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Here is part 4 of Chapter 22 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 22: Wendy's Guests, Day 3, Part 3
During the post-tickle slavery discussion, the T cart had arrived at Tickle Mistress Wendy’s home, and the three soon settled in the games room. The Tickle Cartel employees sat down at a table and collectively opted to continue their conversation over a game of cards. The host and her guests talked about their experiences and general Tickle Cartel topics until Izzy finally came into the room around 6:20 pm. “Mistress Wendy,” she hesitantly announced her presence, “it’s almost 6:30. You usually have dinner a bit earlier than this, so… I was wondering if you wanted us to get it ready?” As she finished her question, the servant’s pitch increased more than normal for an inquiry.
“You’re fine, Izzy, and yes, please prepare supper,” Wendy dismissed her nervous servant’s intrusion on the conversation. Izzy hurried off before her mistress could change her mind and give out a reprimand, and the Tickle Mistress turned to her two mentees, “I guess we were having so much fun talking that we lost track of time.” With happy expressions on their faces, the two guests concurred with nods before recommencing the conversation. The three continued to talk amongst themselves until Layla entered to notify them that supper was ready. At that, the chat paused until they reached the dining room, where it immediately resumed. Layla, Ava, and Izzy, whom Wendy had invited to the table, soon caught up and offered their own opinions. However, the earlier topic of tickle slavery never came close to being approached, even with three tickle slaves at the table.
Following dinner, the Tickle Mistress broadcasted, “Jen, Maddie, I told you earlier that we have one more store to go to, and it’s the tickle tool store. I am sure that you two are eager to get tickle tools for your apartment, so let’s not waste any more time.”
“Ooh, tickle tools,” Maddie was very intrigued, and she hopped up immediately, followed by Jen.
Around 7:45 pm, as the sun was starting to go down, the T cart arrived at its destination. “Teases and Torments,” Jen read the sign, which had already lit up.
“Your one-stop shop for all the tickle tools your heart desires,” Maddie read the lettering under the store name. “Well, shall we see if that’s true?”
“Absolutely,” Jen answered, and the group headed inside the store.
“Welcome to Teases and Torments,” a cheery employee greeted the three. “I’m Callie, and I’ll be happy to assist you in finding and testing any tools here. What tickle spot do you want to find tools for today?”
Despite a short hesitation at the nature of the question, Maddie quickly jumped in with a response, “Feet, please.” Wendy turned to her mentee with an alarmed look, shocked that she had wasted no time taking the admittedly perfect opportunity.
“And I think we know who’s got ticklish feet,” Callie grinned. “Follow me; I’ll take you over there.” Jen blocked the Tickle Mistress’ way out with wiggling fingers, and then all four took a short trek back to the foot tickling section. “Miss, please put your feet in the stocks,” the employee directed the most powerful member of her customer trio. With Maddie and Jen on either side of her, Wendy let out an audible sigh before obeying. “Now, where on these feet are you most ticklish?”
“Oh, her soles are her weak spot,” Jen jumped in, and Wendy’s shoulders dropped as she stared at her mentee in disbelief. Jen proudly smirked, and the Tickle Mistress turned her head to see that Maddie had the same smirk on her face.
“Well, rats,” the ticklee mumbled under her breath.
“That mumble and your facial expressions just told me that she probably spoke the truth,” Callie proclaimed. “I’ll go get some of our best sole tickling tools.”
“You two are so going to get it later,” Wendy promised, a hint of anger in her voice at being trapped in stocks.
“Perhaps, but you’re getting it first,” Maddie removed the ticklee’s flip flops to bare her most ticklish spot.
“First up, the most essential tickle tool combo for sensitive soles: baby oil and hairbrushes,” Wendy looked like Callie had just killed her with those words, not to mention the tools that were in her hands.
“No, no, no, no, NO!” the ticklee attempted to deny her ticklers the opportunity to torment her like this as the employee poured some baby oil on her hands.
