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Here is part 6 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 5
To show Connor a different option for getting around, Dawn took him to the nearby transportation area and bought two tickler tickets for the subway. The pair sat side by side, but only the professional switch took advantage of the ticklees tied to the poles in front of them. Instead of tickling the bound and sensitive ticklees facing him, the former tickle slave turned around whenever the subway came to a stop, asking Dawn what was near each one. During the rides between stops, he either glanced around at the tickling inside the subway, never joining in, or listened to Dawn talk about attractions near the last stop they passed. Since Dawn wanted him to hear what she had to say, she limited how much she actually tickled the helpless women in front of her. As a result, both times the ticklees on the pole between them exited the subway, they thanked the two tickler-riders for the limited torture. The two responded politely, although the switch somewhat regretted not taking advantage of her ticket.
Finally, Dawn and Connor reached their stop, and they headed to Sixteen Swirls, where Jen and Maddie still lived five years after entering the Tickle Cartel. Eager to introduce Connor and to see her friends after a week and a half, the frequent visitor rushed her companion to Apartment Q15. “Stand here, Con,” Dawn positioned Connor a respectful distance away from the door and then knocked, sliding back so he was closer than her.
“Dawn!” Maddie opened the door so quickly that the professional switch barely had time to back out of the way. “And this must-” The Dungeon Tickler’s head cocked to the side in confusion when she saw Connor’s chest, and then her body froze. Only her eyes made the trip up to look at his face.
“Maddie, this is Con- sorry, Connor,” Dawn introduced the new visitor. “Con, this is Maddie.”
“Nice to meet you,” Connor held his hand out for a handshake.
“Uhhhhhhhhh…” Maddie’s voice trailed off as she stared at the newcomer.
“Mads, what’s going on? I thought I heard Dawn,” Jen’s voice called out from inside.
“You did!” Dawn replied.
“Are they coming in? Mads?” Jen’s tone grew concerned, and she soon came into view. One glance out the door got her to freeze for a second. “Oh!” With a blink and a surprised exclamation, she recovered, smiled warmly, and reached around the frozen woman to take the handshake Connor had offered Maddie.
“Hi, I-” he began.
“Jen, this is Connor,” Dawn interrupted to introduce her former slave. “Con-”
“I’m Jen,” the Dungeon Tickler stepped in. “That’s Maddie. It’s nice to meet you, Connor.” As Connor responded in kind, Jen placed a hand on her best friend’s shoulder and admonished, “Mads, we have guests.”
Maddie shook her shoulders and blinked a few times. “Huh? Oh. Hello, C- sorry, what was your name?”
“Connor,” he reintroduced himself, holding out his hand again.
“Connor, okay, hi,” she took his offered hand and began absent-mindedly shaking it. As she gave the typical greeting, though, she focused on his face, getting a distant look in her eyes.
After half a minute of shaking hands with Maddie, Connor looked down, confused, causing Jen and Dawn to do the same. “Mads? Hey, Maddie?” Jen asked. Maddie did not respond, and Jen’s lips curved up deviously. “Sorry about that, Connor. I guess she must have shut down. For future reference, here’s the button to reactivate her.” The Dungeon Tickler reached around her crop top-wearing best friend and slipped her pointer finger into the frozen woman’s navel, then began wiggling it wildly.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!” Maddie instantly released Connor as both of her hands rushed back to protect her weak spot. Before she could catch the invading finger, Jen retracted it. “Jen!”
“You’re blocking the door. We have guests.”
Maddie looked up, only to see the man outside her door a third time, and her face turned crimson. “Sorry,” she squeaked and slid to the side, freeing up a path for Dawn and Connor.
“Please come in,” Jen requested as she also moved out of the way, and the two entered. “Connor, right?” she requested confirmation after shutting the door. He nodded, and she continued, “Welcome. Sorry about her reaction; we’re not used to seeing men around here.”
“Yeah, sorry,” Maddie sheepishly stated. “I’ll try not to do that again.”
“But if she does, be sure to press her activation button,” Jen teasingly suggested.
“Jen!”
“Worked last time,” Jen dismissively proclaimed, heading back to the kitchen. “Dinner’s almost ready. Feel free to take any seat at the table.”
Maddie walked over to the dining room, but Connor turned back to Dawn. She gave him a gentle prod, encouraging him to follow the host. When they arrived at the table, Maddie took a seat, and Connor chose the chair opposite her. Dawn sat down on Connor’s right, leaving the final seat for Jen.
“So, how did you two meet?” Maddie wondered.
