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Here is part 3 of Chapter 4 of The Tickle Cartel.
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Chapter 4: The Queen Mistress, Part 2
“Well, I’d like to be tickling people, a lot,” Jen announced. “My favorite kind of tickling is when the people enjoy it, though. That’s usually when I’m my most effective, too. But I actually want one thing more than that. I talked a little about my friend Maddie earlier, and I want to see her again. She has been my best friend my entire life, and I can’t bear to think about living here without her. Also, she’s more talented at tickling than me, and I think she’d be a good fit here at the Tickle Cartel.”
“As hard as that is for me to believe that there’s someone better at tickling than you, I’ve already been surprised today, so I’d be willing to preliminarily accept that,” Queen Mistress Heather went against her better judgment. “However, I also want to know what exactly you want to do. I’m not sure that you know all the potential positions within the Tickle Cartel, but it sounds like you want to be a transporter who tickles the future tickle slaves on the way in or a permanent tickler assigned to one of the facilities. I’m not sure that I can promise you that there’s a place with people who enjoy being tickled, though. That’s typically hard to come by in the Tickle Cartel. Based on that, could you clarify what it is that you would like to be?”
“I mean, being a transporter would be great,” Jen’s face lit up as she stated her desire. “It would be really cool to be able to sail the seas and tickle people. However, I would happily accept a position as a permanent tickler if that’s what you think best suits me. But overall, I really want to see my best friend. I don’t think I can emphasize that enough.”
“I’ll say this: we don’t typically send transporters back to where they are from,” Queen Mistress Heather broadcasted. “There’s too much risk that they’ll be recognized and be forced to reveal the existence of the Tickle Cartel to the world, which could really get us in trouble. I might be able to get you one trip there to bring your friend Maddie back here, but that’s preliminary and not a guarantee at all.”
“I understand,” Jen confirmed.
“I think if you end up doing that, then you’ll end up being assigned permanently as a permanent tickler somewhere, probably in the tickle slave training facilities with Tickle Mistress Wendy or in one of the tickle prisons or dungeons,” Queen Mistress Heather outlined her thought process. “That’s just a probability, since we don’t want your face out everywhere to be seen. However, that would likely put you in a position where you’re tickling people that really don’t want to be tickled; would you still enjoy that?”
“I think I’d still like that,” Jen responded. “I mean, I’m still getting to tickle people; whether or not they enjoy it is up to them.”
“That is true,” Queen Mistress Heather acknowledged. “Tickle Mistress Wendy, I would like your opinion as well on this: Do you think Jen would be good as a permanent tickler?”
“Yes, without a doubt,” Tickle Mistress Wendy endorsed the plan. “The only thing that I would recommend is paying her more because she’s more effective than most ticklers.”
“That would be a discussion for later, but it is definitely a possibility,” Queen Mistress Heather partially deflected the suggestion. “One more thing is that if, and I emphasize the if, I let you go and get your friend Maddie and bring her here, and if she is as good as you say she is, you two might end up working together.”
“That would certainly be nice,” Jen happily stated before continuing, “if you let it happen, of course. I can assure you, though, that Maddie will meet expectations if you give her the chance.”
“We’ll see if that happens,” Queen Mistress Heather continued to take the issue away from Maddie. “Another thing I would like to know is if you have any goals with the Tickle Cartel?”
“I mean, I still don’t know much about the Tickle Cartel yet, but I do want to be both the tickler and the ticklee at some point during my time here,” Jen proclaimed. “I think it’d be fun to be on the other side of the feather every once in a while.”
“That request can very likely be fulfilled,” Queen Mistress Heather revealed. “Every once in a while, ticklers are assigned practice tickle sessions to refine and practice on their tickle skills. Typically, we use tickle slaves as the ticklees for these exercises, but given that it is a practice exercise, someone who genuinely likes being tickled would be a good ticklee. Also, I don’t think the people running it would turn away a volunteer, especially with a good word from their Queen Mistress. I do think that you would have fun as a ticklee in one of those exercises. Any other big goals that you’ve had the time to consider?”
“I don’t think so,” Jen answered. “Maybe later, after I’ve had a while to find out a bit more about the Tickle Cartel, I’ll have more goals.”
