Category Archives: Thaumatophilia

Punching your own one-way ticket #4: Butthurt?

For once the dirty picture can come at the top of the post because really, now many times in your life can a visual pun like this?

An illustration of a young lady punching her own ticket TNT Girl by the artist Gronc at Hentai Foundry (sorry about the verification wall), found by Bacchus at ErosBlog as part of one of his custom Rule 34 commissions.

Now, the substance.

Here’s a generalization about human psychology which my own experience confirms: if you spend years and years of your life struggling up path after path in life hoping that it will lead you out of circumstances that make your life a burden to you and into those in which it might be something of a joy, and you find each of those paths blocked over and over again, you are going to get, well, angry at the world. You are going to feel the temptation to bite back; Lex talionis is wired in. I suppose that if you’re a saint you might not have such a desire, but as it happens I am no saint and no amount of moralistic fist-shaking at me by other people can make me into one. What I do try to be rather than a saint is a reasonably civilized human being, and that means resisting the temptation to actually go around breaking things. And that act of resistance means (as do so many other such acts) having a powerful but thwarted desire.

And here again is where fantasy rides in. What cannot be elicited from the refractory and stingy world outside our skulls will be filled in by the far more generous and pliable one within.

As a baseline fantasy one might want to think of breaking something precious as a form of angry lashing-back at the world. The dominant ideology of our times tells us that human life is the most precious thing of all. Indeed, it tells us that each human life is equally precious. The reality of the matter is rather different. In the gritty cores of our cities children suffer and die every day and the society as a whole only shrugs and moves on. Their skin is the wrong hue and they live in the wrong place and so few people care. But let an upper-middle-class white girl (at least if she’s pretty!) get into serious trouble and just watch the frenzy of concern that results. (This is a phenomenon not lost on the more cynical and worldly characters in The Tales of Gnosis College.) In real-world practice if not in public rhetoric, not all are equally precious.

The more precious the being that breaks the more eloquent will sound the implied fuck you to the world. I suppose one could just imagine breaking the sexy and the brainy (my tastes, note, differ a little from those of society as a whole) as a form of imagined global retaliation. But notwithstanding Edgar Allan Poe’s famous dictum that “the death…of a beautiful woman is, unquestionably, the most poetical topic in the world” this approach strikes me as unsubtle. More subtle and therefore still more eloquent would be to have those who are most precious turn on the world, the ones who it would most favor, turn on it and reject it; dump their costly educations and their presumably glittering futures and opt out of it in the most dramatic way their means allow. Throwing in the character’s consent, indeed, enthusiastic embrace, gives the whole thing a snap that merely being the auctorial equivalent of a serial killer cannot. Throw an orgasm in as they make their way out and you have the makings of powerful fantasy material.

And there’s a meta level here as well (isn’t there always!). In writing stories that are as offensive in the way that they are — by showing characters who do not act as they “should,” by cracking through taboos about what constitutes “appropriate” and “healthy” behavior, I am doing my own bit to poke the society I inhabit in the eye. And that does make me feel better.

Punching your own one-way ticket #3: Life regret?

The late Robert Nozick in his 1974 philosophical blockbuster Anarchy, State, and Utopia offered a thought experiment called the Experience Machine. I’ve written about this thought experiment at ErosBlog and if you want to read its original version you can do so here. A very short version of the thought experiment would be this: imagine that there is a machine that you could plug yourself into that would provide you with a lifetime of truly wonderful experiences. Would you plug in for the rest of your life? Nozick and many of his readers would answer no. Nozick adds the gloss that plugging in for the rest of your life would be “a kind of suicide.”

I am persuaded that my life would have gone better if I had plugged into an Experience machine at the age of about 24 or so.

Readers of my Thaumatophile Manifesto will know that I went through a long bleak stretch of agonizing career collapse and romantic starvation in my young adulthood. The string of humiliations and failures that were part of this period stretched out over several years, although in my memory that all fail almost as if they happened last week. Indeed, I have spent the better part of two decades since that period feeling as if they all happened last week. In the later parts of this period I would go to bed at night (alone, of course) hoping that the life I was leading was all somehow a bad dream, and that when I awoke the next morning I would be waking up in my “Real” life, which would be better. I would often wake up disappointed that it wasn’t. Sometimes, when things were really bad, I would be disappointed to wake up at all.

