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Here is part 2 of Chapter 4 of The Tickle Cartel.
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Chapter 4: The Queen Mistress, Part 1
Jen thought that Queen Mistress Heather was one of the most beautiful women she had ever seen. The Queen Mistress appeared to be in her late twenties to thirties, with dark, flowing hair and a slender figure. She was wearing a gold-colored dress with openings for her stomach and armpits, along with sandals and a crown that had feathers sticking out of the top of it to indicate her queenship. “Welcome to my palace, Jen,” Heather spoke with authority, but grace. “I have been looking forward to meeting you. And Tickle Mistress Wendy, it is always a pleasure to have you in my palace.”
Jen and Wendy curtsied before Jen responded to the Queen Mistress, “Miss Queen Mistress, it is a pleasure to be invited in here. Thank you for having both of us.”
“Yes, Queen Mistress, it is always a pleasure to see you, too,” Wendy added.
“Wendy and Jen, please come and sit down on these chairs,” Queen Mistress Heather gestured to two large chairs near her. Once they had done so, Heather began questioning Jen. “By the way, you can call me Miss Heather or Queen Mistress; either will suffice. So, Jen, I have heard a little about you, but I’d like to know more. Can you please tell me about yourself, like your age, where you are from, your most ticklish spot, stuff like that?”
“Of course,” Jen replied, getting comfortable in the chair, as Queen Mistress Heather listened with great interest. “I turned nineteen a few months ago, and I’m from North Carolina in the United States. In May, I finished up my freshman year at the University of North Carolina, and I was studying biology, planning to become a doctor. My best friend, Maddie, is also studying biology in hopes of becoming a doctor. My most ticklish spot is my whole belly, but my bellybutton is off and on more ticklish than some other parts of my belly. I’ve always had a love-hate relationship with tickling, mostly because of Maddie. She’s a really good tickler, and she’d tickle my belly for hours on end if she could. Also, I think I developed into a decent tickler from turning her tickle methods back on her and tickle torturing her. I’ve got a little brother at home who also likes to tickle me, mostly when I’m not paying enough attention to him or I have something that he wants. Overall, we get along pretty well, though, and sometimes he just tickles me for fun. Is there anything else you want to know?”
“I was basically looking for an overview of who you were and what your relationship with tickling is, and you’ve answered that, but if you want to, you can feel free to share anything else about yourself,” the Queen Mistress declared. “We can also talk later; I expect I will invite you over again. One thing that Wendy noted was that you appeared to withstand the tickling of our machines extremely well in that they didn’t break you on the way over here. I’m wondering why that is? Those machines typically torture people to the point of breaking them fairly easily.”
“Well, like I said earlier, I have a love-hate relationship with tickling, and that’s mostly due to Maddie,” Jen proclaimed, subtly keeping her friend’s name in front of Heather. “Maddie would tickle me all the time, and most of the time, I enjoyed it. I guess that machine tickling just caused me to think of her and all the times she tickled me, and I ended up actually enjoying the machine’s tickling.”
“Interesting, so you brought a new perspective on the tickling to the view,” Queen Mistress Heather noted. “That is really nice! I’ve never heard of that happening, but I will be sure to keep an eye out for anyone else who has that experience. Wendy also told me that you are extremely talented at tickling others. Could you give me a demonstration of this?”
“I’d love to, if you have someone for me to tickle,” Jen excitedly accepted.
“I do, in fact,” the Queen Mistress affirmed. “Cammy, would you lie on the tickle table?”
“Of course, my queen,” Cammy complied, getting up on a table in front of the Queen Mistress. Very quickly, the rest of the queen’s handmaidens tied Cammy’s arms and legs down in a spread-eagle shape.
“Jen, please get her tummy; it’s her best spot,” Queen Mistress Heather requested.
“Yes, Queen Mistress,” Jen hurried over to Cammy and experimentally poked her abdomen.
