This hadn't exactly been how she had expected this weekend to go, Veri mused as she shifted slightly, relieving a little of the tension her arms understandable felt from being bound above her head for..she had no idea how long. Not that she had really known what to expect generally. After all, this was the first time she and her Paula had taken a trip away together, either as girlfriends or as mistress and slave. A distinction Veri had made a point of not enquiring about. She was nervous enough to begin with and she knew her nerves might just get the better of her if she got the answer she wasn't ready for yet. Yet those nerves were soothed a little by her trust in Paula. She had only accepted her as her mistress for a year now and they had been dating less than half that time, yet she did trust her. After all, she had never hurt her or pushed her beyond her limits. To her limits sometimes but never stepped over the line they'd agreed on.

None of which stopped the butterflies in her stomach as she crossed the threshold of the grand hotel Paula had booked them into, her hand trembling a little around the handle of the suitcase that trundled behind her. Paula had made no secret that she was taking her somewhere swish but she hadn't expected it to be this..grand. Paula had taken everything in her stride though, checking them in so casually she might have done this all the time. With her short business like black hair that matched her elegant dress style perfectly shown in her simple black skirt and shirt that formed one of her many power outfits, Paula could make herself comfortable anywhere. Even here, with the aforementioned familiarity of this place seemingly making this an everyday thing. Which she probably did, Veri reflected. Which might have explained why Very was swept along with the whole thing, caught up in the rush of being checked into the rooms, checking out the rooms, doing what little unpacking they could get away with then being swept downstairs for the most amazing meal Veri had ever had before they both 'turned in' for an early night. A night which left Veri utterly at her mistress' whims. And today it seemed was no exception.

After all, how could she resist when her mistress had dressed her in the elegantly stylish black leather corset with delicate studs and fastenings of bright silver over a tight pair of black panties before leading her through to what turned out to be a room adjacent to the room they had booked. And with good reason, for this wasn't your usual high class hotel room, no it was more akin to her mistress' playroom back home. Even with the heavy drapes pulled over the curtains, Veri could still make out the low bench and bondage chair and other paraphernalia of thier shared interest that surrounded thrm. But it was towards none of them she was lead, her eyes going wide as she saw the sturdy posts of carved wood traced with delicate patterns that proved to be the place destined for her. Not that she resisted, not even as her arms were attached securely to the cuffs connected to them for just the purpose of holding submissives like her. Normally Veri hated labels like that, but she couldn't deny this one was her to a tee. While normally outgoing and confident, she hid this deeply submissive side of herself from all but her mistress, the one woman who had seen through her straight away. While her body might have been constrained, that still left her mind free to wander towards what exactly her mistress had in mind for her. Each second bringing with it a new delightful thought for her to savour. Each session with her mistress was different, they had discussed boundaries of course. Yet each time her mistress found a new way to push those boundaries.

Which today seemed to be making her wait for her. Wait with nothing to do but squirm and think. And she was squirming, it was all she could do with the building heat and wetness between her legs, like a teasing itch that stayed just beyond the reach to scratch. Unrestrained it would have been all too easy to drop her hands and if not actually bring herself to a soft climax then take the edge off. Yet all she could do was rock and twist her hips against the panties that were definitely a size too small, which while feeling good at the start only heightened her frustrated arousal to almost fever pitch. A pitch that she could do nothing with, even her efforts at controlled breathing did nothing to quell.

And certainly wasn't quelled by the whisper that caressed her ear. 'Hello my dear. Have you been a good girl?'

'Yes, mistress.' Veri felt her breath hitch up simply from the sudden presence as much as the hands that came to rest on her hips so delicately.

'We will see about that, won't we. Ohhhh...I think someone's been naughty.'

Veri blushed at that, that exclamation coming as her mistress' hand slipped into her panties and against her very obvious wetness. 'But the good kind of naughty. My kind of naughty. And today is going to be very naughty. Here, I have something for you.'

Veri had no idea what that meant, but she wasn't entirely surprised when her mistress slipped a heavy leather blindfold over her eyes. This was something they had experimented with before and it always gave her a thrill, the added helplessness of the lose of her sight. What she wasn't expecting was the sudden feel of something else being slipped over her head.

'Wha..what's that?' Very dared to ask, her voice filled with a slight tremor.

'It's a mask. And don't you make a cute little vixen.'

She had no idea what to make of that. Or of what she said next.

'I think others would think so too. Seems a shame to deny them that.'

