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Here is the final part of Chapter 16 of The Tickle Cartel. I hope you enjoy it! Please let me know what you think, and thank you for reading!
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Once everyone was finished eating, Layla headed to the servant punishment dungeon to get tickled, and Wendy instructed Ava to go with her to ensure that she did not get off easy. When the two were gone, the Tickle Mistress questioned her mentee, “Jen, what do you want to do first: get tickled or play games? We don’t necessarily have to do just one and then the other; we can mix the first one back in if you feel like it later.”
“I’ll try your tickle table some more first,” Jen chose the first option.
“Very well,” Wendy allowed before turning to her servant. “Izzy, you are excused for now. Where can I find you when we need you?”
“If it is alright with you, Mistress, I would like to go and see Layla’s punishment,” Izzy requested.
“That sounds like a perfect idea,” the Tickle Mistress approved. “Also, feel free to help if you feel like she is not being punished enough.”
“Thank you, Mistress; I will see you later,” Izzy obediently responded before leaving.
After the servant was out of the room, Wendy led Jen to the tickle table room, speaking to her on the way, “Now, Jen, I know that you are aware that I neglected to tickle your bellybutton in our earlier tickle session. That will not be the case this time, and I will also use some tools to tickle you now.”
“Hooray!” Jen was so happy to include tools and her tickle button in the upcoming tickle session that she gave her mentor a quick embrace.
“Oof, wow, I didn’t know you wanted those that much, or I would have done it last time,” Wendy was surprised at the expression of joy from Jen as the two continued to walk.
“You’re such a great tickler, and I want your best when you’re tickling me,” Jen continued to be happy as they neared the tickling room.
“Then I’ll be happy to give it to you,” the Tickle Mistress stated as the two entered the room. “On the table, Jen.” By the time Wendy finished ordering Jen onto the table, the excited ticklee was getting up on it. The restraining process went by a bit quicker this time, but this time, after finishing tying her victim down, the tickler headed over and grabbed a fluffy feather pillow. “Belly up, Jen,” she instructed.
Jen grunted against the bondage as she pushed her midsection up as far as she could, knowing that the more ticklish she felt, the more fun she would have. However, the restraints were just too tight for her abdomen to gain any appreciable elevation, no matter how hard she strained against them. “Sorry, Wendy,” she apologized as her midriff fell back to the protrusion on the table. “I can’t go any higher than that.”
“That’s alright; I’ll fix it,” the Tickle Mistress announced. A few seconds after her future tickler leaned under the table, Jen felt her stomach fall a little bit with the table’s protrusion. “Alright, now lift it up.” With the extra slack, Jen was able to raise her ticklish torso up enough to fit the pillow underneath it. “Okay, Jen, tell me if this starts to stress you too much.” The ticklee felt her midsection begin to lift up very slowly.
When her bare belly was just slightly above its original height, it began compressing the pillow. The protrusion, but not Jen’s midsection, continued to raise until the pillow was compressed as far as it would go. At this point, Jen started to feel a slightly painful pull, and she quickly proclaimed, “That’s high enough!”
“Okay, let me drop it down a step,” Wendy responded, and Jen was able to relax when some of the tension released. Within a few more seconds, the tickler’s face was right above the ticklee. “Are you comfortable now, Jen? Do I need to drop it more?”
“No, this is good,” Jen still felt the stretch on her stomach, but it did not hurt anymore.
“Good, now no trying to get that ticklish tummy away from me, although I will say that I doubt you can do much on that end, anyways,” the Tickle Mistress declared. “Now, for a quick test.”
“AHAHA!” Jen squealed out when Tickle Mistress Wendy’s finger wiggled quickly in her bellybutton. She reactively tried to suck in her stomach, despite the warning against that, but just like her tickler said, there was not any room to pull her middle in, and the finger stayed in her button.
“That definitely works,” the Tickle Mistress broadcasted. “Now, Jen, are you ready for tools?”
“Yes!” Jen excitedly agreed.
“Then let’s get started,” Tickle Mistress Wendy declared, going out of Jen’s sight to grab something. When she returned, she held a makeup brush in front of her ticklee’s face. “I’m not sure if anyone’s ever used one of these on you before, but I’ve found that makeup brushes can work pretty well in a ticklish bellybutton like yours.”
