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I get to the laundry room and there's not too much to wash, it'll probably all fit in one load. I realise I need to change so I can wash my juiced bedclothes and walk to my room, which is locked. Obviously.

I go back to the laundry room and, after some trepidation, I strip. It's a little awkward getting my shirt off with the wedgie but luckily it's a button up. I put everything in the washing machine and stand there, shivering a little as I wait I find that the easiest position on my slowly dying kitty is slightly hunched forward, legs together

After a bit my legs are tired and I pull myself up on the washing machine to sit down. The vibration of it moving are usually a guilty pleasure of mine. It's a bit different this time. It still feels kinda good, but the movements cause my wedgie to get deeper, hurting my pussy all the more with every movement, but being just enjoyable enough that I don't want to stop. Besides, at this rate this might be my final day with a pussy at all, might as well enjoy it. Just as I got to the right spot, the machine was finished. And I pull the load out into the basket, cringing as the bending down causes my wedgie to shift to new places, and go to transfer it to the dryer.

The dryer is, of course, locked with his stupid NFC tag. The only other way to dry clothes is to hang them up outside. I huff a bit and am pretty close to going out and telling him to let me use the dryer, when images of cracked eggs, split peaches and smooshed beans full my mind. I sigh a bit and hoist the basket up, crotch protesting at all the movement. I poke my head outside and look. His backyard is empty, as I expected, but I was still embarrassed. The cross cross of my underwear meant it didn't even cover my boobs like a normal shoulder wedgie might, and that's not that hard! They're pretty easy to hide!

That, and the depth that the fabric had gone into my twin cracks mean that it was all out. Short of my clit, asshole and belly button, there was literally nothing left to the imagination

I set the basket down on the ground and began the agonising process of hanging things. Each item required me to bend over, shifting the wedgie back, and then stretch up to the line, pulling it forward. I very quickly began sweating with the strain. A couple times I had to stop and vainly attempt to pluck it from my nethers to absolutely no avail. When I had finally completed it, I was wobbling on my feet, but I must admit I did feel a little bit of pride at having "won" here.

I went back inside and gave Ken a weak thumbs up, my nudity forgotten in my twin senses of accomplishment and pain.

"Thanks for doing all that, but I need a lot of that stuff tomorrow so do you mind putting it in the dryer? It's unlocked"

My thumbs up stayed and I slowly turned around and hobbled back out, stuck in a fugue state. I don't know how he knew that I saw this as a small victory but he managed to take it away from me anyway. My clam and hope crushed I pulled everything off and stuffed it back in the dryer before I went back to him and just stood in front of him, staring blankly.

"Thanks" he said, and got up. He pulled the underwear back over my head and off my shoulders. It was so stretched it would have fallen right off me, leaving me completely nude and robbing me of my final, tiny piece of modesty. Luckily(?) for me, it was so crammed into my crotch and ass that they kept it from falling