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Here is part 8 of Chapter 21 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 21: Wendy's Guests, Day 2, Part 7
“Mistress, what would you like us to do with them?” Layla asked Tickle Mistress Wendy. As the Tickle Mistress turned her exhausted gaze to Jen and Maddie, all that Jen could think about was getting her tickle button tormented by a Q-tip.
Wendy let out a loud sigh before declaring, “Layla, Ava, Izzy, please help Jen, Maddie, and me get ready to go out to dinner. You’ll have to help clean us up from this little tickle scuffle, and then help us get dressed up.” A wave of relief came over the still bound Jen, and when she glanced at Maddie, her best friend appeared to look the same. “Please untie those two immediately, and then let’s get ready.”
“Yes, Mistress.” Even Layla seemed surprised as she helped her mistress up and led her towards her room. As instructed, Ava and Izzy released Jen and Maddie and proceeded to lead the two away from the hallway that had been filled with laughter just a few minutes before.
“You got super lucky, Jen,” Ava said what Jen was thinking as the two entered Jen’s room. “Mistress usually punishes people that tickle her, especially when she’s got nylons on. I can’t believe she gave you and Maddie a break.”
“Maybe she made reservations, and she doesn’t want us to be late,” Jen was far less hopeful as Ava sat her down to fix her hair.
“Perhaps, but you should be happy in any case,” Ava pointed out. “Now, let’s get you looking beautiful for your night out.” Jen started to feel better once her hair was done, and then the servant helped her get out her outer layer of clothes for the evening outing: the new dress, a pair of nylons, and some fancy-looking sandals.
When Jen was all dressed up, Ava gave her an appreciative once-over and then led her to the living room. Soon after, Maddie came in her own dress, and the two exchanged numerous compliments, as well as ticklish pokes on the skin their dresses left exposed. Wendy took a little bit longer to recover from her more intense tickling and to get ready, but she looked regal when she came down. For this outing, the Tickle Mistress had chosen the dress which exposed most of the right side of her upper body, from her ribs down to her hip. Jen and Maddie insisted that their host model the dress, and from this, they learned that her right armpit and the skin slightly down the bottom of her arm were also exposed. “Are we ready to go now?” Wendy finally asked after everyone had a quick chance to test the exposed tickle spots on the dresses.
“Yes, Tickle Mistress!” Jen and Maddie were both pumped up for showing off their new dresses, even if it was just for a meal.
“We’ll be back after dinner,” the Tickle Mistress informed her servants that they would not be needed for this trip out, and then the three fancy-looking ladies headed to the T cart.
Despite Jen and Maddie having a good idea of where they were going, their driver still required the blindfolds and restraints for the ride over. This initially made the two think that they would be punished for the tickling that they did not do, but Wendy simply chatted with them instead, picking up their earlier conversation.
After a rather short drive, Jen and Maddie were released from their wrist restraints, and they removed the blindfolds from over their eyes. “Welcome to the day’s final surprise!” Wendy proclaimed as the three carefully got out of the T cart.
“Chuckling Cuisine,” Jen read the elegantly crafted letters on top of the restaurant. Even though she had not stepped foot in the restaurant yet, Jen could already tell that this was going to be an expensive meal: the design of the exterior screamed fancy.
“Yes, it is one of my favorite places to go for a really nice night out,” Wendy’s voice had changed slightly, taking on a higher-class tone. “Let’s go in; I’ve got reservations for us.”
Jen’s initial assessment of the place was correct, and she and Maddie were both shocked at the prices on the limited-selection menu. The Tickle Mistress had been looking for an amusing reaction from the two, and after they looked at the menu, they gave her the perfect one. Seeing this, Wendy giggled lightly and declared, “You two need not worry about the price. I know you may have expected this, but I am paying, so you just get whatever you want. Oh, and just so you’re not surprised, this menu has all five courses of our meal on it. If it’s alright with you, I was planning to order the same courses for everyone.” Jen and Maddie agreed with this, and they were soon able to find a meal that they would enjoy. Wendy, who was fairly amenable to most of what Chuckling Cuisine offered, liked what her two guests had picked, so she ordered for the entire table when their waitress came.