“Now, before we get into this, I want to make sure that you know: baby oil can be almost always used for very tickly results, even without hairbrushes,” Callie declared as she pressed her oiled-up hands against the stocked soles. “As you rub in the baby oil, the skin will warm up, and it will also get a little slicker. This can work wonders for most tickling methods, even just with your hands. The slick surface allows your hands to more easily tickle, although I should warn you that you will have to wash your hands afterwards to get any remaining oil off them. However, the real calling is with hairbrushes. The hard bristles on one of these,” she held a hairbrush up so she could demonstrate, “might have a difficult time moving on unoiled soles. But after you rub the oil in…”
“STAHAHAHAHAHAP!” Wendy cried out as the hairbrush attacked her most ticklish spot. “NOHOHOHO MOHOHOHORE! IHIHIHI CAHAHANT TAHAHAKE IHIHIHIT!”
“Well, you see what happens,” Callie gestured to the helpless ticklee. “Even better, with two oiled-up soles, you can use two hairbrushes to double the torment.”
“WAHAHAIT! NOHOHOHO DOHOHOHONT YOUHUHUHU…” the Tickle Mistress began to plead as the employee held up the second hairbrush. “NAHAHAHAHA! IHIHIHI SAHAHAHAID STAHAHAHAP! IHIHIHITS TOHOHOHOO MUHUHUCH!”
“You know, she may have a point,” Callie admitted after a few minutes, but the casual smile on her face told the two other customers something else. “This may be too much for her. You should take over to see if she can handle your brushing better.”
“I couldn’t agree more,” Maddie snatched the left hairbrush and continued its tickly motions without a break.
“Might as well give it a shot,” Jen accepted the right hairbrush and resumed the tickle torment on that bare foot.
“NOHOHOHO!” Wendy let out a horrified plea. “JEHEHEHEN! MAHADDIEHEHE! DOHOHOHONT DOHOHOHO THAHAHAHAT! IHIHIHIT TIHIHICKLEHEHES SOHOHO BAHAHAHAD!”
“Ha, she thinks that’s going to stop us,” Jen chuckled at the foolish attempt by her mentor to end the tickling. And just like that, the two future Dungeon Ticklers worked on their host’s sensitive soles for another few minutes with the hairbrushes. Following a quick massage by Callie to calm down the nerves, Jen and Maddie got to test out toothbrushes on the soles. They also worked in some electric flossers on Wendy’s toes, which got lots of surprised shrieks out of the Tickle Mistress. After using feathers to give their ticklee’s toes a lighter ticklish touch, the employee announced that those were all the recommended tools for feet, and they finally let Wendy out of the stocks.
Once the Tickle Mistress was free, Jen guided her over to a conveniently placed water fountain, and the still barefoot woman recovered some of her energy. She then turned to see Maddie, Callie, and Jen standing near her, and she announced, “Maddie’s getting tickled next. Callie, please take us to the belly tickling section, and only get out bellybutton tools for this.”
“Why just bellybutton tools?” Callie immediately wondered. “We typically start with the bellybutton, but we have tools for all over the belly there.”
“Because based on your reaction to us tickling Wendy, if we tickle the rest of Maddie’s belly, you’re going to be disappointed,” Jen stepped in. “Maddie is only ticklish on her bellybutton and a tiny circle of her belly outside it. Nowhere else on her gets a reaction.”
“Alright, bellybutton tools it is,” Callie’s words confirmed Jen’s plan, although her tone indicated that she still had doubts about the veracity of the claim. With that settled, the group headed over to another section of the store, and Callie eventually directed Maddie onto a rack. Just like Wendy with the stocks, Maddie was rather reluctant to get on the rack. The Tickle Mistress fixed that hesitation, grabbing her mentee’s shoulders and giving her a gentle, yet threatening, push towards the bondage, and Maddie, after a fearful glance back to her superior, cooperated with Callie. The employee quickly bound the new ticklee and stretched her out a little before heading off to find some tools to tickle Maddie with.
“Jen, just so we’re clear, you’re not getting off easy,” Wendy promised the only lady in the group not to have been bound yet at this store. Jen shrunk back initially, but quickly returned to a neutral expression and stood up straight.
