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Here is the first part of Chapter 19 of Dawn's Story. This chapter will be a longer one, and then a short Chapter 20 will finish 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 5
Compared to most of her ticklish dreams so far, the one that Dawn had Friday night was rather nonspecific. She was stretched out on a rack and blindfolded, and a group of hands were attacking her abdomen. After a while in ticklish hysteria, she found the will to count up six hands, but she could not identify who they belonged to. All she knew was that they were likely female, since they had longer nails and Connor, the only man she had encountered throughout nine years in the Tickle Cartel, did not have them. Still, the ticklers remained silent, and with the blindfold on, she never identified them. It left her unhappy, despite the tickling itself being perfectly enjoyable.
Dawn woke up still tired and feeling phantom tickles on her torso. She rolled over and checked the clock, which told her it was already 7:00 am. Groaning, she pulled off her covers and got up, then headed out to the kitchen. The smell of eggs did not waft into her nose after she left her room, and Connor’s door was still closed when she passed by. Like Thursday, she made herself a light breakfast and then sat with her back facing the hallway, hoping her former slave would come out and take advantage of her exposed abdomen.
Dawn refilled her cup of water a couple of times before she heard the noise of footsteps behind her. Hoping for a side-tickling but not convinced that Connor would give her one without letting her see him first, she pushed her arms away from her midsection as the footsteps got closer. “Morning, Dawn,” came Connor’s voice, but the tickling did not follow.
Dawn half-turned around and responded, “Mor- AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” As soon as her navel was in view, both of Connor’s hands shot out towards it and began to tickle fiercely. “MOHOHORNIHIHIHIHING!” she squealed as she pushed on, exposing the entirety of her torso for a ticklish greeting.
“How’d you sleep last night?” he asked after removing his hands.
“Alright, you?”
“Pretty good. You missed a great game.”
“Sorry, I got tired.”
“It’s okay,” he shrugged. “Want some eggs?”
“Definitely,” she smiled, and he got to work. Breakfast went as it had the last few days: he made her eggs, then his, then they both sat down and ate in silence. Afterwards, the pair changed into jogging clothes, with Dawn not even needing to ask this time. They stretched again, and Connor behaved himself, giving her vulnerable midsection a healthy doze of quick pokes and squeezes. She was giggly when they began jogging, and he made sure she was still giggly when they got back home, making her pay a little bit each time she left the slightest amount of stomach skin vulnerable.
After returning from the morning exercise, Connor announced, “Can I make a request, as part of the surprise you agreed to yesterday?”
“Sure,” she agreed casually.
“After you take your shower, put on a shirt like you used to wear in Wyoming.”
“What do you mean?”
“Something that covers up your belly. You never used to wear crop tops back then.”
Her eyes widened. “But Con…”
“Please, Dawn? I really think it’ll make the surprise better.”
“Fine,” she grumbled compliantly. She had not run out of belly-covering shirts from her time as a mistress, and she had a few that still showed off her tickle spot when she raised up her arms. Plus, she could always roll one up to give easier tickle access to her torso. As she thought about it, the idea became more and more enticing, and a smile came onto her face. “Okay, Con.” She looked up, and he was gone. When she walked upstairs, she heard the shower in his bathroom, and she shrugged, heading for her own shower.
After cleaning herself up, Dawn picked one of the shirts that rose with her arms and a pair of shorts, then headed into the living room, where Connor was waiting.
“You look great,” he commented after giving her a once-over.
“Thanks, Con,” she glanced down at her covered-up midriff with a frown, then looked back up at him.
“You looked great back in Wyoming, too.” That got a little smile out of her, but he continued before she could say anything, “Want to go shopping?”
“Is that your surprise?” She brightened as memories of the tickle tool store lit up her mind.
“No?” his eyes narrowed. “Have you not looked at the fridge this morning?”
“No, I haven’t,” she took a quick glance at the kitchen. “Why?”
“Well, I got hungry last night, and I had some blueberries for a snack. While I was getting them, I noticed that we’re almost out of fruit.”
“Oh,” she deadpanned. “Okay, let’s go shopping.”
“Also, the bank said that I should test out my debit card soon, and this seems like a great time to do that.”
“Alright, sounds reasonable. And while we’re on that topic, I will want you to help pay for groceries after you start working.”
“Of course. Just as long as I don’t have to get the tickling discount again. I hated that.”
“Yeah, I think you got it worse than I ever did,” she winced. “Don’t worry about that, though. I won’t get the tickle discount again unless I go to the store alone, so you’re going to have to choose it if you want it.”
“Sounds good to me. Anything you want to get besides fruit?”
