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Here is the final part of Chapter 16 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 16: Free Friends, Part 7
Still stewing from the argument, Dawn glanced up from her soup a few minutes into dinner. Although she had commanded Connor to drop the topic of surprising Jen and Maddie, she opted to bring it back up, “You know, Con, Jen and Maddie have liked everyone I’ve brought over.”
Connor looked up from his soup, sighed, and looked back down. “I thought we were done arguing.”
“We’re not arguing. I’m just telling you why you shouldn’t worry.”
“They won’t necessarily like me just because they’ve liked everyone else.”
“Con, you’ll be fine. What are you worried about?”
“What are you worried about? You’re not telling them for a reason.”
She took in a deep, tense breath. He was right; she did have a reason. Although she was supremely confident that Jen and Maddie would like Connor after meeting him, she wanted to make sure he got in the door first. Telling them that he was a man would give them an opportunity to keep him from coming over, and even though it was a tiny risk, it was not one Dawn wanted to take. “I told you already. I’m not worried. I want to see their reactions.”
He glanced up again. “And if they’re bad?”
“They won’t be.”
“But they could be.”
“Fine, Con, I’ll play along. In the extreme off chance that they’re bad, then what?”
“I don’t want to be trapped, even with you there, with two people who don’t like me.”
“Then you could go home.”
“Are you sure they’d let me?”
“What are you talking about? If they don’t like you, they’d want you to leave.”
“Or they’d punish me.”
“Punish you?” A line from the call stood out to Dawn. “Is this about Maddie saying you needed to laugh a little? Are you afraid that they’ll tickle you?”
“I’ve had a lot of experience being gang tickled as a slave. I’d rather that not continue now that I’m free.”
“Well, Con, I’ve got bad news and good news for you. Here’s the bad news: Maddie wasn’t joking around about tickling you. She’s a Dungeon Tickler, and she loves tickling new people. At the very least, she will test your tickle spots. So will Jen. She may not be as obsessed as Maddie, but she enjoys being the tickler, too.”
Connor scooted back in his chair. “Do I really need to come?”
“Con, they’ll come over here sometime, and if you don’t let them tickle you tomorrow, they’ll get you then. This is the Tickle Cartel. You won’t be tickled as much, but you will get tickled.”
“At least here I’ll have a place to go if they don’t like me.”
“It’s not going to be because they don’t like you. Plus, if you don’t come with me tomorrow, I’ll make sure you’re tied up when they visit here.”
“Dawn, come on.”
“Con, it’s not like they’ll just tickle you while we’re there. I’ll get tickled, too, and so will Jen. Maybe even Maddie, if we’re lucky. I know that Jen will let you tickle her, and she might help you tickle Maddie once she finds out that you don’t like being tickled. You’ll have fun, and most importantly, they will like you. They’re nice.”
Connor seemed to reconsider after hearing that he would likely get to do some tickling. “Are you sure Jen would let a man tickle her?”
“She loves being tickled as much as I do. She doesn’t care who’s doing the tickling, as long as they’re not trying to torture her.”
“And Maddie?”
“Jen and I have pinned her down and tickled her silly before. It’ll depend on Jen cooperating or being tied down, but in all likelihood, we’ll get Maddie. She can’t take on two people by herself, or three if Jen joins in. Even if you’re not allowed to get Maddie, Jen will probably offer herself up for more tickling as a compromise.”
A smile tugged at the corners of Connor’s lips. “Fine. But if they don’t like me or if I don’t get to tickle at least Jen, you should earn a punishment on the rack.”
Dawn raised her eyebrows at the mention of a specific bondage and punishment. “You know what, Con? Sure. You can punish me if I’m lying to you, but I’m not. In fact, I’m so confident that when I’m right, I won’t punish you for questioning me. You’ll laugh plenty during the visit; I won’t need to add on to that.”
“Fine.” With a frown, he turned back to his soup.
