Warning: This story features bondage content and peril.

Context: This is a short story written for Day 25 of Kinktober 2024 using the prompt words Hose and Peril.

The water in the tank below me churned with soapy bubbles. I found it rather hypnotic watching the swirling shades of coloured fabrics. I noticed the timer and pulled the lever beside me, holding it down. The loud humming stopped. The vortex still circled, carried by momentum, but slowed. The water level lowered, rapidly draining out of the tank, leaving the cleaned garments behind.

“Kelsie?... KELSIE!”

The young girl with bleached-blonde hair was staring down at her phone, a big black pair of headphones on her head, sipping soda from a can. No reaction. I needed her to do her part, and pull her lever while mine was down.

“HEY!”

Wide frantic waving. She finally noticed me, pulling the headphones down to her neck. I could hear the loud music coming from them even from a distance.

“Kelsie come on! Open your chute before it drains. Unless you want to fish the wet clothes out by hand.”

She scoffed obnoxiously at me and pulled down the lever beside her. In the tank wall below her, a circular panel opened up. The cleaned clothes bobbing in the sinking water were sucked up into it, carried off to the adjacent tank for a spin-dry.

The machine was an older mechanical construction still in use by our industrial laundromat. Dirty clothing was sent here by the tonnes, cleaned in bulk inside the main tank measuring 5 metres in width and length and 2.5 metres in depth.

The job wasn’t difficult, but it required attentiveness from the two operators up on the metal walkways above the machine’s rim. My current operating partner Kelsie was the niece of a senior manager of this industrial laundromat, here on an internship. She spent every second making it very clear she’d rather be anywhere else.

With the tank emptied, I readied the machine for the next load, adjusted settings such as time and water temperature. I pulled another lever and a slot opened, allowing a torrent of pantyhose to spill down into the tank.

I heard a clattering as Kelsie dropped her empty soda can on the metallic walkway, her attention locked back onto her phone.

“Hey! You’re not supposed to even have food or drink up here.”

“Whatever. I’m going out to make some calls. And get another drink. Cover for me.”

“Cover for...? Do your job!”

“Relax bitch. I’ll be back in a bit.”

I was simmering as she descended the stairs leaving me alone on the walkway. Her total lack of work ethic aggravated me. The nepotism kept me from raising a stink about it.

Speaking of which, the pile of worn pantyhose was a particularly pungent batch. I looked forward to cleansing it under a load of soapy water. I couldn’t move onto that step however since Kelsie still hadn’t returned, and we needed to engage the levers simultaneously for safety reasons.

We were falling behind schedule. Even though we’d both get in ‘trouble’, I’d be the only one suffering any actual consequences and risking job security. I needed to progress now.

I had an idea. I took off my cardigan and twisted it up into a thin cord. I pulled my lever and tied the cardigan around it and a railing, holding the lever down. Now I could cover Kelsie’s side myself. 

I walked around the walkway to her corner and pulled the lever that she should have been here for. The humming started up again. As I turned to return to my post, my foot stepped on something. Kelsie’s discarded can rolled beneath my foot, making me stumble.

“Aaahh!”

I staggered to the side. And fell straight down into the tank.

My fall was cushioned by the full load of pantyhose, but I was far from happy with that. The odour was overwhelming, suffocating my senses. I sank several layers down, only my shoulders and head poking above the top layer, gasping for fresh air.

hsssss

One side of the tank had a water hose extending into it. The next step had started. Water spurted out of it, beginning to fill the tank. I felt the warm liquid at my feet. I had to get out immediately.

I tried to crawl forward, towards the ladder at the far corner. My feet weren’t on a solid enough base to walk. I had to do a front-crawl swimming motion. I barely moved. Each stretch of my arm resulted in a leg of hosiery snaking around it. Rather than propel me forward, all my movements contributed to me becoming more enveloped.

The tank contents started rotating. The whirlpool was beginning to build. My struggles became more frantic, pulling more wrappings around me. My legs got tangled up and lashed together. My arms were draped with thick sleeves of wet leggings. It became harder to keep my head up. I kept dipping and getting a mouthful of dirty pantyhose.

I heard the clank of footsteps. Kelsie had finally returned.

“Kels-euphh! Gah. Kelsi-mmh! Kelsie!!”

I spluttered through the filthy clothing, trying to call out. Kelsie didn’t look down. Her headphones were back on and she was staring at her phone, sipping her drink.

“For God’s sa-ughhmph!”

I was drowning in laundry and she was too negligent to even notice. In fact it was worse. She absent-mindedly pulled the next lever, paying no attention to whether it was even time.

The side-chute opened up. I had fumbled and flopped my way to the side wall, the current carrying me most of the way there. The ladder was a short way away but it was against the pull of the current. I pawed out desperately trying to grab the wall for friction or to find something to hold. My nylon covered hands slipped against the metal, and I was flung away from it.

The sucking sound grew loud as I was pulled down towards the chute opening. Even if my arms were free to grab and my legs free to kick, I wouldn’t be able to resist the suction force. I was pulled feet-first inside with a loud schloop!

I got stuck partway in. The chute divided into a Y-split after few feet. I was wedged against the split, a leg sticking inside each branch. The siphoning effect was slowed to a near-stop thanks to my body clogging the opening, but there were enough gaps around me that a piece zipped in here and there.

The pipe was filled around me, squeezing me inside a thick blanket of nylon. New pieces of foul smelling pantyhose fell inwards, slapping across and sticking to my face, building up into a hood.

“Kel-mmmhhhhh!”

My last attempt to call out let a clump slip right into my mouth. I was being gagged and coated in dirty clothing. I could still hear the water pouring in in the distance. If I wasn’t rescued soon...

The chute I was stuck inside of hummed and rattled constantly. With my legs spread and the constant sucking pressure, I was wedged very firmly against the Y-split. Those vibrations passed all the way through me. It was an unbearable irresistible surge of euphoria.

My moans for help turned into moans of pleasure. I was in great danger yet to my deep shame, I was enduring a stronger stimulation than any normal vibrator could give. Any attempted wiggling to slip away from it just added to the sensation, and created a bit more space for me to become wrapped in pantyhose.

I was fully cocooned now in brown and beige and tan tights, my breathing thick through the heavy aroma I was almost choking under.

“Mmmhh... mmmhhhhh!!!”

I let out ecstatic muffled cries as the unending vibration brought me to a peak. Stuck halfway down a chute, despite the peril and the humiliation and the disgust, I orgasmed harder than I ever had in my life.

The water had risen to the level of the chute, seeping inside and soaking my body and the wrapping clothes. I waited for it to reach my face. It stopped.

The hum of the machine slowed down. The swirl of pantyhose slowed as well but I still felt them smack against my blindfolded head as they passed.

I faintly heard a voice from above.

“Nina how the hell did that happen?”

“Mmm...”

“Whatever. You’ll have to wait for it to fully drain and for someone else to fish all the half-washed stuff out. I’m not stepping down into that nasty pile for you.”

“Mmmph!”

“I heard those horny sounds you were making. Did you really just... Oh my god you did! Ugh that is so nasty. Guess that means you’ve dirtied up this batch. It’ll have to go through again. Want me to start up a new cycle now~?”

“MMMPH!”