Let Us Use the Laundry Machine! - Laundry Room Domination, Pt. I (Femdom Caption Story)

Asian Femdom | College | Foot/Smell Fetish | 430 Words

You have been waiting to use the laundry room in the basement of your dorm for an hour, and finally a machine frees up. That’s when an Asian female student comes in carrying a basket full of laundry and looks at you with an overpoweringly cute expression on her face and says, “Excuse me. Can we use the machine first?”

You are overwhelmed by her beauty, but you try to argue that you were there first. Haltingly, you say no.

The girl carrying the heavy laundry basket starts to get angry at you.

Then you hear from behind, “Yuna, don’t worry. I’ll handle this. We can convince him give the machine to us.”

As pretty as the girls are, you are starting to get annoyed. This is your machine. You have class in an hour. You can’t wait. Then you see the other girl standing behind her. You vaguely recognize her.

“Hi, I’m Hana. Yuna is my roommate. We’re exchange students from Korea,” she says. “Sorry if it’s a bother for you, but we just have so much laundry, and we’re new in this country, so we would appreciate it if a gentleman like you showed how chivalrously hospitable American men are.”

You are so sympathetic to such superior Asian femininity that you might just comply willingly.

“Besides,” Hana continues, reaching into her basket and grabbing two dirty socks from within the pile and reaching them out towards you. “I have something you might like.”

You can’t help but feel turned on. But why is she doing this to you?

“I saw you at the gym. When I was finished deadlifting, you complimented me. On my socks.”

She was wearing thigh-high frilly pink socks with bows on the tops as she worked out.

“You must have been looking at my socks the whole time. You must like my used sweaty socks. So why don’t you take them?”

No! How could this happen to you! Your erection was showing in front of two girls you barely knew as they were discussing your foot and sock fetish. You left the laundry room without even taking the socks she was offering you and left the machine to them.

The voices of Hana and Yuna played over and over in your head as you lay on your dorm room bed reliving the incident. Their mocking tone. Your pathetic attempts to defend yourself. Hana’s piercing words as you retreated: “See how easy that was!”

You had class in half an hour and you had to choke one off before you went. You wished you had taken Hana’s sock.