Dawn sighed, “Sorry, Con, I know we already talked plenty about visiting Jen and Maddie, and I shouldn’t have brought it up again. Let’s talk about tomorrow’s lunch visit. You seemed really excited about seeing Felicity and the ladies again.”
“Yes, why wouldn’t I be?”
“I wasn’t sure how happy you would be to jump back in with the people who used to tickle torture you.”
“I’m free.”
“So you don’t think they’ll tickle you?”
“Not unless Mistre-” he stopped later than normal. “Not unless… Felicity… orders them to. I don’t think she will, since I’m free.”
“They sure seemed to love tickling you when I went over there.”
“They did, but they won’t disobey Mistress- their mistress.”
“Are you going to call her Mistress when we go over there, too?”
“Sorry, Mis- Dawn. It’s going to take a while to stop calling her that. I was with her for a long time.”
Dawn smiled reassuringly. “That’s alright, Con. I understand why you keep calling her that. Just know that I may still tease you about it. Plus, calling Felicity ‘Mistress’ to her face may lead to her treating you like a tickle slave. Keep that in mind.”
“Probably, but I’m not sure I can do anything about it. Plus, I dealt with being incessantly tickled for years; I can take a little more. At the very least, she shouldn’t let them get out of control like she used to.”
“She used to let them get out of control?”
“More that she wasn’t always around, but she pays a whole lot more attention to guests than tickle slaves. Plus, you said she might have a job opportunity for me? That means she should spend more time with me than normal.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right.”
“In any case, tickling or not, it will be nice to see all the ladies. They tickled me a ton, but they were still my friends.”
“I bet they were. Cecelia and I were like that when we lived together, too, and we’re still good friends.”
“Well, maybe we can be like that, too.”
“Only if you stop trying to make me do things by tickling me,” she winked.
“Yes, Dawn,” he stated patronizingly.
She smiled. “You may not be able to convince me with tickles, but fun tickles are always acceptable. Plus, like I said earlier, I’ll let you tie me up to tickle me sometimes, too. Just remember that I can and will do the same to you.”
“Okay. I’ll look forward to half of that.”
“The half when I’m tickling you, I’m sure.”
“I can come over there and tickle you now.”
She giggled and raised her eyebrows. “Or maybe, you could finish your dinner.”
Maybe he was just hungry, or maybe the suggestion prompted his slave state to come back on, but he instantly picked up his spoon and got back to eating. ‘Or maybe he wants to tickle me, and he thinks we need to wait until dinner’s done,’ she thought. Sudden silence filled the room, and she grabbed her own spoon. The quietness lasted until the two finished their meal.
“Thanks, Con,” Dawn thanked her former slave after he unexpectedly took her bowl when she finished. “What do you want to do?”
“I don’t know,” he shrugged his shoulders. “What do you want to do?”
‘He wasn’t just waiting to tickle me. Did I trigger something?’
“Want to watch TV?” she suggested.
“Sure.”
“Okay, go ahead and get the remote,” she prodded him, hoping to ensure his free self was released.
“What do you want to watch?” he asked as they headed to the living room.
“Whatever you want, and I mean that. If I don’t want to watch, I can head downstairs and paint something.”
“I’d appreciate the company.”
“Well, I guess I could get a book and read it out here. You know the types of shows I couldn’t stand watching when we were younger. As long as it’s not that, I’ll stay up here.”
“Would you mind if I put some sports on?”
“I might have to get my book, but I’ll stay out here, in any case.”
Without further comment, he turned on the television, and the pair plopped down on the couch. It did not take him long to find a baseball game, just like the last time they shared the couch. Dawn watched for a little bit, but she quickly became bored as the pitches went by.
With her belly still bare, she thought about getting Connor to tickle her again. She did not want to interrupt his television time, but there had to be a way for him to tickle and watch at the same time. While thinking up ideas, she glanced over at Connor’s side of the couch. Seeing a pillow sitting on the arm of the couch gave her an idea. Barely suppressing a yawn, she waited for a commercial and then walked around to stand right next to him.