“You know how we met,” Dawn responded quickly.
“We know how you and Connor met?”
“Yes.”
“Connor, yeah, I remember you talking about- oh!” A look of realization came onto the Dungeon Tickler’s face, and she turned to him. “That Connor. You’re Dawn’s old neighbor from Pinedale?”
“Yes,” he answered.
“She always called you ‘Con’ when she talked about you,” Jen observed from the kitchen.
“And when she talks to me.” He gave Dawn a smile after hearing that.
“Wow! I wouldn’t have ever imagined another pair of friends reuniting in the Tickle Cartel,” Maddie smiled. “Well, we know how you originally met, but how about around here? Dawn never said anything about you being here when she told us about you.”
“I was near the Tickle Cartel Art Museum last Saturday,” he started.
“I bought Con after he and his mistress spotted me jogging by the recreation area,” Dawn interrupted. “She’d been tickling him, but she gave him a break to call me over.”
“You bought him?” Jen reentered the room with a disbelieving question. “And he had a mistress? I thought you said that he wasn’t ticklish.”
“Yeah, he’s ticklish?” Maddie eyed Connor with a dominant smile.
“He’s ticklish; I just used to be a really bad non-tummy tickler,” Dawn affirmed.
“Interesting,” Maddie’s smile grew wider. “STAHAHAHAHAHAP!”
“That activation button also works as a persuasion button,” Jen declared as she tormented the bare innie. “Mads, you’re going to scare our guest before dinner.”
“STAHAHAHAP! JEHEHEHEHEHEN!”
“Then don’t try to scare him,” Jen removed her finger. “Now, how about instead of threatening to tickle our guest, you get the fruit out?”
“Okay, okay, whatever you say, meanie,” Maddie poked Jen’s belly, getting a squeal and a hop out of her friend.
“Sorry, Connor. Maddie’s a tickler, and I’m sure you know how much Dawn enjoys laughing. Whenever Dawn’s here, or if it’s just Maddie and me, she tends to be pretty open about it. If she ever sounds too threatening, though, just use her persuasion button. It will keep her in line.”
“Oh, don’t worry; I told him how much Maddie tickles,” Dawn stated.
“Great! That shouldn’t have been weird, then,” Maddie slipped back into the dining room without any fruit. “See, Jen, Dawn knew me well enough to prepare Connor. Maybe you should know me that well, too. You already know how much I love doing this.”
“MAHAHAHAHADS!” Jen had left her torso unprotected, and Maddie wiggled all ten of her fingers into it. “THE FRUHUHUHUIT!”
“Can come out whenever the casserole’s done.”
“IHIHIHIT IHIHIHIS AHAHALMOHOHOST DOHOHOHONE!” Still, Jen made no moves to resist the midriff tickles.
“Ugh, fine,” Maddie frustratingly removed her hands. “I’ll get the fruit out.”
“And you still shouldn’t threaten to tickle a newcomer. Dawn telling him that you like tickling people doesn’t excuse that.”
“Fine.” Maddie grabbed a container out of the fridge and carried it to the dining room. “I’m sorry, Connor. That wasn’t very welcoming of me. I’ll keep from implying that I’m going to tickle you until I’m ready to actually do it.”
“Mads!” Jen gasped. “What did I just say?”
“I told Con that he’d be tickled,” Dawn jumped in before Jen could complain more.
“See!” Maddie flipped around to face her best friend. “Dawn knows what’s going to happen.” She turned back to look at Connor. “Still, unless you force it, I won’t tickle you until after dinner.”
“I guess that’s something,” he shrugged, not bothering to protest the eventuality of being tickled.
“So, Dawn, you said you weren’t good at finding tickle spots outside the tummy,” Maddie turned to the other guest, ignoring the oven as it began beeping in the background. “What did you miss on him?”
“Dinner’s ready!” Jen broadcasted extra loudly to keep Dawn from answering.
“Yeah? You need help with the casserole?” Maddie twisted her head back to the kitchen.
“No, just stay out of the way. It’s hot.”
“Then why’d you say it so loud?”
“To make sure you’d stay out of the way when I bring it in,” Jen carried the food to the table, setting it on a preplaced hot pad. “And because you just talked about not mentioning tickling Connor until after dinner. Let’s try to keep the conversation civil while we’re eating.”
“I was just asking for future reference. Plus, we’re in the Tickle Cartel; what could be more civil than talking about tickling?”
“Perhaps we should let Connor or Dawn explain how they met a little more.” Jen took her seat, then eyed Dawn. “And remember the other thing we talked about yesterday. Dawn still needs to explain why she missed two hangouts before rescheduling to tonight.”