“That’s understandable,” Queen Mistress Heather approved. “I didn’t really expect you to have much on that front. But for now, we can move on to me seeing your tickle skills again. Tell me this: Has Tickle Mistress Wendy tickled you since you’ve gotten here?”
“Oh yeah, she tickled me a lot,” Jen acknowledged.
“Has she given you the chance to get her back?” Tickle Mistress Wendy’s eyes went wide as the Queen Mistress asked Jen this.
“No, she hasn’t,” Jen truthfully denied.
“Well, would you like the opportunity to get her back?” Queen Mistress Heather mischievously questioned.
“Umm,” Jen paused for a moment.
“No, no, she wouldn’t,” Tickle Mistress Wendy interjected with her own opinion.
“I didn’t ask you, Wendy,” Queen Mistress Heather asserted her authority. “Jen, would you like to tickle Wendy? She’s very ticklish.”
“Yes, I would,” Jen decided very quickly this time, eager to get back at Tickle Mistress Wendy for the tickles she had received earlier that day and the day before.
“Lock her in,” Queen Mistress Heather ordered her handmaidens, and Wendy was soon tied up on the tickle table. “Now, Jen, I want you to find and tickle Wendy’s most ticklish spot.”
“That sounds like a fun challenge,” Jen accepted as she headed over to a nervous Wendy.
“If you tickle me, I will find a way to torture you,” Wendy threatened Jen before she had a chance to start tickling the Tickle Mistress. “I have nearly unlimited access to tickle machines, and I will try all of them until I find something that tickle tortures you.”
“No, you won’t, by order of the Queen Mistress,” Heather dispelled the threat just as soon as it came into play. “I am asking her to perform a test as part of an entry interview, and you will not mess with that test with your threats. I don’t care how much you don’t enjoy being on the receiving end; you can stand this for the purpose of the interview. Jen, you may go ahead and tickle her.”
“Let’s see how ticklish your armpits are,” Jen deviously stated to a submissive Wendy. “Tickle, tickle, tickle!”
“HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!” Mistress Wendy’s giggles were clear as Jen began tickling the armpits of her helpless superior. “HEHEHEHEHE THIHIHIHIS IHIHIHIHISNT BAHAHAHAD!”
“Yeah, I didn’t really expect that spot to be too bad, but it was worth a look,” Jen acknowledged that her initial guess was wrong. “How about your ribs? Are they tickle, tickle, ticklish?”
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Tickle Mistress Wendy’s giggles turned into laughter, although not too loud or desperate yet, as Jen’s fingers found a new home counting up and down her ticklish ribs. “AHAHAHAHAHAHA!” In this place, Wendy refused to give anything to Jen except for pure laughter.
“Well, I’m clearly getting warmer, but this definitely isn’t the spot,” Jen analyzed the situation. “I know that you might be trying to convince me by not saying anything else through your laughter, but I’m no machine, and I can tell when you’re lying. How about your ticklish tummy? Is it your worst spot?”
“AHAHAHAHA THAHAHAHAHAT TIHIHIHIHICKLEHEHES!” Tickle Mistress Wendy’s laughter grew, but not to the point of being desperate, as her midriff was tickled by her new protégé. “THAHAHAHAHAT IHIHIHIHIHIS SOHOHOHOHO TIHIHIHICKLY!”
“Not as tickly as it would be if it were your worst spot,” Jen saw through Wendy’s attempts to convince her of an incorrect spot. Despite knowing this, though, the tickler made sure to test all the spots on Wendy’s stomach, from wiggling a finger inside her bellybutton to squeezing her sensitive sides. “Well, I think we’ve proven that this spot isn’t ticklish enough, so let’s see what else is down further. Oh, I think I see some thighs. Are they ticklish, Tickle Mistress?”
“AHAHAHAHAHA!” Wendy’s laughter could not be stopped as Jen found a more ticklish area, squeezing the thighs the Tickle Mistress had left open due to her wearing shorts. At this point, her squirming started to become visible, and Wendy was clearly beginning to be in distress. “STAHAHAHAHAHAP JEHEHEHEHEN! THAHAHAHAHAHATS TOHOHOHO TIHIHIHIHIHICKLIHIHIHISH! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHESE! IHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIM BEHEHEHEHEHEHEGGIHIHIHIHING YUHUHUHUHUHUHUHU!”
