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Here is part 5 of Chapter 20 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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Chapter 20: Wendy's Guests, Day 1, Part 4
Maddie’s fingers were still tickling all over Jen’s bare belly when Wendy’s T cart made its way onto the Tickle Island half. “Hey, Maddie,” the driver declared, “you should stop tickling Jen now. I know it’s fun, but we’re at Tickle Island, so you two can start looking around for things that you want to do.”
“Alright,” Maddie disappointingly agreed, finally ceasing her tickling of Jen. Soon, Wendy released a still happily giggling Jen from her restraints. All three Tickle Cartel employees looked around as the T cart drove through the somewhat busy streets of Tickle Island. Jen and Maddie both asked Wendy about several different attractions that they saw, but after hearing what they were, decided to move onto something more exciting. After a while, they came to a sign reading, ‘Ticklish Painting Lessons!’ The two best friends looked at each other and then to their weekend host, with Maddie requesting, “Wendy, can we stop at the painting place?”
“Yep, I’ve been here before,” Wendy announced as she pulled into a parking lot. “You can either learn to paint on someone or have a professional paint on you. It’s quite fun to see a ticklee squirm from just a paintbrush and some washable paint.”
Upon hearing that she could be ticklishly painted herself, Jen thought back to the picture that Tara the tickle machine had painted on her stomach during her transport to the Tickle Cartel. Although she now knew that all of those ticklings were intended to force her into a ticklish submission, Jen could not help but paint that particular tickling in a happy light. She had loved the finished picture of the cat and kittens, as well as the light paintbrush tickles that had produced it. As she fondly recalled this memory, she made the decision that she should get another pretty picture painted on her most ticklish spot.
“Wendy, I’d like to get painted on,” she proclaimed as they walked inside the building.
“I had a feeling that you would choose that, and I had a feeling that Maddie would…” Wendy responded with a smile.
“Want to learn how to paint a ticklish picture on someone else,” Maddie finished the host’s sentence for her.
“That’s what I thought,” Wendy confirmed that she already understood the roles Jen and Maddie preferred with tickling. “I’ll join Maddie in the introduction class, and we’ll come and pick you up afterwards, Jen.” The Tickle Mistress handed Jen the money for the tickling before she led Maddie towards the class.
“Hello, I’d like to have my tummy painted,” Jen confidently requested when she got to the appropriate counter.
“Is it your most ticklish spot?” the employee at the counter asked. “We only paint on most ticklish spots, and we test them first.”
“Yes, it is,” Jen affirmed.
“Great, then that will be $10,” the employee warmly replied, and Jen handed her the money from Wendy. “Go in the first door on your right, and someone will start you off in there.”
“Thank you!” Jen politely thanked the employee before following her directions.
“Welcome; are you ready to have a picture painted on you?” another employee wondered when Jen entered the room.
“Yep!” Jen opened her arms up to expose her body.
“Great, then come sit over here; I’m going to start by testing your tickle spots,” came the instructions. “Once I figure that out, I’ll take you to another room so that one of our professional painters can paint a picture on your most ticklish spot.”
Jen sat down on a table, and ropes were tied around her wrists and ankles. They were then tied, albeit very loosely, to the corners of the table. “Alright, let’s see how ticklish you are… I’m sorry; I never asked your name?” The employee began her standard introduction to the tickling, only to have it interrupted.
“Jen,” Jen smiled as she gave the employee the information.
“Thank you; now, let’s see how ticklish you are, Jen,” the employee regained her confidence as she moved over to the other side of the table. She reached inside a bucket and grabbed a paintbrush, telling Jen, “This is our softest brush. Along with finding your most ticklish spot, I’m going to test out a few different types of brushes on you. You tell me which one you like the most, and we’ll use that one to paint the picture.”
“Okay,” Jen accepted the conditions and got ready to give out some happy laughter.
“I’ll start with your neck,” the employee declared, and Jen lifted her head to give easy access to the tickle spot. Like most ticklings before, giggles sputtered out of the ticklee’s mouth as her neck was targeted, and the employee soon moved to the armpits. These got more giggles, but nothing close to indicating that they were a most ticklish spot. The paintbrush slid down to the next spot, Jen’s ribs, and began brushing around. Since the brush was so soft, it did not actually tickle the stiff ribs very much, and Jen just continued to giggle.