“Yes, we do need to know why Dawn skipped Saturday and canceled Tuesday,” Maddie agreed, turning her tickler’s smile on the switch. “I’d also like to know how she plans to make that up to us.”
“I’ll be free for tickles after dinner, Maddie,” Dawn calmly stated. “Missing that was the worst part about not seeing you those two days.”
Content with the promise of tickling Dawn later, Maddie took a glance towards Connor, then turned her attention back to Dawn. “So, why’d you miss Saturday night? Was it because of him?”
“Yes, I met Con again on Saturday morning, and he introduced me to his mistress. She and Con had been looking for me for a while, but once they found me, she wanted to make sure that we were telling the truth about being neighbors. Once we convinced her, she offered to sell him to me, and I accepted. We agreed that I’d buy him Sunday afternoon, and until I went to do that, I spent my time cleaning up my house to welcome him.”
“You should have called us; we would have helped,” Jen dictated. “Between Wendy, her tickle slaves, and the two of us, your place would have been spotless in an hour.”
“Well, I wasn’t sure how anyone would react to me getting a tickle slave, and I’d just met Con for the first time in nine years. I mean, if you two had been separated that long…”
“Good point,” Jen finished. “I was out for a week, and when I saw Maddie again, she tickle tortured me for forever.”
“Not forever,” Maddie huffed. “But I get your point, Dawn. You’re lucky Connor’s not me; with that nine-year break, half a week might not be enough to make up for all the tickles you missed. So, you were distracted and cleaning on Saturday. You still normally come over here on Tuesdays. What happened then? Were you having trouble with him? Is that why you didn’t want to bring him over? Or have us come to you? We would have been happy to visit you if that would have worked better.”
Connor lowered his head at the mention of being trouble, but Dawn spoke up before he could, “No, no, neither of those. Con was a great tickle slave, but from the moment I agreed to buy him, I knew that I wanted to free him pretty quickly. I wasn’t quite ready to do that by Tuesday, and I didn’t want to introduce him to you as my tickle slave. I freed him yesterday afternoon.”
“Oh, you’re free?” Jen turned to Connor with a happy smile. “Congratulations!”
“Yeah, congratulations,” Maddie barely kept a scowl out of her response.
“Mads!” The annoyance in Jen’s face was becoming more and more apparent with Maddie’s responses. “Quit acting like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like you’re disappointed that he’s here. You’re not disappointed, are you?” Connor shrunk in his chair.
“What? No, of course not!” Maddie shook her head firmly negatively. “I always like new guests. I may be disappointed that he’s not a tickle slave anymore, but not that he’s here. Connor, I don’t want to make you feel unwelcome. I’ll pay more attention and make sure that doesn’t happen anymore.”
“I feel welcome, Miss Maddie.”
“Maddie,” she ordered in disgust. “No ‘Miss’. Only tickle slaves say ‘Miss’, and Dawn said you’re free. You are free, right?”
“Yes, Dawn freed me yesterday,” he confirmed.
“Then just call me Maddie, no ‘Miss’.” He nodded obediently.
“Maddie, why exactly are you disappointed that he’s not a tickle slave?” Jen put the conversation back on topic.
“Tickle slaves are a lot easier to tickle-test, and I want to tickle-test him later.”
Seeing an opportunity to ease her friend’s concerns, Dawn commanded, “Con, hands flat on the table.”
“Yes, Mistress.” Connor instantly obeyed, staring down at his empty plate with his palms facing the table.
“Don’t abuse that, Maddie, or I’ll paint your bellybutton for hours,” Dawn threatened.
“And when she’s done, I’ll tie you to the bed for a second round,” Jen added, although she could not help but smile at the vulnerability of her new guest.
“Con, you don’t need to do that anymore.”
As if coming out of a trance, he glanced at his hands, then threw a betrayed look at his former mistress. “Dawn…” he complained.
“They were probably going to find out at some point,” she shrugged.
“Maddie and I are skilled enough ticklers that we probably won’t need to use it,” Jen declared. “Plus, I’ll make sure you tickle someone else today.”
“Okay, it’s alright that he’s not still a tickle slave,” Maddie wore her tickler’s smile again as she looked between Jen and Dawn. “So, Dawn, how was owning a tickle slave?”
“I don’t know… interesting,” she replied. “It’s different than coming over here and tickling you and Jen.”