“EHEHE!” Cammy squealed as the sudden tickle attack. Her outfit of a crop top and shorts left her bare belly fully exposed to Jen’s attacks, a feature that Jen took as a significant advantage. When Jen’s fingers started scribbling around Cammy’s stomach, the ticklee quickly broke out into real laughter. “AHAHAHAHAHAHA! IHIHIHIHIHIT TIHIHIHIHICKLEHES! MAHAHAHAHAKE IHIHIHIHIHIT STHAHAHAHAHAHAP! PLEHEHEHEHEHESE!” Not hearing any requests from the Queen Mistress to stop, Jen continued tickling along the midriff with her fingers, looking for any weak spots on Cammy. She found that like her own navel, Cammy’s bellybutton was somewhat of a hot spot, along with spots right next to Cammy’s sides. With the new knowledge in mind, Jen switched to tickling purely with her nails, keeping one set in and directly around her ticklee’s bellybutton, and the other dancing around the remainder of the ticklish midsection, always keeping one of those particularly sensitive side spots near the tickling action. “AHAHAHAHAHA! PLEHEHEHEHEHESE QEHEHEHEHEHEHEN MIHIHIHISTREHEHEHEHES! MAHAHAHAHAHAHAKE HEHEHEHEHEHEHER STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIHIT!”
“Wow, this is amazing,” Queen Mistress Heather remarked as she noticed Cammy squirming around desperately on the tickle table. “I’ve never seen anyone, not even Wendy, get Cammy to move like that. This is very impressive.”
Meanwhile, Cammy was in pure hysterics, “AHAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAHAHAP! GRAHAHAHAHAHAHAPE!”
Hearing the nearly never used safe word coming out of her personal servant’s mouth, Queen Mistress Heather realized the true effectiveness of Jen’s tickling and ordered over her servant’s laughter, “Jen, I need you to stop tickling her!” Jen immediately complied, retracting her fingers from Cammy. As Cammy continued laughing from the aftereffects of the tickling, Heather beckoned Jen to come up closer so she could hear the Queen Mistress easier. “Jen, I feel the need to tell you exactly why your tickling of Cammy was remarkable. I have only heard Cammy use her safe word, which is Grape, twice before, and I have pretty much all of my guests tickle her. Both of those times, she had been getting tickled for over twenty minutes, and it had just started to wear her down at that point. You broke her down completely in less than three minutes. I mean, this is amazing. You are an incredible tickler, Jen. There is no question that we have a place for you to work in the Tickle Cartel. Now I’m even more glad that you didn’t let that machine break you. I want you to know that you will become an employee of the Tickle Cartel, but this meeting is not over yet. Ladies, can you get Cammy off and put Jen on?”
Before Jen knew what was happening, her arms were being held by two strong handmaidens, and she was led over to the tickle table. She was tied up without any resistance, and secretly, she really did not mind it. ‘Yay, I’m getting tickled again!’ she thought to herself, excited for her upcoming situation. ‘I hope they get some good tools to tickle me with, like toothbrushes. Ooh, also raspberries. That would be so much fun.’
“Tickle Mistress Wendy, what is the best method to use on Jen to make her laugh?” Queen Mistress Heather addressed the other guest she had invited in.
“The top tools I’ve used on her are an electric toothbrush and raspberries,” Wendy revealed, getting Jen even more excited from the tickling to come. “However, I think that an electric flosser might work well, given her bellybutton’s sensitivity.”
“Thank you, Tickle Mistress Wendy,” the Queen Mistress thanked Wendy. “So, Jen, usually I have Cammy administer any ticklings of guests that I invite in, but you made it so she can’t do that right now. Not that I really mind, since it gives me a chance to tickle you! I think I’ll start with my personal favorite method of giving out tickling.”
‘I wonder what that could be,’ Jen thought to herself, trying to look up and see what Queen Mistress Heather had in her hands. ‘Hmm, it doesn’t really look like she has anything; wait, that means…’
“Pffffft!” Jen’s thoughts were interrupted by a loud raspberry blown straight on her bare bellybutton.
