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Washing machine 1
Date: 8/14/2016, Categories: Fetish, Author: marejin, Rating: , Source: xHamster
out. Naturally, right when I was starting to really enjoy myself, the drum stopped rotating. My head was almost under water when it stopped, and I had to hold my breath for a few seconds while the water started to drain out. As soon as the drum was empty, the door clicked open, and my girlfriend was staring in at me. I guess I must have had a smile on my face, because her first words were, "You look like you're having fun! Is this what you've been waiting for me to do with you?" I told it was even better than I'd dreamed it would be, and that I wanted to be trapped and helpless inside the washer. She said I already was, and asked what I meant. I told her I wanted her to lock the door closed, turn the washing machine back on, and then go get herself a cup of coffee; I wanted her to just leave me there, alone and trapped inside of the running washing machine, with no way to get out. Her answer surprised me: "What makes you think that you just weren't? If you get-off being washed with my clothes, I don't have any problem with it. But if you want to be part of my laundry, then I'm going to treat you like laundry. That means you go into the washing machine whenever I say you do, and you don't come out until I'm finished doing the wash *and* decide that you're clean. It means you'll be washed the same as the rest of the load, hot or cold, whites or permanent press, normal or delicates. It also means that you'll be washed with detergent, and rinsed with fabric softener. I almost ... never use bleach, but when I need to, you're going to be bleached. If I have four loads of laundry to wash, you'll go through the washer four times, once with each load. From the washer, you'll go straight into the dryer for a full cycle. And you'll continue to function as my ironing board. If you want to become part of my laundry, those are the rules. You decide. Is that want you want?" I couldn't possibly deny it: I admitted that was *exactly* what I wanted to be, and how I wanted to be treated. Then I started pleading with her to slam the door, turn the washing machine back on, and leave me inside of it while she left the laundromat. This time, when the door slammed shut, my heart didn't jump. I wasn't scared this time, either; just incredibly excited. I wasn't sure which was better, having my greatest fantasy become reality, or having a girlfriend who was so tuned-in and willing to indulge such an unusual desire. Before the drum started filling, I heard my girlfriend pushing a couple of buttons, and I knew she'd changed the washer's settings. That didn't bother me. I knew in the future I'd be getting whatever the rest of the load needed, so I figured I may as well start getting used to it right away. I wasn't so sure a few seconds later when the water started to flow. She'd obviously set the machine for "hot", and that water *was* hot! The warm water before had been very pleasant, but the hot setting definitely was not. The water was *very* uncomfortable, and I could just ...