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Here is part 3 of Chapter 19 of Dawn's Story. There is no tickling in this part, but 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 19: Weekend Whirlwind, Part 2
The trip to Wendy’s home was uneventful. Once again, Connor did not take advantage of his subway tickler ticket, instead mostly talking to Dawn. She accommodated him, despite her desire to tickle the helplessly tied ticklees in front of her. On occasion, she did offer a poke or quick spider tickle, but never the extended tickles she wanted to give.
When they got off in a higher-class area, Connor practically glued himself to Dawn. He glanced around nervously as they walked to the Tickle Mistress’ home, but never strayed more than a few steps away from her. She was not completely sure why he seemed so anxious, but she made sure to project the confidence that came with visiting this area frequently. With her leading the way, the pair made it to Tickle Mistress Wendy’s house in about five minutes.
“Con, you stand in front so we can surprise whoever answers,” Dawn ordered before ringing the doorbell and retreating to a step behind her former neighbor. Wendy’s tickle slaves were not waiting at the door like Maddie had been, and it took a minute for the pair to hear the lock being undone.
As the door opened, Layla’s voice announced, “Welcome, Miss-” The door opened just enough for the tickle slave to look outside, and it abruptly stopped. “NO!”
WHAM! The door slammed shut immediately following Layla’s negative proclamation, and Connor stumbled backwards into Dawn after the forceful rejection. She grabbed onto him to steady them both, and then the pair stared at each other for a second, neither completely sure that they had correctly seen what happened. With a frown, Dawn rang the doorbell again. “No!” An angry voice declared through the door.
“Layla?!” Dawn exclaimed back. “What’s going on?”
“No!”
Dawn put herself ahead of Connor and stared through the door’s window viewer. She knocked on the door again.
“N! O! NO!”
“What in the world?” the switch asked herself out loud. “Layla, we’re here for dinner! Tickle Mistress Wendy said I could bring a guest!” There was silence from the other side of the door, and after fifteen seconds, Dawn turned back to Connor. “Con, I’m really sorry. This never happens. We always just get let in.”
“Back up!” Following a minute of silence from the other side of the door, Ava’s voice gave a harsh order. Connor instantly obeyed the command, and Dawn reluctantly followed suit. The lock came undone again, and five women piled out: Layla, Ava, Izzy, and two muscular women that Dawn did not recognize. All of them were directing scornful or outright hateful looks to Connor. Ava did pause her angry look temporarily as the door shut, turning around and giving a quick direction to someone inside, “Keep it shut until you’re ordered otherwise by Mistress or one of us. Don’t listen to Miss Dawn or any strangers.”
With a group outside, Dawn demanded, “What’s-”
“Silence,” Layla sneered, talking to Dawn but keeping her disgusted gaze on Connor. “He can’t come in.”
“What?!” Dawn shouted indignantly.
“I said: ‘Silence’,” Layla repeated as one of the unnamed women took a menacing step towards Dawn. “You can talk after I finish. He is not allowed inside. Period.”
“B- MMPH!” Dawn’s protest was cut off when the woman who had stepped towards her shoved a hand over her mouth. “MMPH!” She tried to struggle away, but the woman wrapped an arm around her to keep her in place. While trying to wiggle away, Dawn turned enough to see Connor. His eyes were darting between her and the second strong woman, who had clenched her fists and fixed her gaze on him. Even with this, his hands were aimed towards Dawn and twitching.
“Mistress Wendy does not allow men inside,” Layla explained to Connor. “You’ll have to leave.”
“MMPH!” Dawn protested.
“Tia, let her talk. I’ll have you silence her again if necessary.”
The woman uncovered Dawn’s mouth, but held her in place, and the switch burst into a verbal outrage, “What do you mean, Wendy doesn’t allow men inside? She told me I could bring a guest. If she had that policy, why didn’t she tell me before I brought Con all the way over here?”
Layla’s response was calm and collected. “You’ll have to ask her. If you want, you can come in. After he goes away, of course.”
