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Here is part 3 of Chapter 19 of The Tickle Cartel.
Edit: Starting today (October 1), I will be doing a writing challenge for TickleTober 2021 on DeviantArt. Here is an introduction post with the prompts and some general information about the setting and characters. This writing challenge should not interrupt my posting schedule on here right away, since I have a few more parts of the main story written already. However, I may end up posting less near the end of the month, depending on how much time I have to write on the main story.
I hope you enjoy the story! Please let me know what you think, and thank you for reading!
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Chapter 19: Testing Maddie, Part 2
“Hey, you two,” Wendy and Lori came back in, and the Tickle Mistress addressed the ticklees. “Maddie, you’re going to have to get back on the tummy tickling table.” Maddie sighed in disappointment as she took a last sip of the tea from Layla. After the servants placed her back on the tickle table, Wendy ordered, “Don’t tie her down yet. Just hold her arms. I’m putting these under her.”
“Hey!” Jen protested when she saw several pillows stacked in her mentor’s and Lori’s hands. “Don’t put those under her! Hasn’t she endured enough?” Maddie, meanwhile, did not say anything; she was already resigned to the tickle torture.
“Don’t worry; I’m lowering the protrusion under her stomach,” Wendy declared. “Her belly won’t be any higher than it was before. I’m also putting these under her entire body. She’s been doing quite a bit of thrashing on that table, and the last time I saw her get up, it looked like her back could be hurting. I just want her to be more comfortable.”
“Oh,” Jen accepted the situation when she realized what the pillows were for.
“Thanks.” Even Maddie was willing to thank Wendy for the new comfort-focused accommodations.
“No problem; I want you to be comfortable while you’re laughing,” Wendy stated as she placed pillows under Maddie from just below her neck to her upper legs. The Tickle Mistress then lowered the protrusion, and Maddie’s body straightened out to the point where her midriff was no longer sticking up like Jen’s was. “Put some of the straps on,” she instructed her servants. “Maddie, how’s that tea working? Is your voice feeling more back to normal?”
“Yes, it is,” Maddie affirmed as the straps secured her body to the tickle table. “It helps quite a bit after laughing so much. Although I’d still prefer not to be forced to laugh.”
“I realize that,” Wendy actually seemed to be agreeing with her ticklee. “You’ve done a lot of laughing and a lot of squirming so far, and I can tell that this is really tickle torture for you. Is there any tool that I can use that will tickle, but not torture you?”
“The only times tickling hasn’t been torture for me have been rare times when Jen does it,” Maddie responded, making Jen blush. “I guess it’s because she’s tickled me enough that I have an innate trust in her to stop when she needs to. You’ve been stopping like that, but I just don’t have that same level of trust with you. I can’t think of any specific tool that won’t tickle torture me, though.”
“I understand,” Wendy glanced at Lori, who nodded. “Well, Maddie, I really do hate to say this, but I’m not done tickling you quite yet. But I’ll make you a deal. You know how to tickle Jen the best of anyone, so if you tell me how to tickle torture Jen, I’ll give you a really long break. I’m thinking half an hour break, and then only really light tickling in short durations from then on. I won’t even make you go into silent laughter like I’ve been doing.”
“What?” Jen exclaimed.
“Yeah, what?” Maddie echoed her friend.
“Wendy!” Jen gasped after Maddie offered her quick protest, earning her a judgmental glare from Lori.
“Jen!” Wendy scolded her mentee before firmly dictating, “I am a Tickle Mistress, and you will address me as such.”
“Alright,” Jen was put off by the sudden change in demeanor by the Tickle Mistress, and her initial response was submissive. “Well, Tickle Mistress Wendy, how could you make Maddie do that?”
“Yeah, I’m not giving up any weakness of Jen’s, Tickle Mistress,” Maddie backed up her friend. “I don’t care how much you tickle me or how long of a break you offer.”
