Human Furniture Dishwasher

“Hi honey, welcome home,” his wife called out from the kitchen. He set down his coat and took off his shoes, in no particular rush at all. His wife would wait. After fully acclimating himself to his preferred home-wear, he walked over from the foyer to the kitchen.

His wife, upon hearing his footfalls, turned around and graced him with the beaming smile he had grown to love, that had always comforted him after a long day of work. The smile that had originally won over his heart and kept it for a ll these years. The only difference was that it was tinged with a bit more sexual fervor.

“Hello dear, anything interesting happen while I was gone?” he asked, while setting down his shopping bag on the counter.

“Oh nothing much. Just been standing here not doing anything since there haven’t been any dishes to wash.” She pouted a bit. It was all she was interested in anymore, which made sense since she was a living human dishwasher and not just a regular person like she had been before the ‘Realization’ as they were calling it on the news nowadays. “I know it’s a bit early, but would you consider having some dinner?”

“So you have some plates to clean? Haha, no. I’ll have dinner at the normal time. You’re going to have do better than that, dear.” His wife’s pout became even fiercer, but it was just so adorable he couldn’t help teasing her a bit now and then. “Here, have this as conciliation.” He reached into the bag and pulled out the soap he had bought.

“For me? Thank you so much, dear.” She took it and squealed in delight. For his wife, there was no greater gift than that which helped her fulfill her purpose. She quickly opened it up and poured it into the scrubber he had bought for her as well, and then she placed the filled brush handle-first into her ass. “Oh it feels so good and heavy all full like that.”

“I’m glad you like it. Now if you excuse me I’m going to watch some t.v. for a bit.”

She nodded. His wife had used to like watching shows with him, but it just wasn’t as important to her now. Shows were for boring old regular humans who didn’t have a role in life. She just waited until there were plates to wash.

Eventually he came back into the kitchen to cook some food, which inevitably resulted in various things to clean. He handed her a plate and she got started right away, getting up onto the counter and lowering her ass and scrubber onto the ceramic. A few scrubs later and some washing and it was sparkling clean.

She came upon completion. At some point the sex centers of her brain had gotten hard-wired to reward her with unimaginable pleasure at having done her task. She was a sex object and part of being that was receiving her due when she did what she needed to. It felt so fucking good to wash dishes like the appliance she was.

“Thank you, love,” she told her husband before starting to wipe another plate.

“No problem, dear,” he answered glibly back. He was always such a giving person and that hadn’t changed post Realization. He had taken her new role in stride and really it hardly felt like anything was different what with him treating everything like it was as ordinary as ever. She knew some people were trying to say that this was wrong, even though it was axiomatic fact that all women were human sex furniture. Thankfully her hubby wasn’t one of those deviants.

Her husband said he was going to go back to watch some more t.v. and she took that as an opportunity to sneak a kiss. She was so thankful for him and she wanted to show that the only way a sexy dishwasher like her could, with her tool of a body. He leaned into her and kissed her back, sticking his tongue down her throat.

“Mmmm,” she hummed, vibrating a bit. She couldn’t be fully like an electric dishwasher, having to manually wash everything. And oh how she wanted to be able to stick plates inside her and clean them with a plug stuck in her ass or something in the manner. But at least she could act the part here and there, shaking up and down and whirring like a machine as she was ‘turned on’ by her husband’s roaming hands and questing tongue.

“Oooohh, that’s so good,” she told him when they parted. “Please, let me clean your body.” She started licking his chiseled chest and trailing down to his cock. A penis was kind of like a dish, right? She needed to clean the dirty thing. Her husband had been out all day doing shopping and exercising and so she leaned down and engulfed his rod in her mouth.

It didn’t take long. She had practiced quite a bit on the cucumbers since she had nothing better to do. She had him cumming in no time at all. His hot, sticky batter filled her mouth and throat, coating it from the inside, filling her both physically and with a sense of completion that pervaded her entire body. She swallowed it all.

“You’re the best dishwasher a man could ask for, dear.”

“Oh, honey.” She teared up a bit at the compliment. “That’s so nice of you.” His praise honestly meant the world to her. She gave him a big bear hug, embracing him and leaning her head onto his shoulder. They stayed like that for quite a while, before drawing apart once more, him to his study and her to remain in the kitchen. A dishwasher had its place for now and ever.

AN: Hey all. Continued this one rather promptly because it was quite fun to write. Hope you enjoy it. Also I created a really barebones discord if you ever have anything you want to post there that wouldn't really fit in a chyoa comment section/message. https://discord.gg/vZamyFxEAs. Feel free to post anything mind control related really. Requests are also welcome, though no guarantees of how fast I'll get to them. I won't be checking non-stop for messages, but I'll try to respond to anything sooner than later.