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Here is the final part of Chapter 15 of Dawn's Story. I hope you enjoy it! Please let me know what you think, and thank you for reading!
Chapter Beginnings
Chapter 1: Perilous Paradise
Chapter 2: The Evil Box
Chapter 3: On the Run
Chapter 4: A New Paradise
Chapter 5: Tummy Testing
Chapter 6: Hidden Citizen
Chapter 7: Tummy Training
Chapter 8: Sessions and Reflections
Chapter 9: Full Citizen
Chapter 10: The Mistress
Chapter 11: Royals and Revelations
Chapter 12: The Rarest Reunion
Chapter 13: Novice Mistress
Chapter 14: Taking Control
Chapter 15: Mistress Dawn
Chapter 16: Free Friends
Chapter 17: Thursday Trips
Previous Chapter
Chapter 15: Mistress Dawn, Part 6
Dawn began Connor’s final punishment by straddling him and blowing a rib raspberry.
“NOHOHOHO PLEHEHEHEASE!” he begged as her mouth attacked the right side of his ribs.
“This is a punishment, Con,” she announced right before blowing into the left ribs.
“MIHIHIHISTREHEHESS! NOHOHOHOT THAHAHAT!”
“PFFFFFFT!” Ignoring Connor’s pleas, Dawn alternated between the right and left sets of his most ticklish spot for a couple of minutes before taking a break. “Still feeling bad about tickling me and earning yourself this punishment?” she questioned as her fingers dug into the sensitive ribcage.
“YEHEHEHES IHIHIHI AHAHAM!”
“I’m glad you’re aware of that, but you still earned this. PFFFT!” Another trio of quick raspberries broke up Connor’s pleading speech, and then Dawn returned to torturing him with her fingers for several minutes. During this tickling, though, she started to tire of focusing on Connor’s laughter. She still paid attention to his volume and tone, but when her dream popped up in her head again, she embraced the distraction. After a few minutes of reminiscing on its perfection, the mistress looked back down at her slave. He was still stretched perfectly on the rack, and his most ticklish spots were exposed for tickling. In her dream, Dawn had been on the rack, available for Connor to tickle, and swapping places with him came to the forefront of her mind. His fingers could be tickling her most sensitive spots, and she could be laughing hysterically instead of him.
That scenario sounded perfect, and it began to take over her thoughts. As she considered it more and more, the mistress forgot that she was punishing her slave for the tickling that had created the dream. Instead, she was demonstrating how he could tickle her until he decided to get her back, with fingers being a tickle tool that worked on both bellies and ribs. She focused on digging into the weakest parts of Connor’s tickle spot, knowing that the same technique would drive her into happy hysterics. In contrast, the fingers were pure torture for her slave, and Dawn hoped the torment would prompt him to quickly express a desire to tickle her. After several minutes of demonstrating this technique, she decided to give him a break to see if he was ready to be the tickler.
“Please, Mistress, please, no more tickling.” When Connor got his breath back, he immediately used it to beg. “I know I’ve said it several times, but I’m so sorry about tickling you Sunday night.”
‘No, that attitude won’t do,’ Dawn thought. ‘He needs to want to get back at me. Maybe he needs another good tool to use. What else would work great on both of us?’
“Mistress, not those! Please!” Connor’s eyes widened as his mistress grabbed a pair of toothbrushes.
“I bet this’ll teach you, Con!” The toothbrushes dropped down to the bare ribs and began buzzing.
“NOHOHOHOHO! AHAHAHAHA!” Connor soon saw the futility in begging, and he fell back into pure laughter.
‘Oh, well, hopefully instead of begging, he’ll remember how much these can tickle on my belly,’ Dawn considered. ‘I can’t wait until he tickles me with them; I’ll be in hysterics.’ Again, the tickle-hungry mistress tormented her slave for a while as he suffered.
After the toothbrush tickling ended and Connor got over his residual giggles, he exclaimed, “Mistress, I’ve learned my lesson! I won’t even consider tickling you ever again!”
‘That wasn’t the lesson he was supposed to learn.’ Dawn began looking around for new tools, and she settled on her recently bought massage gloves. ‘Maybe this will teach him.’
“NOHOHOHOHOHOHO! MIHIHISTREHEHESS! THAHAHAT’S TOHOHOHO- AHAHAHAHA!” The tickle slave let out a short plea before remembering that his words would not make a difference.
