This choice: She needs a little cleaning service "down under" • Go Back...Chapter #11You Are Soap by: chaos   Sarah brings you closer to her face and thinks about what she can do with you. Soon her toy would be no bigger then a bug and some of their games would no longer be feasible. There was one thing she wanted to try before you became no bigger then a grain of sand. You were no longer the size of a good dildo, but you’d still make a good bar of soap.
“Well toy, I think it’s time for you to be given another purpose. How would you feel about being my soap?” Sarah asked, even though your answer meant nothing to her. As you became smaller, Sarah thought less and less of you as a person and more as an object to fulfill her deepest fantasies with. She no longer cared about how you felt, only if you were completely devoted to her, which thankfully, you were. If you did try to rebel, there was no question that she would send you to our final destination inside her belly without a second thought.
“I’d love to be your soap, mistress,” you humbly reply. The more time you spent with Sarah, the more of your humanity you lost. The way she treated you, combined by the knowledge that you were going to die, had transformed you into a loyal servant. You’d do anything Sarah asked of you, without question or fear. If she decided you were soap, you were soap. If she decided you were food, you were food. If she decided she was bored of you and that you needed to go, you would go. The person that you were was gone, only a toy for the mistress remained.
Wordlessly, Sarah started rubbing you against a real bar of soap, lathering you up to clean her body. She refused to talk to you because you were an object now and objects aren’t talked to. The soap gets into your mouth and eyes, but you don’t fight back against Sarah. You were lathered up completely, covered in a rich coating of soap. The first part of her body she scrubbed was her chest, taking care to rub you especially over her full breasts. You moan as your body strokes along the soft tit flesh, humping her nipple as your pressed against it. You move further down, going to work on her stomach next. She pressed your head against her stomach so you could hear her insides moving last night’s dinner to her bowels. Eventually, it would be your remains sliding down her intestines, you’d be long past dead by then, but the imagine of your digested mass moving towards Sarah’s rectum made you explode of her stomach.
Sarah took no notice of the small mess you made and pushed your head into her belly button and began to rotate you around. She popped your head out after her belly button was clean and lathered you up again. You were ragged and tired from your trip down Sarah’s chest and wanted a small break to catch your breath. However, what you wanted no longer mattered, you mistress still had a use for you and she wasn’t going to let you rest until she got what she wanted. Sarah looked you over quickly, her eyes bored like she was washing herself with a real bar of soap and not a living person.
You’re plunged down again, passing the tangled grove of pubic hairs above her pussy lips. You think that your next areas to clean will by the swollen labia that you’ve been most attentive towards the past days, but you move past the lips towards Sarah’s perfect feet. She lifts her foot off the bathtub floor and starts with the sole first. She worked her way to her heel, and then pushed you back across her sole. You rub the side of your face against the supple skin under her foot, even licking it to taste the stale sweat hidden in the flesh. You are moved next to the balls of her foot before proceeding towards her toes. Sarah uses your head to scrub between each toe, much to your enjoyment. You’re worked harder between the toes, only this time Sarah yours your head to clean her toe nails, paying close attention to scrub her cuticles. Sarah works you over first her big toe then each of other toe individually.
Sarah pulls you up, her feet clean and you worn out. She had been pressing you a little too hard and your body ached. Looking up weakly, you look into Sarah’s eyes and see a fearsome lust directed down towards you. What you had just gone through was foreplay for what she had in store for your puny body. Shuddering, you realize that you want her to use and abuse you. After all, you consider yourself honored to be her bar of soap.
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