A beginners introduction to Sploshing and the world of WAM.

Hi, i hope that you enjoy my first blog. I wanted to write about everything that i have done and experienced in the past few months. I hope that you enjoy reading it, and since we have written about things that we have actually done, you can see the corresponding pictures on our UMD profiles. As you will see, Candy has added her own comments to each one of my paragraphs.

1) Prologue

My mind wanders for a minute, looking back to memories of times past.
With a snap, my attention span returns to the current predicament that i find myself in.
Forced to my knees, my hands are tightly handcuffed behind me, forcing my torso forwards. Underneath me my feet are shackled in leg cuffs, which are applied to their maximum tightness.

I am dressed in an all in one PVC suit, and have been for the past two hours. The suit is zipped all the way up, with elasticated sleeve and ankles holding back the filling of custard.
The custard has been applied inside and out over the suit for the past few hours. I must look like some sort of custard covered ghoul. I wonder briefly, why I have allowed myself into this predicament.

In front of me is a large bucket of gunge. Behind me is Candy, and she is applying pressure to the back of my head. Slowly, and with what appears to be tectonic speed, she presses my head into the deep bucket. The sensation is all encompassing, complete submission and helplessness. Sat in this position, I can not stop the downward motion.
Candy knows what she is doing. I try to move my hands, but the handcuffs hold fast, they have been expertly applied to their maximum tightness by a professional. In the split second whilst I am submerged, my mind wanders again, and I wonder why I am here, what I did to find myself in such a predicament? To do this I need to go back to the beginning, the very beginning.

2) Part 1 - the beginning

It's difficult to pinpoint the exact moment when my love of all things Messy and related to Bondage started. In line with most people involved with Fetishes, it can be a lonely experience as you feel that you are on your own.
I do vividly remember, as a child, and particularly a teenager, loving those messy Saturday morning shows where the contestants always ended up messy. That should have told me something...

For many years I had a love of Wet and Messy images, and had (by my own admission) loitered and lurked in the background on a number of websites. There are a number of websites offering custom sessions, and I plucked up the courage to go to one. After a disastrous start, I plucked up the courage and contacted the lovely Candy. That was really the genesis point - when my very exciting journey started.

We have written this blog as a guide and a record to the amazing journey that we have been through together, what we have done and also learnt along the way and we hope that it will provide entertainment, inspire others, and above all provide a written testament to all we have done.

Candy says:

My story is quite well documented, from a magazine interview I did once, to fellow sploshers often asking me in person in the chatroom and via messages. I have never written it down myself though, so here goes.. Very much like Martin, my love of WAM goes right back to childhood. I was always getting stuck in mud on purpose, mixing and accidentally spilling strange concoctions in the kitchen, instigating food fights, and I loved messy game shows. I was even an audience member on of those Saturday morning shows, known as Motormouth. I ran down the gunge tank at the end, as everyone was leaving, leaned over the pool, hoping to slip and fall in...and collected a plastic wallet full of red gunge. I still don't recall what I did with it, but I remember being very pleased with myself on the coach home. After yet more messy experiences as a teen, it was something I tried to suppress for a long time until in 2007 my life took a wonderful new direction and I was free at last to fully explore the world of sploshing... I found various websites and couldn't believe my eyes, and my luck. The rest is history, and I haven't looked back since.

3) Part 2 - how it started

My first session was very exploratory, and enlightening. I quickly shod all my reservations and immersed myself fully in this exciting new world of WAM and sploshing.
I loved the sensation of having custard inside my clothes, running down my body and into places not accustomed to being touched by a substance as tactile as custard.
The first time that my boxer shorts (and contents) were filled with custard and gunge left a special ʻfizzingʼ sensation that will stay with me forever.

We took it in turns, pouring gunge and custard over each other. At the end we both sat in the pool, completely naked, like some school hall boat race, inter twined with each other.
From that point onwards, it is fair to say that I was hooked and just wanted more and more. Candy and I have had multiple sessions, each time building on what we have done in the last.

