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Here is part 4 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 3
As they walked to the bus station, Dawn turned to Connor and stated, “So, Felicity said she got you a job.”
“Yes, she did,” Connor smiled. “Construction, somewhat similar to what I did with Evelyn. We work all over the Tickle Cartel, but at least for now, the site’s pretty close to here.”
“Pretty close? Did you go there or somewhere else? Felicity said it took you a while to drive there for the interview.”
“No, I interviewed at the site. I’m not sure why she lied to you, though. The only thing that took a while was me and Evelyn getting tickled. Mistress tied me down, and she and Evelyn each took several turns tickling me. Later, I got to tickle Evelyn back for the first time in forever as a reward for being freed. The trip to the site took ten minutes at most.”
“Interesting. Why would she lie to me?”
“I really don’t know. You knew that I’d been her tickle slave for years, and while I lived there, she had me tickled more times than I can count.”
“Hmm,” Dawn furrowed her brow in confusion.
“Anyways, that’s not important. What is important is how I got that job today. Apparently, Mistress Felicity talked to Evelyn on Monday morning and told her that I was going to be freed, so Evelyn actually helped look for a job for me. They said that it took a lot of time to find a suitable one, and while I’m not sure how true that is, it gave them a reason to tickle me as payment.”
“Well, it was kind that they helped you find a job.”
“Definitely. I’m really glad Evelyn got involved. Once I heard that she thought I’d like the job, I was on board.”
“Yes, I’d hope she would have a good understanding of your skills. Not sure how kind the payment tickling was, though.”
Connor shrugged, “I’m used to it. I’ve been tickled tons by Evelyn and plenty by Mistress Felicity. Plus, I got to tie Evelyn up and tickle her. That was worth the tickling and having to agree to come back to help her build bondage.”
Dawn stopped in her tracks. “Wait, they forced you to agree to that?”
“Well, I would have agreed to it anyways. I miss everyone there, and I would have jumped at any opportunity to visit regularly. They didn’t give me a chance to say yes before they started tickling, though. I think it was just another excuse to tickle me.”
“Oh.” The two began walking again, and soon the bus station came into view. Dawn took the opportunity to switch back to the original topic. “So, do you know anything specific about your construction job?”
“Not really. My new boss told me I’d start getting up to speed on the current project Monday. All I really know is that we should be doing a bit of everything. From what she said, there aren’t very many construction companies in the Tickle Cartel, so we’re supposed to go all around fixing whatever’s needed. Should keep the work interesting, at least. Oh, also, the supervisor said she’d trained a few freed men, including a couple from Mistress Felicity, and most of my coworkers used to be tickle slaves. Hopefully, the transition will be as easy for me as it was for them.”
“That’s nice.”
Connor nodded, and they dropped their conversation. Once again, Dawn bought tickler tickets for them, and with a ticklee constantly between them on the bus, they never started talking until they got off.
“So, Con, how was it seeing your old friends at Felicity’s?” Dawn asked as they headed towards the house.
“I’ll always enjoy seeing Evelyn,” he began. “Pam and Scarlett… well, they’re a handful, and I’m sure they would have tickled me the whole time if you or…” he took a quick breath, “Felicity had let them.”
“They certainly wanted to get you when we arrived, and it looked like they took it all out on you when Felicity gave them permission.”
“That was torture. Their rib tickling always has been, and I’m sure it always will be.”
“You said that Evelyn tickled you plenty, too.”
“Well, yes, but she’s different. She was torturous at times, but generally, she tried and still tries to draw out the tickling. Back when I was a slave, unless she also earned a punishment, Evelyn usually had the authority to discipline me, and the punishments with her as my only tickler could last an hour or more. Pam, Scarlett, and all the others only got me during free time, usually via gang ticklings. As awful as those were, they never lasted very long. Evelyn always tended to go lighter and tickle me for longer. This time, she didn’t get to go as long, so she threw in brief parts of intense tickling. For the most part, though, she went lighter so it wasn’t so torturous.”
“Interesting. What about Felicity? You said she tickled you, too.”
“She loves making all tickle slaves scream. You’ve never tickle tortured me as bad as she did, and you got me plenty good while I was your slave.”
“Really? Maybe I need to demonstrate my tickling skills again.” She wiggled her fingers threateningly.
