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For the people who were waiting a long time for this, I'm sorry that it took so long. Life's gotten pretty busy lately, and I haven't had as much time to put into writing this story.
Anyways, I finished Chapter 4, which I have divided into four parts. Here is part 1. Please let me know what you think of it!
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Chapter 3: Finding Jen’s Skill, Part 3
In the morning, Jen woke up at around 7:30. Observing her room, she took a quick shower before putting on the outfit Wendy had bought for her yesterday: a crop top with shorts. ‘At least it’s quite a bit more coverage than I got while they said I was a tickle slave,’ she thought to herself. ‘It still wouldn’t be enough to dissuade Maddie from tickling me, though. To her, unless my outfit leaves no chance of any part of my belly being seen, it’s an outfit worth tickling me in.’ The thoughts of her best friend brought a wide smile to Jen’s face as she went downstairs and got breakfast. Following the meal, Jen returned to her room and gathered her things, preparing for her new mentor to return.
As promised, Wendy called Jen at around 8:50 and showed up at the room around five minutes later, bearing a large smile. “That outfit looks great on you, Jen!” she happily announced. “The Queen Mistress will love it.”
“Thanks,” Jen shyly replied. “So, what are we going to do?”
“It’s up to you; do you have anything in particular you want to do?” Wendy questioned.
“I don’t know,” Jen answered. “I don’t really know of much to do around here.”
“Well, this is Tickle Island,” Wendy stated. “I could always just tickle you.”
“No, not right now,” Jen responded. “I guess I’d like to tickle someone’s belly again. But this time, I think I want to tickle someone who’s expecting it, not like yesterday.”
“We can do that,” Wendy affirmed. “I’ll drive you over to one of the racks in the Tickle Island half, and we can tickle someone there.” The two headed outside into the T cart, and Wendy drove them to the Tickle Island half of the island. This time, they drove to a rack, much closer to the Tickle Cartel half than the stocks from the previous day had been, where there was a larger crowd. “The mornings typically attract more people to the racks and stocks because there’s more people at other attractions. I think we’ll still be able to get in rather easily, though. Another reason there is more of a crowd is that the stocks and racks are at full capacity, typically four people locked in each. Also, people tend to hang around their friends, and they are usually very generous with letting others tickle their friends. Let’s go on and head over there.” The two Tickle Cartel employees then exited the T cart and walked to the rack.
Upon their arrival, Jen and Wendy saw that there were four girls tied up on the rack, all with multiple ticklers tormenting them. The three teenage girls on the rack wore nothing more than bikinis, while the last victim had a crop top and shorts on. Additionally, most of the ticklers would have been just as vulnerable if they were to switch places with their victims. Only a couple had their bellies covered; all others exposed them with either a bikini or crop top. Upon noticing Jen and Wendy, one of the bikini-clad ticklers addressed the two, “Hey, do you want to tickle one of our friends? Chassy here’s got a really ticklish bellybutton, Emma’s weak spot is her sides, and Brenda’s just super sensitive all over her stomach. We’d be happy to move spots to let you get their weak spots.”
“I could tickle Chassy’s bellybutton for you,” Jen volunteered, and the girl who had been talking to them moved to Chassy’s ribs to make room for the new tickler.
“I haven’t gotten a ticklish side in a while; I’ll take Emma’s right,” Wendy stated, causing the girl who had been tickling there to move down and tickle Emma’s bare right foot. This let the tickler that had been tickling both of Emma’s feet focus on the left.
“Now let’s see just how ticklish this bellybutton of yours is, Chassy,” Jen teased her new victim as she gave a few experimental pokes into the teen’s navel. “Ooh, very ticklish, I see. Then this method should work quite well.” Jen stuck her pointer finger into the bellybutton and began twisting it around, and the effect was instantaneous. The squeals that had been elicited when Jen had experimentally poked Chassy turned into roaring and helpless laughter at the torment of the ticklee’s most ticklish spot. “I knew it would work. Chassy’s just a really ticklish ticklee, aren’t you?”
“That’s so cool; I’ve never seen Chassy laugh so hard before,” her friend proclaimed to Jen. “You’re a really good tickler. What exactly are you doing? I’d like to use it on her in the future.”
“I put my finger in her bellybutton, and I’m just twisting it around,” Jen explained “It is a very effective tactic on any bare bellybutton that’s fairly ticklish.”
