Hello everyone. This tales tickler has no name. But he does tickle the hell out of his roomate Zuri. Men feel free to be that tickler if it suits you. Enjoy!! 🙂
Miss Zuri Learns a Lesson
Imagine if you will… (your name here _____________________)
It’s getting into the late afternoon. I’ve just slipped into a lime green muscle shirt that wraps comfortably around my curves, and a pair of pink satin short shorts. The light of the lamp shinning off them. My feet are covered in pink socks that stretch up right below my knees. The soles of my socks darkened from bumming around in them all day accomplishing nothing accept for keeping the couch warm. Following the consumption of a heaping scoop of strawberry ice cream, I resume my position on the couch, lying tummy down, feet crossed in the air reading a cosmopolitan magazine. You walk in from work moments later to find me practically the way you left me. There is a distressed look on your face yet you manage to give a smile when we lock eyes.
“Hi! Welcome back!!” I say.
“I’ll be with you in a minute, allow me to get comfortable.” You say.
I continue my read (really just glancing at pictures of celebrities and wishing I was in their physical condition) until you walk over and plop yourself at my feet. Tauntingly I wiggle my toes through my socks, then looking back, I press them into your face. I giggle as you clamp my ankles and hold down my legs at your lap.
“Hey! Let go of me!!” I try to flutter my legs free, but your grasp is tight. As I glance back I begin playfully slapping the magazine on your arm wanting release.
Quickly you yank the magazine from my hand and throw it across the room.
“Oh, no, you did not just do that!!” I try and act tough but I know what’s coming and I bite down on my lip in anticipation.
“I’m stressed! Work is murder! It’s not fair you get to sleep in and do as you please!” You’re whining about your job as I continue to halfheartedly flutter my feet. “I have to answer to my executives! Who do you answer to?” You ask curiously.
Giggling I reply, “Nobody.” My heart beings to race faster as I feel your index finger slowly make contact with my left sole through my somewhat stinky sock.
“I know your ticklish Zuri! From this day forth, you will answer to your tickle executive… MEEE!!” Your finger immediately goes from caressing to digging making me jolt my butt up. “Hooo, hee hee hee!!!” My fist bang the couch in protest as you now implement all your fingers into your assult. “Ha ha, hoooo, noo, pl-eeeaseee!!”
In a sense of urgency I begin to wiggle more violently. Your hands are beginning to sweat under the pressure of keeping me locked in. Finally my left foot slips free. “YES!!” I exclaim as my leg flings around.
Quickly you react by straddling yourself up on my legs. Using your upper body you press my calves down rendering my legs immobile. My last resort is to pace my soles side to side as they dangle on the edge of the sofa. Your feet now lay at my armpits. Had it not been for my lack of flexibility I probably could have reached up and tickled back.
You waste no time in scratching my arches up and down, side to side and everywhere in between.
“Noooo!!! Ha ha ha!! No, ple-he-he ause!!” I bang my head into the sofa multiple times. It doesn’t hurt but, I was doing my best to get my mind off the sensations that were occurring down below. This of course was futile, “Heeeee!!! No, stop ha ha ha!!!” You just weren’t listening as now your fingers had made their way up to the balls of my feet.
My toes wiggled in excitement as your fingers ran across the tops of my feet. At the ball of my foot you induced a circular motion with your fingernails causing even greater hysteria to pour over me, “I’m Heee hooo ho too ticklish, ho, ha ha ha!! That tickles too much he he!!” My heart rate climbed. I squeezed my eyes shut which were on the verge of producing tears (of joy), while your fingers relentless explored every inch of my feet.
Now exhausted from the useless evasive twitching my feet were subdued and were now completely at the mercy of your hands.
I pleaded with you, “No more…”
You glanced back locking eyes with me. My innocent eyes were wide open dreading another attack. You smiled and slowly eased up off my legs.
Breathing a sigh of relief I rolled off the couch and lay motionless on my back arms raised above my head. Smiling down at me you chuckle, “So… can I expect a little more out of my roommate now?”
Barely able to utter a word I simply replied with a reassuring nod. You crouch down and slowly straddle my hips. Using your hand you carefully rake through my hair combing it away from my face. There is a sense of compassion in your eyes and comfort starts to settle in. Trustingly I lay under you (stupid mistake).
“You know Zuri… I’m not thoroughly convinced by you.” Worry overcomes my face as you quickly apply pressure in your crouch pressing my torso down.
“No, honest, I’ll be better!!” My heart beings pumping a bit faster, now I feel stupid for not escaping when I had the chance.
