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Here is part 4 of Chapter 19 of Dawn's Story. I hope you enjoy it! Please let me know what you think, and thank you for reading!
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Chapter 19: Weekend Whirlwind, Part 3
When Dawn entered the living room, everyone seemed to be on edge. Sasha and Brandy were both tense and looked ready to spring into action. Meanwhile, Wendy was on the recliner, but instead of reclining like normal, she was sitting upright and fidgeting. Dawn’s fists were still clenched in anger over how Connor was being treated, and she stormed to the couch furthest from her host and sat down, immediately turning away from the Tickle Mistress. No one bothered to give any sort of greeting.
Wendy finally spoke up after a long, tense silence, “Good afternoon, Dawn.”
Dawn shot a death glare over, but it was intercepted by the pair of tickle slaves, who had positioned themselves between host and guest. She turned back.
“Is this… man… you brought over the friend you helped move?”
The vitriol in Wendy’s voice seemingly confirmed Dawn’s fears of what was happening to Connor. Then she remembered that Sasha and Brandy had helped him move at her request, and she winced. There was no way to get out of answering this, or she might be tortured, along with Connor, Sasha, and Brandy. Reluctantly, she turned back, seeing that the slaves were shaking in between her and Wendy. “Yes, he was.”
“I see.” The anger in the Tickle Mistress’ voice was barely contained, and Dawn was almost sure she was going to get a flosser on her bellybutton for bringing the two slaves into the move. “Sasha? Brandy?”
“Y-yes, M-mistress?” the two stammered in near unison.
“Dawn says you did a good job, and for that, I am happy,” the Tickle Mistress dictated. “But when you came back here, why didn’t you tell me that Dawn was moving a man?”
“M-mistress…” Sasha stammered.
“I ordered them not to.” Despite knowing that it could earn her tickle torture, Dawn decided to stand by her actions. “I wanted to surprise you.”
“You did what?!” Both slaves took a step towards Dawn upon hearing the fury in their mistress’ voice. “You ordered them to keep information from me?”
“Unless you specifically asked,” Dawn hurriedly corrected. “I told them not to reveal anything that you didn’t ask for. I didn’t know you’d be so unreasonable.”
“Unreasonable? Dawn, I am not being unreasonable! Sasha, Brandy, step aside.”
With a wince, Sasha turned around and stated, “Mistress, you can’t hurt-”
“I’m not going to hurt anyone, Sasha; I’ll even stay in this chair. Move. I want to see Dawn.”
The two tickle slaves stepped aside, and the full fury of Wendy’s gaze bored into Dawn’s eyes. The switch tried to return an equally intimidating stare, but the Tickle Mistress’ eyes unnerved her.
“Dawn, I am not being unreasonable. I am allowed to have rules for my home, and I am allowed to enforce them.”
“But you said-”
“I did not know that your guest was a… man.” She spat the last word out.
“You’ve never said anything that would make that something to be brought up,” Dawn weakly protested.
“I shouldn’t have to say it.”
Hearing that emboldened the switch, and her voice rose. “Yes, you should! You’ve never given any indication that you wouldn’t accept someone as a guest. Now you’ve got Con locked away who knows where with five people doing who knows what to him!”
“Layla and the others are making sure he’s safe,” Wendy’s voice calmed after Dawn’s outburst. “Until they do so, I can’t trust him near me.”
“How long will that be? They wouldn’t even tell me what they’re doing to him!” The volume of the voices was fully swapped now.
“They’re making sure he’s safe. He’ll go with you when you leave.”
“What time am I going to see him again?” she challenged. “When we start dinner? After dinner? Or am I going to have to wait until I leave?”
Wendy turned away at the last question.
“I’m going to have to wait until I leave, right? You won’t even treat him as a guest. What are they doing to him? Are they tickle torturing him, like you did to me back when I was scared of you?”
The Tickle Mistress did not look at her guest.
“Why can’t you just treat him as a guest? We came over here for dinner because you said it was okay.”