Dawn spoke up before Connor could even consider opening his mouth. “No! That’s not okay, Layla! Con got invited here, too.”
Layla sighed. “I suppose I could speak to Mistress and see if she’d make an exception, since you’ve come all this way.”
“You go and tell her that she should let us both in. Tell her that she said she’d be happy for me to bring a guest.”
“I will talk to my mistress, Dawn.” The end of the sentence came bluntly, with an obvious omission of the honorary ‘Miss’ typically used by Wendy’s tickle slaves to her guests. Layla flipped around and approached the door, announcing, “It’s Layla. I’m coming back inside.” Someone inside unlocked and opened the door, then Layla commanded, “Out here, you two. Help watch them.” Sasha and Brandy shyly exited the house, and the slave in charge went inside, slamming the door behind her and locking it so loud that Dawn could hear it from her place several steps away.
After Layla left, Dawn finally turned her full attention to the two strong women that had come out with the trio of familiar tickle slaves. “Who are you two, anyway? I’ve never seen you before.”
“Tia and Heshima provide security for Mistress Wendy,” Ava interjected.
“Security? Are you new?”
“No, they’ve worked for Mistress since before I was bought. Mistress just likes to keep them out of sight unless they’re needed.” The tickle slave glanced over to Connor at the latter part of the sentence.
“Really?” The two women nodded, and Dawn turned back to Ava. “And why exactly are they needed now?” The tickle slave simply stared at Connor, as if that was a sufficient explanation. “Come on, Ava. You know I wouldn’t bring anyone to Wendy’s house that would make her need security.”
“That’s for Mistress to judge. If she wants Tia and Heshima to show themselves, they show themselves. Period. Now, that’s enough talking. Layla’s discussing… him…” she spat out the word, glaring at Connor, “with Mistress, and when she comes back out, she needs to be able to talk freely.”
“Fine,” Dawn huffed. She turned back to Connor and mouthed a ‘Sorry’, and he shrugged.
With time to spare, she sized up the two security women, quickly assessing that they might be able to match up against Connor individually, and easily together. Any two of the four tickle slaves could take Dawn down, so there was no chance the pair of guests could force their way inside to introduce Connor to Wendy without the slaves’ cooperation. Not that doing so would have endeared them to the Tickle Mistress, but it could have at least made Wendy see who she was trying to keep out. Unfortunately, that was not an option, and the pair were left standing outside, closely watched by six hostile tickle slaves.
After waiting for Layla to come back for a few minutes, Dawn looked back at Connor. He was glancing between the six women outside, who all had bikinis on, but tended to spend more time looking at Ava, the closest tickle slave to him. Focusing a little closer, she noticed that he was mostly eyeing their middles, and his fingers were twitching in half-wiggling motions. Recalling his lack of control when she had a bikini on and seeing the tickle-like motions he was making, Dawn realized that she needed to keep watching him. He finally stopped darting his eyes around and focused on Ava, then stretched his arm out ever so slightly towards the tickle slave.
“No, Con,” she hissed an order at him, trying to do so quietly, as not to alert the tickle slaves.
Unfortunately, Ava had taken notice of Dawn’s watching of Connor, and although he stopped, she lowered her head disapprovingly and backed up. “Keep your hands away from me!” she snarled, and both security women took a step towards the former tickle slave. “The only way you get near me is if Mistress Wendy specifically says that you should.”
The word ‘Mistress’ set Connor straight, and as his arm snapped back beside his waist, he humbly replied, “Of course, Miss…” he realized that the tickle slave had not been named to him and gave up, “Miss.”
Ava seemed taken aback by the meek response, and wanting to throw suspicion off Connor, Dawn went on the offensive, “Really, Ava? You and Layla claim that Tickle Mistress Wendy doesn’t allow men inside, and that means that Con can’t stretch while you make him wait outside?”
“Uh, well…” Ava stumbled.
