you stared across the couch at Ashlie, seeing her eyes sweep over you and the rest of Emma's clothing with a casual glance. you struggled and strained to wobble the bra, you didnt care if she made your life hell, she was your chance of getting off this bra. unfortunatly, she didnt seem to notice you as she turned back to Emma's modelling. you let out an silent groan as you were forced to just stare up at Ashlie as your wife was out of your line of sight inside the bra cup.
your view of the world however, was short lived. having finished modeling the first outfit, Emma stripped out of it and tossed the clothes onto her pile of clothing on the couch, filling your world with darkness and soft fabrics. you could hear Ashlie complimenting outfit after outfit as she stared at her ever growing pile of clothing. you could tell each time she changed as the pile got heavier and heavier over you, pressing down on you firmly but softly. finally you heard ashlie's very muffled voice saying about "remember to wash your new clothes. incase people tried them on in the store!" you groaned. you knew your luck, you knew what was about to happen.
your world shifted as Emma scooped up the pile of clothing and held it tightly against her, pressing your bra prison against the rest of the clothing. you felt the vibrations as she walked along before the creak of the washing machine door. she shoved the pile of clothes roughly in and you heard the snap of the door shutting. once again you were going to go through the wash. hopefully you would wash out the bra. you didnt want to get further embedded in the fabric of a bra. this wasnt the life you desired.
the water rushed in, gushing around and soaking into the pile of clothing, you smelt the detergent and tried to close your eyes, without any success as the soapy water got to your bra, it stung your eyes but you couldnt block it out as the world began to spin. faster and faster you spun, the water heating up as it sped up. you got slammed over and over against the glass of the window door before being sucked back into the mass of soaking fabrics. you lost track of time as you were firmly washed, the bra seemed to still be stuck to you as you pressed into it from the g-force of the spinning, you prayed you wouldnt spend your life as your wifes bra. eventually, the wash ended and your wife pulled out the mass of fabrics into a washing basket, carrying it outside to hang on the line. as she got to you and the bra...
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