Being as ticklish as she was, Jen immediately erupted into laughter, “HAHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Involuntarily, her body began to struggle to get away as another raspberry hit right in the hole on her stomach, causing even more laughter to come out. “AHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! IHIHIHIHIHIT TIHIHIHICKLEHES! AHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHA! RAHAHAHAHASPBEHEHEREHEHEHEHES TIHIHIHIHICKLEHEHE SOHOHOHOHO MUHUHUCH!” Despite pointing out how much the raspberries tickled, Jen did not plead through her begging, and it was really because she loved the feeling of raspberries in her navel. “AHAHAHAHAHAHA TIHIHIHIHIHICKLY RAHAHAHASPBEHEHEHEHREHEHEHEHES!”
When Jen started to appear to slow down her laughing, around ten minutes into the tickles, Queen Mistress Heather stopped the raspberries and tickled lightly with her nails. Jen continued laughing, but the leader of the Tickle Cartel had noticed that Jen had failed to beg, even during the very tickly raspberries. “Jen, I see that you seemed to enjoy the raspberries. Is that true?”
“YEHEHEHEHEHEHES! IHIHIHIHIHI LOHOHOHOHOHOVE THEHEHEHEM!” Jen agreed through her laughter, which was still going on because of the nail tickling, although it was not nearly as pronounced as during the raspberries. “THEHEHEHEY TIHIHICKLEHEHE SOHOHOHOHO MUHUHUHUHUHUCH!”
“Good, I like it when ticklees are enjoying being tickled,” Queen Mistress Heather responded. “Now let’s see what happens when I test this.”
Before Jen had a chance to guess what was coming next, she felt the bristles of an electric toothbrush spinning inside her bellybutton, and her laughter went back up an octave. “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA THAHAHAHAHAHAT AHAHAHAHALSOHOHOHO IHIHIHIS SOHOHOHOHO TIHIHIHIHICKLY! AHAHAHAHAHA! YOHOHOHOHOHOHOHORE TIHIHIHIHICKLIHIHIHING MEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE SOHOHOHOHO MUHUHUHUCH WIHIHIHIHIHIHTH THAHAHAHAHAT TOHOHOHOHOHOHTHBRUHUHUSH!” Despite Jen’s mind still going strong and enjoying her tickle adventure, her body had given in. Jen’s struggles against the bonds had ended as she put all of her energy into laughing and forming words to say just how much it was tickling her. “OHOHOHOHO IHIHIHIHIHITS SOHOHOHO EHEHEHEHEFEHEHEHECTIHIHIVE! IHIHIHIHIHIT TIHIHIHIHIHICKLEHEHEHES SOHOHOHO MUHUHUHUCH!”
Noticing that her ticklee was clearly running out of energy, Queen Mistress Heather ceased the tickling temporarily and readdressed Jen, “Jen, I’ve been tickling you for twenty minutes so far. Not once have you begged or pleaded for this tickling to stop. You must have some nerves of steel, because not even Cammy can go this long without at least starting to beg, and aside from you, she likes being tickled the most out of everyone I’ve ever tickled. I’ve tickled a lot of people, and you have some of the most respect out of all of them.”
“Thank you, Queen Mistress,” Jen managed to utter out through her exhaustion.
“I’ll give you another few minutes’ break; I think you need it,” Queen Mistress Heather opted to give Jen some more rest. “While you’re recovering, I’ll explain how the rest of this meeting is going to go. After I finish tickling you, I’m going to ask you a little bit about what you want to do, and then I’d like to see your tickle skills again. Then I’ll ask you any more questions I have, and you can ask me whatever you would like to before we end the meeting. I’ll have your assignment decided by the evening, and I will send one of my messengers to deliver it to you personally. However, while you are waiting, I do not want you to be nervous, because you will get one of your top choices. Most people cannot be assured of this, but with your skills and ticklish enjoyment, I can guarantee it for you. Anyways, are you ready to start again?”