‘Well, he hasn’t learned his real lesson, so I guess I’ll just have to keep tickling him. I hope he’ll see how effective these could be on me soon. I mean, they may not be as effective as when I tickle Lily, Jen, or Maddie, but that’s just because I’ve got an outie. Innie bellybuttons are way too perfect for this glove; just stick a finger in for a full-button tickle. However, he’ll probably realize that he can buzz the top and sides of my outie, just like with the toothbrush.’ Connor continued laughing hysterically, showing no signs of wanting to use the gloves on Dawn. Looking down at her slave, the mistress mused, ‘Maybe I should help him see where this could be used. After all, I think my pointer finger would fit perfectly in his innie, and he could see the full potential of the glove.’
“EHEHEEK! MIHIHISTREHEHEHESS! THAHAHAT TIHIHICKLEHEHES!” Although one glove stayed on his ribs and buzzed them as the fingers danced, the movement of the other glove to his belly allowed Connor to regain his speech.
“Yes, it does tickle, doesn’t it?” Dawn teased. “You didn’t think I’d forget about a ticklish bellybutton, did you?”
Pleased with her casual mention of a sensitive navel, the mistress returned to her mind with confidence, ‘Good. That should put the image of my ticklish bellybutton in his mind. I don’t know what I’ll do if he doesn’t at least express some desire to tickle me after this.’
“PLEHEHEHEASE! GEHEHET THEHEHERE MOHOHOHORE!”
‘Well, I suppose I can take some time to remind him of how ticklish my belly is, too.’
“You want me to tickle your tummy, Con?” she teasingly questioned as the other glove left his ribs for his midriff. “You like being tickled there? It’s not your ribs, but I know it’s still really ticklish.”
“YEHEHEHEHES IHIHIHIT IHIHIHIHIS!” Sounding relieved now that the rib tickling was temporarily over, Connor encouraged her.
‘I think it’s working! He’s got to be thinking about belly tickling. I’ll do this for a little bit and then move one hand back to his ribs to remind him of the laughter I want to be belting out. Yes!’
As she planned, Dawn wiggled her buzzing fingers over her slave’s stomach for a couple of minutes. Then she moved her right hand up to the ribs and ruthlessly scribbled Connor’s worst spot. To emphasize the button sensitivity, she stuck her other hand’s glove-covered pointer finger inside the innie and let it buzz the walls. Surely, the combination of laughter and navel tickling would convey how she wanted to be tickled. She continued for another ten minutes to get the point across as clearly as possible.
Following the ten minutes, she removed the gloves and deactivated them. She let Connor catch his breath, eagerly anticipating an expression of his desire to tickle her. “Please, Mistress. Please no more.”
‘I don’t need him to beg for me to stop; I need him to want to tickle me. It’s too bad his ribs aren’t ticklish to soft stuff like my tummy; otherwise, I could use feathers or regular paintbrushes to get through to him. Oh, well. Guess I need to go back to raspberries.’
“PFFFFFFT!”
“NOHOHOHO NOHOHOHOT THAHAHAT AHAHAGAHAHAIN!”
‘If you didn’t want this again, you should have shown me that you were ready to tickle me. I mean, it’s not that hard. You were looking at my belly so much earlier, and now you’re just dead set on avoiding it. It doesn’t matter that I’ve got it covered. I know you could reach under my shirt or lift it up; Jen and Maddie do that all the time. You’re not getting out until you tell me that you want to tickle me, and maybe how you’re going to do it, too.’
Having not spoken very much during the other ticklings, Dawn had enough breath to raspberry her slave’s ribcage for around double the earlier time. She gave him a chance to talk, but he just pleaded, so she picked up the pair of toothbrushes and attacked his tickle spot again. In the middle of that, she moved a brush into his bellybutton, desperately hoping her desire to be tickled there would get through to him. Unfortunately, he began begging when he got enough energy to speak again, so she returned it to his ribs. Following roughly ten minutes of toothbrush tickle torment, Dawn provided another opportunity for Connor to talk, but he failed to impress her. She retaliated by grabbing some baby oil, massaging it into his ribs, and then digging her fingers in, causing her slave to scream with wordless laughter.
After several minutes of merciless finger tickling had passed, and with no plans to stop soon, an unexpected “MIHIHISTREHEHESS DAHAHAHAWN!” plea snapped Dawn back to reality. She had not stretched Connor out on the rack to inspire him to tickle her; it was her last extended time to tickle him before she freed him. Of course he had not expressed a desire to tickle her, because this tickling was designed to prevent that. In fact, she recalled, this was to punish him for tickling her before she officially allowed it.
