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Here is part 2 of Chapter 17 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
Chapter 18: Fun Friday
Previous Chapter
Chapter 17: Thursday Trips, Part 1
After grabbing the bowl from Felicity, Dawn stuffed it in a bag, which she then had Connor carry. They headed to the bus station, where she purchased two tickler tickets. When they got on the bus, she gave her former slave the window seat. A ticklee sat between them, and Dawn chatted with her while Connor took in the sights from a safe seat. Between the conversation and a few pokes to the bare belly of her middle-seat companion, the ride went by in a flash. Connor finally turned from the window when he began to recognize the area near his old home, and after they got off, he confidently led her to the house.
“Connor!” the same gardener who had greeted Dawn a week ago ran up to Connor, arms outstretched for a hug.
“Laura!” Connor carefully set the bowl bag down and joyfully returned the embrace, causing Dawn to frown. After having Connor to herself for the past few days, his instant show of affection, however small it was, to another person rubbed her the wrong way. Following a few seconds, though, she picked up the bag and suppressed all visual displeasure to keep Connor from realizing that she was bothered.
“Mistress said you’d show up around now, so I came out and started working early. In fact, I hurried up and finished the backyard so that I could be out here when you came.” Dawn saw the hug slightly tighten, and Connor said something, but he was not loud enough for her to understand. “Well, I had to be the first one to see you. Couldn’t let Pam or Scarlett ambush you at the door.” Finally, the gardener peeked around Connor to greet the other person who had shown up. “Hi, Miss Dawn. Welcome back.”
“Thanks,” Dawn smiled weakly, trying to keep her displeasure with the conversation and continued hug from showing.
“Is Miss… Felicity expecting us inside?” Connor took an unnecessarily lengthy pause after the second word.
“Yes, she is. Come on.” Laura practically hopped up the steps to open the door and called out, “Pam! Scarlett! Miss Dawn and Connor are here!”
“Geez, Laura. I told you I’d be waiting by the door. Mistress told you, too,” Pam covered her ears before giving a warm smile to the visitors. “Welcome back, Miss Dawn and Connor. Please come in. Scarlett’s going to get Mistress.”
“Thanks,” Dawn took the lead and headed inside, leaving Laura out in the garden.
“Nice to see you again,” Connor gave Pam a brief hug. This one did not spark the same jealousy inside Dawn, since he kept much more distance between their bodies.
“Hey, Miss Dawn?” Pam’s voice pitched up, and she grabbed Connor’s arms when he began to back away.
“Yes?” Dawn questioned with raised eyebrows, wondering what the devious smile on the tickle slave’s face meant.
“Can I please tickle Connor?”
“Wait, wait!” Connor shrieked. Before Dawn could respond, Scarlett ran into the room and grabbed an arm for herself.
“Hi, Connor,” the other greeter tickle slave stated as she pulled him closer to Pam, both slaves wiggling the fingers of one hand near his shirt-covered ribs. Shocked by Scarlett’s entrance, Dawn watched with confused interest, momentarily forgetting that her permission was needed for anything to happen.
“Hi, Scarlett. Now, can we talk about this?” Connor curved his upper body away from his two potential tormentors.
“Miss Dawn, can we please tickle him?” Scarlett asked, staring at the former mistress with big eyes. “Please?”
“Uh,” Dawn glanced between Connor and the two slaves, the former fearfully shaking his head ‘no’ and the latter pair eagerly nodding ‘yes’. “I think Con should decide.”
“No, you can’t!” he insisted.
The two tickle slaves paid his protests little mind. “Miss Dawn, you’re his mistress! You can say that we can tickle him, and he can’t do anything about it. Please? It’s been so long since we tickled him.”
“No!” Connor spoke up again.
“Con said ‘no’,” she gently reprimanded.
“Aww,” the pair groaned. They stopped wiggling their fingers, but did not let him go, instead more tightly securing his arms with their formerly free hands.
“Pam? Scarlett?” He shook his arms weakly.
“Just because Miss Dawn said we can’t tickle you doesn’t mean Mistress won’t want to,” Pam pointed out.
“But…” Connor protested, then sighed, realizing there would be no negotiation with his former housemates.
“Hello, Connor.” Less than thirty seconds later, Evelyn entered the room. “Miss Dawn.”
