White Boy Becomes Human Floor Mat For The Bratty Thai Women, Cleaning Their Wet & Dirty Feet

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The powerful girl, torn home, told Jonathan to lie on the floor of the laundry room. Will you listen to me or will I have to force you? I'll do it.

Smart choice. In the laundry room, each of the girls took her bra, panties and any other clothes she had been wearing off and threw them onto Jonathan's face and body. Will you be a dear and clean that up? The small and cute twi'lek cooed to him.

You know how to use a laundry machine, don't you? Toinoi said, in her severe tone, her hands on her hips and her big bouncy breasts on full display. Yes, yes I do.

You'd better not forget the fabric softener. Jonathan got up and gathered the dirty, wet clothes off his face and put them all in the washing machine. He loaded the detergent and softener as he'd been directed.

The machine was on and he hoped he could have some time to himself just lying on the floor. Then Kansai came into the room. Hey, what are you doing? The fourth girl said.

We have guests coming. You need to get to work for us. What do you want me to do? Jonathan said with an expression of defeat.

He would do anything they told him to do. He would do it and he would try to enjoy it as much as possible. Some natural urge in him.

Something instinctual. Something every man must have in him was telling him to do as he was told. To serve women.

That he was their subordinate. And anyway, there was nothing else he could do. There was no way out.

Kansai told him to shower and dry off. She watched him while he showered so that he didn't try any shit. Why are they suddenly treating me well? She watched as he dried off.

Get completely dry. Then she gave him a new towel to carry as she led him downstairs. And she told him to wrap his torso in the towel and lie down by the entry door.

Toalek looked at him and said. The new floor mat is so cute. Floor mat? As if reading his mind, Toinoi said.

Toinoi said. That's right. Every guest can wipe off her feet on you and have their toes cleaned by your mouth.

Wait, wait. If I'm the floor mat, why'd you give me a towel? You could have just put the towel on the floor.

You silly thing, Thornholm said. Human skin isn't very absorbent. And towels don't scream when you trample them, Toinoi said.

With that, she ran forward and skipped and landed on Jonathan's belly. The towel provided little cushion for the impact of the heavy-set girl landing full weight on Jonathan. He groaned and turned his face to the side, away from her feet.

Bad mat. Mat can't talk. Toinoi slapped it twice.

Just then, the doorbell rang. Toinoi opened the door and a girl walked in. Are you wet? Toinoi asked the guest who walked in.

Yes, what's that on the floor? Don't be shocked. It's just our floor mat.

But he's. .. No, don't call it he.

Its pronoun is it. It's a man. No, don't be silly.

It's just a thing. I guess I've never seen a floor mat like that. Don't worry, it's easy to use.

Let me show you. Toinoi stepped onto the stomach part and extended her hands. The guest, Namhorn, took her hands and stepped onto the chest part.

She was apprehensive, however. Don't be shy. Wipe your feet.

Toinoi showed her how by rubbing her feet aggressively against the towel covering the floor mat, and then by lifting and stepping her feet on it. The mat's internal breathing mechanism started sputtering and making noises like it was under stress. Don't worry about the noise, Toinoi consoled.

It does that when it's working hard, but it can still keep going. Namhorn began stepping on it, wiping her feet against the towel. Jonathan's whole body was aching.

Everything from his waist to his neck felt numb. When everything hurts, nothing hurts. Hurt was just the water of the sea he was swimming in, a saltwater sea.

He swam in the salt with his cuts and open wounds present. All of the pain and humiliation, however, felt worth it. When he saw the two girls enjoying themselves on top of him, he just knew he was in the right place.

He was meant to be there. He was lucky to have been taken by them. Wouldn't any other man envy his situation? Namhorn stepped off.

Ah, relief at last. Are your feet dry? Yes, your floor mat is so useful.

You'll see, it's even more useful than you think. Yeah? There's still gunk between your toes, right? Right.

So now you can clean the gunk out in the toe licking mechanism. Toe licking? Yeah.

Toinoi pointed to a part of the mat that looked like a man's face and mouth. Just stick your toes in. Namhorn moved her toes slowly at first.

The mat, knowing its role, moved its cleaning machine towards the feet and opened wide to accept them. It moved its tongue around in circles and pushed its tongue in between the toes. There was a lot of water, dirt from the water, black gunk that had come from somewhere and gotten stuck to grime from the road and other disgusting items in between her toes.

It all came off onto the floor mat's tongue. Jonathan, from my position on the floor next to the door, I could hear the music blaring and the chatter growing louder. I would have liked to be there, dancing with the girls, or I would have liked to just watch them and fetch them drinks.

