Clothes once washed and rinsed were manually fed through the wringer, then placed on clotheslines to dry. It was indeed possible to get a tit in the wringer!
Of course! I could easily see the connection, but...my imagination could not even approach what that would feel like for a woman!
I can easily relate to the pain of a man getting his privates zipped in a trouser zipper (”Franks and beans! Franks and beans!”) so I guess I can imagine just a little...
Mom used one of them in the ‘50s down in the basement. One of the newfangled things I’m most thankful for is the washing machine.
Oh, man. Those things mangled many hands, arms and t*ts!
Had high school friend who lost her arms in a wringer.