“He can’t stretch in our direction,” Izzy rescued her fellow tickle slave. “Until Mistress Wendy says otherwise, he’s not to touch us. And because you brought him here, the same applies to you, Dawn. To avoid any misunderstanding, neither of you should make any moves in any of our directions. You’re both free to stretch side to side or backwards if you need to, though.”
“Hmph,” Dawn huffed.
The tension remained in the air as everyone agonizingly waited for Layla to return. Finally, after an uncountable number of minutes, the tickle slave partially opened up the door. “Sasha, Mistress wants to see you inside,” Layla proclaimed. “Brandy, guard the door.” The two tickle slaves nodded and ran away from the standoff outside. Once the door was shut and locked again, Wendy’s most trusted tickle slave turned to the male guest. “Mistress would still like you to leave.”
Before Connor could speak up, Dawn protested, “That’s ridiculous and you know it, Layla! She invited us, and Con is Not. Going. Home.” She emphasized each of the final three words.
“Fine.” Surprisingly, Layla backed off immediately. Still looking at Connor, she continued, “Mistress said that she’d prefer if you leave, but since she technically invited you here, she’s willing to make accommodations for you to stay if you insist. However, if you’re staying, we need to make sure you’re safe for her. You’ll have to come with me, Ava, Izzy, Tia, and Heshima.”
“Okay,” he calmly accepted.
“Wait, wait, wait!” Remembering what happened when Wendy considered her moderately hostile, Dawn had a really bad feeling about what the Tickle Mistress would have done to Connor, whom she appeared to despise. “What are you going to do to him, and why do all five of you need to be there?”
“We’re going to make sure he’s safe for Mistress, and all five of us are going because that’s what Mistress wants.”
“But what specifically are you going to do to make sure he’s safe for Wendy? What does that even mean?”
“Mistress gave us instructions; we’ll follow them.”
“What specifically? He’s not going inside until we know.”
“He’ll go back with you when you leave, Miss Dawn,” Layla stated, “and he will be perfectly fine. We just need to make sure he’s not going to be a danger to Mistress Wendy. We don’t know anything about him.”
“He’s here now. Ask him whatever you want. We’ll make sure you know that he’s safe, and then we can all go inside.”
“That’s not what Mistress specified.”
“Then what did she specify? Tell me, Layla.” Dawn took a step towards the slave, and the pair of guards responded by coming towards her.
“She’s not too close,” Layla waved the guards off. “Mistress ordered me not to tell you. We’ll tell him when we get to the evaluation location.”
“Fine, you win,” Dawn huffed. She pulled out a twenty from her purse and handed it to Connor. “Go home, Con. You’re clearly not welcome here. I’ll be back there after I have a quick talk with our ‘gracious’ host.”
“Dawn, can I just wait until you’re done with your talk to go home?” Connor requested.
“No,” Layla responded. “She doesn’t go inside until you’re gone or agree to go with the five of us.”
“What if all of you, except Sasha and Brandy, stay outside with Con while I talk to Tickle Mistress Wendy?” Dawn tried to compromise.
“Not acceptable; Mistress said that he goes with us or he goes away. Don’t ask me why; I don’t know. Those were just her orders.”
“Just go to the train station; I’ll hurry up,” Dawn shrugged her shoulders and addressed her former slave.
“I’d rather go inside with them.”
“What?! Con, you don’t know what they’re going to do to you! I doubt it’s just going to be questions.”
“I’d rather go inside.”
Layla nodded, “That’s fine with us, as long as you agree to follow our commands as Mistress ordered.”
“I agree.”
“Con!” Dawn gasped. “No, Layla, he does not!”
“I do.”
“You don’t know what you’re saying, Con! I’ve been in a position where I was forced to follow their commands before. It’s not good. Layla, you’d better tell us-”
Connor placed a hand on her shoulder. “Dawn, I’d really, really, really rather go inside with them than stay out here in this area.”