“Yeah, because we tickle back. How in the world did you manage to get from Sunday to Wednesday… afternoon?” Dawn nodded. “Yes, Sunday to Wednesday afternoon with a person in your house who couldn’t tickle you.”
“Well, he did tickle me Sunday night-”
“Wow, you’re generous,” Maddie interrupted. “I doubt even Jen would let a tickle slave get her on the first night.”
“Yeah, why’d you let him tickle you so quickly?” Jen added.
Dawn swallowed, and Connor closed his eyes and winced in shame. “I didn’t. Con is much stronger than me, and I left myself vulnerable without realizing what I was getting myself into.”
“What?!” Jen turned angrily to Connor. “You-”
“I spent the rest of his tickle slavery punishing him!” Dawn blurted out. “He’s been very sorry for tickling me since Monday morning, and it won’t happen again!”
“It was that bad that he’s not going to get to tickle you again?” Jen gave Connor a stink-eye.
“Just not against my will. He has tickled me since, and I know he will again.” That calmed the Dungeon Ticklers down. “However, everything since Sunday has been either unrestrained or with my express permission. Kind of like what we do.”
“Are you really sorry for tickling her against her will?” Maddie pointedly asked the former slave.
“I wouldn’t have freed him if I thought he’d force it again,” Dawn answered for Connor, and he added a nod. “If you need any more proof, I had him tie me down yesterday afternoon. He almost didn’t tickle me because he wanted to make sure he wasn’t tickle torturing me again.”
Maddie fumed at the phrasing. “So he did tickle torture you? I’m go-”
“The torture part was me not consenting to getting tied down and tickled,” the former mistress clarified. “The whole time he tickled me, he never used flossers, and none of the actual tickling was all that torturous. That’s all beside the point now. I already punished him, and I know that it won’t happen again. When you tickle him later, don’t do it out of revenge for tickling me that night. He’s paid his debt for that. More than paid his debt. Con, tell them.”
Flustered, Connor lifted his head to see that the Dungeon Ticklers were staring him down. “For the rest of my tickle slavery, I had a tickle machine on my worst spot, and she activated it plenty. She also tied me down multiple times for tickle torture.”
“What did I do Tuesday morning to you?” she led.
“Oh. She painted me like she was threatening to do to Maddie, and it was torture.”
“Rest assured, I punished him sufficiently.”
“Fine. Just don’t torture her again, or her punishments will pale in comparison to what we’ll do. We tickle torture people for a living,” Jen threatened.
Maddie proclaimed, “I’ll tickle you like I normally tickle people, and it might feel like I’m punishing you, but I’m not. Remember that, because if you torture Dawn again, I won’t hold back.”
“Good,” Dawn breathed a sigh of relief as the room fully calmed down again.
“Let’s change the topic,” Jen offered, and all three others nodded in agreement. “Connor, what made you come to the Tickle Cartel?”
He pointed to Dawn. “She disappeared on a trip, and I wanted to find her. My research said that even if she wasn’t on Tickle Island, it was still the best starting point.”
“And you found her?”
“I mean, I guess, if you count Saturday. But even then, it was Mistress Felicity that found her for me. When I came over here looking for Dawn, I was careless. The Tickle Cartel really didn’t need to spend much effort catching me and making me a tickle slave.”
“I’m going to need to hear that story,” Maddie dictated. “Also, I know Dawn didn’t think you were ticklish back then. Did you think that, too?”
“I knew I was a little ticklish, but I had no idea of how much,” Connor admitted. “However, it didn’t take long for me to learn once the Tickle Cartel slavers tied me down and started looking for weak spots.”
“Which are?” Maddie pressed.
“Let’s save that for later, Mads,” Jen interjected. “Connor, I wouldn’t advise telling her your worst spots. She will find them, but trust me, it will make her much happier compared to you telling her. You want her to be happy when you’re under her fingers.” Connor nodded. “So, what happened after you became a tickle slave?”
“I got trained, and I tried to find Dawn during that, to no avail. Then I got sold to Mistress Felicity, and I told her all about Dawn. It took a while, but she eventually made a deal where she’d take me out in public and tickle me, and we’d look for Dawn. Unfortunately, it took until Saturday for that to pay off, but it was all worth it. You know what happened after that.”
“Yes, lots and lots of tickling,” Jen announced. The conversation stopped suddenly, and the Dungeon Tickler looked down at the table. “Hey, we’ve been talking so much that we forgot about dinner. Sorry. Connor, would you like some casserole?”
“Yes, please.” The food began to make rounds on the table, signaling the start of dinner.