“Cool; hey, Chassy, when we get back, I’ll use this as punishment for when you lose tickle fights,” her friend joined in on the teasing. “I might even have to use it to get you to surrender in tickle fights.” At this, she turned back to Jen. “Thanks so much for teaching me that; her bellybutton will never be safe from me again. By the way, my name’s Emmy; what’s yours?”
“I’m Jen,” Jen answered. “If you don’t mind me asking, what brings you and your friends to Tickle Island, Emmy?”
“It’s our first college spring break!” Emmy excitedly announced, drawing some cheers from the crowd of teens. “We all grew up around each other, and our parents said they would take us anywhere we wanted to go for this spring break. This seemed like a good place to bond and smile, so we decided to come here.”
“That was a great idea,” Jen commented. “I’m sure you’ll all be smiling by the time you leave here, and I think you’ll have a great time. I’ve got to ask, though: how did this ticklish one end up on the rack?”
“Well, we’re all taking turns on the rack or in the stocks, whatever fits our most ticklish spots best,” Emmy told Jen. “Just part of the fun. Hey, do you want any tools to tickle Chassy with? From my experience, it gets pretty tiring just tickling with fingers.”
“If you have an electric toothbrush, I’ll use that,” Jen suggested, prompting Emmy to look around.
“I’ve never used an electric toothbrush to tickle before, but it looks like the people who brought our friends here thought it might be useful,” Emmy got up with an electric toothbrush in her hand. “They put a few down here, under the rack. Could you show me how to use it?”
“Of course, I’d be glad to,” Jen agreed as Emmy handed her the toothbrush. “The best way to start is by not getting it into the bellybutton right away but going along the edge like this.” Jen turned the toothbrush on and placed it on the ticklish tummy. She moved the tool in circles around the rack, occasionally touching the side of the tickle spots and eliciting a loud squeal from her ticklee. “When you are satisfied with that, focus on touching the edge of the bellybutton, still in circles.” At this point, Jen stuck the edge of the toothbrush on the edge of the bellybutton, turning the squeals into a continuous form of laughter as she circled around, the front of the toothbrush never leaving the bellybutton. As Emmy carefully observed, Jen wiggled her other hand on the front of Chassy’s midriff, causing some more laughter. She did this on and off for a few minutes before plunging the toothbrush into the bellybutton. Chassy screamed in laughter, even harder than when Jen had twisted her finger in the tummy hole. “Of course, just when they least expect it, you go full blast and put the toothbrush inside the bellybutton. That usually causes outbursts of laughter like you just heard.”
“That’s amazing!” Emmy exclaimed as she watched her friend hysterically laugh and futilely try to get away from the tickling.
“Now the other important thing is to make sure you give your ticklee a break every now and then,” Jen turned the toothbrush off. “You never want them to get too exhausted, or they might fall asleep and end the tickle session earlier than they should. That way, they feel all the tickling instead and chickening out and escaping some of it by default.” Soon after this, Jen turned the toothbrush back on, and Chassy shrieked in laughter again. “Of course, you need to make sure they know who’s in charge of the tickle session. This can be effectively achieved by surprising them with an unexpected restarting of the tickles.”
“This is so great!” Emmy was beside herself.
“Isn’t it?” Jen agreed. “There are so many things that can make tickling friends extremely fun.” Just as Jen was about to offer to teach Emmy how to use another tool on Chassy, she felt her sides get poked and she let out an “Eek!”
Turning around, she saw Wendy. “I hate to break up the fun, but we have to go now,” the Tickle Mistress addressed Jen.
“Alright,” Jen relented. “I hope I see you later. Have fun tickling your friends!”
“We will,” Emmy responded as she took the place at Chassy’s bellybutton again. “Hopefully, we see you again, and you can teach us some more tricks of the tickle!”
Jen smiled as she and Wendy got into the cart and began heading back to the Tickle Cartel half of the island. As they were driving, Jen asked Wendy, “So, what should I expect from this meeting?”
“My guess is that she’ll probably ask you a few questions, like what you want to do and why, and then she’ll evaluate your tickling ability, as well as your ticklishness,” Wendy responded. “That’s really all I think it will be, although there might be a few different people she has you tickle and she has tickle you. Just be yourself, and I’m sure she’ll love you.”