“It’s simply for reference, Jen, and good luck with that, Maddie,” Wendy calmly answered both ticklees separately. She then leaned in near Maddie’s ear and said something, after which Jen’s best friend looked at her questioningly and the Tickle Mistress nodded. Although whatever Wendy said seemed to ease Maddie, the next action the Tickle Mistress took was to straddle her ticklee. Lori did the same to Jen, and Wendy announced, “Time to start tickling again. Remember, Maddie, tell me how to tickle torture Jen, and I’ll stop and give you a big break.”
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHO NEHEHEHEVEHEHEHER!” Maddie laughed hysterically as a paintbrush targeted her tickle button.
“THAHAHAHAHAT TIHIHIHICKLEHEHEHES!” Jen went back to her happy place of feeling tickles in her bellybutton, this time from a flosser.
“NOHOHOHO GEHEHEHEHET IHIHIHIHIT OHOHOHOUT!” It quickly became obvious that Maddie was not suited to handle any form of navel tickling, whether or not it was originally meant to be torture. “PLEHEHEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAHAP!”
“Tell me what I want to know, and I will,” Wendy declared. “How can Jen be tickle tortured?”
Jen tried to enjoy the tickles in her bellybutton, and her laughter reflected that desire, but Maddie’s begging laughter was distracting her. ‘I really don’t want Wendy to know that she can tickle torture me with Q-tips, but Maddie, please tell her,’ Jen’s thoughts were mixed. While part of her wanted to keep her secret safe, another part of her cared too much for Maddie to let her best friend suffer. ‘Maddie, tell her. Stop your tickle torture. I’ll be able to take it. You can’t right now. You need a break.’ However, despite wanting her best friend to tell the truth about how to tickle torture her, Jen could not bring herself to encourage it out loud.
Finally, after a solid two minutes of the paintbrush tickling her bellybutton, Maddie broke, “IHIHIHILL TEHEHEHELL YUHUHUHU! JUHUHUHUST STAHAHAHAP!”
“Very well,” Wendy removed the paintbrush from the tickle button. “Tell me the truth, or it will be worse.”
After a guilty look over to Jen, Maddie looked away from her fellow ticklee and reluctantly revealed her best friend’s weakness, “Use Q-tips… Q-tips on her belly. She can’t stand them.”
“We’ll test that, and if it works, I’ll let you out,” the Tickle Mistress responded. “Lori?”
As the two walked out of the room, Wendy patted Jen’s belly with a… comforting look on her face? Jen immediately wondered why the Tickle Mistress’ face conveyed empathy right after she had tortured her mentee’s greatest weakness out of the latter’s best friend.
“Jen, I’m so sorry,” Maddie burst into tears as she turned back to her best friend. “I… I couldn’t take…”
“Don’t worry, Maddie; I know you couldn’t take that,” Jen attempted to comfort her best friend. “I was actually hoping that you would say it, but I couldn’t bring myself to tell you to do it. I’m well aware of how ticklish your bellybutton is, and I could hear how quick Wendy was wearing you down. I’m not mad at you at all. You don’t need to apologize.”
“I’m still sorry, Jen,” Maddie apologized again, turning her teary-eyed head back away from Jen.
‘Alright, I’ve just got to psych myself up for this, and it won’t be so bad,’ Jen tried to once again convince herself that Q-tips on her tummy would not be torture. ‘Yeah, that’s right, I can take it. And if nothing else, I’ll put on a show for the first couple of minutes to get Maddie out, and then I’ll be fine afterwards.’
“Alright, Maddie, time to test and see if Jen’s as weak to Q-tips as you said she was,” Jen jumped, albeit only a tiny bit because of her bonds, when Tickle Mistress Wendy uttered the name of the tickle torture tool. “That’s a good start. Lori, you can begin. I’ll sit with Maddie here. Maddie, remember what I said.”
“Tickle, tickle, tickle, Jen!” Lori had an evil glint in her eyes as she lowered the Q-tip right into Jen’s waiting bellybutton.
“NONONONONONO GEHEHEHET IHIHIHIHIT OHOHOHOUT! GEHEHEHET IHIHIHIT OHOHOHOUT!” Jen immediately broke into pleas when the Q-tip touched down.