I try my best to push up against you, but your strength is too much!! My legs begin to kick wildly, my feet slap the carpet. “Noo, please, you can’t!! I can’t!!” There’s a sense of urgency in my face as I fling my arms around hoping to wiggle free.
Alas, my arm speed is no match for that of yours and you quickly subdue my arms catching them and pinning them up over my head using only one hand, “Settle down Zuri, you could get hurt fooling around like that!!” You flash a wicked smile. Reaching into your pocket with your free hand you reveal a set of steel handcuffs.
“Boy, how long have you been planning this??” I ask. Slowly so as not to lose your grip on my wrist, you begin to fasten my hands. “Oh my God noo!! Where did you get those??? You’re not a cop!! It’s illegal to have those; I’m going to report you!!” I knew they weren’t illegal, but at this point I had about lost my mind.
“ha! What are you going to tell the authorities? That you were submit to tickling? They’ll laugh at you!” You were totally right. Something this childish, they’d probably fine me for wasting their time.
“Please, please, can’t we talk about this?? You know, I’m open to suggestion!!” I was searching desperately for a way to talk you out of it. “Please, I’ll be cleaner!! I won’t leave my clothes lying around!!”
My bargains fall on deaf ears as you move your hands in for the kill, “You think you’re going to get off that easy? I don’t think you fully understand your predicament miss Zuri. I’m not just going to tickle tease you… I’m going to torture you!”
Starting at the wrist your fingers lightly embrace my delicate skin causing me to twitch, “Oh my God, Oh my God!” My eyes widen as I look on helplessly as your fingers crawl down towards my armpits, “Stop, no, pleeeease, no further!!”
Leaning in with your ear you ask, “What was that miss Zuri? You want me to proceed?”
“Nooo, nooo!!” My lip trembles as you slowly inch closer to my soft hollows.
Using your index fingers you begin to scribble over my underarms, “oh, heee, heee, my God, my God, noo, no, get away from there!! ”
Then without warning your fingers plunge penetrating to the bone! “HAHAHAHAHA!!! OH GOD NOOOOHAHAHA!!!” Trying to be evasive I slap my arms together hoping to block your attacks. It doesn’t work as you continue to prod, “HEEEEHEEE HA HA!!”
Behind you my legs are flapping around with no sense of direction. I’m trying desperately to buck you off me, but your firm straddle is rendering my torso immobile. In my mind I’m starting to come to grips with the fact that I’m powerless under your strength.
Your fingers are circling deep within my armpits as my arms flap away, “HEEE HAHA, MERCY!! PLEASE!! Hahaha ahh heee, I haha hate you!!!”
As I continue to laugh my head off, I glance to your face looking for a hint of compassion. All I see is an evil grin. You begin to taunt, “Every day I come back exhausted, only to find you on the couch loafing!!”
“HAHAHAHA!! I’m hehehe, sooo, soooorrry!!” I pull at my restraints. I know it’s useless, but I pull anyway.
Your fingers now quickly pace up and down my arms sending off a tingling sensation, “You think you can just bum off of me??” You’re in a playful serious mode.
My head shakes from left to right, “Hahaha, NOO, I wont bum, heee haaa haha hooo!!! I wont, ple-he-he-ase!!”
I begin to cough, thus gaining a bit of leniency from you, you pull back allowing me to catch my breath, “Oh my Zuri, you’re a mess!!” Slowly you run your fingers through my whipped hair pulling it away from my submitted face. My mouth is wide open taking in gasps of air, my eyes are open wide and I’m totally shell-shocked.
You lean in pressing your ear towards my chest. The beat of my heart pounds like a drum to which you smile at.
Wriggling back you reposition yourself now straddled at my thighs. Tucking my chin in I look down in a somewhat fearful curiosity.
Slowly you begin to lift up my shirt exposing my plush tummy. You watch in wonder as my tummy expands and contracts with every deep breath I take. My bellybutton is a perfect circle, soft curves rest at my sides indented by my somewhat undersized waistband.
Dread resurfaces as I feel your palm gently press down on my tummy. I must dispute, “Oh, God no, please, haven’t you done enough?? Please, please I can’t take it. Please… I just can’t take it.” My humble submission shines through, but your mind is in ticklesville. Your about to have your way with my belly and there is absolutely nothing I can say or do to stop you. My wrists are bound, my arms are too weak to even attempt to lift the couch and get lose. My legs have now since fatigued and lie motionless behind you. My body is immobilized by the sheer weariness of the struggle.
