I’m having a bad day
I’m having a bad week
The entire month is bad
This is why I shrank you
And bound you to my panties
I’ve kept you there for months
Stitched thread around your ankles and wrists
Tight loops that kept you firmly in place
Today I’ll allow you more freedom
Wriggle room
I’m telling you now so you understand
I’m in a very bad mood
And I’m going to take it out on you
Try anything and I’ll cross my legs
No more threads
Only fabric and skin, and you in between
Starting now
Wriggle once for yes, twice for no
More for me
Do anything that angers me and I’ll cross my legs
No more wriggle room then
Just walls smashing down on you
And you, unable to breathe, scream, think, live
Until I unfold my thighs
You won’t say a word
Or try to squirm your way to the hem of my panties
Writhe to the left, but then you must to the right
Twitch up, but then you will twitch down
Worm your way in any one direction for too long
And I’ll crash my thighs with you in between
I’ll cross my legs while having a casual conversation
And you’ll hear the muffled thunder of my voice
And the thumping beat of my blood
Punching at your damp body
You won’t ask me for anything
I’ll ask you all the questions
Wriggle once for yes, twice for no
I’ll give you all the orders
Wriggle harder then
Today is a bad day
And you’re here for me
When I cross my legs
Sounds like my kinda bus commute.
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Wait now, the current month is the reason he’s been imprisoned for months?
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No. The reason is the current month, her bad mood, her good moods, the moon, the sun, last year, a phone call, mosquitoes, the weather, anything at all, nothing at all.
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I come back to this one because it is so incredibly powerful. The words mean so much and the drawing that you made for it is beyond perfection.
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Thank you. I’m glad it means that to you. I remember what I felt when I was drawing the pic and writing the words, almost dizzy with real emotion. This one means a lot to me too.
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