‘Nope, I can’t take this,’ Jen internally realized after a second of the devilish tool being in her navel. ‘It’s torture, no matter what I think beforehand.’
“Yeah, like we believe that,” Lori evilly teased Jen, who could not hear her at all. “It’s going to take more than a few seconds of begging to convince us.”
Wendy, however, was more inclined to believe the person she had tickled and never got a similar reaction from. Nevertheless, she wanted to hear the ticklee beg for a little while more before she agreed with Maddie on this being a torture tool for Jen.
Jen was more than willing to give the ticklers as much begging as they desired, not that she had any choice in the matter, “STAHAHAHAHAP WIHIHIHITH THAHAHAHAT! AHAHAHANYTHIHIHING EHEHEHELSE! NOHOHOHO MOHOHOHOHORE! GEHEHEHET THAHAHAHAHAT OHOHOHOHOUT!”
“Have you heard enough yet?” Maddie turned her tear-stained face to Wendy as she angrily questioned the Tickle Mistress. Both best friends hated seeing the other be tickle tortured by another person, and it was evident in the tone Maddie was taking. “Well, have you?”
A few more seconds of Jen suffering was enough for Wendy, and she quickly commanded, “Lori, stop tickling her! Layla, Ava, Izzy, get Maddie out.” The servants did as they were instructed, but Jen’s tickler continued tormenting the helpless button. “Lori, stop tickling her!” Wendy got up from sitting on Maddie’s tickle table and repeated her order once more, this time with a threat, “Lori, stop tickling her right now, or you’re going on what was Maddie’s table.” Jen’s tickler took one glance at the Tickle Mistress and reluctantly removed the Q-tip from the tickle button. “Off her. Now.” As Jen caught her breath, she noticed that Wendy had a very angry look on her face, and it was directed at Lori. “Give me the Q-tips.” The Tickle Mistress’ friend handed her the Q-tip that had been used to tickle Jen. “And the other ones.” Two more Q-tips changed hands before Wendy handed all the tickle tools to Layla, who had finished untying Maddie. “Keep these with you. Layla, Ava, Izzy, please escort Maddie to the dining room. Get her something to eat and drink.” Then, naming each of the other servants in the room, the Tickle Mistress instructed, “Please escort Lori to her T cart, by force if necessary. Lori, it was nice to see you, but it is time for you to go. I need to speak with Jen and Maddie alone.”
By the time everyone else had departed the room, Jen had mostly recovered from the Q-tip tickle torture, and she looked at her mentor with fear in her eyes. ‘I haven’t felt like this since I was first taken to Tickle Mistress Wendy by Pat and Katelyn,’ she recalled the last time she was this afraid of the Tickle Slave Training Academy head. ‘What’s she going to do to me?’
“Relax, Jen,” Wendy calmly stated. “There’s no more Q-tips in here. Layla has all of them.” Jen did as instructed, for the most part. She was still a little fearful of the Tickle Mistress, especially because she had snapped earlier, so some tension remained in the bound woman’s body. “Jen, I’d like to apologize. I took things too far today, especially with Maddie, and I allowed Lori to take the Q-tips too far with you. I’m also sorry that I snapped at you earlier. Lori expects people like you to call me by my title, so the fact that you did not address me as a Tickle Mistress was a big red flag for her. Still, I shouldn’t have snapped so hard at you. As for Maddie, I won’t tickle torture her like that again, and I will make sure to let her know. I had no clue that she was that ticklish and just as weak as I am to tickle torture, and I feel bad about how much I tickled her. Can you forgive me for that?”
All of the apology seemed sincere to Jen, and when Wendy picked up a fluffy feather duster, Jen let her admiration of the Tickle Mistress get the best of her. “Yes, I forgive you,” she declared. “Just please don’t torture me with Q-tips all the time.”