A question, a repost to that of sorts was growing on her lips when a sound reached her ears that made her blood run could and her lust unwillingly spike higher. Blindfolded though she was, there was nothing wrong with her hearing. And she easily recognised the unmistakable sound of the heavy curtains being pulled open. She could swear she could feel the sunlight on her face, even with her vision darkened. But..did that mean..could Paula..her mistress..have really done that? Really opened the curtains and left her exposed to all who could be watching. And lots of people could be watching. This hotel is surrounded by so many other buildings of equal height. More hotels. Blocks of flats. Offices even. Right now an office of interns could be staring at her, gawking even. And heaven help her, didn't that excite her even more.

'Hmmm...yes..you do look so good. So good that it would be a crime to hide you away in here so people can't see you. And see what I'm going to do to you.'

'Wh..what are you going to do to me, mistress?' Veri couldn't resist asking that question. Not that it was improper. Time was, she wouldn't have dared risk seeming to question her mistress that way. But they had moved beyond that. Now it was just her curiosity bubbling over.

'Oh..you will see. Be a good girl and wait here. I'll be back.'

Not that she had a choice, Veri mused, shifting slightly in her bonds, her cheeks blazing with flushed excitement as she imagined people pointing and staring at her, sharing shocked looks and comments that would no doubt have made her glad her face was hidden. Those thoughts couldn't hold her attention for long, her mind quickly having wandered onto what he mistress had in mind for her.

She didn't have long to wait. Unknown to her a small number of waiters were ferrying in the delights her mistress had for her, placing the trays that contained them around her to her mistress' silent directions. The first she knew of it was the sweet smell that aroused her senses as well as sending fresh stirs to her lusts. She recognised the sweet, delicious smell instantly, almost tasting it before her mistress let a drop of the custard drip onto her tongue. And it was a taste that sent a fire to her loins.

There was nothing to stop the moan that rolled from her throat, urged on not so much by the simple taste but by the revelation of what exactly awaited her. It had taken months for Veri to even feel she could open up about this most secret of desires to her mistress and while they had dabbled in it before, they had never seriously indulged , something that was maybe going to change today. After all this promised to be something new, something daring. They had done this before after all..but not like this..only privately..not with her so exposed and for all to see. Yes..this would be....mmmm...

Despite her blocked vision, Veri couldn't help her head twist towards the sudden pressure that touched her bare shoulder, almost shivering from the silken touch of the custard now cascading over her left side, no doubt staining the corset bright yellow as it worked its way down over her side and hips alike, the low womanly flare it found pushing it out to dribble into a pool beside her feet.

Nor could she help the same reaction as her right side was treated exactly the same, teased with the same slow but heavy pour that drove her wild with suppressed need. For she recognised this mood in her mistress, that she was in the mood to tease her for her own satisfaction.

'Mmmm...don't you look good enough to eat.' Paula said with a purr as good as a smirk. 'Just like you look good enough to eat out as well. But I don't think you are ready for that yet. Are you?'

Veri knew better than to answer that honestly. Any sign she was already to beg her mistress would only mean she would tease her more. So she just shook her head softly against the throbbing in her panties.

'Hmmmm..' Paula replied, and for a second Veri feared she had seen through her falsehood. But in truth it seemed she was only planning what to do to her next. 'How about a little custard shampoo?'

Question that might have been, but there was very little choice that Veri actually had in the matter. Nor was there anything little about it. As if one mask wasn't enough, Veri whole head was quickly drowned by a heavy pour of the same cloying sweet treat as her mistress upended not one but two brimmed jugs straight over her head.
Jugs that her poor helpless head and hair stood no chance against, the sheer weight of the custard poured in equal measure to drip over her cheeks, chin and neck and everything in between.

And further down. Where once Veri had been pure black, the shoulders and bust of her corset had surrendered and the rest was slowly yielding against tge continuing flow of Yellow that hugged all of her curves. Well..save one. The little mound between her legs spared all but a trickle of the sweet treat, that little touch pushing her fevered desire to almost breaking point. Then her breaking point broke.

Just as surely as she had relied on the overload of custard to drive her wild, the sensual caress of breath on her pussy was solely meant to break her resistance. And did. 'Ahhhh...did that feel good my dear?'

'Ohhh..god..yes..yes mistress.' Veri whimpered with unashamed need and lust. 'So good..I..more please..mistrsss...I need more.'

