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Here is the final part 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 8
“Tickle Mistress Wendy? Why are you in stocks, and why do you still have your nylons on?” Jen was perplexed at why her mentor was offering herself up like this.
“Well, it was just going to be me in stocks, but certain servants had to ruin that,” Wendy announced, and Fiona and Elaine backed up fearfully, apparently thinking that their mistress was mad at them. “No, not you, Fiona and Elaine. You’re the reason why I’m in the stocks in the first place, but that was because you followed my orders, and you’re not in trouble. No, I talked to my servants in the punishment dungeon, and they told me exactly what they did to the two of you. Since they were so harsh with paintbrushes and Q-tips, I thought that you two should get an equally extra ticklish lee when you tickled me.”
“Tickle Mistress, you don’t have to do this just because they tickled us, too,” Maddie stepped in to try and absolve the host of guilt.
“Jen, Maddie, I don’t let myself get tickled in nylons very often; this is an exception,” Wendy’s tone immediately ended the discussion. “You have ten minutes to tickle me out of my mind, and you can use your fingers or toothbrushes. Both are torture for me, and nothing else works that well. Now go ahead and tickle me.”
“Well, if you insist,” Maddie, naturally, was the first to accept the offer, and she picked up a toothbrush on her way over to the tied-up feet.
“Wait, is it TOHOHOHOO NOHOHOHO!” Fear filled the Tickle Mistress’ eyes when Maddie accepted her offer, and she burst out laughing when the tickling tool was turned on and thrust onto her nylon-covered soles. “MAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
“It is definitely too late to change your mind,” Jen finished Wendy’s sentence and denied the request as she made her way to her stocked mentor. “Maddie’s already got you, and it looks fun.”
“AHAHAHAHAHA!” When five of Jen’s fingernails joined in on the other sole, the ticklee lost all ability to form comprehensible words, and hysterics poured out of her mouth.
“Wow, I can’t believe she’s letting us do this!” Maddie was the first to comment on how ticklish Wendy was with the nylons on. “I mean, she really can’t take this at all.”
“Not one bit,” Jen agreed before turning to the tormented ticklee. “Hey, Ticklish Mistress, ready to tell Maddie and I how much those dresses cost? We may be inclined to go easier on you if you do.”
“That sounds like a great idea,” Maddie agreed, pushing the toothbrush deeper into the stocked and stockinged sole. “Tell us, and we might let up a little bit.”
“NAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Wendy’s words returned for a part of a response.
“Sorry, Ticklish Mistress, I couldn’t tell if you were answering us there,” Maddie teased. “Could you maybe clarify that?”
“NOHOHOHO I- AHAHAHAHAHA!” the ticklee tried very hard to answer, but she was just too ticklish to get more than those couple of words out.
“I guess we’ll just wait out the ten minutes; I’m not sure she’s going to be able to answer us,” Jen gave up on the question as she picked up two toothbrushes for Wendy’s left sole.
“I think you might be onto something,” Maddie also grabbed a second toothbrush. “Well, if she’s not going to be able to answer us anyways, let’s make this rare tickling count.”
“Couldn’t have said it better myself,” Jen turned her buzzing tickle tools on and plunged them into the arches of her target foot. At the same time, Maddie stuck her second tool in the same place on Wendy’s right foot, causing the ticklee to let out a horrified scream of laughter. Surprisingly, that screaming sound did not stop after the initial shock of the four toothbrushes wore off. The two tickling tormentors eventually decided to ease off their tickling when only one minute remained on the clock, so they took off one toothbrush each and replaced it with lightly wiggling fingers. With thirty seconds to go, the other toothbrush departed from each foot, and the two ticklers lightly teased Wendy’s nylon-covered tickle spots until the timer beeped to signal the end of the tickle session.
“Oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my,” seemed to be the only phrase the Tickle Mistress could say when she recovered from the tickle torture around five minutes after it ended. During that time, Fiona had freed her mistress from the stocks and carefully removed the stockings from her now bare feet. Elaine had also returned to the room, holding a pair of socks that would surely be used to construct a protective barrier over the tickle session’s two main targets. After repeating, “Oh my, oh my, oh my” several more times, Wendy eventually managed to regain her senses. She took her socks from her servant and covered up her bare feet before looking straight to Jen and Maddie and proclaiming, “You two really are evil ticklers. I don’t know what in the world I was thinking when I got myself stocked in nylons for being tickled by you. But, even though that was complete torture, I still hope you had fun.”
