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Here is the final part of Chapter 18 of Dawn's Story. There will be two more chapters after this: a longer Chapter 19 and a short Chapter 20 to close out 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
Chapter 19: Weekend Whirlwind
Previous Chapter
Chapter 18: Fun Friday, Part 4
“Sorry, Con, but there was no way I was going to let you win,” Dawn smugly proclaimed as she played a card to secure her second straight victory. Following the practice rounds that had taught Connor the game, she had tried to refrain from using her experience to crush him when it mattered. Then he started beating her soundly, and a short period of losing threatened to turn into a permanent loss. She made a split-second decision and flipped the odds in her favor. For the rest of the game, she played as well as she could, easily defeating him. Connor never stood a chance in the second game. Although Dawn was nowhere near as competitive as Cecelia, her former roommates’ ticklish punishments had instilled a drive for victory, especially against an opponent as inexperienced as her former tickle slave. Not wanting to come anywhere close to a loss, she pushed the limits of her skill and took half the time to crush him as he had spent ahead in the first game.
“Okay,” Connor responded, seemingly unbothered by her tone.
“Wanna make it three losses in a row?” she challenged, grabbing a deck and staring at him as she started shuffling.
“Not really.”
“Giving up after two games?” she pressed, consumed by her competitive drive. All along, her hands continued dividing and recombining the cards.
He stood up and strolled over to her. “I’m not giving up; I just want a break.” Before she could retort, he squeezed her bare side, earning a whoop of laughter. “I think that should give you a hint as to why.” With that, he turned and began walking away.
Dawn leapt out of her seat, dropping the cards on the table, and grabbed Connor’s ribs. Despite the protective shirt, his body turned to jelly as laughter poured out of his mouth. “I won, Con!” she announced indignantly. “If anyone’s giving out punishment tickles, it should be me, not you!”
“DAHAHAHAHAWN PLEHEHEHEASE! YOHOHOHOUR BEHEHEHELLEHEE!” he protested as his hands attempted to defend his weak spot.
“You lost your chance to tickle it when you lost the game. I wasn’t going to do a tickle punishment or a reward, but since you insisted…”
“IHIHI DIHIHIHID NOHOHOHOT! IHIHIHI-”
“You did when you squeezed my side,” she dictated. “And since you started the tickling, that’s what you’re going to get.”
“PLEHEHEHEASE IHIHIHIHIM- AHAHAHAHAHA!” Connor yelped as the squeezes changed to merciless scribbles. Her continued tickles brought him to the ground, where she tormented his defenseless ribs.
“Sorry won’t cut it, not now. So, how long were you planning to ‘reward’ me with tickles?” He was too consumed with laughter to answer. “Five minutes for each game?” Nothing came from the ticklee for a minute. “Not enough, then? Ten minutes, perhaps?” He appeared to be recovering enough to speak, but she did not care, so she switched to squeezing his most ticklish spot. The altered technique threw him back to a slave-like state of helplessness. “Maybe fifteen minutes each. After all, you’ve had plenty of fun with half-hour sessions tickling me, and so have I. Perhaps you figured that reminding me of that-” She felt her stomach grumble softly. Surprised, she retracted her hands and covered her midriff before it could complain loudly.
Before she could recover and resume her tickle attack, Connor had rolled over and was staring at her hidden abdomen. “It’s nearly 6, Dawn,” he forced out in a hurried breath. She blushed, and her face reddened further when her belly ignored her hands and let out a growl. “Hungry?” he offered.
She nodded and extended her hand shyly. He took it and stood up, eyeing her half-exposed torso but not taking any steps towards revenge. The pair headed for the kitchen, where Dawn opened up the refrigerator. “Uh, Con, we finished the soup,” she proclaimed, still embarrassed at how quickly she resorted to torturing him. “What do you want to make?”
“Something quick, if you have the ingredients?” he hopefully proposed.
She scanned the fridge and found an answer. “I have stuff for sandwiches. Is that alright?”
“Sure. Where’s the bread?” She pointed him to the correct drawer. He retrieved that, as well as plates, while she got the remaining food out. Once everything was on the table, the pair made their sandwiches and ate in silence.