Without turning, Wendy promised, “He’ll be fed a full dinner, just like us. Layla and the others will just make sure he’s still not a danger while he eats.”
“He’s not a danger! Stop having them tickle torture him and let him come down with the rest of us.”
“Don’t you dare try to order me around in my house,” Wendy faced Dawn and coldly dictated. “Or else I’ll send you up there with him. I already know how to make you beg.”
“Fine! Send me up there! I don’t care!” She knew she would regret saying that after the flossers turned on, but right now, she was too angry.
“Calm down, Dawn.”
“No! I wo-”
DING! The doorbell rang, robbing the attention of all four women in the room.
“Sasha, go answer it,” Wendy instructed after the pair of tickle slaves looked at her. The tickle slave cast a worried glance Dawn’s way, then scurried off towards the door. Not wanting to be fighting when Jen and Maddie entered, the former slave turned back around, trying to calm herself.
“Dawn, let’s go to the dinner table,” Wendy stated, and Dawn heard the recliner creaking. She stayed facing away from the Tickle Mistress for several more seconds, then stood up. Brandy was still there, waiting, but she hurried up to precede Dawn when the latter started walking.
The pair left before Jen and Maddie could get into the living room. By the time they arrived in the dining room, Wendy was already sitting at her normal place. Glaring at the Tickle Mistress the entire time, Dawn absconded her normal seat by the host and instead took a chair across from Wendy. She would have sat further away, but she knew Jen and Maddie would want to sit across from each other if they couldn’t sit side by side, and it was not like Connor would need a place to sit. After taking her seat, she glared at the Tickle Mistress, both remaining silent to keep an argument from breaking out again.
“There you are! You didn’t tell me that you were going to the dining room!” Sasha proclaimed as multiple sets of footsteps signaled the arrival of more people.
“Hi, Dawn; hi, Wendy!” Jen and Maddie jointly announced.
“Hello, Jen, Maddie,” Wendy warmly welcomed them.
Dawn kept silently staring at the woman who had ordered Connor taken away from her.
“Hey, Dawn,” Maddie whispered from behind her, and all of a sudden, twenty fingers were attacking Dawn’s bare sides and stomach.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HEHEHEHEHEY! STAHAHAHAHAP!” Dawn’s hands shot down to defend her tickle spot as Jen and Maddie double-teamed her.
“Hey, where’s Connor? Did you bring him?” Jen innocently asked as fingers began moving towards the center of her midriff.
“STAHAHAHAHAHAP THAHAHAHAHAT!” The mention of Connor brought enough fury into Dawn that she slapped two tickling arms. Luckily, the attack, unusual as it was, signaled the best friends to stop tickling.
“Dawn?” Jen inquired, concern filling her tone.
“Ask her,” Dawn spat as she resumed her stare down of Wendy.
With a gulp, Jen questioned, “Tickle Mistress Wendy, did Dawn bring Connor over here?”
“She brought someone,” Wendy cautiously answered.
“A man?” Maddie wondered.
The Tickle Mistress replied through gritted teeth, “Yes.”
“Tickle Mistress Wendy?” Jen took a step back out of Dawn’s peripheral vision. Then she dared to ask, “Where is Connor?”
“With Layla and some others. Sit down.”
“Okay.” Jen reluctantly moved around the table and sat next to Wendy, while Maddie took the seat next to Dawn. Sasha and Brandy took opposite spots next to their mistress and the professional switch, respectively.
“Food, please!” Wendy called, not using the calm voice that she typically had when instructing the slaves to serve dinner. Tickle slaves began pouring out of the kitchen with food and drinks, and everyone began eating, leaving an awkward silence in the room.
After having some food, Maddie was the first to dare to speak up, “So, Dawn brought Connor over here, and he’s…”
“Being ‘made safe’ for her,” Dawn mockingly stated, flinging a backwards hand in Wendy’s direction at the last word. “Apparently that means being constantly tickle tortured until I leave with him.” The Tickle Mistress tried to say something, but Dawn just kept going, “All because she refuses to even let him see her.”