He backed away. “No, Dawn, you really don’t. At least, you shouldn’t try to tickle torture me like Mistress did. She may not have focused as much on me as the other slaves, but she got plenty of time to figure out what tortures me the most. I’m sure you’ll get there naturally as long as we keep hanging out.”
She smirked. “So you’re saying that I’m going to get a lot of chances to tickle you?”
His face fell. “Well, umm… you said that I wouldn’t be able to avoid getting tickled.”
“Yes, but I also said that you could stop me by resisting. If I’m going to get as good at tickling you as Felicity, though, I apparently need lots of practice. Probably on your bare ribs.”
“Umm.” Connor went silent.
“I’ll take that as a yes. I’ve already gotten some practice, and we’ll continue it later. The rack’s a perfect spot to make me your best tickler.”
Connor finally found his voice again, “We don’t need to continue it. You’re a great tickler already.”
“But I want to be your best tickler.”
“Well, I’d like to hang out with you like we used to, and you didn’t used to tickle me all the time.”
“We’re in the Tickle Cartel now.”
“So?”
“We live in a tickling-focused area, and I know that you’re ticklish now. I have to tickle you more.”
“Not necessarily. I mean, I used to tickle you a lot. Maybe we could just bring that back to satisfy being in the Tickle Cartel. You don’t have to tickle me; I could tickle you instead.”
“You could tickle me instead? Hmm…” she questioned, pretending to just be considering it while adoring the thought.
“Yes, I should be the tickler.” Sensing an opportunity to protect his ribs, Connor jumped on it. “Yesterday, you let me tickle you twice on the couch. You liked it so much that I had to stop it the first time, and the second time, it only stopped because it was so late.”
“You’re still ticklish.”
“But you love being tickled, and I like tickling you. It’s better if I become your best tickler and you just tickle me on occasion. I think we should practice for that.”
“Oh?” She tried to hide the growing smile on her face.
Connor had no interest in letting up. “Yes. We should practice as soon as we get home. I promised to put you on the downstairs rack when I tickled you yesterday, and you seemed to want it.”
“The rack?” Even though she wanted to be tickled, she was surprised at how quickly he proposed the bondage.
“Yes. The couch didn’t let me restrain your belly enough to properly tickle it, but the rack will. I’ve built and tested enough bondage to know that.”
“You do know your bondage,” she allowed. “But you still hesitated a lot when I let you tie me down to the couch, and I didn’t enjoy it that much until you went all out on me.”
“I knew you enjoyed it!” he broke in. “This will be fun, too. You’ll be restrained enough that I can use all the techniques that you could squirm away from on the couch. You seemed to want those.”
“But would you actually go all out?”
“I was afraid I’d go too far yesterday. We don’t have that issue today.”
“Why not?”
“We’re going to Jen and Maddie’s house later. I have to stop by a certain time, and until then, I know I can tickle you as much as I want.”
“And if it becomes too much for me?” Dawn knew this would not be an issue, but Connor had thought of it as one yesterday.
“I gave you a safeword yesterday; I’ll be listening in case you ever want to use it. Plus, you said you could make me stop at any point. Can’t you still do that if you need to?”
“Well, yes…”
He pushed back in, “Yesterday afternoon, after I finished tickling you, you said that you’d definitely let me tie you down and tickle you again. Did I do something to change that?”
Dawn finally let herself smile. “Not necessarily. I’d just like to know why you want to tie me down and tickle me so badly.”
“We’re just getting back from my old mistress’s house, and later today, we’ll be going to your friends’ home.”
Her smile was replaced with confusion. “Okay?”
“I told you that I got tickled a ton during that visit to Mistress Felicity’s house.”
“You also said that you tickled Evelyn.”
“A little, not much. You said that I’d be getting tickled when we visit Jen and Maddie.”
“I also said that Jen would almost certainly let you tickle her, and you’d probably get some time to tickle Maddie.”
As they entered their neighborhood, Connor pushed back, “But nothing guaranteed. We still don’t know if they’ll like me. I’d like something more certain, and I’d like to tickle someone who wants it. You’re the only ticklee who I already know fits that.”
It would be hard for Dawn to deny that, especially since she did want Connor to lock her on the rack and tickle her. Despite her eagerness to approve, she feigned further hesitation with a, “Well…”
“Please, Dawn? I’ll let you pick a tool or two for me to use.”
That offer pushed it over the edge, and Dawn smiled. “Deal. Only for thirty minutes, though. I don’t want to be exhausted visiting Jen and Maddie. As long as it goes well, we can do it again tomorrow for more time.”