Right now you are simply feeling out my midsection, caressing it, soothing it, comforting it. Even so I’m aware without a doubt, your merciless intentions. You’re merely building up suspense.
“Aww your belly is soooo cute!!” Gently you begin rhythmically patting it.
I’m terrified of you at this point, “Stop it! Stop this instant! I’m not kidding! You do this and… oh my God!!” I lash out foolishly.
You begin to poke around my navel area making my torso jive left and right, “Ooooohhh, nooo!! Haha, stop!! That’s he-heenough!!”
You taunt me continuously, “You’ll learn to respect your tickle master!!” With your index finger you begin to scrape circles in my belly-button producing giggles from me, “hmmm hee hee hee!!”
Your finger proceeds by digging deep into my navel jiggling my soft belly. The sensation arches my back very catlike. I tug on my restraints once more wishing to be free. Noticing my bodily response to your plunging finger you continue by scribbling rings inside my bellybutton. Feeling thoroughly excited you tease at me, “Aww there’s a good spot! Doesn’t that feel good?”
Totally overcome with giggles I’m incapable of responding.
I jerk my body up and down desiring some pity from you, “Nooo!! Nottthaa ha ha there!! Pleahehesee!!! Pretty pleaaassee HAHA!!! With a cherry ho ho haha top!!”
After about the 12th “Oh my God!” I think God heard me because by some miracle the house phone began to ring. Quickly you reach for it by the lamp stand.
“Hello?” I stare up to see a calm look come over your face. “No, um sorry mam, but she’s a bit tied up at the moment.” You chuckle.
I advantage this time to gather my bearings and grasp some oxygen.
“Oh, I’ll convey the message to her as soon as I can good-bye!” I was hoping your conversation would go a bit longer, but something was better than nothing.
You hang up and throw the phone onto the couch, “Oh boy did you get lucky miss Zuri. I was just getting into things! That phone call threw me off my game!! Now where was I??”
Your face lights up happily, “Oh yeah now I remember!” You re-embrace my soft tummy dancing your fingers lightly maneuvering down to my lower abdominals. Using your thumbs in a circular motion you press deeply into the sides of my belly.
My body reacts in a jolt forward while an involuntary grin creeps onto my face. I burst into uncontainable laughter, HA HA HA HA heeeyyy I hahaha hate you!!!” My body reflexes up and down as your thumbs wiggle into my belly.
“Oh you don’t mean that. I’m just playin around with ya!” Your fingers make their way to my hip bones.
“Haha… no, not the hips!! Please!! You win you win!!” I’m pleading, gasping for air. I stick out my tongue like a thirsty dog.
“Hmm… well…” you stop to think scratching your head.
“Please, please, please…” my heart is pacing. A bead of sweat rolls down my forehead.
Disregarding me completely you quickly begin to knuckle my hips! Digging deep you rub against my bones, “HAHAHAAHAAA!!!! ST-T-TAHAHAPPP!!!” My feet kick up again swinging left and right freely behind you. My face is strawberry red as I continue to laugh and plea, “No, hahaha, no mooooohohoho heee heee!”
You are relentless as your boney fingers shake up my belly like jello. You watch in amusement as my arms wail away yet unable to escape. You come to an abrupt stop. My stomach expanding and contracting with each deep breath I take. You reach over and lay your palm over my chest. My heart is practically beating out of it. With your other hand you freely run your fingers through my messed up hair which now has increments of sweat running through it. My lips are trembling; my eyes squinted closed just anticipating another attack. I cough.
I open my eyes reluctantly. Your face is gleaming down in satisfaction. Leaning in closer you ask, “So, miss Zuri, are you a changed girl?” You smile. I rapidly nod in agreement, “mmm hmmm.” I hum. I’m so exhausted I can’t even begin to compile a sentence.
Resting the side of your head on my tummy you follow up, “Are you going to pull your weight around here now?” You ask softly pinching at my sides. I jerk in the opposite direction but respond with, “mmm hmm… promise…” I whisper.
Almost unwillingly you unlatch my wrist. Exhausted from the physical torture my body lay motionless on the carpet. Aside from breathing I could barely ball a fist. Using your big strong arms you cradled me to my bedroom. I hadn’t been tucked into bed since I was a little girl, but then again that’s how you had me tonight, a helpless giggling little girl, submissive in your clutches. The minute my head hit the fluffy pillow it was lights out for me.
You stare down, admiring me from the top of my head, to the bottoms of my feet. A smile edges onto my face as I doze. Smoothly you drape my pink bed sheets over my body, turn off my night light and walk away.
