Washing Machine 2 - Sex Stories

Washing Machine 2

My girlfriend, Ann, said, “If I’m going to treat you like laundry, that means you will go into the washing machine whenever I say you do and you won’t come out until I am finished with the wash and decide you’re clean. It means you will be washed with the rest of the load, hot or cold, whites or permanent press, normal or delicates. You will be washed with detergent and rinsed with fabric softener. If I have four loads to wash you will be in the washer four times, once for each load. If this is what you agree to, there is no going back…ok?” The choice was obvious and with that she brought her basket of dirty clothes over to the washer and casually threw them into the machine with me. I was starting to get some second thoughts and was just about to get out when she reached into the machine with a large two cup container of Tide. I said, “That’s way too much detergent,” as I started to get out. She gently pushed me back into the washer and said, “My laundry doesn’t get out of the machine, nor does it talk back. I will deal with that a little later.” She poured the entire two cups of detergent all over me and closed the door. I heard the buttons being pushed and suddenly the warm water stared flowing into the drum. Suds quickly filled the drum as the water mixed with the Tide. The drum started to spin sloshing all the soapy water all over me and the clothes. I was certainly going to get clean. Finally, the last spin completed and I thought I would be released to the confines ...

... of the dryer. The door opened and I was pulled out of the washer and placed on the folding table. I started to gain my senses after the spin cycle but before I knew it, my arms and legs had been restrained to the table and I was gazing up at my girlfriend. She had this determined look on her face. She also held new bar of Ivory soap in her hand. She said, “Now about our agreement…” Before I could say anything, she pushed the soap into my mouth. I was shocked but couldn’t do much about it as she quickly wrapped some saran wrap around my head securing the fresh bar in place. I moaned in protest and she said, “As laundry, you will not talk back and obviously your mouth is in need of a good cleaning, so I’ll just add some soap before you go back into the washer. You’re not as clean as I would prefer, so some pre-treating and pre-washing are in order.” She got a bottle of Dawn dishwashing liquid and poured it all over me, especially my crotch saying, “Dawn works wonders for pre-treating those nasty stains that are hard to come out. I use it often, but sometimes still have to re-wash the item several times.” She kept pouring Dawn on me, and started to scrub like she was rubbing fabric together. I struggled against the restraints and moaned but by now just bubbles came out of my mouth. “Now for your second washing, come on, into the machine you go.” She released my bonds and grabbing my penis, easily leading me back into the washer. Another two cups of Tide and she said, “You’re ...