“Alright, I suppose I can manage that,” Jen stated, clearly still a little worried. “What are we doing now?”
“We’re going to get lunch, and then we are going to the Queen Mistress,” Wendy announced. “Do you have any food that you’d particularly like to have?”
“Umm, pizza would be nice, I guess,” Jen declared.
“Always a safe choice,” Wendy reassured her. “I know a great pizza place that we can go to. You’ll love it.”
The two continued on to the pizza place, which was on the Tickle Cartel half of the island. “I typically get a personal pepperoni pizza here, but if you want that, we can get a medium one. If you don’t, feel free to get whatever you want, and we can both get personals. We’ll have time to go back to drop off any leftovers before heading to our meeting with the Queen Mistress.”
“Pepperoni’s my favorite, so we can get a medium,” Jen stated, so Wendy ordered and paid for the pizza. As they sat down and waited, Jen was clearly still nervous, so the Tickle Mistress decided to try and get her to loosen up. She grabbed Jen’s arms and quickly tied them to the chair behind her back. “Mistress Wendy, what are you HAHAHA!” The young woman began to question her guide’s actions when she felt Wendy tickling her still bare stomach. At this, Jen began squirming like crazy, trying to get away from Wendy’s tickling fingers. Wanting to take as much advantage of this opportunity as she could, Wendy focused her tickling near Jen’s bellybutton, and the young woman kept laughing hysterically. Jen’s squirms became less pronounced as she accepted the fact that she was going to get tickled a ton at the Tickle Cartel. Ignoring them, other patrons continued with their business; tickling between customers was a very common practice in the pizza place. Before Jen could be tickled to the point of torture, though, a waitress brought out the pizza for the two, and Wendy untied her ticklish companion. “You-you really tickled me there.”
“But are you feeling more relaxed now?” Wendy questioned. “That’s most of what’s going to happen at the meeting today; you tickle others and others tickle you. It’s just a lot of laughs. Also, I thought you might need to loosen up a bit.”
“Well, that laughing definitely made me looser,” Jen admitted, “and I suppose I’m not as worried if that’s most of what will happen today. I’m also really hungry, though. You tickled quite a bit of energy out of me.”
“Let’s eat, then,” Wendy smiled as she gave Jen a piece of pizza and took one for herself. The two talked some more as they ate all the pizza they had ordered, both enjoying the lunch. When they had finished, the two returned to the T cart, both now in good moods, satisfied from the food. “So, I suppose it’s time to go to see Queen Mistress Heather. We may have to wait a little bit, since I think we’ll be early, but if we do, it just means that we have less to look around at afterwards. I think you’ll enjoy the Queen Mistress’ Palace.” Wendy drove Jen to a clearly more affluent part of the Tickle Cartel community, with much larger and more decorated houses and more elite shopping and entertainment places. “This is the community where I live. It’s for the high-ranking members of the Tickle Cartel, including supervisors in charge of the different departments and the Tickle Cartel Council. You’ll be sleeping at my house tonight, unless the Queen Mistress wishes for you to sleep in the palace, which would be a huge honor. I would have invited you there last night, but there was not time to get it ready for you. As you can see, there are much more elaborate and expensive homes, and we have more high-class establishments in this section. However, despite all of our high-class developments over here, we still love tickling and getting tickled, so there are always people getting tickled somewhere. When we get some free time, I’ll take you around and show you some of them. Ah! Here we are.”
Jen got out and approached a massive castle, adorned by feathers and other large-sized replicas of tickling tools. “Wow, this is huge!” she broadcasted to Wendy as the Tickle Mistress came over to her side. “And it’s so beautiful.”
“Just wait until we get on the inside,” Wendy stated as she guided Jen inside. They went to a receptionist’s counter, where Wendy addressed the receptionist, “Hello. I am Tickle Mistress Wendy of the training facility. Jen here and I have an appointment with Queen Mistress Heather at 1:00 pm today.”
The receptionist looked at her computer and clicked a few buttons before confirming the appointment, “Yes, I see that here. It says that you have no paperwork, so I’ll let the Queen Mistress’ servants know that you’re here. They will come out and get you when the Queen Mistress is ready. In the meantime, feel free to look around, and I hope you have a wonderful meeting.”