Now, let me be try to be clear about a few things. I am not claiming that what I suffered at that time was in some way especially or unusually bad or that other people do not suffer worse. I think that many people suffer worse in this life. Possibly even most people suffer worse than I do. This awareness of relative privilege does not make me feel better, only pretty sad for humanity. The only claim I would wish to defend is that it was bad enough. What do I mean by bad enough? Bad enough that even though things in my life are materially better now than they were then, they are not so much better than I think that on any sensible aggregation over the whole of my life that I will be able to count my life as a positive thing. The deficit from the bad period is too large to be made up by whatever small surplus of good things over bad now exists in my life, and I don’t foresee for myself a future in which that surplus grows much. Indeed, mostly it will shrink; observation of other people and myself getting ever older tends to convince me that pleasures diminish and miseries accumulate as one gets old. There is a possibility that something will happen in my future that will make me glad I persevered through the misery of my late 20s, but I do not rate the probability of any such set of events and experiences as being very high. Perhaps the overall situation can best be explained with a financial analogy: imagine running up a huge debt during one phase of one’s life. Now you are earning, but not really all that much, and you expect your earnings to decline in the future such that you will never have a positive net worth, unless, perhaps, you win the lottery. And you’re really not that likely to win the lottery.

It was at about age of 24 that things began to sour in my life, and so if there was a point at which I should have been plugging into the Experience Machine, it should have been then. That marked the point where I would begin longing for escape, and the point where it would have been the most rational for me to consider punching my own one-way ticket. There might seem to be an air of paradox here for someone who in his last post on the subject considered the possibility that his fantasies were terror management. The apparent paradox dissolves, though, when we realize that (1) contemplating a past counterfactual is not the same thing as contemplating a future inevitable and (2) the Experience Machine is exactly the sort of hedonic sweetener that makes it possible to manage terror. It would have been an ideal escape even if — and at the same time, perhaps because of — being a kind of suicide.

On a recent episode of her subscription “In Bed with Susie Bright” podcast (Episode 582), Susie Bright, in the course of reviewing this book, speculated on the sexuality of Edgar Degas, as it might have been revealed by one of his most famous creations, this highly provocative image:

And to the obvious if boneheaded charge that this sculpture represented Degas perving out on a fourteen year-old girl, Susie advanced the observation that sometimes we create images of those they want to fuck, but that at other times we create images of those we want to be. Susie reads Degas’s sexuality as “masochistic, femme, and repressed,” a thesis surely consonant with the image.

And Susie’s insight generalizes. A lot, I am sure. Because it suggests that perhaps what I’m feeling toward all these characters of mine who punch their own one-way tickets is not hostility, but envy. They’re the ones who can actually take Phillip Larkin’s advice to get out as early as they can and avoid the miseries that beset us as we grind into adulthood. Ashley, Nanetta, Moira, Anwei, Millie Newman, Cassandra Kam, and any number of others to come (no spoilers!): they are the lucky ones. They have a sweetened escape, an ecstatic escape, even if it is too a kind of suicide.

The point would be incomplete without an illustration of ecstatic one-way ticket punching found in Bacchus’s custom Rule 34 search:

A photomanipulation SUPERvolunteer at DeviantArt by brazorf82.

Punching your own one-way ticket #2: Terror management?

So now I am going to engage in a bit of speculation about my own psyche. I have four conjectures about what need I might be fulfilling with my interest in one-way ticket punchers, and that means four posts (at least). None of the conjectures appears to me to logically preclude any of the others, so it is possible that all of them are true — we all have many needs, after all. It is also possible that any or all of them are false. As someone once said there is no royal road to science, and you have to go up a lot of blind alleys before you find the right path.