Even after realizing the context in which she was tickling Connor, Dawn did not immediately stop. She was planning to free him later, and at the very least, this final punishment should give him some ideas about how to tickle her when he could. To ensure the lesson stuck, she decided to give him one more round with all the methods that worked on both his ribs and her stomach. She focused on counting up and down his ribs until his laughter began to wane, necessitating a pause. Following the break, she started with another long lesson using the massage gloves, squeezing his ribs gently to imitate how he should tickle her outie. She then launched two one-minute zerbert frenzies, one on each set of ribs. Finally, she buzzed each and every rib with a toothbrush, spending about a minute on each one.
Satisfied with how effectively she had demonstrated each method, Dawn decided to give Connor a hint about where he should eventually target and blew a quick raspberry in his bellybutton. His yelp was not nearly as loud as she wanted, and it felt wrong to end the punishment session like that. To fix that, she squeezed his ribs a few times, and the resulting shrieks sounded perfect. “Alright, Con, what did you think about that punishment?”
“It was torture, Mistress. Please tell me it’s over,” he answered, his eyes begging to be let out.
“I think it can be over.” She smiled down at him and put the Rib Counter back on.
‘Hopefully that sticks in his mind and gives him some ideas after he’s free. I can’t wait until he uses all those tools and blows raspberries on my belly. It’ll be a blast.’
Unlike several other times when she used it, Connor did not complain about the machine being strapped around his ribs. She loosened the bonds and then helped him off the rack, letting him lean on her for the short walk to the couch. “Con, would you prefer watching TV or playing games next?”
“If it’s alright, I’d like to watch TV for now, at least until I feel a bit stronger.”
“That’s fine,” she affirmed, then got up from the couch. “Here’s the remote. Pick something to watch while I get some water.”
“Okay, Mistress,” he turned on the television as she headed upstairs. Putting their water bottles from the prior day in the dishwasher, she grabbed another pair and filled them up. When she reached the downstairs hallway, she took a glance at what Connor was watching and stopped in her tracks. He had found a rerun of Tummies on Tabletops. Despite not telling him earlier, she had watched this show before, religiously when she lived in the apartment. Back then, Cecelia did her best to repeat the tickling on screen with Dawn’s bare belly. Taking a quick breath, she composed herself and entered the downstairs living room.
“I’m surprised you picked out a tickling show so soon after a punishment, Con,” she declared, handing him his water bottle.
“It’s Tummies on Tabletops, and I thought you might enjoy it. The ladies at Felicity’s, even the tummy-ticklish ones, liked watching it.”
“Actually, I forgot to tell you, but I have seen all of the seasons so far. Cecelia and I used to watch it.”
“Oh, so you enjoy it?” he hopefully asked.
“I love it, Con. When the next season comes on, you and I will be watching.”
“Great! And I won’t have to worry about being held down and tickled, right?”
“Not for most of it, at least. Even if I do decide to tickle you, it will be during the commercials, and there will be me and two others, maximum.”
“Well, I suppose that’s better than five or six ticklers, minimum.” Connor had winced when Dawn hinted at tickling him, but relaxed a little after realizing it would not be anything like what he used to endure.
“Anyways, if you’d like to watch something else, you don’t have to find something that you think I’ll enjoy. I just had a whole lot of fun tickling you, and you deserve to enjoy yourself.”
“Well, it’s been a while since I watched this…”
“Then we can watch it,” she reassured him. Then, with a smirk, she pulled out the Rib Counter remote and teasingly added, “Just don’t get any ideas from the show. I still have this.”
“Oh, Mistress, I wasn’t even-”
She giggled. “I know, Con. I was just teasing you. After that punishment, I didn’t think you’d try anything. Now be quiet. Let’s enjoy the show.”
He nodded and turned his attention back to the television. After watching for a few minutes, one of the outie owners on screen found herself in the middle of a group, who pounced. They tied her to a table and began tickling, and once again, Dawn began thinking about how soon she could get herself under Connor’s fingers. Her thoughts naturally drifted to freeing him, and now that his final punishment for Sunday was done, she could take him to Tickle Slave Operations anytime. However, she decided that she wanted the first tickling between them to happen as quickly as possible after he was free. Not knowing how long it would take to actually free Connor, she glanced at the clock. It was approaching 11 am, and they would probably want to eat right before or right after she freed him. Not wanting to draw out her first tickling but also not wanting to upset Connor, who was entranced by the show, Dawn decided to make lunch immediately after the episode ended. She half-heartedly watched for the remaining time as she considered the quickest meal to make from the ingredients she and Connor had bought yesterday.