“Oh, we did,” Maddie’s eyes sparkled as she responded to the Tickle Mistress. “Let us know whenever you want us to tickle you like that again.”
“Same here,” Jen’s eyes joined Maddie’s in sparkling at the mere thought of tormenting her mentor in nylons again.
“Not gonna happen anytime soon.” As expected, the best friends’ ticklish host was in no rush to let the two at her super sensitive soles again.
“Are you sure?” Maddie asked, hope in her voice, before bursting into laughter when fear filled Wendy’s face. “Oh, I’m just kidding, Wendy. You didn’t look like you wanted to go through that again. I hope you aren’t too mad at us for tickling you out of your mind.”
“I’m not, as much as I hated that,” the Tickle Mistress recovered quickly. “I did give you permission to do just that, and it’s a mistake I won’t make twice. Now that I’ve fully paid for my errant choice, how about we move on with the night?”
“Okay, but I thought you were done with surprises,” Jen noted.
“This isn’t a surprise, per say,” Wendy declared. “You’re just going to be the ticklee now. I’m sure that you won’t mind if Maddie and I tickle you a bit. I want to make it clear that this is not a punishment or a tickle torture, just the two of us tickling you for fun.”
“Let’s do it!” Jen was more than happy to turn right back into a ticklee, and she raised her arms up in compliance. “Are you going to tie me up?”
“Well, yes, but first, Fiona will take you up to get changed,” the Tickle Mistress announced. “Even with you lifting your arms up, that shirt does a terrible job of showing off your stomach. I can barely see skin there. We need to get you back into proper tickling attire. And Maddie might also want to get changed, based on how the two of you seemed to take to your current attire.”
A few minutes later, Jen, Maddie, Fiona, and Elaine met up at the stairs again, with the two Dungeon Ticklers both having swapped out their tops for something new. Jen’s T-shirt had been replaced with a belly-baring bikini top, while Maddie was now wearing a flowery, free-flowing T-shirt in place of the dark, drab one. “We’re ready to tickle Jen, Wendy!” Maddie called out as the four reentered the tickling room. “Where do you want to tie her up?”
“Right here,” Wendy gestured to a thick pole that she was standing beside. While her two guests and two servants had been gone, the Tickle Mistress had busied herself with getting a chain down from the pole. “I’m going to chain Jen’s arms up, and then we can tickle her. By the way, I like both of your new tops.”
“Thanks!” Jen twirled on her way over, and Maddie twisted back and forth to model her shirt. “So, you just want me to stand like this and put my arms up?”
“Yep,” Wendy succinctly replied as she grasped Jen’s arm and cuffed the wrist with one of the chains. She repeated the process on the other arm before inquiring, “Jen, how does that feel?”
“A bit less restraining than what I’m used to, but they’re comfortably over my wrists,” Jen indicated that the looseness was in the fact that she could move her arms up and down and side to side.
“Oh, that’s good; I didn’t see the need to raise your arms up a ton,” the head tickler dictated. “You still can’t get them down to protect your tummy, and that’s what really counts. It’s fine that you can squirm and move around a little; we only care that you can’t stop the tickling.”
“Then they’re perfect,” Jen smiled at her two ticklers and the servants behind them. “I’m ready to start whenever the two of you are.”
“Fiona, Elaine, you are not needed now; I’ll call you if that changes,” Wendy addressed her two servants. However, Jen was more focused on the Tickle Mistress’ fingers, which had begun to wiggle in tickling motions. “Now, Jen, it…”
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA MAHAHAHADDIHIEHEHEHE!” Jen interrupted her mentor’s speech when her best friend opted to start scribbling ten fingers on her stomach. “THAHAHAHAT’S SOHOHOHO TIHIHICKLY!”
“You bet it is, ticklish Jen!” Maddie immediately jumped into teasing the more responsive ticklee.
“Don’t forget about your second tickler, Jen!” Tickle Mistress Wendy joined in on Jen’s exposed left side.