My first conjecture is that what I’m actually doing in writing one-way ticket-punching stories is terror management. The surest thing we know is that we are all going to die someday, and this prospect of our annihilation terrifies us. Most people cope with this terror either by adopting a religion that has a reasonably cheery view of an afterlife or by adopting some system of cultural meanings, either religious or secular, that reassures them that in spite of the temporal finitude of their lives they nonetheless have objective value. Both these paths are blocked to me. I know what the mad-dog naturalist knows, that death really is the end and that “objective” values or meanings are just illusions that careful analysis will dispel.

The thought occurs that while a mad-dog naturalist cannot avail himself of the consolations of religion, but those of philosophy are still open. There is something here. As a matter purely of the intellect, Epicurus was right. It is irrational to be afraid of death, for where we are death is not and where death is we are not. Death is not some sort of bad experience we can have, it is only the end of experiences. The problem for this elegant view is that we aren’t creatures of the intellect exclusively, or perhaps even primarily. (I shall grant that the view probably worked for intellectual supermen like Epicurus himself and also probably David Hume who clearly shared it but I, alas, am just not on their level.) The fear of death is like having a strong phobia, one that you are quite unlikely to rid yourself of even with the best of philosophy. The reason that this fear is so refractory is that it has probably been wired into us by our evolutionary history. Given how miserable life often is, nature needed a whip to wield over us to keep us going, and fear of death would have worked well. Those of our primate ancestors who lacked such a fear would have been succumbed to the dangers and fatigues of the world. Those who had it struggled onward, surviving to produce more little primates who would be our ancestors. Against the tremendous influence of millions of years of evolution, cultural innovations of the last few thousand years like philosophy struggle mostly in vain.

So what is one to do, aside perhaps from nurturing the faint and flickering hope that in one’s lifetime a positive technological singularity arrives and death itself dies? Well, one thing one might do is what I here have done, and try to re-imagine death as a process led up to by the most extraordinary of erotic experiences. Enough sweet will cancel out the bitter.

Bacchus’s research turned up any number of examples of people creating work that has the property of erotic experience ultimate in two distinct senses of the word, la petite mort and la grande mort at the same time. Here I’ll share two. One is a story — magical rather than mad science but well within the concept, entitled “Sculptura” and written by an author working under the name Redline. A young woman goes in for a transformation which it seems she pretty clearly knows will be one-way. But what a way!

She groaned, arcing her head back from the waves of pleasure caused by the crafting, and reached one flame-red hand towards her sex. The flesh there was taking on a more intense white-hot glow than the rest of her did, and I gently pushed at her spirit, guiding the curious hand away. She moaned loudly in disappointment, her head rolling from side to side as the energies of the enchantment coursed within her. Her insistent cries were more than enough reason for me to continue — her sexual energies were mounting swiftly under the effects of the spell, and I intended to use that to my advantage.

As the glow intensified, with patterns of orange and yellow dancing on the white-hot flesh, I began the core of the ritual. Her body slid downwards under my mental urges, and she lay on her right side, propped up by her elbow. Gently, I pushed her spirit body here and there, the flesh connected to it moving in unison. Her right leg drew towards her chest, sliding along the smooth marble of the studio floor, while her left leg angled back, the tiny toes curling back with the arch of her instep. Smiling, I noticed that the angle of her hips had parted her sex, and smiling to myself, I released the hold on left arm, allowing her curious fingers to slide towards it. Gently, she parted her womanhood, and slid a single finger within; her movements became more and more primal, more and more carnal. This was the moment I was waiting for, and as she tossed her head back in the throes of orgasm and opened her tiny mouth in a scream of release… I closed the crafting.

Readers paying attention to the title will well be able to guess where all this thaumaturgy is heading.

Rather more controversially, many of the stories associated with the notorious Dolcett have the property of providing their protagonists with an ecstatic and apparently voluntary end. An example called “Current Affair” starts like this:

I wouldn’t defend this work as particularly well-drawn or -written, but it is within the concept. Our heroine clearly has terror (“Gulp!”), but she is managing it with the promise of an erotic payoff. If you have a strong stomach, you can follow the rest of the story here.

