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Here is part 2 of Chapter 18 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 18: Fun Friday, Part 1
Once she was dressed in appropriate clothes for getting tickled, Dawn made her way to the living room. “Hey, Dawn,” Connor called when he spotted her, and she flipped around, finding him sitting at the table with a stack of papers near him.
“Oh, is that your tickle slave paperwork?” she guessed, recalling the early conversation.
“Yes. You said earlier you’d be willing to help me look through it, right?”
Although disappointed by the inevitable delay in tickles, Dawn nodded. “Of course, Con. Find anything else you need to do yet?”
“No. I think that since I kept living with you after being freed, most of the work was done by you freeing me.”
“Yeah, that makes sense. Felicity never mentioned me doing anything else after I bought you, and I think she would have said something.” Dawn sat down, and Connor passed her a stack. She began skimming the sheet of paper, only to get confused rather quickly. Not even the documents for buying her house had this much legalese in them. Starting over, she read carefully, which presented a new set of problems. Tummy tickles from Connor were still near the top of her mind, and the constant presence of the words, ‘tickle’ and ‘tickle slave’ did not help.
After a little bit, her desire to be tickled began to grow out of control, and she slowly scooted her chair closer to her former slave. She pulled the papers she had been going through with her, but she stopped actually reading them. Instead, the document she had been looking at stayed on top as her bare belly got closer and closer to Connor. When she got near her former neighbor, she twisted her tummy to make the Tingly Torso lotion shine. He did not seem to notice, keeping his focus on the paper in front of him until he finished.
When Connor was done with the current document, he slid it towards her, eyes already on the next document. Dawn scooted a little bit closer, her hand touching his before he could set the old paper aside. Startled, he looked up, seeing her staring at him in anticipation. “Dawn, did you finish?”
She smiled and thrust her torso out towards him. “I think we could use a break from reading these,” she proposed.
“Does that mean you found something?”
“We could use a break,” she pulled her chair closer and pushed her midriff near the hand that was holding the finished document.
“No, Dawn. I need to finish these. I don’t want to miss anything before I go to work on Monday.”
“Are you sure we need to do it now, Con?”
“Yes, I’m sure.”
“Fine.” She frowned and slid her chair right beside his, leaving her abdomen vulnerable. “Let me know if you need a break, though.”
“You know, you don’t have to help me look through these if you don’t want to,” he pointed out. “I just thought you might want to get out sooner.”
“Yeah, well, okay, you can finish these,” she reluctantly stated, not really wanting to be responsible for missing something Connor needed to do. She passed the papers over to him, then turned her chair and leaned back in it to arch her abdomen. “Feel free to entertain yourself while you’re doing that.”
Her midsection caught his attention briefly, but then he shook his head. “Dawn, I need to focus on this. Maybe later.”
“Just start whenever you want.”
“Alright,” he replied warily, and he returned his eyes to the stack of papers in front of him. She kept her stomach in the spotlight, expecting him to take advantage, but document after document left his pile without his hands touching her tummy. Finally, with a quiet grumble of frustration, she gave up. Connor was so focused on going through his tickle slave paperwork that he did not appear to notice when she stood up and headed for her room.
Incredibly frustrated and still wanting to be tickled, Dawn searched through her stuff until she found a teasy tummy-tickling novel. She returned to the living room and laid down on the couch, stretching out into a relaxing position. Once she was stretched out, she placed the book close to her face, restricting her vision to it and it alone. This position also gave anyone who approached a good view of the front cover, which emphasized the sensitive stomach of its main ticklee. Knowing that her ticklish torso was very vulnerable to a surprise attack, she started the novel over from the beginning.
Dawn had no clue how long had passed when a weight fell onto her lower legs. “Oof!” she gasped in surprise before realizing that Connor had finished the paperwork. While her lower legs were not the best spot for him to sit for a tummy tickle, her most ticklish spot was still well within reach. She twisted the top of the book up slightly, keeping it between her eyes and her tickler while giving him the best possible view of the front cover.
While she could not know if Connor paid any attention to the book’s cover artwork, he did not follow it. Instead, he began to tickle her bare feet. “Hehehehe,” giggles began to sputter out as her soles were targeted. She tried to kick and make it harder for him to tickle her there, but he had her legs pinned down too well for any foot-tickling disturbances.
