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Here is part 5 of Chapter 19 of Dawn's Story. Also, from now on, I will be uploading once a week instead of once every two weeks.
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“Brandy, go have Layla and the others release Connor and bring him down,” Wendy finally gave the order that would let her see her missing guest. “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.”
“Maddie, can I switch spots with you?” Dawn requested as Brandy hurried away to retrieve Connor and the quintet of tickle slaves. “I’d like to sit next to Con.”
“Go ahead,” Wendy allowed when Maddie looked to her for guidance, and the two swapped spots. A few minutes later, Layla led the seven-person group into the dining room, causing Jen and Maddie to exchange confused glances when they saw Tia and Heshima. At the Tickle Mistress’ gesture, the group spread out to reveal Connor, whom Wendy focused on. Surprisingly, his shirt was on, although his face was red, Dawn guessed from lots of laughter. “You must be Connor.” There was still venom in her voice.
“Yes, ma’am,” he deferentially confirmed, and Wendy had to swallow to keep from reacting to the respectful address.
Despite being temporarily taken aback, she managed to inject hostility into her next question, “Do you have a last name, Connor?”
“Kester.”
“Connor Kester. I don’t recognize the name.” She shot a glance at Dawn, then returned to Connor. “Dawn claims that you and I have met and that you can prove it.”
He looked confusedly at Dawn, but then shrugged. “Sure. But the proof is in my pocket, and you’ve been suspicious of me, or so I’ve been told. May I reach in and get it out?”
Wendy motioned to Tia, who stepped in between Connor and her. “Of course.”
Dawn could not see what Connor was reaching for, but she began to stand up, still thinking that seeing her and him was a better way to ignite the Tickle Mistress’ memory. Layla shut her effort down, firmly placing a hand on her shoulder and pushing her back into her seat. “Here’s the proof,” he handed something to Tia.
“Hmm,” the guard spoke for the first time since appearing at the front door. “Layla?”
“Yes?” the tickle slave accepted the small rectangular paper. “Oh!” Her eyes widened in surprise, and then she began glancing between the paper and Connor. “Mistress, you’ll want to see this. Tia, move out of the way.”
With a sigh, Wendy waved Layla over, then accepted the paper. She looked at it, then Connor, then Dawn, then back at the paper. Finally, she sighed and set the paper on the table. The slightest glance at it confirmed that it was a copy of the picture Connor had used to find Dawn. “Sit down, Connor Kester. I do remember this.”
“What is it?” Maddie, not having Dawn’s knowledge of the picture, could not see the picture’s content good enough at the current angle.
“A picture of a young Dawn and Connor,” Jen stated as she cautiously took it from in front of Wendy. “Connor, can I pass it to her?” Eyes still fixed on Wendy, the seated man nodded, and Jen passed it over.
“You two look so young!” Maddie exclaimed joyfully. “You were cute together.” That got a blush out of Dawn, and she whipped around to face Maddie so Connor would not be able to see her. “When did you take this picture?”
“Right after high school, if I’m remembering our conversation correctly,” Wendy answered, staring at Connor.
“Yes, ma’am.”
“On that note, I want to apologize for not finding Dawn. I really thought I was doing everything I needed to, but apparently, I shouldn’t have delegated it to subordinates. If I’d been more thorough, we could have found her and reunited you two before now.”
“Thank you, ma’am.”
“That said, Dawn was right that I’ve met you, and you were rather polite, even more than most tickle slaves, back then. I suppose that since Jen and Maddie vouched for your acceptable behavior at their apartment, you can stay and eat with us. I still have rules for you, and if you break one, I’ll send you back to the dungeon.” He nodded gravely. “First rule: no speaking to me unless I ask you a question or directly address you. You may talk to Jen, Maddie, Dawn, or any of the tickle slaves on your side of the table, but not to me.”
He nodded when she looked expectantly.
“Second: no touching anyone but Dawn, Jen, or Maddie unless I give you permission, and no touching any of those three unless they give you permission. I’ll allow an exception for tapping Ava’s shoulder if you need food or water and she can’t hear you, but that’s it.”