Throughout the meal, regret gnawed at Dawn. With the context of what time it happened, she realized that the side squeeze had been meant to remind her that dinnertime was near. Instead of being open to that explanation, her laser focus on playing the game had left a reward as the only possible reason for him to tickle her. Her competitive drive and single-mindedness when playing games had been something she had hidden from Connor thus far, fearing that it would drive him away from her favorite hobby if he saw too much. Unfortunately, if there was any inclination for him to keep playing with her after she destroyed him in the game, that tickling probably took it away. She hoped not, but at this point, he would have to overlook what she had done to play again.
She knew that she would need to take the first step in trying to get him comfortable with her competitiveness, especially after how mercilessly she tickled him. While she might not be able to change his perception of how competitive she was, she could at least apologize for the unwarranted punishment and make it clear that it would not happen again. However, she was undecided on exactly how Connor would want to be compensated for the tickling. Would a simple apology keep him from fearing rib tickle torture when she began dominating another game? If not, she reasoned that the offending tickling would be turned back on her bare belly or ribs. Hopefully, he would not insist on taking it to the extreme that she had. Neither navel flossing nor the abdomen avoidance technique from this morning were ideal ways to make up for her mistake, but she vowed to accept whatever reasonable terms he proposed. She wanted to give him a reason to keep indulging in her favorite non-tickling hobby, and if a little tickle torture could do that, it would be worth it in the long run. Still, she was definitely not going to start with that proposal, and she struggled to settle on an appropriate apology level as she ate.
By the time the plates were in the dishwasher, she had tentatively decided on a simple sorry. If Connor appeared unsatisfied with that, she could quickly offer alternative compensation. “Con,” she addressed her former slave, who turned to loom over her, “I’m really sorry about tickling you before dinner. I let-”
“How long were you going to tickle me?”
Taken aback by the question, she considered it for several seconds before choosing what to say, “I really don’t know. We didn’t establish a punishment time before we started playing, and…” She trailed off and shrunk as he took a step towards her.
“What’s the longest you’ve tickled or been tickled for a punishment?”
“Well, I guess the time I bet an hour in tickle poker and lost,” she backed away.
“An hour for a single game?”
Still fearing the flossers, she tried to wiggle her way out of a two-hour tickle torture, “Wait, Con, wait, that was a betting game! Cecelia and I never did that for a normal game.”
He followed her and placed his hands on her shoulders, keeping her from running away. Staring her in the eyes, he questioned, “Then what was the longest for a normal game?”
“Half hour,” she squeaked out, not wanting an hour of tickling but feeling that Connor would know if she lied.
“So, were you planning to tickle me for an hour?”
“No, you’re too ticklish for that, and we didn’t agree beforehand,” she rushed to reassure him, hoping that he would spare her in return.
“How about half of that? Fifteen minutes per game, a half hour total? You seemed to stay on that for longer than any other time.”
Unsure of how far down she could get the tickling, she decided that a half hour of tickle torture was not the worst thing in the world. “Maybe, probably nothing more than that.”
He squinted his eyes and looked in hers for an agonizing thirty seconds before nodding. “Good enough. Since you tickle tortured me, I’d like a couple of things.”
“Okay?” she warily accepted.
“First of all, I want a half hour to tickle you, since that seems to be about how long you were going to tickle me.”
“Fine.”
“And the second thing’s for tomorrow, before we go to Tickle Mistress Wendy’s house.”
Eager to comply, she asked, “What is it? I’ll make sure we can do it.”
“It’s a surprise, and I think you’ll enjoy it. But right now, it’s time to tickle you. Let’s head to my room. We haven’t gotten a chance to use your cuffs since you freed me.”
“Okay.” She walked to his room with a half-smile, still unsure if he was planning to tickle torture her. “You’re going to use the pink cuffs?” she wondered as she took the blanket off the bed and got on.
“Yes, but first,” he motioned for her to get up, and then he opened up the closet door and grabbed a sheet. “I was hoping that you’d let me tickle you here again after you freed me, since you didn’t take those specially tailored cuffs out of the room. Since I’m going to sleep here tonight, though, I’d rather put this on first.” She nodded compliantly and helped him stretch the sheet out over the bed, then laid on top of it. “Let me know if this becomes uncomfortable.” Of course, with the perfect pink cuffs pre-adjusted for Dawn, she did not feel any pain as he bound her to the bed. “Is that comfy, Dawn?” he questioned, lightly spidering one of her armpits.