Disappointed with the reactions so far, the employee moved her tickling down to Jen’s bare belly, and the laughter finally gushed out, “OHOHOHO AHAHAHA THAHAHAHAT TIHIHIHICKLEHEHES!”
“There we go,” a smile came over the tickler’s face. “Someone’s got a ticklish tummy.”
“YEHEHEHEP THAHAHAHATS MEHEHEHE!” Jen happily agreed with her tickler.
“I’ll keep that in mind, but I’ve still got some spots to test,” the employee declared as she moved down below Jen’s shorts to her knees. Almost immediately, the laughter died down to the lightest of giggles, and they stayed that way until the paintbrushes reached Jen’s feet. Slightly louder giggles came out of Jen’s mouth when her feet were tickled, but it was still quieter than any of the tickling on the upper body, aside from the ribs. “Okay, well, it looks like your belly was your most ticklish spot with this paintbrush, and I think that we got enough of a reaction to go with it. Does having this type of paintbrush tickle your belly sound alright to you?”
“You bet!” Jen excitedly responded. “That was fun!”
“Let’s head to the painting room, then,” the employee declared as she removed the restraints from Jen’s body. She proceeded to guide Jen out of the testing room through a hallway, and they soon came to a door with a large four on it. “Here we are.” The door was soon unlocked, and both women went in, immediately seeing an older woman in the room.
“Hello, is my next subject ready to be painted?” the older woman in the room questioned happily.
“Yes, Melanie, this is Jen,” the testing employee informed the painter as Jen waved. “Her belly is to be painted with the soft brush.”
“Okay, wonderful!” the artist was eager to get started. “Jen, let’s get you set up to be painted.” As Melanie guided Jen over to some bondage, the testing employee headed out of the room. “Here we are. Put your arms and legs where indicated.” Jen set herself up a human-sized slab protruding from the wall with several straps sticking out, and the artist began to bind her to the extrusion. Luckily for Jen, the slab was made of soft material, so when she pushed against it, she did not feel pain. “As you can probably see, I will be putting a bunch of restraints on you soon,” the painter warned her impending canvas. “Unfortunately, they are needed for ticklish upper bodies. There’s just too much potential for you to squirm, voluntarily or involuntarily, and mess up the painting. Because of that, I’ll have to put straps on your arms, under your armpits, your ribs, your hips, and all over your legs. You let me know if this gets uncomfortable at all, and I’ll try my best to find something that doesn’t hurt.”
“Okay,” Jen accepted the conditions. In the last several days, she had been in fairly restrictive bondage, and she was mostly fine with it. She relaxed as nylon straps steadily pressed her further and further into the comfortable extrusion, and by the time half the straps were in place, she felt like she could not move her stomach at all. However, Melanie continued the long process of restraining her, making Jen very glad that this slab did not press harshly against her. When she was finished, the painter asked Jen to squirm, and the canvas tried, but she could not move a muscle from her arms to her legs. The only things that she could move were her head and neck, her fingers, and her toes.
“How does that feel?” Melanie asked, clearly concerned for Jen’s comfort.
“I can’t move, but it doesn’t hurt or feel like it’s cutting off circulation,” Jen replied positively.
“Okay, that’s good,” the painter announced before moving on. “So, Jen, as for what you will get painted on you, there’s several categories that you can pick from. I can paint an animal, a nature scene, or a tickle tool on you. Which category would you like?”
“I’ll take animals,” Jen chose.
‘I kind of hope she can do cats and kittens like Tara did,’ Jen had her number one choice of animal in her head. ‘It’s not necessary, because I like other animals, but it would be pretty cool.’
“Alright, in animals, I can paint whales, zebras, or penguins,” Melanie gave Jen more specific options. “I do have some more if those aren’t good, or you could rechoose the category.”
“I like penguins; let’s do those,” Jen was more than happy to do a different animal than her first choice.
‘I love penguins!’ Jen exclaimed inside her mind. ‘I can’t believe I didn’t think of those. Cats and kittens would have been good, too, but this is another great option.’
“Perfect, well, unless you object, I’ll paint some emperor penguins on you,” Melanie declared as she headed over to get paintbrushes and paint.
“Those are my favorite kind of penguins,” Jen was ecstatic about getting the tallest species of the flightless bird painted on her bare belly.
“Then let’s get started,” Melanie brought all the needed colors back near Jen, and then she dipped her paintbrush in some black paint. “Alright, Jen, I just want to make sure that you know: this will tickle.”