“Sounds great to me. What tools do you want?”
“I don’t need to pick out tools; I just wanted to make sure you could convince me.”
“That’s all you wanted?” he smirked. “Well, if that’s all you wanted, I should have just done this.”
“COHOHOHON!” He reached out and began tickling her bare belly with both hands, causing her to laugh out his name. However, she did not resist, enjoying the feeling of his fingers on her stomach.
“See, you like this. Just like all of yesterday. I bet that if I’d started by tickling your tummy, you’d have agreed to go on the rack right away.”
“YEHEHEHES IHIHIHIHI WOHOHOHOULD!”
“Good. I’m going to have to do this more often to get you to agree to let me practice tickling you.”
“PLEHEHEHASE DOHOHOHO!” She kept her hands away from her midriff, allowing him to freely tickle her.
“I would like to get to that half hour of rack tickling, though, so can we go inside?”
“Sure!” Dawn grabbed his departing hand and practically pulled him into her house. Given a taste of the unrestrained version of tummy tickling, she was eager to make her most ticklish spots more vulnerable. Once they got inside, she led him downstairs and immediately laid down on the rack. “You should know how this works, Con,” she stated, raising her arms high above her head.
He secured her wrists. “Yes, Dawn. I’ve been on both sides several times, yours too much. Are these cuffs comfortable?”
“Yes. I made sure of that when I got them. Who do you think I bought the rack to lock up?”
“Fair enough. I hope that’s still the plan.”
“Depends on how well you tickle me,” she teased as he cuffed her ankles. Connor removed a flip flop and stroked her sole. “Cohohohon!” she giggled. He continued to run a single finger up and down the sole. “Ohohohokahahay! Ihihihit’s stihihill the plahahan. Plehehease gehehet uhuhuhup hehehehere!”
“Up there?” he playfully questioned, giving her toes a light scribble before obeying her request. “What’s up there that I should be so interested in?”
“Some very ticklish spots,” she stared at him with a smile. “Not to mention, the whole reason you put me on the rack.”
“You mean one of these?” He reached under the rack and pulled out a drawer. “These do look fun.”
“That’s a good enough reason to search down there,” Dawn observed as she saw a feather that Connor had retrieved. “But it’s not why I’m on the rack.”
“Are you sure?” He swiped the feather on top of her torso, causing her to shriek and suck in her stomach.
“Well, when you put it like that,” she fixed her eyes on the feather, “it seems like a good enough reason to get me on the rack.”
“Glad to hear it.” He gave her midsection three separate swipes with the feather: one up her exposed abdomen, then over towards her opposite side, and finally down onto her outie. With a loud scream of laughter, she threw her midriff to the side to get away from the navel tickle. “Well, Dawn, we can’t have you doing that,” he declared as the feather found and briefly teased her bellybutton again, causing her to squirm back towards him. “I guess its good this rack can do more than just hold your wrists and ankles. After all, I promised yesterday that I’d slide a feather all over the top of your button. You seemed to want it then, so as long-”
“YES!” Dawn exclaimed, causing Connor to jump back.
“Then you need to be still.”
“Yes, I do,” Dawn’s eyes grew wide with tickle hunger. “Please stretch me out. There are extra straps in the very bottom drawer at my tummy level if you want to make it completely still.”
“I’ll just start with the stretching. Let me know when you want me to stop.” The motor at the rack’s top began to whine as it slowly stretched Dawn’s arms above her head. Within half a minute, the ticklee felt vulnerable enough and asked Connor to stop. “Is that comfortable?” he inquired. She smiled and nodded in return. “A couple things before I start, Dawn. I didn’t think to get a timer out, and you only wanted half an hour of tickling. Since I already started, do you want me to set the timer for twenty-five minutes instead? Also, where is a timer I can use?”
“Look at the top drawer near my head. There should be a timer there. For the time, I promised you a half hour with me on the rack, and up until you stretched me out, this felt a whole lot like a normal table.”
“Tummy Paradise gave you plenty of bellybutton tickle training, right?”
“I don’t remember giving you any restrictions on tickle spots. Plus, I still have my safeword for an emergency, but like I was telling you yesterday, it won’t be necessary.”
“Good.” He set the timer near her head, started it, and sat down by her bare belly.