“For innie bellybuttons like Maddie’s here, there’s quite a long list of tools that can fit in and tickle,” Callie returned with a little box of tools. “Baby oil also can work to sensitize the button and the area around it, but it doesn’t have the same effect as on feet because the skin on the belly is generally too soft to avoid pain using tools like hairbrushes. So, for now, we’re just going to go in with the tools. One of my favorite tools to use on a bellybutton is an electric toothbrush.” Maddie instinctively sucked in her stomach at the sight of the tickle torture tool. “See, this is why we use racks to bind bellybutton ticklees: she can suck in her stomach, but she can’t escape the tickling. I like the toothbrush so much because you can worm it in just like this…” Again, instincts took over for the ticklee, and she squirmed in an attempt to dislodge the inactive toothbrush from her tickle button. “Once it’s inside, you turn it on, and…”
“NOHOHOHOHO NOHOHOHOT THAHAHAHAT!” Maddie screamed as the toothbrush hit the knot at the bottom of her button. “STAHAHAHAHAP NOHOHOHOW!”
“And the ticklee generally goes crazy,” Callie proudly proclaimed. “In addition to tickling at the bottom, if the toothbrush is small enough, you can twist it around to tickle the sides of the bellybutton like so.”
“HEHEHEHEY!” Maddie displayed her continued displeasure with the tickling as the toothbrush rolled around in her navel. “NOHOHO MOHOHORE! GEHEHEHET IHIHIHIT OHOHOUT!”
“Anyone else want a try?” Callie inquired, and Jen took the tickly toothbrush.
“NOHOHO JEHEHEHEN NOHOHOHO!” Maddie pleaded as Jen stuck the tool in further, making sure to hit both the bottom and as much side as she could. “STAHAHAHAP YOUHUHU JEHEHERK!”
“I’m a jerk?” The condescension on Jen’s face immediately made Maddie want to swallow her words. “Perhaps we should test out a few more… effective tools so we find out how much of a jerk I can really be.” With that, she pulled the toothbrush out and offered it to Wendy, who declined. “Callie, please continue.”
“Of course; next up, we have a flosser,” Callie got more despair out of Maddie as she held up the tipped buzzing tool. “This cannot tickle on the sides and bottom of the bellybutton simultaneously like what you were doing with the toothbrush, but its point is devastating for a tickle button.”
“NAHAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAHAP!” Maddie yelled out her laughter as the flosser targeted her navel.
“You are quite the ticklish one, aren’t you?” Callie teased as she tickle tortured the rack-bound Dungeon Tickler. “Anyone want to try this flosser on for size?”
Jen deferred to the Tickle Mistress, who gleefully took a turn with this tool. “Maddie, you’ll be calling me a jerk soon,” the new tickler promised as she grabbed the flosser once it was out of the innie. The ticklee looked at her tickler, terrified, and with an evil smile on her face, Wendy commanded, “Now, laugh.”
“GEHEHEHEHEHET IHIHIHIHIT OHOHOHOHOUT! GEHEHEHEHET IHIHIHIT OHOHOHOUT!” Maddie obeyed the order immediately. “NOHOHOHO MOHOHOHORE! WEHEHENDY PLEHEHEHEASE! DOHOHOHONT BEHEHEHE MEHEHEHEAN!”
“Nope, you were mean when you got me locked in the stocks,” the Tickle Mistress denied Maddie’s desperation. “It’s my turn to be mean now.”
After Wendy was finished wrecking Maddie with the flosser, Callie brought out another feather, which she twirled around the button to lighter laughter. She then used a Q-tip, which got an unnoticed shiver out of Jen, followed by a makeup brush, obtaining a happier ticklee in the process.
“Wait, no, put that back right now!” Fear filled Maddie’s eyes before Callie had the chance to announce the paintbrush that she had pulled out of her bag.
“I have to test everything,” the employee calmly refused. “This is a paintbrush, and while it’s not usually the go-to tickle tool for bellybuttons, we may have an exception here. Basically, the wave of bristles on the paintbrush can tickle and tease any part of the bellybutton, even multiple parts at once if they separate. It generally tickles, but not in a devastating way for everyone.”
“No, keep it AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Maddie began to beg, but she was interrupted when the paintbrush plunged into her tickle spot. Although she was not completely surprised by the tickling, she gave into pure laughter, likely to conserve her begging for when the more effective tickler or ticklers were in charge.
“Wow, this really is a great tool on her,” Callie noted as she swirled the tickly brush around. “Anyone else want a go?”