“Hi, Evelyn!” Connor took a hop towards his former coworker, only to come down early when Pam and Scarlett secured their grip on him.
“Hello, Evelyn,” Dawn joined the greeting.
“Connor, what have you gotten yourself into?” the older woman inquired as she came in for a hug. Instinctively, the former tickle slave tightened his abs, but the new arrival just gave him a friendly embrace. The hug would have been too close for Dawn’s liking, but since Connor could not return it, it did not bother her.
“Tickle him, Evelyn!” Pam encouraged. “We’ll make sure he can’t run away.”
“Miss Dawn?” Evelyn let go of the hug and turned to the only free woman in the room.
“Con doesn’t want to be tickled right now, and I’m not going to force it.”
“Understood.”
After a sigh of relief, Connor spoke up, “Hey, Evelyn, I’d give you a hug, but…” He tugged on his unyielding arms.
“Pam. Scarlett.” The older woman stared down the two younger tickle slaves.
“Do we have to?” Pam pleaded. “Mistress might want to tickle him.”
“If she does, I’ll help you hold him down. Did Miss Dawn give you permission to restrain him?”
The two tickle slaves let Connor go, and he immediately gave Evelyn too tight of a hug for Dawn’s liking. “Thanks, Evelyn.”
“You’re very welcome, Connor. It’s nice to see you back here.”
To distract herself from Connor showing affection to yet another woman whom he had lived with, Dawn turned to face Scarlett and quietly asked her, “Not to sound rude, but I was told you were getting your mistress. Is she coming soon, or should we sit down, or…”
“Mistress should be coming very soon,” Scarlett kept the same measure of secrecy when responding. “She said she wanted to give people time to greet Connor again, but I think that was mostly Evelyn. I went to grab Evelyn when I left Mistress, so she should be here anytime.”
“Okay.” Dawn glanced back at the bondage construction pair, who were separated and discussing an apparent work in progress.
‘At least he’s not hugging her anymore,’ she thought, using that fact to put a weak smile on her face. Aside from the tiny bit of positivity, though, she had no clue what to do. There was nothing for her to discuss with Pam or Scarlett, and since he was not still embracing Evelyn, she did not want to interrupt her former slave’s happy reunion with his old housemates. She instead resorted to looking at the ground, waiting for the mistress of the house to arrive.
Felicity did not make her wait very long. While Connor and Evelyn were still absorbed in their conversation, the mistress stepped through the door and offered up a simple greeting, “Welcome back, Dawn and Connor.”
Instantly, Connor and Evelyn ceased their chatting, and all eyes turned to the authoritative newcomer. “Thanks, Felicity,” Dawn answered with a weaker voice.
“Thanks, Miss…t…” Connor gulped before correcting himself, “Felicity.”
Connor’s longtime mistress offered him a compassionate smile at the mistake, then turned back to Dawn. “Thank you for allowing him to visit so soon. I’m happy that he went with you, but I know everyone here, including me, misses him in our family.”
“Of course. I’m sure he misses everyone here, too.” Between Connor’s pause and Felicity’s short statement, Dawn gained some strength in her voice.
“Definitely,” Connor confirmed. “All of you.”
“Well, we can go get lunch, unless anyone has any special announcements,” Felicity paused and looked back to Dawn, a knowing smile on her face.
“Con has a special announcement, actually.”
“Oh?” Felicity’s eyes twinkled, and she turned to her former slave. “Connor?”
“Yes, Miss…” He took a deep breath. “Yes, Miss Felicity?”
“Do you have something to share?”
He nodded, then took a deep breath. Staring straight at his longtime mistress, he proclaimed, “Mistress Dawn decided to free me yesterday.”
Felicity gave him a big smile. Evelyn embraced him joyously and whispered something in his ear. Scarlett stood still, mouth gaping.
“What?” The despairing question from Pam saved Dawn from any reaction to Evelyn’s hug. “Miss Dawn!” She stared at the former mistress with pleading, almost teary, eyes. Dawn could see the shock on the slave’s face, which was almost certainly the complete cause of the outburst.
“Pam!” Felicity barked, her face darkening. “You know the punishment for questioning my guests.”
“Sorry, Mistress,” Pam shrunk. “I’m sorry, Miss Dawn. I- I was just surprised. I didn’t mean to question you.”