Next Chapter
Chapter 17: Thursday Trips, Part 5
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 3
As they walked to the bus station, Dawn turned to Connor and stated, “So, Felicity said she got you a job.”
“Yes, she did,” Connor smiled. “Construction, somewhat similar to what I did with Evelyn. We work all over the Tickle Cartel, but at least for now, the site’s pretty close to here.”
“Pretty close? Did you go there or somewhere else? Felicity said it took you a while to drive there for the interview.”
“No, I interviewed at the site. I’m not sure why she lied to you, though. The only thing that took a while was me and Evelyn getting tickled. Mistress tied me down, and she and Evelyn each took several turns tickling me. Later, I got to tickle Evelyn back for the first time in forever as a reward for being freed. The trip to the site took ten minutes at most.”
“Interesting. Why would she lie to me?”
“I really don’t know. You knew that I’d been her tickle slave for years, and while I lived there, she had me tickled more times than I can count.”
“Hmm,” Dawn furrowed her brow in confusion.
“Anyways, that’s not important. What is important is how I got that job today. Apparently, Mistress Felicity talked to Evelyn on Monday morning and told her that I was going to be freed, so Evelyn actually helped look for a job for me. They said that it took a lot of time to find a suitable one, and while I’m not sure how true that is, it gave them a reason to tickle me as payment.”
“Well, it was kind that they helped you find a job.”
“Definitely. I’m really glad Evelyn got involved. Once I heard that she thought I’d like the job, I was on board.”
“Yes, I’d hope she would have a good understanding of your skills. Not sure how kind the payment tickling was, though.”
Connor shrugged, “I’m used to it. I’ve been tickled tons by Evelyn and plenty by Mistress Felicity. Plus, I got to tie Evelyn up and tickle her. That was worth the tickling and having to agree to come back to help her build bondage.”
Dawn stopped in her tracks. “Wait, they forced you to agree to that?”
“Well, I would have agreed to it anyways. I miss everyone there, and I would have jumped at any opportunity to visit regularly. They didn’t give me a chance to say yes before they started tickling, though. I think it was just another excuse to tickle me.”
“Oh.” The two began walking again, and soon the bus station came into view. Dawn took the opportunity to switch back to the original topic. “So, do you know anything specific about your construction job?”
“Not really. My new boss told me I’d start getting up to speed on the current project Monday. All I really know is that we should be doing a bit of everything. From what she said, there aren’t very many construction companies in the Tickle Cartel, so we’re supposed to go all around fixing whatever’s needed. Should keep the work interesting, at least. Oh, also, the supervisor said she’d trained a few freed men, including a couple from Mistress Felicity, and most of my coworkers used to be tickle slaves. Hopefully, the transition will be as easy for me as it was for them.”
“That’s nice.”
Connor nodded, and they dropped their conversation. Once again, Dawn bought tickler tickets for them, and with a ticklee constantly between them on the bus, they never started talking until they got off.
“So, Con, how was it seeing your old friends at Felicity’s?” Dawn asked as they headed towards the house.
“I’ll always enjoy seeing Evelyn,” he began. “Pam and Scarlett… well, they’re a handful, and I’m sure they would have tickled me the whole time if you or…” he took a quick breath, “Felicity had let them.”
“They certainly wanted to get you when we arrived, and it looked like they took it all out on you when Felicity gave them permission.”
“That was torture. Their rib tickling always has been, and I’m sure it always will be.”
“You said that Evelyn tickled you plenty, too.”
“Well, yes, but she’s different. She was torturous at times, but generally, she tried and still tries to draw out the tickling. Back when I was a slave, unless she also earned a punishment, Evelyn usually had the authority to discipline me, and the punishments with her as my only tickler could last an hour or more. Pam, Scarlett, and all the others only got me during free time, usually via gang ticklings. As awful as those were, they never lasted very long. Evelyn always tended to go lighter and tickle me for longer. This time, she didn’t get to go as long, so she threw in brief parts of intense tickling. For the most part, though, she went lighter so it wasn’t so torturous.”
“Interesting. What about Felicity? You said she tickled you, too.”
“She loves making all tickle slaves scream. You’ve never tickle tortured me as bad as she did, and you got me plenty good while I was your slave.”
“Really? Maybe I need to demonstrate my tickling skills again.” She wiggled her fingers threateningly.