“I promise that I won’t; they will be reserved for times when you really deserve them,” Wendy assured her. “Knowing you, that won’t be very often, so I’ll keep them hidden and out of reach. But I will not apologize for tickling that out of Maddie. I know it was torture for her, but frankly, I was going to find out one way or another. Doing it that way made it quick and easy. I do apologize again for how long I let Lori tickle you with them; I should have forced her to stop as soon as Maddie spoke up.”
“That’s okay, I guess; I’m not sure she would have stopped if you’d said anything earlier,” Jen accepted the further apology. “And I guess you do have some connections; just please, please don’t tickle torture anything else out of Maddie. I think she’s had enough tickled out of her.”
“Yes, she has,” Wendy agreed. “And I’m having this second tickle table removed from the room as soon as I can get servants to do it. If someone gets up on one of these tummy tickling tables, I want them to have done so willingly. And there will not be any Q-tips waiting for you here. Just things like this.” The Tickle Mistress waved the feather duster in the air. “Do you want a little positive laughter before we head down to the dining room to meet up with Maddie?”
“I thought you’d never ask,” Jen smiled, and Wendy brought the feather duster down to her bare belly. Once again, the ticklee was consumed in happy laughter, “IHIHIHI LOHOHOVE THIHIHIS, WEHEHENDYHYHY! YAHAHAHAHAY!”
“I know you do,” Wendy declared as she danced the duster across the smooth skin of Jen’s stomach. “And I’m more than happy to give you it.” She tickled the torso for another minute before stopping and untying her ticklee. “I’m sure Maddie is anxiously awaiting us, so let’s head down.” With her Q-tip torment recovery aided by the feather duster, Jen hopped up off the table as soon as she was free, and Wendy led her down to the dining room.
“Thanks!” Jen accepted the glass of water from Layla as soon as it was offered.
“You’re looking energetic, Jen,” Maddie noted her best friend’s new happy state.
“I made sure to give her some tickling that she liked,” Wendy announced, and Jen nodded along in agreement. “Maddie, I’d like to apologize for how much I tickled you up there. Ava and Izzy will remove the second tummy tickling table from the room when we go to see the Queen Mistress, and the original one is for Jen only. I will not tickle torture you like that again.”
“Okay.” Not having the experience that Jen had with tickling or with Tickle Mistress Wendy, Maddie did not fully trust the Tickle Mistress’ word.
“I know I haven’t given you many reasons to trust me, so I’ll let my future actions prove that one for me,” the Tickle Mistress acknowledged Maddie’s concerns. “And I’m sure one of them will be letting you tickle me, but not right now. I’m just as weak to tickle torture as you are. For now, as long as it doesn’t involve tickling, I’ll let you two pick the activity. What do you want to do?”
“Maddie, how do board games sound?” Jen brought up the idea when Maddie looked to her for advice.
“I’d be up for that,” Maddie stated before turning to Wendy. “What do you have, Tickle Mistress Wendy?”
“Lori’s not here; drop the Tickle Mistress,” Wendy winked. “Let’s head over to the game room.”
The three headed with Layla to the game room, and Maddie found a few games that she liked. Layla stayed throughout the games, joining Tickle Mistress Wendy when she needed a partner, and everyone seemed to relax.
A little while later, Tickle Mistress Wendy received a call on her cellphone, and she directed Jen and Maddie upstairs. “Hello, Miss Jen, Miss Maddie, and Tickle Mistress Wendy,” Cammy announced, standing right inside the front door. “Queen Mistress Heather sent her car to take you three to her palace. She is ready for Maddie’s tests. Please come with me.” Jen, Maddie, and Tickle Mistress Wendy followed Cammy out to the car. On the way over to the palace, both Wendy and the servant attempted to calm Maddie’s nerves: the former massaged Maddie’s shoulders, while the latter reassured Maddie that perfection was not the expectation of the tests. Cammy also informed Maddie and reminded Jen of the proper etiquette in the throne room, specifically curtsying to the Queen Mistress. Upon arriving at the palace, Cammy took them straight to the throne room. The guards opened the door at the servant’s signal, and Maddie saw Queen Mistress Heather for the first time.