“I need to show Maddie how much of a jerk I am.” The corner of Jen’s mouth came up in a wry smile as she took the tickle tool. “Maddie, are you ready for this?”
“NOHOHOHO JEHEHEHEN STAHAHAHAP! IHIHIHIM SOHOHOHORRY!” Maddie desperately apologized as Jen tormented her tickle button. The tickler had pushed the paintbrush in fairly far, and the bristles had spread out to cover more of the innie. As Jen spun the handle, using both hands so she could do it continually, the bristles tickled all over the only ticklish spot on the ticklee. “JEHEHEHEN IHIHIHIM SOHOHOHORRY!”
“Oh, Mads, I really appreciate your apology, but I’m still going to tickle you,” Jen condescendingly declared as she continued to brush the button.
“Okay, Jen, I’d like a turn,” Wendy announced after the ticklee’s best friend had a few minutes to torment her.
“Of course, Wendy,” Jen winked at her best friend as she removed the tool and handed it over to the Tickle Mistress.
“Maddie, this is for getting me with the hairbrush and baby oil combo,” Wendy took no time lowering the paintbrush and starting to swirl it around.
“WEHEHENDY! NOHOHO MOHOHOHORE MEHEHEHEAN!” Maddie, beginning to run out of energy to form words, made her plea more compact.
“Yes, more mean,” the Tickle Mistress mocked the short form of the plea as she continued to tickle her mentee with the paintbrush. Unlike Jen, the more authoritative tickler did not splay the bristles around, instead using a concentrated tickle attack on different areas within the tickle button. She moved that concentrated tickling around the sides of the navel, but frequently slipped and hit the knot at the bottom with a devastating brushing. Soon, Maddie was relegated to pure laughter, exhausted by the tickling, and not too long after that, Wendy lifted up the paintbrush. “I think that’s all that she’s going to be able to take,” the Tickle Mistress broadcasted. “We should switch to Jen. I’ll take Maddie over to get some water, and Callie, you can tie Jen up in her place. Then I’d suggest that you go get general belly tickling tools. Jen’s entire tummy is super ticklish.”
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Chapter 22: Wendy's Guests, Day 3, Part 3
During the post-tickle slavery discussion, the T cart had arrived at Tickle Mistress Wendy’s home, and the three soon settled in the games room. The Tickle Cartel employees sat down at a table and collectively opted to continue their conversation over a game of cards. The host and her guests talked about their experiences and general Tickle Cartel topics until Izzy finally came into the room around 6:20 pm. “Mistress Wendy,” she hesitantly announced her presence, “it’s almost 6:30. You usually have dinner a bit earlier than this, so… I was wondering if you wanted us to get it ready?” As she finished her question, the servant’s pitch increased more than normal for an inquiry.
“You’re fine, Izzy, and yes, please prepare supper,” Wendy dismissed her nervous servant’s intrusion on the conversation. Izzy hurried off before her mistress could change her mind and give out a reprimand, and the Tickle Mistress turned to her two mentees, “I guess we were having so much fun talking that we lost track of time.” With happy expressions on their faces, the two guests concurred with nods before recommencing the conversation. The three continued to talk amongst themselves until Layla entered to notify them that supper was ready. At that, the chat paused until they reached the dining room, where it immediately resumed. Layla, Ava, and Izzy, whom Wendy had invited to the table, soon caught up and offered their own opinions. However, the earlier topic of tickle slavery never came close to being approached, even with three tickle slaves at the table.
Following dinner, the Tickle Mistress broadcasted, “Jen, Maddie, I told you earlier that we have one more store to go to, and it’s the tickle tool store. I am sure that you two are eager to get tickle tools for your apartment, so let’s not waste any more time.”
“Ooh, tickle tools,” Maddie was very intrigued, and she hopped up immediately, followed by Jen.
Around 7:45 pm, as the sun was starting to go down, the T cart arrived at its destination. “Teases and Torments,” Jen read the sign, which had already lit up.
“Your one-stop shop for all the tickle tools your heart desires,” Maddie read the lettering under the store name. “Well, shall we see if that’s true?”
“Absolutely,” Jen answered, and the group headed inside the store.