When the Tummies on Tabletops episode finally ended at 11 am sharp, Dawn got up and impatiently stated, “Con, time to fix lunch.”
“Yes, Mistress,” he immediately shut the television off and followed her upstairs. “What would you like me to do?”
“Get started sautéing this,” she grabbed a skillet and some chicken.
“Yes, Mistress.”
The two made a quick chicken salad, and once they had filled their plates, Dawn sat down, fidgeting with anticipation for their post-lunch activities. Connor took his own seat and dug in, but soon looked over and noticed her twitching. Breaking from his normal meal silence, he chose to start the lunch conversation, “Mistress, what would you like to do after lunch?”
“We’re going out, Con.”
“Sounds like fun. Where?”
“That’s a surprise,” she managed to calm her fidgeting and smiled. “But you’ll be smiling there, I’m sure.”
He took a nervous gulp of water, responded, “Okay, Mistress,” and went silent.
‘Well, at least you should be smiling, and probably in a different way than you’re thinking now,’ she considered as she looked over her soon-to-be-free tickle slave. ‘Plus, after we get home, it’ll be me who’s smiling and laughing. Then we can both enjoy ourselves more than the past few days.’
Having quieted Connor, Dawn tried to keep him from asking more questions by sitting still, but her fidgeting eventually returned. The slave, however, did not ask anything else, dismayed at his mistress’ apparent threat to tickle torture him. Instead, the two ate their meal quickly, then Connor put both sets of dishes in the dishwasher without prompting. Dawn ordered him to put the remaining food away and headed back to her room. Once she grabbed her checkbook and the folder of information for freeing Connor, she walked back out to the kitchen.
“What’s that, Mistress?” he wondered.
Instead of answering, she nodded towards the door and stated, “Let’s head out.”
“Yes, Mistress.” He walked out the door, visibly nervous about her intentions. She followed, excited to give him the gift he had come to the island to give her.
Next Chapter
Chapter 16: Free Friends, Part 1
Chapter Beginnings
Chapter 1: Perilous Paradise
Chapter 2: The Evil Box
Chapter 3: On the Run
Chapter 4: A New Paradise
Chapter 5: Tummy Testing
Chapter 6: Hidden Citizen
Chapter 7: Tummy Training
Chapter 8: Sessions and Reflections
Chapter 9: Full Citizen
Chapter 10: The Mistress
Chapter 11: Royals and Revelations
Chapter 12: The Rarest Reunion
Chapter 13: Novice Mistress
Chapter 14: Taking Control
Chapter 15: Mistress Dawn
Chapter 16: Free Friends
Chapter 17: Thursday Trips
Previous Chapter
Chapter 15: Mistress Dawn, Part 6
Dawn began Connor’s final punishment by straddling him and blowing a rib raspberry.
“NOHOHOHO PLEHEHEHEASE!” he begged as her mouth attacked the right side of his ribs.
“This is a punishment, Con,” she announced right before blowing into the left ribs.
“MIHIHIHISTREHEHESS! NOHOHOHOT THAHAHAT!”
“PFFFFFFT!” Ignoring Connor’s pleas, Dawn alternated between the right and left sets of his most ticklish spot for a couple of minutes before taking a break. “Still feeling bad about tickling me and earning yourself this punishment?” she questioned as her fingers dug into the sensitive ribcage.
“YEHEHEHES IHIHIHI AHAHAM!”
“I’m glad you’re aware of that, but you still earned this. PFFFT!” Another trio of quick raspberries broke up Connor’s pleading speech, and then Dawn returned to torturing him with her fingers for several minutes. During this tickling, though, she started to tire of focusing on Connor’s laughter. She still paid attention to his volume and tone, but when her dream popped up in her head again, she embraced the distraction. After a few minutes of reminiscing on its perfection, the mistress looked back down at her slave. He was still stretched perfectly on the rack, and his most ticklish spots were exposed for tickling. In her dream, Dawn had been on the rack, available for Connor to tickle, and swapping places with him came to the forefront of her mind. His fingers could be tickling her most sensitive spots, and she could be laughing hysterically instead of him.