'That's my good pet. And more you shall have. But first, we must get you out of those ruined clothes. Well..actually, they aren't ruined yet.'

Veri should have known what that meant, yet somehow she was surorised as her mistress, still unseen by her, raised and poured a huge bucket of custard square over her head, gravity doing the rest to let the gallons of goo follow and flow over her shoulders, around her breasts, down her stomach and hips to patter and drop on the floor below. Due to her position only her legs remained clean, the rest of her lost beneath the almost literal second skin of vibrant yellow. Yet Veri couldn't care less about that, her mind overwhelmed by the sensation of the pouring goo caressing her body and teasing the growing heat between her legs, a sensation that had it continued a bare second longer would have made her burst in her excitement. Sadly that sweet release was denied her, even as she felt a release of a different sort.

Barely held up by her shaking legs, Veri trembled with almost edged desire, her body shaking almost onnthe cusp of an orgasm as she was delicately yet purposefully stripped, the sticky clothing peeled off her body until all she was clad in was the dual masks of the fox visage and the custard that both obscured her face. Even her sticky panties were pulled off and discarded, her hot sex exposed to the cool air.

'Now..the real fun can begin.'

Had her mistress breathed those words over her pussy or even her ear, Veri might have squealed into the orgasm she so craved, instead of moaning in hot, urgent frustration, almost a sob of unconsummated frustration. But she didn't, having no doubt carefully stepped back to not spoil her simmering. Or her fun.

Which wasn't to say she stayed absent for long. Barely had Veri begun to miss her presence than a touch returned to her body. While it may not have been the touch she craved, that of the soft fingers or delicate mouth of her mistress, given her keyed up state there was no way the slow dribble of what she could imagine to only be more custard couldn't have affected her.

Almost unbidden her breath caught in her throat the very second the tiny trickle of custard rolled over her clit, needing little more than a second to drive her wild with its long sustained lick that didn't so much relieve her desire as stoke it.

Yet Veri couldn't help but respond to it, her entire focus focused on the wonderful caress between her legs, her eyes having slowly drifted shut to revel in the building pleasure her mistress knew so well how to stoke in her. Never had she been so turned on from so little, the prolongued wait in her bondage coupled with the excitement of the still new experience of her most secret of desires only added to her bubbled excitement.

Standing here, naked and helpless as the day she was born, Veri couldn't help being reminded of the first time she had placed herself in her mistress' hands. Even now and many years later, the memory of that day was still fresh and powerful. The crackle of the roaring fire in the hearth of her bedroom, the soft warm rug draped loving over the bed, the firm yet tender scarves wrapped around her wrists that had formed her first dip into the world of submission. And the tender yet wicked smile of her mistress as she finished binding her to the bed, leaving her helpless before her. And before her wicked lips and tongue which had, despite her playful whimpered begs, kissed, licked and teased her on the edge of release for over an hour.

A frustrating yet delicious experience she was being treated to a repeat of here, yet in a whole new way. What Veri couldn't see but could most definitely feel was her mistress through the aid of a polished silver jug and its delicate spout pouring a steady stream of custard right against her throbbing clit, letting little more than the constant pour and her own helpless excitement do the work as she rolled her hips against the almost phantom touch flowing of her throbbing nub and lips already slick with a wetness that lay beneath the creamy yellow treat.

Had she been asked, Veri would have been hard pressed to describe the experience. One minute it was absolutely sexual heaven, the next almost unending sensual torment, leaving her riding a wave she could never crest. Time and time again she could feel her release growing closer yet always the pleasure peaked off before she could ascend it, leaving her maddeningly trapped.

Which didn't stop Veri from reacting, her hips increased their rolling thrusts with a deep urgency, punctuated with a low moan of barely suppressed pleasure. One that quickly shifted into a frustrated complaint as without warning the slow stream trickled off to an abrupt stop.

'M..mistress.' Veri dared to whisper that question, her mouth barely able to form that word as unconsumed pleasure rolled along her spine like the last trickle of custard that rolled off her clit.

'Now now..where is my fun if you get yours too quickly.'

Veri couldn't help a shiver at that, both desire and icy realisation as her mind quickly shifted track, now fully aware of what her mistress had in mind. And she couldn't help her mind flashing back to the first time she and Paula had..played together. Her mistress wasn't cruel, mostly taking her delight from the simple control she held over her. Yet sometimes, she delighted in pushing that control a little further. And today seemed to be one of those days.