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Chapter 20: Wendy's Guests, Day 1, Part 6
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Chapter 20: Wendy's Guests, Day 1, Part 4
Maddie’s fingers were still tickling all over Jen’s bare belly when Wendy’s T cart made its way onto the Tickle Island half. “Hey, Maddie,” the driver declared, “you should stop tickling Jen now. I know it’s fun, but we’re at Tickle Island, so you two can start looking around for things that you want to do.”
“Alright,” Maddie disappointingly agreed, finally ceasing her tickling of Jen. Soon, Wendy released a still happily giggling Jen from her restraints. All three Tickle Cartel employees looked around as the T cart drove through the somewhat busy streets of Tickle Island. Jen and Maddie both asked Wendy about several different attractions that they saw, but after hearing what they were, decided to move onto something more exciting. After a while, they came to a sign reading, ‘Ticklish Painting Lessons!’ The two best friends looked at each other and then to their weekend host, with Maddie requesting, “Wendy, can we stop at the painting place?”
“Yep, I’ve been here before,” Wendy announced as she pulled into a parking lot. “You can either learn to paint on someone or have a professional paint on you. It’s quite fun to see a ticklee squirm from just a paintbrush and some washable paint.”
Upon hearing that she could be ticklishly painted herself, Jen thought back to the picture that Tara the tickle machine had painted on her stomach during her transport to the Tickle Cartel. Although she now knew that all of those ticklings were intended to force her into a ticklish submission, Jen could not help but paint that particular tickling in a happy light. She had loved the finished picture of the cat and kittens, as well as the light paintbrush tickles that had produced it. As she fondly recalled this memory, she made the decision that she should get another pretty picture painted on her most ticklish spot.
“Wendy, I’d like to get painted on,” she proclaimed as they walked inside the building.
“I had a feeling that you would choose that, and I had a feeling that Maddie would…” Wendy responded with a smile.
“Want to learn how to paint a ticklish picture on someone else,” Maddie finished the host’s sentence for her.
“That’s what I thought,” Wendy confirmed that she already understood the roles Jen and Maddie preferred with tickling. “I’ll join Maddie in the introduction class, and we’ll come and pick you up afterwards, Jen.” The Tickle Mistress handed Jen the money for the tickling before she led Maddie towards the class.
“Hello, I’d like to have my tummy painted,” Jen confidently requested when she got to the appropriate counter.
“Is it your most ticklish spot?” the employee at the counter asked. “We only paint on most ticklish spots, and we test them first.”
“Yes, it is,” Jen affirmed.
“Great, then that will be $10,” the employee warmly replied, and Jen handed her the money from Wendy. “Go in the first door on your right, and someone will start you off in there.”
“Thank you!” Jen politely thanked the employee before following her directions.
“Welcome; are you ready to have a picture painted on you?” another employee wondered when Jen entered the room.
“Yep!” Jen opened her arms up to expose her body.
“Great, then come sit over here; I’m going to start by testing your tickle spots,” came the instructions. “Once I figure that out, I’ll take you to another room so that one of our professional painters can paint a picture on your most ticklish spot.”
Jen sat down on a table, and ropes were tied around her wrists and ankles. They were then tied, albeit very loosely, to the corners of the table. “Alright, let’s see how ticklish you are… I’m sorry; I never asked your name?” The employee began her standard introduction to the tickling, only to have it interrupted.
“Jen,” Jen smiled as she gave the employee the information.
“Thank you; now, let’s see how ticklish you are, Jen,” the employee regained her confidence as she moved over to the other side of the table. She reached inside a bucket and grabbed a paintbrush, telling Jen, “This is our softest brush. Along with finding your most ticklish spot, I’m going to test out a few different types of brushes on you. You tell me which one you like the most, and we’ll use that one to paint the picture.”
“Okay,” Jen accepted the conditions and got ready to give out some happy laughter.
“I’ll start with your neck,” the employee declared, and Jen lifted her head to give easy access to the tickle spot. Like most ticklings before, giggles sputtered out of the ticklee’s mouth as her neck was targeted, and the employee soon moved to the armpits. These got more giggles, but nothing close to indicating that they were a most ticklish spot. The paintbrush slid down to the next spot, Jen’s ribs, and began brushing around. Since the brush was so soft, it did not actually tickle the stiff ribs very much, and Jen just continued to giggle.
Disappointed with the reactions so far, the employee moved her tickling down to Jen’s bare belly, and the laughter finally gushed out, “OHOHOHO AHAHAHA THAHAHAHAT TIHIHIHICKLEHEHES!”