She picked up the pillow there and asked her former slave, “Con, do you mind if I lay down?”
“Uh, no, go ahead, Dawn,” he responded uneasily, then began to get up.
“No, Con, you don’t need to get up,” she gently pushed him back down.
“But Dawn-”
“You don’t need to get up.” She laid down, placing her bare belly right on top of his lap. Then she turned slightly towards the television, letting her comforted head look at the commercial.
“Dawn?”
“Hmm?” She kept her eyes on the television.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to get up and let you lay down on the couch?”
“Mmhmm. Your game’s back on.”
“Yeah, it is.” Dawn was not sure if the continued unease in his voice meant that he was uncomfortable. If he really wanted to, he could have told her directly that he did not want her lying there or physically lifted her off his lap. Since he had not done either, she figured that he might just be nervous, or his continued deference to her authority was still too strong. She decided to judge his intentions by what he did with the ticklish tummy on his lap. If he refused to tease or tickle the enticing target soon, he might really be uncomfortable, and it would be her duty to accommodate him.
On the other hand, if he tickled her, she might have just been too forward with how she tried to get tickled. There was also the possibility that he was attracted to her, or maybe just the ticklish tummy that was now lying across his lap. He seemed to focus on that area every time he had tickled her, even complimenting it multiple times. Plus, both times she bared it, her belly caught his attention as soon as he noticed.
She hoped that he was just nervous, and especially that he would tickle her. His earlier hesitation, back when she was tied up, ought to be gone by now. As long as her revenge after the game room tickling did not dissuade him, he should know that she wanted and was available for tickles. If that was not enough, they had established a safeword when she had been bound. Most importantly, she could roll off the couch and escape his tickling at any point. If he was not already convinced, the presence of another escape route for her could ensure that he felt free to tickle her without consequences.
For the next half-inning of the baseball game, nothing happened. Dawn mostly kept her eyes on the television, muffling her bored yawns with the pillow, and Connor watched with intense interest. He occasionally commented on the game when something happened, and after a few comments, Dawn realized that he was rooting for the team currently on defense. She figured it was just a way for him to get more invested in the game and shrugged it off. Still, given his interest, she opted to wait a little while longer before deciding whether to get up or not.
Shortly after a commercial came on, a finger stroked Dawn’s side. “EHEHEHEHEHE!” she squealed in surprise.
“Hey, Dawn?”
“Ye- AHAHAHA!” Two other fingers tapped her side.
“Can I tickle you?” he inquired, not waiting for an answer.
“YEHEHEHES!” she gave him one anyways, relieved that he took the bare-bellied bait.
“Thanks.” His fingers jumped over to the front of her midriff, tickling right around her bellybutton.
“AHAHAHAHA!” Dawn let herself laugh freely, focusing on turning her torso towards her tickler. Now that she was getting tickled, the game no longer mattered. “TIHIHICKLE MEHEHEHE, COHOHOHON!”
“I still can’t believe you never gave me permission to tickle you until today. This tummy is so perfect for-” The wildly wiggling fingers jumped off her midsection abruptly.
“WHAHAHAHAT?”
He shushed her. “The game’s back on.” Two fingers came back to lightly trace her sensitive stomach, but they made sure she would not need to scream with laughter.
Although disappointed, the new method tickled Dawn just enough to keep her from rolling over and watching the game again. Instead, she closed her eyes and rested her head on the pillow, giggling from the minimal tickles. She tried to listen to the television in anticipation of her next good tickling. Unfortunately, while she had stared at the television earlier, she had not paid attention to verbal commercial clues.
Luckily for Dawn, Connor apparently wanted more laughter from her, so he began circling her outie with the pair of fingers. She did not recognize that as a warning that the half-inning was almost over, and she still shrieked when the other eight fingers attacked her abdomen around her bare bellybutton. “COHOHOHOHOHOHON!”