“No, Con, you don’t-”
He leaned in and whispered, “Half of Mistress Felicity’s bondage clients lived in places like this. I don’t want to run into someone who thinks I’m an escaped tickle slave, or worse, someone who doesn’t care that I’ve been freed. These people are rich; they have the means to hide me and keep me in tickle slavery.”
“Con, that’s ridiculous,” she protested, but one look in his eyes confirmed that he was too afraid to convince. “Come on, at least make them tell us what they’re going to do to you.”
He pulled back and turned to Layla. “I’m willing to follow your orders so you can make sure I’m safe for your Mistress.”
“Dawn?” Layla turned to the former mistress.
“Fine, but if you do anything to him…” she left the threat hanging.
“Mistress would not let us harm a guest, and everything we’re doing is by her order.” Heading back to the door, Layla proclaimed, “Sasha, we need the stuff!” A muted voice came through the door, and half a minute later, it opened. Sasha came out, handing Layla a connected pair of wrist cuffs and ankle irons, and Brandy followed. “Sasha, Brandy, you’re to escort Dawn inside after we bring him in.”
“There are five of you!” Dawn exclaimed as Layla gave the restraints to Tia. “What are those for?” Connor simply extended his hands towards the guard so he could be cuffed.
“We don’t know if he’s dangerous to Mistress yet,” Ava answered. “Until then, we’re being extra cautious.”
“But…” Dawn began to protest, but stopped after a single word, convinced of its futility. Connor offered no complaints as Tia and Heshima chained his wrists and ankles, and she knew he would have accepted the restraints even if she had ranted about the unfairness of it all.
Once Connor was in chains, the quintet of tickle slaves led him inside while Sasha and Brandy stood between that group and Dawn. After they were all in, Brandy headed towards the door and Sasha gestured to it, “Welcome in, Miss Dawn.”
Dawn gave the tickle slave a death glare and stomped towards the door, making her frustrations known in every way but saying it. Brandy stayed ahead of her and guided her to the Tickle Mistress in the living room.
Next Chapter
Chapter 19: Weekend Whirlwind, Part 4
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 19: Weekend Whirlwind, Part 2
The trip to Wendy’s home was uneventful. Once again, Connor did not take advantage of his subway tickler ticket, instead mostly talking to Dawn. She accommodated him, despite her desire to tickle the helplessly tied ticklees in front of her. On occasion, she did offer a poke or quick spider tickle, but never the extended tickles she wanted to give.
When they got off in a higher-class area, Connor practically glued himself to Dawn. He glanced around nervously as they walked to the Tickle Mistress’ home, but never strayed more than a few steps away from her. She was not completely sure why he seemed so anxious, but she made sure to project the confidence that came with visiting this area frequently. With her leading the way, the pair made it to Tickle Mistress Wendy’s house in about five minutes.
“Con, you stand in front so we can surprise whoever answers,” Dawn ordered before ringing the doorbell and retreating to a step behind her former neighbor. Wendy’s tickle slaves were not waiting at the door like Maddie had been, and it took a minute for the pair to hear the lock being undone.
As the door opened, Layla’s voice announced, “Welcome, Miss-” The door opened just enough for the tickle slave to look outside, and it abruptly stopped. “NO!”
WHAM! The door slammed shut immediately following Layla’s negative proclamation, and Connor stumbled backwards into Dawn after the forceful rejection. She grabbed onto him to steady them both, and then the pair stared at each other for a second, neither completely sure that they had correctly seen what happened. With a frown, Dawn rang the doorbell again. “No!” An angry voice declared through the door.
“Layla?!” Dawn exclaimed back. “What’s going on?”
“No!”
Dawn put herself ahead of Connor and stared through the door’s window viewer. She knocked on the door again.
“N! O! NO!”
“What in the world?” the switch asked herself out loud. “Layla, we’re here for dinner! Tickle Mistress Wendy said I could bring a guest!” There was silence from the other side of the door, and after fifteen seconds, Dawn turned back to Connor. “Con, I’m really sorry. This never happens. We always just get let in.”