Miss Zuri Learns a Lesson
Imagine if you will… (your name here _____________________)
It’s getting into the late afternoon. I’ve just slipped into a lime green muscle shirt that wraps comfortably around my curves, and a pair of pink satin short shorts. The light of the lamp shinning off them. My feet are covered in pink socks that stretch up right below my knees. The soles of my socks darkened from bumming around in them all day accomplishing nothing accept for keeping the couch warm. Following the consumption of a heaping scoop of strawberry ice cream, I resume my position on the couch, lying tummy down, feet crossed in the air reading a cosmopolitan magazine. You walk in from work moments later to find me practically the way you left me. There is a distressed look on your face yet you manage to give a smile when we lock eyes.
“Hi! Welcome back!!” I say.
“I’ll be with you in a minute, allow me to get comfortable.” You say.
I continue my read (really just glancing at pictures of celebrities and wishing I was in their physical condition) until you walk over and plop yourself at my feet. Tauntingly I wiggle my toes through my socks, then looking back, I press them into your face. I giggle as you clamp my ankles and hold down my legs at your lap.
“Hey! Let go of me!!” I try to flutter my legs free, but your grasp is tight. As I glance back I begin playfully slapping the magazine on your arm wanting release.
Quickly you yank the magazine from my hand and throw it across the room.
“Oh, no, you did not just do that!!” I try and act tough but I know what’s coming and I bite down on my lip in anticipation.
“I’m stressed! Work is murder! It’s not fair you get to sleep in and do as you please!” You’re whining about your job as I continue to halfheartedly flutter my feet. “I have to answer to my executives! Who do you answer to?” You ask curiously.
Giggling I reply, “Nobody.” My heart beings to race faster as I feel your index finger slowly make contact with my left sole through my somewhat stinky sock.
“I know your ticklish Zuri! From this day forth, you will answer to your tickle executive… MEEE!!” Your finger immediately goes from caressing to digging making me jolt my butt up. “Hooo, hee hee hee!!!” My fist bang the couch in protest as you now implement all your fingers into your assult. “Ha ha, hoooo, noo, pl-eeeaseee!!”
In a sense of urgency I begin to wiggle more violently. Your hands are beginning to sweat under the pressure of keeping me locked in. Finally my left foot slips free. “YES!!” I exclaim as my leg flings around.
Quickly you react by straddling yourself up on my legs. Using your upper body you press my calves down rendering my legs immobile. My last resort is to pace my soles side to side as they dangle on the edge of the sofa. Your feet now lay at my armpits. Had it not been for my lack of flexibility I probably could have reached up and tickled back.
You waste no time in scratching my arches up and down, side to side and everywhere in between.
“Noooo!!! Ha ha ha!! No, ple-he-he ause!!” I bang my head into the sofa multiple times. It doesn’t hurt but, I was doing my best to get my mind off the sensations that were occurring down below. This of course was futile, “Heeeee!!! No, stop ha ha ha!!!” You just weren’t listening as now your fingers had made their way up to the balls of my feet.
My toes wiggled in excitement as your fingers ran across the tops of my feet. At the ball of my foot you induced a circular motion with your fingernails causing even greater hysteria to pour over me, “I’m Heee hooo ho too ticklish, ho, ha ha ha!! That tickles too much he he!!” My heart rate climbed. I squeezed my eyes shut which were on the verge of producing tears (of joy), while your fingers relentless explored every inch of my feet.
Now exhausted from the useless evasive twitching my feet were subdued and were now completely at the mercy of your hands.
I pleaded with you, “No more…”
You glanced back locking eyes with me. My innocent eyes were wide open dreading another attack. You smiled and slowly eased up off my legs.
Breathing a sigh of relief I rolled off the couch and lay motionless on my back arms raised above my head. Smiling down at me you chuckle, “So… can I expect a little more out of my roommate now?”
Barely able to utter a word I simply replied with a reassuring nod. You crouch down and slowly straddle my hips. Using your hand you carefully rake through my hair combing it away from my face. There is a sense of compassion in your eyes and comfort starts to settle in. Trustingly I lay under you (stupid mistake).
“You know Zuri… I’m not thoroughly convinced by you.” Worry overcomes my face as you quickly apply pressure in your crouch pressing my torso down.
“No, honest, I’ll be better!!” My heart beings pumping a bit faster, now I feel stupid for not escaping when I had the chance.
