Gathering, sorting, washing and even drying laundry doesn’t much bother me, but you’d be staggered by the seething ferocity of my hatred for folding laundry.
I stack it in a basket to await a time when folding it won’t annoy me too much. Of course that time never comes. Before long a single load multiplies into a half-dozen loads, and then I have an unwieldy leaning tower that drips children’s crumpled underpants every time someone wanders past.
Such a pile graced my kitchen not long ago on a day when my friend came over to mind the children. While I was gone, she took pity on me and folded the entire mess into a solid stack topped by my bedraggled granny panties, which she shaped into a cozy nest for the two silky things that desperately needed to be washed after last weekend’s debaucheries.
My very religious babysitter. Folded my clothes. Including my granny panties. And my fuck-outfits.
Nothing makes me feel more inadequate than finding out that the sitter has seen my granny panties and fuck-outfits. She said nothing, but she didn’t need to. I could read her thoughts.
I need a solution, so that in the future the babysitter does not need to suffer from my folding inadequacies. I’ve thought of hiding the tower of laundry when she comes over, but that’s really not a good solution.
Hiring a sissy-maid would be one possibility. Gawd I’d love that, but somehow I don’t think the people in my life would understand.
More than anything, I need a way of motivating myself to deal with laundry before it becomes such a nightmare. Think I could convince someone to fuck me from behind, with the condition that he’d only continue fucking if I folded laundry throughout?
That might be sufficient motivation.
Tried that while I bent over to dry my hair.
Yeah, not so much.
Motivating? Yes, but perhaps more distracting.
Your mileage may vary, but methinks I would be more motivated if he wasn’t allowed to fuck me at all until the laundry was folded. Or better yet, he should be required to participate in said folding duties in order to speed up the journey to the fucking-to-be-had-at-conclusion-of-folding. Wouldn’t that be swell?
BTW, I can’t stand folding laundry either. Yet, I despise ironing even more, so folding it is.
I have *exactly* the same beef with laundry! why can’t it fold itself?!? my current strategy is to pile it into semi-sorted-strata in the guest room, which is the closest room to the laundry room. guess what? there it stays and each day we go up there and rummage through the heap-o-wrinkly-BUT-CLEAN piles to dress ourselves. these days (I am thisclose to finishing my doctorate and my stress levels are, um, high) I am just glad I manage to keep us in clean socks and underwear. making time to fuck is way more important!
Foldfucking is rather… inefficient. One gets horribly distracted and the folds come out wonky or just not done at all.
I agree that perhaps withholding teh seks until foldings are completed would be better incentive.
My issue begins with getting the laundry out of the dryer when it’s done… I’ve only started to fold my clothes because those little wrinkles are what drive me crazy, and they happen quickly if you don’t fold them. That way I don’t have to put them back in the dryer or iron them as much later.
? has some advice for you. She admits to being somewhat biased, but she thinks you should get yourself a sissy. You wouldn’t even need to pay him. Just the idea of being ‘hired’ by a Goddess such as yourself would be payment enough. Hell, you could probably find sissies willing to pay you for the privilege of serving You.
As the Goddess, you are entitled to decide what attire (under and outer) and behaviour is appropriate. I perform most of my sissy duties in full view and nobody knows there’s anything ‘kinky’ going on.
If you’re sexually attracted to the sissy, you can use that to help motivate him. You could play with yourself on the couch beside the laundry pile and tell him he’s not allowed to have you until it’s all folded. Or you could spend the laundry folding time writing and the sissy would be darn lucky to have the privilege of even touching your laundry. If he ever needs to be reminded of that fact, disciple is a strong motivator; ? recently purchased a riding crop.
cheers,
sss
How about meeting the last option halfway:
You let a guy fuck you from behind, but only if he completes the folding? He could even use your back as a folding table.
Opportunity + Motive.
Tell me you don’t see the potential.
I crack myself up. :)
a. who says the religious babysitter isn’t secretly excited by the idea of what you are doing and you are helping her move past her conditioning?
b. I have known very religious women who were very highly sexual regardless of religion.
c. I sure hope you are not worrying about folding panties. I used to do that but I cured myself of the habit.. what a waste of time!
d. I think the sissy maid is a great idea and you even have a volunteer, it seems… NO ONE needs to know..
i am happy to fold laundry, as it means the ironing is less significant, but i will now be dissatisfied with such a boring incentive. I need to be fucked from behind.