“Back up!” Following a minute of silence from the other side of the door, Ava’s voice gave a harsh order. Connor instantly obeyed the command, and Dawn reluctantly followed suit. The lock came undone again, and five women piled out: Layla, Ava, Izzy, and two muscular women that Dawn did not recognize. All of them were directing scornful or outright hateful looks to Connor. Ava did pause her angry look temporarily as the door shut, turning around and giving a quick direction to someone inside, “Keep it shut until you’re ordered otherwise by Mistress or one of us. Don’t listen to Miss Dawn or any strangers.”
With a group outside, Dawn demanded, “What’s-”
“Silence,” Layla sneered, talking to Dawn but keeping her disgusted gaze on Connor. “He can’t come in.”
“What?!” Dawn shouted indignantly.
“I said: ‘Silence’,” Layla repeated as one of the unnamed women took a menacing step towards Dawn. “You can talk after I finish. He is not allowed inside. Period.”
“B- MMPH!” Dawn’s protest was cut off when the woman who had stepped towards her shoved a hand over her mouth. “MMPH!” She tried to struggle away, but the woman wrapped an arm around her to keep her in place. While trying to wiggle away, Dawn turned enough to see Connor. His eyes were darting between her and the second strong woman, who had clenched her fists and fixed her gaze on him. Even with this, his hands were aimed towards Dawn and twitching.
“Mistress Wendy does not allow men inside,” Layla explained to Connor. “You’ll have to leave.”
“MMPH!” Dawn protested.
“Tia, let her talk. I’ll have you silence her again if necessary.”
The woman uncovered Dawn’s mouth, but held her in place, and the switch burst into a verbal outrage, “What do you mean, Wendy doesn’t allow men inside? She told me I could bring a guest. If she had that policy, why didn’t she tell me before I brought Con all the way over here?”
Layla’s response was calm and collected. “You’ll have to ask her. If you want, you can come in. After he goes away, of course.”
Dawn spoke up before Connor could even consider opening his mouth. “No! That’s not okay, Layla! Con got invited here, too.”
Layla sighed. “I suppose I could speak to Mistress and see if she’d make an exception, since you’ve come all this way.”
“You go and tell her that she should let us both in. Tell her that she said she’d be happy for me to bring a guest.”
“I will talk to my mistress, Dawn.” The end of the sentence came bluntly, with an obvious omission of the honorary ‘Miss’ typically used by Wendy’s tickle slaves to her guests. Layla flipped around and approached the door, announcing, “It’s Layla. I’m coming back inside.” Someone inside unlocked and opened the door, then Layla commanded, “Out here, you two. Help watch them.” Sasha and Brandy shyly exited the house, and the slave in charge went inside, slamming the door behind her and locking it so loud that Dawn could hear it from her place several steps away.
After Layla left, Dawn finally turned her full attention to the two strong women that had come out with the trio of familiar tickle slaves. “Who are you two, anyway? I’ve never seen you before.”
“Tia and Heshima provide security for Mistress Wendy,” Ava interjected.
“Security? Are you new?”
“No, they’ve worked for Mistress since before I was bought. Mistress just likes to keep them out of sight unless they’re needed.” The tickle slave glanced over to Connor at the latter part of the sentence.
“Really?” The two women nodded, and Dawn turned back to Ava. “And why exactly are they needed now?” The tickle slave simply stared at Connor, as if that was a sufficient explanation. “Come on, Ava. You know I wouldn’t bring anyone to Wendy’s house that would make her need security.”
“That’s for Mistress to judge. If she wants Tia and Heshima to show themselves, they show themselves. Period. Now, that’s enough talking. Layla’s discussing… him…” she spat out the word, glaring at Connor, “with Mistress, and when she comes back out, she needs to be able to talk freely.”
“Fine,” Dawn huffed. She turned back to Connor and mouthed a ‘Sorry’, and he shrugged.
