Tickle Abuse
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After my parent's divorced, my mother moved back into my grandmother's house. It was literally a short bike ride to my dad's house, so it wasn't so terrible to me, except for the fact that a real life monster lived their, my Aunt Liz.
I was only 5 years old, my Aunt looked like a three headed monster to me back then since her jugs were so big, as big as her head. I remember never wanting to give her a hug to avoid being suffocated by her boobs, which she intentionally tried to do on several occasions, she loved to torture me. I never really knew why she liked to mess with me so much, but later in life I learned that my mother used to torture her, and I was easy prey for revenge!
My Aunt Liz was a popular girl, partly because by junior high her boobs were bigger than any three girls combined, but also because she was best friends with this girl named Shelly who lived down the block from my grandmother's house. Shelly was the most popular girl in high school. She was so beautiful, long dark hair, blue eyes, pale white skin, and legs for days.
Now my Aunt wasn't all bad. She was 15 when we moved back in, and my mother went back to work full time and mostly at night so I didn't see her that much during the week. For two years Liz would always meet me at the bus stop after school, help me with my homework, and for the most part was very interested in what was going on in my life and very protective. Protective since she was the only one allowed to torment me. She always found new ways to torture me, pinching, embarrassing me, or burying my head between her boobs. Liz's favorite way to get me was tickling, she knew how afraid I was of being tickled since I was so horribly ticklish and how embarrassed I was about being tickled. Liz saved tickling for special occassions, she was very good at a setting up the most humiliating time to get me. No witnesses, nobody around to save me, except for Shelly. Now back to Shelly...
Shelly was my first crush and I thought nobody would ever find out. Though I was only in second grade at the time, I was sure we were going to be married someday. Shelly was at the house almost every day, coming home with Liz after school, and a parade of boys would come calling for them both. Sometimes Shelly would ask me to go to the door if she didn't want to talk to one of the guys. She used to say, "if you love me you'll tell him we aren't here." Then she would give me a kiss on the forehead. My heart would melt, and Liz would scheme, nothing ever got past Liz. I used to try to get out of doing anything Liz asked me to, and it thoroughly annoyed her that Shelly could get me to do anything. Liz had a plan.
Shelly was over one night like usual, grandma was in bed, her bedroom was far enough away from the living room that she never heard anything that was going on and its not like she ever wanted to know what the hell Liz was up to. My mother still at work, Liz was in charge and told me it was bath time. I always hated taking baths, I would go into the bathroom, was my face, wet my hair a little, and tell Liz I had bathed. There was no lock on the bathroom door, I was terrified that someone would see me naked. Liz wasn't being fooled this time. She sent me to the bathroom, told me to hand my clothes out the door and said she would not give my pajamas to me until she was sure I took a bath. Reluctantly I did as she said and took a bath.
Liz's plan falls into place...
I jumped out of the tub, grabbed a towel quickly to cover myself and called to Liz to bring my clothes. She wouldn't answer. I kept calling, no answer. I couldn't hear anything, no Shelly and Liz chatting, no TV, nothing. Thinking that Liz had fallen asleep, I carefully snuck down the hallway towards the stairs. Then the horror began. Liz's friend was stationed at the bottom of the stairs, I was horrified, I was only wearing a towel! I turn around to head back down the hallway and there is Liz. My only retreat was into the living room and there was Shelly. I was so embarrassed. But it isn't over. I jump on the sofa and try to protect myself with pillows, I know what's coming. Liz attacks and tickles my feet. I am defenseless, I am clinging on to my towel for dear life, no way can Shelly or anyone else see me naked! To my horror Shellly jumps in, tickling my body. Somehow I managed to keep the towel on, and thankfully the torture didn't last that long. Liz tells me that I better do what she says like I do for Shelly or the tickling will be a daily ritual. I ran up to my room, I was so damn angry at Liz, but not at Shelly at all, she had her hands all over me!