At least she was folding clean panties and not washing the dirty ones.
Have you ever seen the little plastic folding thing. The pro’s use it for those perfect pleated folds. I think they’re pretty cheap and fast too.
http://www.nu-era.com/Flip-Fold-Shirt-Folder.asp
My king-sized bed is made less lonesome by the huge pile of clean laundry, that sits waiting to be folded and put away.
I’m so glad I’m not alone in my laundry inadequacies.
:)
I have the same issue with folding, I hide it from the sitter usually, but I also started washing my special items separately so they don’t end up in the same pile, then she can fold it all she wants:)
AAG, the flipfold is highly overrated. Yes, it makes a department-store fold. You still have to sit down, put the clothes in it, and be bored to tears working through the pile.
I third (fourth? fifth?) the suggestion for a sissy. And wish wholeheartedly for one of my own.
Hot: Sissy Maids.
Not Hot: FlipFold
Carry on…
:)
I always had a huge pile of clean, unfolded laundry. But in the Great Life Overhaul of ’06, I decided I was going to fold when laundry came out of the dryer.
What worked for me was deciding what _had_ to be folded. Shirts get hung, so they don’t need folded. I threw out every sock I had and bought several bags of standard white cotton socks, so they don’t need paired – they get tossed in a drawer. Panties also don’t get folded – they get tossed in a drawer. Jeans do have to be folded and stacked.
So now I dump the basket on the bed, and quickly sort into piles: shirts, jeans, panties, bras, socks, other stuff. I count the shirts, and go get that many hangers from the closet, then hang them all. Fold the jeans. Drop the panties, socks, and bras into the correct drawers, then fold and put away whatever’s left (nightshirt-type things, workout shorts, etc). The whole process takes 5 minutes, and the key is to do it one basket at a time, so you’re not overwhelmed.
“… the key is to do it one basket at a time, so you’re not overwhelmed”
Aye, there’s the rub…
I’m with archdiva–withholding privileges was always a better motivator for me. I suppose everyone responds to a different carrot-on-a-stick.
My clean, folded laundry never seems to get put away. Much to my dismay, my new overstuffed living room chair has become the receptacle, only to have the piles hurriedly tossed on the bed if someone comes over.
But even worse, I HATE to unload the dish- washer. I’ll use clean dishes out of it til there’s nothing left but a spoon and a drinking glass, while 2 sinks full of dirty ones pile up. I’m pathetic.
Every time I cleans my house I reward mysself with a hot steamy shower and a waterproof vibrator.
Could work with the folding flaw too, doncha think??
xo~Sadie
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I don’t mind any aspect of laundry and even iron a mean shirt. I will simply move in with you and we will split household chores. A commune. There, problem solved.
Awesome!
Can you pay your rent in lube and condoms?
:)
Hell, most of the time my laundry doesn’t even make to the basket. It usually just stays on the drying rack until I need it, or is replaced by more clothes to dry.
The few times I do get inspired to fold it and put it away. I just do it during the ad breaks while I’m watching TV. That way you only do it in bits and don’t have to sit through TV ads.
Never thought to get my shags to do it. Though one did make me a pie the other day in payment. Bloody nice pie. lol
Obvious solution:
1) Get a sissy maid…
AND
2) Get someone to fuck you from behind…
AND
3) Stop giving a shit what your babysitter thinks of your undies.
Why bother?
If you don’t want to fold clothes, don’t fold them.
1. Toss them into bureau drawers unfolded, OR
2. sort them into baskets unfolded and deliver the baskets to the appropriate rooms, OR
3. leave them in one huge pile and let people extract what they need as they need it.
The laundry in our household runs somewhere between options 2. and 3. Anyone who doesn’t like it is free to sort and fold whatever they like. (That includes the babysitter, although ours never did…)
The department of health hasn’t shut us down yet.
Pass it over here.
I’ll do it if you do my ironing ;)