This choice: Mary thinks you're a normal wash cloth, and uses you! • Go Back...Chapter #4Mary thinks you're a normal wash cloth, and... by: Kentwolf   Mary smiles down at your tan little form, "Oh thank god" she mutters. Your hopes rise, Mary has recognised you, wonderful she will let you reform and you can spend the day together and... she picks you up and you realise she just wanted a wash cloth. "just what i needed" she says to herself as she climbs into the shower with you draped in her hand as a limp little washcloth. You were about to get more intimate with your girlfriend than you planned. Mary turned on the water and held her hand under it as she asjusted the temperature until she got it how she liked it, which happened to be near scolding. Within seconds the room was filled with a hot mass of steam as Mary stood under the rushing water and squirted some shower gel onto your face. It tasted horrible and stung your eyes but you couldn't do anything to tell Mary what she was doing.
Mary pressed your flat little body against her arm and began to scrub you against her, your soft gel like surface soaking up the water and the soak as well as the sweat and dirt on her skin. It was disgusting but you had no power in this situation. She ran you up and down her arm, scrubbing hard in her arm pit before she did the same with the other. You mentally blush as she rubs you all over her breasts, poking you in the eye with her nipples as she unknowingly washed herself clean with your body. You were actually working better than a normal wash cloth, Mary wondered where your mom got this cloth from. She scrubbed every inch she could reach with you, down her belly, rubbing you over her private parts which actually made you blush visibly but unnoticed and down her smooth legs. She teased you between each of her toes and had you scrub across her sweaty soles, your body soaking up every bit of dirt and grime, the scolding heat of the shower making you more malliable so you were acting more sponge like than you normally would.
Mary looked around for something to scrub her back and grinned, she grabbed a stick from your moms old back scratcher and wrapped you around one end, balling you up and knotting you tight. she hadn't noticed that the scolding water had turned you pinkish, slowly moving into the red spectrum as you were still frothed up with bubbles. Using you on a stick she scrubbed you up and down her back before unknotting you, and twisted you up tight, squeezing you out. She cringed as she saw all the black water pour out of you from her wash and go down the drain "eew i was really filthy, im glad Jackie isnt here to see that" of course she didn't know you had experienced it first hand. Not taking in the pink colour of her wash cloth she left you draped over the bar in the shower while she focused on her hair. All you could see was Mary's back upside down as you hung there, the scolding water crashing down on you as it bounced off Mary's body.
Finally, Mary concidered herself clean and turned off the shower, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around herself as she stepped out to dry. Your entire body stung from the hot water and you just hung there as a bright red Wash cloth. You watched Mary dry off before grabbing her pile of clothes and heading off, probably to your room where she had left some spare clothes for any time she was over. After a few minutes you heard footsteps, followed by your Mothers upside down form coming into view, it looks like your mother was getting ready to shower now Mary was done, her eyes fell onto you hanging on the bar in the shower, but you were red, not tan, as well as being hung in a different place to where she left you, if she even remembers her moment of anger...  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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