Next Chapter
Chapter 19: Testing Maddie, Part 4
Edit: Starting today (October 1), I will be doing a writing challenge for TickleTober 2021 on DeviantArt. Here is an introduction post with the prompts and some general information about the setting and characters. This writing challenge should not interrupt my posting schedule on here right away, since I have a few more parts of the main story written already. However, I may end up posting less near the end of the month, depending on how much time I have to write on the main story.
I hope you enjoy the story! Please let me know what you think, and thank you for reading!
All Tickle Cartel Chapters
Previous Chapter
Chapter 19: Testing Maddie, Part 2
“Hey, you two,” Wendy and Lori came back in, and the Tickle Mistress addressed the ticklees. “Maddie, you’re going to have to get back on the tummy tickling table.” Maddie sighed in disappointment as she took a last sip of the tea from Layla. After the servants placed her back on the tickle table, Wendy ordered, “Don’t tie her down yet. Just hold her arms. I’m putting these under her.”
“Hey!” Jen protested when she saw several pillows stacked in her mentor’s and Lori’s hands. “Don’t put those under her! Hasn’t she endured enough?” Maddie, meanwhile, did not say anything; she was already resigned to the tickle torture.
“Don’t worry; I’m lowering the protrusion under her stomach,” Wendy declared. “Her belly won’t be any higher than it was before. I’m also putting these under her entire body. She’s been doing quite a bit of thrashing on that table, and the last time I saw her get up, it looked like her back could be hurting. I just want her to be more comfortable.”
“Oh,” Jen accepted the situation when she realized what the pillows were for.
“Thanks.” Even Maddie was willing to thank Wendy for the new comfort-focused accommodations.
“No problem; I want you to be comfortable while you’re laughing,” Wendy stated as she placed pillows under Maddie from just below her neck to her upper legs. The Tickle Mistress then lowered the protrusion, and Maddie’s body straightened out to the point where her midriff was no longer sticking up like Jen’s was. “Put some of the straps on,” she instructed her servants. “Maddie, how’s that tea working? Is your voice feeling more back to normal?”
“Yes, it is,” Maddie affirmed as the straps secured her body to the tickle table. “It helps quite a bit after laughing so much. Although I’d still prefer not to be forced to laugh.”
“I realize that,” Wendy actually seemed to be agreeing with her ticklee. “You’ve done a lot of laughing and a lot of squirming so far, and I can tell that this is really tickle torture for you. Is there any tool that I can use that will tickle, but not torture you?”
“The only times tickling hasn’t been torture for me have been rare times when Jen does it,” Maddie responded, making Jen blush. “I guess it’s because she’s tickled me enough that I have an innate trust in her to stop when she needs to. You’ve been stopping like that, but I just don’t have that same level of trust with you. I can’t think of any specific tool that won’t tickle torture me, though.”
“I understand,” Wendy glanced at Lori, who nodded. “Well, Maddie, I really do hate to say this, but I’m not done tickling you quite yet. But I’ll make you a deal. You know how to tickle Jen the best of anyone, so if you tell me how to tickle torture Jen, I’ll give you a really long break. I’m thinking half an hour break, and then only really light tickling in short durations from then on. I won’t even make you go into silent laughter like I’ve been doing.”
“What?” Jen exclaimed.
“Yeah, what?” Maddie echoed her friend.
“Wendy!” Jen gasped after Maddie offered her quick protest, earning her a judgmental glare from Lori.
“Jen!” Wendy scolded her mentee before firmly dictating, “I am a Tickle Mistress, and you will address me as such.”
“Alright,” Jen was put off by the sudden change in demeanor by the Tickle Mistress, and her initial response was submissive. “Well, Tickle Mistress Wendy, how could you make Maddie do that?”
“Yeah, I’m not giving up any weakness of Jen’s, Tickle Mistress,” Maddie backed up her friend. “I don’t care how much you tickle me or how long of a break you offer.”
