Was meaning to write this up a long time ago, so some of this might be a bit hazy now but it's still worth trying to clarify my thoughts.
Back in the early summer I found myself up in Scotland and built up the courage to book myself in for a Splosh session with Megara Furie, with a vague request to play a quiz or game.

After a nervous wait for the arranged day to come around I arrived, eventually worked out how to open the garden gate and met Megara. From the off She was wonderfully welcoming and very accomodating of how obviously nervous and awkward I was. Agreeing upon doing a quiz for the session, and picking something I knew nothing about with a wry smile, I got changed into the clothes I'd brought to get messy (a bad choice of jeans that were too heavy to facilitate the feel of the various foodstuffs for a lot of the session) and was welcomed into the dungeon with a subtle comment that I didn't realise at the time was probably already playing with me mentally.

Too late to turn back I climbed into the tub and the quiz begins. For me I want to try to do well; it doesn't feel "real" if I'm intentionally failing just to get messy quicker. I can get messy on my own or with my partner; the point of trying this is the feelings of jeapardy and nerves from really being at someone elses mercy. A couple of questions in and I'm stumped. The worst kind as well in that I know the answer is somewhere in a dusty corner of my memory and yet I cannot bring it to bear.

The aprehension builds up. I give in. Custard all over my head. I shudder in what I'm still not sure was shock from the cold or the sensual release of days worth of nervous tension leading up to this.

And yet, at the same time, all of this felt disappointingly similar to sploshing on my own. I don't know if it was being unable to turn off some awkwardness of a stranger (and again, a really nice, welcoming, friendly stranger) doing this to me and that I shouldn't be arroused by this with them. Or just that it wasn't as creative as some of the sessions I'd done on my own. Wow, this sounds so much more negative than it should but I really didn't know what to expect going in. Maybe this was just what doing this is like and I'd built up my expectations too much. It certainly wasn't "bad". As the quiz continues the questions get harder, I fail more and more. The different foods feel nice like they always do. I start to loosen up a little bit and at least start to find fun in just how silly it is, the light teasing of Megara when I can't answer the question and some back and forth chat about it.

We would come to the end of this, I'd be glad I've done it once for the experience and be satisfied with that.

Then we got to what must have been two thirds through.

I was getting pretty heavily covered at this point. I'm still not entirely sure what the triggers of what happened next were. The ridiculousness of it all building up on me and how stupid I must have looked at this point? The music switching from more upbeat pop stuff to a Blonde Redhead song that I love? Megara throwing some trifle in my face after a particularly bad wrong answer? The questions were still getting harder such that I was only getting the rare one correct, and I think Megara was giving me more stick for my inability to answer so many of them.

And I just gave into it. My head starts to go light and fuzzy. I'm probably not fully aware of where I am and the questions just become impossible, not because they're difficult but that I am just completely broken down by the experience that I cannot think straight. Again I didn't realise this until coming to summarise my thoughts right now, but I'm sure She started throwing in questions on topics I'd forgotten I said I knew about earlier just to emphasise my absolute fall.

And I loved it. Maybe I'm wrong, but this really did feel like a light version of what people have described as subspace. Falling away into some happy headspace to deal with everything that was happening. The final treatment for how poorly I did was just the icing on the cake.

Once we'd finished I got to have what felt like the best shower in my life. we talk about how I was finding Scotland as I got dressed but to be honest my head was still a mess after what I'd just been through. I think my reply to if I enjoyed the session was some poorly blurted attempt at everything I've just worked out here. I had to sit in the car a few minutes afterwards to feel focused enough to drive.

So all this is really just a selfish way to try to work out what was going on in my head to make it such a special experience. But if you think that the domination side of splosh/WAM might also work for you I strongly recommend finding someone good like Megara Furie to visit.

Personally, I've finally made some free time and spare money to visit again. And I cannot wait.