“Yehehehes,” she giggled, trying to squirm away from the tickle.
‘I really hope this isn’t a hint of what’s going to happen,’ she recalled the earlier abdomen avoidance tickle torture.
“Good. Then I can do this.” His left hand left her underarm, and the right hand descended onto her vulnerable midsection, all five fingers scribbling away.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Dawn instinctively tried to squirm away from the lovely stomach tickle, but stretched out as she was, her belly could not escape the wiggling digits. “COHOHOHOHON!”
“Yes, Dawn?” His other hand joined on her midriff.
“TIHIHIHIHICKLE MEHEHEHE!” she encouraged, seeing promise in the finger tickling and wanting it to continue.
“I mean, that is why you’re tied up here,” he flicked a finger on her outie and then resumed the regular tickle attack. She laughed out another affirmation, and he kept tickling for another minute before spreading spidery fingers out to her sides and stopping. Hopping up to kneel on the bed, hovering over her ticklish torso, he then stated, “I have a question before I continue, Dawn.”
“What is it?” she wondered, hoping he would not mention flossers while she was this vulnerable.
“You were tickling Maddie with something while Jen was tickling me, but I never got a good look before they tied me up again. What was it?”
“Oh, Q-tips. Why?”
He responded with a new inquiry. “Do they work as well on outies as innies? Maddie was laughing pretty hard.”
She smiled, seeing another opportunity to get a fun tickling. “First of all, Maddie has a very ticklish bellybutton, as you know. Secondly, yes, they do work great on outies.”
“Would they work for a reward tickle? I hadn’t even thought about that until you mentioned it while you were torturing me earlier.”
“Con, you don’t need to give me a reward tickle. This is supposed to be a makeup for that tickle torture I gave you earlier.”
He waved her off. “Dawn, I know that was a misunderstanding, one that was not any fun at all. As long as you don’t repeat it, I think we can both forget about it. Now, I’m going to tickle you no matter what, but you did win those two games. I think it’d be fitting to reward you for winning, as a way to say that we’re forgetting about what happened afterwards. Would Q-tips work for that?”
“Yes, they would, but this is still a makeup for the tickle torture. Don’t limit yourself to rewarding me just because you want to forget about it.”
He got up off the bed. “I think I can find something that satisfies both of us. You stay right there.”
“Where are you going?” she called out as he left the room. He did not answer, but he returned a couple of minutes later, something clutched in each hand. “Where’d you go, Con?”
“To get tools,” he sat on the bed and opened up his right hand, revealing a Q-tip. “I wanted to reward you with this tool.” His left hand opened up, showing a makeup brush. “And this one’s to help make up for you tickling me earlier.”
“Okay, Con, okay,” she accepted, pushing her stomach back into the spotlight. “If that’s what you want, I’m not going to argue anymore. I’m ready for my half hour of tickles.”
“Great!” he stated, not waiting for any more response before dropping the Q-tip on top of Dawn’s navel. She let her happy laughter flow freely as the soft tool brushed her bare bellybutton. Similar to Maddie, she enjoyed the feeling of Q-tips on her bellybutton, albeit not to the extent of her friend.
Because the tool was not her favorite, it took her a minute extra to drop into Tummy Paradise ticklee mode, but once she was there, she did not come out of it. Connor eventually replaced the Q-tip with the makeup brush, and she kept on loving the soft tickles on her favorite spot. She relayed her happiness to her tickler through laughter, and whenever she looked up, she could see that he was also enjoying tickling her. He had a wide smile on his face, and she occasionally heard him offer comments and teases about her outie’s sensitivity. Every time he talked about her tickle button, she made sure to reply with a quick, overwhelmingly positive affirmation that left no doubt about how great he was tickling her.
After a long, joyous tickling, Connor removed the makeup brush from Dawn’s bare belly, and as residual giggles flowed from her mouth, he released her arms and legs from the perfect pink cuffs. “Are we good, Dawn?” he asked after releasing her.
“If you’re good, I’m good,” she declared. “I loved that!”