That scenario sounded perfect, and it began to take over her thoughts. As she considered it more and more, the mistress forgot that she was punishing her slave for the tickling that had created the dream. Instead, she was demonstrating how he could tickle her until he decided to get her back, with fingers being a tickle tool that worked on both bellies and ribs. She focused on digging into the weakest parts of Connor’s tickle spot, knowing that the same technique would drive her into happy hysterics. In contrast, the fingers were pure torture for her slave, and Dawn hoped the torment would prompt him to quickly express a desire to tickle her. After several minutes of demonstrating this technique, she decided to give him a break to see if he was ready to be the tickler.
“Please, Mistress, please, no more tickling.” When Connor got his breath back, he immediately used it to beg. “I know I’ve said it several times, but I’m so sorry about tickling you Sunday night.”
‘No, that attitude won’t do,’ Dawn thought. ‘He needs to want to get back at me. Maybe he needs another good tool to use. What else would work great on both of us?’
“Mistress, not those! Please!” Connor’s eyes widened as his mistress grabbed a pair of toothbrushes.
“I bet this’ll teach you, Con!” The toothbrushes dropped down to the bare ribs and began buzzing.
“NOHOHOHOHO! AHAHAHAHA!” Connor soon saw the futility in begging, and he fell back into pure laughter.
‘Oh, well, hopefully instead of begging, he’ll remember how much these can tickle on my belly,’ Dawn considered. ‘I can’t wait until he tickles me with them; I’ll be in hysterics.’ Again, the tickle-hungry mistress tormented her slave for a while as he suffered.
After the toothbrush tickling ended and Connor got over his residual giggles, he exclaimed, “Mistress, I’ve learned my lesson! I won’t even consider tickling you ever again!”
‘That wasn’t the lesson he was supposed to learn.’ Dawn began looking around for new tools, and she settled on her recently bought massage gloves. ‘Maybe this will teach him.’
“NOHOHOHOHOHOHO! MIHIHISTREHEHESS! THAHAHAT’S TOHOHOHO- AHAHAHAHA!” The tickle slave let out a short plea before remembering that his words would not make a difference.
‘Well, he hasn’t learned his real lesson, so I guess I’ll just have to keep tickling him. I hope he’ll see how effective these could be on me soon. I mean, they may not be as effective as when I tickle Lily, Jen, or Maddie, but that’s just because I’ve got an outie. Innie bellybuttons are way too perfect for this glove; just stick a finger in for a full-button tickle. However, he’ll probably realize that he can buzz the top and sides of my outie, just like with the toothbrush.’ Connor continued laughing hysterically, showing no signs of wanting to use the gloves on Dawn. Looking down at her slave, the mistress mused, ‘Maybe I should help him see where this could be used. After all, I think my pointer finger would fit perfectly in his innie, and he could see the full potential of the glove.’
“EHEHEEK! MIHIHISTREHEHEHESS! THAHAHAT TIHIHICKLEHEHES!” Although one glove stayed on his ribs and buzzed them as the fingers danced, the movement of the other glove to his belly allowed Connor to regain his speech.
“Yes, it does tickle, doesn’t it?” Dawn teased. “You didn’t think I’d forget about a ticklish bellybutton, did you?”
Pleased with her casual mention of a sensitive navel, the mistress returned to her mind with confidence, ‘Good. That should put the image of my ticklish bellybutton in his mind. I don’t know what I’ll do if he doesn’t at least express some desire to tickle me after this.’
“PLEHEHEHEASE! GEHEHET THEHEHERE MOHOHOHORE!”
‘Well, I suppose I can take some time to remind him of how ticklish my belly is, too.’
“You want me to tickle your tummy, Con?” she teasingly questioned as the other glove left his ribs for his midriff. “You like being tickled there? It’s not your ribs, but I know it’s still really ticklish.”
“YEHEHEHEHES IHIHIHIT IHIHIHIHIS!” Sounding relieved now that the rib tickling was temporarily over, Connor encouraged her.
‘I think it’s working! He’s got to be thinking about belly tickling. I’ll do this for a little bit and then move one hand back to his ribs to remind him of the laughter I want to be belting out. Yes!’
As she planned, Dawn wiggled her buzzing fingers over her slave’s stomach for a couple of minutes. Then she moved her right hand up to the ribs and ruthlessly scribbled Connor’s worst spot. To emphasize the button sensitivity, she stuck her other hand’s glove-covered pointer finger inside the innie and let it buzz the walls. Surely, the combination of laughter and navel tickling would convey how she wanted to be tickled. She continued for another ten minutes to get the point across as clearly as possible.