Jen’s smile grew wider and wider as the Queen Mistress spoke of the plans for the rest of the meeting and complimented her. “Yes, I think I’m… AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Jen’s answer was cut short as she felt an entirely new tool tickling her tummy. She was unable to figure out that Queen Mistress Heather had opted to begin tickling her with an electric flosser, a tool with which she had never been tickled before. Without the context, Jen just assumed it was another electric toothbrush. “AHAHAHAHAHAHA THAHAHAHAT’S SOHOHOHOHO MUHUHUHUHUCH BEHEHEHEHEHETTEHEHEHER THAHAHAHAN THEHEHEHEHE LAHAHAHAHAHAST OHOHOHOHONE!” Even through this tickling, Jen still managed to comment on how the tool was tickling her, which surprised both Wendy and Heather. To see if she could actually manage to break Jen, Queen Mistress Heather moved the flosser from all over Jen’s midriff to focus it on the ticklee’s extremely ticklish bellybutton, and Jen broke out into more laughter. “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! THAHAHAHAHAHAHAT’S SOHOHOHOHO TIHIHIHIHIHIHICKLY! IHIHIHIHIHIHIHIT TIHIHIHIHIHIHICKLEHEHEHES AHAHAHA LOHOHOHOT MOHOHOHOHOHORE THAHAHAHAHAN BEHEHEHEHEFOHOHORE!”
“Wow, Wendy, can you believe this?” Queen Mistress Heather inquired of Tickle Mistress Wendy. “She’s actually appearing to enjoy the electric flosser.”
“Not in a million years,” Tickle Mistress Wendy was also beyond belief. “I’ve never met someone who could stand the electric flosser on their most ticklish spot without an external reason focusing them on not giving in. This is unbelievable.”
“I know,” Queen Mistress Heather agreed as she kept the device tickling Jen. “I can’t even stand this for more than a few minutes, and it’s not bugging her at all.”
“AHAHAHAHAHAHA IHIHIHIHIHIHIT TIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHICKLEHEHEHES!” Jen continued laughing and commenting on her ticklishness throughout the two Tickle Cartel officials’ conversation. “EHEHEHESPEHEHEHECIAHAHAHAHAHLEHEHE IHIHIHIN MYYHYHYHYHYHY BEHEHEHELLEHEHEHEBUHUHUHUHUTTOHOHOHON!”
After tickling Jen with the electric flosser for ten minutes, during which Jen never complained or begged for mercy, Queen Mistress Heather flipped off the flosser and ordered her handmaidens, “Free her now and help her back into her chair. Then get her some water. I think she’s been through enough.” The handmaidens hurried over and unlocked Jen, and while two helped her back into her chair, another two went over and got cups of water. After gulping down the first cup, Jen received the second, and her strength started to return to her. She sat up in her chair a bit, inspiring the Queen Mistress to talk to her again. “Jen, you have my utmost respect for how you handled what you went through on that tickle table. I actually got a bit carried away trying to make you start begging, and I apologize for that. Never before have I tickled someone with the electric flosser, which is what we ended on, for more than five minutes, and I used it on you for ten. Are you alright?”
“I think I might need some more water, but other than that, I’m fine,” Jen made the simple request.
“Of course,” Queen Mistress Heather didn’t even need to motion to her handmaidens as they rushed over to get more water for Jen. “I appreciate your patience with me. It is very generous, and you did not have to give it. My tickling is often a torturous practice.”
“Oh, I had a lot of fun,” Jen contradicted the stories of many others who Queen Mistress Heather had under her fingers at earlier times. “I loved being tickled by the raspberries and the electric toothbrush. I’m not for sure about the flosser yet, but it at least wasn’t bad. I’ll need to get tickled more by that to decide for sure.”
“You know, that’s the first time I’ve heard that about the flosser,” Queen Mistress Heather commented. “Most people, including myself, ask for the electric flosser to never be used on their bellies ever again. You are truly special, Jen, and I love that. But we should get down to business here. I’ve seen your tickle skills, and I’ve seen your ticklishness, but I really want to know what you want to do at the Tickle Cartel.”
