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Here is part 4 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 3
The trip to the bank was as boring as any other business-like trip. When Connor finally got seen, Dawn stayed in the waiting area, occasionally looking up in case she was needed as his former mistress. As it turned out, she did not need to join him, so she passed the long wait by scanning the latest Belly-Baring Bikini Babes magazine. While looking through the Tickle Cartel-created tummy tickling issue, she imagined being able to wear a bikini for Connor to tickle her in again. She decided that sometime soon, she would need to tame his instinctive thought that those were reserved for tickle slaves. With how much Jen and Maddie liked him, maybe they would be willing to help, or maybe someone from Tummy Paradise would be more ideal. She still talked to Lily and Betty regularly, and she knew that both would accept a recently freed tickle slave. Before she decided on who to ask, Connor returned to her with a new debit card, and the two left the bank.
“Still want to tickle me, Con?” she asked.
“Yes, as long as you’ll let me.”
“What do you want me on?”
“Umm, I don’t know. What’s around here?”
“The art museum’s pretty close. I know I only briefly tickled you at the recreation area last Saturday, but I’d be fine getting locked up there for you.”
“Sure! You said you go there off and on, right?”
“Yes, it’s my favorite public place to go when I want to laugh. Want me on a rack there, too?”
“Sure, or we could put you in a chair, like how I was when you found me.”
“Chairs work, too. Promise you’ll just tickle my tummy?”
“I promise. It was really hard to not tickle you there earlier.”
“Good. It should be.”
“You really can’t get enough tummy tickling, can you?”
“Nope. I love it,” she giggled as she led him towards the closest public tickling area to her home. When they arrived, she immediately went up to one of the tickling coordinators. “I’d like to be locked in a chair. He’s going to tickle me.”
“How long?” the woman asked.
“Con, how does a half hour sound?”
“It sounds like you’re going to be in hysterics halfway through,” he responded, smiling in approval.
“A half hour, please.”
“Of course,” the woman nodded. “Please follow me, and I’ll get you locked up.” Dawn practically skipped to the tickle chair. After the annoying avoidance of her abdomen earlier, she was more than ready for a barrage of bare belly tickles. As soon as the tickling coordinator opened up the stocks at the foot of the chair, the professional switched hopped in and set her feet in the open holes. The other woman closed the restraints over them and then removed the ticklee’s flip flops, as was necessary to be locked up in public. Then she hurried up to Dawn’s arms and tied them above the switch’s head, exposing the more ticklish upper body. “Have fun, you two. Someone will be back here in a half hour to let her out.”
“Thanks!” Dawn enthusiastically stated.
“Thank you,” Connor agreed before turning to Dawn. “Ready to laugh?”
“Absolutely. AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA YEHEHEHEHEHES!” Connor did not waste another second, beginning to poke her close side with both pointer fingers. Overjoyed at the mere thought of tummy tickles, Dawn did not limit herself to squeaky laughter, instead diving into the deep end at the lightest pokes.
“Did you put Tingly Torso lotion on today?” he asked confusedly as he poked her.
“YEHEHEHES OHOHOHOF COHOHOHOURSE!”
“Do you normally laugh this hard from pokes?” She just kept laughing, not wanting to confess to exaggerating her reactions. “I’m not sure how much I want to tickle your bellybutton if you’re going to be like this. I know you have your safeword, but are you even going to be able to get it out if you need to?”
“TIHIHIHICKLE IHIHIHIHIT! IHIHIHILL BEHEHEHE FIHIHIHINE!” she quickly promised.
“Are you sure? You’re already laughing so hard.”
“YE-HE-HE-HES!” Now realizing why Connor had inquired about the extra intense reaction, Dawn let her laughter fall down into squeaks.
“Hmm,” he considered, then began scribbling the bare side with all ten fingers.
“IHIHIHIHIM GOHOHOHOOD!” Now having a reason for constant laughter, Dawn jumped right back into it. “IHIHIHI WAHAHAHAS JUHUHUST REHEHEHEALLEHEHE EHEHEXCIHIHITED FOHOHOHOHOR THIHIHIHIS!”
“Oh, okay. I guess that makes sense. What happens if I go back to poking you?”
“EHE- EEP AHA HAHA EEP YES THI-HIS HAHA-HAPP-PEHENS!” Dawn squeaked her laughter out as the pokes dictated.
“That’s good to know,” he stated before making one hand a fist and pressing it into her side, then twisting it back and forth.
“AHAHAHAHAHA COHOHOHOHON LEHEHESS PREHEHESSUHUHURE!” The initial impact of his knuckles on her side almost felt like a punch, and Dawn’s stomach shot away from the painful sensation.