Punching your own one-way ticket #1

Consider this set of facts about my own fiction, reader. I seem to have a lot of characters who, most of them attractive young women who one way or another, manage to bring about their own ends, in a spectrum of possibilities the “nice” end of which involves a transformation so dramatic that they have completely departed from their previous existence and in the not-so-nice end of which they are basically annihilated. Ashley Madder, in The Apsinthion Protocol, was perhaps the first of these to go. Her transformation into a statue of herself was certainly unexpected, although there are hints in the text that perhaps this was something she may have wanted to happen. Nanetta Rector and Moira Weir in the end put themselves through a one-way liquification process from which it seems unlikely that they will ever return. Li Anwei at the end of that first volume is clearly undergoing some sort of bodily transformation and chooses to disappear into the sea, thus departing from human society. And the departures continue in later volumes: the minor character of Donna in Bridget O’Brian’s narration in Study Abroad, chooses to enter the Kupler-controlled sexual underworld without the possibility of self-extrication, surrendering her fate to those who control it. In the same volume, Iris Brockman gives up her life in the Club Cuisine and only “gets it back” under strange and questionable circumstances. Maureen Creel does something similar at the end of Invisible Girl, Heroine. John Samson, transformed into an enslaved female submissive in her own mind at the end of Gnosis Dreamscapes chooses to remain in that dream realm rather than wake up.

Those are examples from the recent past, and looking ahead to what I have planned out for the future I see much more of the same. Judging by the obsessive amount of energy I pour into the matter, I seem to be fulfilling some deep psychic — and probably erotic — need with stories whose protagonists make ultimate sacrifices for erotic ends. For lack of a better word I call this phenomenon “punching your own one-way ticket.” I have to wonder to myself what is going on here? Do I need a Thanatophile Manifesto to go along with my Thaumatophile Manifesto?

I can’t claim to have any real answer to the question of why I have the kinks I do and I’m not sure anyone else does, either. But science cannot begin without either observation or conjecture, and so I’m willing to gather a little data and do a little bit of self-searching (and perhaps self-lacerating) speculation.

To the end of doing this I’ve had the help of an excellent friend, Bacchus of ErosBlog, who took on a large Rule 34 research commission from me to find other examples of one-way ticket-punching. I placed this commission in the conviction that encounters with art can awaken things in one did not know — or best barely knew — were there. As usual, Bacchus did not disappoint.

“Volunteer” by ~makar013 at DeviantArt, an image found by Bacchus as part of his Rule 34 commission.

I’ll integrate some of Bacchus’s results with my own speculations over a series of posts for the next few days. I hope that it will at least make for some interesting reading. And who knows, perhaps it might also help advance the psychology of perversion one more inch.

Tumblr find: Let’s melt you!

Whatever there is, you can find it if you look hard enough. One of these is the strange, bu to me strangely compelling, melting girl fetish. It has shown up a number of times here at Erotic Mad Science, especially in our early days, for example here and here and here and here and here and here.

So it was with tremendous pleasure that I discovered that someone has recently started a tumblr called Let’s Melt You which appears to be devoted to this strange kink. An example of what you can find over there:

Be sure to head over and show the proprietor some love, especially if you have images to share!

Fifi Tumblr special: real-world tube girl

Fifi at Feeling is First continues to show why she’s special in the tumblr world by finding images like this one, a rare example (here is another) of a real-world, live action tube girl.

Fifi’s included text explains the image:

Nightclub dancer. Beirut. 1966. When Lebanon was the Riviera of the Mediterannean.

Sigh. Hat tip to Bacchus at ErosBlog, who brought this image to my attention, and who also good at finding Fifi special.

Rule 34 Report: Slime Transformations

A while back I commissioned KristinF to do a sequence called Goo Girl Genesis, in which a human woman was transformed — via mad science, naturally — into a a living gel or goo in a female shape. I was playing with a trope known as the “goo girl” or “slime girl.” Since I have a healthy curiosity abot the weird, I naturally wondered whether there were any other examples of this sort of narrative out there. Well, if it can be found out there is a man who can find it out, and that’s Bacchus at ErosBlog with his unique, human-driven Rule 34 searches. For a very modest commission I was able to get the following lengthy report, which I have made into a post with a little bit of editing and illustration and present for your perusal and enjoyment. Bacchus’s original text (except where hyperlinked) is in red, and my occasional glosses are in black.

