You heard the muffled voice of your mother as Rebecca lay ontop of you, catching her breath as her sweat soaked body crushed you all over. "See you girls next week" Your mother Shannon called out, having rolled up Rebecca's mat thinking it was her own and was heading out to leave. You couldn't believe how she had totally forgotten you again, especially as she had glued to firmly to this yoga mat, meaning that unless she returned to reclaim you, there was nothing you could do. Rebecca waved as she caught her breath, smiling to herself slightly. Shannon's yoga mat had indeed been amazingly comfortable, she had never enjoyed her workout more, by the looks of it, her friend hadn't even noticed the swap, meaning this custom designed mat was all hers for the taking. Unable to hear the silent cries for help from the boy turned mat, she stood up, her sweaty feel crushing on your eyes as she stepped off of you and she bent down, peeling the mat from the wooden floor with a swift motion and began rolling you up.
Rolled in on yourself tightly, your world was mostly darkness, with slight slivers of light shining from either side of the tube you had become. a pair of straps tied the mat securely so it wouldn't unroll and she carried you underarm out to her car. She smiled to herself over her new comfortable yoga mat as she tossed it in the trunk of her car and drove home. You rolled about in the trunk as she drove, bumping around as she went over speedbumps. This was the worst situation you had ever been in. Your mother had forgotten you, your sister Stacy didn't even know you had been made into a yoga mat, Rebecca didn't know you were anything but a comfortable yoga mat and worst of all, you had powerful glue cementing you into this new painful life role.
When Rebecca got home, she simply shoved her new yoga mat down the side of the couch, keeping it pinned upright between the couch and the wall as she went to have a shower. For the rest of the day, all you heard was the sounds of Rebecca moving around the house, eating dinner and watching some television. Eventually of course the house went silent as she went up to bed, leaving you down in the front room, rolled up in your tight little tube wondering how you were getting out of this one.
It turned out that, though your mother went to yoga class once a week, Rebecca went every day. Each day she rolled you out on the gym floor and her heavy, sexy body was crushed over you, her sweat dripping down all over you, your body forced to soak it up every agonising yoga lesson. The rest of your day was spend rolled up in your usual spot, treated no different to her old yoga mat, because, why would she? Eventually however, you heard a voice that brought a faint flicker of desperate hope into your mind, it was your mother Shannon "Hey girls, im back for another fun workout" She said cheerfully as Rebecca rolled you out as she always did.
Was this your chance at freedom?
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