I was the only man in the house. Surely, some of them would eventually have to satisfy their womanly needs. But I had to do my job.

And I was honestly happy to do it, as dry as my tongue was, as rank as the feet covered with dust, dirt and specks of garbage I consumed was. It was my pleasure and my honour to clean their feet. A parade of girls entered the house.

Many were shy at first. Like Namhorn, they only slowly warmed up to the idea of treating something that looked like a man as a floor mat. But, like Namhorn, they became enthusiastic when they got the hang of it.

Some girls seemed experienced. They jumped straight on me and trampled me. When two girls came in, one asked what I was, and her friend answered without missing a beat.

It's for cleaning your feet. I've done it with my boyfriend. A group of five girls tried to see how many feet they could stick in my mouth at one time.

The answer? Two and a half if they used the smallest girl's feet. Then three familiar looking girls walked in wearing cool looking clothes.

One of them was in a leather motorcycle jacket. Another had a punk princess costume with long red and black striped stockings. The third girl looked less stylish.

She did not have a super cool dress on, but she was wearing stripper boots. She looked as if she wanted to change something up and have a fun night. Their faces looked familiar.

I tried to nail down where I had seen them before. Then it hit me. Come lie.

I saw the pathetic loser on the floor. His chest was half covered by a dirty, soaking wet towel. The skin underneath the towel was bruised in every colour of red, blue and black.

His face was a mess with dirty water, brown leaves, green slime and all kinds of gunk covering it. He looked like a real piece of shit. There was no reason I should have known him.

But yet, he looked familiar. Oh my God! Malib blurted out.

What? I said. It's that guy from this morning.

Who? The guy who sprayed us in the eyes on purpose. And he hit me while I had my phone out.

Oh fuck, you're right, I said. I spit on his face. He just lay there without much of an expression.

He seemed resigned to his fate. Judging by the look of him, he'd already been through a lot and had already lost every attempt to fight back. Stick out your tongue, I commanded.

He did so obediently. I wriggled my toes around in my socks. I'd been wearing socks and waterproofed motorcycle shoes because I was driving.

Despite the waterproofing, my socks still got fucking wet and nasty. I lowered my socks to his tongue and rubbed them around on his tongue. I could see but the faintest hint of disgust in his eyes.

My friends in the pickup truck must have trained him well. I tore the socks off and pushed them into his mouth. Suck up all the dirty water, I told him.

My girls from the motorcycle, Malie and Kanapan, wiped their feet off on the towel and then took the towel off and started to wipe their messy feet directly against his bruised and scratched up body. They got really into it. By that point, they were kicking him.

Then Malie just put both of her feet on him and started jumping up and down on him. I could see the anguish in his eyes. I just laughed because it was funny.

He looked funny. He had an insane look, like he was in a different world. A world of pain, maybe? At any rate, he was in a completely different world than that of the three hot girls who were humiliating him.

Poor boy. Malie and Kanapan had joined hands and started jumping and dancing on him together. They extended their hands for me to join in.

Jonathan's face was scrunched up so much that he looked like a deranged lunatic. Poor, poor little boy. I took their hands and jumped aboard.

Kamsai. I heard the door open, but I didn't see anyone enter the party. I assumed they were getting themselves cleaned up, maybe having some fun enjoying the human floor mat.

But they'd been there for so long. So I went to check. I saw Kamlai, Malie and Kanapan dancing around on the floor mat.

Well, hey, gals. I was waiting for you to come. Hey, Kamsai.

Come join us, Kamlai said. Happily, I strode over and squeezed myself onto the floor mat. We all had to hug closely to hold on.

There was over 200 kilograms of bouncy, bubbly girls on the mat. It was hard for us to keep our balance. Malie tripped first and caused us all to fall.

I landed butt first on the face part of the mat, and then Kanapan landed on me. I invited them to come join us in the party. Kamlai thought about it for a moment, then said no.

She said she wanted to keep punishing him. She referred to the floor mat as a him, as if it were a person. I asked, Do you know the former boy which we turned into a floor mat from anywhere? She said yes.

Apparently, in the time when the mat was a boy, he had been a real jerk to the three girls, and to many other people on Songkran morning. I told them, If he did wrong to you, he needs to face justice. Take him into a room and punish him.

Then I spoke to the boy. He was a boy again. Good news, I said.

You are no longer a floor mat. You get to be a male again. I couldn't tell what he was thinking.

His body and mind must have been so messed up by then. But it looked like he wasn't entirely excited by my generous gift to him. I thought about punishing him right then and there, but I guessed he was going to get it enough for my bitchy gal pals anyway.