“Thank you very much,” Wendy thanked the receptionist before guiding Jen over to some chairs. From the moment they walked into the castle, Jen had been enraptured by the decorations at the castle. There were several tickle tools all around the walls and the ceiling, but what really got Jen’s attention were the paintings and statues of people being tickled by Tickle Cartel members. “So, Jen, what do you think?”
“There’s so many decorations, and they’re so beautiful,” Jen was still in awe of the tickling-themed room. “Wow!”
“That was calmer than my reaction when I came in here for the first time,” Wendy revealed. “I was also in awe, but the Tickle Mistress that brought me in had to tickle me to get me to realize that she was talking to me. I am glad that you like the palace, though. It is very, very beautiful.”
At that moment, a woman in a crop top and short shorts came through one of the large doors. “Tickle Mistress Wendy and Miss Jen, Queen Mistress Heather is ready to see you,” she broadcasted, catching both of the guests’ attention. “She is very eager to meet you, so she saw no reason to wait until the official start time. However, she is willing to wait if you are not ready to come in yet.”
“Are you ready to meet the Queen Mistress?” Wendy wondered, turning to Jen.
“I guess so,” Jen answered. “I suppose I can’t get any more ready than this.”
“Great, then come with me,” the woman who had called them politely motioned towards the door. “I am Cammy, one of Queen Mistress’ Heather’s personal servants.” As Jen and Wendy followed Cammy through several hallways and corridors, the servant explained some basic expectations of them for the Queen Mistress. “When we get into the throne room, you both need to curtsy before the Queen Mistress as a sign of respect. Jen, I would also like to let you know that the Queen Mistress has taken a liking to your qualities, and she has strongly indicated that if you are just yourself, she will have no problem with you. The Queen Mistress is very generous, and she enjoys nearly all the company that she gets, as I’m sure Tickle Mistress Wendy has noted.”
“I can confirm that,” Wendy affirmed. “I’ve introduced several former potential tickle slaves to the Queen Mistress, and she has loved all of them.”
“Alright, we’re at the throne room,” Cammy announced as they stood before a large door. “Prepare to meet Queen Mistress Heather.” She indicated to the guards, and they opened the doors, revealing Queen Mistress Heather and her throne room.
Next Chapter:
Chapter 4: The Queen Mistress, Part 2
Anyways, I finished Chapter 4, which I have divided into four parts. Here is part 1. Please let me know what you think of it!
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Previous Chapter:
Chapter 3: Finding Jen’s Skill, Part 3
In the morning, Jen woke up at around 7:30. Observing her room, she took a quick shower before putting on the outfit Wendy had bought for her yesterday: a crop top with shorts. ‘At least it’s quite a bit more coverage than I got while they said I was a tickle slave,’ she thought to herself. ‘It still wouldn’t be enough to dissuade Maddie from tickling me, though. To her, unless my outfit leaves no chance of any part of my belly being seen, it’s an outfit worth tickling me in.’ The thoughts of her best friend brought a wide smile to Jen’s face as she went downstairs and got breakfast. Following the meal, Jen returned to her room and gathered her things, preparing for her new mentor to return.
As promised, Wendy called Jen at around 8:50 and showed up at the room around five minutes later, bearing a large smile. “That outfit looks great on you, Jen!” she happily announced. “The Queen Mistress will love it.”
“Thanks,” Jen shyly replied. “So, what are we going to do?”
“It’s up to you; do you have anything in particular you want to do?” Wendy questioned.
“I don’t know,” Jen answered. “I don’t really know of much to do around here.”
“Well, this is Tickle Island,” Wendy stated. “I could always just tickle you.”
“No, not right now,” Jen responded. “I guess I’d like to tickle someone’s belly again. But this time, I think I want to tickle someone who’s expecting it, not like yesterday.”
“We can do that,” Wendy affirmed. “I’ll drive you over to one of the racks in the Tickle Island half, and we can tickle someone there.” The two headed outside into the T cart, and Wendy drove them to the Tickle Island half of the island. This time, they drove to a rack, much closer to the Tickle Cartel half than the stocks from the previous day had been, where there was a larger crowd. “The mornings typically attract more people to the racks and stocks because there’s more people at other attractions. I think we’ll still be able to get in rather easily, though. Another reason there is more of a crowd is that the stocks and racks are at full capacity, typically four people locked in each. Also, people tend to hang around their friends, and they are usually very generous with letting others tickle their friends. Let’s go on and head over there.” The two Tickle Cartel employees then exited the T cart and walked to the rack.