With Felicity’s gaze bearing down on the terrified tickle slave, Dawn sought to comfort the young woman and placed a hand on her shoulder. “It’s okay, Pam. We were actually hoping someone would be surprised, and we know you didn’t mean anything bad. Isn’t that right, Con?”
The commanding tone of her voice caught his attention, and he whipped around to face her. Seeing her firm stare directed at him, he nodded agreeably, “Yes.”
“Very well,” Felicity cut back in. “Since that’s what Dawn and Connor wanted to see out of you, Pam, I suppose I can reduce your punishment for the outburst. Just don’t let it happen again.”
“Thank you, Mistress,” Pam nodded obediently to her mistress. “Thank you, Miss Dawn; thank you, Connor. Miss Dawn, sorry I asked you about tickling Connor earlier when you weren’t his mistress.”
Dawn giggled and lightly put her other hand on the slave’s shoulder. “That’s okay, Pam. You had no idea. It was worth him begging for you to not tickle him.”
“Yeah, it was,” she smiled in agreement.
“Mistress,” Scarlett finally recovered from her trance and spoke up, “does this mean we can’t tickle Connor anymore?”
“Don’t you want to say something to Connor first?” the mistress’ reprimand was much gentler than it had been with Pam.
Scarlett’s face turned her namesake color. “Oh, right. Congratulations, Connor.”
“Thanks, Scarlett.”
Felicity saved her slave further embarrassment, “As far as tickling, Connor’s free, so we have to ask him. Connor, can the ladies tickle you?”
“Please, no?” Given a choice instead of a fact to state, Connor faltered once he faced his former mistress.
“Scarlett, you heard him. He doesn’t want to be tickled, so we won’t tickle him,” she answered the initial question, then twinkled her eyes at Connor again, “unless I want him to laugh.”
“Okay,” he instantly accepted the terms.
“Mistress, do you feel like he needs to be tickled now?” Scarlett hopefully asked, and Pam hopped over to Connor, ready to attack.
The mistress shut that down with a nod of her head. “Does anyone have any other announcements before we get to lunch?”
Connor was looking between his first mistress and the three slaves surrounding him, so Dawn spoke up, “No, that was our only announcement.”
“Great! Let’s eat. Dawn, is that the bowl I lent you last Sunday?”
Dawn glanced at the floor next to her, where she had set down the bowl bag. “Yes, here you go,” she handed it to an open-armed Pam.
“Thank you for returning it. Connor, how does another chicken pot pie sound?”
“Really, Mist- Felicity?” Connor’s eyes widened and he gleefully smiled. “Thank you!”
“Of course. I figured you two would come back sometime soon, and I wanted it to be a treat. Also, I won’t mind if you do mess up and call me mistress again. I may have to tickle you, but I won’t be disappointed.”
“Yes, Miss…t- Felicity,” he sighed, nearly messing up again in the process.
When they arrived in the dining room, Scarlett and Evelyn pulled out side-by-side chairs for the two guests, and Evelyn took the other seat beside Connor. Tickle slaves filled the table with the food and then themselves, and Felicity spared Connor the embarrassment of reannouncing his freedom by doing that herself. After a momentary shock, congratulations flowed to the only man in the room. The happy announcement set the tone for lunch, and although Dawn did not converse much with anyone, she listened in as Connor and Evelyn returned to discussing her latest bondage project. Despite an initial frustration with Connor’s focus on Evelyn, the joy with which he spoke about the project finally pushed past her discontent. She settled into listening with a genuine smile as Connor’s passion for bondage building became even more apparent, even though the technical terms they used constantly went over her head.
After finishing lunch, several tickle slaves went back to their normal jobs, leaving just the six people who were at the entryway earlier. “Connor, I’ve had a policy with my builders since before I bought you: Once they’re freed, either by me or by someone else, I help them find work. I’d like to discuss potential jobs that I’ve found for you.”
“Thank you, Mistress,” Connor automatically answered. The mistress smiled and nodded to Evelyn, who launched a tickle attack on his ribs. “NOHOHOHO EHEHEVEHEHELYN PLEHEHEASE!”