Next Chapter
Chapter 17: Thursday Trips, Part 7
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 5
To show Connor a different option for getting around, Dawn took him to the nearby transportation area and bought two tickler tickets for the subway. The pair sat side by side, but only the professional switch took advantage of the ticklees tied to the poles in front of them. Instead of tickling the bound and sensitive ticklees facing him, the former tickle slave turned around whenever the subway came to a stop, asking Dawn what was near each one. During the rides between stops, he either glanced around at the tickling inside the subway, never joining in, or listened to Dawn talk about attractions near the last stop they passed. Since Dawn wanted him to hear what she had to say, she limited how much she actually tickled the helpless women in front of her. As a result, both times the ticklees on the pole between them exited the subway, they thanked the two tickler-riders for the limited torture. The two responded politely, although the switch somewhat regretted not taking advantage of her ticket.
Finally, Dawn and Connor reached their stop, and they headed to Sixteen Swirls, where Jen and Maddie still lived five years after entering the Tickle Cartel. Eager to introduce Connor and to see her friends after a week and a half, the frequent visitor rushed her companion to Apartment Q15. “Stand here, Con,” Dawn positioned Connor a respectful distance away from the door and then knocked, sliding back so he was closer than her.
“Dawn!” Maddie opened the door so quickly that the professional switch barely had time to back out of the way. “And this must-” The Dungeon Tickler’s head cocked to the side in confusion when she saw Connor’s chest, and then her body froze. Only her eyes made the trip up to look at his face.
“Maddie, this is Con- sorry, Connor,” Dawn introduced the new visitor. “Con, this is Maddie.”
“Nice to meet you,” Connor held his hand out for a handshake.
“Uhhhhhhhhh…” Maddie’s voice trailed off as she stared at the newcomer.
“Mads, what’s going on? I thought I heard Dawn,” Jen’s voice called out from inside.
“You did!” Dawn replied.
“Are they coming in? Mads?” Jen’s tone grew concerned, and she soon came into view. One glance out the door got her to freeze for a second. “Oh!” With a blink and a surprised exclamation, she recovered, smiled warmly, and reached around the frozen woman to take the handshake Connor had offered Maddie.
“Hi, I-” he began.
“Jen, this is Connor,” Dawn interrupted to introduce her former slave. “Con-”
“I’m Jen,” the Dungeon Tickler stepped in. “That’s Maddie. It’s nice to meet you, Connor.” As Connor responded in kind, Jen placed a hand on her best friend’s shoulder and admonished, “Mads, we have guests.”
Maddie shook her shoulders and blinked a few times. “Huh? Oh. Hello, C- sorry, what was your name?”
“Connor,” he reintroduced himself, holding out his hand again.
“Connor, okay, hi,” she took his offered hand and began absent-mindedly shaking it. As she gave the typical greeting, though, she focused on his face, getting a distant look in her eyes.
After half a minute of shaking hands with Maddie, Connor looked down, confused, causing Jen and Dawn to do the same. “Mads? Hey, Maddie?” Jen asked. Maddie did not respond, and Jen’s lips curved up deviously. “Sorry about that, Connor. I guess she must have shut down. For future reference, here’s the button to reactivate her.” The Dungeon Tickler reached around her crop top-wearing best friend and slipped her pointer finger into the frozen woman’s navel, then began wiggling it wildly.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!” Maddie instantly released Connor as both of her hands rushed back to protect her weak spot. Before she could catch the invading finger, Jen retracted it. “Jen!”
“You’re blocking the door. We have guests.”
Maddie looked up, only to see the man outside her door a third time, and her face turned crimson. “Sorry,” she squeaked and slid to the side, freeing up a path for Dawn and Connor.
“Please come in,” Jen requested as she also moved out of the way, and the two entered. “Connor, right?” she requested confirmation after shutting the door. He nodded, and she continued, “Welcome. Sorry about her reaction; we’re not used to seeing men around here.”
“Yeah, sorry,” Maddie sheepishly stated. “I’ll try not to do that again.”
“But if she does, be sure to press her activation button,” Jen teasingly suggested.
“Jen!”
“Worked last time,” Jen dismissively proclaimed, heading back to the kitchen. “Dinner’s almost ready. Feel free to take any seat at the table.”
Maddie walked over to the dining room, but Connor turned back to Dawn. She gave him a gentle prod, encouraging him to follow the host. When they arrived at the table, Maddie took a seat, and Connor chose the chair opposite her. Dawn sat down on Connor’s right, leaving the final seat for Jen.
“So, how did you two meet?” Maddie wondered.