“Time for your tummy to get tickled! Let me know if this becomes too much for you, Dawn.”
“AHAHAHAHAHAHA!” The cycle repeated itself for several more half-innings, with one or two fingers lightly teasing the torso during the game and Connor making up for that when commercials came on. For her part, Dawn was content to just laugh. Not wanting to discourage her tickler when he did not have her tied down, she kept her laughter fairly pure, just in case Connor wanted to listen for the return of the game.
Finally, after a while of getting her bare belly tickled, Dawn let out a yawn through her trace-induced giggles. “Cohohon, stohohop.”
He instantly took his fingers off and looked at her. “Are you okay, Dawn?” he wondered, fighting the urge to watch the game out of the corner of his eyes.
“Just getting tired,” she stated before forcing herself to stand with a yawn. “I’m going to bed. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Oh, okay.” He let out a relieved sigh. “Good night, Dawn.”
She flashed a tired smile. “Good night, Con.”
With that, she headed back to her room and immediately went into the restroom. She took a look at her red-colored belly, the result of Connor finally giving her the tickling that she had waited nine years for. Although she normally did not do it at night, after she changed into pajamas, she put on a coat of Tingly Torso lotion, the sensitizing properties reminding her of the perfect tied-up tummy tickles.
Dawn was about to get in her bed and go to sleep when she brushed her nails against her stomach again. The brief reminder of the tickling gave her some energy, and she glanced over to her sketchbook. It had been so long since she drew a tickling picture, and she had never drawn one with herself in it. Without thinking, she grabbed the sketchbook and a pencil, then started drawing her couch. Before she knew it, there was a sketch of her on the couch, laughing as Connor’s fingers tickled her exposed midriff. She yawned again, and this time, she decided that she was tired enough to get to sleep. Taking a long look at the sketch, she smiled, then slipped under her covers. Exhausted from the day’s multiple tummy ticklings, she fell asleep within minutes.
Next Chapter
Chapter 17: Thursday Trips, 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 16: Free Friends, Part 7
Still stewing from the argument, Dawn glanced up from her soup a few minutes into dinner. Although she had commanded Connor to drop the topic of surprising Jen and Maddie, she opted to bring it back up, “You know, Con, Jen and Maddie have liked everyone I’ve brought over.”
Connor looked up from his soup, sighed, and looked back down. “I thought we were done arguing.”
“We’re not arguing. I’m just telling you why you shouldn’t worry.”
“They won’t necessarily like me just because they’ve liked everyone else.”
“Con, you’ll be fine. What are you worried about?”
“What are you worried about? You’re not telling them for a reason.”
She took in a deep, tense breath. He was right; she did have a reason. Although she was supremely confident that Jen and Maddie would like Connor after meeting him, she wanted to make sure he got in the door first. Telling them that he was a man would give them an opportunity to keep him from coming over, and even though it was a tiny risk, it was not one Dawn wanted to take. “I told you already. I’m not worried. I want to see their reactions.”
He glanced up again. “And if they’re bad?”
“They won’t be.”
“But they could be.”
“Fine, Con, I’ll play along. In the extreme off chance that they’re bad, then what?”
“I don’t want to be trapped, even with you there, with two people who don’t like me.”
“Then you could go home.”
“Are you sure they’d let me?”
“What are you talking about? If they don’t like you, they’d want you to leave.”
“Or they’d punish me.”
“Punish you?” A line from the call stood out to Dawn. “Is this about Maddie saying you needed to laugh a little? Are you afraid that they’ll tickle you?”
“I’ve had a lot of experience being gang tickled as a slave. I’d rather that not continue now that I’m free.”
“Well, Con, I’ve got bad news and good news for you. Here’s the bad news: Maddie wasn’t joking around about tickling you. She’s a Dungeon Tickler, and she loves tickling new people. At the very least, she will test your tickle spots. So will Jen. She may not be as obsessed as Maddie, but she enjoys being the tickler, too.”