“It’s simply for reference, Jen, and good luck with that, Maddie,” Wendy calmly answered both ticklees separately. She then leaned in near Maddie’s ear and said something, after which Jen’s best friend looked at her questioningly and the Tickle Mistress nodded. Although whatever Wendy said seemed to ease Maddie, the next action the Tickle Mistress took was to straddle her ticklee. Lori did the same to Jen, and Wendy announced, “Time to start tickling again. Remember, Maddie, tell me how to tickle torture Jen, and I’ll stop and give you a big break.”
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHO NEHEHEHEVEHEHEHER!” Maddie laughed hysterically as a paintbrush targeted her tickle button.
“THAHAHAHAHAT TIHIHIHICKLEHEHEHES!” Jen went back to her happy place of feeling tickles in her bellybutton, this time from a flosser.
“NOHOHOHO GEHEHEHEHET IHIHIHIHIT OHOHOHOUT!” It quickly became obvious that Maddie was not suited to handle any form of navel tickling, whether or not it was originally meant to be torture. “PLEHEHEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAHAP!”
“Tell me what I want to know, and I will,” Wendy declared. “How can Jen be tickle tortured?”
Jen tried to enjoy the tickles in her bellybutton, and her laughter reflected that desire, but Maddie’s begging laughter was distracting her. ‘I really don’t want Wendy to know that she can tickle torture me with Q-tips, but Maddie, please tell her,’ Jen’s thoughts were mixed. While part of her wanted to keep her secret safe, another part of her cared too much for Maddie to let her best friend suffer. ‘Maddie, tell her. Stop your tickle torture. I’ll be able to take it. You can’t right now. You need a break.’ However, despite wanting her best friend to tell the truth about how to tickle torture her, Jen could not bring herself to encourage it out loud.
Finally, after a solid two minutes of the paintbrush tickling her bellybutton, Maddie broke, “IHIHIHILL TEHEHEHELL YUHUHUHU! JUHUHUHUST STAHAHAHAP!”
“Very well,” Wendy removed the paintbrush from the tickle button. “Tell me the truth, or it will be worse.”
After a guilty look over to Jen, Maddie looked away from her fellow ticklee and reluctantly revealed her best friend’s weakness, “Use Q-tips… Q-tips on her belly. She can’t stand them.”
“We’ll test that, and if it works, I’ll let you out,” the Tickle Mistress responded. “Lori?”
As the two walked out of the room, Wendy patted Jen’s belly with a… comforting look on her face? Jen immediately wondered why the Tickle Mistress’ face conveyed empathy right after she had tortured her mentee’s greatest weakness out of the latter’s best friend.
“Jen, I’m so sorry,” Maddie burst into tears as she turned back to her best friend. “I… I couldn’t take…”
“Don’t worry, Maddie; I know you couldn’t take that,” Jen attempted to comfort her best friend. “I was actually hoping that you would say it, but I couldn’t bring myself to tell you to do it. I’m well aware of how ticklish your bellybutton is, and I could hear how quick Wendy was wearing you down. I’m not mad at you at all. You don’t need to apologize.”
“I’m still sorry, Jen,” Maddie apologized again, turning her teary-eyed head back away from Jen.
‘Alright, I’ve just got to psych myself up for this, and it won’t be so bad,’ Jen tried to once again convince herself that Q-tips on her tummy would not be torture. ‘Yeah, that’s right, I can take it. And if nothing else, I’ll put on a show for the first couple of minutes to get Maddie out, and then I’ll be fine afterwards.’
“Alright, Maddie, time to test and see if Jen’s as weak to Q-tips as you said she was,” Jen jumped, albeit only a tiny bit because of her bonds, when Tickle Mistress Wendy uttered the name of the tickle torture tool. “That’s a good start. Lori, you can begin. I’ll sit with Maddie here. Maddie, remember what I said.”
“Tickle, tickle, tickle, Jen!” Lori had an evil glint in her eyes as she lowered the Q-tip right into Jen’s waiting bellybutton.
“NONONONONONO GEHEHEHET IHIHIHIHIT OHOHOHOUT! GEHEHEHET IHIHIHIT OHOHOHOUT!” Jen immediately broke into pleas when the Q-tip touched down.