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Chapter 4: The Queen Mistress, Part 1
Jen thought that Queen Mistress Heather was one of the most beautiful women she had ever seen. The Queen Mistress appeared to be in her late twenties to thirties, with dark, flowing hair and a slender figure. She was wearing a gold-colored dress with openings for her stomach and armpits, along with sandals and a crown that had feathers sticking out of the top of it to indicate her queenship. “Welcome to my palace, Jen,” Heather spoke with authority, but grace. “I have been looking forward to meeting you. And Tickle Mistress Wendy, it is always a pleasure to have you in my palace.”
Jen and Wendy curtsied before Jen responded to the Queen Mistress, “Miss Queen Mistress, it is a pleasure to be invited in here. Thank you for having both of us.”
“Yes, Queen Mistress, it is always a pleasure to see you, too,” Wendy added.
“Wendy and Jen, please come and sit down on these chairs,” Queen Mistress Heather gestured to two large chairs near her. Once they had done so, Heather began questioning Jen. “By the way, you can call me Miss Heather or Queen Mistress; either will suffice. So, Jen, I have heard a little about you, but I’d like to know more. Can you please tell me about yourself, like your age, where you are from, your most ticklish spot, stuff like that?”
“Of course,” Jen replied, getting comfortable in the chair, as Queen Mistress Heather listened with great interest. “I turned nineteen a few months ago, and I’m from North Carolina in the United States. In May, I finished up my freshman year at the University of North Carolina, and I was studying biology, planning to become a doctor. My best friend, Maddie, is also studying biology in hopes of becoming a doctor. My most ticklish spot is my whole belly, but my bellybutton is off and on more ticklish than some other parts of my belly. I’ve always had a love-hate relationship with tickling, mostly because of Maddie. She’s a really good tickler, and she’d tickle my belly for hours on end if she could. Also, I think I developed into a decent tickler from turning her tickle methods back on her and tickle torturing her. I’ve got a little brother at home who also likes to tickle me, mostly when I’m not paying enough attention to him or I have something that he wants. Overall, we get along pretty well, though, and sometimes he just tickles me for fun. Is there anything else you want to know?”
“I was basically looking for an overview of who you were and what your relationship with tickling is, and you’ve answered that, but if you want to, you can feel free to share anything else about yourself,” the Queen Mistress declared. “We can also talk later; I expect I will invite you over again. One thing that Wendy noted was that you appeared to withstand the tickling of our machines extremely well in that they didn’t break you on the way over here. I’m wondering why that is? Those machines typically torture people to the point of breaking them fairly easily.”
“Well, like I said earlier, I have a love-hate relationship with tickling, and that’s mostly due to Maddie,” Jen proclaimed, subtly keeping her friend’s name in front of Heather. “Maddie would tickle me all the time, and most of the time, I enjoyed it. I guess that machine tickling just caused me to think of her and all the times she tickled me, and I ended up actually enjoying the machine’s tickling.”
“Interesting, so you brought a new perspective on the tickling to the view,” Queen Mistress Heather noted. “That is really nice! I’ve never heard of that happening, but I will be sure to keep an eye out for anyone else who has that experience. Wendy also told me that you are extremely talented at tickling others. Could you give me a demonstration of this?”
“I’d love to, if you have someone for me to tickle,” Jen excitedly accepted.
“I do, in fact,” the Queen Mistress affirmed. “Cammy, would you lie on the tickle table?”
“Of course, my queen,” Cammy complied, getting up on a table in front of the Queen Mistress. Very quickly, the rest of the queen’s handmaidens tied Cammy’s arms and legs down in a spread-eagle shape.
“Jen, please get her tummy; it’s her best spot,” Queen Mistress Heather requested.
“Yes, Queen Mistress,” Jen hurried over to Cammy and experimentally poked her abdomen.