“I did, too,” he smiled back. “Think we can do it again sometime?”
“Whenever you want,” she stated hopefully, reaching her limbs back to the corners of the bed.
“Then maybe tomorrow,” he suggested, tiredness in his tone. “If you don’t have anything that you’re dying to do, I was going to head to the living room and watch TV.”
“That sounds nice,” she retracted her arms and legs and got off the bed. “What do you want to watch?”
“More sports?” his voice pitched up.
“Sure,” she agreed, recalling the TV-watching tickling from Wednesday night.
The two made their way to the couch, and Connor took control of the remote. Just like the last time, he found a baseball game, and he quickly focused on the television. Dawn was just as uninterested as Wednesday, but she forced herself to sit still through a couple of innings, waiting for the right time to lay her stomach across her former slave’s lap for another tickling.
At the fifth commercial break, she made her move, asking, “Con, do you mind if I lay down? I’m getting tired.”
He eyed her warily, then answered, “Sure. I’ll go to the chair.” He began to get up, and like the last time, she gently pushed him back onto the couch. This time, he did not back down. “No, Dawn,” he dictated before she could speak up. “I just want to watch the game tonight.”
“Con,” she stated with the tiniest hint of authority as he stood up again, and she placed a hand on his chest. He pressed on, coming to his feet as she stopped resisting. “Fine.” With a sigh, she laid down on the couch, her bare belly still vulnerable as Connor took his seat on the living room’s recliner. She angled herself towards the television, but whenever commercials came on, she turned an eye to her former neighbor, hoping that he would ask to return to the couch. He never did, and after a few more innings, she gave up. “I’m going to bed. Enjoy the game. See you tomorrow.”
“Good night, Dawn,” he smiled at her. “See you in the morning.”
“Good night,” she returned the smile and the nighttime goodbye, then headed to her room. Feeling too lazy to draw, she changed into a favorite pair of pajamas and grabbed the tummy-tickling book that she had been reading in the morning. She got through a chapter before the tiredness really set in and she decided to go to sleep. Setting the book aside and turning the light off, she settled under the covers.
Next Chapter
Chapter 19: Weekend Whirlwind, Part 1
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
Chapter 19: Weekend Whirlwind
Previous Chapter
Chapter 18: Fun Friday, Part 4
“Sorry, Con, but there was no way I was going to let you win,” Dawn smugly proclaimed as she played a card to secure her second straight victory. Following the practice rounds that had taught Connor the game, she had tried to refrain from using her experience to crush him when it mattered. Then he started beating her soundly, and a short period of losing threatened to turn into a permanent loss. She made a split-second decision and flipped the odds in her favor. For the rest of the game, she played as well as she could, easily defeating him. Connor never stood a chance in the second game. Although Dawn was nowhere near as competitive as Cecelia, her former roommates’ ticklish punishments had instilled a drive for victory, especially against an opponent as inexperienced as her former tickle slave. Not wanting to come anywhere close to a loss, she pushed the limits of her skill and took half the time to crush him as he had spent ahead in the first game.
“Okay,” Connor responded, seemingly unbothered by her tone.
“Wanna make it three losses in a row?” she challenged, grabbing a deck and staring at him as she started shuffling.
“Not really.”
“Giving up after two games?” she pressed, consumed by her competitive drive. All along, her hands continued dividing and recombining the cards.
He stood up and strolled over to her. “I’m not giving up; I just want a break.” Before she could retort, he squeezed her bare side, earning a whoop of laughter. “I think that should give you a hint as to why.” With that, he turned and began walking away.
Dawn leapt out of her seat, dropping the cards on the table, and grabbed Connor’s ribs. Despite the protective shirt, his body turned to jelly as laughter poured out of his mouth. “I won, Con!” she announced indignantly. “If anyone’s giving out punishment tickles, it should be me, not you!”
“DAHAHAHAHAWN PLEHEHEHEASE! YOHOHOHOUR BEHEHEHELLEHEE!” he protested as his hands attempted to defend his weak spot.
“You lost your chance to tickle it when you lost the game. I wasn’t going to do a tickle punishment or a reward, but since you insisted…”
“IHIHI DIHIHIHID NOHOHOHOT! IHIHIHI-”
“You did when you squeezed my side,” she dictated. “And since you started the tickling, that’s what you’re going to get.”
