Chapter 56: Close call…

“Oh,” Melody replied, shifting her attention to the washing machine I was pointing at. “So how do you use it?”

“Well…” I glanced down at the laundry bin I had just set down. “Are any of these… uh… delicate?”

“What does that mean?” Melody asked, unsurprisingly. She’s never done laundry… to be honest I haven’t even done much laundry, my mom did most of it.

“Like… things that’ll break at high cycle speeds,” I explained, then squatted down beside the laundry and searched through them a little. Nothing looked particularly thin or anything so I think it’s fine… “It’s probably fine.”

Next I looked over the colors. Most of the clothes were black and gray, although a few were brighter colors… but I don’t really want to do a second load, since then I’d probably have to risk another trip wearing… this. A tail, panties, bra, and chains. I think the inevitable three trips is enough. No need for four. “Usually you’d do colors and black in different loads…”

“Why?” Melody asked, squatting down beside me.

“The dyes will leech out,” I replied. “Buts let’s just… do one load.”

“Why?” Melody tilted her head as I opened the washing machine, the circular door swinging out.

“Because…” How do I explain this in a way that won’t make Melody force me to make another trip? Uh… “There’s not many colors… it’d be a waste.”

“Okay.” Melody nodded… This feels very weird. Teaching Melody something… and being practically naked doing it.

“So now we just… toss it all in there,” I said, and began scooping the clothes into the machine. Checking pockets and things should probably be done now… but I think they’re all empty. Melody began putting the clothes in with me.

Once we had everything inside, I closed the washer, stood up, and searched around the room for some detergent, eventually locating a bottle of liquid detergent on a shelf a little above the machines, which I reached up to and brought down. “This is detergent…”

With the bottle on top of the machine, I opened up the detergent dispenser area, which was on the front-left corner, and opened up the bottle and explained to Melody. “You pour some in the cap, and then dump it in.”

“How much?” Melody asked, looking into the detergent dispenser area.

“Just… guess.” I replied, pouring it three-fourths of the way… which kinda just felt right? We had a pretty full load. “Less laundry, less detergent.”

And finally, I dumped it in, closed it all up, and moved on to the buttons. “Cold since there’s lots of blacks… and… no load size so it’s probably automatic… and a normal cycle since… normal.”

Then I hit start, and the display at the center of the machine popped up with a timer. Forty minutes… sounds right? Maybe. After that, I turned to Melody, who was staring at the washing machine as it began its… whatever it’s called. Honestly, I just know how to use the machines. Not much else. “Now we come back in forty minutes.”

“Okay,” Melody said, as she began walking toward the door, tugging my leash. The moment I took the first foot shuffle forward, I froze. There were footsteps behind the door. Someone was about to walk in. They hadn’t grabbed the handle yet, but the moment they did… we’d be fucked. I’d be fucked. Melody could easily blame me… that would be really hot… ruining my reputation but not hers.

Now I want to get caught. Wait. No. Bad. Getting caught would harm Melody. So no getting caught.

While I was frozen, so too was Melody. She unfroze before me however, and quickly spun around, shoved me back, and dropped my leash. I landed on my butt on the tiled floor, which was seriously cold, and seriously hard. That would definitely bruise. Not that I minded. I’d already let Melody spank me… I want more of that.

Ugh! Stop being horny! You’re about to get caught! Stupid stupid stupid.

With my butt on the floor, I pushed myself back using my chained hands, one on each side of me, which had the side effect of running the chains down my stomach and making me even hornier… not to mention the dirt on the floor, all on my ass now… such a dirty little slut… a slut that needs to be punished. With a nice spanking and whipping from Melody—No. Bad. Stop.

I glanced behind me, seeing the space between the dryer and the small room’s far wall. There was some storage stuff crammed up against the wall, but between the cabinet and dryer, there was empty space. Probably dirty, but empty. I shoved myself into the gap, brought my legs to my chest, and hugged them, trying to make myself as small and unnoticeable as possible.

Once I was sufficiently hidden, which only took about two seconds despite it feeling like a decade, Melody turned around and opened the door, instantly began a conversation with Clay, who was right behind it. Although I couldn’t see right behind it. I couldn’t see any of what was happening. I could only hear some slightly muffled voices.