Jen and Maddie both looked to the Tickle Mistress, who had flared her nostrils up while staring at Dawn. Dawn huffed in response, and Jen weakly spoke up, “But he was so nice when he came to our apartment. Tickle Mistress…”
“She doesn’t care!” Dawn accused. “She had Layla keep us locked out until he agreed to be chained up, all because he’s a man! Even sent two guards outside. He could be the nicest guy in the world, and all three of us know that he’s nice, but she wants him locked out or locked up.”
“That’s enough!” Although not one to lose her temper often, that apparently set Wendy off. She slammed her hands on the table, nearly jarring food off everyone’s plates, and stood up, fixing a death glare on the aggrieved switch. “Dawn! This is my home, and I am in charge here. If I say something, it gets done. Now either sit quietly and eat, or I’ll make sure there’s a flosser on your outie until the time you’d normally leave. And I will find a way to make the tickle torture worse for Connor, and he’ll know that it’s your fault.”
Dawn grabbed her spoon and resumed eating, but Jen gasped in disbelief, “You are tickle torturing him.”
“I can get Q-tips out for you if you keep talking.”
Jen went back to eating.
Maddie appeared to consider saying something, too, but she ate instead. A few minutes later, with the tension dissipating, she changed her mind, “Connor was a great guest at our home, Tickle Mistress. I really think you’d like him if you met him.”
“She has,” Dawn muttered.
“What, Dawn?” Wendy glared. “Did I hear a flosser turn on?”
“You’ve met Connor before,” the switch winced, hoping the statement would save her.
“Yeah, right,” she rolled her eyes.
“In the Training Academy?” Maddie hopefully questioned.
“I have plenty of paintbrushes around here,” Wendy warned.
“Yes.” Dawn dared to answer.
At that, the Tickle Mistress’ lips quivered. “Dawn, he’s a tickle slave?”
The switch sucked in her stomach. “Can I answer without… you know?”
“I asked you.”
“He was a tickle slave. I freed him.”
Wendy backed up in her chair and her eyes widened. “You freed him?”
“Yes, on Wednesday. He’s the reason I missed last Saturday. I saw him for the first time in nine years that day.”
“You knew him before you were a tickle slave?”
“We grew up together.”
“Sure, sure.”
“No, it’s true; she told us about him,” Jen jumped back in.
“Sasha, take Jen to the dungeon. She needs some Q-tip time.”
“Wait! I told both her and Maddie, and you know it, too!” Dawn intervened.
“I do not!” But when Sasha got up, Wendy wrapped an arm around her waist and sat her back down. “Wait.”
“He can prove that you’ve met,” Dawn claimed, hoping that seeing Connor and her together would jog Wendy’s memory of the picture she had supposedly seen several times.
“Oh? How so?”
“Let him come down, and he’ll prove it.”
“I want to know how.”
“And I wanted to know what you were having Layla and the others do to him.”
“I could just take you up there and put flossers on your bellybutton.”
“You wouldn’t do that. You’re too scared of Con. You’d have Sasha or Brandy do it.”
“You know what I meant.”
“And you’re getting curious about if you have met Con, aren’t you?”
Wendy huffed, then turned away from Dawn. “Jen, Maddie, you said that Connor came to your apartment?”
“Yes, Thursday night,” Maddie confirmed.
“And he was a model guest?”
“Well, he did tickle me, but that was really Jen and Dawn’s doing, and he made up for it,” Maddie pointed out the one thing Connor did that his host disliked on Thursday night.
“Yeah, other than that, both of us loved everything about his visit,” Jen added. “Maddie didn’t like when he tickled her, but I basically made him do it. I tickle tortured him right before that and made him agree to tickle her to avoid more tickling.”
“Fine. Maddie, he’s sitting next to you. Brandy, go have Layla and the others release Connor and bring him down. All six of them are joining us at the table. We’ll see if I actually have met him before. If not, or if I decide he’s not safe, he and Dawn are going back up there. Jen, Maddie, if I hear a complaint out of either of you, you’ll both join them.”