‘Well, it’s not exactly ideal, but it doesn’t matter,’ she thought after failing to dislodge the fingers. ‘Con’s started on my feet a few times, but he’s always moved up to my tummy eventually. I’m too ticklish there for him to resist.’
Connor, however, seemed to have different plans. He began to use both hands to tickle the switch’s soles in a practiced pattern, running his fingers up and down between her toes and heels.
After a minute of weak giggling, Dawn began to get frustrated. Her belly was right there, perfectly open for tickles. She calmed herself when Connor finally swapped spots, focusing on the pads of her toes. ‘Good. He’s mixing it up to try and get me to laugh, and there’s only one spot where I’ll laugh.’
Soon, though, Connor went back to tickling up and down the feet, seemingly content with targeting the rarely tickled spot. He occasionally focused on a few toes or an arch, but his fingers never left her feet.
“Cohohohohon!” Dawn whined after having one of her least favorite tickle spots targeted for a few minutes. He ignored her and kept tickling. “Hehehehey!” He dug into her arches, getting a quick squeal but then a mad return of the giggles.
Frustrated with the lack of tummy tickles, Dawn decided to push things along. She set her book down off the couch and lunged for Connor’s ribs, just barely reaching them.
“NOHOHOHOHOHO!” he screamed as her fingers found the kind of spot on him that she wanted him to find on her. Turning back to face her, he squirmed backwards, escaping her fingers when he reached her ankles. Now safe from her attack, he smiled at her, twisted to face her feet, and resumed tickling there.
“Cohohohohon!” she complained again, but he did not care. His fingers continued to scratch ticklishly at her soles.
Even more furious with the foot tickling now, she gathered up more strength and lunged again. She wrapped her arms around his middle in a hug so he could not get away, and then she launched a fresh rib attack. “NOHOHOHOHOHO DAHAHAHAHAWN!”
“This is how you tickle someone, Con,” she dictated as her fingers found crevices in the shirt-covered ribs and tickled away.
“PLEHEHEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAP!”
“Make me.”
He tried her feet again, but she dug in harder as punishment. When that failed, he went after her hands, but her arms provided some protection against his defenses, and he was laughing too hard to make both hands stop at the same time. Finally, he went for her exposed midriff. It only took one poke for her to willingly give in. Satisfied with where he was tickling, she released the hug and fell back into a laying position, leaving her most ticklish spot vulnerable.
Connor pressed his retaliation, giving the hyper-sensitive area a series of ticklish pokes. Finally getting exactly what she wanted, Dawn raised her arms high above her head and clasped her hands together to keep from defending her abdomen. Connor scribbled the sensitive stomach for a minute before abruptly removing his fingers. “Hey, Dawn, can I please tie you up?” he requested.
Having gotten a good taste of torso tickles, Dawn instantly agreed, “Of course! Want me here?”
“Yes. The chains we used yesterday are still there, right?”
“Yes! I’ll get them.” Connor got up off her lower legs and searched below her feet, while she turned over and dug out the wrist cuffs. Once he had cuffed her limbs, he addressed her again, “Yesterday, when I was tickling you on the rack, I noticed some blindfolds in one of the tool drawers.” Her smile grew wider. “Would you mind if I got one and put it on you?”
“Not at all!” she encouraged. Earlier, she had been prepared to use her book for essentially the same purpose; she was still ready for surprise stomach tickles.
“Be right back.” He left, and she settled into the couch, a big smile on her face. A couple of minutes later, she heard the stairs creaking as he returned. She glanced towards the entrance of the living room, seeing Connor show up with two vibrating massage gloves, along with the promised blindfold.
“Oh, you got the massage gloves, too!” she announced happily.
“Yes, they were quite effective on my ribs Wednesday. I wanted to see if they work on you, too, if that’s alright.”
“I didn’t just buy them to tickle you with, Con.”
‘That last tickle punishment is paying off again.’ Internally, she celebrated her decision to finish off his tickle slavery with all the tools that would also work on her.
“Good. Let’s get this on.” Dawn lifted her head to help the blindfold go on easier, and Connor covered up her eyes.
“You remember how the gloves turn on, right?” she questioned after being blinded.
“The woman at the store squeezed the thumb and pointer finger together,” he stated, and Dawn heard a buzz by her lower belly.
“Sounds like you know.” She heard a second hum, probably from the other glove, and she pushed her stomach up a tiny bit.
“Ready, Dawn?” he asked, getting a big nod out of her in response.