He nodded along.
“Lastly, you are to continue to obey the commands of myself and my tickle slaves for the remainder of the night. Are all those rules understood, Connor?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Good. Ava, Izzy, Layla, please get food for everyone who doesn’t have it already.” The tickle slaves left to fill out the table, and dinner continued with double the occupants. Unlike other meals at the Tickle Mistress’ home, the tension from Wendy’s hostile attitude towards Connor dampened any chance at conversation. Usually, the table was lively, but this time, no one seemed to want to talk. Dawn was afraid that starting to talk to Connor would ignite Wendy’s wrath when he responded, even if he only spoke to the trio of younger women. Meanwhile, the Tickle Mistress seemed on edge, constantly fidgeting and glancing over to make sure that Connor was still sitting in his place. Jen and Maddie kept their eyes on their plates and simply ate, not wanting to break the silence again after Wendy’s earlier threats.
The Tickle Mistress was the first to finish her food. Perhaps due to her irritation with having to host Connor, she abandoned her normal patience and addressed the professional switch just a few seconds after putting her silverware down, “Dawn, I’d like to speak with you.”
“Okay, what is it?” Dawn warily wondered in between bites.
“Come with me,” Wendy instructed, standing up.
“No.”
“No?” the Tickle Mistress reprimanded.
“Not unless Con comes with me. You can bring Tia and Heshima and whoever else to make yourself comfortable.”
“Not an option. I’d like to speak with you in private.”
“Then I’m not coming.”
“You’re worried about what I did to Connor earlier?” Wendy challenged. “Fine. Layla, please go get the chains you put Connor in earlier.”
“Fine, fine, I’ll come.” Unsure of who Wendy planned to lock in those chains and for how long, Dawn gave in. She set her silverware down and stood up, then headed towards the hallway her host indicated. Before she actually stepped outside the dining room, ten fingers attacked her sides. “HEHEHEHEY STAHAHAHAP!”
“Move.” The command was accompanied by all ten fingers pressing in, and Dawn obeyed.
“QUIHIHIHIT! LEHEHEHET MEHEHEHE WAHAHAHALK!” the switch begged as she ticklishly skipped, hopped, and walked into the desired hallway. Wendy refused, instead targeting the ticklee’s back and sides to make her move. Finally, she did cease, grabbing Dawn’s sides in a very ticklish squeeze and turning her around. “What was that all about?” Dawn demanded after recovering from residual giggles.
“I’ve been rather insensitive with regards to Connor, and I wanted to give you something good to counter it. I know how much you love being tickled on your belly, so…”
“Did you remember that I slapped Jen and Maddie when they tickled me earlier?”
Wendy brought a finger up near her face and wagged it. “Don’t you dare do that to me, young lady. I can and will lock you and Connor up for the whole night if you hit me.”
“I didn’t say that I was going to, but…” Dawn was angry enough that she implied her desires.
“Just remember that there will be consequences if you actually do it.”
“Listen, I’m not going to actually hit you. Happy?”
“I guess.”
“Great,” Dawn sarcastically stated. “What do you want to talk to me about, anyways?”
“Connor.”
“I’m getting him and leaving.” With all the disrespect he had already endured, Dawn did not want to hear another word from Wendy about her former neighbor. She started to walk around the host, only to have the Tickle Mistress step in front of her. “Wendy, get out of the way. I’m tired of this.”
“I want to talk about you freeing him.”
“I bought him, and I freed him. Once I bought him, that was my choice as his mistress.”
“I’m not disputing that, and I’m not saying he shouldn’t be free.”
“Fine,” Dawn’s shoulders dropped in defeat. “What, then?”
“How much did it cost to free him? I know that it always costs more to free men than women, simply due to rarity.”
“Why should I tell you?”
“Because I can find out anyways. I run the Training Academy, remember? I supervise all aspects of tickle slavery.”
Dawn sighed. “Four thousand dollars.”
“Four thousand?” Wendy asked in disbelief. “Dawn, you spent that much to free him?”