“No, this isn’t your worst spot, so don’t try and convince me of it,” Jen flatly denied Wendy’s attempts to convince her not to go to the Tickle Mistress’ true worst spot. “If it were, then that squirming would mean that you aren’t very ticklish at all, and you wouldn’t really have a reason to hate tickling.”
“You know, Wendy, being on the table, you might not appreciate her skill, but you’ll eventually admire the aptitude she’s showing for identifying tickle spots,” Queen Mistress Heather uttered her first comment since Wendy’s tickling had begun.
“Now let’s see about those bare feet you’ve got all exposed for me,” Jen announced before tickling the feet at the end of the tickle table.
“NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!” The begging from Wendy started at the first touch on her bare soles, as did desperate squirming and all attempts to get away from Jen. “JEHEHEHEN STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP! IHIHIHIHIHIHIM OHOHOHOHORDEHEHEHERIHIHING YUHUHUHUHUHUHU TOHOHOHOHOHO STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!”
“Well, as you should know, I’m actually taking orders from Queen Mistress Heather now,” Jen highlighted the order of authority in the room. “And she told me to tickle your most ticklish spot when I found it. Based on your reactions to the tickling, I’ve found it, and I’m more than happy to oblige Queen Mistress Heather’s request. Tickle, tickle, tickle, the Tickle Mistress is so, so ticklish herself!”
“AHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHOHO!” Tickle Mistress Wendy kept pleading for Jen to stop tickling her bare feet, although such pleading was in vain. Similar to what she had done at Wendy’s midsection, Jen tested all the different parts of Wendy’s feet, finding that her soles were most definitely the most sensitive part of the feet. “STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIHIT NOHOHOHOHOHOHOW! NOHOHOHOHOHO DOHOHOHOHOHONT TIHIHIHIHICKLEHEHE THEHEHEHEHEHEHERE!” Wendy continued to protest the tickle torture she was receiving as Jen’s nails tickled up and down, up and down, up and down her bare soles, never once deviating from their cruel path.
“Tickle, tickle, tickle!” Jen teased her victim. “Does someone have sensitive soles? I think you do! I’m going to just keep on tickling those sensitive soles until Queen Mistress Heather tells me to show you some mercy, and then if I ever get the chance to again, I’m going to tickle you again! Tickle, tickle, tickle your ticklish soles!”
Queen Mistress Heather was very pleased with her new employee’s talented tickling and her teasing of the Tickle Mistress, “Jen, this is great! I’ve never seen someone so quickly combine tickling and teasing like that on someone they just started tickling. I can already tell that you won’t disappoint wherever I decide to put you. But Wendy does look like she’s starting to run out of breath, so you should stop now.” Jen ceased her tickle torment of Wendy, and the Tickle Mistress began taking in gulps of air to try and catch her breath. When she believed Wendy was listening, Queen Mistress Heather addressed her, “Now, Wendy, you are not to punish Jen in any capacity for how she has just tickled you. I ordered her to tickle you, and you are not to take any action against someone who is following the Queen Mistress’ orders, or there will be significant consequences. Do you understand?”
“I understand,” Tickle Mistress Wendy agreed as she continued catching her breath, a hint of fear still in her voice. “I may still tickle her, but not in any punishing way, just in the standard fun way that I’m sure she likes.”
“That would be acceptable,” Queen Mistress Heather allowed. “Let her out and help her back to her chair. Also, she’ll probably want some water; get her as much as she wants.” The handmaidens complied quickly, and soon Wendy was the one being offered and gulping down glasses of water. As Wendy was recovering, Heather turned back to Jen, “Now, Jen, I would like you to tickle me. Like you, I have a very ticklish belly and bellybutton, and I want to see firsthand your methods. You can tickle me as much as you want until I say ‘Gold’, and at that point, I’ve had enough. Got it?”
“Yes, Queen Mistress Heather,” Jen confirmed.
“Alright, put me in,” the Queen Mistress gave control to her handmaidens. They took it with glee, tying her down to the tickle table. “You all know that I can be hard to hear while I’m laughing, so if Jen doesn’t hear me say the safe word, please make sure to let her know. Alright, Jen, I’m yours to tickle.”