Next Chapter
Chapter 18: Fun Friday, 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 18: Fun Friday, Part 1
Once she was dressed in appropriate clothes for getting tickled, Dawn made her way to the living room. “Hey, Dawn,” Connor called when he spotted her, and she flipped around, finding him sitting at the table with a stack of papers near him.
“Oh, is that your tickle slave paperwork?” she guessed, recalling the early conversation.
“Yes. You said earlier you’d be willing to help me look through it, right?”
Although disappointed by the inevitable delay in tickles, Dawn nodded. “Of course, Con. Find anything else you need to do yet?”
“No. I think that since I kept living with you after being freed, most of the work was done by you freeing me.”
“Yeah, that makes sense. Felicity never mentioned me doing anything else after I bought you, and I think she would have said something.” Dawn sat down, and Connor passed her a stack. She began skimming the sheet of paper, only to get confused rather quickly. Not even the documents for buying her house had this much legalese in them. Starting over, she read carefully, which presented a new set of problems. Tummy tickles from Connor were still near the top of her mind, and the constant presence of the words, ‘tickle’ and ‘tickle slave’ did not help.
After a little bit, her desire to be tickled began to grow out of control, and she slowly scooted her chair closer to her former slave. She pulled the papers she had been going through with her, but she stopped actually reading them. Instead, the document she had been looking at stayed on top as her bare belly got closer and closer to Connor. When she got near her former neighbor, she twisted her tummy to make the Tingly Torso lotion shine. He did not seem to notice, keeping his focus on the paper in front of him until he finished.
When Connor was done with the current document, he slid it towards her, eyes already on the next document. Dawn scooted a little bit closer, her hand touching his before he could set the old paper aside. Startled, he looked up, seeing her staring at him in anticipation. “Dawn, did you finish?”
She smiled and thrust her torso out towards him. “I think we could use a break from reading these,” she proposed.
“Does that mean you found something?”
“We could use a break,” she pulled her chair closer and pushed her midriff near the hand that was holding the finished document.
“No, Dawn. I need to finish these. I don’t want to miss anything before I go to work on Monday.”
“Are you sure we need to do it now, Con?”
“Yes, I’m sure.”
“Fine.” She frowned and slid her chair right beside his, leaving her abdomen vulnerable. “Let me know if you need a break, though.”
“You know, you don’t have to help me look through these if you don’t want to,” he pointed out. “I just thought you might want to get out sooner.”
“Yeah, well, okay, you can finish these,” she reluctantly stated, not really wanting to be responsible for missing something Connor needed to do. She passed the papers over to him, then turned her chair and leaned back in it to arch her abdomen. “Feel free to entertain yourself while you’re doing that.”
Her midsection caught his attention briefly, but then he shook his head. “Dawn, I need to focus on this. Maybe later.”
“Just start whenever you want.”
“Alright,” he replied warily, and he returned his eyes to the stack of papers in front of him. She kept her stomach in the spotlight, expecting him to take advantage, but document after document left his pile without his hands touching her tummy. Finally, with a quiet grumble of frustration, she gave up. Connor was so focused on going through his tickle slave paperwork that he did not appear to notice when she stood up and headed for her room.
Incredibly frustrated and still wanting to be tickled, Dawn searched through her stuff until she found a teasy tummy-tickling novel. She returned to the living room and laid down on the couch, stretching out into a relaxing position. Once she was stretched out, she placed the book close to her face, restricting her vision to it and it alone. This position also gave anyone who approached a good view of the front cover, which emphasized the sensitive stomach of its main ticklee. Knowing that her ticklish torso was very vulnerable to a surprise attack, she started the novel over from the beginning.
Dawn had no clue how long had passed when a weight fell onto her lower legs. “Oof!” she gasped in surprise before realizing that Connor had finished the paperwork. While her lower legs were not the best spot for him to sit for a tummy tickle, her most ticklish spot was still well within reach. She twisted the top of the book up slightly, keeping it between her eyes and her tickler while giving him the best possible view of the front cover.
While she could not know if Connor paid any attention to the book’s cover artwork, he did not follow it. Instead, he began to tickle her bare feet. “Hehehehe,” giggles began to sputter out as her soles were targeted. She tried to kick and make it harder for him to tickle her there, but he had her legs pinned down too well for any foot-tickling disturbances.
‘Well, it’s not exactly ideal, but it doesn’t matter,’ she thought after failing to dislodge the fingers. ‘Con’s started on my feet a few times, but he’s always moved up to my tummy eventually. I’m too ticklish there for him to resist.’