“Let’s take a look at what we’ve got.” A quick inventory led to the ingredients for one more meal joining fresh fruit and vegetables on the list, but Dawn did not want to burden Connor with too much cost, especially before he actually started his job.
Once they had their list made, the two headed to the store. While walking around, the switch occasionally messed with her shirt, fighting the urge to fully expose her favorite tickle spot. Unfortunately, her new housemate denied her the opportunity to do this with items higher up on shelves, taking advantage of being taller to reach for them before Dawn could. The former mistress hoped to bare her belly when taking the cart back to the store after getting everything, but the pair only ended up with three bags. Wanting to save money, Connor declined cart service, and he carried the trio of bags home. She hid her frustration as they put the groceries away, then slumped down on the recliner in the living room.
“Hey, Dawn,” Connor stated as he entered the living room, “are you still up for getting into those pink cuffs again?”
A smile brightened up Dawn’s face. Finally, a tickling. And those cuffs would stretch her out enough that the shirt would come up and uncover her stomach. “Sure!” She leapt up, and he took her back to his room. As energetic as ever, she hopped onto the bed and reached for the perfect pink cuffs.
Upon seeing his former mistress’ shirt rise up and expose her tickle spot, Connor frowned. “Dawn, I thought I asked you to wear a shirt you’d have worn in Wyoming,” he commented.
“I did. This covered up my belly; otherwise, you would have complained earlier,” she pointed out.
“I can see your belly, and all you did was raise your arms a little bit. You’d never have worn something like that in Wyoming.”
“You asked me to wear a shirt that covered up my belly, and this one did.”
His lips curved into a wry smile, and he spoke at the same time he stepped up to her middle. “Does this feel covered to you?” he asked as his fingers landed on her belly and began wiggling.
“AHAHAHAHAHA EHEHEHENOHOHOHOUGH!” she answered, fighting to keep her hands from actually hiding her tickle spot.
He frowned as he removed his fingers from her ticklish torso. “You can be really frustrating when you want to get tickled, Dawn. We both know that you wouldn’t have worn a shirt like that in Wyoming.”
“Come on, Con.”
“Please change.”
“Why?” she pressed, the perfect tummy tickling giving her a reason to question him.
“Because you agreed to let me plan something for this morning.”
“But you’re tickling me,” she interrupted. “This shirt is a good one for tickling, and nothing I would have worn in Wyoming is nearly as good.”
“Please, Dawn?”
“No.”
He eyed her stomach, then sighed. “I don’t suppose there’s any point in trying to tickle you into changing.”
“You can try for as long as you want,” she offered, raising her abdomen for him.
“Dawn, please? It’s for the surprise.”
“Then I’ll change when we get done with the tickling, unless the tickling’s part of the surprise?”
“It kind of is.”
“It either is or it isn’t,” she dictated. “And if it isn’t, I’m not changing.”
“Fine, I suppose it is.” His tone did not even try to hide that he was lying, but the added exasperation made it clear that he had not wanted to resort to that.
“Fine,” she huffed. Shrugging her shoulders in frustration, she gave him one last chance to cuff her before she got off the bed. Grumbling under her breath, she stormed out of Connor’s room and retreated to her own.
While going through her closet, she complained to herself about having to change her outfit, ‘Why does Con even want me to cover up my belly? It’s not like it offers any advantage, especially with tickling. I get that I used to wear shirts like that, but now? Seriously? We’re in the Tickle Cartel. The Tickle, yes, Tickle, Tickle, Tickle, Tickle Cartel. He should get used to seeing my belly bare and tickling it.’ After huffing and puffing to herself for a while, Dawn finally started paying attention to the shirts she was going through. She eventually found one and changed into it.
One look in the mirror incensed her. When she raised her arms, the shirt remained frustratingly at her hips. No bare belly tickling for her, not with this shirt on. She let out a loud, angry grunt.
Going back into silent mode, she questioned, ‘He said he wanted to tickle me! Why not on bare skin?’ Then, looking back in the mirror, she saw that both her knees and feet were bare below her shorts. ‘No, Con. You’re not doing that to me again. You want something I would have worn to protect myself against tickles in Wyoming, then you’re going to get the whole ensemble.’ She went back into her closet and picked out thick socks, along with a pair of pants. In addition, she considered changing her shirt again, to protect her neck, but the only types of shirts that could do that were made warm for winter. On the off chance that Connor actually did tickle her belly, she did not want to cut the tickling short by overheating.
