Detergent

(story continues from Washing Machine) 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. ...

Most of the regulars here already know how badly I’ve always wanted to be laundered in a washing machine and clothes dryer. My girlfriend has been using me as her ironing board every week for the past year. That’s been incredible, but the experience has just made me crave to be put into a washing machine even more… I’ve been very candid with my girlfriend about this fantasy (fetish?), and she’s remarkably agreeable. She seems to honestly enjoy ironing on me, and she’s always been very open to the idea of washing me with her laundry. ...