“YEHEHEHES IHIHIHI GUEHEHEHESS THEHEHEY CAHAHAHAHAN!” Jen began laughing immediately when the brush began to swirl inside her tickle button. The size of the tickle tool was perfect: it covered every inch at the bottom of her navel, and the sides of the tool brushed against the walls of her most ticklish spot. Due to the light sensation not being caused by a Q-tip, the ticklee enjoyed the tickling covering the entirety of her bellybutton. “THIHIHIHIS TIHIHIHICKLEHEHES SOHOHOHO GOHOHOOD!”
“Good, now I know that you like makeup brushes,” Wendy noted as she swirled the tool back and forth, making sure it was continually moving. “And based on your laughter, it is another thing that tickles you lots. Should I use this on you some other time when I’m tickling you?”
“YEHEHEHES PLEHEHEHEASE DOHOHOHOHO!” Jen approved. “IHIHIHTS FUHUHUHUHUN!”
“I’ll do that, then,” Wendy promised. “Now, Jen, laugh for me.” She pressed the brush in slightly harder, and Jen’s laughter kicked up a notch. However, the ticklee was able to easily continue a conversation about just how much this tool tickled until it was removed from her tummy button a few minutes later. The tickler put the tool away and came back to Jen with a strange object in her hand. “Alright, Jen, next up, I’m going to show you a tool we use to discipline tickle slaves’ tummies at the Training Academy.” When Jen got a worried look on her face, the Tickle Mistress stepped in to reassure her, “I don’t think you’ll feel like it’s a punishment, though. In fact, I think you’ll like it. This tool is a raspberry-blowing machine, and its official name is a Raspberry Giver. A real original name, I know. But let me tell you how it works. Basically, I’m going to tape it over your bellybutton, and when it blows the raspberries, it will push the ‘mouth’ of the tool in, press into your bellybutton with different pressure depending on intensity, and then rock and vibrate back and forth to tickle. I hate to bring up this memory, but when you were on the small Transporter ship, I’m sure that your tickle machine had a raspberry machine on it. This uses the same technology, except there will just be one raspberry blowing on your belly, not several.”
“Alright,” Jen nodded her head in understanding as acknowledged that this might not be bad. After all, she did enjoy those raspberry machines on the trip, despite how Tara the tummy tickling machine may have interpreted her reactions.
“Is it alright if I use this tool on you?” Wendy requested explicit confirmation from her ticklee.
“Yes, I enjoyed those raspberry machines,” Jen agreed to the raspberry treatment.
“Okay, then I’ll set this on random duration, random break time, and medium intensity,” the Tickle Mistress announced. “And while that tool is randomly raspberrying your tickle button, I’ll be doing something that I know you love: dusting the rest of your ticklish tummy all over.”
“Okay!” Jen was now eager to get the tickling started since she knew that her favorite torso tickling technique would be utilized.
Wendy fastened the Raspberry Giver over her ticklee’s bellybutton, and the first raspberry came right away, well before the tickler could retrieve the feather dusters. Jen broke into happy laughter while Wendy went to grab the dusters, “AHAHAHAHA YEHEHEHEHES THAHAHAHAT’S THEHEHEHE SPHOHOHOHOT!”
“Tickle, tickle, tickle, Jen!” the Tickle Mistress returned with two feather dusters, and she began brushing them over the bare belly immediately. Soon after the dusting started, the long initial zerbert ended, and Jen’s laughter went down in volume just a little bit. Hearing the laughter go down, the tickler picked her teasing up, “I’m going to get your tummy, Jen! Dust, dust, dust until this stomach is sparkly clean!”
“GOHOHOHOHOOD! THAHAHAHAT TIHIHIHICKLEHEHES SOHOHOHO MUHUHUHUCH!” Jen laughed out happily as her favorite tools brushed all over her midsection. Occasionally, her standard descriptive laughter was interrupted by a squeal from a sudden zerbert, but her comments afterwards clearly indicated that she was enjoying the ticklish treatment. “AHAHAHAND IHIHIHTS SOHOHOHO AHAHAHAHA FUHUHUHUN! IHIHIH LOHOHOHOVE THIHIHIS! THAHAHAHAHANKS!”