“That’s what it took,” Dawn pointed out.
“Yes, and it’s what I was afraid of. I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised, given how he talked about you when he showed me that picture. Come with me.”
“Why?”
“I need to get something, nothing bad for you or Connor.” Despite her better judgment, Dawn cautiously trailed the Tickle Mistress until they reached the bedrooms. Having her guest wait outside, the host entered her own bedroom and emerged a minute later with a check. “Take this. Don’t worry about paying me back soon.”
“Twenty-five thousand dollars?!” Dawn stepped back after seeing the amount on the check. “What in the world is that for?”
“I may not like Connor, but you clearly do. The amount of money you spent on him isn’t insignificant.”
“But twenty-five thousand?” Dawn interrupted. “What, do you want me to buy him a house?”
“No, I just don’t want you to bankrupt yourself while he’s getting on his feet,” Wendy announced. “I know I rounded up.”
“Twenty-five thousand is rounding up from four thousand? How rich are you?”
The Tickle Mistress stepped back and gave Dawn a confused look. “I’m not rounding up from four thousand; I’m rounding up from twenty-four thousand.”
“Twenty-four thousand?! Where’s the extra twenty thousand coming from?”
“Buying him,” Wendy said matter-of-factly. “You did buy him before you freed him, right?”
“Yes, but not for that much!”
“Dawn, the Tickle Cartel has a standardized process for evaluating tickle slaves. Did the four-thousand-dollar freedom price come from Tickle Slave Operations?”
“Yes, I knew what it was going to cost to free him when I bought him.”
“So you paid twenty thousand dollars to buy him and twenty percent of that to free him.”
“He was supposed to cost twenty thousand dollars?” Dawn stepped back in disbelief.
“How much did you pay to buy him?” Wendy finally came around.
“A thousand.”
“What did the Tickle Slave Operations paperwork say about his value?”
“Just the four thousand to free him.”
“Just that? It didn’t mention that he was valued at twenty thousand dollars anywhere? Are you sure?”
“I’m sure. I looked over it a few times to make sure I was doing everything right. Plus, his old mistress, Felicity, confirmed that price amount. She told me he was going to cost a thousand to buy and four to free. Did I do something wrong?”
Wendy took a deep breath and frowned, “Not necessarily. Mistresses can sell tickle slaves at any price, but it’s rare to see one sold that low.”
“I mean, she knew that Con and I grew up together, but…”
“Still…”
“Do you really think she knew that he was worth that much?”
“She had to have, to get that paperwork,” Wendy confirmed. “The only way she could get ahold of that is if she took him to Tickle Slave Operations for an evaluation. I guess she was just really generous because you and Connor grew up together. So that means that you only paid five thousand dollars total, for both buying and freeing him?”
“Yes. Wow.”
“And you still have plenty of savings, right?”
“Yes, I do.”
“Do you want a five-thousand-dollar loan to help cover expenses until Connor gets on his feet?”
“No, thanks.” Dawn was still in awe of how much of a discount she got on Connor. “He’s starting a job on Monday. Felicity helped him find work similar to what he did for her.”
“Is he living with you?”
“Yes, my house has three bedrooms.”
“So, Sasha and Brandy helped him move there?”
“Yes. The ‘close to me’ was a few rooms away.”
“Well, at least you won’t have to worry about where he lives. Sorry for pulling you away from dinner and shocking you. I just wanted to make sure you weren’t going to go bankrupt or risk your financial stability after this. I may not love that you bought and freed Connor, but I understand why you did it, and I can support you if the need arises.”
“That’s okay, thanks.” Relieved that this was not another excuse for the host to attack Connor, Dawn dismissed the confusion. “Can we go back now?”
“Yes.” Wendy slipped back into her room to drop off the check, and then she and Dawn returned to the dinner table.
“Hi again,” Maddie warily greeted the pair as they entered. “Everything okay?”
“Yes,” the Tickle Mistress answered. Dawn simply nodded and took her seat, still in shock at the price revelation. She went back to eating, now the only one with food still on her plate. The room remained silent as she finished her dinner.
