It's laundry day and, as usual, you haven't cleaned your room or even sorted your dirty clothes for me. I'm sick and tired of you just sitting around all day, doing nothing. Instead of helping me, you grab a pair of my dirty panties from the basket, stuff them in my mouth, then tie me up on the floor with socks over my arms, and gag me with a dirty sock. As you can imagine, I'm not impressed, so I struggle around and moan through my gag, demanding to be untied. My pleas fall on deaf ears, however, as a pantyhood is added, made with another pair of my used panties. My shirt has also been pulled down to reveal my bra, my jeans unzipped, and one of my socks has been taken off to show I'm wearing a pair of pantyhose underneath. The whole contents of the basket are then poured over me so I'm covered in dirty laundry, and you then proceed to take photos of me on your phone. I feel totally humiliated as you leave me there in my predicament, with nothing to do but struggle around helplessly, amongst the pile of dirty clothes. I eventually managed to wriggle my way over to the door, with my jeans now round my thighs, exposing my panties, and turning the handle with my feet to find you standing outside, just looking at me. I make more angry demands for release, but I wonder if you can even understand my gag talk as the screen fades to black.