‘This is the life,’ Jen thought as her midriff’s sensitivity was exploited. ‘Feathers tickling all over my belly, raspberries randomly hitting my bellybutton, just laughing my heart out. Tickle Mistress Wendy is so talented at tickling with those dusters, and it just makes it so, so good. I can’t imagine a better situation.’
Jen did not have to imagine any better situations for over another half hour, as the feathers and raspberries continued uninterrupted for that time. The only things that could theoretically interrupt the tickles were the teases coming from Tickle Mistress Wendy’s mouth, but Jen just soaked those in as part of the ticklish experience. Eventually, though, the Tickle Mistress realized that she would need to take a break from tickling Jen if they wanted to play games, so she removed the dusters from the ticklish abdomen. As the ticklee wondered why the tickling was stopping, her tickler also deactivated the Raspberry Giver before taking it out.
“Okay, Jen, you said that you wanted to play some games, and if you still want that, we can do that now,” Wendy proclaimed. “On the other hand, you can stay in here and I can tickle you some more if you’d like, but I think we’ve got about an hour left, and I wanted to make sure that we had the opportunity to play more games. Your choice.”
“Let’s do the games,” Jen spoke clearly, her voice not needing much time to recover from the tickles. “I did want to get some of those in while I’m here.”
“Sounds perfect,” Wendy announced as she began the process of unstrapping her mentee. Once Jen was no longer restrained, she hopped up to a sitting position, and then she followed her mentor to the servant punishment dungeon to retrieve Izzy.
After pulling Izzy away from tickling one of the other servants who had become a victim of a gang tickling, Tickle Mistress Wendy led Jen and her servant back to the game room. The guest chose a card game to start with, and mentor and mentee were soon locked in the contest. During the game, Ava set the stocks behind her mistress, and getting her ankles locked in them distracted Wendy enough that she lost the game. Jen took advantage of the upturned soles for thirty seconds before the two moved on to their next game. A series of short and fun games later, the two both had smiles plastered on their faces from their quick “punishments”.
After thirty seconds of wiggling her finger in Jen’s bellybutton, the Tickle Mistress looked at the clock and noticed that it was getting late, and she declared, “Alright, Jen, as much as I hate to say this, I think that I need to get you back to Rebecca’s for tonight.”
Jen looked at the clock behind her, hoping to contest the end of the night, but when she saw the time, she resignedly agreed, “Okay. Thanks for inviting me over! It was a ton of fun.”
“It was all my pleasure,” Wendy smiled. “Ava, get me out of these stocks, and Izzy, get Jen’s things for her.” Once Wendy’s feet were free, she took a big sigh of relief before leading her guest back to the front of the house. Izzy handed Jen her backpack at the door, and the Tickle Mistress took her mentee outside. The two had an active conversation on the drive back to Jen’s home for the next couple of nights, both having had a great time. When they regrettably reached the apartment complex, Jen’s mentor addressed her, “Thank you so much for coming over tonight. I had such a blast spending more time with you, and I hope you felt the same way.”
“Definitely!” Jen eagerly agreed. “I just wish it didn’t have to end so soon.”
“Well, I’ll be sure to invite you and Maddie over when you get back, and like I said earlier, I think the Queen Mistress will have you visit me right away, too,” Tickle Mistress Wendy proclaimed. “Anyway, the Queen Mistress has already told me where you’ll be when you leave to get Maddie, and I’ll be there to send you off. See you then, Jen.”
“See you then, Tickle Mistress Wendy,” Jen formally addressed her mentor before waving a long goodbye and then heading inside. When she got to the apartment, she found that it was still empty; apparently, Rebecca was still laughing in the stocks. Since she was getting tired, Jen opted to go to sleep early, wanting to have plenty of rest for the final day before she left. Upon getting into bed, her mind turned to Maddie, and she began thinking again about how she would approach her best friend after everything that had happened. The pressure of seeing Maddie again kept her tossing and turning for a bit, and she only went to sleep after the worries wore her out.