“PLEHEHEHEASE IHIHIHIHIM- AHAHAHAHAHA!” Connor yelped as the squeezes changed to merciless scribbles. Her continued tickles brought him to the ground, where she tormented his defenseless ribs.
“Sorry won’t cut it, not now. So, how long were you planning to ‘reward’ me with tickles?” He was too consumed with laughter to answer. “Five minutes for each game?” Nothing came from the ticklee for a minute. “Not enough, then? Ten minutes, perhaps?” He appeared to be recovering enough to speak, but she did not care, so she switched to squeezing his most ticklish spot. The altered technique threw him back to a slave-like state of helplessness. “Maybe fifteen minutes each. After all, you’ve had plenty of fun with half-hour sessions tickling me, and so have I. Perhaps you figured that reminding me of that-” She felt her stomach grumble softly. Surprised, she retracted her hands and covered her midriff before it could complain loudly.
Before she could recover and resume her tickle attack, Connor had rolled over and was staring at her hidden abdomen. “It’s nearly 6, Dawn,” he forced out in a hurried breath. She blushed, and her face reddened further when her belly ignored her hands and let out a growl. “Hungry?” he offered.
She nodded and extended her hand shyly. He took it and stood up, eyeing her half-exposed torso but not taking any steps towards revenge. The pair headed for the kitchen, where Dawn opened up the refrigerator. “Uh, Con, we finished the soup,” she proclaimed, still embarrassed at how quickly she resorted to torturing him. “What do you want to make?”
“Something quick, if you have the ingredients?” he hopefully proposed.
She scanned the fridge and found an answer. “I have stuff for sandwiches. Is that alright?”
“Sure. Where’s the bread?” She pointed him to the correct drawer. He retrieved that, as well as plates, while she got the remaining food out. Once everything was on the table, the pair made their sandwiches and ate in silence.
Throughout the meal, regret gnawed at Dawn. With the context of what time it happened, she realized that the side squeeze had been meant to remind her that dinnertime was near. Instead of being open to that explanation, her laser focus on playing the game had left a reward as the only possible reason for him to tickle her. Her competitive drive and single-mindedness when playing games had been something she had hidden from Connor thus far, fearing that it would drive him away from her favorite hobby if he saw too much. Unfortunately, if there was any inclination for him to keep playing with her after she destroyed him in the game, that tickling probably took it away. She hoped not, but at this point, he would have to overlook what she had done to play again.
She knew that she would need to take the first step in trying to get him comfortable with her competitiveness, especially after how mercilessly she tickled him. While she might not be able to change his perception of how competitive she was, she could at least apologize for the unwarranted punishment and make it clear that it would not happen again. However, she was undecided on exactly how Connor would want to be compensated for the tickling. Would a simple apology keep him from fearing rib tickle torture when she began dominating another game? If not, she reasoned that the offending tickling would be turned back on her bare belly or ribs. Hopefully, he would not insist on taking it to the extreme that she had. Neither navel flossing nor the abdomen avoidance technique from this morning were ideal ways to make up for her mistake, but she vowed to accept whatever reasonable terms he proposed. She wanted to give him a reason to keep indulging in her favorite non-tickling hobby, and if a little tickle torture could do that, it would be worth it in the long run. Still, she was definitely not going to start with that proposal, and she struggled to settle on an appropriate apology level as she ate.
By the time the plates were in the dishwasher, she had tentatively decided on a simple sorry. If Connor appeared unsatisfied with that, she could quickly offer alternative compensation. “Con,” she addressed her former slave, who turned to loom over her, “I’m really sorry about tickling you before dinner. I let-”
“How long were you going to tickle me?”
Taken aback by the question, she considered it for several seconds before choosing what to say, “I really don’t know. We didn’t establish a punishment time before we started playing, and…” She trailed off and shrunk as he took a step towards her.
“What’s the longest you’ve tickled or been tickled for a punishment?”
“Well, I guess the time I bet an hour in tickle poker and lost,” she backed away.
“An hour for a single game?”