“Welcome to Teases and Torments,” a cheery employee greeted the three. “I’m Callie, and I’ll be happy to assist you in finding and testing any tools here. What tickle spot do you want to find tools for today?”
Despite a short hesitation at the nature of the question, Maddie quickly jumped in with a response, “Feet, please.” Wendy turned to her mentee with an alarmed look, shocked that she had wasted no time taking the admittedly perfect opportunity.
“And I think we know who’s got ticklish feet,” Callie grinned. “Follow me; I’ll take you over there.” Jen blocked the Tickle Mistress’ way out with wiggling fingers, and then all four took a short trek back to the foot tickling section. “Miss, please put your feet in the stocks,” the employee directed the most powerful member of her customer trio. With Maddie and Jen on either side of her, Wendy let out an audible sigh before obeying. “Now, where on these feet are you most ticklish?”
“Oh, her soles are her weak spot,” Jen jumped in, and Wendy’s shoulders dropped as she stared at her mentee in disbelief. Jen proudly smirked, and the Tickle Mistress turned her head to see that Maddie had the same smirk on her face.
“Well, rats,” the ticklee mumbled under her breath.
“That mumble and your facial expressions just told me that she probably spoke the truth,” Callie proclaimed. “I’ll go get some of our best sole tickling tools.”
“You two are so going to get it later,” Wendy promised, a hint of anger in her voice at being trapped in stocks.
“Perhaps, but you’re getting it first,” Maddie removed the ticklee’s flip flops to bare her most ticklish spot.
“First up, the most essential tickle tool combo for sensitive soles: baby oil and hairbrushes,” Wendy looked like Callie had just killed her with those words, not to mention the tools that were in her hands.
“No, no, no, no, NO!” the ticklee attempted to deny her ticklers the opportunity to torment her like this as the employee poured some baby oil on her hands.
“Now, before we get into this, I want to make sure that you know: baby oil can be almost always used for very tickly results, even without hairbrushes,” Callie declared as she pressed her oiled-up hands against the stocked soles. “As you rub in the baby oil, the skin will warm up, and it will also get a little slicker. This can work wonders for most tickling methods, even just with your hands. The slick surface allows your hands to more easily tickle, although I should warn you that you will have to wash your hands afterwards to get any remaining oil off them. However, the real calling is with hairbrushes. The hard bristles on one of these,” she held a hairbrush up so she could demonstrate, “might have a difficult time moving on unoiled soles. But after you rub the oil in…”
“STAHAHAHAHAHAP!” Wendy cried out as the hairbrush attacked her most ticklish spot. “NOHOHOHO MOHOHOHORE! IHIHIHI CAHAHANT TAHAHAKE IHIHIHIT!”
“Well, you see what happens,” Callie gestured to the helpless ticklee. “Even better, with two oiled-up soles, you can use two hairbrushes to double the torment.”
“WAHAHAIT! NOHOHOHO DOHOHOHONT YOUHUHUHU…” the Tickle Mistress began to plead as the employee held up the second hairbrush. “NAHAHAHAHA! IHIHIHI SAHAHAHAID STAHAHAHAP! IHIHIHITS TOHOHOHOO MUHUHUCH!”
“You know, she may have a point,” Callie admitted after a few minutes, but the casual smile on her face told the two other customers something else. “This may be too much for her. You should take over to see if she can handle your brushing better.”
“I couldn’t agree more,” Maddie snatched the left hairbrush and continued its tickly motions without a break.
“Might as well give it a shot,” Jen accepted the right hairbrush and resumed the tickle torment on that bare foot.
“NOHOHOHO!” Wendy let out a horrified plea. “JEHEHEHEN! MAHADDIEHEHE! DOHOHOHONT DOHOHOHO THAHAHAHAT! IHIHIHIT TIHIHICKLEHEHES SOHOHO BAHAHAHAD!”
“Ha, she thinks that’s going to stop us,” Jen chuckled at the foolish attempt by her mentor to end the tickling. And just like that, the two future Dungeon Ticklers worked on their host’s sensitive soles for another few minutes with the hairbrushes. Following a quick massage by Callie to calm down the nerves, Jen and Maddie got to test out toothbrushes on the soles. They also worked in some electric flossers on Wendy’s toes, which got lots of surprised shrieks out of the Tickle Mistress. After using feathers to give their ticklee’s toes a lighter ticklish touch, the employee announced that those were all the recommended tools for feet, and they finally let Wendy out of the stocks.