“That’s enough, Evelyn,” Felicity stopped the tickle slave after twenty seconds. Still giggling, Connor backed away from his tickler, sliding close to Dawn. A few seconds later, he submissively turned his attention to Felicity. “Since you worked with Evelyn for the entire time you were with me, I’d like her to join us,” the commanding mistress continued. “Is that alright?” Connor nodded affirmatively, and even Dawn had to silently admit that taking Evelyn along would be good for his job prospects. “Good. Dawn, even though I’ve been talking to people about a job for Connor, it may still take up to a couple of hours to get through any applications and interviews. If all goes right, he should have a job by the time he leaves here. Is that alright with you?”
“Yes, that’d be great,” she responded, happy to hear that Felicity planned to make Connor’s job search as easy as possible. “I knew you told me you were going to look, but I didn’t realize that you’d already done all that. Thank you so much!”
“You already have an application lined up?” Connor asked in disbelief.
“Yes, I have a couple of places lined up for you to apply to, and I actually got you an interview with one,” the mistress confirmed. “Once we met Dawn, I figured it was only a matter of time before you were free. You’ve done a lot of good work for me, and I don’t want your skills to go to waste. We’ll still need to have them talk to you and Evelyn, but everyone’s liked what I told them already.”
“Thanks,” he shyly thanked her.
“Dawn, just so you know, I do only have a couple of hours free today. If we can’t get Connor a job by then, I’ll have to go, but I can help him look more tomorrow.”
“That’s very generous,” Dawn responded. “I appreciate, and I’m sure Con does, too, whatever time you spend helping him.” Connor nodded, opening his mouth to verbally confirm this but closing it when Felicity spoke again.
“Of course. Pam, Scarlett, you two are in charge of entertaining Dawn while I’m with Connor and Evelyn. Dawn may go anywhere in the house, with the standard restrictions. Dawn, feel free to tickle Pam, Scarlett, or any of my other tickle slaves. They will treat you as my honored guest.”
“Thanks,” Dawn replied, unsure of what she would want to do without Connor.
“Yes, Mistress,” Pam and Scarlett jointly confirmed their mistress’ instructions.
“Connor, Evelyn, please follow me.” The pair stood up and went with Felicity, Connor sandwiched in between his former mistress and coworker.
Next Chapter
Chapter 17: Thursday Trips, Part 3
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
Chapter 18: Fun Friday
Previous Chapter
Chapter 17: Thursday Trips, Part 1
After grabbing the bowl from Felicity, Dawn stuffed it in a bag, which she then had Connor carry. They headed to the bus station, where she purchased two tickler tickets. When they got on the bus, she gave her former slave the window seat. A ticklee sat between them, and Dawn chatted with her while Connor took in the sights from a safe seat. Between the conversation and a few pokes to the bare belly of her middle-seat companion, the ride went by in a flash. Connor finally turned from the window when he began to recognize the area near his old home, and after they got off, he confidently led her to the house.
“Connor!” the same gardener who had greeted Dawn a week ago ran up to Connor, arms outstretched for a hug.
“Laura!” Connor carefully set the bowl bag down and joyfully returned the embrace, causing Dawn to frown. After having Connor to herself for the past few days, his instant show of affection, however small it was, to another person rubbed her the wrong way. Following a few seconds, though, she picked up the bag and suppressed all visual displeasure to keep Connor from realizing that she was bothered.
“Mistress said you’d show up around now, so I came out and started working early. In fact, I hurried up and finished the backyard so that I could be out here when you came.” Dawn saw the hug slightly tighten, and Connor said something, but he was not loud enough for her to understand. “Well, I had to be the first one to see you. Couldn’t let Pam or Scarlett ambush you at the door.” Finally, the gardener peeked around Connor to greet the other person who had shown up. “Hi, Miss Dawn. Welcome back.”
“Thanks,” Dawn smiled weakly, trying to keep her displeasure with the conversation and continued hug from showing.
“Is Miss… Felicity expecting us inside?” Connor took an unnecessarily lengthy pause after the second word.
“Yes, she is. Come on.” Laura practically hopped up the steps to open the door and called out, “Pam! Scarlett! Miss Dawn and Connor are here!”
“Geez, Laura. I told you I’d be waiting by the door. Mistress told you, too,” Pam covered her ears before giving a warm smile to the visitors. “Welcome back, Miss Dawn and Connor. Please come in. Scarlett’s going to get Mistress.”