Connor scooted back in his chair. “Do I really need to come?”
“Con, they’ll come over here sometime, and if you don’t let them tickle you tomorrow, they’ll get you then. This is the Tickle Cartel. You won’t be tickled as much, but you will get tickled.”
“At least here I’ll have a place to go if they don’t like me.”
“It’s not going to be because they don’t like you. Plus, if you don’t come with me tomorrow, I’ll make sure you’re tied up when they visit here.”
“Dawn, come on.”
“Con, it’s not like they’ll just tickle you while we’re there. I’ll get tickled, too, and so will Jen. Maybe even Maddie, if we’re lucky. I know that Jen will let you tickle her, and she might help you tickle Maddie once she finds out that you don’t like being tickled. You’ll have fun, and most importantly, they will like you. They’re nice.”
Connor seemed to reconsider after hearing that he would likely get to do some tickling. “Are you sure Jen would let a man tickle her?”
“She loves being tickled as much as I do. She doesn’t care who’s doing the tickling, as long as they’re not trying to torture her.”
“And Maddie?”
“Jen and I have pinned her down and tickled her silly before. It’ll depend on Jen cooperating or being tied down, but in all likelihood, we’ll get Maddie. She can’t take on two people by herself, or three if Jen joins in. Even if you’re not allowed to get Maddie, Jen will probably offer herself up for more tickling as a compromise.”
A smile tugged at the corners of Connor’s lips. “Fine. But if they don’t like me or if I don’t get to tickle at least Jen, you should earn a punishment on the rack.”
Dawn raised her eyebrows at the mention of a specific bondage and punishment. “You know what, Con? Sure. You can punish me if I’m lying to you, but I’m not. In fact, I’m so confident that when I’m right, I won’t punish you for questioning me. You’ll laugh plenty during the visit; I won’t need to add on to that.”
“Fine.” With a frown, he turned back to his soup.
Dawn sighed, “Sorry, Con, I know we already talked plenty about visiting Jen and Maddie, and I shouldn’t have brought it up again. Let’s talk about tomorrow’s lunch visit. You seemed really excited about seeing Felicity and the ladies again.”
“Yes, why wouldn’t I be?”
“I wasn’t sure how happy you would be to jump back in with the people who used to tickle torture you.”
“I’m free.”
“So you don’t think they’ll tickle you?”
“Not unless Mistre-” he stopped later than normal. “Not unless… Felicity… orders them to. I don’t think she will, since I’m free.”
“They sure seemed to love tickling you when I went over there.”
“They did, but they won’t disobey Mistress- their mistress.”
“Are you going to call her Mistress when we go over there, too?”
“Sorry, Mis- Dawn. It’s going to take a while to stop calling her that. I was with her for a long time.”
Dawn smiled reassuringly. “That’s alright, Con. I understand why you keep calling her that. Just know that I may still tease you about it. Plus, calling Felicity ‘Mistress’ to her face may lead to her treating you like a tickle slave. Keep that in mind.”
“Probably, but I’m not sure I can do anything about it. Plus, I dealt with being incessantly tickled for years; I can take a little more. At the very least, she shouldn’t let them get out of control like she used to.”
“She used to let them get out of control?”
“More that she wasn’t always around, but she pays a whole lot more attention to guests than tickle slaves. Plus, you said she might have a job opportunity for me? That means she should spend more time with me than normal.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right.”
“In any case, tickling or not, it will be nice to see all the ladies. They tickled me a ton, but they were still my friends.”
“I bet they were. Cecelia and I were like that when we lived together, too, and we’re still good friends.”
“Well, maybe we can be like that, too.”
“Only if you stop trying to make me do things by tickling me,” she winked.
“Yes, Dawn,” he stated patronizingly.
She smiled. “You may not be able to convince me with tickles, but fun tickles are always acceptable. Plus, like I said earlier, I’ll let you tie me up to tickle me sometimes, too. Just remember that I can and will do the same to you.”