I try my best to push up against you, but your strength is too much!! My legs begin to kick wildly, my feet slap the carpet. “Noo, please, you can’t!! I can’t!!” There’s a sense of urgency in my face as I fling my arms around hoping to wiggle free.
Alas, my arm speed is no match for that of yours and you quickly subdue my arms catching them and pinning them up over my head using only one hand, “Settle down Zuri, you could get hurt fooling around like that!!” You flash a wicked smile. Reaching into your pocket with your free hand you reveal a set of steel handcuffs.
“Boy, how long have you been planning this??” I ask. Slowly so as not to lose your grip on my wrist, you begin to fasten my hands. “Oh my God noo!! Where did you get those??? You’re not a cop!! It’s illegal to have those; I’m going to report you!!” I knew they weren’t illegal, but at this point I had about lost my mind.
“ha! What are you going to tell the authorities? That you were submit to tickling? They’ll laugh at you!” You were totally right. Something this childish, they’d probably fine me for wasting their time.
“Please, please, can’t we talk about this?? You know, I’m open to suggestion!!” I was searching desperately for a way to talk you out of it. “Please, I’ll be cleaner!! I won’t leave my clothes lying around!!”
My bargains fall on deaf ears as you move your hands in for the kill, “You think you’re going to get off that easy? I don’t think you fully understand your predicament miss Zuri. I’m not just going to tickle tease you… I’m going to torture you!”
Starting at the wrist your fingers lightly embrace my delicate skin causing me to twitch, “Oh my God, Oh my God!” My eyes widen as I look on helplessly as your fingers crawl down towards my armpits, “Stop, no, pleeeease, no further!!”
Leaning in with your ear you ask, “What was that miss Zuri? You want me to proceed?”
“Nooo, nooo!!” My lip trembles as you slowly inch closer to my soft hollows.
Using your index fingers you begin to scribble over my underarms, “oh, heee, heee, my God, my God, noo, no, get away from there!! ”
Then without warning your fingers plunge penetrating to the bone! “HAHAHAHAHA!!! OH GOD NOOOOHAHAHA!!!” Trying to be evasive I slap my arms together hoping to block your attacks. It doesn’t work as you continue to prod, “HEEEEHEEE HA HA!!”
Behind you my legs are flapping around with no sense of direction. I’m trying desperately to buck you off me, but your firm straddle is rendering my torso immobile. In my mind I’m starting to come to grips with the fact that I’m powerless under your strength.
Your fingers are circling deep within my armpits as my arms flap away, “HEEE HAHA, MERCY!! PLEASE!! Hahaha ahh heee, I haha hate you!!!”
As I continue to laugh my head off, I glance to your face looking for a hint of compassion. All I see is an evil grin. You begin to taunt, “Every day I come back exhausted, only to find you on the couch loafing!!”
“HAHAHAHA!! I’m hehehe, sooo, soooorrry!!” I pull at my restraints. I know it’s useless, but I pull anyway.
Your fingers now quickly pace up and down my arms sending off a tingling sensation, “You think you can just bum off of me??” You’re in a playful serious mode.
My head shakes from left to right, “Hahaha, NOO, I wont bum, heee haaa haha hooo!!! I wont, ple-he-he-ase!!”
I begin to cough, thus gaining a bit of leniency from you, you pull back allowing me to catch my breath, “Oh my Zuri, you’re a mess!!” Slowly you run your fingers through my whipped hair pulling it away from my submitted face. My mouth is wide open taking in gasps of air, my eyes are open wide and I’m totally shell-shocked.
You lean in pressing your ear towards my chest. The beat of my heart pounds like a drum to which you smile at.
Wriggling back you reposition yourself now straddled at my thighs. Tucking my chin in I look down in a somewhat fearful curiosity.
Slowly you begin to lift up my shirt exposing my plush tummy. You watch in wonder as my tummy expands and contracts with every deep breath I take. My bellybutton is a perfect circle, soft curves rest at my sides indented by my somewhat undersized waistband.
Dread resurfaces as I feel your palm gently press down on my tummy. I must dispute, “Oh, God no, please, haven’t you done enough?? Please, please I can’t take it. Please… I just can’t take it.” My humble submission shines through, but your mind is in ticklesville. Your about to have your way with my belly and there is absolutely nothing I can say or do to stop you. My wrists are bound, my arms are too weak to even attempt to lift the couch and get lose. My legs have now since fatigued and lie motionless behind you. My body is immobilized by the sheer weariness of the struggle.