Once the Tickle Mistress was free, Jen guided her over to a conveniently placed water fountain, and the still barefoot woman recovered some of her energy. She then turned to see Maddie, Callie, and Jen standing near her, and she announced, “Maddie’s getting tickled next. Callie, please take us to the belly tickling section, and only get out bellybutton tools for this.”
“Why just bellybutton tools?” Callie immediately wondered. “We typically start with the bellybutton, but we have tools for all over the belly there.”
“Because based on your reaction to us tickling Wendy, if we tickle the rest of Maddie’s belly, you’re going to be disappointed,” Jen stepped in. “Maddie is only ticklish on her bellybutton and a tiny circle of her belly outside it. Nowhere else on her gets a reaction.”
“Alright, bellybutton tools it is,” Callie’s words confirmed Jen’s plan, although her tone indicated that she still had doubts about the veracity of the claim. With that settled, the group headed over to another section of the store, and Callie eventually directed Maddie onto a rack. Just like Wendy with the stocks, Maddie was rather reluctant to get on the rack. The Tickle Mistress fixed that hesitation, grabbing her mentee’s shoulders and giving her a gentle, yet threatening, push towards the bondage, and Maddie, after a fearful glance back to her superior, cooperated with Callie. The employee quickly bound the new ticklee and stretched her out a little before heading off to find some tools to tickle Maddie with.
“Jen, just so we’re clear, you’re not getting off easy,” Wendy promised the only lady in the group not to have been bound yet at this store. Jen shrunk back initially, but quickly returned to a neutral expression and stood up straight.
“For innie bellybuttons like Maddie’s here, there’s quite a long list of tools that can fit in and tickle,” Callie returned with a little box of tools. “Baby oil also can work to sensitize the button and the area around it, but it doesn’t have the same effect as on feet because the skin on the belly is generally too soft to avoid pain using tools like hairbrushes. So, for now, we’re just going to go in with the tools. One of my favorite tools to use on a bellybutton is an electric toothbrush.” Maddie instinctively sucked in her stomach at the sight of the tickle torture tool. “See, this is why we use racks to bind bellybutton ticklees: she can suck in her stomach, but she can’t escape the tickling. I like the toothbrush so much because you can worm it in just like this…” Again, instincts took over for the ticklee, and she squirmed in an attempt to dislodge the inactive toothbrush from her tickle button. “Once it’s inside, you turn it on, and…”
“NOHOHOHOHO NOHOHOHOT THAHAHAHAT!” Maddie screamed as the toothbrush hit the knot at the bottom of her button. “STAHAHAHAHAP NOHOHOHOW!”
“And the ticklee generally goes crazy,” Callie proudly proclaimed. “In addition to tickling at the bottom, if the toothbrush is small enough, you can twist it around to tickle the sides of the bellybutton like so.”
“HEHEHEHEY!” Maddie displayed her continued displeasure with the tickling as the toothbrush rolled around in her navel. “NOHOHO MOHOHORE! GEHEHEHET IHIHIHIT OHOHOUT!”
“Anyone else want a try?” Callie inquired, and Jen took the tickly toothbrush.
“NOHOHO JEHEHEHEN NOHOHOHO!” Maddie pleaded as Jen stuck the tool in further, making sure to hit both the bottom and as much side as she could. “STAHAHAHAP YOUHUHU JEHEHERK!”
“I’m a jerk?” The condescension on Jen’s face immediately made Maddie want to swallow her words. “Perhaps we should test out a few more… effective tools so we find out how much of a jerk I can really be.” With that, she pulled the toothbrush out and offered it to Wendy, who declined. “Callie, please continue.”
“Of course; next up, we have a flosser,” Callie got more despair out of Maddie as she held up the tipped buzzing tool. “This cannot tickle on the sides and bottom of the bellybutton simultaneously like what you were doing with the toothbrush, but its point is devastating for a tickle button.”
“NAHAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAHAP!” Maddie yelled out her laughter as the flosser targeted her navel.