“Oh, sorry!” Connor’s hand pulled away, and out of the corner of her eye, the ticklee saw him bend down to inspect the damage.
“It’s okay, Con; I know you didn’t mean it,” she tried to excuse the accident as quickly as possible to get back to the tickles. “You just have to be real light if you’re going to do anything with your knuckles. My whole tummy’s real sensitive.”
“I’ll make sure to go light next time, and I’m glad it’s not showing,” he breathed a sigh of relief. “Will this help it feel better? PFFFT!”
“AHAHAHAHA!” Dawn squealed in surprise as the raspberry hit her side. Even with his face near her midriff, she had not expected him to turn the damage inspection into a zerbert attack.
“PFFFT! Does that help?”
“YEHEHEHEHES VEHEHEHEREHEHE MUHUHUCH!”
“Good to know. I bet this will help even more.” His head came up to the front of her abdomen, and he blew on the more ticklish area. “PFFFFFFFFFT!”
“AHAHAHAHAHAHA IHIHIHIHI FEHEHEHEHEEL SOHOHOHO MUHUHUCH BEHEHETTEHEHEHER!”
“PFFFFFFFT! Good. PFFT! PFFFFT!” Connor took a quick break from the zerberts to acknowledge her statement, then resumed the barrage of belly blows.
“IHIHIHI LOHOHOVE IHIHI- AHAHAHAHAHAHA!” In the middle of the praise, Connor’s mouth landed on her outie, and the resulting squeal broke up her speech. More and more raspberries rained down on the ticklish midsection, and despite recovering from the surprise, Dawn decided not to keep commenting. She let the happiness in her laughter do the talking for her.
“Okay, I think that ought to be good enough to make up for not being so gentle earlier,” Connor announced after blowing several zerberts on his ticklee’s favorite spot. “Let’s get back to a less exhausting form of tickling.” Not giving Dawn time to stop laughing, his fingers flew all over her bare belly, throwing her into a new round of hysterics.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA IHIHIHIHITS GREHEHEHEHEHEAT AHAHAHA!” Figuring that Connor had enjoyed hearing her pure laughter by how long he kept raspberrying her, Dawn offered one quick affirmation and then went back to not talking. She focused on the wonderful feeling of constant torso tickles, especially enjoying whenever one of the fingers hit her outie, and she always made sure to give an extra loud squeal when that happened.
After a long, fun time, a woman’s voice proclaimed, “It’s been thirty minutes. Time to stop.”
“Okay,” Connor reluctantly stated as his fingers left the midriff. Dawn tried to frown at the end of the tickles, but residual giggles kept a smile on her face as the tickling coordinator unlocked her. She grabbed her flip flops and put them back on, then accepted Connor’s hand as she stood up. “You feeling alright, Dawn?”
“I’m feeling great, Con! That was so much fun; we have to do it again sometime.”
“Good. I really enjoyed it, too. So, what do you want to do now?”
“What time is it?”
“Umm…” he looked around.
She nudged him, and they headed towards one of the tickling coordinators. “Excuse me, what time is it?” she asked.
The woman checked a watch and replied, “about 11:15.”
“Thanks,” Dawn thanked her, and the woman nodded in return. “Con, want to go home and grab lunch?”
“Sure.” With that, the two headed back to their home, and they got the last of the soup out. “So, Con, I forgot, when you looked at your paperwork, was there anything else that you needed to do after the bank?”
“No, nothing else.”
“Okay, so we have the rest of the day free. Anything in particular you want to do before you start working?”
“Hmm. Maybe learn another game? Something a bit more complicated? You said Cecelia taught you a bunch of games, right?”
“Yes, she did. We can go through them, and you can pick out one.”
“Or you can pick out a favorite and teach it to me,” he suggested.
“Or I can do that. Did you want to play it after lunch, or go out again?”
“I guess stay inside. Maybe we could go out after dinner, if you want.”
“Con, you can choose what to do.”
“Then let’s play the game after lunch. I’ll have to think more about what to do after dinner, if that's alright.”
“Sounds like a plan. Oh, can we call Tickle Mistress Wendy after lunch, before the game? I want to make sure I don’t forget to get you an invitation to dinner.”
“Yes, of course. That dinner sounds like it’ll be fun. I’m really looking forward to seeing Jen and Maddie again.”
“And surprising Wendy?”
“I’ll admit, it was fun surprising Maddie. I really hope Wendy has an equally entertaining reaction.”
“Good. Just remember, don’t talk when I’m on the phone, or you’ll ruin the surprise.”