Veri barely had time to wonder what wicked idea her mistress had next when she felt the sudden first touch of custard dribble over her left breast, the thick yellow liquid clinging to her nipple heavily as it resisted gravities efforts to pull it down. Veri hadn't even been given the chance to savour that silky touch before it was replaced by another. One she recognised instantly. Then again, there was no way she couldn't have recognised the touch of her mistress' lips, soft lips that deftly sucked the still dripping custard from her nipple before the last trickle was swept up with her tongue.

Before Veri could even get into that sensation, the mouth was pulled away and she was left hanging again until her other breast was given the same sensation. Almost unbidden it came but that didn't stop Veri twisting her chest towards the touch of the mouth she hoped was coming. And she wasn't disappointed. Bit neither was she satisfied.

Veri' attention danced back and forth between her breasts as they were drizzled, sucked, licked and caressed at her mistress' whim while her dripping pussy that still tingled beneath the custard warmed by her own heat was left unattended. And she was left to just writhe and twist, her growing lust still unfulfilled.

Just when she thought she was right on the cusp of going mad from that, her whole being surged with tingles and ripples that lanced down to her core, that teasing mouth dipped lower; Veri following each kiss with baited breath, a breath that grew faster and faster with each inch closer towards her pussy it dropped. Each kiss was so maddeningly slow that she feared the touch she craved would never come. Which was what made the jump from the slow lingering kiss on her navel to the full on lip caress of her lower lips so shocking and at the same time pleasurable.

Caught off guard, Veri jumped her hips forward, doing all she could to rock against the touch she feared would be all too brief. And she was right. While she had no idea how many licks she would need to bring her off, although if that was more than five she would have been surprised, the slow trio of languid drags of her mistress' warm tongue wasn't enough. Wasn't near enough. But it wasn't the last.

Like she had done with her breasts, she delighted in pouring custard over her and slowly devouring it. Each lick sent fresh shivers she couldn't hope to contain, leaving he'd trapped in a spiral of lust as Veri drowned in her sensory deprivation prison. Oh..if only she could see, could take some visual cue to her mistress' intent. Was she sharing sweet glances with her full of tender understanding, if not compassion, of what she felt. Or was she fully engrossed in her work. Without knowledge of that, Veri had no clue to guide her own reactions, leaving her with nothing to do but stay silent, hoping above hope that if she somehow controlled her reactions an orgasm might just slip her way.

That hope proved to be vain, her mistress with skilful control kept her hovering on the edge of orgasm, the only pause in her oral ministrations coming when she drew back to add another coating of custard, the slow trickle perfect to keep her arousal simmering.

It was in full expectation of the warm custard coating her pussy again that Veri lapsed into a soft, unbidden moan; one that turned into a moan of protest as the forthcoming touch didn't actually forthcome. 'Mistress?' Veri whispered, the sudden lack of any contact or evidence of the presence of her mistress only highlighted her isolation and helpless arousal. Surely she couldn't leave her like this..only..yes she could. She knew her well enough to know that.

Yet still her whimpered question remained unanswered, unanswered that was until she felt a sudden touch on her head. Not a soft pet or caress but something much heavier and sweeter. That was really the only warning Veri had before her head was lost beneath the wave after wave of custard that consumed her, turning into a steady flow that plastered close to her skin and around her heaving chest as she writhed under the yellow deluge, the all over body custard hug sending her hips and desire surging, thrusting against the phantom caress that only served to drive her back to the edge with no real touch to slake her bubbling desire. It was utterly overwhelming and yet nowhere near enough, nothing like the feeling of something touching or better yet filling her pussy Veri craved.

It was a touch still denied as Veri heard a soft scrape from off to her left, that sound echoing in her ears before another took its place; the solid splat of what could only be a pie slapped against her stomach. While Veri was still reeling from the first hit of the mounded mass of cream, more quickly followed. It was like her mistress was taking great delight in pieing her where she least expected it. From that first hit on her stomach came one on her chest, ankther squirm won from Veri as the cream wrapped around the delicate curve of her breast. A squirm followed by a sudden lurch of movement, as Veri almost instinctively thrust her breasts forward in anticipation and longing of a second.

Which made the sudden explosion of cream against her rear all the more shocking and delightful, the cool cream feeling wonderful against the warmth of her skin. While she had never really articulated her feelings this way, Very craved this attention from her mistress, these moments where she was little more than a plaything to her whims, eagerly anticipating her next attention and frequently deliciously surprised by it.

