1. Washing Machine 2


    Date: 8/27/2015, Categories: Fetish, Author: marejin 

    ... all the hands surrounding me. I think she used the entire bottle. “Now into the washer he goes.” They easily moved me to the door which was being held open by another woman. Once I was in, the door was shut and I was trapped. I waited while Jean explained that I was going to be washed as a regular load with hot water and Tide with a Downy rinse. The door opened and said, “You’ve got a fan base now Bill, soon every woman in here will want to treat you like laundry and there will be nothing you can do about it.” She poured the Tide all over me… it stuck to me because of the Dawn then the door closed and I heard the quarters go in and heard the buttons being pushed. The women took shifts gazing in the window to watch the entire washing process. They would occasionally say something to each other but were fixated on me getting washed. The water began to enter and as soon as the drum started turning, there was a cheer from the women, they started chanting, “Get washed, get washed, get washed dirty laundry.” I coped as best I could with the suds that completely filled the drum. Even the rinse cycles had lots of suds in them but those disappeared when the Downy was poured into the machine. After the spin cycle, I was pulled from the machine and placed in the dryer and when that was done I was put back on the table to the ...
    ... applause of the women. They seem to be inspecting me making sure I was completely clean. Then one said, “Can I try washing him? I have some dirty laundry here.” Sure was Jeans reply, then several women said, “Me next….me too…and me.” I was in for an entire afternoon of washing. I tried to make a break for it, but I was instantly caught. “Laundry doesn’t escape its washing you know Bill.” Jean said, “When he is non-compliant, a bar of soap to wash out his mouth usually helps.” “Ooo, Let me do that” one woman chimed. I was held by two women and saw the sudsy bar of Dove coming towards me. My nose was pinched and in the soap went. She spent a good ten minutes scrubbing and soaping all over, then Jean got some saran wrap and sealed the soap inside my mouth. The other women commented that was a good idea. More pre-washing then back in the machine over and over again with different loads of laundry. I was completely spent after a few hours and very compliant. By this time Ann, walked back into the Laundromat and she was greeted as if she was a hero. The women applauded her and commented on her ingenuity and determination to put me in my proper place… in the laundry basket or in the washer. She felt a sense of power with all this and knew that she would have to share me with any of these women who wanted to treat me like laundry.
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