Candy says:

Martin's first session was a wonderful experience. I took great delight in delivering his first ever sensations of being messy, and revelled in how he embraced and enjoyed it so fully, taking mental snapshots of every reaction of his, and every look of slight shock, wonder and enjoyment on his face. I am always confident that my WAM virgin visitors will love their session, and the sensations of being messy, but something about Martin was somehow more involved, more immersed, enjoying it more than I was used to. Looking back now, it's plain as day is light and sky is blue that there was something different about Martin and I from this very first session. I am well known for my amazing sense of time and timekeeping without a clock or a watch in sight, yet our first session ran over time without me even noticing.

I hadn't even considered my usual 'halfway point' cup of tea, after which I either clean off and get messy again, or launch into different substances, or a different scenario. I hadn't even thought we had reached that halfway point yet, and was bewildered to discover we had been messy in the pool for at least an hour longer than I thought at the time I just put it down to time flying as we were having fun but with a little analysis I always enjoy every session I do and the time always flies... so I should have known then that something was different. We take time flying having fun to a different level. It has since become a regular theme that any time we spend together passes in a flash, often leaving us with half an hour or less to clean up room after room of messy destruction!


4) Part 3 - what next?

Very quickly, we moved away from conventional messy sessions, and sought more exciting and adventurous things to try. One of our earliest sessions combined and cemented what would become some of our favourite experiences of the future.

We wanted to do a swimsuit filling session, I cuffed Candy to the wall using the Tubcuffs (effectively handcuffs with a sucker on each hand to attach to a bathroom surface) - with her hands above her. We both also wanted to wear our clear plastic macs for this session. Candy went first, wearing her new swimsuit, and plastic mac. I cuffed her to the wall, and started to fill her swimsuit with green natrosol. I also poured green natrosol all over her head. You see the amazing pictures of her looking like she has been slimed by Slimer from the opening scenes of Ghostbusters! Green gunge escaping from most avenues!

Then I start with the porridge. I managed to get almost a whole bucket full in her swimsuit, bulging away, with only minimal amounts of the porridge escaped. If you look at the pictures, you can see just how much her swimsuit bulged. It was a pretty awesome sight, and a ʻcherry poppedʼ for something that I have always wanted to do. Candy and I have a rule, and that is that if one of us does something, the other has to do the same. With this rule in mind, it was my turn for the tubcuffs and the wall.
I was dressed in my new latex vest, and some swim shorts, with my mac on top of it all.

Candy cuffed me to the wall with my hands by my side (Candy will tell you that she isnt tall enough to cuff my hands above me). She started pouring the gunge all over me, and filling my shorts with porridge. It was fabulous to be cuffed to the wall, in my mac - totally covered in mess - unable to do anything. Candy rubbed my exposed body, in particular my nipples. There are a few pictures on UMD as my shorts started to fall down, but the ones from later were for our private album!

The pictures of this session are an awesome sight. The look on Candys face is simply amazing, you can tell that she genuinely enjoyed herself, and was very, very blissful. Mixed in with these continually escalating scenarios, we always found time for the more basic experiences. For example, Candy delivered my first custard pie to me, before the above session. I sat, in the pool, hands by my side, while Candy made the pie fresh for me. She offered me a sniff before smashing it in my face, custard and cream dripping down my face, the rich vanilla smell mixing with the familiar dairy taste of cream.

Candy says:

Using the tubcuffs was amazing, and the very start for me of some really eye and mind opening revelations (which will be detailed slightly later on in this blog) .

I truly experienced messy bliss while cuffed to the wall and just didn't want to stop... luckily for me this was one of two sessions in the space of seven days, and wow all sense of time got completely abandoned, my swimsuit got filled, and tubcuffs used as part of the sessions both times! Both of these sessions we split into two parts, the first one starting in the pool with me in a PVC dress and my raincoat, and Martin now with a new raincoat to match. We filled the coats with blue natrosol and that trusty favourite, custard. This is also where Martin enjoyed his first pie, and I went on to pie him with a variety of different 'pie' options, including trifle, gateaux and classic custard pies with pastry bases. My swimsuit then got a filling, and then we swapped and Martin received the cuffed, covering too!

The second involved 24 hours together (our first candy-athon) a lot of cake batter and natrosol gunge... plus more swimsuit filling. With this first candy-athon, we tried to stick the tubcuffs to the bedroom wall, but that failed and so inspired me to search out a smooth, glossy headboard we could attach them to, for cuffed messy fun on the bed. Talking about this session follows later on in the blog in part 6.