Still fearing the flossers, she tried to wiggle her way out of a two-hour tickle torture, “Wait, Con, wait, that was a betting game! Cecelia and I never did that for a normal game.”
He followed her and placed his hands on her shoulders, keeping her from running away. Staring her in the eyes, he questioned, “Then what was the longest for a normal game?”
“Half hour,” she squeaked out, not wanting an hour of tickling but feeling that Connor would know if she lied.
“So, were you planning to tickle me for an hour?”
“No, you’re too ticklish for that, and we didn’t agree beforehand,” she rushed to reassure him, hoping that he would spare her in return.
“How about half of that? Fifteen minutes per game, a half hour total? You seemed to stay on that for longer than any other time.”
Unsure of how far down she could get the tickling, she decided that a half hour of tickle torture was not the worst thing in the world. “Maybe, probably nothing more than that.”
He squinted his eyes and looked in hers for an agonizing thirty seconds before nodding. “Good enough. Since you tickle tortured me, I’d like a couple of things.”
“Okay?” she warily accepted.
“First of all, I want a half hour to tickle you, since that seems to be about how long you were going to tickle me.”
“Fine.”
“And the second thing’s for tomorrow, before we go to Tickle Mistress Wendy’s house.”
Eager to comply, she asked, “What is it? I’ll make sure we can do it.”
“It’s a surprise, and I think you’ll enjoy it. But right now, it’s time to tickle you. Let’s head to my room. We haven’t gotten a chance to use your cuffs since you freed me.”
“Okay.” She walked to his room with a half-smile, still unsure if he was planning to tickle torture her. “You’re going to use the pink cuffs?” she wondered as she took the blanket off the bed and got on.
“Yes, but first,” he motioned for her to get up, and then he opened up the closet door and grabbed a sheet. “I was hoping that you’d let me tickle you here again after you freed me, since you didn’t take those specially tailored cuffs out of the room. Since I’m going to sleep here tonight, though, I’d rather put this on first.” She nodded compliantly and helped him stretch the sheet out over the bed, then laid on top of it. “Let me know if this becomes uncomfortable.” Of course, with the perfect pink cuffs pre-adjusted for Dawn, she did not feel any pain as he bound her to the bed. “Is that comfy, Dawn?” he questioned, lightly spidering one of her armpits.
“Yehehehes,” she giggled, trying to squirm away from the tickle.
‘I really hope this isn’t a hint of what’s going to happen,’ she recalled the earlier abdomen avoidance tickle torture.
“Good. Then I can do this.” His left hand left her underarm, and the right hand descended onto her vulnerable midsection, all five fingers scribbling away.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Dawn instinctively tried to squirm away from the lovely stomach tickle, but stretched out as she was, her belly could not escape the wiggling digits. “COHOHOHOHON!”
“Yes, Dawn?” His other hand joined on her midriff.
“TIHIHIHIHICKLE MEHEHEHE!” she encouraged, seeing promise in the finger tickling and wanting it to continue.
“I mean, that is why you’re tied up here,” he flicked a finger on her outie and then resumed the regular tickle attack. She laughed out another affirmation, and he kept tickling for another minute before spreading spidery fingers out to her sides and stopping. Hopping up to kneel on the bed, hovering over her ticklish torso, he then stated, “I have a question before I continue, Dawn.”
“What is it?” she wondered, hoping he would not mention flossers while she was this vulnerable.
“You were tickling Maddie with something while Jen was tickling me, but I never got a good look before they tied me up again. What was it?”
“Oh, Q-tips. Why?”
He responded with a new inquiry. “Do they work as well on outies as innies? Maddie was laughing pretty hard.”
She smiled, seeing another opportunity to get a fun tickling. “First of all, Maddie has a very ticklish bellybutton, as you know. Secondly, yes, they do work great on outies.”
“Would they work for a reward tickle? I hadn’t even thought about that until you mentioned it while you were torturing me earlier.”
“Con, you don’t need to give me a reward tickle. This is supposed to be a makeup for that tickle torture I gave you earlier.”
He waved her off. “Dawn, I know that was a misunderstanding, one that was not any fun at all. As long as you don’t repeat it, I think we can both forget about it. Now, I’m going to tickle you no matter what, but you did win those two games. I think it’d be fitting to reward you for winning, as a way to say that we’re forgetting about what happened afterwards. Would Q-tips work for that?”