“EHEHE!” Cammy squealed as the sudden tickle attack. Her outfit of a crop top and shorts left her bare belly fully exposed to Jen’s attacks, a feature that Jen took as a significant advantage. When Jen’s fingers started scribbling around Cammy’s stomach, the ticklee quickly broke out into real laughter. “AHAHAHAHAHAHA! IHIHIHIHIHIT TIHIHIHIHICKLEHES! MAHAHAHAHAKE IHIHIHIHIHIT STHAHAHAHAHAHAP! PLEHEHEHEHEHESE!” Not hearing any requests from the Queen Mistress to stop, Jen continued tickling along the midriff with her fingers, looking for any weak spots on Cammy. She found that like her own navel, Cammy’s bellybutton was somewhat of a hot spot, along with spots right next to Cammy’s sides. With the new knowledge in mind, Jen switched to tickling purely with her nails, keeping one set in and directly around her ticklee’s bellybutton, and the other dancing around the remainder of the ticklish midsection, always keeping one of those particularly sensitive side spots near the tickling action. “AHAHAHAHAHA! PLEHEHEHEHEHESE QEHEHEHEHEHEHEN MIHIHIHISTREHEHEHEHES! MAHAHAHAHAHAHAKE HEHEHEHEHEHEHER STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIHIT!”
“Wow, this is amazing,” Queen Mistress Heather remarked as she noticed Cammy squirming around desperately on the tickle table. “I’ve never seen anyone, not even Wendy, get Cammy to move like that. This is very impressive.”
Meanwhile, Cammy was in pure hysterics, “AHAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAHAHAP! GRAHAHAHAHAHAHAPE!”
Hearing the nearly never used safe word coming out of her personal servant’s mouth, Queen Mistress Heather realized the true effectiveness of Jen’s tickling and ordered over her servant’s laughter, “Jen, I need you to stop tickling her!” Jen immediately complied, retracting her fingers from Cammy. As Cammy continued laughing from the aftereffects of the tickling, Heather beckoned Jen to come up closer so she could hear the Queen Mistress easier. “Jen, I feel the need to tell you exactly why your tickling of Cammy was remarkable. I have only heard Cammy use her safe word, which is Grape, twice before, and I have pretty much all of my guests tickle her. Both of those times, she had been getting tickled for over twenty minutes, and it had just started to wear her down at that point. You broke her down completely in less than three minutes. I mean, this is amazing. You are an incredible tickler, Jen. There is no question that we have a place for you to work in the Tickle Cartel. Now I’m even more glad that you didn’t let that machine break you. I want you to know that you will become an employee of the Tickle Cartel, but this meeting is not over yet. Ladies, can you get Cammy off and put Jen on?”
Before Jen knew what was happening, her arms were being held by two strong handmaidens, and she was led over to the tickle table. She was tied up without any resistance, and secretly, she really did not mind it. ‘Yay, I’m getting tickled again!’ she thought to herself, excited for her upcoming situation. ‘I hope they get some good tools to tickle me with, like toothbrushes. Ooh, also raspberries. That would be so much fun.’
“Tickle Mistress Wendy, what is the best method to use on Jen to make her laugh?” Queen Mistress Heather addressed the other guest she had invited in.
“The top tools I’ve used on her are an electric toothbrush and raspberries,” Wendy revealed, getting Jen even more excited from the tickling to come. “However, I think that an electric flosser might work well, given her bellybutton’s sensitivity.”
“Thank you, Tickle Mistress Wendy,” the Queen Mistress thanked Wendy. “So, Jen, usually I have Cammy administer any ticklings of guests that I invite in, but you made it so she can’t do that right now. Not that I really mind, since it gives me a chance to tickle you! I think I’ll start with my personal favorite method of giving out tickling.”
‘I wonder what that could be,’ Jen thought to herself, trying to look up and see what Queen Mistress Heather had in her hands. ‘Hmm, it doesn’t really look like she has anything; wait, that means…’
“Pffffft!” Jen’s thoughts were interrupted by a loud raspberry blown straight on her bare bellybutton.