5) Part 4 revelations.

Candy and I use the term 'revelations' frequently, because for as long as we have known each other, it has been a continuing stream of them.

I guess the first revelation was discovered by me, that I liked the thought of having a messy session enough to actually go and book one. This took a lot of mental preparation, but I was glad I did.

My second revelation was just how much I liked getting messy - knowing that I just wanted more and more of it.

As Candy has mentioned earlier, probably our greatest revelation was nothing to do with getting messy. If you were to ask Candy whether she lent towards Submissive or Dominant tendencies, she would have always told you she was a Submissive. We have done a number of sessions combining bondage with WAM which led to an amazing revelation when we discovered that I liked to be tied up, being the submissive one, and that Candy enjoyed doing the tying. We have somehow managed to bring out of Candy a hidden Domme side, who actually enjoys tying up her submissive. As Candy described, the correct term for where we find ourselves is in an Owner and Pet relationship. This was a huge revelation to us, and something that continues to evolve over time.

The base for many of our bondage situations came about from a casual conversation which we had when I was away. This led up to a huge chat conversation in private messaging, where Candy casually drops into conversation some of the bondage experiences that she has had in the past.

Candy says:

I honestly can't believe how much we have discovered in such a short space of time, and all the various revelations. The chat Martin refers to we actually saved, as it was so brilliant and full of revelations... such as this extract from the conversation...

Candy mffmglflmmphmdmfh <--- gagged

Martin thats very cool by the way...

Martin I will come rescue you..

Candy I thought it might be..

Martin trying not to be too direct...

Martin ...something to try?

Candy that was me being very indirect but glad you got the idea anyway ... yes definitely something to try

Candy strange because Ive done some quite extreme bondage but never gagged

Martin you know I have to ask you now dont you? Tell me to mind my own business if you like, just curious?

Candy oooh...quite a while ago with my chap at the time. I got messy as well, was hogtied and face forced into a pie repeatedly (well a few different pies) laid on floor with pie shoved under face

Martin wow hogtied, how was that?

Candy hogtied was awesome...

Martin can we try that too?

Candy yeah definitely!

Martin wow wow wow. So thats even cooler that it was just for you and not a session. That sounds very very exciting.

Martin One day you may stop amazing me. Not today though I suspect

So what you see us talking about up there, soon became something we have begun to try... I am still dying to receive my hogtying and pieing, because on the day we were all ready to go for it, we had already spent a messy 24 hours together, and we had been messy and cleaned off already several times, in very full on messy times with our rainwear and custard, and various bondage methods, and then again with cream and chocolate sauce, and then yet again with porridge... followed by the plastic pants outside, and then Martin getting hogtied with a big cake under his face. Well I ended up messy again too in that wonderful process so by the time we had cleaned off yet again and it got to my turn, we were on our knees with exhaustion and had to collapse into bed. I do love how we aren't all talk, and follow up with our ideas and thoughts, putting them into real and delicious messy practice, so I know it won't be long until I find myself hogtied and forced to self pie, unable to hold my head up any longer and... splat!

Also later on in the same conversation I took the extract from, there was a revelation from me that I had enjoyed being in ankle shackles with connector chain and handcuffs for one session I had done years before. This was really exciting to talk about, and we ordered a set straight away, and an extra chain with padlocks... and again that was put into practice in the aforementioned messy 24 hours!

That's just a couple of examples of many things that have started with a revelation from just a casual chat or idea...



6) Part 5 - The Stocks
Throughout our time together, there have been many occasions where we have simply bounced ideas off each other, almost inspiring each other to think up new ideas. The stocks were something along those lines. Candy had been wanting to get some for a while, and one evening, when we went out for a drink after a session, we got talking about them. As you can imagine, my head almost popped off at the thought, and before you can say 'ebay' and 'courier delivery' they had arrived. We were the first to use them in anger, during what we refer to as a ʻdry runʼ - which is when we get together before a session to plan things out.