After Wendy ordered, Jen and Maddie began to take in the scene at Chuckling Cuisine. There was a stage to the right of their table, highlighted by a piano and some stringed instruments playing a quiet ambient tune. Also on the stage, a bikini-clad tickle slave was being feathered on her tummy and armpits, which were apparently not the most ticklish spots on her body, since her giggles were about the same volume as the music. Aside from the live music and tickling, the décor further confirmed that this was a high-class restaurant, and the guests were soon focusing their attention on the beautiful artwork decorating the walls.
Once the group had finished their salads, there was a lull in the meal as they waited for their next course to be served. Wendy took this opportunity to speak up about the earlier tickling incident. Changing her countenance to a more serious look, the Tickle Mistress questioned, “Jen, Maddie, which of my servants were involved in tickling me earlier?”
“What?” Not convinced that Layla and the others would not punish her and Maddie for speaking up, Jen feigned confusion at the inquiry.
“I want to know which of my servants tickled me after we got back from our pedicures,” Wendy reiterated her request.
“Um, none of them; we did that,” Maddie’s voice wavered slightly as she repeated the answer that the servants had tickle tortured into the two.
“No, you did not,” Wendy denied, putting a hand up when Jen opened her mouth to restate the lie. “And before you protest and say that you did, I’ll tell you how I know that you’re innocent. First off, the reasoning behind how Layla and the others tied me down was absurd. After heading out for a minute in response to a knock at the door, she told me that the two of you had gotten your dresses on and wanted me to see you right away. She also said that you wanted me blindfolded so I wouldn’t accidentally see one of you first. Now, I could believe that scenario, but I thought it sure was convenient that I had just gotten my nylons on when this happened. So then I headed over there, and someone surprised me by pushing me and Layla to the ground and presumably tying us both up. Layla acted like she was putting up a fight, but then I felt toothbrushes tickling my feet, and she seemed to disappear after that. Basically, that whole scene started to raise my suspicions.
“But what happened later just confirmed it,” Wendy moved on to what truly convinced her that the tickling was set up and delivered by her servants. “When I was being tickled, supposedly by you two, I did not hear a single tickling tease. You two have become rather accustomed to doing that, and the only good explanation for the absence of such teasing was that my tickler or ticklers did not want me to hear them. Also, eventually, I was getting so exhausted from the tickles that I told my ticklers that I’d do anything if they would just stop. During the pedicure, you were rather insistent on getting the price of those dresses out of me. I figured that if you two had been tickling me, you’d ask me that. There’s no guarantee that I would give you the answer, but I’m fairly sure that the question would have arisen. As you know, I got nothing except more tickling. At that point, I was convinced that you were not behind the tickling.
“As for why I accepted your confession, I was exhausted,” the Tickle Mistress explained her reasoning behind her actions after she was freed. “I was fairly sure that my servants had done something to you to make you take credit, and I did not want to incur their wrath for all three of us right then. But I knew, even then, that you had not been tickling me. So, I ask again: who all was involved in tickling me?”
“Well, I think all five of them tickled you at points: Layla, Ava, Izzy, Brandy, and Sasha,” Jen named the servants who had taken turns tickling the three. At this point, there was no denying that Wendy figured out the servants’ plot on her own, so there was no point in Jen holding onto the lie.
“You think?” the Tickle Mistress wanted a more definitive statement.
“Yes, we think,” Maddie jumped in. “I know they were all involved in the plot, but we were in a separate room for most of it. They were tickling us to get us to agree to take credit for tickling you, and they all left the room at times. I figure that was when they were tickling you, but neither of us know for sure.”
“That makes sense, and the fact that they were all involved is enough,” Wendy dictated. “I will make it clear that I found this out while they were tickling me, and all five of them will be punished for tickling all of us. In fact, I might as well get their punishments started now.” Taking out her phone, the Tickle Mistress called her home, “Molly, get Layla, Ava, Izzy, Brandy, and Sasha in the servant dungeon immediately. When they all arrive, put the phone on speaker.” A few minutes later, the homeowner nodded her head a few times, presumably acknowledging the servants’ presences, before proclaiming, “You five are to be punished for five hours each for tickling me and my guests earlier. I gave you specific instructions, and you ignored them. And I want to make it clear that I figured this out while you were still tickling me. You tried your best to tickle like Jen and Maddie, but you failed. They only confirmed my side of the story after I explained how it could not have been them. No, Layla, be quiet. Molly, Layla is to be tickled an extra half hour for that. Understand, everyone? Good; I’ll come visit you when I get back. If you’re nice, I may defer some of your punishment until tomorrow. Molly, send Fiona and Elaine down to the front door once they wake up. I want them there when we get back from dinner. Thank you. Goodbye.”