Upon their arrival, Jen and Wendy saw that there were four girls tied up on the rack, all with multiple ticklers tormenting them. The three teenage girls on the rack wore nothing more than bikinis, while the last victim had a crop top and shorts on. Additionally, most of the ticklers would have been just as vulnerable if they were to switch places with their victims. Only a couple had their bellies covered; all others exposed them with either a bikini or crop top. Upon noticing Jen and Wendy, one of the bikini-clad ticklers addressed the two, “Hey, do you want to tickle one of our friends? Chassy here’s got a really ticklish bellybutton, Emma’s weak spot is her sides, and Brenda’s just super sensitive all over her stomach. We’d be happy to move spots to let you get their weak spots.”
“I could tickle Chassy’s bellybutton for you,” Jen volunteered, and the girl who had been talking to them moved to Chassy’s ribs to make room for the new tickler.
“I haven’t gotten a ticklish side in a while; I’ll take Emma’s right,” Wendy stated, causing the girl who had been tickling there to move down and tickle Emma’s bare right foot. This let the tickler that had been tickling both of Emma’s feet focus on the left.
“Now let’s see just how ticklish this bellybutton of yours is, Chassy,” Jen teased her new victim as she gave a few experimental pokes into the teen’s navel. “Ooh, very ticklish, I see. Then this method should work quite well.” Jen stuck her pointer finger into the bellybutton and began twisting it around, and the effect was instantaneous. The squeals that had been elicited when Jen had experimentally poked Chassy turned into roaring and helpless laughter at the torment of the ticklee’s most ticklish spot. “I knew it would work. Chassy’s just a really ticklish ticklee, aren’t you?”
“That’s so cool; I’ve never seen Chassy laugh so hard before,” her friend proclaimed to Jen. “You’re a really good tickler. What exactly are you doing? I’d like to use it on her in the future.”
“I put my finger in her bellybutton, and I’m just twisting it around,” Jen explained “It is a very effective tactic on any bare bellybutton that’s fairly ticklish.”
“Cool; hey, Chassy, when we get back, I’ll use this as punishment for when you lose tickle fights,” her friend joined in on the teasing. “I might even have to use it to get you to surrender in tickle fights.” At this, she turned back to Jen. “Thanks so much for teaching me that; her bellybutton will never be safe from me again. By the way, my name’s Emmy; what’s yours?”
“I’m Jen,” Jen answered. “If you don’t mind me asking, what brings you and your friends to Tickle Island, Emmy?”
“It’s our first college spring break!” Emmy excitedly announced, drawing some cheers from the crowd of teens. “We all grew up around each other, and our parents said they would take us anywhere we wanted to go for this spring break. This seemed like a good place to bond and smile, so we decided to come here.”
“That was a great idea,” Jen commented. “I’m sure you’ll all be smiling by the time you leave here, and I think you’ll have a great time. I’ve got to ask, though: how did this ticklish one end up on the rack?”
“Well, we’re all taking turns on the rack or in the stocks, whatever fits our most ticklish spots best,” Emmy told Jen. “Just part of the fun. Hey, do you want any tools to tickle Chassy with? From my experience, it gets pretty tiring just tickling with fingers.”
“If you have an electric toothbrush, I’ll use that,” Jen suggested, prompting Emmy to look around.
“I’ve never used an electric toothbrush to tickle before, but it looks like the people who brought our friends here thought it might be useful,” Emmy got up with an electric toothbrush in her hand. “They put a few down here, under the rack. Could you show me how to use it?”
“Of course, I’d be glad to,” Jen agreed as Emmy handed her the toothbrush. “The best way to start is by not getting it into the bellybutton right away but going along the edge like this.” Jen turned the toothbrush on and placed it on the ticklish tummy. She moved the tool in circles around the rack, occasionally touching the side of the tickle spots and eliciting a loud squeal from her ticklee. “When you are satisfied with that, focus on touching the edge of the bellybutton, still in circles.” At this point, Jen stuck the edge of the toothbrush on the edge of the bellybutton, turning the squeals into a continuous form of laughter as she circled around, the front of the toothbrush never leaving the bellybutton. As Emmy carefully observed, Jen wiggled her other hand on the front of Chassy’s midriff, causing some more laughter. She did this on and off for a few minutes before plunging the toothbrush into the bellybutton. Chassy screamed in laughter, even harder than when Jen had twisted her finger in the tummy hole. “Of course, just when they least expect it, you go full blast and put the toothbrush inside the bellybutton. That usually causes outbursts of laughter like you just heard.”