He backed away. “No, Dawn, you really don’t. At least, you shouldn’t try to tickle torture me like Mistress did. She may not have focused as much on me as the other slaves, but she got plenty of time to figure out what tortures me the most. I’m sure you’ll get there naturally as long as we keep hanging out.”
She smirked. “So you’re saying that I’m going to get a lot of chances to tickle you?”
His face fell. “Well, umm… you said that I wouldn’t be able to avoid getting tickled.”
“Yes, but I also said that you could stop me by resisting. If I’m going to get as good at tickling you as Felicity, though, I apparently need lots of practice. Probably on your bare ribs.”
“Umm.” Connor went silent.
“I’ll take that as a yes. I’ve already gotten some practice, and we’ll continue it later. The rack’s a perfect spot to make me your best tickler.”
Connor finally found his voice again, “We don’t need to continue it. You’re a great tickler already.”
“But I want to be your best tickler.”
“Well, I’d like to hang out with you like we used to, and you didn’t used to tickle me all the time.”
“We’re in the Tickle Cartel now.”
“So?”
“We live in a tickling-focused area, and I know that you’re ticklish now. I have to tickle you more.”
“Not necessarily. I mean, I used to tickle you a lot. Maybe we could just bring that back to satisfy being in the Tickle Cartel. You don’t have to tickle me; I could tickle you instead.”
“You could tickle me instead? Hmm…” she questioned, pretending to just be considering it while adoring the thought.
“Yes, I should be the tickler.” Sensing an opportunity to protect his ribs, Connor jumped on it. “Yesterday, you let me tickle you twice on the couch. You liked it so much that I had to stop it the first time, and the second time, it only stopped because it was so late.”
“You’re still ticklish.”
“But you love being tickled, and I like tickling you. It’s better if I become your best tickler and you just tickle me on occasion. I think we should practice for that.”
“Oh?” She tried to hide the growing smile on her face.
Connor had no interest in letting up. “Yes. We should practice as soon as we get home. I promised to put you on the downstairs rack when I tickled you yesterday, and you seemed to want it.”
“The rack?” Even though she wanted to be tickled, she was surprised at how quickly he proposed the bondage.
“Yes. The couch didn’t let me restrain your belly enough to properly tickle it, but the rack will. I’ve built and tested enough bondage to know that.”
“You do know your bondage,” she allowed. “But you still hesitated a lot when I let you tie me down to the couch, and I didn’t enjoy it that much until you went all out on me.”
“I knew you enjoyed it!” he broke in. “This will be fun, too. You’ll be restrained enough that I can use all the techniques that you could squirm away from on the couch. You seemed to want those.”
“But would you actually go all out?”
“I was afraid I’d go too far yesterday. We don’t have that issue today.”
“Why not?”
“We’re going to Jen and Maddie’s house later. I have to stop by a certain time, and until then, I know I can tickle you as much as I want.”
“And if it becomes too much for me?” Dawn knew this would not be an issue, but Connor had thought of it as one yesterday.
“I gave you a safeword yesterday; I’ll be listening in case you ever want to use it. Plus, you said you could make me stop at any point. Can’t you still do that if you need to?”
“Well, yes…”
He pushed back in, “Yesterday afternoon, after I finished tickling you, you said that you’d definitely let me tie you down and tickle you again. Did I do something to change that?”
Dawn finally let herself smile. “Not necessarily. I’d just like to know why you want to tie me down and tickle me so badly.”
“We’re just getting back from my old mistress’s house, and later today, we’ll be going to your friends’ home.”
Her smile was replaced with confusion. “Okay?”
“I told you that I got tickled a ton during that visit to Mistress Felicity’s house.”
“You also said that you tickled Evelyn.”
“A little, not much. You said that I’d be getting tickled when we visit Jen and Maddie.”
“I also said that Jen would almost certainly let you tickle her, and you’d probably get some time to tickle Maddie.”
As they entered their neighborhood, Connor pushed back, “But nothing guaranteed. We still don’t know if they’ll like me. I’d like something more certain, and I’d like to tickle someone who wants it. You’re the only ticklee who I already know fits that.”
It would be hard for Dawn to deny that, especially since she did want Connor to lock her on the rack and tickle her. Despite her eagerness to approve, she feigned further hesitation with a, “Well…”
“Please, Dawn? I’ll let you pick a tool or two for me to use.”
That offer pushed it over the edge, and Dawn smiled. “Deal. Only for thirty minutes, though. I don’t want to be exhausted visiting Jen and Maddie. As long as it goes well, we can do it again tomorrow for more time.”