“Yes, they would, but this is still a makeup for the tickle torture. Don’t limit yourself to rewarding me just because you want to forget about it.”
He got up off the bed. “I think I can find something that satisfies both of us. You stay right there.”
“Where are you going?” she called out as he left the room. He did not answer, but he returned a couple of minutes later, something clutched in each hand. “Where’d you go, Con?”
“To get tools,” he sat on the bed and opened up his right hand, revealing a Q-tip. “I wanted to reward you with this tool.” His left hand opened up, showing a makeup brush. “And this one’s to help make up for you tickling me earlier.”
“Okay, Con, okay,” she accepted, pushing her stomach back into the spotlight. “If that’s what you want, I’m not going to argue anymore. I’m ready for my half hour of tickles.”
“Great!” he stated, not waiting for any more response before dropping the Q-tip on top of Dawn’s navel. She let her happy laughter flow freely as the soft tool brushed her bare bellybutton. Similar to Maddie, she enjoyed the feeling of Q-tips on her bellybutton, albeit not to the extent of her friend.
Because the tool was not her favorite, it took her a minute extra to drop into Tummy Paradise ticklee mode, but once she was there, she did not come out of it. Connor eventually replaced the Q-tip with the makeup brush, and she kept on loving the soft tickles on her favorite spot. She relayed her happiness to her tickler through laughter, and whenever she looked up, she could see that he was also enjoying tickling her. He had a wide smile on his face, and she occasionally heard him offer comments and teases about her outie’s sensitivity. Every time he talked about her tickle button, she made sure to reply with a quick, overwhelmingly positive affirmation that left no doubt about how great he was tickling her.
After a long, joyous tickling, Connor removed the makeup brush from Dawn’s bare belly, and as residual giggles flowed from her mouth, he released her arms and legs from the perfect pink cuffs. “Are we good, Dawn?” he asked after releasing her.
“If you’re good, I’m good,” she declared. “I loved that!”
“I did, too,” he smiled back. “Think we can do it again sometime?”
“Whenever you want,” she stated hopefully, reaching her limbs back to the corners of the bed.
“Then maybe tomorrow,” he suggested, tiredness in his tone. “If you don’t have anything that you’re dying to do, I was going to head to the living room and watch TV.”
“That sounds nice,” she retracted her arms and legs and got off the bed. “What do you want to watch?”
“More sports?” his voice pitched up.
“Sure,” she agreed, recalling the TV-watching tickling from Wednesday night.
The two made their way to the couch, and Connor took control of the remote. Just like the last time, he found a baseball game, and he quickly focused on the television. Dawn was just as uninterested as Wednesday, but she forced herself to sit still through a couple of innings, waiting for the right time to lay her stomach across her former slave’s lap for another tickling.
At the fifth commercial break, she made her move, asking, “Con, do you mind if I lay down? I’m getting tired.”
He eyed her warily, then answered, “Sure. I’ll go to the chair.” He began to get up, and like the last time, she gently pushed him back onto the couch. This time, he did not back down. “No, Dawn,” he dictated before she could speak up. “I just want to watch the game tonight.”
“Con,” she stated with the tiniest hint of authority as he stood up again, and she placed a hand on his chest. He pressed on, coming to his feet as she stopped resisting. “Fine.” With a sigh, she laid down on the couch, her bare belly still vulnerable as Connor took his seat on the living room’s recliner. She angled herself towards the television, but whenever commercials came on, she turned an eye to her former neighbor, hoping that he would ask to return to the couch. He never did, and after a few more innings, she gave up. “I’m going to bed. Enjoy the game. See you tomorrow.”
“Good night, Dawn,” he smiled at her. “See you in the morning.”
“Good night,” she returned the smile and the nighttime goodbye, then headed to her room. Feeling too lazy to draw, she changed into a favorite pair of pajamas and grabbed the tummy-tickling book that she had been reading in the morning. She got through a chapter before the tiredness really set in and she decided to go to sleep. Setting the book aside and turning the light off, she settled under the covers.
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Chapter 19: Weekend Whirlwind, Part 1
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