You asked for a full treatment on the topic of human women being transformed into slime creatures or “goo girls”, providing one example of your own:

Naked coed turned into blue goo girl

As you already know, this sort of thing is not extremely common. I was not able to come up with any organized communities of fans of this particular transformation. However, the “goo girl” and “slime girl” communities more broadly are very large and searches on these terms (plus “transformation”) have been somewhat useful. Below are some resources for those communities; these links are likely to be fruitful places for ongoing search and monitoring, and were among the starting points for finding the specific goo-girl transformation links listed later in this report:

Slime girl groups at DeviantArt:
• http://slime-girls-lovers.deviantart.com/
• http://slime-time.deviantart.com/

Slime girl art at e-hentai galleries: http://g.e-hentai.org/tag/slime+girl/0

[Faustus notes: an eye-catching example of the genre, attributed to the artist “Kaboozle,” at the link provided above is here:]

Slime tag at tentaclerape.net: http://tentaclerape.net/post/list/slime/

See also a discussion thread about various methods of transforming into slime girls, with reference to various slime characters from gaming and other sources:

http://azurechromatic.deviantart.com/journal/poll/2130313/?offset=110

I looked hard for, but did not find, fanfic or erotic stories with slime girl transformation elements. It’s out there; I just failed to find it I think. Nor did I have much success finding relevant movies or television.

Specific human-to-slime/goo transformation links:

Nice transformation sequence: http://chronorin.deviantart.com/art/Claire-the-Slime-Girl-sequence-200914471

She’s just chugged a potion that turned her to slime, and she’s delighted: http://lorddragonmaster.deviantart.com/art/Gooey-Goodness-341587035

Female slime creature is transforming a girl to be like herself:

[Faustus: an unusually appealing transformation!]

Two relevant images on this page — A furry girl gets absorbed by “the living latex” and three furry girls get transformed into a “pleasure slime.”

A sequence, girl meets slime, is turned liquid, does not survive?
• http://tentaclerape.net/post/view/14689#search=slime
• http://tentaclerape.net/post/view/14690#search=slime
• http://tentaclerape.net/post/view/14691#search=slime
• http://tentaclerape.net/post/view/14692#search=slime (best)
• http://tentaclerape.net/post/view/14693#search=slime

Nice photo-manipulation of a girl dissolving into a puddle on the floor.

[Faustus: Liquid girl by ~jese-mx. Nice indeed!]

Simple drawing, nude girl shocked to be transforming into slime.

Description and art of a sort of slime succubus who envelopes victims and converts them into slimes.

Cartoonish slime girl drawing, artist backstory involves error by mad-scientist father and her volunteering to be his test subject.

Slime girl drawing, artist backstory includes detailed prose transformation scene involving a broken crown of goo.

Sketch of a woman getting “zapped” into slime (4 views).

A few paragraphs in this prose story about a slime girl non-consensually converting her sister to a “slime neko cat girl” by rubbing slime on her.

Backfiring spell turns both target and caster into goo girls.

Notional “slime girl” person with fixed human form loses that form and starts to ooze during sexual arousal.

Bear rug turns gooey and tries to absorb girl lying on it. [Faustus: I read this as a guy.]

Slime girl in human form has sex with male person, turns him to slime and absorbs him.

Slime person of uncertain gender — female pronoun, visible penis — turns liquid, bites and liquifies sex partner, infiltrates same.

More slime person conversion/merging during sex.

Two girls are seduced and turned to slime girls by other slime girls (physical form stays fairly fixed).

[Faustus: this Spanish-language manga sequence is quite fetchingly drawn. Here is a sample:]

Slime queen eating people who will eventually be birthed into more slime girls.

Not porn, but there appears to have been a sequence in The Daring New Adventures Of Supergirl (##1-3) in which a villain named “Decay” gets turned into a brown oozing slime villain by psionic attack, before eventually being turned back again. Haven’t hunted down the comics, but you can see him in slime form on the cover of #3.