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“Brandy, go have Layla and the others release Connor and bring him down,” Wendy finally gave the order that would let her see her missing guest. “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.”
“Maddie, can I switch spots with you?” Dawn requested as Brandy hurried away to retrieve Connor and the quintet of tickle slaves. “I’d like to sit next to Con.”
“Go ahead,” Wendy allowed when Maddie looked to her for guidance, and the two swapped spots. A few minutes later, Layla led the seven-person group into the dining room, causing Jen and Maddie to exchange confused glances when they saw Tia and Heshima. At the Tickle Mistress’ gesture, the group spread out to reveal Connor, whom Wendy focused on. Surprisingly, his shirt was on, although his face was red, Dawn guessed from lots of laughter. “You must be Connor.” There was still venom in her voice.
“Yes, ma’am,” he deferentially confirmed, and Wendy had to swallow to keep from reacting to the respectful address.
Despite being temporarily taken aback, she managed to inject hostility into her next question, “Do you have a last name, Connor?”
“Kester.”
“Connor Kester. I don’t recognize the name.” She shot a glance at Dawn, then returned to Connor. “Dawn claims that you and I have met and that you can prove it.”
He looked confusedly at Dawn, but then shrugged. “Sure. But the proof is in my pocket, and you’ve been suspicious of me, or so I’ve been told. May I reach in and get it out?”
Wendy motioned to Tia, who stepped in between Connor and her. “Of course.”
Dawn could not see what Connor was reaching for, but she began to stand up, still thinking that seeing her and him was a better way to ignite the Tickle Mistress’ memory. Layla shut her effort down, firmly placing a hand on her shoulder and pushing her back into her seat. “Here’s the proof,” he handed something to Tia.
“Hmm,” the guard spoke for the first time since appearing at the front door. “Layla?”
“Yes?” the tickle slave accepted the small rectangular paper. “Oh!” Her eyes widened in surprise, and then she began glancing between the paper and Connor. “Mistress, you’ll want to see this. Tia, move out of the way.”
With a sigh, Wendy waved Layla over, then accepted the paper. She looked at it, then Connor, then Dawn, then back at the paper. Finally, she sighed and set the paper on the table. The slightest glance at it confirmed that it was a copy of the picture Connor had used to find Dawn. “Sit down, Connor Kester. I do remember this.”
“What is it?” Maddie, not having Dawn’s knowledge of the picture, could not see the picture’s content good enough at the current angle.
“A picture of a young Dawn and Connor,” Jen stated as she cautiously took it from in front of Wendy. “Connor, can I pass it to her?” Eyes still fixed on Wendy, the seated man nodded, and Jen passed it over.
“You two look so young!” Maddie exclaimed joyfully. “You were cute together.” That got a blush out of Dawn, and she whipped around to face Maddie so Connor would not be able to see her. “When did you take this picture?”
“Right after high school, if I’m remembering our conversation correctly,” Wendy answered, staring at Connor.
“Yes, ma’am.”
“On that note, I want to apologize for not finding Dawn. I really thought I was doing everything I needed to, but apparently, I shouldn’t have delegated it to subordinates. If I’d been more thorough, we could have found her and reunited you two before now.”
“Thank you, ma’am.”
“That said, Dawn was right that I’ve met you, and you were rather polite, even more than most tickle slaves, back then. I suppose that since Jen and Maddie vouched for your acceptable behavior at their apartment, you can stay and eat with us. I still have rules for you, and if you break one, I’ll send you back to the dungeon.” He nodded gravely. “First rule: no speaking to me unless I ask you a question or directly address you. You may talk to Jen, Maddie, Dawn, or any of the tickle slaves on your side of the table, but not to me.”
He nodded when she looked expectantly.
“Second: no touching anyone but Dawn, Jen, or Maddie unless I give you permission, and no touching any of those three unless they give you permission. I’ll allow an exception for tapping Ava’s shoulder if you need food or water and she can’t hear you, but that’s it.”