‘Nope, I can’t take this,’ Jen internally realized after a second of the devilish tool being in her navel. ‘It’s torture, no matter what I think beforehand.’
“Yeah, like we believe that,” Lori evilly teased Jen, who could not hear her at all. “It’s going to take more than a few seconds of begging to convince us.”
Wendy, however, was more inclined to believe the person she had tickled and never got a similar reaction from. Nevertheless, she wanted to hear the ticklee beg for a little while more before she agreed with Maddie on this being a torture tool for Jen.
Jen was more than willing to give the ticklers as much begging as they desired, not that she had any choice in the matter, “STAHAHAHAHAP WIHIHIHITH THAHAHAHAT! AHAHAHANYTHIHIHING EHEHEHELSE! NOHOHOHO MOHOHOHOHORE! GEHEHEHET THAHAHAHAHAT OHOHOHOHOUT!”
“Have you heard enough yet?” Maddie turned her tear-stained face to Wendy as she angrily questioned the Tickle Mistress. Both best friends hated seeing the other be tickle tortured by another person, and it was evident in the tone Maddie was taking. “Well, have you?”
A few more seconds of Jen suffering was enough for Wendy, and she quickly commanded, “Lori, stop tickling her! Layla, Ava, Izzy, get Maddie out.” The servants did as they were instructed, but Jen’s tickler continued tormenting the helpless button. “Lori, stop tickling her!” Wendy got up from sitting on Maddie’s tickle table and repeated her order once more, this time with a threat, “Lori, stop tickling her right now, or you’re going on what was Maddie’s table.” Jen’s tickler took one glance at the Tickle Mistress and reluctantly removed the Q-tip from the tickle button. “Off her. Now.” As Jen caught her breath, she noticed that Wendy had a very angry look on her face, and it was directed at Lori. “Give me the Q-tips.” The Tickle Mistress’ friend handed her the Q-tip that had been used to tickle Jen. “And the other ones.” Two more Q-tips changed hands before Wendy handed all the tickle tools to Layla, who had finished untying Maddie. “Keep these with you. Layla, Ava, Izzy, please escort Maddie to the dining room. Get her something to eat and drink.” Then, naming each of the other servants in the room, the Tickle Mistress instructed, “Please escort Lori to her T cart, by force if necessary. Lori, it was nice to see you, but it is time for you to go. I need to speak with Jen and Maddie alone.”
By the time everyone else had departed the room, Jen had mostly recovered from the Q-tip tickle torture, and she looked at her mentor with fear in her eyes. ‘I haven’t felt like this since I was first taken to Tickle Mistress Wendy by Pat and Katelyn,’ she recalled the last time she was this afraid of the Tickle Slave Training Academy head. ‘What’s she going to do to me?’
“Relax, Jen,” Wendy calmly stated. “There’s no more Q-tips in here. Layla has all of them.” Jen did as instructed, for the most part. She was still a little fearful of the Tickle Mistress, especially because she had snapped earlier, so some tension remained in the bound woman’s body. “Jen, I’d like to apologize. I took things too far today, especially with Maddie, and I allowed Lori to take the Q-tips too far with you. I’m also sorry that I snapped at you earlier. Lori expects people like you to call me by my title, so the fact that you did not address me as a Tickle Mistress was a big red flag for her. Still, I shouldn’t have snapped so hard at you. As for Maddie, I won’t tickle torture her like that again, and I will make sure to let her know. I had no clue that she was that ticklish and just as weak as I am to tickle torture, and I feel bad about how much I tickled her. Can you forgive me for that?”
All of the apology seemed sincere to Jen, and when Wendy picked up a fluffy feather duster, Jen let her admiration of the Tickle Mistress get the best of her. “Yes, I forgive you,” she declared. “Just please don’t torture me with Q-tips all the time.”