Right now you are simply feeling out my midsection, caressing it, soothing it, comforting it. Even so I’m aware without a doubt, your merciless intentions. You’re merely building up suspense.
“Aww your belly is soooo cute!!” Gently you begin rhythmically patting it.
I’m terrified of you at this point, “Stop it! Stop this instant! I’m not kidding! You do this and… oh my God!!” I lash out foolishly.
You begin to poke around my navel area making my torso jive left and right, “Ooooohhh, nooo!! Haha, stop!! That’s he-heenough!!”
You taunt me continuously, “You’ll learn to respect your tickle master!!” With your index finger you begin to scrape circles in my belly-button producing giggles from me, “hmmm hee hee hee!!”
Your finger proceeds by digging deep into my navel jiggling my soft belly. The sensation arches my back very catlike. I tug on my restraints once more wishing to be free. Noticing my bodily response to your plunging finger you continue by scribbling rings inside my bellybutton. Feeling thoroughly excited you tease at me, “Aww there’s a good spot! Doesn’t that feel good?”
Totally overcome with giggles I’m incapable of responding.
I jerk my body up and down desiring some pity from you, “Nooo!! Nottthaa ha ha there!! Pleahehesee!!! Pretty pleaaassee HAHA!!! With a cherry ho ho haha top!!”
After about the 12th “Oh my God!” I think God heard me because by some miracle the house phone began to ring. Quickly you reach for it by the lamp stand.
“Hello?” I stare up to see a calm look come over your face. “No, um sorry mam, but she’s a bit tied up at the moment.” You chuckle.
I advantage this time to gather my bearings and grasp some oxygen.
“Oh, I’ll convey the message to her as soon as I can good-bye!” I was hoping your conversation would go a bit longer, but something was better than nothing.
You hang up and throw the phone onto the couch, “Oh boy did you get lucky miss Zuri. I was just getting into things! That phone call threw me off my game!! Now where was I??”
Your face lights up happily, “Oh yeah now I remember!” You re-embrace my soft tummy dancing your fingers lightly maneuvering down to my lower abdominals. Using your thumbs in a circular motion you press deeply into the sides of my belly.
My body reacts in a jolt forward while an involuntary grin creeps onto my face. I burst into uncontainable laughter, HA HA HA HA heeeyyy I hahaha hate you!!!” My body reflexes up and down as your thumbs wiggle into my belly.
“Oh you don’t mean that. I’m just playin around with ya!” Your fingers make their way to my hip bones.
“Haha… no, not the hips!! Please!! You win you win!!” I’m pleading, gasping for air. I stick out my tongue like a thirsty dog.
“Hmm… well…” you stop to think scratching your head.
“Please, please, please…” my heart is pacing. A bead of sweat rolls down my forehead.
Disregarding me completely you quickly begin to knuckle my hips! Digging deep you rub against my bones, “HAHAHAAHAAA!!!! ST-T-TAHAHAPPP!!!” My feet kick up again swinging left and right freely behind you. My face is strawberry red as I continue to laugh and plea, “No, hahaha, no mooooohohoho heee heee!”
You are relentless as your boney fingers shake up my belly like jello. You watch in amusement as my arms wail away yet unable to escape. You come to an abrupt stop. My stomach expanding and contracting with each deep breath I take. You reach over and lay your palm over my chest. My heart is practically beating out of it. With your other hand you freely run your fingers through my messed up hair which now has increments of sweat running through it. My lips are trembling; my eyes squinted closed just anticipating another attack. I cough.
I open my eyes reluctantly. Your face is gleaming down in satisfaction. Leaning in closer you ask, “So, miss Zuri, are you a changed girl?” You smile. I rapidly nod in agreement, “mmm hmmm.” I hum. I’m so exhausted I can’t even begin to compile a sentence.
Resting the side of your head on my tummy you follow up, “Are you going to pull your weight around here now?” You ask softly pinching at my sides. I jerk in the opposite direction but respond with, “mmm hmm… promise…” I whisper.
Almost unwillingly you unlatch my wrist. Exhausted from the physical torture my body lay motionless on the carpet. Aside from breathing I could barely ball a fist. Using your big strong arms you cradled me to my bedroom. I hadn’t been tucked into bed since I was a little girl, but then again that’s how you had me tonight, a helpless giggling little girl, submissive in your clutches. The minute my head hit the fluffy pillow it was lights out for me.
You stare down, admiring me from the top of my head, to the bottoms of my feet. A smile edges onto my face as I doze. Smoothly you drape my pink bed sheets over my body, turn off my night light and walk away.