Melody began the conversation, acting like she had just coincidentally, for no reason, opened the laundry room door right as Clay was about to open it. “Oh! Hey Clay, Clay hey.”

“Hi Mel,” Clay greeted back, then asked. “Did the dungeon raid go well?”

“Yes… yes,” Melody awkwardly replied and I caught the edge of her body shifting around a little. Shifting out of my sight, where she was blocked by the dryer, which was probably initial since the door swung open and revealed the washing machines first.

“Laundry?” Clay questioned, getting a brief glimpse of the room and likely hearing the laundry machine as it spun. “Since when did you do laundry?”

“Uh…” Melody chuckled, rabling some nonsense before ending with, “No maids… you know?”

“I suppose,” Clay replied, followed by sounds of feet moving… but nothing I could see. It was probably Clay trying to enter the room, and Melody blocking it.

“So why are you here?” Melody asked, after which I heard another wave of foot shuffles. Once again, probably Clay trying to enter the room, or Melody trying to shove him out. Both of which are… not good things.

If Clay enters… well… he’ll see me. He’ll see my collar… my lingerie… my leash… and probably worst of all, the tail plug that also forced my panties down a little… down more than when we started. All the walking and shuffling around the building has only led to the panties falling further down my legs.

I would tug them up… but right now it would be way too loud. And if I accidentally hit my tail plug… I’d blurt out something… probably a moan. That would be even worse than being seen like this… if he knew how horny I was. If he knew how wet I was right now… Oh god. I’m probably making a puddle on the ground. Fuck me.

Wait no. Fucking me would… be very very loud. Can’t have that. Fuck Clay. Fuck him until he leaves the room. Of course, that would be quite a bit worse than what I assume Melody is attempting, to naturally push him out of the room. Naturally… yeah like that’ll ever work. Clay would probably get even more suspicious, and then he’d walk in… and if he walks in knowing we’re hiding something… Eek! He’d notice every little detail, and it would one hundred percent stick with him for his entire life. Please no.

While my mind raced itself into a hole of depravity, Clay replied to Melody’s question. “Just need a couple rolls of toilet paper.”

After that, I saw a hand pop out from the corner of the dryer. A male hand, which was quickly pushed back by Melody’s own as she replied, “I’ll grab one for you.”

Melody turned around, searching the room, until her eyes settled just above me, and she walked over, carefully blocking my entire body from view. With Melody’s body blocking me… from one angle at least, hopefully Clay couldn’t see anything else… and hopefully he didn’t take this opportunity to enter the room…. Melody reached up above me, and my eyes followed, seeing rolls of toilet paper stacked on a black wire shelf above me. Melody took one, turned around, giving me a view of her back, until she stepped forward a little and was hidden by the dryer again. “Here!”

“Thanks… Mel,” Clay’s wavering voice answered. He was entirely confused about why Melody would ever grab toilet paper for him. But thank god, he didn’t investigate, and instead turned around, walking out the door, which Melody pulled shut the moment he left.

“Fucking hell…” Melody cursed, then walked back over to me, looking down at my curled up body, commanding, “Get up.”

I slid my legs forward, so they weren’t tucked up against my chest, and then pushed my hands down at my sides to prop myself up. Unfortunately, that didn’t work out well. The chain connecting my wrist cuffs prevented me from pushing down entirely, and when I tried I only pushed myself into the chain connecting them. This wouldn’t work… I stared up at Melody.

Melody sighed, squatting down, and grabbing my leash. Then she stood, and forced my body upwards from my neck. It worked. Fucking painfully that is. The collar’s leather dug into my skin and with all my weight leaning against it, it dug deep. It was brief, lasting only a few seconds, but… definitely painful… and definitely kinky… and I definitely want more of it, but not right now. Right now, we’re getting back to our room.

Mirroring my sentiment, Melody walked straight to the door, took a peek outside to make sure it was clear, and then we went straight back into our room, where we both collapsed onto the couch, and took some deep breaths. That wasn’t close at all. Nope.

Melody won’t make me go out like this two more times, right? Surely… I kinda want to though… that thrill… man… I love it.