Candy opened up the stocks, and I lowered myself into them. For any of you who havent had the pleasure of going in the stocks, they are quite something. The initial feeling is unmistakable, lowering your neck into place, and then your hands. Your captor places the top half of the stocks in place, and then secures them with a bolt. The feeling of that piece of wood coming down, and the sound of the bolt is one of lifes great sensations. Thats really it then, you are completely trapped. The stocks themselves are quite abrasive, and if you are prone to wriggling (which apparently I am) - then they give you some interesting marks. Another amazing thing about them is that they force you to look down at the ground, you cant raise your head. It is such a strange sensation, but simply amazing!
We have also done a full on messy session using the stocks. I really wanted to be the first person messed up in the stocks (another cherry popped), and we did a ʻmystery substanceʼ session where Candy blindfolded me and then poured unknown substances (rice pudding as it turns out) all over for me to guess. That drove me mad, blindfolded, trying to sense what was going on.

Candy covered me in cream (a substance which until then had always managed to evade me!). Candy kissed me whilst I was trapped in the stocks, and it felt simply electric. When you are trapped like that, the sensations are magnified, and the feeling of helplessness makes even a simply kiss feel like the most tender notion in the world.

Eventually Candy let me go and it was her turn. The pictures you see of Candy in her awesome (and tragically deceased) purple latex dress are fantastic and sum up this part of the session really well. I had gone a little mad with the surprise substances - bringing four!
I poured custard all over Candys pristine hair, and left her trapped in the stocks to collect the mystery substances. Candy got treacle, jam, chocolate spread and other sweet substances poured all over her head, whilst she was helpless in the stocks.
If you look at the pictures of Candy in the stocks, you see her looking down. That is because of the posture that the stocks force you into - and a massive part of their attraction.

Candy says:

I really enjoyed our whole adventure with the stocks, from ordering them to receiving them, and keeping them wrapped up for us to open and assemble together which we did on the day we used them for the first time, during a 'dry run'

I had used a set of stocks before, having borrowed some years ago, but these were different, they hold wrists and head a little tighter, and have more options for sitting, bending over or standing in them. We opted for standing and have yet to try the other ways.

After testing them thoroughly during the dry run, we couldn't wait to be stood there, helpless, restricted and getting messy in them. So the non dry session soon followed, and wow that was amazing. I loved blindfolding Martin and using the mystery substance on him, and following up with lots of kisses and attention. This was the first time it occurred to me that I felt a respect for the power I had, and it made me want to shower attention as well as mess upon the trapped and helpless Martin. Then it was my turn, and it was so good. That bolt secured in place, I knew me and my dress and shoes were for it. I loved having no choice but to look down, and to accept Martins choices of mystery substances, which he had cleverly kept hidden from me... no mean feat while both preparing substances in the same house! I remember him pouring them over my hands and head, and I correctly guessed all but the chocolate. It all felt amazing dripping down and off my head, and onto my super sexy sky high purple suede heels... I helplessly watched them get covered, enjoying the sensations and giggling a little that it wasn't long since I had worn those shoes out to dinner with Martin, who was now in a very different role and rubbing custard and syrup and chocolate all over me


7) Part 6 Tubcuffed to the bed

Candy had bought herself a new headboard, so that we could use the tubcuffs to stick to the headboard, and then lay on the bed with our hands cuffed to it.
The pictures of this session are also on UMD, and were probably the most amazing we ever took. While preparation for this session was under-way - we both wore our new plastic pants under our clothes. Candy went first and laid on the bed, wearing her black pvc buckle dress, which fastened all the way up to her neck. I cuffed her to the head board, and already Candy was wriggling and squirming.

I embraced Candy and we kissed with her cuffed to the bed. We had some purple cake batter, and I started to fill Candys plastic pants with the cake batter. The cake batter is a favourite of Candys, and the effect it had on her was amazing. I continued to fill the rest of her dress with the cake batter. In between the filling sessions, Candy would wriggle and squirm, wanting some more attention. Once the cake batter was exhausted, i turned to the fresh cream and continued to fill Candys plastic pants. They became very squishy and bulging due to their contents!
We spent a lot of time with Candy like that on the bed, and it was a great experience - Candy all cuffed to the bed and helpless, wriggling underneath me in an amazing dress, dripping with cake batter and cream.