There was no other way to react to the next pieing but with surprise, a firm hand slapping one right against the mask that covered her face, the cream still splashed down into her chest from the force of it, that mask muffling the sound of her moan.

Yet perhaps her mistress heard that moan anyway, it was certainly one reason to explain the sudden barrage of pies that assaulted from all sides, her stomach, face and mist especially breasts and pussy pelted with pie after pie until she was little more than a utter mess of creamy white foam beneath which her curves and nipples both tingled and laid hidden. Unlike her rampant desire which was still on display if the words of her mistress were anything to go by.

'Ohh...dear...does my poor little pet want something in her slutty needy pussy?' Despite herself and despite those words being spoken before her, Veri shivered as if they had been whispered into her ear, somehow managing to give a weak nod. 'Good. Because I have the perfect thing just here.'

Before Veri could even wonder what that meant, she jumped as something smooth and rounded rubbed over her clit. Something a little cool and dripping with moisture. And something which to Veri lust clouded mind seemed and felt just like the dildo or vibrator she very much hoped it was. Sadly the next sound she heard utterly smashed that wonderful notion.

Barely a second after the narrow tip of what she soon discovered was a can of whipped cream came a sharp hiss which became a softer shhhhing sound as her pussy was filled, not with the wall stretching shape of a dildo but cool slightly clammy mass of whipped cream, cream that quickly filled her sex; her mistress pulling the can back when she felt the cream pool over her hand. 'There..isn't that better.'

It wasn't, Veri bit back that thought as she bit her lip, fighting her urge to roll her hips against the strange squishy mass nestled inside her, the feeling of it filling her sex quickly restoring her simmering lust.

Lust that wasn't helped by the two handfuls of cream her mistress had sprayed while she was distracted, handfuls that were quickly slapped onto her chest and rubbed all over her custard slicked chest while she squirmed and gasped, her cries always having reached a peak when her nipples were tweaked. To say nothing of sucked and licked, her lips and mouth unable to resist the sweet treat she had become, each caress quickly driving her back to a frenzy of barely suppressed desire that was all the more maddening because there was literally nothing she could do against it or with it.

Just when she thought she would go mad and could take this sensual teasing no longer, something else brushed against her pussy lips. And this was no can on cream. Even with her head addled be her denied desire, there was no mistaking the sex toy nestled against her. And certainly no mistaking it when it was thrust inside her in only the way a strap on dildo can be thrust.

That was the only conscious thought Veri could manage before with one thrust she came in a pent up explosive orgasm that left her shaking in a silent scream. Or it might have been a loud scream, she had no way to tell as her release gripped all of her, the clenching of her pussy driving out the last of the cream the dildo's entrance hadn't managed.

'Hmmm...you needed that I see.' Paula whispered from behind in a warm seductive voice. 'I bet you have more than one in you though. Let's see how many we can manage. Just to be fair, I'm expecting payment with interest when it comes to my turn, my little pet.'

Still reeling from her orgasm as she was, Veri wasn't surprised to hear that. Nor would she have it any other way. This was going to be a very interesting morning.

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It was. But not as interesting as the checkout of the hotel next day. If interesting could be considered the right word. Despite her own internal reassurances that no one at the hotel could have seen her or recognise her if they had, Veri couldn't help feeling everyone was staring at her as if they knew what she had done. It would have been an utterly silly fear if she still hadn't been worried that her sensual dalliance yesterday wasn't gossip for all the surrounding offices, all the workers talking about the shameless girl who had paraded her desires so wantonly and openly to the world. Still..no one mentioned it, the same young woman behind the reception only offering a polite 'please come again' before her mistress ushered her to the waiting limousine. Where..in the secured and secluded privacy of the rear she could have asked wether her mistress had really left her displayed to the world during their playtime yesterday. But..on reflection..she preferred to believe she really had, the thought of it making her wet just thinking about it. But not as much as the hope that they would return here soon. Very soon if she had her way.

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Well..at least my trip away wasn't wasted writing wise. True, I wasn't able to grab much time but enough time to put the finishing touch to this little gem. Well..I hope it's a gem. It didn't exactly end up as I planned it, because I didn't have much of a plan. This one sort of sprung up..organically really. Sometimes that is more fun, you don't know where it will go.

For those of you who are wondering, yes, this is the same Very from my Greenwood series..sort of. Kinda a AU future version maybe. I haven't exactly hashed out all the details. That would have been getting too bogged down.

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