“Sounds great to me. What tools do you want?”
“I don’t need to pick out tools; I just wanted to make sure you could convince me.”
“That’s all you wanted?” he smirked. “Well, if that’s all you wanted, I should have just done this.”
“COHOHOHON!” He reached out and began tickling her bare belly with both hands, causing her to laugh out his name. However, she did not resist, enjoying the feeling of his fingers on her stomach.
“See, you like this. Just like all of yesterday. I bet that if I’d started by tickling your tummy, you’d have agreed to go on the rack right away.”
“YEHEHEHES IHIHIHIHI WOHOHOHOULD!”
“Good. I’m going to have to do this more often to get you to agree to let me practice tickling you.”
“PLEHEHEHASE DOHOHOHO!” She kept her hands away from her midriff, allowing him to freely tickle her.
“I would like to get to that half hour of rack tickling, though, so can we go inside?”
“Sure!” Dawn grabbed his departing hand and practically pulled him into her house. Given a taste of the unrestrained version of tummy tickling, she was eager to make her most ticklish spots more vulnerable. Once they got inside, she led him downstairs and immediately laid down on the rack. “You should know how this works, Con,” she stated, raising her arms high above her head.
He secured her wrists. “Yes, Dawn. I’ve been on both sides several times, yours too much. Are these cuffs comfortable?”
“Yes. I made sure of that when I got them. Who do you think I bought the rack to lock up?”
“Fair enough. I hope that’s still the plan.”
“Depends on how well you tickle me,” she teased as he cuffed her ankles. Connor removed a flip flop and stroked her sole. “Cohohohon!” she giggled. He continued to run a single finger up and down the sole. “Ohohohokahahay! Ihihihit’s stihihill the plahahan. Plehehease gehehet uhuhuhup hehehehere!”
“Up there?” he playfully questioned, giving her toes a light scribble before obeying her request. “What’s up there that I should be so interested in?”
“Some very ticklish spots,” she stared at him with a smile. “Not to mention, the whole reason you put me on the rack.”
“You mean one of these?” He reached under the rack and pulled out a drawer. “These do look fun.”
“That’s a good enough reason to search down there,” Dawn observed as she saw a feather that Connor had retrieved. “But it’s not why I’m on the rack.”
“Are you sure?” He swiped the feather on top of her torso, causing her to shriek and suck in her stomach.
“Well, when you put it like that,” she fixed her eyes on the feather, “it seems like a good enough reason to get me on the rack.”
“Glad to hear it.” He gave her midsection three separate swipes with the feather: one up her exposed abdomen, then over towards her opposite side, and finally down onto her outie. With a loud scream of laughter, she threw her midriff to the side to get away from the navel tickle. “Well, Dawn, we can’t have you doing that,” he declared as the feather found and briefly teased her bellybutton again, causing her to squirm back towards him. “I guess its good this rack can do more than just hold your wrists and ankles. After all, I promised yesterday that I’d slide a feather all over the top of your button. You seemed to want it then, so as long-”
“YES!” Dawn exclaimed, causing Connor to jump back.
“Then you need to be still.”
“Yes, I do,” Dawn’s eyes grew wide with tickle hunger. “Please stretch me out. There are extra straps in the very bottom drawer at my tummy level if you want to make it completely still.”
“I’ll just start with the stretching. Let me know when you want me to stop.” The motor at the rack’s top began to whine as it slowly stretched Dawn’s arms above her head. Within half a minute, the ticklee felt vulnerable enough and asked Connor to stop. “Is that comfortable?” he inquired. She smiled and nodded in return. “A couple things before I start, Dawn. I didn’t think to get a timer out, and you only wanted half an hour of tickling. Since I already started, do you want me to set the timer for twenty-five minutes instead? Also, where is a timer I can use?”
“Look at the top drawer near my head. There should be a timer there. For the time, I promised you a half hour with me on the rack, and up until you stretched me out, this felt a whole lot like a normal table.”
“Tummy Paradise gave you plenty of bellybutton tickle training, right?”
“I don’t remember giving you any restrictions on tickle spots. Plus, I still have my safeword for an emergency, but like I was telling you yesterday, it won’t be necessary.”
“Good.” He set the timer near her head, started it, and sat down by her bare belly.
Next Chapter
Chapter 17: Thursday Trips, Part 5
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