“Thanks,” Dawn took the lead and headed inside, leaving Laura out in the garden.
“Nice to see you again,” Connor gave Pam a brief hug. This one did not spark the same jealousy inside Dawn, since he kept much more distance between their bodies.
“Hey, Miss Dawn?” Pam’s voice pitched up, and she grabbed Connor’s arms when he began to back away.
“Yes?” Dawn questioned with raised eyebrows, wondering what the devious smile on the tickle slave’s face meant.
“Can I please tickle Connor?”
“Wait, wait!” Connor shrieked. Before Dawn could respond, Scarlett ran into the room and grabbed an arm for herself.
“Hi, Connor,” the other greeter tickle slave stated as she pulled him closer to Pam, both slaves wiggling the fingers of one hand near his shirt-covered ribs. Shocked by Scarlett’s entrance, Dawn watched with confused interest, momentarily forgetting that her permission was needed for anything to happen.
“Hi, Scarlett. Now, can we talk about this?” Connor curved his upper body away from his two potential tormentors.
“Miss Dawn, can we please tickle him?” Scarlett asked, staring at the former mistress with big eyes. “Please?”
“Uh,” Dawn glanced between Connor and the two slaves, the former fearfully shaking his head ‘no’ and the latter pair eagerly nodding ‘yes’. “I think Con should decide.”
“No, you can’t!” he insisted.
The two tickle slaves paid his protests little mind. “Miss Dawn, you’re his mistress! You can say that we can tickle him, and he can’t do anything about it. Please? It’s been so long since we tickled him.”
“No!” Connor spoke up again.
“Con said ‘no’,” she gently reprimanded.
“Aww,” the pair groaned. They stopped wiggling their fingers, but did not let him go, instead more tightly securing his arms with their formerly free hands.
“Pam? Scarlett?” He shook his arms weakly.
“Just because Miss Dawn said we can’t tickle you doesn’t mean Mistress won’t want to,” Pam pointed out.
“But…” Connor protested, then sighed, realizing there would be no negotiation with his former housemates.
“Hello, Connor.” Less than thirty seconds later, Evelyn entered the room. “Miss Dawn.”
“Hi, Evelyn!” Connor took a hop towards his former coworker, only to come down early when Pam and Scarlett secured their grip on him.
“Hello, Evelyn,” Dawn joined the greeting.
“Connor, what have you gotten yourself into?” the older woman inquired as she came in for a hug. Instinctively, the former tickle slave tightened his abs, but the new arrival just gave him a friendly embrace. The hug would have been too close for Dawn’s liking, but since Connor could not return it, it did not bother her.
“Tickle him, Evelyn!” Pam encouraged. “We’ll make sure he can’t run away.”
“Miss Dawn?” Evelyn let go of the hug and turned to the only free woman in the room.
“Con doesn’t want to be tickled right now, and I’m not going to force it.”
“Understood.”
After a sigh of relief, Connor spoke up, “Hey, Evelyn, I’d give you a hug, but…” He tugged on his unyielding arms.
“Pam. Scarlett.” The older woman stared down the two younger tickle slaves.
“Do we have to?” Pam pleaded. “Mistress might want to tickle him.”
“If she does, I’ll help you hold him down. Did Miss Dawn give you permission to restrain him?”
The two tickle slaves let Connor go, and he immediately gave Evelyn too tight of a hug for Dawn’s liking. “Thanks, Evelyn.”
“You’re very welcome, Connor. It’s nice to see you back here.”
To distract herself from Connor showing affection to yet another woman whom he had lived with, Dawn turned to face Scarlett and quietly asked her, “Not to sound rude, but I was told you were getting your mistress. Is she coming soon, or should we sit down, or…”
“Mistress should be coming very soon,” Scarlett kept the same measure of secrecy when responding. “She said she wanted to give people time to greet Connor again, but I think that was mostly Evelyn. I went to grab Evelyn when I left Mistress, so she should be here anytime.”
“Okay.” Dawn glanced back at the bondage construction pair, who were separated and discussing an apparent work in progress.
‘At least he’s not hugging her anymore,’ she thought, using that fact to put a weak smile on her face. Aside from the tiny bit of positivity, though, she had no clue what to do. There was nothing for her to discuss with Pam or Scarlett, and since he was not still embracing Evelyn, she did not want to interrupt her former slave’s happy reunion with his old housemates. She instead resorted to looking at the ground, waiting for the mistress of the house to arrive.