“Okay. I’ll look forward to half of that.”
“The half when I’m tickling you, I’m sure.”
“I can come over there and tickle you now.”
She giggled and raised her eyebrows. “Or maybe, you could finish your dinner.”
Maybe he was just hungry, or maybe the suggestion prompted his slave state to come back on, but he instantly picked up his spoon and got back to eating. ‘Or maybe he wants to tickle me, and he thinks we need to wait until dinner’s done,’ she thought. Sudden silence filled the room, and she grabbed her own spoon. The quietness lasted until the two finished their meal.
“Thanks, Con,” Dawn thanked her former slave after he unexpectedly took her bowl when she finished. “What do you want to do?”
“I don’t know,” he shrugged his shoulders. “What do you want to do?”
‘He wasn’t just waiting to tickle me. Did I trigger something?’
“Want to watch TV?” she suggested.
“Sure.”
“Okay, go ahead and get the remote,” she prodded him, hoping to ensure his free self was released.
“What do you want to watch?” he asked as they headed to the living room.
“Whatever you want, and I mean that. If I don’t want to watch, I can head downstairs and paint something.”
“I’d appreciate the company.”
“Well, I guess I could get a book and read it out here. You know the types of shows I couldn’t stand watching when we were younger. As long as it’s not that, I’ll stay up here.”
“Would you mind if I put some sports on?”
“I might have to get my book, but I’ll stay out here, in any case.”
Without further comment, he turned on the television, and the pair plopped down on the couch. It did not take him long to find a baseball game, just like the last time they shared the couch. Dawn watched for a little bit, but she quickly became bored as the pitches went by.
With her belly still bare, she thought about getting Connor to tickle her again. She did not want to interrupt his television time, but there had to be a way for him to tickle and watch at the same time. While thinking up ideas, she glanced over at Connor’s side of the couch. Seeing a pillow sitting on the arm of the couch gave her an idea. Barely suppressing a yawn, she waited for a commercial and then walked around to stand right next to him.
She picked up the pillow there and asked her former slave, “Con, do you mind if I lay down?”
“Uh, no, go ahead, Dawn,” he responded uneasily, then began to get up.
“No, Con, you don’t need to get up,” she gently pushed him back down.
“But Dawn-”
“You don’t need to get up.” She laid down, placing her bare belly right on top of his lap. Then she turned slightly towards the television, letting her comforted head look at the commercial.
“Dawn?”
“Hmm?” She kept her eyes on the television.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to get up and let you lay down on the couch?”
“Mmhmm. Your game’s back on.”
“Yeah, it is.” Dawn was not sure if the continued unease in his voice meant that he was uncomfortable. If he really wanted to, he could have told her directly that he did not want her lying there or physically lifted her off his lap. Since he had not done either, she figured that he might just be nervous, or his continued deference to her authority was still too strong. She decided to judge his intentions by what he did with the ticklish tummy on his lap. If he refused to tease or tickle the enticing target soon, he might really be uncomfortable, and it would be her duty to accommodate him.
On the other hand, if he tickled her, she might have just been too forward with how she tried to get tickled. There was also the possibility that he was attracted to her, or maybe just the ticklish tummy that was now lying across his lap. He seemed to focus on that area every time he had tickled her, even complimenting it multiple times. Plus, both times she bared it, her belly caught his attention as soon as he noticed.
She hoped that he was just nervous, and especially that he would tickle her. His earlier hesitation, back when she was tied up, ought to be gone by now. As long as her revenge after the game room tickling did not dissuade him, he should know that she wanted and was available for tickles. If that was not enough, they had established a safeword when she had been bound. Most importantly, she could roll off the couch and escape his tickling at any point. If he was not already convinced, the presence of another escape route for her could ensure that he felt free to tickle her without consequences.