Being as ticklish as she was, Jen immediately erupted into laughter, “HAHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Involuntarily, her body began to struggle to get away as another raspberry hit right in the hole on her stomach, causing even more laughter to come out. “AHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! IHIHIHIHIHIT TIHIHIHICKLEHES! AHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHA! RAHAHAHAHASPBEHEHEREHEHEHEHES TIHIHIHIHICKLEHEHE SOHOHOHOHO MUHUHUCH!” Despite pointing out how much the raspberries tickled, Jen did not plead through her begging, and it was really because she loved the feeling of raspberries in her navel. “AHAHAHAHAHAHA TIHIHIHIHIHICKLY RAHAHAHASPBEHEHEHEHREHEHEHEHES!”
When Jen started to appear to slow down her laughing, around ten minutes into the tickles, Queen Mistress Heather stopped the raspberries and tickled lightly with her nails. Jen continued laughing, but the leader of the Tickle Cartel had noticed that Jen had failed to beg, even during the very tickly raspberries. “Jen, I see that you seemed to enjoy the raspberries. Is that true?”
“YEHEHEHEHEHEHES! IHIHIHIHIHI LOHOHOHOHOHOVE THEHEHEHEM!” Jen agreed through her laughter, which was still going on because of the nail tickling, although it was not nearly as pronounced as during the raspberries. “THEHEHEHEY TIHIHICKLEHEHE SOHOHOHOHO MUHUHUHUHUHUCH!”
“Good, I like it when ticklees are enjoying being tickled,” Queen Mistress Heather responded. “Now let’s see what happens when I test this.”
Before Jen had a chance to guess what was coming next, she felt the bristles of an electric toothbrush spinning inside her bellybutton, and her laughter went back up an octave. “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA THAHAHAHAHAHAT AHAHAHAHALSOHOHOHO IHIHIHIS SOHOHOHOHO TIHIHIHIHICKLY! AHAHAHAHAHA! YOHOHOHOHOHOHOHORE TIHIHIHIHICKLIHIHIHING MEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE SOHOHOHOHO MUHUHUHUCH WIHIHIHIHIHIHTH THAHAHAHAHAT TOHOHOHOHOHOHTHBRUHUHUSH!” Despite Jen’s mind still going strong and enjoying her tickle adventure, her body had given in. Jen’s struggles against the bonds had ended as she put all of her energy into laughing and forming words to say just how much it was tickling her. “OHOHOHOHO IHIHIHIHIHITS SOHOHOHO EHEHEHEHEFEHEHEHECTIHIHIVE! IHIHIHIHIHIT TIHIHIHIHIHICKLEHEHEHES SOHOHOHO MUHUHUHUCH!”
Noticing that her ticklee was clearly running out of energy, Queen Mistress Heather ceased the tickling temporarily and readdressed Jen, “Jen, I’ve been tickling you for twenty minutes so far. Not once have you begged or pleaded for this tickling to stop. You must have some nerves of steel, because not even Cammy can go this long without at least starting to beg, and aside from you, she likes being tickled the most out of everyone I’ve ever tickled. I’ve tickled a lot of people, and you have some of the most respect out of all of them.”
“Thank you, Queen Mistress,” Jen managed to utter out through her exhaustion.
“I’ll give you another few minutes’ break; I think you need it,” Queen Mistress Heather opted to give Jen some more rest. “While you’re recovering, I’ll explain how the rest of this meeting is going to go. After I finish tickling you, I’m going to ask you a little bit about what you want to do, and then I’d like to see your tickle skills again. Then I’ll ask you any more questions I have, and you can ask me whatever you would like to before we end the meeting. I’ll have your assignment decided by the evening, and I will send one of my messengers to deliver it to you personally. However, while you are waiting, I do not want you to be nervous, because you will get one of your top choices. Most people cannot be assured of this, but with your skills and ticklish enjoyment, I can guarantee it for you. Anyways, are you ready to start again?”