“Wow, five hours?” Jen was a bit shocked at the length of the punishment that each servant received.
“It sounds harsh, but this isn’t the first time they’ve tried to tickle torture me and blame it on someone else,” Wendy declared. “Each time they’ve done it, I’ve increased the punishment time, and they’ve gotten more reluctant. But, if the circumstances present themselves perfectly, my servants will still throw caution to the wind off and on. Layla especially. I’m actually somewhat glad that she spoke up; I know she was the ringleader, so I was going to increase her punishment when I got back anyways. But this punishment should take away any motivation that they have to tickle torture you later, especially since they know that I’m not fooled by their tricks.”
“That’s a bit of a relief; they said that they’d tickle torture us with paintbrushes and Q-tips if we told you the truth about this,” Maddie notified Wendy of the threat that she and Jen had received.
“They will not do that,” Wendy stated determinedly. “For starters, you did not inform me; I already knew. And sometime soon, they will know that for sure. Secondly, I’ll make it clear that any further tickle torture that they dole out, unless I specifically approve it, will result in more punishment for them. It’s been my experience that they always follow direct orders to a T right after they’ve been punished for disobeying.”
“Good,” Jen smiled. “Thanks, Wendy.”
“You’re welcome, but don’t think this means you’re getting out of your morning tickles,” the Tickle Mistress turned the conversation to a happier subject. “I did approve that, so you’ll still be laughing before breakfast.” With no more deception about the servant-initiated tickle torture, the table’s mood returned to what it was before the tickling was brought up.
The main course and dessert were filled with lighthearted conversation, and they passed by very quickly. After paying for the expensive meal, the Tickle Mistress led her guests back to the T cart and questioned, “Do you two have anything that you’d like to do before we head back to my place for the night?”
“Nope, it sure was fun to go out and show this dress off, but I’m starting to get tired,” Jen announced, and Maddie gave a concurring response.
“Alright, well, you two can take a nap on the way back; I’ve got something planned for the rest of the evening,” Wendy declared as she drove out of Chuckling Cuisine’s parking lot.
Upon returning to Tickle Mistress Wendy’s home, the group was greeted by Fiona and Elaine, as expected. The mistress of the house had the two servants take her guests to their rooms to change out of their dresses into more casual outfits, and then she headed to the servant punishment dungeon, as promised.
“Miss Jen, how was your dinner?” Fiona wondered once she and Jen were in the latter’s room.
“It was wonderful; thanks for asking, Fiona,” Jen replied as the servant helped her out of the dress. “How was your night here?”
“Elaine and I watched TV after we woke up and ate; Mistress Wendy lets us do that when we’re not needed,” Fiona seemed rather happy to answer. “It’s pretty nice being a servant here, so long as you stay on Mistress’ good side.”
“Good.” After the punishment was issued to the other servants, Jen really was not sure what to expect out of her question. Her dress soon came off, and she looked around to see that her old clothes were not sitting on the bed. “Fiona, what are these clothes?”
“Mistress wanted you to put them on for now; she never told me why,” Fiona responded.
“Well, okay,” Jen felt a little awkward as she picked up a dark brown T-shirt and slipped it on. After nearly constantly baring her belly over the last few weeks, it felt odd to have her most ticklish spot covered. She also put on the dark blue sweats that the Tickle Mistress had left her, along with matching dark blue socks. Looking at herself in the mirror, the future Dungeon Tickler was not convinced that the clothes matched, but if her host wanted her to wear this, she really did not have a choice.
“You look good, Jen,” Fiona reassured the guest. “Mistress wanted me to take you downstairs once you were dressed.”
Jen and Maddie met near the stairs, and apparently, Wendy had gotten them matching clothes. Just like when Jen was alone, they both looked at the clothes and were not sure how well they matched, but they headed downstairs anyways.
“Welcome, and sorry that those don’t match perfectly,” the Tickle Mistress greeted the two as they entered a room that was apparently meant for tickling. “It’s time for me to pay my dues to the two of you for earlier transgressions.” Jen and Maddie stepped back in shock as a light turned on, revealing that their host was locked in stocks, with her nylons still on.