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Chapter 16: Prep Week, Day 6: Part 4
Once everyone was finished eating, Layla headed to the servant punishment dungeon to get tickled, and Wendy instructed Ava to go with her to ensure that she did not get off easy. When the two were gone, the Tickle Mistress questioned her mentee, “Jen, what do you want to do first: get tickled or play games? We don’t necessarily have to do just one and then the other; we can mix the first one back in if you feel like it later.”
“I’ll try your tickle table some more first,” Jen chose the first option.
“Very well,” Wendy allowed before turning to her servant. “Izzy, you are excused for now. Where can I find you when we need you?”
“If it is alright with you, Mistress, I would like to go and see Layla’s punishment,” Izzy requested.
“That sounds like a perfect idea,” the Tickle Mistress approved. “Also, feel free to help if you feel like she is not being punished enough.”
“Thank you, Mistress; I will see you later,” Izzy obediently responded before leaving.
After the servant was out of the room, Wendy led Jen to the tickle table room, speaking to her on the way, “Now, Jen, I know that you are aware that I neglected to tickle your bellybutton in our earlier tickle session. That will not be the case this time, and I will also use some tools to tickle you now.”
“Hooray!” Jen was so happy to include tools and her tickle button in the upcoming tickle session that she gave her mentor a quick embrace.
“Oof, wow, I didn’t know you wanted those that much, or I would have done it last time,” Wendy was surprised at the expression of joy from Jen as the two continued to walk.
“You’re such a great tickler, and I want your best when you’re tickling me,” Jen continued to be happy as they neared the tickling room.
“Then I’ll be happy to give it to you,” the Tickle Mistress stated as the two entered the room. “On the table, Jen.” By the time Wendy finished ordering Jen onto the table, the excited ticklee was getting up on it. The restraining process went by a bit quicker this time, but this time, after finishing tying her victim down, the tickler headed over and grabbed a fluffy feather pillow. “Belly up, Jen,” she instructed.
Jen grunted against the bondage as she pushed her midsection up as far as she could, knowing that the more ticklish she felt, the more fun she would have. However, the restraints were just too tight for her abdomen to gain any appreciable elevation, no matter how hard she strained against them. “Sorry, Wendy,” she apologized as her midriff fell back to the protrusion on the table. “I can’t go any higher than that.”
“That’s alright; I’ll fix it,” the Tickle Mistress announced. A few seconds after her future tickler leaned under the table, Jen felt her stomach fall a little bit with the table’s protrusion. “Alright, now lift it up.” With the extra slack, Jen was able to raise her ticklish torso up enough to fit the pillow underneath it. “Okay, Jen, tell me if this starts to stress you too much.” The ticklee felt her midsection begin to lift up very slowly.
When her bare belly was just slightly above its original height, it began compressing the pillow. The protrusion, but not Jen’s midsection, continued to raise until the pillow was compressed as far as it would go. At this point, Jen started to feel a slightly painful pull, and she quickly proclaimed, “That’s high enough!”
“Okay, let me drop it down a step,” Wendy responded, and Jen was able to relax when some of the tension released. Within a few more seconds, the tickler’s face was right above the ticklee. “Are you comfortable now, Jen? Do I need to drop it more?”
“No, this is good,” Jen still felt the stretch on her stomach, but it did not hurt anymore.
“Good, now no trying to get that ticklish tummy away from me, although I will say that I doubt you can do much on that end, anyways,” the Tickle Mistress declared. “Now, for a quick test.”
“AHAHA!” Jen squealed out when Tickle Mistress Wendy’s finger wiggled quickly in her bellybutton. She reactively tried to suck in her stomach, despite the warning against that, but just like her tickler said, there was not any room to pull her middle in, and the finger stayed in her button.
“That definitely works,” the Tickle Mistress broadcasted. “Now, Jen, are you ready for tools?”
“Yes!” Jen excitedly agreed.
“Then let’s get started,” Tickle Mistress Wendy declared, going out of Jen’s sight to grab something. When she returned, she held a makeup brush in front of her ticklee’s face. “I’m not sure if anyone’s ever used one of these on you before, but I’ve found that makeup brushes can work pretty well in a ticklish bellybutton like yours.”