Unfortunately, even after covering up all her potential tickle spots, Dawn was still unsatisfied by what she saw in the mirror. Her perfectly ticklish stomach was hidden under her shirt, protected from any sort of ideal tickling. However, Connor was waiting for her, and she had agreed to the change of outfit, no matter how frustrating it was. Grumbling the whole way back, she returned to Connor’s room and jumped on the bed. She frowned and spread her arms and legs out, setting them in place for the pink cuffs.
“You really changed, Dawn,” Connor noted as he began to attach the cuffs to her limbs. “Why?”
“Wyoming had winter, didn’t it?” she snapped.
“Okay,” he defensively stated. “Are you still alright with being tickled?”
“Yes.”
“On your belly?”
“Yes. But if you wanted to tickle me there, why’d I have to change into this?”
“Well, I’m not sure how much I’ll use this in the future, but I was curious about something,” he declared as he attached the last cuff. “How ticklish is your tummy through a shirt?”
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” she squealed as his fingers began wiggling on her shirt-covered sides. The thought of being tickled through clothing had not occurred to her, despite how often she had done that to Connor over the last few days. In truth, she rarely got tickled through a shirt. That only happened maybe once a month, and only in the winter months. Every single time it did, Dawn or her tickler quickly remedied the situation and bared her belly. Due to the shock of Connor tickling like this now, it took her several seconds to recover from simply laughing and actually answer him, “IHIHIHITS STIHIHIHILL REHEHEHEALLEHEHEHEE TIHIHICKLIHIHISH!”
“You don’t say?” he teased, tickling with one hand up on top of her defended midriff. “Is this still a great spot?”
“EHEHEAHAHAHAHA!” she yelped as a finger found her outie and attacked it. “YEHEHEHES IHIHIHITS THEHEHEHE BEHEHEHEST!”
“Then you wouldn’t mind if I tickled your belly sometime when you’re wearing a longer shirt?”
“NOHOHOHOT AHAHAHAT AHAHAHALL!”
“Well, like I said before, I’m not sure how often it’ll happen, but I’ll make sure to take advantage. Your tummy really is still super ticklish like this, and I really like it.”
“SOHOHOHO DOHOHOHO- AHAHAHAHAHAHA IHIHIHIHI!” Dawn’s response paused when Connor’s navel-tickling hand returned to her side. Both of his hands squeezed her sides, and she instinctively tried to jump against the cuffs.
“How interesting,” her tickler’s voice preceded another side squeeze.
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 5
Compared to most of her ticklish dreams so far, the one that Dawn had Friday night was rather nonspecific. She was stretched out on a rack and blindfolded, and a group of hands were attacking her abdomen. After a while in ticklish hysteria, she found the will to count up six hands, but she could not identify who they belonged to. All she knew was that they were likely female, since they had longer nails and Connor, the only man she had encountered throughout nine years in the Tickle Cartel, did not have them. Still, the ticklers remained silent, and with the blindfold on, she never identified them. It left her unhappy, despite the tickling itself being perfectly enjoyable.
Dawn woke up still tired and feeling phantom tickles on her torso. She rolled over and checked the clock, which told her it was already 7:00 am. Groaning, she pulled off her covers and got up, then headed out to the kitchen. The smell of eggs did not waft into her nose after she left her room, and Connor’s door was still closed when she passed by. Like Thursday, she made herself a light breakfast and then sat with her back facing the hallway, hoping her former slave would come out and take advantage of her exposed abdomen.
Dawn refilled her cup of water a couple of times before she heard the noise of footsteps behind her. Hoping for a side-tickling but not convinced that Connor would give her one without letting her see him first, she pushed her arms away from her midsection as the footsteps got closer. “Morning, Dawn,” came Connor’s voice, but the tickling did not follow.
Dawn half-turned around and responded, “Mor- AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” As soon as her navel was in view, both of Connor’s hands shot out towards it and began to tickle fiercely. “MOHOHORNIHIHIHIHING!” she squealed as she pushed on, exposing the entirety of her torso for a ticklish greeting.
“How’d you sleep last night?” he asked after removing his hands.
“Alright, you?”
“Pretty good. You missed a great game.”
“Sorry, I got tired.”
“It’s okay,” he shrugged. “Want some eggs?”
“Definitely,” she smiled, and he got to work. Breakfast went as it had the last few days: he made her eggs, then his, then they both sat down and ate in silence. Afterwards, the pair changed into jogging clothes, with Dawn not even needing to ask this time. They stretched again, and Connor behaved himself, giving her vulnerable midsection a healthy doze of quick pokes and squeezes. She was giggly when they began jogging, and he made sure she was still giggly when they got back home, making her pay a little bit each time she left the slightest amount of stomach skin vulnerable.