Felicity did not make her wait very long. While Connor and Evelyn were still absorbed in their conversation, the mistress stepped through the door and offered up a simple greeting, “Welcome back, Dawn and Connor.”
Instantly, Connor and Evelyn ceased their chatting, and all eyes turned to the authoritative newcomer. “Thanks, Felicity,” Dawn answered with a weaker voice.
“Thanks, Miss…t…” Connor gulped before correcting himself, “Felicity.”
Connor’s longtime mistress offered him a compassionate smile at the mistake, then turned back to Dawn. “Thank you for allowing him to visit so soon. I’m happy that he went with you, but I know everyone here, including me, misses him in our family.”
“Of course. I’m sure he misses everyone here, too.” Between Connor’s pause and Felicity’s short statement, Dawn gained some strength in her voice.
“Definitely,” Connor confirmed. “All of you.”
“Well, we can go get lunch, unless anyone has any special announcements,” Felicity paused and looked back to Dawn, a knowing smile on her face.
“Con has a special announcement, actually.”
“Oh?” Felicity’s eyes twinkled, and she turned to her former slave. “Connor?”
“Yes, Miss…” He took a deep breath. “Yes, Miss Felicity?”
“Do you have something to share?”
He nodded, then took a deep breath. Staring straight at his longtime mistress, he proclaimed, “Mistress Dawn decided to free me yesterday.”
Felicity gave him a big smile. Evelyn embraced him joyously and whispered something in his ear. Scarlett stood still, mouth gaping.
“What?” The despairing question from Pam saved Dawn from any reaction to Evelyn’s hug. “Miss Dawn!” She stared at the former mistress with pleading, almost teary, eyes. Dawn could see the shock on the slave’s face, which was almost certainly the complete cause of the outburst.
“Pam!” Felicity barked, her face darkening. “You know the punishment for questioning my guests.”
“Sorry, Mistress,” Pam shrunk. “I’m sorry, Miss Dawn. I- I was just surprised. I didn’t mean to question you.”
With Felicity’s gaze bearing down on the terrified tickle slave, Dawn sought to comfort the young woman and placed a hand on her shoulder. “It’s okay, Pam. We were actually hoping someone would be surprised, and we know you didn’t mean anything bad. Isn’t that right, Con?”
The commanding tone of her voice caught his attention, and he whipped around to face her. Seeing her firm stare directed at him, he nodded agreeably, “Yes.”
“Very well,” Felicity cut back in. “Since that’s what Dawn and Connor wanted to see out of you, Pam, I suppose I can reduce your punishment for the outburst. Just don’t let it happen again.”
“Thank you, Mistress,” Pam nodded obediently to her mistress. “Thank you, Miss Dawn; thank you, Connor. Miss Dawn, sorry I asked you about tickling Connor earlier when you weren’t his mistress.”
Dawn giggled and lightly put her other hand on the slave’s shoulder. “That’s okay, Pam. You had no idea. It was worth him begging for you to not tickle him.”
“Yeah, it was,” she smiled in agreement.
“Mistress,” Scarlett finally recovered from her trance and spoke up, “does this mean we can’t tickle Connor anymore?”
“Don’t you want to say something to Connor first?” the mistress’ reprimand was much gentler than it had been with Pam.
Scarlett’s face turned her namesake color. “Oh, right. Congratulations, Connor.”
“Thanks, Scarlett.”
Felicity saved her slave further embarrassment, “As far as tickling, Connor’s free, so we have to ask him. Connor, can the ladies tickle you?”
“Please, no?” Given a choice instead of a fact to state, Connor faltered once he faced his former mistress.
“Scarlett, you heard him. He doesn’t want to be tickled, so we won’t tickle him,” she answered the initial question, then twinkled her eyes at Connor again, “unless I want him to laugh.”
“Okay,” he instantly accepted the terms.
“Mistress, do you feel like he needs to be tickled now?” Scarlett hopefully asked, and Pam hopped over to Connor, ready to attack.
The mistress shut that down with a nod of her head. “Does anyone have any other announcements before we get to lunch?”