“YEHEHEHES IHIHIHI GUEHEHEHESS THEHEHEY CAHAHAHAHAN!” Jen began laughing immediately when the brush began to swirl inside her tickle button. The size of the tickle tool was perfect: it covered every inch at the bottom of her navel, and the sides of the tool brushed against the walls of her most ticklish spot. Due to the light sensation not being caused by a Q-tip, the ticklee enjoyed the tickling covering the entirety of her bellybutton. “THIHIHIHIS TIHIHIHICKLEHEHES SOHOHOHO GOHOHOOD!”
“Good, now I know that you like makeup brushes,” Wendy noted as she swirled the tool back and forth, making sure it was continually moving. “And based on your laughter, it is another thing that tickles you lots. Should I use this on you some other time when I’m tickling you?”
“YEHEHEHES PLEHEHEHEASE DOHOHOHOHO!” Jen approved. “IHIHIHTS FUHUHUHUHUN!”
“I’ll do that, then,” Wendy promised. “Now, Jen, laugh for me.” She pressed the brush in slightly harder, and Jen’s laughter kicked up a notch. However, the ticklee was able to easily continue a conversation about just how much this tool tickled until it was removed from her tummy button a few minutes later. The tickler put the tool away and came back to Jen with a strange object in her hand. “Alright, Jen, next up, I’m going to show you a tool we use to discipline tickle slaves’ tummies at the Training Academy.” When Jen got a worried look on her face, the Tickle Mistress stepped in to reassure her, “I don’t think you’ll feel like it’s a punishment, though. In fact, I think you’ll like it. This tool is a raspberry-blowing machine, and its official name is a Raspberry Giver. A real original name, I know. But let me tell you how it works. Basically, I’m going to tape it over your bellybutton, and when it blows the raspberries, it will push the ‘mouth’ of the tool in, press into your bellybutton with different pressure depending on intensity, and then rock and vibrate back and forth to tickle. I hate to bring up this memory, but when you were on the small Transporter ship, I’m sure that your tickle machine had a raspberry machine on it. This uses the same technology, except there will just be one raspberry blowing on your belly, not several.”
“Alright,” Jen nodded her head in understanding as acknowledged that this might not be bad. After all, she did enjoy those raspberry machines on the trip, despite how Tara the tummy tickling machine may have interpreted her reactions.
“Is it alright if I use this tool on you?” Wendy requested explicit confirmation from her ticklee.
“Yes, I enjoyed those raspberry machines,” Jen agreed to the raspberry treatment.
“Okay, then I’ll set this on random duration, random break time, and medium intensity,” the Tickle Mistress announced. “And while that tool is randomly raspberrying your tickle button, I’ll be doing something that I know you love: dusting the rest of your ticklish tummy all over.”
“Okay!” Jen was now eager to get the tickling started since she knew that her favorite torso tickling technique would be utilized.
Wendy fastened the Raspberry Giver over her ticklee’s bellybutton, and the first raspberry came right away, well before the tickler could retrieve the feather dusters. Jen broke into happy laughter while Wendy went to grab the dusters, “AHAHAHAHA YEHEHEHEHES THAHAHAHAT’S THEHEHEHE SPHOHOHOHOT!”
“Tickle, tickle, tickle, Jen!” the Tickle Mistress returned with two feather dusters, and she began brushing them over the bare belly immediately. Soon after the dusting started, the long initial zerbert ended, and Jen’s laughter went down in volume just a little bit. Hearing the laughter go down, the tickler picked her teasing up, “I’m going to get your tummy, Jen! Dust, dust, dust until this stomach is sparkly clean!”
“GOHOHOHOHOOD! THAHAHAHAT TIHIHIHICKLEHEHES SOHOHOHO MUHUHUHUCH!” Jen laughed out happily as her favorite tools brushed all over her midsection. Occasionally, her standard descriptive laughter was interrupted by a squeal from a sudden zerbert, but her comments afterwards clearly indicated that she was enjoying the ticklish treatment. “AHAHAHAND IHIHIHTS SOHOHOHO AHAHAHAHA FUHUHUHUN! IHIHIH LOHOHOHOVE THIHIHIS! THAHAHAHAHANKS!”