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When Dawn entered the living room, everyone seemed to be on edge. Sasha and Brandy were both tense and looked ready to spring into action. Meanwhile, Wendy was on the recliner, but instead of reclining like normal, she was sitting upright and fidgeting. Dawn’s fists were still clenched in anger over how Connor was being treated, and she stormed to the couch furthest from her host and sat down, immediately turning away from the Tickle Mistress. No one bothered to give any sort of greeting.
Wendy finally spoke up after a long, tense silence, “Good afternoon, Dawn.”
Dawn shot a death glare over, but it was intercepted by the pair of tickle slaves, who had positioned themselves between host and guest. She turned back.
“Is this… man… you brought over the friend you helped move?”
The vitriol in Wendy’s voice seemingly confirmed Dawn’s fears of what was happening to Connor. Then she remembered that Sasha and Brandy had helped him move at her request, and she winced. There was no way to get out of answering this, or she might be tortured, along with Connor, Sasha, and Brandy. Reluctantly, she turned back, seeing that the slaves were shaking in between her and Wendy. “Yes, he was.”
“I see.” The anger in the Tickle Mistress’ voice was barely contained, and Dawn was almost sure she was going to get a flosser on her bellybutton for bringing the two slaves into the move. “Sasha? Brandy?”
“Y-yes, M-mistress?” the two stammered in near unison.
“Dawn says you did a good job, and for that, I am happy,” the Tickle Mistress dictated. “But when you came back here, why didn’t you tell me that Dawn was moving a man?”
“M-mistress…” Sasha stammered.
“I ordered them not to.” Despite knowing that it could earn her tickle torture, Dawn decided to stand by her actions. “I wanted to surprise you.”
“You did what?!” Both slaves took a step towards Dawn upon hearing the fury in their mistress’ voice. “You ordered them to keep information from me?”
“Unless you specifically asked,” Dawn hurriedly corrected. “I told them not to reveal anything that you didn’t ask for. I didn’t know you’d be so unreasonable.”
“Unreasonable? Dawn, I am not being unreasonable! Sasha, Brandy, step aside.”
With a wince, Sasha turned around and stated, “Mistress, you can’t hurt-”
“I’m not going to hurt anyone, Sasha; I’ll even stay in this chair. Move. I want to see Dawn.”
The two tickle slaves stepped aside, and the full fury of Wendy’s gaze bored into Dawn’s eyes. The switch tried to return an equally intimidating stare, but the Tickle Mistress’ eyes unnerved her.
“Dawn, I am not being unreasonable. I am allowed to have rules for my home, and I am allowed to enforce them.”
“But you said-”
“I did not know that your guest was a… man.” She spat the last word out.
“You’ve never said anything that would make that something to be brought up,” Dawn weakly protested.
“I shouldn’t have to say it.”
Hearing that emboldened the switch, and her voice rose. “Yes, you should! You’ve never given any indication that you wouldn’t accept someone as a guest. Now you’ve got Con locked away who knows where with five people doing who knows what to him!”
“Layla and the others are making sure he’s safe,” Wendy’s voice calmed after Dawn’s outburst. “Until they do so, I can’t trust him near me.”
“How long will that be? They wouldn’t even tell me what they’re doing to him!” The volume of the voices was fully swapped now.
“They’re making sure he’s safe. He’ll go with you when you leave.”
“What time am I going to see him again?” she challenged. “When we start dinner? After dinner? Or am I going to have to wait until I leave?”
Wendy turned away at the last question.
“I’m going to have to wait until I leave, right? You won’t even treat him as a guest. What are they doing to him? Are they tickle torturing him, like you did to me back when I was scared of you?”
The Tickle Mistress did not look at her guest.
“Why can’t you just treat him as a guest? We came over here for dinner because you said it was okay.”
Without turning, Wendy promised, “He’ll be fed a full dinner, just like us. Layla and the others will just make sure he’s still not a danger while he eats.”