He nodded along.
“Lastly, you are to continue to obey the commands of myself and my tickle slaves for the remainder of the night. Are all those rules understood, Connor?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Good. Ava, Izzy, Layla, please get food for everyone who doesn’t have it already.” The tickle slaves left to fill out the table, and dinner continued with double the occupants. Unlike other meals at the Tickle Mistress’ home, the tension from Wendy’s hostile attitude towards Connor dampened any chance at conversation. Usually, the table was lively, but this time, no one seemed to want to talk. Dawn was afraid that starting to talk to Connor would ignite Wendy’s wrath when he responded, even if he only spoke to the trio of younger women. Meanwhile, the Tickle Mistress seemed on edge, constantly fidgeting and glancing over to make sure that Connor was still sitting in his place. Jen and Maddie kept their eyes on their plates and simply ate, not wanting to break the silence again after Wendy’s earlier threats.
The Tickle Mistress was the first to finish her food. Perhaps due to her irritation with having to host Connor, she abandoned her normal patience and addressed the professional switch just a few seconds after putting her silverware down, “Dawn, I’d like to speak with you.”
“Okay, what is it?” Dawn warily wondered in between bites.
“Come with me,” Wendy instructed, standing up.
“No.”
“No?” the Tickle Mistress reprimanded.
“Not unless Con comes with me. You can bring Tia and Heshima and whoever else to make yourself comfortable.”
“Not an option. I’d like to speak with you in private.”
“Then I’m not coming.”
“You’re worried about what I did to Connor earlier?” Wendy challenged. “Fine. Layla, please go get the chains you put Connor in earlier.”
“Fine, fine, I’ll come.” Unsure of who Wendy planned to lock in those chains and for how long, Dawn gave in. She set her silverware down and stood up, then headed towards the hallway her host indicated. Before she actually stepped outside the dining room, ten fingers attacked her sides. “HEHEHEHEY STAHAHAHAP!”
“Move.” The command was accompanied by all ten fingers pressing in, and Dawn obeyed.
“QUIHIHIHIT! LEHEHEHET MEHEHEHE WAHAHAHALK!” the switch begged as she ticklishly skipped, hopped, and walked into the desired hallway. Wendy refused, instead targeting the ticklee’s back and sides to make her move. Finally, she did cease, grabbing Dawn’s sides in a very ticklish squeeze and turning her around. “What was that all about?” Dawn demanded after recovering from residual giggles.
“I’ve been rather insensitive with regards to Connor, and I wanted to give you something good to counter it. I know how much you love being tickled on your belly, so…”
“Did you remember that I slapped Jen and Maddie when they tickled me earlier?”
Wendy brought a finger up near her face and wagged it. “Don’t you dare do that to me, young lady. I can and will lock you and Connor up for the whole night if you hit me.”
“I didn’t say that I was going to, but…” Dawn was angry enough that she implied her desires.
“Just remember that there will be consequences if you actually do it.”
“Listen, I’m not going to actually hit you. Happy?”
“I guess.”
“Great,” Dawn sarcastically stated. “What do you want to talk to me about, anyways?”
“Connor.”
“I’m getting him and leaving.” With all the disrespect he had already endured, Dawn did not want to hear another word from Wendy about her former neighbor. She started to walk around the host, only to have the Tickle Mistress step in front of her. “Wendy, get out of the way. I’m tired of this.”
“I want to talk about you freeing him.”
“I bought him, and I freed him. Once I bought him, that was my choice as his mistress.”
“I’m not disputing that, and I’m not saying he shouldn’t be free.”
“Fine,” Dawn’s shoulders dropped in defeat. “What, then?”
“How much did it cost to free him? I know that it always costs more to free men than women, simply due to rarity.”
“Why should I tell you?”
“Because I can find out anyways. I run the Training Academy, remember? I supervise all aspects of tickle slavery.”
Dawn sighed. “Four thousand dollars.”
“Four thousand?” Wendy asked in disbelief. “Dawn, you spent that much to free him?”
“That’s what it took,” Dawn pointed out.