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“Well, I’d like to be tickling people, a lot,” Jen announced. “My favorite kind of tickling is when the people enjoy it, though. That’s usually when I’m my most effective, too. But I actually want one thing more than that. I talked a little about my friend Maddie earlier, and I want to see her again. She has been my best friend my entire life, and I can’t bear to think about living here without her. Also, she’s more talented at tickling than me, and I think she’d be a good fit here at the Tickle Cartel.”
“As hard as that is for me to believe that there’s someone better at tickling than you, I’ve already been surprised today, so I’d be willing to preliminarily accept that,” Queen Mistress Heather went against her better judgment. “However, I also want to know what exactly you want to do. I’m not sure that you know all the potential positions within the Tickle Cartel, but it sounds like you want to be a transporter who tickles the future tickle slaves on the way in or a permanent tickler assigned to one of the facilities. I’m not sure that I can promise you that there’s a place with people who enjoy being tickled, though. That’s typically hard to come by in the Tickle Cartel. Based on that, could you clarify what it is that you would like to be?”
“I mean, being a transporter would be great,” Jen’s face lit up as she stated her desire. “It would be really cool to be able to sail the seas and tickle people. However, I would happily accept a position as a permanent tickler if that’s what you think best suits me. But overall, I really want to see my best friend. I don’t think I can emphasize that enough.”
“I’ll say this: we don’t typically send transporters back to where they are from,” Queen Mistress Heather broadcasted. “There’s too much risk that they’ll be recognized and be forced to reveal the existence of the Tickle Cartel to the world, which could really get us in trouble. I might be able to get you one trip there to bring your friend Maddie back here, but that’s preliminary and not a guarantee at all.”
“I understand,” Jen confirmed.
“I think if you end up doing that, then you’ll end up being assigned permanently as a permanent tickler somewhere, probably in the tickle slave training facilities with Tickle Mistress Wendy or in one of the tickle prisons or dungeons,” Queen Mistress Heather outlined her thought process. “That’s just a probability, since we don’t want your face out everywhere to be seen. However, that would likely put you in a position where you’re tickling people that really don’t want to be tickled; would you still enjoy that?”
“I think I’d still like that,” Jen responded. “I mean, I’m still getting to tickle people; whether or not they enjoy it is up to them.”
“That is true,” Queen Mistress Heather acknowledged. “Tickle Mistress Wendy, I would like your opinion as well on this: Do you think Jen would be good as a permanent tickler?”
“Yes, without a doubt,” Tickle Mistress Wendy endorsed the plan. “The only thing that I would recommend is paying her more because she’s more effective than most ticklers.”
“That would be a discussion for later, but it is definitely a possibility,” Queen Mistress Heather partially deflected the suggestion. “One more thing is that if, and I emphasize the if, I let you go and get your friend Maddie and bring her here, and if she is as good as you say she is, you two might end up working together.”
“That would certainly be nice,” Jen happily stated before continuing, “if you let it happen, of course. I can assure you, though, that Maddie will meet expectations if you give her the chance.”
“We’ll see if that happens,” Queen Mistress Heather continued to take the issue away from Maddie. “Another thing I would like to know is if you have any goals with the Tickle Cartel?”
“I mean, I still don’t know much about the Tickle Cartel yet, but I do want to be both the tickler and the ticklee at some point during my time here,” Jen proclaimed. “I think it’d be fun to be on the other side of the feather every once in a while.”
“That request can very likely be fulfilled,” Queen Mistress Heather revealed. “Every once in a while, ticklers are assigned practice tickle sessions to refine and practice on their tickle skills. Typically, we use tickle slaves as the ticklees for these exercises, but given that it is a practice exercise, someone who genuinely likes being tickled would be a good ticklee. Also, I don’t think the people running it would turn away a volunteer, especially with a good word from their Queen Mistress. I do think that you would have fun as a ticklee in one of those exercises. Any other big goals that you’ve had the time to consider?”
“I don’t think so,” Jen answered. “Maybe later, after I’ve had a while to find out a bit more about the Tickle Cartel, I’ll have more goals.”