“You know how we met,” Dawn responded quickly.
“We know how you and Connor met?”
“Yes.”
“Connor, yeah, I remember you talking about- oh!” A look of realization came onto the Dungeon Tickler’s face, and she turned to him. “That Connor. You’re Dawn’s old neighbor from Pinedale?”
“Yes,” he answered.
“She always called you ‘Con’ when she talked about you,” Jen observed from the kitchen.
“And when she talks to me.” He gave Dawn a smile after hearing that.
“Wow! I wouldn’t have ever imagined another pair of friends reuniting in the Tickle Cartel,” Maddie smiled. “Well, we know how you originally met, but how about around here? Dawn never said anything about you being here when she told us about you.”
“I was near the Tickle Cartel Art Museum last Saturday,” he started.
“I bought Con after he and his mistress spotted me jogging by the recreation area,” Dawn interrupted. “She’d been tickling him, but she gave him a break to call me over.”
“You bought him?” Jen reentered the room with a disbelieving question. “And he had a mistress? I thought you said that he wasn’t ticklish.”
“Yeah, he’s ticklish?” Maddie eyed Connor with a dominant smile.
“He’s ticklish; I just used to be a really bad non-tummy tickler,” Dawn affirmed.
“Interesting,” Maddie’s smile grew wider. “STAHAHAHAHAHAP!”
“That activation button also works as a persuasion button,” Jen declared as she tormented the bare innie. “Mads, you’re going to scare our guest before dinner.”
“STAHAHAHAP! JEHEHEHEHEHEN!”
“Then don’t try to scare him,” Jen removed her finger. “Now, how about instead of threatening to tickle our guest, you get the fruit out?”
“Okay, okay, whatever you say, meanie,” Maddie poked Jen’s belly, getting a squeal and a hop out of her friend.
“Sorry, Connor. Maddie’s a tickler, and I’m sure you know how much Dawn enjoys laughing. Whenever Dawn’s here, or if it’s just Maddie and me, she tends to be pretty open about it. If she ever sounds too threatening, though, just use her persuasion button. It will keep her in line.”
“Oh, don’t worry; I told him how much Maddie tickles,” Dawn stated.
“Great! That shouldn’t have been weird, then,” Maddie slipped back into the dining room without any fruit. “See, Jen, Dawn knew me well enough to prepare Connor. Maybe you should know me that well, too. You already know how much I love doing this.”
“MAHAHAHAHADS!” Jen had left her torso unprotected, and Maddie wiggled all ten of her fingers into it. “THE FRUHUHUHUIT!”
“Can come out whenever the casserole’s done.”
“IHIHIHIT IHIHIHIS AHAHALMOHOHOST DOHOHOHONE!” Still, Jen made no moves to resist the midriff tickles.
“Ugh, fine,” Maddie frustratingly removed her hands. “I’ll get the fruit out.”
“And you still shouldn’t threaten to tickle a newcomer. Dawn telling him that you like tickling people doesn’t excuse that.”
“Fine.” Maddie grabbed a container out of the fridge and carried it to the dining room. “I’m sorry, Connor. That wasn’t very welcoming of me. I’ll keep from implying that I’m going to tickle you until I’m ready to actually do it.”
“Mads!” Jen gasped. “What did I just say?”
“I told Con that he’d be tickled,” Dawn jumped in before Jen could complain more.
“See!” Maddie flipped around to face her best friend. “Dawn knows what’s going to happen.” She turned back to look at Connor. “Still, unless you force it, I won’t tickle you until after dinner.”
“I guess that’s something,” he shrugged, not bothering to protest the eventuality of being tickled.
“So, Dawn, you said you weren’t good at finding tickle spots outside the tummy,” Maddie turned to the other guest, ignoring the oven as it began beeping in the background. “What did you miss on him?”
“Dinner’s ready!” Jen broadcasted extra loudly to keep Dawn from answering.
“Yeah? You need help with the casserole?” Maddie twisted her head back to the kitchen.
“No, just stay out of the way. It’s hot.”
“Then why’d you say it so loud?”
“To make sure you’d stay out of the way when I bring it in,” Jen carried the food to the table, setting it on a preplaced hot pad. “And because you just talked about not mentioning tickling Connor until after dinner. Let’s try to keep the conversation civil while we’re eating.”
“I was just asking for future reference. Plus, we’re in the Tickle Cartel; what could be more civil than talking about tickling?”
“Perhaps we should let Connor or Dawn explain how they met a little more.” Jen took her seat, then eyed Dawn. “And remember the other thing we talked about yesterday. Dawn still needs to explain why she missed two hangouts before rescheduling to tonight.”