After returning from the morning exercise, Connor announced, “Can I make a request, as part of the surprise you agreed to yesterday?”
“Sure,” she agreed casually.
“After you take your shower, put on a shirt like you used to wear in Wyoming.”
“What do you mean?”
“Something that covers up your belly. You never used to wear crop tops back then.”
Her eyes widened. “But Con…”
“Please, Dawn? I really think it’ll make the surprise better.”
“Fine,” she grumbled compliantly. She had not run out of belly-covering shirts from her time as a mistress, and she had a few that still showed off her tickle spot when she raised up her arms. Plus, she could always roll one up to give easier tickle access to her torso. As she thought about it, the idea became more and more enticing, and a smile came onto her face. “Okay, Con.” She looked up, and he was gone. When she walked upstairs, she heard the shower in his bathroom, and she shrugged, heading for her own shower.
After cleaning herself up, Dawn picked one of the shirts that rose with her arms and a pair of shorts, then headed into the living room, where Connor was waiting.
“You look great,” he commented after giving her a once-over.
“Thanks, Con,” she glanced down at her covered-up midriff with a frown, then looked back up at him.
“You looked great back in Wyoming, too.” That got a little smile out of her, but he continued before she could say anything, “Want to go shopping?”
“Is that your surprise?” She brightened as memories of the tickle tool store lit up her mind.
“No?” his eyes narrowed. “Have you not looked at the fridge this morning?”
“No, I haven’t,” she took a quick glance at the kitchen. “Why?”
“Well, I got hungry last night, and I had some blueberries for a snack. While I was getting them, I noticed that we’re almost out of fruit.”
“Oh,” she deadpanned. “Okay, let’s go shopping.”
“Also, the bank said that I should test out my debit card soon, and this seems like a great time to do that.”
“Alright, sounds reasonable. And while we’re on that topic, I will want you to help pay for groceries after you start working.”
“Of course. Just as long as I don’t have to get the tickling discount again. I hated that.”
“Yeah, I think you got it worse than I ever did,” she winced. “Don’t worry about that, though. I won’t get the tickle discount again unless I go to the store alone, so you’re going to have to choose it if you want it.”
“Sounds good to me. Anything you want to get besides fruit?”
“Let’s take a look at what we’ve got.” A quick inventory led to the ingredients for one more meal joining fresh fruit and vegetables on the list, but Dawn did not want to burden Connor with too much cost, especially before he actually started his job.
Once they had their list made, the two headed to the store. While walking around, the switch occasionally messed with her shirt, fighting the urge to fully expose her favorite tickle spot. Unfortunately, her new housemate denied her the opportunity to do this with items higher up on shelves, taking advantage of being taller to reach for them before Dawn could. The former mistress hoped to bare her belly when taking the cart back to the store after getting everything, but the pair only ended up with three bags. Wanting to save money, Connor declined cart service, and he carried the trio of bags home. She hid her frustration as they put the groceries away, then slumped down on the recliner in the living room.
“Hey, Dawn,” Connor stated as he entered the living room, “are you still up for getting into those pink cuffs again?”
A smile brightened up Dawn’s face. Finally, a tickling. And those cuffs would stretch her out enough that the shirt would come up and uncover her stomach. “Sure!” She leapt up, and he took her back to his room. As energetic as ever, she hopped onto the bed and reached for the perfect pink cuffs.
Upon seeing his former mistress’ shirt rise up and expose her tickle spot, Connor frowned. “Dawn, I thought I asked you to wear a shirt you’d have worn in Wyoming,” he commented.
“I did. This covered up my belly; otherwise, you would have complained earlier,” she pointed out.
“I can see your belly, and all you did was raise your arms a little bit. You’d never have worn something like that in Wyoming.”
“You asked me to wear a shirt that covered up my belly, and this one did.”
His lips curved into a wry smile, and he spoke at the same time he stepped up to her middle. “Does this feel covered to you?” he asked as his fingers landed on her belly and began wiggling.
“AHAHAHAHAHA EHEHEHENOHOHOHOUGH!” she answered, fighting to keep her hands from actually hiding her tickle spot.
He frowned as he removed his fingers from her ticklish torso. “You can be really frustrating when you want to get tickled, Dawn. We both know that you wouldn’t have worn a shirt like that in Wyoming.”
“Come on, Con.”
“Please change.”
“Why?” she pressed, the perfect tummy tickling giving her a reason to question him.
“Because you agreed to let me plan something for this morning.”
“But you’re tickling me,” she interrupted. “This shirt is a good one for tickling, and nothing I would have worn in Wyoming is nearly as good.”