“IHIHIHI WOHOHOULD NEHEHEVEHEHER!” Jen laughed out an answer to her mentor as the new fingers entered the tickle scene. However, with newfound mobility, Jen could not help but squirm a little bit towards Maddie, whose tickling was focused on the more sensitive center of her midsection. “THIHIHIHIS IHIHIHIS THEHEHE BEHEHEHEST, YOUHUHU TWOHOHOHO!”
“I have to agree with you on that,” Maddie noted as she tickled around and inside Jen’s tickle button. “Your reactions are amazing to watch.”
“What she said,” Wendy went to work on the exposed side, squeezing it with both hands to produce lots of squirming from Jen.
“YEHEHEHEHES!” Jen’s next giggly word summed up her feelings about the tickling since it started.
From that point on, the ticklish reactions did not change for a while. Maddie and Wendy shared the sensitive stomach, both moving around to make room for the other tickler and find different tickle spots. Eventually, Maddie needed to leave to complete her obligatory phone call to her parents, so the Tickle Mistress took over the entire ticklish torso.
Following a thorough and enjoyable ticklish wrecking of her abdomen, Jen was finally freed from the chains. She got some water before she went to the living room to call her own parents. Halfway through that call, Maddie joined her on the couch and began to poke and prod Jen’s still bare belly. Before too long, it got to the point where the caller’s parents asked about what was happening, so Jen put the phone next to Maddie’s ear so the tickler could say hello to her second set of parents. Maddie continued to tickle Jen’s tummy while speaking to her best friend’s parents, and Jen dutifully held the phone to her companion’s ear the entire time. After a few minutes, Jen’s parents requested to speak to their daughter again, so Maddie finally let up on the tickling.
Once she hung up her phone, Jen pinned Maddie down and snuck her hand under the shirt for a bellybutton tickle. Maddie, knowing that she deserved the tickling, did not go after Jen this time, and the tickling ended within a minute. After all the calling and tickling, both of the best friends were fairly tired, so they informed Tickle Mistress Wendy, who had watched the entire episode from her recliner. The host called in Fiona and Elaine, who escorted the two guests to their rooms for their final night at the Tickle Mistress’ home. Already well worn out from the long day, Jen collapsed into her bed and fell asleep nearly immediately.
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Chapter 21: Wendy's Guests, Day 2, Part 8
“Tickle Mistress Wendy? Why are you in stocks, and why do you still have your nylons on?” Jen was perplexed at why her mentor was offering herself up like this.
“Well, it was just going to be me in stocks, but certain servants had to ruin that,” Wendy announced, and Fiona and Elaine backed up fearfully, apparently thinking that their mistress was mad at them. “No, not you, Fiona and Elaine. You’re the reason why I’m in the stocks in the first place, but that was because you followed my orders, and you’re not in trouble. No, I talked to my servants in the punishment dungeon, and they told me exactly what they did to the two of you. Since they were so harsh with paintbrushes and Q-tips, I thought that you two should get an equally extra ticklish lee when you tickled me.”
“Tickle Mistress, you don’t have to do this just because they tickled us, too,” Maddie stepped in to try and absolve the host of guilt.
“Jen, Maddie, I don’t let myself get tickled in nylons very often; this is an exception,” Wendy’s tone immediately ended the discussion. “You have ten minutes to tickle me out of my mind, and you can use your fingers or toothbrushes. Both are torture for me, and nothing else works that well. Now go ahead and tickle me.”
“Well, if you insist,” Maddie, naturally, was the first to accept the offer, and she picked up a toothbrush on her way over to the tied-up feet.
“Wait, is it TOHOHOHOO NOHOHOHO!” Fear filled the Tickle Mistress’ eyes when Maddie accepted her offer, and she burst out laughing when the tickling tool was turned on and thrust onto her nylon-covered soles. “MAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
“It is definitely too late to change your mind,” Jen finished Wendy’s sentence and denied the request as she made her way to her stocked mentor. “Maddie’s already got you, and it looks fun.”
“AHAHAHAHAHA!” When five of Jen’s fingernails joined in on the other sole, the ticklee lost all ability to form comprehensible words, and hysterics poured out of her mouth.
“Wow, I can’t believe she’s letting us do this!” Maddie was the first to comment on how ticklish Wendy was with the nylons on. “I mean, she really can’t take this at all.”