With time to spare, she sized up the two security women, quickly assessing that they might be able to match up against Connor individually, and easily together. Any two of the four tickle slaves could take Dawn down, so there was no chance the pair of guests could force their way inside to introduce Connor to Wendy without the slaves’ cooperation. Not that doing so would have endeared them to the Tickle Mistress, but it could have at least made Wendy see who she was trying to keep out. Unfortunately, that was not an option, and the pair were left standing outside, closely watched by six hostile tickle slaves.
After waiting for Layla to come back for a few minutes, Dawn looked back at Connor. He was glancing between the six women outside, who all had bikinis on, but tended to spend more time looking at Ava, the closest tickle slave to him. Focusing a little closer, she noticed that he was mostly eyeing their middles, and his fingers were twitching in half-wiggling motions. Recalling his lack of control when she had a bikini on and seeing the tickle-like motions he was making, Dawn realized that she needed to keep watching him. He finally stopped darting his eyes around and focused on Ava, then stretched his arm out ever so slightly towards the tickle slave.
“No, Con,” she hissed an order at him, trying to do so quietly, as not to alert the tickle slaves.
Unfortunately, Ava had taken notice of Dawn’s watching of Connor, and although he stopped, she lowered her head disapprovingly and backed up. “Keep your hands away from me!” she snarled, and both security women took a step towards the former tickle slave. “The only way you get near me is if Mistress Wendy specifically says that you should.”
The word ‘Mistress’ set Connor straight, and as his arm snapped back beside his waist, he humbly replied, “Of course, Miss…” he realized that the tickle slave had not been named to him and gave up, “Miss.”
Ava seemed taken aback by the meek response, and wanting to throw suspicion off Connor, Dawn went on the offensive, “Really, Ava? You and Layla claim that Tickle Mistress Wendy doesn’t allow men inside, and that means that Con can’t stretch while you make him wait outside?”
“Uh, well…” Ava stumbled.
“He can’t stretch in our direction,” Izzy rescued her fellow tickle slave. “Until Mistress Wendy says otherwise, he’s not to touch us. And because you brought him here, the same applies to you, Dawn. To avoid any misunderstanding, neither of you should make any moves in any of our directions. You’re both free to stretch side to side or backwards if you need to, though.”
“Hmph,” Dawn huffed.
The tension remained in the air as everyone agonizingly waited for Layla to return. Finally, after an uncountable number of minutes, the tickle slave partially opened up the door. “Sasha, Mistress wants to see you inside,” Layla proclaimed. “Brandy, guard the door.” The two tickle slaves nodded and ran away from the standoff outside. Once the door was shut and locked again, Wendy’s most trusted tickle slave turned to the male guest. “Mistress would still like you to leave.”
Before Connor could speak up, Dawn protested, “That’s ridiculous and you know it, Layla! She invited us, and Con is Not. Going. Home.” She emphasized each of the final three words.
“Fine.” Surprisingly, Layla backed off immediately. Still looking at Connor, she continued, “Mistress said that she’d prefer if you leave, but since she technically invited you here, she’s willing to make accommodations for you to stay if you insist. However, if you’re staying, we need to make sure you’re safe for her. You’ll have to come with me, Ava, Izzy, Tia, and Heshima.”
“Okay,” he calmly accepted.
“Wait, wait, wait!” Remembering what happened when Wendy considered her moderately hostile, Dawn had a really bad feeling about what the Tickle Mistress would have done to Connor, whom she appeared to despise. “What are you going to do to him, and why do all five of you need to be there?”
“We’re going to make sure he’s safe for Mistress, and all five of us are going because that’s what Mistress wants.”
“But what specifically are you going to do to make sure he’s safe for Wendy? What does that even mean?”
“Mistress gave us instructions; we’ll follow them.”
“What specifically? He’s not going inside until we know.”
“He’ll go back with you when you leave, Miss Dawn,” Layla stated, “and he will be perfectly fine. We just need to make sure he’s not going to be a danger to Mistress Wendy. We don’t know anything about him.”