So that was my first tickling experience that got me thinking. With my Aunt it was never fun, but Shelly changed my perspective a bit!
I was only 5 years old, my Aunt looked like a three headed monster to me back then since her jugs were so big, as big as her head. I remember never wanting to give her a hug to avoid being suffocated by her boobs, which she intentionally tried to do on several occasions, she loved to torture me. I never really knew why she liked to mess with me so much, but later in life I learned that my mother used to torture her, and I was easy prey for revenge!
My Aunt Liz was a popular girl, partly because by junior high her boobs were bigger than any three girls combined, but also because she was best friends with this girl named Shelly who lived down the block from my grandmother's house. Shelly was the most popular girl in high school. She was so beautiful, long dark hair, blue eyes, pale white skin, and legs for days.
Now my Aunt wasn't all bad. She was 15 when we moved back in, and my mother went back to work full time and mostly at night so I didn't see her that much during the week. For two years Liz would always meet me at the bus stop after school, help me with my homework, and for the most part was very interested in what was going on in my life and very protective. Protective since she was the only one allowed to torment me. She always found new ways to torture me, pinching, embarrassing me, or burying my head between her boobs. Liz's favorite way to get me was tickling, she knew how afraid I was of being tickled since I was so horribly ticklish and how embarrassed I was about being tickled. Liz saved tickling for special occassions, she was very good at a setting up the most humiliating time to get me. No witnesses, nobody around to save me, except for Shelly. Now back to Shelly...
Shelly was my first crush and I thought nobody would ever find out. Though I was only in second grade at the time, I was sure we were going to be married someday. Shelly was at the house almost every day, coming home with Liz after school, and a parade of boys would come calling for them both. Sometimes Shelly would ask me to go to the door if she didn't want to talk to one of the guys. She used to say, "if you love me you'll tell him we aren't here." Then she would give me a kiss on the forehead. My heart would melt, and Liz would scheme, nothing ever got past Liz. I used to try to get out of doing anything Liz asked me to, and it thoroughly annoyed her that Shelly could get me to do anything. Liz had a plan.
Shelly was over one night like usual, grandma was in bed, her bedroom was far enough away from the living room that she never heard anything that was going on and its not like she ever wanted to know what the hell Liz was up to. My mother still at work, Liz was in charge and told me it was bath time. I always hated taking baths, I would go into the bathroom, was my face, wet my hair a little, and tell Liz I had bathed. There was no lock on the bathroom door, I was terrified that someone would see me naked. Liz wasn't being fooled this time. She sent me to the bathroom, told me to hand my clothes out the door and said she would not give my pajamas to me until she was sure I took a bath. Reluctantly I did as she said and took a bath.
Liz's plan falls into place...
I jumped out of the tub, grabbed a towel quickly to cover myself and called to Liz to bring my clothes. She wouldn't answer. I kept calling, no answer. I couldn't hear anything, no Shelly and Liz chatting, no TV, nothing. Thinking that Liz had fallen asleep, I carefully snuck down the hallway towards the stairs. Then the horror began. Liz's friend was stationed at the bottom of the stairs, I was horrified, I was only wearing a towel! I turn around to head back down the hallway and there is Liz. My only retreat was into the living room and there was Shelly. I was so embarrassed. But it isn't over. I jump on the sofa and try to protect myself with pillows, I know what's coming. Liz attacks and tickles my feet. I am defenseless, I am clinging on to my towel for dear life, no way can Shelly or anyone else see me naked! To my horror Shellly jumps in, tickling my body. Somehow I managed to keep the towel on, and thankfully the torture didn't last that long. Liz tells me that I better do what she says like I do for Shelly or the tickling will be a daily ritual. I ran up to my room, I was so damn angry at Liz, but not at Shelly at all, she had her hands all over me!
So that was my first tickling experience that got me thinking. With my Aunt it was never fun, but Shelly changed my perspective a bit!