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“Mistress, what would you like us to do with them?” Layla asked Tickle Mistress Wendy. As the Tickle Mistress turned her exhausted gaze to Jen and Maddie, all that Jen could think about was getting her tickle button tormented by a Q-tip.
Wendy let out a loud sigh before declaring, “Layla, Ava, Izzy, please help Jen, Maddie, and me get ready to go out to dinner. You’ll have to help clean us up from this little tickle scuffle, and then help us get dressed up.” A wave of relief came over the still bound Jen, and when she glanced at Maddie, her best friend appeared to look the same. “Please untie those two immediately, and then let’s get ready.”
“Yes, Mistress.” Even Layla seemed surprised as she helped her mistress up and led her towards her room. As instructed, Ava and Izzy released Jen and Maddie and proceeded to lead the two away from the hallway that had been filled with laughter just a few minutes before.
“You got super lucky, Jen,” Ava said what Jen was thinking as the two entered Jen’s room. “Mistress usually punishes people that tickle her, especially when she’s got nylons on. I can’t believe she gave you and Maddie a break.”
“Maybe she made reservations, and she doesn’t want us to be late,” Jen was far less hopeful as Ava sat her down to fix her hair.
“Perhaps, but you should be happy in any case,” Ava pointed out. “Now, let’s get you looking beautiful for your night out.” Jen started to feel better once her hair was done, and then the servant helped her get out her outer layer of clothes for the evening outing: the new dress, a pair of nylons, and some fancy-looking sandals.
When Jen was all dressed up, Ava gave her an appreciative once-over and then led her to the living room. Soon after, Maddie came in her own dress, and the two exchanged numerous compliments, as well as ticklish pokes on the skin their dresses left exposed. Wendy took a little bit longer to recover from her more intense tickling and to get ready, but she looked regal when she came down. For this outing, the Tickle Mistress had chosen the dress which exposed most of the right side of her upper body, from her ribs down to her hip. Jen and Maddie insisted that their host model the dress, and from this, they learned that her right armpit and the skin slightly down the bottom of her arm were also exposed. “Are we ready to go now?” Wendy finally asked after everyone had a quick chance to test the exposed tickle spots on the dresses.
“Yes, Tickle Mistress!” Jen and Maddie were both pumped up for showing off their new dresses, even if it was just for a meal.
“We’ll be back after dinner,” the Tickle Mistress informed her servants that they would not be needed for this trip out, and then the three fancy-looking ladies headed to the T cart.
Despite Jen and Maddie having a good idea of where they were going, their driver still required the blindfolds and restraints for the ride over. This initially made the two think that they would be punished for the tickling that they did not do, but Wendy simply chatted with them instead, picking up their earlier conversation.
After a rather short drive, Jen and Maddie were released from their wrist restraints, and they removed the blindfolds from over their eyes. “Welcome to the day’s final surprise!” Wendy proclaimed as the three carefully got out of the T cart.
“Chuckling Cuisine,” Jen read the elegantly crafted letters on top of the restaurant. Even though she had not stepped foot in the restaurant yet, Jen could already tell that this was going to be an expensive meal: the design of the exterior screamed fancy.
“Yes, it is one of my favorite places to go for a really nice night out,” Wendy’s voice had changed slightly, taking on a higher-class tone. “Let’s go in; I’ve got reservations for us.”
Jen’s initial assessment of the place was correct, and she and Maddie were both shocked at the prices on the limited-selection menu. The Tickle Mistress had been looking for an amusing reaction from the two, and after they looked at the menu, they gave her the perfect one. Seeing this, Wendy giggled lightly and declared, “You two need not worry about the price. I know you may have expected this, but I am paying, so you just get whatever you want. Oh, and just so you’re not surprised, this menu has all five courses of our meal on it. If it’s alright with you, I was planning to order the same courses for everyone.” Jen and Maddie agreed with this, and they were soon able to find a meal that they would enjoy. Wendy, who was fairly amenable to most of what Chuckling Cuisine offered, liked what her two guests had picked, so she ordered for the entire table when their waitress came.