“Not one bit,” Jen agreed before turning to the tormented ticklee. “Hey, Ticklish Mistress, ready to tell Maddie and I how much those dresses cost? We may be inclined to go easier on you if you do.”
“That sounds like a great idea,” Maddie agreed, pushing the toothbrush deeper into the stocked and stockinged sole. “Tell us, and we might let up a little bit.”
“NAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Wendy’s words returned for a part of a response.
“Sorry, Ticklish Mistress, I couldn’t tell if you were answering us there,” Maddie teased. “Could you maybe clarify that?”
“NOHOHOHO I- AHAHAHAHAHA!” the ticklee tried very hard to answer, but she was just too ticklish to get more than those couple of words out.
“I guess we’ll just wait out the ten minutes; I’m not sure she’s going to be able to answer us,” Jen gave up on the question as she picked up two toothbrushes for Wendy’s left sole.
“I think you might be onto something,” Maddie also grabbed a second toothbrush. “Well, if she’s not going to be able to answer us anyways, let’s make this rare tickling count.”
“Couldn’t have said it better myself,” Jen turned her buzzing tickle tools on and plunged them into the arches of her target foot. At the same time, Maddie stuck her second tool in the same place on Wendy’s right foot, causing the ticklee to let out a horrified scream of laughter. Surprisingly, that screaming sound did not stop after the initial shock of the four toothbrushes wore off. The two tickling tormentors eventually decided to ease off their tickling when only one minute remained on the clock, so they took off one toothbrush each and replaced it with lightly wiggling fingers. With thirty seconds to go, the other toothbrush departed from each foot, and the two ticklers lightly teased Wendy’s nylon-covered tickle spots until the timer beeped to signal the end of the tickle session.
“Oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my,” seemed to be the only phrase the Tickle Mistress could say when she recovered from the tickle torture around five minutes after it ended. During that time, Fiona had freed her mistress from the stocks and carefully removed the stockings from her now bare feet. Elaine had also returned to the room, holding a pair of socks that would surely be used to construct a protective barrier over the tickle session’s two main targets. After repeating, “Oh my, oh my, oh my” several more times, Wendy eventually managed to regain her senses. She took her socks from her servant and covered up her bare feet before looking straight to Jen and Maddie and proclaiming, “You two really are evil ticklers. I don’t know what in the world I was thinking when I got myself stocked in nylons for being tickled by you. But, even though that was complete torture, I still hope you had fun.”
“Oh, we did,” Maddie’s eyes sparkled as she responded to the Tickle Mistress. “Let us know whenever you want us to tickle you like that again.”
“Same here,” Jen’s eyes joined Maddie’s in sparkling at the mere thought of tormenting her mentor in nylons again.
“Not gonna happen anytime soon.” As expected, the best friends’ ticklish host was in no rush to let the two at her super sensitive soles again.
“Are you sure?” Maddie asked, hope in her voice, before bursting into laughter when fear filled Wendy’s face. “Oh, I’m just kidding, Wendy. You didn’t look like you wanted to go through that again. I hope you aren’t too mad at us for tickling you out of your mind.”
“I’m not, as much as I hated that,” the Tickle Mistress recovered quickly. “I did give you permission to do just that, and it’s a mistake I won’t make twice. Now that I’ve fully paid for my errant choice, how about we move on with the night?”
“Okay, but I thought you were done with surprises,” Jen noted.
“This isn’t a surprise, per say,” Wendy declared. “You’re just going to be the ticklee now. I’m sure that you won’t mind if Maddie and I tickle you a bit. I want to make it clear that this is not a punishment or a tickle torture, just the two of us tickling you for fun.”
“Let’s do it!” Jen was more than happy to turn right back into a ticklee, and she raised her arms up in compliance. “Are you going to tie me up?”
“Well, yes, but first, Fiona will take you up to get changed,” the Tickle Mistress announced. “Even with you lifting your arms up, that shirt does a terrible job of showing off your stomach. I can barely see skin there. We need to get you back into proper tickling attire. And Maddie might also want to get changed, based on how the two of you seemed to take to your current attire.”
A few minutes later, Jen, Maddie, Fiona, and Elaine met up at the stairs again, with the two Dungeon Ticklers both having swapped out their tops for something new. Jen’s T-shirt had been replaced with a belly-baring bikini top, while Maddie was now wearing a flowery, free-flowing T-shirt in place of the dark, drab one. “We’re ready to tickle Jen, Wendy!” Maddie called out as the four reentered the tickling room. “Where do you want to tie her up?”