Connor was looking between his first mistress and the three slaves surrounding him, so Dawn spoke up, “No, that was our only announcement.”
“Great! Let’s eat. Dawn, is that the bowl I lent you last Sunday?”
Dawn glanced at the floor next to her, where she had set down the bowl bag. “Yes, here you go,” she handed it to an open-armed Pam.
“Thank you for returning it. Connor, how does another chicken pot pie sound?”
“Really, Mist- Felicity?” Connor’s eyes widened and he gleefully smiled. “Thank you!”
“Of course. I figured you two would come back sometime soon, and I wanted it to be a treat. Also, I won’t mind if you do mess up and call me mistress again. I may have to tickle you, but I won’t be disappointed.”
“Yes, Miss…t- Felicity,” he sighed, nearly messing up again in the process.
When they arrived in the dining room, Scarlett and Evelyn pulled out side-by-side chairs for the two guests, and Evelyn took the other seat beside Connor. Tickle slaves filled the table with the food and then themselves, and Felicity spared Connor the embarrassment of reannouncing his freedom by doing that herself. After a momentary shock, congratulations flowed to the only man in the room. The happy announcement set the tone for lunch, and although Dawn did not converse much with anyone, she listened in as Connor and Evelyn returned to discussing her latest bondage project. Despite an initial frustration with Connor’s focus on Evelyn, the joy with which he spoke about the project finally pushed past her discontent. She settled into listening with a genuine smile as Connor’s passion for bondage building became even more apparent, even though the technical terms they used constantly went over her head.
After finishing lunch, several tickle slaves went back to their normal jobs, leaving just the six people who were at the entryway earlier. “Connor, I’ve had a policy with my builders since before I bought you: Once they’re freed, either by me or by someone else, I help them find work. I’d like to discuss potential jobs that I’ve found for you.”
“Thank you, Mistress,” Connor automatically answered. The mistress smiled and nodded to Evelyn, who launched a tickle attack on his ribs. “NOHOHOHO EHEHEVEHEHELYN PLEHEHEASE!”
“That’s enough, Evelyn,” Felicity stopped the tickle slave after twenty seconds. Still giggling, Connor backed away from his tickler, sliding close to Dawn. A few seconds later, he submissively turned his attention to Felicity. “Since you worked with Evelyn for the entire time you were with me, I’d like her to join us,” the commanding mistress continued. “Is that alright?” Connor nodded affirmatively, and even Dawn had to silently admit that taking Evelyn along would be good for his job prospects. “Good. Dawn, even though I’ve been talking to people about a job for Connor, it may still take up to a couple of hours to get through any applications and interviews. If all goes right, he should have a job by the time he leaves here. Is that alright with you?”
“Yes, that’d be great,” she responded, happy to hear that Felicity planned to make Connor’s job search as easy as possible. “I knew you told me you were going to look, but I didn’t realize that you’d already done all that. Thank you so much!”
“You already have an application lined up?” Connor asked in disbelief.
“Yes, I have a couple of places lined up for you to apply to, and I actually got you an interview with one,” the mistress confirmed. “Once we met Dawn, I figured it was only a matter of time before you were free. You’ve done a lot of good work for me, and I don’t want your skills to go to waste. We’ll still need to have them talk to you and Evelyn, but everyone’s liked what I told them already.”
“Thanks,” he shyly thanked her.
“Dawn, just so you know, I do only have a couple of hours free today. If we can’t get Connor a job by then, I’ll have to go, but I can help him look more tomorrow.”
“That’s very generous,” Dawn responded. “I appreciate, and I’m sure Con does, too, whatever time you spend helping him.” Connor nodded, opening his mouth to verbally confirm this but closing it when Felicity spoke again.
“Of course. Pam, Scarlett, you two are in charge of entertaining Dawn while I’m with Connor and Evelyn. Dawn may go anywhere in the house, with the standard restrictions. Dawn, feel free to tickle Pam, Scarlett, or any of my other tickle slaves. They will treat you as my honored guest.”
“Thanks,” Dawn replied, unsure of what she would want to do without Connor.
“Yes, Mistress,” Pam and Scarlett jointly confirmed their mistress’ instructions.
“Connor, Evelyn, please follow me.” The pair stood up and went with Felicity, Connor sandwiched in between his former mistress and coworker.
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