“That’s amazing!” Emmy exclaimed as she watched her friend hysterically laugh and futilely try to get away from the tickling.
“Now the other important thing is to make sure you give your ticklee a break every now and then,” Jen turned the toothbrush off. “You never want them to get too exhausted, or they might fall asleep and end the tickle session earlier than they should. That way, they feel all the tickling instead and chickening out and escaping some of it by default.” Soon after this, Jen turned the toothbrush back on, and Chassy shrieked in laughter again. “Of course, you need to make sure they know who’s in charge of the tickle session. This can be effectively achieved by surprising them with an unexpected restarting of the tickles.”
“This is so great!” Emmy was beside herself.
“Isn’t it?” Jen agreed. “There are so many things that can make tickling friends extremely fun.” Just as Jen was about to offer to teach Emmy how to use another tool on Chassy, she felt her sides get poked and she let out an “Eek!”
Turning around, she saw Wendy. “I hate to break up the fun, but we have to go now,” the Tickle Mistress addressed Jen.
“Alright,” Jen relented. “I hope I see you later. Have fun tickling your friends!”
“We will,” Emmy responded as she took the place at Chassy’s bellybutton again. “Hopefully, we see you again, and you can teach us some more tricks of the tickle!”
Jen smiled as she and Wendy got into the cart and began heading back to the Tickle Cartel half of the island. As they were driving, Jen asked Wendy, “So, what should I expect from this meeting?”
“My guess is that she’ll probably ask you a few questions, like what you want to do and why, and then she’ll evaluate your tickling ability, as well as your ticklishness,” Wendy responded. “That’s really all I think it will be, although there might be a few different people she has you tickle and she has tickle you. Just be yourself, and I’m sure she’ll love you.”
“Alright, I suppose I can manage that,” Jen stated, clearly still a little worried. “What are we doing now?”
“We’re going to get lunch, and then we are going to the Queen Mistress,” Wendy announced. “Do you have any food that you’d particularly like to have?”
“Umm, pizza would be nice, I guess,” Jen declared.
“Always a safe choice,” Wendy reassured her. “I know a great pizza place that we can go to. You’ll love it.”
The two continued on to the pizza place, which was on the Tickle Cartel half of the island. “I typically get a personal pepperoni pizza here, but if you want that, we can get a medium one. If you don’t, feel free to get whatever you want, and we can both get personals. We’ll have time to go back to drop off any leftovers before heading to our meeting with the Queen Mistress.”
“Pepperoni’s my favorite, so we can get a medium,” Jen stated, so Wendy ordered and paid for the pizza. As they sat down and waited, Jen was clearly still nervous, so the Tickle Mistress decided to try and get her to loosen up. She grabbed Jen’s arms and quickly tied them to the chair behind her back. “Mistress Wendy, what are you HAHAHA!” The young woman began to question her guide’s actions when she felt Wendy tickling her still bare stomach. At this, Jen began squirming like crazy, trying to get away from Wendy’s tickling fingers. Wanting to take as much advantage of this opportunity as she could, Wendy focused her tickling near Jen’s bellybutton, and the young woman kept laughing hysterically. Jen’s squirms became less pronounced as she accepted the fact that she was going to get tickled a ton at the Tickle Cartel. Ignoring them, other patrons continued with their business; tickling between customers was a very common practice in the pizza place. Before Jen could be tickled to the point of torture, though, a waitress brought out the pizza for the two, and Wendy untied her ticklish companion. “You-you really tickled me there.”
“But are you feeling more relaxed now?” Wendy questioned. “That’s most of what’s going to happen at the meeting today; you tickle others and others tickle you. It’s just a lot of laughs. Also, I thought you might need to loosen up a bit.”
“Well, that laughing definitely made me looser,” Jen admitted, “and I suppose I’m not as worried if that’s most of what will happen today. I’m also really hungry, though. You tickled quite a bit of energy out of me.”