“That’s understandable,” Queen Mistress Heather approved. “I didn’t really expect you to have much on that front. But for now, we can move on to me seeing your tickle skills again. Tell me this: Has Tickle Mistress Wendy tickled you since you’ve gotten here?”
“Oh yeah, she tickled me a lot,” Jen acknowledged.
“Has she given you the chance to get her back?” Tickle Mistress Wendy’s eyes went wide as the Queen Mistress asked Jen this.
“No, she hasn’t,” Jen truthfully denied.
“Well, would you like the opportunity to get her back?” Queen Mistress Heather mischievously questioned.
“Umm,” Jen paused for a moment.
“No, no, she wouldn’t,” Tickle Mistress Wendy interjected with her own opinion.
“I didn’t ask you, Wendy,” Queen Mistress Heather asserted her authority. “Jen, would you like to tickle Wendy? She’s very ticklish.”
“Yes, I would,” Jen decided very quickly this time, eager to get back at Tickle Mistress Wendy for the tickles she had received earlier that day and the day before.
“Lock her in,” Queen Mistress Heather ordered her handmaidens, and Wendy was soon tied up on the tickle table. “Now, Jen, I want you to find and tickle Wendy’s most ticklish spot.”
“That sounds like a fun challenge,” Jen accepted as she headed over to a nervous Wendy.
“If you tickle me, I will find a way to torture you,” Wendy threatened Jen before she had a chance to start tickling the Tickle Mistress. “I have nearly unlimited access to tickle machines, and I will try all of them until I find something that tickle tortures you.”
“No, you won’t, by order of the Queen Mistress,” Heather dispelled the threat just as soon as it came into play. “I am asking her to perform a test as part of an entry interview, and you will not mess with that test with your threats. I don’t care how much you don’t enjoy being on the receiving end; you can stand this for the purpose of the interview. Jen, you may go ahead and tickle her.”
“Let’s see how ticklish your armpits are,” Jen deviously stated to a submissive Wendy. “Tickle, tickle, tickle!”
“HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!” Mistress Wendy’s giggles were clear as Jen began tickling the armpits of her helpless superior. “HEHEHEHEHE THIHIHIHIS IHIHIHIHISNT BAHAHAHAD!”
“Yeah, I didn’t really expect that spot to be too bad, but it was worth a look,” Jen acknowledged that her initial guess was wrong. “How about your ribs? Are they tickle, tickle, ticklish?”
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Tickle Mistress Wendy’s giggles turned into laughter, although not too loud or desperate yet, as Jen’s fingers found a new home counting up and down her ticklish ribs. “AHAHAHAHAHAHA!” In this place, Wendy refused to give anything to Jen except for pure laughter.
“Well, I’m clearly getting warmer, but this definitely isn’t the spot,” Jen analyzed the situation. “I know that you might be trying to convince me by not saying anything else through your laughter, but I’m no machine, and I can tell when you’re lying. How about your ticklish tummy? Is it your worst spot?”
“AHAHAHAHA THAHAHAHAHAT TIHIHIHIHICKLEHEHES!” Tickle Mistress Wendy’s laughter grew, but not to the point of being desperate, as her midriff was tickled by her new protégé. “THAHAHAHAHAT IHIHIHIHIHIS SOHOHOHOHO TIHIHIHICKLY!”
“Not as tickly as it would be if it were your worst spot,” Jen saw through Wendy’s attempts to convince her of an incorrect spot. Despite knowing this, though, the tickler made sure to test all the spots on Wendy’s stomach, from wiggling a finger inside her bellybutton to squeezing her sensitive sides. “Well, I think we’ve proven that this spot isn’t ticklish enough, so let’s see what else is down further. Oh, I think I see some thighs. Are they ticklish, Tickle Mistress?”
“AHAHAHAHAHA!” Wendy’s laughter could not be stopped as Jen found a more ticklish area, squeezing the thighs the Tickle Mistress had left open due to her wearing shorts. At this point, her squirming started to become visible, and Wendy was clearly beginning to be in distress. “STAHAHAHAHAHAP JEHEHEHEHEN! THAHAHAHAHAHATS TOHOHOHO TIHIHIHIHIHICKLIHIHIHISH! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHESE! IHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIM BEHEHEHEHEHEHEGGIHIHIHIHING YUHUHUHUHUHUHUHU!”