“He’s not a danger! Stop having them tickle torture him and let him come down with the rest of us.”
“Don’t you dare try to order me around in my house,” Wendy faced Dawn and coldly dictated. “Or else I’ll send you up there with him. I already know how to make you beg.”
“Fine! Send me up there! I don’t care!” She knew she would regret saying that after the flossers turned on, but right now, she was too angry.
“Calm down, Dawn.”
“No! I wo-”
DING! The doorbell rang, robbing the attention of all four women in the room.
“Sasha, go answer it,” Wendy instructed after the pair of tickle slaves looked at her. The tickle slave cast a worried glance Dawn’s way, then scurried off towards the door. Not wanting to be fighting when Jen and Maddie entered, the former slave turned back around, trying to calm herself.
“Dawn, let’s go to the dinner table,” Wendy stated, and Dawn heard the recliner creaking. She stayed facing away from the Tickle Mistress for several more seconds, then stood up. Brandy was still there, waiting, but she hurried up to precede Dawn when the latter started walking.
The pair left before Jen and Maddie could get into the living room. By the time they arrived in the dining room, Wendy was already sitting at her normal place. Glaring at the Tickle Mistress the entire time, Dawn absconded her normal seat by the host and instead took a chair across from Wendy. She would have sat further away, but she knew Jen and Maddie would want to sit across from each other if they couldn’t sit side by side, and it was not like Connor would need a place to sit. After taking her seat, she glared at the Tickle Mistress, both remaining silent to keep an argument from breaking out again.
“There you are! You didn’t tell me that you were going to the dining room!” Sasha proclaimed as multiple sets of footsteps signaled the arrival of more people.
“Hi, Dawn; hi, Wendy!” Jen and Maddie jointly announced.
“Hello, Jen, Maddie,” Wendy warmly welcomed them.
Dawn kept silently staring at the woman who had ordered Connor taken away from her.
“Hey, Dawn,” Maddie whispered from behind her, and all of a sudden, twenty fingers were attacking Dawn’s bare sides and stomach.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HEHEHEHEHEY! STAHAHAHAHAP!” Dawn’s hands shot down to defend her tickle spot as Jen and Maddie double-teamed her.
“Hey, where’s Connor? Did you bring him?” Jen innocently asked as fingers began moving towards the center of her midriff.
“STAHAHAHAHAHAP THAHAHAHAHAT!” The mention of Connor brought enough fury into Dawn that she slapped two tickling arms. Luckily, the attack, unusual as it was, signaled the best friends to stop tickling.
“Dawn?” Jen inquired, concern filling her tone.
“Ask her,” Dawn spat as she resumed her stare down of Wendy.
With a gulp, Jen questioned, “Tickle Mistress Wendy, did Dawn bring Connor over here?”
“She brought someone,” Wendy cautiously answered.
“A man?” Maddie wondered.
The Tickle Mistress replied through gritted teeth, “Yes.”
“Tickle Mistress Wendy?” Jen took a step back out of Dawn’s peripheral vision. Then she dared to ask, “Where is Connor?”
“With Layla and some others. Sit down.”
“Okay.” Jen reluctantly moved around the table and sat next to Wendy, while Maddie took the seat next to Dawn. Sasha and Brandy took opposite spots next to their mistress and the professional switch, respectively.
“Food, please!” Wendy called, not using the calm voice that she typically had when instructing the slaves to serve dinner. Tickle slaves began pouring out of the kitchen with food and drinks, and everyone began eating, leaving an awkward silence in the room.
After having some food, Maddie was the first to dare to speak up, “So, Dawn brought Connor over here, and he’s…”
“Being ‘made safe’ for her,” Dawn mockingly stated, flinging a backwards hand in Wendy’s direction at the last word. “Apparently that means being constantly tickle tortured until I leave with him.” The Tickle Mistress tried to say something, but Dawn just kept going, “All because she refuses to even let him see her.”