Connor, however, seemed to have different plans. He began to use both hands to tickle the switch’s soles in a practiced pattern, running his fingers up and down between her toes and heels.
After a minute of weak giggling, Dawn began to get frustrated. Her belly was right there, perfectly open for tickles. She calmed herself when Connor finally swapped spots, focusing on the pads of her toes. ‘Good. He’s mixing it up to try and get me to laugh, and there’s only one spot where I’ll laugh.’
Soon, though, Connor went back to tickling up and down the feet, seemingly content with targeting the rarely tickled spot. He occasionally focused on a few toes or an arch, but his fingers never left her feet.
“Cohohohohon!” Dawn whined after having one of her least favorite tickle spots targeted for a few minutes. He ignored her and kept tickling. “Hehehehey!” He dug into her arches, getting a quick squeal but then a mad return of the giggles.
Frustrated with the lack of tummy tickles, Dawn decided to push things along. She set her book down off the couch and lunged for Connor’s ribs, just barely reaching them.
“NOHOHOHOHOHO!” he screamed as her fingers found the kind of spot on him that she wanted him to find on her. Turning back to face her, he squirmed backwards, escaping her fingers when he reached her ankles. Now safe from her attack, he smiled at her, twisted to face her feet, and resumed tickling there.
“Cohohohohon!” she complained again, but he did not care. His fingers continued to scratch ticklishly at her soles.
Even more furious with the foot tickling now, she gathered up more strength and lunged again. She wrapped her arms around his middle in a hug so he could not get away, and then she launched a fresh rib attack. “NOHOHOHOHOHO DAHAHAHAHAWN!”
“This is how you tickle someone, Con,” she dictated as her fingers found crevices in the shirt-covered ribs and tickled away.
“PLEHEHEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAP!”
“Make me.”
He tried her feet again, but she dug in harder as punishment. When that failed, he went after her hands, but her arms provided some protection against his defenses, and he was laughing too hard to make both hands stop at the same time. Finally, he went for her exposed midriff. It only took one poke for her to willingly give in. Satisfied with where he was tickling, she released the hug and fell back into a laying position, leaving her most ticklish spot vulnerable.
Connor pressed his retaliation, giving the hyper-sensitive area a series of ticklish pokes. Finally getting exactly what she wanted, Dawn raised her arms high above her head and clasped her hands together to keep from defending her abdomen. Connor scribbled the sensitive stomach for a minute before abruptly removing his fingers. “Hey, Dawn, can I please tie you up?” he requested.
Having gotten a good taste of torso tickles, Dawn instantly agreed, “Of course! Want me here?”
“Yes. The chains we used yesterday are still there, right?”
“Yes! I’ll get them.” Connor got up off her lower legs and searched below her feet, while she turned over and dug out the wrist cuffs. Once he had cuffed her limbs, he addressed her again, “Yesterday, when I was tickling you on the rack, I noticed some blindfolds in one of the tool drawers.” Her smile grew wider. “Would you mind if I got one and put it on you?”
“Not at all!” she encouraged. Earlier, she had been prepared to use her book for essentially the same purpose; she was still ready for surprise stomach tickles.
“Be right back.” He left, and she settled into the couch, a big smile on her face. A couple of minutes later, she heard the stairs creaking as he returned. She glanced towards the entrance of the living room, seeing Connor show up with two vibrating massage gloves, along with the promised blindfold.
“Oh, you got the massage gloves, too!” she announced happily.
“Yes, they were quite effective on my ribs Wednesday. I wanted to see if they work on you, too, if that’s alright.”
“I didn’t just buy them to tickle you with, Con.”
‘That last tickle punishment is paying off again.’ Internally, she celebrated her decision to finish off his tickle slavery with all the tools that would also work on her.
“Good. Let’s get this on.” Dawn lifted her head to help the blindfold go on easier, and Connor covered up her eyes.
“You remember how the gloves turn on, right?” she questioned after being blinded.
“The woman at the store squeezed the thumb and pointer finger together,” he stated, and Dawn heard a buzz by her lower belly.
“Sounds like you know.” She heard a second hum, probably from the other glove, and she pushed her stomach up a tiny bit.
“Ready, Dawn?” he asked, getting a big nod out of her in response.
Next Chapter
Chapter 18: Fun Friday, Part 3
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