“Right here,” Wendy gestured to a thick pole that she was standing beside. While her two guests and two servants had been gone, the Tickle Mistress had busied herself with getting a chain down from the pole. “I’m going to chain Jen’s arms up, and then we can tickle her. By the way, I like both of your new tops.”
“Thanks!” Jen twirled on her way over, and Maddie twisted back and forth to model her shirt. “So, you just want me to stand like this and put my arms up?”
“Yep,” Wendy succinctly replied as she grasped Jen’s arm and cuffed the wrist with one of the chains. She repeated the process on the other arm before inquiring, “Jen, how does that feel?”
“A bit less restraining than what I’m used to, but they’re comfortably over my wrists,” Jen indicated that the looseness was in the fact that she could move her arms up and down and side to side.
“Oh, that’s good; I didn’t see the need to raise your arms up a ton,” the head tickler dictated. “You still can’t get them down to protect your tummy, and that’s what really counts. It’s fine that you can squirm and move around a little; we only care that you can’t stop the tickling.”
“Then they’re perfect,” Jen smiled at her two ticklers and the servants behind them. “I’m ready to start whenever the two of you are.”
“Fiona, Elaine, you are not needed now; I’ll call you if that changes,” Wendy addressed her two servants. However, Jen was more focused on the Tickle Mistress’ fingers, which had begun to wiggle in tickling motions. “Now, Jen, it…”
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA MAHAHAHADDIHIEHEHEHE!” Jen interrupted her mentor’s speech when her best friend opted to start scribbling ten fingers on her stomach. “THAHAHAHAT’S SOHOHOHO TIHIHICKLY!”
“You bet it is, ticklish Jen!” Maddie immediately jumped into teasing the more responsive ticklee.
“Don’t forget about your second tickler, Jen!” Tickle Mistress Wendy joined in on Jen’s exposed left side.
“IHIHIHI WOHOHOULD NEHEHEVEHEHER!” Jen laughed out an answer to her mentor as the new fingers entered the tickle scene. However, with newfound mobility, Jen could not help but squirm a little bit towards Maddie, whose tickling was focused on the more sensitive center of her midsection. “THIHIHIHIS IHIHIHIS THEHEHE BEHEHEHEST, YOUHUHU TWOHOHOHO!”
“I have to agree with you on that,” Maddie noted as she tickled around and inside Jen’s tickle button. “Your reactions are amazing to watch.”
“What she said,” Wendy went to work on the exposed side, squeezing it with both hands to produce lots of squirming from Jen.
“YEHEHEHEHES!” Jen’s next giggly word summed up her feelings about the tickling since it started.
From that point on, the ticklish reactions did not change for a while. Maddie and Wendy shared the sensitive stomach, both moving around to make room for the other tickler and find different tickle spots. Eventually, Maddie needed to leave to complete her obligatory phone call to her parents, so the Tickle Mistress took over the entire ticklish torso.
Following a thorough and enjoyable ticklish wrecking of her abdomen, Jen was finally freed from the chains. She got some water before she went to the living room to call her own parents. Halfway through that call, Maddie joined her on the couch and began to poke and prod Jen’s still bare belly. Before too long, it got to the point where the caller’s parents asked about what was happening, so Jen put the phone next to Maddie’s ear so the tickler could say hello to her second set of parents. Maddie continued to tickle Jen’s tummy while speaking to her best friend’s parents, and Jen dutifully held the phone to her companion’s ear the entire time. After a few minutes, Jen’s parents requested to speak to their daughter again, so Maddie finally let up on the tickling.
Once she hung up her phone, Jen pinned Maddie down and snuck her hand under the shirt for a bellybutton tickle. Maddie, knowing that she deserved the tickling, did not go after Jen this time, and the tickling ended within a minute. After all the calling and tickling, both of the best friends were fairly tired, so they informed Tickle Mistress Wendy, who had watched the entire episode from her recliner. The host called in Fiona and Elaine, who escorted the two guests to their rooms for their final night at the Tickle Mistress’ home. Already well worn out from the long day, Jen collapsed into her bed and fell asleep nearly immediately.
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