“You are quite the ticklish one, aren’t you?” Callie teased as she tickle tortured the rack-bound Dungeon Tickler. “Anyone want to try this flosser on for size?”
Jen deferred to the Tickle Mistress, who gleefully took a turn with this tool. “Maddie, you’ll be calling me a jerk soon,” the new tickler promised as she grabbed the flosser once it was out of the innie. The ticklee looked at her tickler, terrified, and with an evil smile on her face, Wendy commanded, “Now, laugh.”
“GEHEHEHEHEHET IHIHIHIHIT OHOHOHOHOUT! GEHEHEHEHET IHIHIHIT OHOHOHOUT!” Maddie obeyed the order immediately. “NOHOHOHO MOHOHOHORE! WEHEHENDY PLEHEHEHEASE! DOHOHOHONT BEHEHEHE MEHEHEHEAN!”
“Nope, you were mean when you got me locked in the stocks,” the Tickle Mistress denied Maddie’s desperation. “It’s my turn to be mean now.”
After Wendy was finished wrecking Maddie with the flosser, Callie brought out another feather, which she twirled around the button to lighter laughter. She then used a Q-tip, which got an unnoticed shiver out of Jen, followed by a makeup brush, obtaining a happier ticklee in the process.
“Wait, no, put that back right now!” Fear filled Maddie’s eyes before Callie had the chance to announce the paintbrush that she had pulled out of her bag.
“I have to test everything,” the employee calmly refused. “This is a paintbrush, and while it’s not usually the go-to tickle tool for bellybuttons, we may have an exception here. Basically, the wave of bristles on the paintbrush can tickle and tease any part of the bellybutton, even multiple parts at once if they separate. It generally tickles, but not in a devastating way for everyone.”
“No, keep it AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Maddie began to beg, but she was interrupted when the paintbrush plunged into her tickle spot. Although she was not completely surprised by the tickling, she gave into pure laughter, likely to conserve her begging for when the more effective tickler or ticklers were in charge.
“Wow, this really is a great tool on her,” Callie noted as she swirled the tickly brush around. “Anyone else want a go?”
“I need to show Maddie how much of a jerk I am.” The corner of Jen’s mouth came up in a wry smile as she took the tickle tool. “Maddie, are you ready for this?”
“NOHOHOHO JEHEHEHEN STAHAHAHAP! IHIHIHIM SOHOHOHORRY!” Maddie desperately apologized as Jen tormented her tickle button. The tickler had pushed the paintbrush in fairly far, and the bristles had spread out to cover more of the innie. As Jen spun the handle, using both hands so she could do it continually, the bristles tickled all over the only ticklish spot on the ticklee. “JEHEHEHEN IHIHIHIM SOHOHOHORRY!”
“Oh, Mads, I really appreciate your apology, but I’m still going to tickle you,” Jen condescendingly declared as she continued to brush the button.
“Okay, Jen, I’d like a turn,” Wendy announced after the ticklee’s best friend had a few minutes to torment her.
“Of course, Wendy,” Jen winked at her best friend as she removed the tool and handed it over to the Tickle Mistress.
“Maddie, this is for getting me with the hairbrush and baby oil combo,” Wendy took no time lowering the paintbrush and starting to swirl it around.
“WEHEHENDY! NOHOHO MOHOHOHORE MEHEHEHEAN!” Maddie, beginning to run out of energy to form words, made her plea more compact.
“Yes, more mean,” the Tickle Mistress mocked the short form of the plea as she continued to tickle her mentee with the paintbrush. Unlike Jen, the more authoritative tickler did not splay the bristles around, instead using a concentrated tickle attack on different areas within the tickle button. She moved that concentrated tickling around the sides of the navel, but frequently slipped and hit the knot at the bottom with a devastating brushing. Soon, Maddie was relegated to pure laughter, exhausted by the tickling, and not too long after that, Wendy lifted up the paintbrush. “I think that’s all that she’s going to be able to take,” the Tickle Mistress broadcasted. “We should switch to Jen. I’ll take Maddie over to get some water, and Callie, you can tie Jen up in her place. Then I’d suggest that you go get general belly tickling tools. Jen’s entire tummy is super ticklish.”
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