“Yes, and it’s what I was afraid of. I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised, given how he talked about you when he showed me that picture. Come with me.”
“Why?”
“I need to get something, nothing bad for you or Connor.” Despite her better judgment, Dawn cautiously trailed the Tickle Mistress until they reached the bedrooms. Having her guest wait outside, the host entered her own bedroom and emerged a minute later with a check. “Take this. Don’t worry about paying me back soon.”
“Twenty-five thousand dollars?!” Dawn stepped back after seeing the amount on the check. “What in the world is that for?”
“I may not like Connor, but you clearly do. The amount of money you spent on him isn’t insignificant.”
“But twenty-five thousand?” Dawn interrupted. “What, do you want me to buy him a house?”
“No, I just don’t want you to bankrupt yourself while he’s getting on his feet,” Wendy announced. “I know I rounded up.”
“Twenty-five thousand is rounding up from four thousand? How rich are you?”
The Tickle Mistress stepped back and gave Dawn a confused look. “I’m not rounding up from four thousand; I’m rounding up from twenty-four thousand.”
“Twenty-four thousand?! Where’s the extra twenty thousand coming from?”
“Buying him,” Wendy said matter-of-factly. “You did buy him before you freed him, right?”
“Yes, but not for that much!”
“Dawn, the Tickle Cartel has a standardized process for evaluating tickle slaves. Did the four-thousand-dollar freedom price come from Tickle Slave Operations?”
“Yes, I knew what it was going to cost to free him when I bought him.”
“So you paid twenty thousand dollars to buy him and twenty percent of that to free him.”
“He was supposed to cost twenty thousand dollars?” Dawn stepped back in disbelief.
“How much did you pay to buy him?” Wendy finally came around.
“A thousand.”
“What did the Tickle Slave Operations paperwork say about his value?”
“Just the four thousand to free him.”
“Just that? It didn’t mention that he was valued at twenty thousand dollars anywhere? Are you sure?”
“I’m sure. I looked over it a few times to make sure I was doing everything right. Plus, his old mistress, Felicity, confirmed that price amount. She told me he was going to cost a thousand to buy and four to free. Did I do something wrong?”
Wendy took a deep breath and frowned, “Not necessarily. Mistresses can sell tickle slaves at any price, but it’s rare to see one sold that low.”
“I mean, she knew that Con and I grew up together, but…”
“Still…”
“Do you really think she knew that he was worth that much?”
“She had to have, to get that paperwork,” Wendy confirmed. “The only way she could get ahold of that is if she took him to Tickle Slave Operations for an evaluation. I guess she was just really generous because you and Connor grew up together. So that means that you only paid five thousand dollars total, for both buying and freeing him?”
“Yes. Wow.”
“And you still have plenty of savings, right?”
“Yes, I do.”
“Do you want a five-thousand-dollar loan to help cover expenses until Connor gets on his feet?”
“No, thanks.” Dawn was still in awe of how much of a discount she got on Connor. “He’s starting a job on Monday. Felicity helped him find work similar to what he did for her.”
“Is he living with you?”
“Yes, my house has three bedrooms.”
“So, Sasha and Brandy helped him move there?”
“Yes. The ‘close to me’ was a few rooms away.”
“Well, at least you won’t have to worry about where he lives. Sorry for pulling you away from dinner and shocking you. I just wanted to make sure you weren’t going to go bankrupt or risk your financial stability after this. I may not love that you bought and freed Connor, but I understand why you did it, and I can support you if the need arises.”
“That’s okay, thanks.” Relieved that this was not another excuse for the host to attack Connor, Dawn dismissed the confusion. “Can we go back now?”
“Yes.” Wendy slipped back into her room to drop off the check, and then she and Dawn returned to the dinner table.
“Hi again,” Maddie warily greeted the pair as they entered. “Everything okay?”
“Yes,” the Tickle Mistress answered. Dawn simply nodded and took her seat, still in shock at the price revelation. She went back to eating, now the only one with food still on her plate. The room remained silent as she finished her dinner.
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