After Wendy ordered, Jen and Maddie began to take in the scene at Chuckling Cuisine. There was a stage to the right of their table, highlighted by a piano and some stringed instruments playing a quiet ambient tune. Also on the stage, a bikini-clad tickle slave was being feathered on her tummy and armpits, which were apparently not the most ticklish spots on her body, since her giggles were about the same volume as the music. Aside from the live music and tickling, the décor further confirmed that this was a high-class restaurant, and the guests were soon focusing their attention on the beautiful artwork decorating the walls.
Once the group had finished their salads, there was a lull in the meal as they waited for their next course to be served. Wendy took this opportunity to speak up about the earlier tickling incident. Changing her countenance to a more serious look, the Tickle Mistress questioned, “Jen, Maddie, which of my servants were involved in tickling me earlier?”
“What?” Not convinced that Layla and the others would not punish her and Maddie for speaking up, Jen feigned confusion at the inquiry.
“I want to know which of my servants tickled me after we got back from our pedicures,” Wendy reiterated her request.
“Um, none of them; we did that,” Maddie’s voice wavered slightly as she repeated the answer that the servants had tickle tortured into the two.
“No, you did not,” Wendy denied, putting a hand up when Jen opened her mouth to restate the lie. “And before you protest and say that you did, I’ll tell you how I know that you’re innocent. First off, the reasoning behind how Layla and the others tied me down was absurd. After heading out for a minute in response to a knock at the door, she told me that the two of you had gotten your dresses on and wanted me to see you right away. She also said that you wanted me blindfolded so I wouldn’t accidentally see one of you first. Now, I could believe that scenario, but I thought it sure was convenient that I had just gotten my nylons on when this happened. So then I headed over there, and someone surprised me by pushing me and Layla to the ground and presumably tying us both up. Layla acted like she was putting up a fight, but then I felt toothbrushes tickling my feet, and she seemed to disappear after that. Basically, that whole scene started to raise my suspicions.
“But what happened later just confirmed it,” Wendy moved on to what truly convinced her that the tickling was set up and delivered by her servants. “When I was being tickled, supposedly by you two, I did not hear a single tickling tease. You two have become rather accustomed to doing that, and the only good explanation for the absence of such teasing was that my tickler or ticklers did not want me to hear them. Also, eventually, I was getting so exhausted from the tickles that I told my ticklers that I’d do anything if they would just stop. During the pedicure, you were rather insistent on getting the price of those dresses out of me. I figured that if you two had been tickling me, you’d ask me that. There’s no guarantee that I would give you the answer, but I’m fairly sure that the question would have arisen. As you know, I got nothing except more tickling. At that point, I was convinced that you were not behind the tickling.
“As for why I accepted your confession, I was exhausted,” the Tickle Mistress explained her reasoning behind her actions after she was freed. “I was fairly sure that my servants had done something to you to make you take credit, and I did not want to incur their wrath for all three of us right then. But I knew, even then, that you had not been tickling me. So, I ask again: who all was involved in tickling me?”
“Well, I think all five of them tickled you at points: Layla, Ava, Izzy, Brandy, and Sasha,” Jen named the servants who had taken turns tickling the three. At this point, there was no denying that Wendy figured out the servants’ plot on her own, so there was no point in Jen holding onto the lie.
“You think?” the Tickle Mistress wanted a more definitive statement.
“Yes, we think,” Maddie jumped in. “I know they were all involved in the plot, but we were in a separate room for most of it. They were tickling us to get us to agree to take credit for tickling you, and they all left the room at times. I figure that was when they were tickling you, but neither of us know for sure.”
“That makes sense, and the fact that they were all involved is enough,” Wendy dictated. “I will make it clear that I found this out while they were tickling me, and all five of them will be punished for tickling all of us. In fact, I might as well get their punishments started now.” Taking out her phone, the Tickle Mistress called her home, “Molly, get Layla, Ava, Izzy, Brandy, and Sasha in the servant dungeon immediately. When they all arrive, put the phone on speaker.” A few minutes later, the homeowner nodded her head a few times, presumably acknowledging the servants’ presences, before proclaiming, “You five are to be punished for five hours each for tickling me and my guests earlier. I gave you specific instructions, and you ignored them. And I want to make it clear that I figured this out while you were still tickling me. You tried your best to tickle like Jen and Maddie, but you failed. They only confirmed my side of the story after I explained how it could not have been them. No, Layla, be quiet. Molly, Layla is to be tickled an extra half hour for that. Understand, everyone? Good; I’ll come visit you when I get back. If you’re nice, I may defer some of your punishment until tomorrow. Molly, send Fiona and Elaine down to the front door once they wake up. I want them there when we get back from dinner. Thank you. Goodbye.”