“He’s here now. Ask him whatever you want. We’ll make sure you know that he’s safe, and then we can all go inside.”
“That’s not what Mistress specified.”
“Then what did she specify? Tell me, Layla.” Dawn took a step towards the slave, and the pair of guards responded by coming towards her.
“She’s not too close,” Layla waved the guards off. “Mistress ordered me not to tell you. We’ll tell him when we get to the evaluation location.”
“Fine, you win,” Dawn huffed. She pulled out a twenty from her purse and handed it to Connor. “Go home, Con. You’re clearly not welcome here. I’ll be back there after I have a quick talk with our ‘gracious’ host.”
“Dawn, can I just wait until you’re done with your talk to go home?” Connor requested.
“No,” Layla responded. “She doesn’t go inside until you’re gone or agree to go with the five of us.”
“What if all of you, except Sasha and Brandy, stay outside with Con while I talk to Tickle Mistress Wendy?” Dawn tried to compromise.
“Not acceptable; Mistress said that he goes with us or he goes away. Don’t ask me why; I don’t know. Those were just her orders.”
“Just go to the train station; I’ll hurry up,” Dawn shrugged her shoulders and addressed her former slave.
“I’d rather go inside with them.”
“What?! Con, you don’t know what they’re going to do to you! I doubt it’s just going to be questions.”
“I’d rather go inside.”
Layla nodded, “That’s fine with us, as long as you agree to follow our commands as Mistress ordered.”
“I agree.”
“Con!” Dawn gasped. “No, Layla, he does not!”
“I do.”
“You don’t know what you’re saying, Con! I’ve been in a position where I was forced to follow their commands before. It’s not good. Layla, you’d better tell us-”
Connor placed a hand on her shoulder. “Dawn, I’d really, really, really rather go inside with them than stay out here in this area.”
“No, Con, you don’t-”
He leaned in and whispered, “Half of Mistress Felicity’s bondage clients lived in places like this. I don’t want to run into someone who thinks I’m an escaped tickle slave, or worse, someone who doesn’t care that I’ve been freed. These people are rich; they have the means to hide me and keep me in tickle slavery.”
“Con, that’s ridiculous,” she protested, but one look in his eyes confirmed that he was too afraid to convince. “Come on, at least make them tell us what they’re going to do to you.”
He pulled back and turned to Layla. “I’m willing to follow your orders so you can make sure I’m safe for your Mistress.”
“Dawn?” Layla turned to the former mistress.
“Fine, but if you do anything to him…” she left the threat hanging.
“Mistress would not let us harm a guest, and everything we’re doing is by her order.” Heading back to the door, Layla proclaimed, “Sasha, we need the stuff!” A muted voice came through the door, and half a minute later, it opened. Sasha came out, handing Layla a connected pair of wrist cuffs and ankle irons, and Brandy followed. “Sasha, Brandy, you’re to escort Dawn inside after we bring him in.”
“There are five of you!” Dawn exclaimed as Layla gave the restraints to Tia. “What are those for?” Connor simply extended his hands towards the guard so he could be cuffed.
“We don’t know if he’s dangerous to Mistress yet,” Ava answered. “Until then, we’re being extra cautious.”
“But…” Dawn began to protest, but stopped after a single word, convinced of its futility. Connor offered no complaints as Tia and Heshima chained his wrists and ankles, and she knew he would have accepted the restraints even if she had ranted about the unfairness of it all.
Once Connor was in chains, the quintet of tickle slaves led him inside while Sasha and Brandy stood between that group and Dawn. After they were all in, Brandy headed towards the door and Sasha gestured to it, “Welcome in, Miss Dawn.”
Dawn gave the tickle slave a death glare and stomped towards the door, making her frustrations known in every way but saying it. Brandy stayed ahead of her and guided her to the Tickle Mistress in the living room.
Next Chapter
Chapter 19: Weekend Whirlwind, Part 4
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