Not porn, but there’s an episode of the Power Rangers TV show that seems to feature people being transformed into slime by a potion.

Apparently there is a horror movie called Slime City in which a man eats the wrong thing and is transformed into slime, which process can be reversed (or slowed) when he murders people.

Off-topic but related links:

Slime girl transformation of a different type, namely a sped-up video of a slime girl being drawn with photoshop.

Video of the play of a Japanese slime monster video game (Monster Girl Quest) in which text prompts tell the tale of how the male hero is seduced, enveloped, and enslaved by a slime girl.

Slime inflation/explosion scene — video game fight scene where female character is pumped full of slime.

She’s assaulted by slime from her bathtub tap, but not transformed.

A pretty slime girl bottled in lab glassware.

[Faustus: Bottled Slime by ~buttercupbabyppg, which is a neat combination of mad science and slime girl themes. And she’s just adowable, too!

Tube girl/monster transformation.

I hope this is enough slime/goo/liquid transformation links for you!

A Rule 34 Search: Forced washing

As those of you who are regular readers of ErosBlog should be aware (and those of you who are not regular ErosBlog readers ought to be!) its proprietor Bacchus is now offering a Rule 34 Research Service. “Rule 34” is a grand principle sometimes stated as “if it exists, there is a porn of it.” The philosopher in me cannot help but add a tiny emendation to “exists,” which is to be interpreting it broadly to include mental as well as physical objects, and “there is” means that it can be found somewhere in human culture and, probably, on the Internet. Thus in this sense Sherlock Holmes “exists” even though he is a fictional character. And via Rule 34, we can also conclude that porn of Sherlock Holmes getting it on with Dr. Watson is to be found on the Internet. For that matter, porn of Sherlock Holmes getting it on with Gandalf is also to be found on the Internet. You get the picture. Or if you don’t, there’s always Google image search.

And, for highly specialized subjects for which the touch of a true human expert is needed, there’s Bacchus, who would be Distinguished Professor of Pornography if any such position existed. (Sadly, there is no analog to Rule 34 for academic positions!) Since it happens that I do have some rather specialized interests (have you noticed?), I decided to give Bacchus’s service a whirl.

I proposed to him that he try looking for examples of what might be called “forced washing” as an erotic trope. I had played with this in the “washing machine dream” sequence that appeared in the final chapter of Gnosis Dreamscapes and, as I claim for myself depravity but not originality, was interested to see what else might be out there.

Here is what Bacchus came up with. I have done some light editing to make it more post-like and included some images. I have placed Bacchus’s text in red to distinguish it from me own.

Bacchus’s Rule 34 Report

Hi, thanks for ordering a comprehensive Rule 34 report! You asked for a full treatment on the topic of women being forcibly and mechanically washed (and, inevitably, stimulated as well, if the washing be thorough) in the style depicted in your Gnosis College comic sequence that stars the Lav-O-Matic X5000.

Although I did not find much in the way of fully-developed long-format porn on this topic, it’s a recurring trope in both porn and popular culture, with several nice examples available.

Lav-O-Matic Analogs In The Real World:

Efforts to actually manufacture robotic washing machines for humans have actually been made. Although these devices have fewer moving parts than the Lav-O-Matic X5000 and seem not to be designed for “fully managing” the movements of the washees, that’s perhaps something a creative tinkerer could improve upon!

From history, we have Sanyo’s Ultrasonic Bath human washing machine, as demonstrated at the 1970 Osaka World Expo. It’s deliciously pod-like and includes vigorous automated massage

Sample illustration at the link, click through for more:

In 2004 an updated version of this appears to have been marketed to nursing homes.

You could do a lot with one of these by adding a padlock and navigating the pain/pleasure spectrum by tinkering with the water temperature…

See also this Japanese robotic hair-washing device. I09 calls it “oddly sensuous” and has video:

See also this real vintage hair drying machine.