“No, this isn’t your worst spot, so don’t try and convince me of it,” Jen flatly denied Wendy’s attempts to convince her not to go to the Tickle Mistress’ true worst spot. “If it were, then that squirming would mean that you aren’t very ticklish at all, and you wouldn’t really have a reason to hate tickling.”
“You know, Wendy, being on the table, you might not appreciate her skill, but you’ll eventually admire the aptitude she’s showing for identifying tickle spots,” Queen Mistress Heather uttered her first comment since Wendy’s tickling had begun.
“Now let’s see about those bare feet you’ve got all exposed for me,” Jen announced before tickling the feet at the end of the tickle table.
“NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!” The begging from Wendy started at the first touch on her bare soles, as did desperate squirming and all attempts to get away from Jen. “JEHEHEHEN STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP! IHIHIHIHIHIHIM OHOHOHOHORDEHEHEHERIHIHING YUHUHUHUHUHUHU TOHOHOHOHOHO STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!”
“Well, as you should know, I’m actually taking orders from Queen Mistress Heather now,” Jen highlighted the order of authority in the room. “And she told me to tickle your most ticklish spot when I found it. Based on your reactions to the tickling, I’ve found it, and I’m more than happy to oblige Queen Mistress Heather’s request. Tickle, tickle, tickle, the Tickle Mistress is so, so ticklish herself!”
“AHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHOHO!” Tickle Mistress Wendy kept pleading for Jen to stop tickling her bare feet, although such pleading was in vain. Similar to what she had done at Wendy’s midsection, Jen tested all the different parts of Wendy’s feet, finding that her soles were most definitely the most sensitive part of the feet. “STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIHIT NOHOHOHOHOHOHOW! NOHOHOHOHOHO DOHOHOHOHOHONT TIHIHIHIHICKLEHEHE THEHEHEHEHEHEHERE!” Wendy continued to protest the tickle torture she was receiving as Jen’s nails tickled up and down, up and down, up and down her bare soles, never once deviating from their cruel path.
“Tickle, tickle, tickle!” Jen teased her victim. “Does someone have sensitive soles? I think you do! I’m going to just keep on tickling those sensitive soles until Queen Mistress Heather tells me to show you some mercy, and then if I ever get the chance to again, I’m going to tickle you again! Tickle, tickle, tickle your ticklish soles!”
Queen Mistress Heather was very pleased with her new employee’s talented tickling and her teasing of the Tickle Mistress, “Jen, this is great! I’ve never seen someone so quickly combine tickling and teasing like that on someone they just started tickling. I can already tell that you won’t disappoint wherever I decide to put you. But Wendy does look like she’s starting to run out of breath, so you should stop now.” Jen ceased her tickle torment of Wendy, and the Tickle Mistress began taking in gulps of air to try and catch her breath. When she believed Wendy was listening, Queen Mistress Heather addressed her, “Now, Wendy, you are not to punish Jen in any capacity for how she has just tickled you. I ordered her to tickle you, and you are not to take any action against someone who is following the Queen Mistress’ orders, or there will be significant consequences. Do you understand?”
“I understand,” Tickle Mistress Wendy agreed as she continued catching her breath, a hint of fear still in her voice. “I may still tickle her, but not in any punishing way, just in the standard fun way that I’m sure she likes.”
“That would be acceptable,” Queen Mistress Heather allowed. “Let her out and help her back to her chair. Also, she’ll probably want some water; get her as much as she wants.” The handmaidens complied quickly, and soon Wendy was the one being offered and gulping down glasses of water. As Wendy was recovering, Heather turned back to Jen, “Now, Jen, I would like you to tickle me. Like you, I have a very ticklish belly and bellybutton, and I want to see firsthand your methods. You can tickle me as much as you want until I say ‘Gold’, and at that point, I’ve had enough. Got it?”
“Yes, Queen Mistress Heather,” Jen confirmed.
“Alright, put me in,” the Queen Mistress gave control to her handmaidens. They took it with glee, tying her down to the tickle table. “You all know that I can be hard to hear while I’m laughing, so if Jen doesn’t hear me say the safe word, please make sure to let her know. Alright, Jen, I’m yours to tickle.”
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