Following the ten minutes, she removed the gloves and deactivated them. She let Connor catch his breath, eagerly anticipating an expression of his desire to tickle her. “Please, Mistress. Please no more.”
‘I don’t need him to beg for me to stop; I need him to want to tickle me. It’s too bad his ribs aren’t ticklish to soft stuff like my tummy; otherwise, I could use feathers or regular paintbrushes to get through to him. Oh, well. Guess I need to go back to raspberries.’
“PFFFFFFT!”
“NOHOHOHO NOHOHOHOT THAHAHAT AHAHAGAHAHAIN!”
‘If you didn’t want this again, you should have shown me that you were ready to tickle me. I mean, it’s not that hard. You were looking at my belly so much earlier, and now you’re just dead set on avoiding it. It doesn’t matter that I’ve got it covered. I know you could reach under my shirt or lift it up; Jen and Maddie do that all the time. You’re not getting out until you tell me that you want to tickle me, and maybe how you’re going to do it, too.’
Having not spoken very much during the other ticklings, Dawn had enough breath to raspberry her slave’s ribcage for around double the earlier time. She gave him a chance to talk, but he just pleaded, so she picked up the pair of toothbrushes and attacked his tickle spot again. In the middle of that, she moved a brush into his bellybutton, desperately hoping her desire to be tickled there would get through to him. Unfortunately, he began begging when he got enough energy to speak again, so she returned it to his ribs. Following roughly ten minutes of toothbrush tickle torment, Dawn provided another opportunity for Connor to talk, but he failed to impress her. She retaliated by grabbing some baby oil, massaging it into his ribs, and then digging her fingers in, causing her slave to scream with wordless laughter.
After several minutes of merciless finger tickling had passed, and with no plans to stop soon, an unexpected “MIHIHISTREHEHESS DAHAHAHAWN!” plea snapped Dawn back to reality. She had not stretched Connor out on the rack to inspire him to tickle her; it was her last extended time to tickle him before she freed him. Of course he had not expressed a desire to tickle her, because this tickling was designed to prevent that. In fact, she recalled, this was to punish him for tickling her before she officially allowed it.
Even after realizing the context in which she was tickling Connor, Dawn did not immediately stop. She was planning to free him later, and at the very least, this final punishment should give him some ideas about how to tickle her when he could. To ensure the lesson stuck, she decided to give him one more round with all the methods that worked on both his ribs and her stomach. She focused on counting up and down his ribs until his laughter began to wane, necessitating a pause. Following the break, she started with another long lesson using the massage gloves, squeezing his ribs gently to imitate how he should tickle her outie. She then launched two one-minute zerbert frenzies, one on each set of ribs. Finally, she buzzed each and every rib with a toothbrush, spending about a minute on each one.
Satisfied with how effectively she had demonstrated each method, Dawn decided to give Connor a hint about where he should eventually target and blew a quick raspberry in his bellybutton. His yelp was not nearly as loud as she wanted, and it felt wrong to end the punishment session like that. To fix that, she squeezed his ribs a few times, and the resulting shrieks sounded perfect. “Alright, Con, what did you think about that punishment?”
“It was torture, Mistress. Please tell me it’s over,” he answered, his eyes begging to be let out.
“I think it can be over.” She smiled down at him and put the Rib Counter back on.
‘Hopefully that sticks in his mind and gives him some ideas after he’s free. I can’t wait until he uses all those tools and blows raspberries on my belly. It’ll be a blast.’
Unlike several other times when she used it, Connor did not complain about the machine being strapped around his ribs. She loosened the bonds and then helped him off the rack, letting him lean on her for the short walk to the couch. “Con, would you prefer watching TV or playing games next?”
“If it’s alright, I’d like to watch TV for now, at least until I feel a bit stronger.”
“That’s fine,” she affirmed, then got up from the couch. “Here’s the remote. Pick something to watch while I get some water.”
“Okay, Mistress,” he turned on the television as she headed upstairs. Putting their water bottles from the prior day in the dishwasher, she grabbed another pair and filled them up. When she reached the downstairs hallway, she took a glance at what Connor was watching and stopped in her tracks. He had found a rerun of Tummies on Tabletops. Despite not telling him earlier, she had watched this show before, religiously when she lived in the apartment. Back then, Cecelia did her best to repeat the tickling on screen with Dawn’s bare belly. Taking a quick breath, she composed herself and entered the downstairs living room.