Moving on to toilets, the notorious Japanese “smart toilets” include seat heat, massage, adjustable water sprays and jets fore and aft, and in some cases, smart-phone apps for control. It seems natural enough that these devices could be (have been) end user modified (bondage fixtures affixed plus vigorous use of massage functions and water jets) and/or hacked for remote control surprises. However, I was unable to find any porn of that (yet).

Lav-O-Matic style Machines In Popular Culture (non-porn)

The ur-story on this that everybody has seen is the Silly Symphonies “Practical Pig” episode where the Big Bad Wolf is captured and bound in a robotic lie-detecting machine. When he lies, the machine scrubs his mouth out with soap, gives him a spanking, and raps his knuckles with a ruler. (The fun starts at 4:50)

A couple of fanciful personal grooming robots (consensual) can be found in these pictures.

There are also two fanciful robotic personal grooming machines (one for men, one for women) and a robotic valet depicted in the 100-year-old postcards shown here.

Example: click through for the full article.

Mechanical/Forcible Washing In Porn

The closest commercial porn to this fetish probably comes out of Water Bondage, a no-longer-updated (and thus very cheap) porn site from Kink.com. Although they never built a fully-automated robotic people washer, they combined bondage and water and some very clever nozzles and sprayers and robotic/mechanical dildos, in a way that approaches the subject fantasy fairly closely. See, e.g. (there are more potential examples on the site) the 4th sample movie clip here. They also built an enormous (but hand-operated) dunk-tank-and-water-wheel bondage machine.

Forcible but not mechanical washing is also a common theme at Water Bondage.

Here are a few isolated washed-by-machine porn links I found, starting with one of your own commissions:

• https://eroticmadscience.com/2011/05/08/dynawash-by-niceman-and-asian-dyna/
• http://danbooru.donmai.us/posts/1029926?tags=washing (anime image; tentacles of some sort, perhaps controled by her mind, helping woman bathe)
• http://mistressdestiny.com/forums/showthread.php?t=342551 (femdom story of a man being treated as laundry by his girlfriend at the laundromat, including being run through a washing machine with her clothes)
• http://www.flogmasterstories.com/storybank/nannybot.html (story: woman is spanked and gets her mouth washed out with soap by a robotic nanny)

There’s a treasure trove of machine-washing erotic stories at this site:

http://www.grometsplaza.net/world/machine/machine1.html

They include:

• http://www.grometsplaza.net/world/machine/storiesad/carwash.html (story: woman in bondage in automated car wash)
• http://www.grometsplaza.net/world/machine/storiesad/carwash2.html (story: different woman, similar carwash setup)
• http://www.grometsplaza.net/world/machine/storiesad/catherine_getscleaned.html (story: prototype office cleaning robots thoroughly clean female intruder)
• http://www.grometsplaza.net/world/machine/storiesek/janegetslaundered.html (story: powerful robotic laundry system run amok)
• http://www.grometsplaza.net/world/machine/storiesek/kellygetswhatshedeserves.html (story: woman sent through industrial washing system by vengeful co-workers)
• http://www.grometsplaza.net/world/machine/storiesek/kennel_maidens.html (kennel employee trapped in robotic dog-washing mechanism)

Moving further afield, here are a few isolated bits of forced/bondage girl-washing porn, no robot or complex machine involved:

• http://www.erosblog.com/2009/01/04/bathtime-ur-doin-it-rong/ (bound in washing machine)

[Faustus interjects — can’t help including this one because it’s rather cute]

• http://www.erosblog.com/2012/11/12/the-cleaning-of-the-queen/ (bondage washing by slave girls)
• http://www.bondageblog.com/2011/08/17/power-wash-the-gangbang-girl/ (bondage washing with power brush)
• http://www.bondageblog.com/2010/10/13/your-hair-still-smells-like-my-cock/ (girl dunked/washed in garbage can)
• http://danbooru.donmai.us/posts/888504?tags=cleaning (bondage pussy cleaning)

And here’s a story of a high-tech home pleasure system hacked by adversaries, lots of robotic forced orgasms but no actual washing.

Final bonus link: Do not attempt to wash Mr. Happy Fun Tentacle Monster!