“Please, Dawn?”
“No.”
He eyed her stomach, then sighed. “I don’t suppose there’s any point in trying to tickle you into changing.”
“You can try for as long as you want,” she offered, raising her abdomen for him.
“Dawn, please? It’s for the surprise.”
“Then I’ll change when we get done with the tickling, unless the tickling’s part of the surprise?”
“It kind of is.”
“It either is or it isn’t,” she dictated. “And if it isn’t, I’m not changing.”
“Fine, I suppose it is.” His tone did not even try to hide that he was lying, but the added exasperation made it clear that he had not wanted to resort to that.
“Fine,” she huffed. Shrugging her shoulders in frustration, she gave him one last chance to cuff her before she got off the bed. Grumbling under her breath, she stormed out of Connor’s room and retreated to her own.
While going through her closet, she complained to herself about having to change her outfit, ‘Why does Con even want me to cover up my belly? It’s not like it offers any advantage, especially with tickling. I get that I used to wear shirts like that, but now? Seriously? We’re in the Tickle Cartel. The Tickle, yes, Tickle, Tickle, Tickle, Tickle Cartel. He should get used to seeing my belly bare and tickling it.’ After huffing and puffing to herself for a while, Dawn finally started paying attention to the shirts she was going through. She eventually found one and changed into it.
One look in the mirror incensed her. When she raised her arms, the shirt remained frustratingly at her hips. No bare belly tickling for her, not with this shirt on. She let out a loud, angry grunt.
Going back into silent mode, she questioned, ‘He said he wanted to tickle me! Why not on bare skin?’ Then, looking back in the mirror, she saw that both her knees and feet were bare below her shorts. ‘No, Con. You’re not doing that to me again. You want something I would have worn to protect myself against tickles in Wyoming, then you’re going to get the whole ensemble.’ She went back into her closet and picked out thick socks, along with a pair of pants. In addition, she considered changing her shirt again, to protect her neck, but the only types of shirts that could do that were made warm for winter. On the off chance that Connor actually did tickle her belly, she did not want to cut the tickling short by overheating.
Unfortunately, even after covering up all her potential tickle spots, Dawn was still unsatisfied by what she saw in the mirror. Her perfectly ticklish stomach was hidden under her shirt, protected from any sort of ideal tickling. However, Connor was waiting for her, and she had agreed to the change of outfit, no matter how frustrating it was. Grumbling the whole way back, she returned to Connor’s room and jumped on the bed. She frowned and spread her arms and legs out, setting them in place for the pink cuffs.
“You really changed, Dawn,” Connor noted as he began to attach the cuffs to her limbs. “Why?”
“Wyoming had winter, didn’t it?” she snapped.
“Okay,” he defensively stated. “Are you still alright with being tickled?”
“Yes.”
“On your belly?”
“Yes. But if you wanted to tickle me there, why’d I have to change into this?”
“Well, I’m not sure how much I’ll use this in the future, but I was curious about something,” he declared as he attached the last cuff. “How ticklish is your tummy through a shirt?”
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” she squealed as his fingers began wiggling on her shirt-covered sides. The thought of being tickled through clothing had not occurred to her, despite how often she had done that to Connor over the last few days. In truth, she rarely got tickled through a shirt. That only happened maybe once a month, and only in the winter months. Every single time it did, Dawn or her tickler quickly remedied the situation and bared her belly. Due to the shock of Connor tickling like this now, it took her several seconds to recover from simply laughing and actually answer him, “IHIHIHITS STIHIHIHILL REHEHEHEALLEHEHEHEE TIHIHICKLIHIHISH!”
“You don’t say?” he teased, tickling with one hand up on top of her defended midriff. “Is this still a great spot?”
“EHEHEAHAHAHAHA!” she yelped as a finger found her outie and attacked it. “YEHEHEHES IHIHIHITS THEHEHEHE BEHEHEHEST!”
“Then you wouldn’t mind if I tickled your belly sometime when you’re wearing a longer shirt?”
“NOHOHOHOT AHAHAHAT AHAHAHALL!”
“Well, like I said before, I’m not sure how often it’ll happen, but I’ll make sure to take advantage. Your tummy really is still super ticklish like this, and I really like it.”
“SOHOHOHO DOHOHOHO- AHAHAHAHAHAHA IHIHIHIHI!” Dawn’s response paused when Connor’s navel-tickling hand returned to her side. Both of his hands squeezed her sides, and she instinctively tried to jump against the cuffs.
“How interesting,” her tickler’s voice preceded another side squeeze.