“I’m surprised you picked out a tickling show so soon after a punishment, Con,” she declared, handing him his water bottle.
“It’s Tummies on Tabletops, and I thought you might enjoy it. The ladies at Felicity’s, even the tummy-ticklish ones, liked watching it.”
“Actually, I forgot to tell you, but I have seen all of the seasons so far. Cecelia and I used to watch it.”
“Oh, so you enjoy it?” he hopefully asked.
“I love it, Con. When the next season comes on, you and I will be watching.”
“Great! And I won’t have to worry about being held down and tickled, right?”
“Not for most of it, at least. Even if I do decide to tickle you, it will be during the commercials, and there will be me and two others, maximum.”
“Well, I suppose that’s better than five or six ticklers, minimum.” Connor had winced when Dawn hinted at tickling him, but relaxed a little after realizing it would not be anything like what he used to endure.
“Anyways, if you’d like to watch something else, you don’t have to find something that you think I’ll enjoy. I just had a whole lot of fun tickling you, and you deserve to enjoy yourself.”
“Well, it’s been a while since I watched this…”
“Then we can watch it,” she reassured him. Then, with a smirk, she pulled out the Rib Counter remote and teasingly added, “Just don’t get any ideas from the show. I still have this.”
“Oh, Mistress, I wasn’t even-”
She giggled. “I know, Con. I was just teasing you. After that punishment, I didn’t think you’d try anything. Now be quiet. Let’s enjoy the show.”
He nodded and turned his attention back to the television. After watching for a few minutes, one of the outie owners on screen found herself in the middle of a group, who pounced. They tied her to a table and began tickling, and once again, Dawn began thinking about how soon she could get herself under Connor’s fingers. Her thoughts naturally drifted to freeing him, and now that his final punishment for Sunday was done, she could take him to Tickle Slave Operations anytime. However, she decided that she wanted the first tickling between them to happen as quickly as possible after he was free. Not knowing how long it would take to actually free Connor, she glanced at the clock. It was approaching 11 am, and they would probably want to eat right before or right after she freed him. Not wanting to draw out her first tickling but also not wanting to upset Connor, who was entranced by the show, Dawn decided to make lunch immediately after the episode ended. She half-heartedly watched for the remaining time as she considered the quickest meal to make from the ingredients she and Connor had bought yesterday.
When the Tummies on Tabletops episode finally ended at 11 am sharp, Dawn got up and impatiently stated, “Con, time to fix lunch.”
“Yes, Mistress,” he immediately shut the television off and followed her upstairs. “What would you like me to do?”
“Get started sautéing this,” she grabbed a skillet and some chicken.
“Yes, Mistress.”
The two made a quick chicken salad, and once they had filled their plates, Dawn sat down, fidgeting with anticipation for their post-lunch activities. Connor took his own seat and dug in, but soon looked over and noticed her twitching. Breaking from his normal meal silence, he chose to start the lunch conversation, “Mistress, what would you like to do after lunch?”
“We’re going out, Con.”
“Sounds like fun. Where?”
“That’s a surprise,” she managed to calm her fidgeting and smiled. “But you’ll be smiling there, I’m sure.”
He took a nervous gulp of water, responded, “Okay, Mistress,” and went silent.
‘Well, at least you should be smiling, and probably in a different way than you’re thinking now,’ she considered as she looked over her soon-to-be-free tickle slave. ‘Plus, after we get home, it’ll be me who’s smiling and laughing. Then we can both enjoy ourselves more than the past few days.’
Having quieted Connor, Dawn tried to keep him from asking more questions by sitting still, but her fidgeting eventually returned. The slave, however, did not ask anything else, dismayed at his mistress’ apparent threat to tickle torture him. Instead, the two ate their meal quickly, then Connor put both sets of dishes in the dishwasher without prompting. Dawn ordered him to put the remaining food away and headed back to her room. Once she grabbed her checkbook and the folder of information for freeing Connor, she walked back out to the kitchen.
“What’s that, Mistress?” he wondered.
Instead of answering, she nodded towards the door and stated, “Let’s head out.”
“Yes, Mistress.” He walked out the door, visibly nervous about her intentions. She followed, excited to give him the gift he had come to the island to give her.
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Chapter 16: Free Friends, Part 1
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