“She said she’d make me pay, and it was a while before she asked another question. I also thought I heard her say, ‘Dawn should have talked to me’ or something like that.”
“Well, maybe she thinks that, but I handled that incident fine enough. Did you tell her about how I punished you for that?”
“Yes. That was a lot easier, and she seemed to enjoy hearing about the Rib Counter. Even made a comment about convincing you to use it more. I’m not sure how serious she was about that. Of course, the fact that I’d been punished still didn’t lessen the amount of tickle torture I had to go through after she asked each question.”
“That sounds like Wendy, and I think I know why she threw us out so quickly. You really shouldn’t have told her that, Con, although to be fair, I know you really didn’t have much of a choice. I’ve been in your position before, and even though I love being tickled, I gave in then.”
“Sorry, Dawn.”
“No, like you said earlier, it’s no one’s fault but Wendy’s. She’s the one who decided that was necessary. However, next week, I think you might want to take Felicity up on her offer to visit or work there when I go to Wendy’s, if I decide to go. At least they like you there.”
“Yeah, I think it’d be a better idea than going back there with you,” he agreed.
“Sorry for the surprise really not working out. I guess I should probably talk to Cecelia before she comes over here tomorrow in case she’s as paranoid as Wendy was.”
“Probably a good idea,” he agreed.
“What do you want to do, now that we’ve got a few hours before bed?”
“I think I’m just going to go to my room and read or something. I need some time alone after all that tickle torture.”
“Okay, Con. Let me know if you want to do something. I’m not sure where exactly I’ll be, but you can just look around the house.” He nodded and headed off.
Once Connor was gone, Dawn got out her phone and texted Cecelia, “Hey, Cecelia. Just wanted to let you know that one of my old friends moved into my home last week. I think he’d be interested in joining game night when you come over, but if you don’t want that, I just won’t tell him.”
Less than a minute later, her former roommate texted back, “Tell him. The more, the merrier! Plus, I’d like to have a fresh face laughing under my fingers.” The text concluded with an evil smile emoji.
“Great. See you tomorrow afternoon. Bring your laughter.”
“It won’t be needed. Your laughter and your old friend’s laughter, on the other hand…” Then came another evil smile. “See you tomorrow.” The text chain concluded, and Dawn headed downstairs with a smile. She decided to pick back up her sketchbook and return to the drawing of Connor tickling her bellybutton. Within a few minutes, her mind was immersed in the scene, and her face held a permanent smile for the next hour as she worked on it.
After finishing an uncolored version of the sketch, Dawn glanced at the clock and decided to head to bed. She left the sketchbook open and departed the art room. On the way to her bedroom, she passed by Connor’s bedroom, which was closed and had the light off already. She sighed, thinking of how exhausted he had to be after Wendy’s mistreatment of him, and sulked back to her own bed. She was so disappointed that she did not even bother to change into pajamas; she simply laid down and tried to get to sleep.
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