Jen and Maddie both looked to the Tickle Mistress, who had flared her nostrils up while staring at Dawn. Dawn huffed in response, and Jen weakly spoke up, “But he was so nice when he came to our apartment. Tickle Mistress…”
“She doesn’t care!” Dawn accused. “She had Layla keep us locked out until he agreed to be chained up, all because he’s a man! Even sent two guards outside. He could be the nicest guy in the world, and all three of us know that he’s nice, but she wants him locked out or locked up.”
“That’s enough!” Although not one to lose her temper often, that apparently set Wendy off. She slammed her hands on the table, nearly jarring food off everyone’s plates, and stood up, fixing a death glare on the aggrieved switch. “Dawn! This is my home, and I am in charge here. If I say something, it gets done. Now either sit quietly and eat, or I’ll make sure there’s a flosser on your outie until the time you’d normally leave. And I will find a way to make the tickle torture worse for Connor, and he’ll know that it’s your fault.”
Dawn grabbed her spoon and resumed eating, but Jen gasped in disbelief, “You are tickle torturing him.”
“I can get Q-tips out for you if you keep talking.”
Jen went back to eating.
Maddie appeared to consider saying something, too, but she ate instead. A few minutes later, with the tension dissipating, she changed her mind, “Connor was a great guest at our home, Tickle Mistress. I really think you’d like him if you met him.”
“She has,” Dawn muttered.
“What, Dawn?” Wendy glared. “Did I hear a flosser turn on?”
“You’ve met Connor before,” the switch winced, hoping the statement would save her.
“Yeah, right,” she rolled her eyes.
“In the Training Academy?” Maddie hopefully questioned.
“I have plenty of paintbrushes around here,” Wendy warned.
“Yes.” Dawn dared to answer.
At that, the Tickle Mistress’ lips quivered. “Dawn, he’s a tickle slave?”
The switch sucked in her stomach. “Can I answer without… you know?”
“I asked you.”
“He was a tickle slave. I freed him.”
Wendy backed up in her chair and her eyes widened. “You freed him?”
“Yes, on Wednesday. He’s the reason I missed last Saturday. I saw him for the first time in nine years that day.”
“You knew him before you were a tickle slave?”
“We grew up together.”
“Sure, sure.”
“No, it’s true; she told us about him,” Jen jumped back in.
“Sasha, take Jen to the dungeon. She needs some Q-tip time.”
“Wait! I told both her and Maddie, and you know it, too!” Dawn intervened.
“I do not!” But when Sasha got up, Wendy wrapped an arm around her waist and sat her back down. “Wait.”
“He can prove that you’ve met,” Dawn claimed, hoping that seeing Connor and her together would jog Wendy’s memory of the picture she had supposedly seen several times.
“Oh? How so?”
“Let him come down, and he’ll prove it.”
“I want to know how.”
“And I wanted to know what you were having Layla and the others do to him.”
“I could just take you up there and put flossers on your bellybutton.”
“You wouldn’t do that. You’re too scared of Con. You’d have Sasha or Brandy do it.”
“You know what I meant.”
“And you’re getting curious about if you have met Con, aren’t you?”
Wendy huffed, then turned away from Dawn. “Jen, Maddie, you said that Connor came to your apartment?”
“Yes, Thursday night,” Maddie confirmed.
“And he was a model guest?”
“Well, he did tickle me, but that was really Jen and Dawn’s doing, and he made up for it,” Maddie pointed out the one thing Connor did that his host disliked on Thursday night.
“Yeah, other than that, both of us loved everything about his visit,” Jen added. “Maddie didn’t like when he tickled her, but I basically made him do it. I tickle tortured him right before that and made him agree to tickle her to avoid more tickling.”
“Fine. Maddie, he’s sitting next to you. Brandy, go have Layla and the others release Connor and bring him down. All six of them are joining us at the table. We’ll see if I actually have met him before. If not, or if I decide he’s not safe, he and Dawn are going back up there. Jen, Maddie, if I hear a complaint out of either of you, you’ll both join them.”
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