“I promise that I won’t; they will be reserved for times when you really deserve them,” Wendy assured her. “Knowing you, that won’t be very often, so I’ll keep them hidden and out of reach. But I will not apologize for tickling that out of Maddie. I know it was torture for her, but frankly, I was going to find out one way or another. Doing it that way made it quick and easy. I do apologize again for how long I let Lori tickle you with them; I should have forced her to stop as soon as Maddie spoke up.”
“That’s okay, I guess; I’m not sure she would have stopped if you’d said anything earlier,” Jen accepted the further apology. “And I guess you do have some connections; just please, please don’t tickle torture anything else out of Maddie. I think she’s had enough tickled out of her.”
“Yes, she has,” Wendy agreed. “And I’m having this second tickle table removed from the room as soon as I can get servants to do it. If someone gets up on one of these tummy tickling tables, I want them to have done so willingly. And there will not be any Q-tips waiting for you here. Just things like this.” The Tickle Mistress waved the feather duster in the air. “Do you want a little positive laughter before we head down to the dining room to meet up with Maddie?”
“I thought you’d never ask,” Jen smiled, and Wendy brought the feather duster down to her bare belly. Once again, the ticklee was consumed in happy laughter, “IHIHIHI LOHOHOVE THIHIHIS, WEHEHENDYHYHY! YAHAHAHAHAY!”
“I know you do,” Wendy declared as she danced the duster across the smooth skin of Jen’s stomach. “And I’m more than happy to give you it.” She tickled the torso for another minute before stopping and untying her ticklee. “I’m sure Maddie is anxiously awaiting us, so let’s head down.” With her Q-tip torment recovery aided by the feather duster, Jen hopped up off the table as soon as she was free, and Wendy led her down to the dining room.
“Thanks!” Jen accepted the glass of water from Layla as soon as it was offered.
“You’re looking energetic, Jen,” Maddie noted her best friend’s new happy state.
“I made sure to give her some tickling that she liked,” Wendy announced, and Jen nodded along in agreement. “Maddie, I’d like to apologize for how much I tickled you up there. Ava and Izzy will remove the second tummy tickling table from the room when we go to see the Queen Mistress, and the original one is for Jen only. I will not tickle torture you like that again.”
“Okay.” Not having the experience that Jen had with tickling or with Tickle Mistress Wendy, Maddie did not fully trust the Tickle Mistress’ word.
“I know I haven’t given you many reasons to trust me, so I’ll let my future actions prove that one for me,” the Tickle Mistress acknowledged Maddie’s concerns. “And I’m sure one of them will be letting you tickle me, but not right now. I’m just as weak to tickle torture as you are. For now, as long as it doesn’t involve tickling, I’ll let you two pick the activity. What do you want to do?”
“Maddie, how do board games sound?” Jen brought up the idea when Maddie looked to her for advice.
“I’d be up for that,” Maddie stated before turning to Wendy. “What do you have, Tickle Mistress Wendy?”
“Lori’s not here; drop the Tickle Mistress,” Wendy winked. “Let’s head over to the game room.”
The three headed with Layla to the game room, and Maddie found a few games that she liked. Layla stayed throughout the games, joining Tickle Mistress Wendy when she needed a partner, and everyone seemed to relax.
A little while later, Tickle Mistress Wendy received a call on her cellphone, and she directed Jen and Maddie upstairs. “Hello, Miss Jen, Miss Maddie, and Tickle Mistress Wendy,” Cammy announced, standing right inside the front door. “Queen Mistress Heather sent her car to take you three to her palace. She is ready for Maddie’s tests. Please come with me.” Jen, Maddie, and Tickle Mistress Wendy followed Cammy out to the car. On the way over to the palace, both Wendy and the servant attempted to calm Maddie’s nerves: the former massaged Maddie’s shoulders, while the latter reassured Maddie that perfection was not the expectation of the tests. Cammy also informed Maddie and reminded Jen of the proper etiquette in the throne room, specifically curtsying to the Queen Mistress. Upon arriving at the palace, Cammy took them straight to the throne room. The guards opened the door at the servant’s signal, and Maddie saw Queen Mistress Heather for the first time.
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Chapter 19: Testing Maddie, Part 4
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