Eventually Candy was released from her bonds, and we swapped places and Candy cuffed me to the bed. She immediately covered me in cream and custard. Candy sat on top of me and already she was dripping custard all over me, just running off her body. Candy wrestled herself out of the dress, and that released a barrage of further custard all over my restrained body. I wriggled and squirmed against my bonds, to limited effect.
Candy rubbed her custardy body against mine, more custard dripping off her.
With me still cuffed to the bed, Candy stood over my head and removed her plastic pants.
There were completely filled with Purple Cake Batter and Cream, and all that ended up on my head. Unable to wipe my face, Candy had to oblige! Candy then sat above me on the bed thoroughly enjoying herself, knowing I was trapped by the tubcuffs beneath her.


Candy says:

During the 'dry run' where we road tested the stocks while clean, we had also tested out the plastic pants and tubcuffs with my new shiny headboard. I couldn't believe how amazing it felt, my mind was well and truly blown - and that wasn't even with any mess yet! So when it came to being all dressed up in my pvc dress, with my fave cake batter awaiting me, mixed up thickly just as I like it (a fetish within a fetish for me, for that particular brand) and with Martin brandishing the tubcuffs (which stick beautifully to the headboard... no getting out of them or away!) I thought I had actually found heaven. You can tell by my face in the pictures how much I was loving it, and squirming away under Martins gentle touch, rubbing in the cake batter, completely filling my dress and the plastic pants, and then adding cream too... wow.

8) Part 7 Head Dunking

For me, this was one of those defining moments, a sploshing experience so powerful that you are unlikely to ever forget it. Candy has done a number of head dunkings before, always being a great advocate of them.

We wanted to take this a step further, and combine our love of being tied up with the dunking. For us, the sense of giving yourself to somebody else is a powerful one, and something that would enhance an already amazing situation such as a head dunking.
I wanted to go first, and for this I was already wearing my pvc suit, with my leg shackles.
Candy had tightly handcuffed my hands behind my back, which tightly pulled my arms and
shoulders together. This can be an uncomfortable position to be in, but one that I always find massively enjoyable. The sense of being controlled is palatable and simply overwhelming.

Candy tells me to kneel, my shackles legs go underneath me, the handcuffs force my chest outwards. There can be no doubt who is in charge of this situation, Candy is. With a cheeky grin and happy smile, Candy places her hand on the back of my head and forces me into the bucket. I strain at the handcuffs to no avail, my body moves down and my head enters a world completely different to that of before. The Green Natrosol has the most amazing texture, it is smooth and soft, yet dense and slimy. It encompasses you, shutting off your senses, yet electrifying your body. The world goes quiet, you long to stay there, almost an Avatar moment. As a result of the bonds, and your position, it is not possible to lift yourself out. After what feels like all eternity, Candy pulls me out of the bucket. She gives me a quick embrace, and without warning or hesitation dunks my head again, holding me in for longer, as easy as you would plunge a cloth into a sink. I am really am at her mercy. Finally, Candy is finished, and pulls me out. My head is dripping with the green gunge, running all down my back. Unable to wipe my face, I am dependent on Candy for that. She embraces me, wipes my face and then my eyes. Colour and light returns to my world. I sit there almost breathless at what has just happened. Candy and I kiss for felt like an eternity, the power and symbolism of what has just happened is felt in the air between us both.

Then it was Candys turn. She wore the same outfit as me - our matching pvc bodysuits, with her feet in shackles. Instinctively she places her hands behind her back. She is fully aware of what is coming and accepts her fate. The handcuffs are locked around her slender female wrists, with a few extra clicks they are tightened, and that is all it takes, Candy is at my mercy. We swap eye contact, Candy gives a look of wide eyed awe - she bites down on her lip in excitement. I help her to kneel in front of the bucket of bright pink gunge. Her pvc suit feels awesome to the touch and I take a few seconds to stroke and feel her through the suit. Her predicament allows for such simple pleasures if I wish. I hold her tight, the gunge dripping off me pools in her lap and all around her. Candy looks up at me, a look in her eyes which encompasses bliss, submission and excitement. It is her turn now, there is no turning back. I help Candy kneel in front of the bucket, and place my hand on the back of her head, my green gungey hand leaves a hand print on her beautiful shiny black hair. Then I press down, her head disappears into the pink gunge, her hair floats then sinks. My memory takes a snapshot of the image before me. Candy, dressed in an amazing bodysuit, handcuffed and shackled, knelt before me. Then like the snapping of a twig, reality clicks back to me. My three seconds are up, and I raise Candy from the depths of the bucket. Her head has been substituted with a ball of flowing pink gunge. I stabilise her, and wipe her face clean, feeling like some sort of archaeologist, I discover a smiling face underneath, one that just wants to be kissed. I oblige, holding the handcuffed Candy in my arms, transferring her pink mess all over me. Quickly, and without warning I force her head deeper in to the bucket. Candy is unable to fight or resist. There is a brief rattling of chains, but then she is in the bucket. This time I hold her for one second more, a time differential that feels like an eternity. Her pink gloopy heads emerges, and I wipe her face clean. She moves towards me and we embrace and kiss. I help her to her feet, reluctant to release her just yet.