‘This is the life,’ Jen thought as her midriff’s sensitivity was exploited. ‘Feathers tickling all over my belly, raspberries randomly hitting my bellybutton, just laughing my heart out. Tickle Mistress Wendy is so talented at tickling with those dusters, and it just makes it so, so good. I can’t imagine a better situation.’
Jen did not have to imagine any better situations for over another half hour, as the feathers and raspberries continued uninterrupted for that time. The only things that could theoretically interrupt the tickles were the teases coming from Tickle Mistress Wendy’s mouth, but Jen just soaked those in as part of the ticklish experience. Eventually, though, the Tickle Mistress realized that she would need to take a break from tickling Jen if they wanted to play games, so she removed the dusters from the ticklish abdomen. As the ticklee wondered why the tickling was stopping, her tickler also deactivated the Raspberry Giver before taking it out.
“Okay, Jen, you said that you wanted to play some games, and if you still want that, we can do that now,” Wendy proclaimed. “On the other hand, you can stay in here and I can tickle you some more if you’d like, but I think we’ve got about an hour left, and I wanted to make sure that we had the opportunity to play more games. Your choice.”
“Let’s do the games,” Jen spoke clearly, her voice not needing much time to recover from the tickles. “I did want to get some of those in while I’m here.”
“Sounds perfect,” Wendy announced as she began the process of unstrapping her mentee. Once Jen was no longer restrained, she hopped up to a sitting position, and then she followed her mentor to the servant punishment dungeon to retrieve Izzy.
After pulling Izzy away from tickling one of the other servants who had become a victim of a gang tickling, Tickle Mistress Wendy led Jen and her servant back to the game room. The guest chose a card game to start with, and mentor and mentee were soon locked in the contest. During the game, Ava set the stocks behind her mistress, and getting her ankles locked in them distracted Wendy enough that she lost the game. Jen took advantage of the upturned soles for thirty seconds before the two moved on to their next game. A series of short and fun games later, the two both had smiles plastered on their faces from their quick “punishments”.
After thirty seconds of wiggling her finger in Jen’s bellybutton, the Tickle Mistress looked at the clock and noticed that it was getting late, and she declared, “Alright, Jen, as much as I hate to say this, I think that I need to get you back to Rebecca’s for tonight.”
Jen looked at the clock behind her, hoping to contest the end of the night, but when she saw the time, she resignedly agreed, “Okay. Thanks for inviting me over! It was a ton of fun.”
“It was all my pleasure,” Wendy smiled. “Ava, get me out of these stocks, and Izzy, get Jen’s things for her.” Once Wendy’s feet were free, she took a big sigh of relief before leading her guest back to the front of the house. Izzy handed Jen her backpack at the door, and the Tickle Mistress took her mentee outside. The two had an active conversation on the drive back to Jen’s home for the next couple of nights, both having had a great time. When they regrettably reached the apartment complex, Jen’s mentor addressed her, “Thank you so much for coming over tonight. I had such a blast spending more time with you, and I hope you felt the same way.”
“Definitely!” Jen eagerly agreed. “I just wish it didn’t have to end so soon.”
“Well, I’ll be sure to invite you and Maddie over when you get back, and like I said earlier, I think the Queen Mistress will have you visit me right away, too,” Tickle Mistress Wendy proclaimed. “Anyway, the Queen Mistress has already told me where you’ll be when you leave to get Maddie, and I’ll be there to send you off. See you then, Jen.”
“See you then, Tickle Mistress Wendy,” Jen formally addressed her mentor before waving a long goodbye and then heading inside. When she got to the apartment, she found that it was still empty; apparently, Rebecca was still laughing in the stocks. Since she was getting tired, Jen opted to go to sleep early, wanting to have plenty of rest for the final day before she left. Upon getting into bed, her mind turned to Maddie, and she began thinking again about how she would approach her best friend after everything that had happened. The pressure of seeing Maddie again kept her tossing and turning for a bit, and she only went to sleep after the worries wore her out.
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Chapter 17: Prep Week, Day 7: Part 1
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