I shudder with my heart in my throat as I realize how totally helpless I am. Theres nothing I can do about my predicament, and with the whir of motors my experience begins! Six ports open in the walls around me, and long spray wands like those in a car wash extend smoothly towards my body. They blast me from all sides with a stinging lash of hot, foamy, sudsing water as the wands play up and down my body, covering every part of me with their stinging rain.

Id waited a whole week before coming back, and I hadnt said a thing to anyone about my amazing experince in the back of the laundromat. My husband Billd hardly noticed that Id been gone all day Sunday, and my daughters had made themselves PBJ and gone off to their dance lesson without a thought. What did I think? The week had gone by in a daze, where everything but the machines mastery of my body seemed somehow unreal. Id fingered myself incessantly almost non-stop as soon as everyone was gone from the

I had the most wonderful day today. The fun started when arrived home from work. Master was waiting for me. From the smell of the pungent odor in the house and the beer bottles in the sink, I could tell he had been partying for some time. He must have gotten off early from his job at the gas station. As I came into the kitchen, Master leaned back in his chair, took a swill from the beer bottle, and shouted, "Take off that monkey suit and put on something I like!".

The heels of the pumps retract, lifting my thighs from the saddle with a sucking pop, and the shoes push me more and more upright as they slide closer in the floor and turn to face straight forward. My body rises straight once again as they stop three feet apart. Im still breathing really hard as I watch the pillar retreat into the wall before me. A rounded, fuzzy vinyl covered pillion rises up before my hips, and I feel a firm push in the small of my back urging me to bend over it.

My breathing slowly returns to normal, more or less, and I take stock of my situation. Im hanging in a shower-like chamber in a monstrous automated machine called a WASH-A-WOMAN, and my bodys still trembling in reaction to the brutal assault Ive just suffered. Ive been covered in stinging, foamy soap, and my pussy and ass are still reeling and spasming from the brutal water rape theyve just suffered through. My mind can hardly focus, and I cant help but dread whatevers coming next. Theres nothing I can do about it, whatever it is. The video screen in front of me blinks again, and I stare in agonized fascination as the words appear.

The spotlights narrow to highlight only my nipples. My heavy breathing causes them to strain forward with each gasp, but thats the only motion the entrapping cages will allow them. From the darkness in front of me, a pair of new devices emerge, and as the bright light hits them, I see that theyre deep cups shaped like wineglasses, lined with soapy sponge. The robotic arms gently hold them against the swollen front of my

The cart carries my basket-caged body out of the top loader room, and it turns a corner and enters another room through a silently sliding door. This room is filled with hisses and whooshes of escaping steam, and again I hear moaning gasps and muffled cries from women undergoing unknown processes. The cart stops before an empty machine, and my basket splits in half as I am lowered to the ground. I tumble out awkwardly, my legs cramped from their long confinement and, if truth be told,

He returned her look with a bland stare, "Stand up, walk to the bed and lie down on your back, legs spread." She rose as gracefully as she could with her hands bound behind her and settled herself on the bed as she had been instructed. He watched her movements with as she lay back with her eyes closed, her bound arms under her, thrusting her breasts upward. Her mind raced over every moment of the evening, had she done something to displease him? He approached the bed with a box in his hand, "Feet flat

Theres another clunk and a deep vibration as a large motor starts to turn the agitator. The twists of the twin spiraling dildoes pull at my cunt walls as the machine draws me slowly but effortlessly down onto it. My butt is pulled deeper and deeper into the machine as the spiraling flutes drive themselves deep into my vagina. My head tilts back and my lips gasp out a silent "Ohhh..." as the machine takes me for the first time.

Theres a mechanical rumble, and I feel a firm, padded lump press firmly against my pussy. A thick, wide leather mushroom like a saddle horn begins to force its way into my cunt. Since Im dry, the tough leather scrapes at my tender privates. It isnt that tall, and my body surges with relief as it finally pops inside and my cunt lips close around its narrow stalk.