“Wow, five hours?” Jen was a bit shocked at the length of the punishment that each servant received.
“It sounds harsh, but this isn’t the first time they’ve tried to tickle torture me and blame it on someone else,” Wendy declared. “Each time they’ve done it, I’ve increased the punishment time, and they’ve gotten more reluctant. But, if the circumstances present themselves perfectly, my servants will still throw caution to the wind off and on. Layla especially. I’m actually somewhat glad that she spoke up; I know she was the ringleader, so I was going to increase her punishment when I got back anyways. But this punishment should take away any motivation that they have to tickle torture you later, especially since they know that I’m not fooled by their tricks.”
“That’s a bit of a relief; they said that they’d tickle torture us with paintbrushes and Q-tips if we told you the truth about this,” Maddie notified Wendy of the threat that she and Jen had received.
“They will not do that,” Wendy stated determinedly. “For starters, you did not inform me; I already knew. And sometime soon, they will know that for sure. Secondly, I’ll make it clear that any further tickle torture that they dole out, unless I specifically approve it, will result in more punishment for them. It’s been my experience that they always follow direct orders to a T right after they’ve been punished for disobeying.”
“Good,” Jen smiled. “Thanks, Wendy.”
“You’re welcome, but don’t think this means you’re getting out of your morning tickles,” the Tickle Mistress turned the conversation to a happier subject. “I did approve that, so you’ll still be laughing before breakfast.” With no more deception about the servant-initiated tickle torture, the table’s mood returned to what it was before the tickling was brought up.
The main course and dessert were filled with lighthearted conversation, and they passed by very quickly. After paying for the expensive meal, the Tickle Mistress led her guests back to the T cart and questioned, “Do you two have anything that you’d like to do before we head back to my place for the night?”
“Nope, it sure was fun to go out and show this dress off, but I’m starting to get tired,” Jen announced, and Maddie gave a concurring response.
“Alright, well, you two can take a nap on the way back; I’ve got something planned for the rest of the evening,” Wendy declared as she drove out of Chuckling Cuisine’s parking lot.
Upon returning to Tickle Mistress Wendy’s home, the group was greeted by Fiona and Elaine, as expected. The mistress of the house had the two servants take her guests to their rooms to change out of their dresses into more casual outfits, and then she headed to the servant punishment dungeon, as promised.
“Miss Jen, how was your dinner?” Fiona wondered once she and Jen were in the latter’s room.
“It was wonderful; thanks for asking, Fiona,” Jen replied as the servant helped her out of the dress. “How was your night here?”
“Elaine and I watched TV after we woke up and ate; Mistress Wendy lets us do that when we’re not needed,” Fiona seemed rather happy to answer. “It’s pretty nice being a servant here, so long as you stay on Mistress’ good side.”
“Good.” After the punishment was issued to the other servants, Jen really was not sure what to expect out of her question. Her dress soon came off, and she looked around to see that her old clothes were not sitting on the bed. “Fiona, what are these clothes?”
“Mistress wanted you to put them on for now; she never told me why,” Fiona responded.
“Well, okay,” Jen felt a little awkward as she picked up a dark brown T-shirt and slipped it on. After nearly constantly baring her belly over the last few weeks, it felt odd to have her most ticklish spot covered. She also put on the dark blue sweats that the Tickle Mistress had left her, along with matching dark blue socks. Looking at herself in the mirror, the future Dungeon Tickler was not convinced that the clothes matched, but if her host wanted her to wear this, she really did not have a choice.
“You look good, Jen,” Fiona reassured the guest. “Mistress wanted me to take you downstairs once you were dressed.”
Jen and Maddie met near the stairs, and apparently, Wendy had gotten them matching clothes. Just like when Jen was alone, they both looked at the clothes and were not sure how well they matched, but they headed downstairs anyways.
“Welcome, and sorry that those don’t match perfectly,” the Tickle Mistress greeted the two as they entered a room that was apparently meant for tickling. “It’s time for me to pay my dues to the two of you for earlier transgressions.” Jen and Maddie stepped back in shock as a light turned on, revealing that their host was locked in stocks, with her nylons still on.
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