“Yes, Mistress,” he patronizingly stated.
“One of these days, I’m going to react like Felicity did and tickle you when you say that.”
“Sure,” he drew the word out. “And I bet that afterwards, you’re going to miss being the ticklee so much that you’ll offer up your tummy right away.”
She giggled, “Maybe. Finish your lunch, Con.” He laughed that off, and the two returned to eating.
After they finished lunch and cleaned up the dishes, the pair headed to the game room and Dawn grabbed one of the longer games that she owned. “Read the rules and start setting up while I call Wendy,” she instructed him. “I’ll help afterwards.”
“Okay,” he nodded, and Dawn dialed the Tickle Mistress’ cellphone.
“Hello? Dawn?” Wendy’s voice came over the speakerphone.
“Hi, Tickle Mistress Wendy!” Dawn greeted the Tickle Cartel executive.
“Hi, Dawn! How are you doing?”
“I’m doing great. How are you?”
“Pretty good. Did you get your friend moved in?”
“Yes. Thanks for sending Sasha and Brandy to help. They were incredible.”
“Good. So, does this mean that you’ll be coming over for dinner tomorrow?”
“I’m not going to miss two weeks in a row. Actually, I was calling about that. Can I bring my friend over?”
“Sure!” the Tickle Mistress eagerly approved. “You can bring any reasonable number of guests, just as long as I know ahead of time. You know that.”
“Yes, just wanted to make sure that was still the case and let you know.”
“Good. Also, remember that you promised to tell me the whole story of why you missed last week. You better do that, or your friend will.”
“I’ll tell you, don’t worry. See you tomorrow.”
“See you tomorrow!” Wendy confirmed, and the two exchanged goodbyes.
After hanging up, Dawn turned back to Connor, who had spread out a board and several cards on the table. “Any questions so far?”
“Not yet, still setting it up,” he barely looked up as he shuffled some cards. “Looks like a fun game, if I can figure everything out.”
“Well, I’ll make sure to help you. Anything I can do?” He directed her to a different stack of cards to shuffle, and she helped speed up the setup. Before long, the two had gotten everything ready, and they were able to begin the game. As expected, it took Connor quite a bit to figure out the nuances of the game, and the two ended up playing a few practice rounds. They jumped into a real game after that, and hours flew by while they were having fun.
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 3
The trip to the bank was as boring as any other business-like trip. When Connor finally got seen, Dawn stayed in the waiting area, occasionally looking up in case she was needed as his former mistress. As it turned out, she did not need to join him, so she passed the long wait by scanning the latest Belly-Baring Bikini Babes magazine. While looking through the Tickle Cartel-created tummy tickling issue, she imagined being able to wear a bikini for Connor to tickle her in again. She decided that sometime soon, she would need to tame his instinctive thought that those were reserved for tickle slaves. With how much Jen and Maddie liked him, maybe they would be willing to help, or maybe someone from Tummy Paradise would be more ideal. She still talked to Lily and Betty regularly, and she knew that both would accept a recently freed tickle slave. Before she decided on who to ask, Connor returned to her with a new debit card, and the two left the bank.
“Still want to tickle me, Con?” she asked.
“Yes, as long as you’ll let me.”
“What do you want me on?”
“Umm, I don’t know. What’s around here?”
“The art museum’s pretty close. I know I only briefly tickled you at the recreation area last Saturday, but I’d be fine getting locked up there for you.”
“Sure! You said you go there off and on, right?”
“Yes, it’s my favorite public place to go when I want to laugh. Want me on a rack there, too?”
“Sure, or we could put you in a chair, like how I was when you found me.”
“Chairs work, too. Promise you’ll just tickle my tummy?”
“I promise. It was really hard to not tickle you there earlier.”
“Good. It should be.”
“You really can’t get enough tummy tickling, can you?”
“Nope. I love it,” she giggled as she led him towards the closest public tickling area to her home. When they arrived, she immediately went up to one of the tickling coordinators. “I’d like to be locked in a chair. He’s going to tickle me.”
“How long?” the woman asked.
“Con, how does a half hour sound?”
“It sounds like you’re going to be in hysterics halfway through,” he responded, smiling in approval.
“A half hour, please.”
“Of course,” the woman nodded. “Please follow me, and I’ll get you locked up.” Dawn practically skipped to the tickle chair. After the annoying avoidance of her abdomen earlier, she was more than ready for a barrage of bare belly tickles. As soon as the tickling coordinator opened up the stocks at the foot of the chair, the professional switched hopped in and set her feet in the open holes. The other woman closed the restraints over them and then removed the ticklee’s flip flops, as was necessary to be locked up in public. Then she hurried up to Dawn’s arms and tied them above the switch’s head, exposing the more ticklish upper body. “Have fun, you two. Someone will be back here in a half hour to let her out.”