“Yes, we do need to know why Dawn skipped Saturday and canceled Tuesday,” Maddie agreed, turning her tickler’s smile on the switch. “I’d also like to know how she plans to make that up to us.”
“I’ll be free for tickles after dinner, Maddie,” Dawn calmly stated. “Missing that was the worst part about not seeing you those two days.”
Content with the promise of tickling Dawn later, Maddie took a glance towards Connor, then turned her attention back to Dawn. “So, why’d you miss Saturday night? Was it because of him?”
“Yes, I met Con again on Saturday morning, and he introduced me to his mistress. She and Con had been looking for me for a while, but once they found me, she wanted to make sure that we were telling the truth about being neighbors. Once we convinced her, she offered to sell him to me, and I accepted. We agreed that I’d buy him Sunday afternoon, and until I went to do that, I spent my time cleaning up my house to welcome him.”
“You should have called us; we would have helped,” Jen dictated. “Between Wendy, her tickle slaves, and the two of us, your place would have been spotless in an hour.”
“Well, I wasn’t sure how anyone would react to me getting a tickle slave, and I’d just met Con for the first time in nine years. I mean, if you two had been separated that long…”
“Good point,” Jen finished. “I was out for a week, and when I saw Maddie again, she tickle tortured me for forever.”
“Not forever,” Maddie huffed. “But I get your point, Dawn. You’re lucky Connor’s not me; with that nine-year break, half a week might not be enough to make up for all the tickles you missed. So, you were distracted and cleaning on Saturday. You still normally come over here on Tuesdays. What happened then? Were you having trouble with him? Is that why you didn’t want to bring him over? Or have us come to you? We would have been happy to visit you if that would have worked better.”
Connor lowered his head at the mention of being trouble, but Dawn spoke up before he could, “No, no, neither of those. Con was a great tickle slave, but from the moment I agreed to buy him, I knew that I wanted to free him pretty quickly. I wasn’t quite ready to do that by Tuesday, and I didn’t want to introduce him to you as my tickle slave. I freed him yesterday afternoon.”
“Oh, you’re free?” Jen turned to Connor with a happy smile. “Congratulations!”
“Yeah, congratulations,” Maddie barely kept a scowl out of her response.
“Mads!” The annoyance in Jen’s face was becoming more and more apparent with Maddie’s responses. “Quit acting like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like you’re disappointed that he’s here. You’re not disappointed, are you?” Connor shrunk in his chair.
“What? No, of course not!” Maddie shook her head firmly negatively. “I always like new guests. I may be disappointed that he’s not a tickle slave anymore, but not that he’s here. Connor, I don’t want to make you feel unwelcome. I’ll pay more attention and make sure that doesn’t happen anymore.”
“I feel welcome, Miss Maddie.”
“Maddie,” she ordered in disgust. “No ‘Miss’. Only tickle slaves say ‘Miss’, and Dawn said you’re free. You are free, right?”
“Yes, Dawn freed me yesterday,” he confirmed.
“Then just call me Maddie, no ‘Miss’.” He nodded obediently.
“Maddie, why exactly are you disappointed that he’s not a tickle slave?” Jen put the conversation back on topic.
“Tickle slaves are a lot easier to tickle-test, and I want to tickle-test him later.”
Seeing an opportunity to ease her friend’s concerns, Dawn commanded, “Con, hands flat on the table.”
“Yes, Mistress.” Connor instantly obeyed, staring down at his empty plate with his palms facing the table.
“Don’t abuse that, Maddie, or I’ll paint your bellybutton for hours,” Dawn threatened.
“And when she’s done, I’ll tie you to the bed for a second round,” Jen added, although she could not help but smile at the vulnerability of her new guest.
“Con, you don’t need to do that anymore.”
As if coming out of a trance, he glanced at his hands, then threw a betrayed look at his former mistress. “Dawn…” he complained.
“They were probably going to find out at some point,” she shrugged.
“Maddie and I are skilled enough ticklers that we probably won’t need to use it,” Jen declared. “Plus, I’ll make sure you tickle someone else today.”
“Okay, it’s alright that he’s not still a tickle slave,” Maddie wore her tickler’s smile again as she looked between Jen and Dawn. “So, Dawn, how was owning a tickle slave?”
“I don’t know… interesting,” she replied. “It’s different than coming over here and tickling you and Jen.”