“Let’s eat, then,” Wendy smiled as she gave Jen a piece of pizza and took one for herself. The two talked some more as they ate all the pizza they had ordered, both enjoying the lunch. When they had finished, the two returned to the T cart, both now in good moods, satisfied from the food. “So, I suppose it’s time to go to see Queen Mistress Heather. We may have to wait a little bit, since I think we’ll be early, but if we do, it just means that we have less to look around at afterwards. I think you’ll enjoy the Queen Mistress’ Palace.” Wendy drove Jen to a clearly more affluent part of the Tickle Cartel community, with much larger and more decorated houses and more elite shopping and entertainment places. “This is the community where I live. It’s for the high-ranking members of the Tickle Cartel, including supervisors in charge of the different departments and the Tickle Cartel Council. You’ll be sleeping at my house tonight, unless the Queen Mistress wishes for you to sleep in the palace, which would be a huge honor. I would have invited you there last night, but there was not time to get it ready for you. As you can see, there are much more elaborate and expensive homes, and we have more high-class establishments in this section. However, despite all of our high-class developments over here, we still love tickling and getting tickled, so there are always people getting tickled somewhere. When we get some free time, I’ll take you around and show you some of them. Ah! Here we are.”
Jen got out and approached a massive castle, adorned by feathers and other large-sized replicas of tickling tools. “Wow, this is huge!” she broadcasted to Wendy as the Tickle Mistress came over to her side. “And it’s so beautiful.”
“Just wait until we get on the inside,” Wendy stated as she guided Jen inside. They went to a receptionist’s counter, where Wendy addressed the receptionist, “Hello. I am Tickle Mistress Wendy of the training facility. Jen here and I have an appointment with Queen Mistress Heather at 1:00 pm today.”
The receptionist looked at her computer and clicked a few buttons before confirming the appointment, “Yes, I see that here. It says that you have no paperwork, so I’ll let the Queen Mistress’ servants know that you’re here. They will come out and get you when the Queen Mistress is ready. In the meantime, feel free to look around, and I hope you have a wonderful meeting.”
“Thank you very much,” Wendy thanked the receptionist before guiding Jen over to some chairs. From the moment they walked into the castle, Jen had been enraptured by the decorations at the castle. There were several tickle tools all around the walls and the ceiling, but what really got Jen’s attention were the paintings and statues of people being tickled by Tickle Cartel members. “So, Jen, what do you think?”
“There’s so many decorations, and they’re so beautiful,” Jen was still in awe of the tickling-themed room. “Wow!”
“That was calmer than my reaction when I came in here for the first time,” Wendy revealed. “I was also in awe, but the Tickle Mistress that brought me in had to tickle me to get me to realize that she was talking to me. I am glad that you like the palace, though. It is very, very beautiful.”
At that moment, a woman in a crop top and short shorts came through one of the large doors. “Tickle Mistress Wendy and Miss Jen, Queen Mistress Heather is ready to see you,” she broadcasted, catching both of the guests’ attention. “She is very eager to meet you, so she saw no reason to wait until the official start time. However, she is willing to wait if you are not ready to come in yet.”
“Are you ready to meet the Queen Mistress?” Wendy wondered, turning to Jen.
“I guess so,” Jen answered. “I suppose I can’t get any more ready than this.”
“Great, then come with me,” the woman who had called them politely motioned towards the door. “I am Cammy, one of Queen Mistress’ Heather’s personal servants.” As Jen and Wendy followed Cammy through several hallways and corridors, the servant explained some basic expectations of them for the Queen Mistress. “When we get into the throne room, you both need to curtsy before the Queen Mistress as a sign of respect. Jen, I would also like to let you know that the Queen Mistress has taken a liking to your qualities, and she has strongly indicated that if you are just yourself, she will have no problem with you. The Queen Mistress is very generous, and she enjoys nearly all the company that she gets, as I’m sure Tickle Mistress Wendy has noted.”
“I can confirm that,” Wendy affirmed. “I’ve introduced several former potential tickle slaves to the Queen Mistress, and she has loved all of them.”
“Alright, we’re at the throne room,” Cammy announced as they stood before a large door. “Prepare to meet Queen Mistress Heather.” She indicated to the guards, and they opened the doors, revealing Queen Mistress Heather and her throne room.
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Chapter 4: The Queen Mistress, Part 2
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