“Thanks!” Dawn enthusiastically stated.
“Thank you,” Connor agreed before turning to Dawn. “Ready to laugh?”
“Absolutely. AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA YEHEHEHEHEHES!” Connor did not waste another second, beginning to poke her close side with both pointer fingers. Overjoyed at the mere thought of tummy tickles, Dawn did not limit herself to squeaky laughter, instead diving into the deep end at the lightest pokes.
“Did you put Tingly Torso lotion on today?” he asked confusedly as he poked her.
“YEHEHEHES OHOHOHOF COHOHOHOURSE!”
“Do you normally laugh this hard from pokes?” She just kept laughing, not wanting to confess to exaggerating her reactions. “I’m not sure how much I want to tickle your bellybutton if you’re going to be like this. I know you have your safeword, but are you even going to be able to get it out if you need to?”
“TIHIHIHICKLE IHIHIHIHIT! IHIHIHILL BEHEHEHE FIHIHIHINE!” she quickly promised.
“Are you sure? You’re already laughing so hard.”
“YE-HE-HE-HES!” Now realizing why Connor had inquired about the extra intense reaction, Dawn let her laughter fall down into squeaks.
“Hmm,” he considered, then began scribbling the bare side with all ten fingers.
“IHIHIHIHIM GOHOHOHOOD!” Now having a reason for constant laughter, Dawn jumped right back into it. “IHIHIHI WAHAHAHAS JUHUHUST REHEHEHEALLEHEHE EHEHEXCIHIHITED FOHOHOHOHOR THIHIHIHIS!”
“Oh, okay. I guess that makes sense. What happens if I go back to poking you?”
“EHE- EEP AHA HAHA EEP YES THI-HIS HAHA-HAPP-PEHENS!” Dawn squeaked her laughter out as the pokes dictated.
“That’s good to know,” he stated before making one hand a fist and pressing it into her side, then twisting it back and forth.
“AHAHAHAHAHA COHOHOHOHON LEHEHESS PREHEHESSUHUHURE!” The initial impact of his knuckles on her side almost felt like a punch, and Dawn’s stomach shot away from the painful sensation.
“Oh, sorry!” Connor’s hand pulled away, and out of the corner of her eye, the ticklee saw him bend down to inspect the damage.
“It’s okay, Con; I know you didn’t mean it,” she tried to excuse the accident as quickly as possible to get back to the tickles. “You just have to be real light if you’re going to do anything with your knuckles. My whole tummy’s real sensitive.”
“I’ll make sure to go light next time, and I’m glad it’s not showing,” he breathed a sigh of relief. “Will this help it feel better? PFFFT!”
“AHAHAHAHA!” Dawn squealed in surprise as the raspberry hit her side. Even with his face near her midriff, she had not expected him to turn the damage inspection into a zerbert attack.
“PFFFT! Does that help?”
“YEHEHEHEHES VEHEHEHEREHEHE MUHUHUCH!”
“Good to know. I bet this will help even more.” His head came up to the front of her abdomen, and he blew on the more ticklish area. “PFFFFFFFFFT!”
“AHAHAHAHAHAHA IHIHIHIHI FEHEHEHEHEEL SOHOHOHO MUHUHUCH BEHEHETTEHEHEHER!”
“PFFFFFFFT! Good. PFFT! PFFFFT!” Connor took a quick break from the zerberts to acknowledge her statement, then resumed the barrage of belly blows.
“IHIHIHI LOHOHOVE IHIHI- AHAHAHAHAHAHA!” In the middle of the praise, Connor’s mouth landed on her outie, and the resulting squeal broke up her speech. More and more raspberries rained down on the ticklish midsection, and despite recovering from the surprise, Dawn decided not to keep commenting. She let the happiness in her laughter do the talking for her.
“Okay, I think that ought to be good enough to make up for not being so gentle earlier,” Connor announced after blowing several zerberts on his ticklee’s favorite spot. “Let’s get back to a less exhausting form of tickling.” Not giving Dawn time to stop laughing, his fingers flew all over her bare belly, throwing her into a new round of hysterics.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA IHIHIHIHITS GREHEHEHEHEHEAT AHAHAHA!” Figuring that Connor had enjoyed hearing her pure laughter by how long he kept raspberrying her, Dawn offered one quick affirmation and then went back to not talking. She focused on the wonderful feeling of constant torso tickles, especially enjoying whenever one of the fingers hit her outie, and she always made sure to give an extra loud squeal when that happened.
