This is your life now.
Tiny Life Guard
chapter 18
by
copier
· original author:
bronzehawkz
Hearing Emily open the door to her home it had truly sunk in that the only person who knew where you were right now was your cruel captress, and that you were miles away from help. At this point you resigned to your fate -- Emily had gotten her way and you were going to be a permanent fixture on her bikini whether you liked it or not. When Emily got to her room she slipped out of her jeans and removed you from her smelly crack. Bringing the part of her thong you were embedded into to her face she crinkled her nose and spoke, "Pee-yew, you smell like old farts!" She giggled. "You're going to have to get used to that kind of thing, it's going to be a regular part of your new life." I couldn't even really acknowledge what she was saying other than by moving my eyes. She walked over to her dresser. "I'm going to use you as a regular thong starting tomorrow." She opened the top dresser drawer where the rest of her undergarments were. She brought you up to her face again and placed a big kiss on your flat body. "Hope you have a good night's rest little guy, you'll have a hard day of work tomorrow." She giggles again before placing you into the drawer and closing it, trapping you in darkness.
...And so your life apart of Emily's thong began.
Sometimes you were in the dresser for only a couple of hours, sometimes it was days before you were used again, sometimes it was weeks and very rarely months. Emily liked to go weeks without washing you, letting you get real dirty before you were cleaned. You personally were indifferent. When she didn't wash you, you could smell nothing but her BO clinging to your skin, when she did wash you, you had to first go through the immense pain of her washing machine. Either way you were in hell. You enjoyed the times you were trapped in the dresser, at least then you weren't breathing in ass funk, or worse, her farts. You only peaceful times were when you were in the dresser, that became your personal sanctuary over the years.
Like all things the bikini thong degraded overtime, threads came loose, the fabric and your skin became more stretchy and well-worn. Emily wore you even though you had been thoroughly weathered, Emily never got bored of the novelty of having a tiny person who could still slightly wiggle trapped as a thong in her ass cheeks.
Over two decades later and you had now spent the majority of your life imprisoned as an imprint in Emily's thong. If you could have aged you would have been in your 40s when one day while Emily was wearing the old thong it snapped and broke, and with it your consciousness was finally severed too, in a way freeing you from your life long imprisonment.
...And so your life apart of Emily's thong began.
Sometimes you were in the dresser for only a couple of hours, sometimes it was days before you were used again, sometimes it was weeks and very rarely months. Emily liked to go weeks without washing you, letting you get real dirty before you were cleaned. You personally were indifferent. When she didn't wash you, you could smell nothing but her BO clinging to your skin, when she did wash you, you had to first go through the immense pain of her washing machine. Either way you were in hell. You enjoyed the times you were trapped in the dresser, at least then you weren't breathing in ass funk, or worse, her farts. You only peaceful times were when you were in the dresser, that became your personal sanctuary over the years.
Like all things the bikini thong degraded overtime, threads came loose, the fabric and your skin became more stretchy and well-worn. Emily wore you even though you had been thoroughly weathered, Emily never got bored of the novelty of having a tiny person who could still slightly wiggle trapped as a thong in her ass cheeks.
Over two decades later and you had now spent the majority of your life imprisoned as an imprint in Emily's thong. If you could have aged you would have been in your 40s when one day while Emily was wearing the old thong it snapped and broke, and with it your consciousness was finally severed too, in a way freeing you from your life long imprisonment.
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