“Yeah, because we tickle back. How in the world did you manage to get from Sunday to Wednesday… afternoon?” Dawn nodded. “Yes, Sunday to Wednesday afternoon with a person in your house who couldn’t tickle you.”
“Well, he did tickle me Sunday night-”
“Wow, you’re generous,” Maddie interrupted. “I doubt even Jen would let a tickle slave get her on the first night.”
“Yeah, why’d you let him tickle you so quickly?” Jen added.
Dawn swallowed, and Connor closed his eyes and winced in shame. “I didn’t. Con is much stronger than me, and I left myself vulnerable without realizing what I was getting myself into.”
“What?!” Jen turned angrily to Connor. “You-”
“I spent the rest of his tickle slavery punishing him!” Dawn blurted out. “He’s been very sorry for tickling me since Monday morning, and it won’t happen again!”
“It was that bad that he’s not going to get to tickle you again?” Jen gave Connor a stink-eye.
“Just not against my will. He has tickled me since, and I know he will again.” That calmed the Dungeon Ticklers down. “However, everything since Sunday has been either unrestrained or with my express permission. Kind of like what we do.”
“Are you really sorry for tickling her against her will?” Maddie pointedly asked the former slave.
“I wouldn’t have freed him if I thought he’d force it again,” Dawn answered for Connor, and he added a nod. “If you need any more proof, I had him tie me down yesterday afternoon. He almost didn’t tickle me because he wanted to make sure he wasn’t tickle torturing me again.”
Maddie fumed at the phrasing. “So he did tickle torture you? I’m go-”
“The torture part was me not consenting to getting tied down and tickled,” the former mistress clarified. “The whole time he tickled me, he never used flossers, and none of the actual tickling was all that torturous. That’s all beside the point now. I already punished him, and I know that it won’t happen again. When you tickle him later, don’t do it out of revenge for tickling me that night. He’s paid his debt for that. More than paid his debt. Con, tell them.”
Flustered, Connor lifted his head to see that the Dungeon Ticklers were staring him down. “For the rest of my tickle slavery, I had a tickle machine on my worst spot, and she activated it plenty. She also tied me down multiple times for tickle torture.”
“What did I do Tuesday morning to you?” she led.
“Oh. She painted me like she was threatening to do to Maddie, and it was torture.”
“Rest assured, I punished him sufficiently.”
“Fine. Just don’t torture her again, or her punishments will pale in comparison to what we’ll do. We tickle torture people for a living,” Jen threatened.
Maddie proclaimed, “I’ll tickle you like I normally tickle people, and it might feel like I’m punishing you, but I’m not. Remember that, because if you torture Dawn again, I won’t hold back.”
“Good,” Dawn breathed a sigh of relief as the room fully calmed down again.
“Let’s change the topic,” Jen offered, and all three others nodded in agreement. “Connor, what made you come to the Tickle Cartel?”
He pointed to Dawn. “She disappeared on a trip, and I wanted to find her. My research said that even if she wasn’t on Tickle Island, it was still the best starting point.”
“And you found her?”
“I mean, I guess, if you count Saturday. But even then, it was Mistress Felicity that found her for me. When I came over here looking for Dawn, I was careless. The Tickle Cartel really didn’t need to spend much effort catching me and making me a tickle slave.”
“I’m going to need to hear that story,” Maddie dictated. “Also, I know Dawn didn’t think you were ticklish back then. Did you think that, too?”
“I knew I was a little ticklish, but I had no idea of how much,” Connor admitted. “However, it didn’t take long for me to learn once the Tickle Cartel slavers tied me down and started looking for weak spots.”
“Which are?” Maddie pressed.
“Let’s save that for later, Mads,” Jen interjected. “Connor, I wouldn’t advise telling her your worst spots. She will find them, but trust me, it will make her much happier compared to you telling her. You want her to be happy when you’re under her fingers.” Connor nodded. “So, what happened after you became a tickle slave?”
“I got trained, and I tried to find Dawn during that, to no avail. Then I got sold to Mistress Felicity, and I told her all about Dawn. It took a while, but she eventually made a deal where she’d take me out in public and tickle me, and we’d look for Dawn. Unfortunately, it took until Saturday for that to pay off, but it was all worth it. You know what happened after that.”
“Yes, lots and lots of tickling,” Jen announced. The conversation stopped suddenly, and the Dungeon Tickler looked down at the table. “Hey, we’ve been talking so much that we forgot about dinner. Sorry. Connor, would you like some casserole?”
“Yes, please.” The food began to make rounds on the table, signaling the start of dinner.
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Chapter 17: Thursday Trips, Part 7
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