After a long, fun time, a woman’s voice proclaimed, “It’s been thirty minutes. Time to stop.”
“Okay,” Connor reluctantly stated as his fingers left the midriff. Dawn tried to frown at the end of the tickles, but residual giggles kept a smile on her face as the tickling coordinator unlocked her. She grabbed her flip flops and put them back on, then accepted Connor’s hand as she stood up. “You feeling alright, Dawn?”
“I’m feeling great, Con! That was so much fun; we have to do it again sometime.”
“Good. I really enjoyed it, too. So, what do you want to do now?”
“What time is it?”
“Umm…” he looked around.
She nudged him, and they headed towards one of the tickling coordinators. “Excuse me, what time is it?” she asked.
The woman checked a watch and replied, “about 11:15.”
“Thanks,” Dawn thanked her, and the woman nodded in return. “Con, want to go home and grab lunch?”
“Sure.” With that, the two headed back to their home, and they got the last of the soup out. “So, Con, I forgot, when you looked at your paperwork, was there anything else that you needed to do after the bank?”
“No, nothing else.”
“Okay, so we have the rest of the day free. Anything in particular you want to do before you start working?”
“Hmm. Maybe learn another game? Something a bit more complicated? You said Cecelia taught you a bunch of games, right?”
“Yes, she did. We can go through them, and you can pick out one.”
“Or you can pick out a favorite and teach it to me,” he suggested.
“Or I can do that. Did you want to play it after lunch, or go out again?”
“I guess stay inside. Maybe we could go out after dinner, if you want.”
“Con, you can choose what to do.”
“Then let’s play the game after lunch. I’ll have to think more about what to do after dinner, if that's alright.”
“Sounds like a plan. Oh, can we call Tickle Mistress Wendy after lunch, before the game? I want to make sure I don’t forget to get you an invitation to dinner.”
“Yes, of course. That dinner sounds like it’ll be fun. I’m really looking forward to seeing Jen and Maddie again.”
“And surprising Wendy?”
“I’ll admit, it was fun surprising Maddie. I really hope Wendy has an equally entertaining reaction.”
“Good. Just remember, don’t talk when I’m on the phone, or you’ll ruin the surprise.”
“Yes, Mistress,” he patronizingly stated.
“One of these days, I’m going to react like Felicity did and tickle you when you say that.”
“Sure,” he drew the word out. “And I bet that afterwards, you’re going to miss being the ticklee so much that you’ll offer up your tummy right away.”
She giggled, “Maybe. Finish your lunch, Con.” He laughed that off, and the two returned to eating.
After they finished lunch and cleaned up the dishes, the pair headed to the game room and Dawn grabbed one of the longer games that she owned. “Read the rules and start setting up while I call Wendy,” she instructed him. “I’ll help afterwards.”
“Okay,” he nodded, and Dawn dialed the Tickle Mistress’ cellphone.
“Hello? Dawn?” Wendy’s voice came over the speakerphone.
“Hi, Tickle Mistress Wendy!” Dawn greeted the Tickle Cartel executive.
“Hi, Dawn! How are you doing?”
“I’m doing great. How are you?”
“Pretty good. Did you get your friend moved in?”
“Yes. Thanks for sending Sasha and Brandy to help. They were incredible.”
“Good. So, does this mean that you’ll be coming over for dinner tomorrow?”
“I’m not going to miss two weeks in a row. Actually, I was calling about that. Can I bring my friend over?”
“Sure!” the Tickle Mistress eagerly approved. “You can bring any reasonable number of guests, just as long as I know ahead of time. You know that.”
“Yes, just wanted to make sure that was still the case and let you know.”
“Good. Also, remember that you promised to tell me the whole story of why you missed last week. You better do that, or your friend will.”
“I’ll tell you, don’t worry. See you tomorrow.”
“See you tomorrow!” Wendy confirmed, and the two exchanged goodbyes.
After hanging up, Dawn turned back to Connor, who had spread out a board and several cards on the table. “Any questions so far?”
“Not yet, still setting it up,” he barely looked up as he shuffled some cards. “Looks like a fun game, if I can figure everything out.”
“Well, I’ll make sure to help you. Anything I can do?” He directed her to a different stack of cards to shuffle, and she helped speed up the setup. Before long, the two had gotten everything ready, and they were able to begin the game. As expected, it took Connor quite a bit to figure out the nuances of the game, and the two ended up playing a few practice rounds. They jumped into a real game after that, and hours flew by while they were having fun.