“There we go,” a smile came over the tickler’s face. “Someone’s got a ticklish tummy.”
“YEHEHEHEP THAHAHAHATS MEHEHEHE!” Jen happily agreed with her tickler.
“I’ll keep that in mind, but I’ve still got some spots to test,” the employee declared as she moved down below Jen’s shorts to her knees. Almost immediately, the laughter died down to the lightest of giggles, and they stayed that way until the paintbrushes reached Jen’s feet. Slightly louder giggles came out of Jen’s mouth when her feet were tickled, but it was still quieter than any of the tickling on the upper body, aside from the ribs. “Okay, well, it looks like your belly was your most ticklish spot with this paintbrush, and I think that we got enough of a reaction to go with it. Does having this type of paintbrush tickle your belly sound alright to you?”
“You bet!” Jen excitedly responded. “That was fun!”
“Let’s head to the painting room, then,” the employee declared as she removed the restraints from Jen’s body. She proceeded to guide Jen out of the testing room through a hallway, and they soon came to a door with a large four on it. “Here we are.” The door was soon unlocked, and both women went in, immediately seeing an older woman in the room.
“Hello, is my next subject ready to be painted?” the older woman in the room questioned happily.
“Yes, Melanie, this is Jen,” the testing employee informed the painter as Jen waved. “Her belly is to be painted with the soft brush.”
“Okay, wonderful!” the artist was eager to get started. “Jen, let’s get you set up to be painted.” As Melanie guided Jen over to some bondage, the testing employee headed out of the room. “Here we are. Put your arms and legs where indicated.” Jen set herself up a human-sized slab protruding from the wall with several straps sticking out, and the artist began to bind her to the extrusion. Luckily for Jen, the slab was made of soft material, so when she pushed against it, she did not feel pain. “As you can probably see, I will be putting a bunch of restraints on you soon,” the painter warned her impending canvas. “Unfortunately, they are needed for ticklish upper bodies. There’s just too much potential for you to squirm, voluntarily or involuntarily, and mess up the painting. Because of that, I’ll have to put straps on your arms, under your armpits, your ribs, your hips, and all over your legs. You let me know if this gets uncomfortable at all, and I’ll try my best to find something that doesn’t hurt.”
“Okay,” Jen accepted the conditions. In the last several days, she had been in fairly restrictive bondage, and she was mostly fine with it. She relaxed as nylon straps steadily pressed her further and further into the comfortable extrusion, and by the time half the straps were in place, she felt like she could not move her stomach at all. However, Melanie continued the long process of restraining her, making Jen very glad that this slab did not press harshly against her. When she was finished, the painter asked Jen to squirm, and the canvas tried, but she could not move a muscle from her arms to her legs. The only things that she could move were her head and neck, her fingers, and her toes.
“How does that feel?” Melanie asked, clearly concerned for Jen’s comfort.
“I can’t move, but it doesn’t hurt or feel like it’s cutting off circulation,” Jen replied positively.
“Okay, that’s good,” the painter announced before moving on. “So, Jen, as for what you will get painted on you, there’s several categories that you can pick from. I can paint an animal, a nature scene, or a tickle tool on you. Which category would you like?”
“I’ll take animals,” Jen chose.
‘I kind of hope she can do cats and kittens like Tara did,’ Jen had her number one choice of animal in her head. ‘It’s not necessary, because I like other animals, but it would be pretty cool.’
“Alright, in animals, I can paint whales, zebras, or penguins,” Melanie gave Jen more specific options. “I do have some more if those aren’t good, or you could rechoose the category.”
“I like penguins; let’s do those,” Jen was more than happy to do a different animal than her first choice.
‘I love penguins!’ Jen exclaimed inside her mind. ‘I can’t believe I didn’t think of those. Cats and kittens would have been good, too, but this is another great option.’
“Perfect, well, unless you object, I’ll paint some emperor penguins on you,” Melanie declared as she headed over to get paintbrushes and paint.
“Those are my favorite kind of penguins,” Jen was ecstatic about getting the tallest species of the flightless bird painted on her bare belly.
“Then let’s get started,” Melanie brought all the needed colors back near Jen, and then she dipped her paintbrush in some black paint. “Alright, Jen, I just want to make sure that you know: this will tickle.”
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Chapter 20: Wendy's Guests, Day 1, Part 6
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