Jen’s smile grew wider and wider as the Queen Mistress spoke of the plans for the rest of the meeting and complimented her. “Yes, I think I’m… AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Jen’s answer was cut short as she felt an entirely new tool tickling her tummy. She was unable to figure out that Queen Mistress Heather had opted to begin tickling her with an electric flosser, a tool with which she had never been tickled before. Without the context, Jen just assumed it was another electric toothbrush. “AHAHAHAHAHAHA THAHAHAHAT’S SOHOHOHOHO MUHUHUHUHUCH BEHEHEHEHEHETTEHEHEHER THAHAHAHAN THEHEHEHEHE LAHAHAHAHAHAST OHOHOHOHONE!” Even through this tickling, Jen still managed to comment on how the tool was tickling her, which surprised both Wendy and Heather. To see if she could actually manage to break Jen, Queen Mistress Heather moved the flosser from all over Jen’s midriff to focus it on the ticklee’s extremely ticklish bellybutton, and Jen broke out into more laughter. “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! THAHAHAHAHAHAHAT’S SOHOHOHOHO TIHIHIHIHIHIHICKLY! IHIHIHIHIHIHIHIT TIHIHIHIHIHIHICKLEHEHEHES AHAHAHA LOHOHOHOT MOHOHOHOHOHORE THAHAHAHAHAN BEHEHEHEHEFOHOHORE!”
“Wow, Wendy, can you believe this?” Queen Mistress Heather inquired of Tickle Mistress Wendy. “She’s actually appearing to enjoy the electric flosser.”
“Not in a million years,” Tickle Mistress Wendy was also beyond belief. “I’ve never met someone who could stand the electric flosser on their most ticklish spot without an external reason focusing them on not giving in. This is unbelievable.”
“I know,” Queen Mistress Heather agreed as she kept the device tickling Jen. “I can’t even stand this for more than a few minutes, and it’s not bugging her at all.”
“AHAHAHAHAHAHA IHIHIHIHIHIHIT TIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHICKLEHEHEHES!” Jen continued laughing and commenting on her ticklishness throughout the two Tickle Cartel officials’ conversation. “EHEHEHESPEHEHEHECIAHAHAHAHAHLEHEHE IHIHIHIN MYYHYHYHYHYHY BEHEHEHELLEHEHEHEBUHUHUHUHUTTOHOHOHON!”
After tickling Jen with the electric flosser for ten minutes, during which Jen never complained or begged for mercy, Queen Mistress Heather flipped off the flosser and ordered her handmaidens, “Free her now and help her back into her chair. Then get her some water. I think she’s been through enough.” The handmaidens hurried over and unlocked Jen, and while two helped her back into her chair, another two went over and got cups of water. After gulping down the first cup, Jen received the second, and her strength started to return to her. She sat up in her chair a bit, inspiring the Queen Mistress to talk to her again. “Jen, you have my utmost respect for how you handled what you went through on that tickle table. I actually got a bit carried away trying to make you start begging, and I apologize for that. Never before have I tickled someone with the electric flosser, which is what we ended on, for more than five minutes, and I used it on you for ten. Are you alright?”
“I think I might need some more water, but other than that, I’m fine,” Jen made the simple request.
“Of course,” Queen Mistress Heather didn’t even need to motion to her handmaidens as they rushed over to get more water for Jen. “I appreciate your patience with me. It is very generous, and you did not have to give it. My tickling is often a torturous practice.”
“Oh, I had a lot of fun,” Jen contradicted the stories of many others who Queen Mistress Heather had under her fingers at earlier times. “I loved being tickled by the raspberries and the electric toothbrush. I’m not for sure about the flosser yet, but it at least wasn’t bad. I’ll need to get tickled more by that to decide for sure.”
“You know, that’s the first time I’ve heard that about the flosser,” Queen Mistress Heather commented. “Most people, including myself, ask for the electric flosser to never be used on their bellies ever again. You are truly special, Jen, and I love that. But we should get down to business here. I’ve seen your tickle skills, and I’ve seen your ticklishness, but I really want to know what you want to do at the Tickle Cartel.”
Next Chapter:
Chapter 4: The Queen Mistress, Part 3
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