For the next half-inning of the baseball game, nothing happened. Dawn mostly kept her eyes on the television, muffling her bored yawns with the pillow, and Connor watched with intense interest. He occasionally commented on the game when something happened, and after a few comments, Dawn realized that he was rooting for the team currently on defense. She figured it was just a way for him to get more invested in the game and shrugged it off. Still, given his interest, she opted to wait a little while longer before deciding whether to get up or not.
Shortly after a commercial came on, a finger stroked Dawn’s side. “EHEHEHEHEHE!” she squealed in surprise.
“Hey, Dawn?”
“Ye- AHAHAHA!” Two other fingers tapped her side.
“Can I tickle you?” he inquired, not waiting for an answer.
“YEHEHEHES!” she gave him one anyways, relieved that he took the bare-bellied bait.
“Thanks.” His fingers jumped over to the front of her midriff, tickling right around her bellybutton.
“AHAHAHAHA!” Dawn let herself laugh freely, focusing on turning her torso towards her tickler. Now that she was getting tickled, the game no longer mattered. “TIHIHICKLE MEHEHEHE, COHOHOHON!”
“I still can’t believe you never gave me permission to tickle you until today. This tummy is so perfect for-” The wildly wiggling fingers jumped off her midsection abruptly.
“WHAHAHAHAT?”
He shushed her. “The game’s back on.” Two fingers came back to lightly trace her sensitive stomach, but they made sure she would not need to scream with laughter.
Although disappointed, the new method tickled Dawn just enough to keep her from rolling over and watching the game again. Instead, she closed her eyes and rested her head on the pillow, giggling from the minimal tickles. She tried to listen to the television in anticipation of her next good tickling. Unfortunately, while she had stared at the television earlier, she had not paid attention to verbal commercial clues.
Luckily for Dawn, Connor apparently wanted more laughter from her, so he began circling her outie with the pair of fingers. She did not recognize that as a warning that the half-inning was almost over, and she still shrieked when the other eight fingers attacked her abdomen around her bare bellybutton. “COHOHOHOHOHOHON!”
“Time for your tummy to get tickled! Let me know if this becomes too much for you, Dawn.”
“AHAHAHAHAHAHA!” The cycle repeated itself for several more half-innings, with one or two fingers lightly teasing the torso during the game and Connor making up for that when commercials came on. For her part, Dawn was content to just laugh. Not wanting to discourage her tickler when he did not have her tied down, she kept her laughter fairly pure, just in case Connor wanted to listen for the return of the game.
Finally, after a while of getting her bare belly tickled, Dawn let out a yawn through her trace-induced giggles. “Cohohon, stohohop.”
He instantly took his fingers off and looked at her. “Are you okay, Dawn?” he wondered, fighting the urge to watch the game out of the corner of his eyes.
“Just getting tired,” she stated before forcing herself to stand with a yawn. “I’m going to bed. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Oh, okay.” He let out a relieved sigh. “Good night, Dawn.”
She flashed a tired smile. “Good night, Con.”
With that, she headed back to her room and immediately went into the restroom. She took a look at her red-colored belly, the result of Connor finally giving her the tickling that she had waited nine years for. Although she normally did not do it at night, after she changed into pajamas, she put on a coat of Tingly Torso lotion, the sensitizing properties reminding her of the perfect tied-up tummy tickles.
Dawn was about to get in her bed and go to sleep when she brushed her nails against her stomach again. The brief reminder of the tickling gave her some energy, and she glanced over to her sketchbook. It had been so long since she drew a tickling picture, and she had never drawn one with herself in it. Without thinking, she grabbed the sketchbook and a pencil, then started drawing her couch. Before she knew it, there was a sketch of her on the couch, laughing as Connor’s fingers tickled her exposed midriff. She yawned again, and this time, she decided that she was tired enough to get to sleep. Taking a long look at the sketch, she smiled, then slipped under her covers. Exhausted from the day’s multiple tummy ticklings, she fell asleep within minutes.
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Chapter 17: Thursday Trips, Part 1
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