Candys face is one of pure bliss, she is handcuffed, dressed in her favourite suit and has just had an awesome intimate experience. There is pink gunge running down the back of her suit, some goes down her front, and her hair is completely covered in the delicious pink substance. The contrast with her jet black hair is striking.

Candy says:

Martin is right about this being an awesome intimate experience. The cuffed head dunking part required a lot of trust and a certain connection between us to enjoy as fully as we did, and thankfully both were present by the truckload... a bit like all the mess. It was both slightly scary and also thrilling, and I'll never forget the sensation of being so helpless and covered in the gunge, a wonderful combination of wam, bondage, and sensory deprivation. Add in to that all the build up we had with being dressed in PVC bodysuits, and preparing our mess together, both shuffling about in our suits and shackles and driving each other crazy with anticipation beforehand, and it all adds up to something totally unforgettable and insanely sexy.


9) Part 8 PVC Suits, bellycuffs

This was something that we had been discussing for a while between and a ʻrevelationʼ in its own right. We both love the feel of PVC against our skin, and saw these amazing suits for sale by PUL (an online store selling fetish PVC wear). Candy ordered them and they took what felt like an ice age to arrive.

When I arrived at Candys place in the morning, she opened the door to great me in her brand new shiny suit, complete with a pair of our shiny shackles locked on her feet. In her other hand were my shiny shackles and my new shiny suit. My first order was to put those on.
Candy insisted on locking the shackles on me as she considers that her job! Now both shackled we trotted around the house, rattling as we go, preparing for our session. There are lots of pictures of this on UMD and Fetlife to admire!

Eventually, we got a little closer to starting and Candy fastened the belly cuffs (effectively a pair of handcuffs that fasten around your waist on a chain with a padlock) onto me. As youll see in the pictures, these offer a limited range of movements, but are still very restrictive. Candy quickly had me carrying buckets of gunge upstairs in my cuffs and shackles. I think she enjoyed watching me struggle, knowing that id do it!

We made a start with the session and Candy poured custard all down and inside my suit.
Remember that I'm handcuffed to my waist - so lifting my hands to wipe my face isnt an option for me! She poured custard inside my suit, and then made me kneel so she could maximise the amount that went over my head! Candy then poured a bowl of custard all over her head, whilst I was still handcuffed - right in front of me. The look of the striking yellow custard meeting her black hair was simply awesome, and to be handcuffed and unable to feel it something else.

Eventually she let me go from the handcuffs, keeping the chain around my waist. We embraced, fondled each others shiny slippery suits and rolled around in the mess.

Towards the end Candy made me lay on my back, reattaching the handcuffs. She would sit on top of me, and remain there for quite a while, dripping custard and all sorts of mess all over me. Candy had kept her shackles on for the same amount of time that I had, and after all this, we were both shuffling around in quite a pool of mess. Before starting the tidy up, Candy released me, and removed her own shackles as well as mine. We had both been wearing our bodysuits and shackles for over three hours.

Candy says:

The build up of all this was really intense, from answering the door in the PVC suit, and Martin knowing I would be... and that I would already be shackled too and have his shackles and suit waiting for him. While we were still preparing all the mess, I was unable to resist grabbing a handful of custard and rubbing it inside Martins suit, before we shuffled off upstairs to begin the session properly! Once the session began, I really loved filling and playing around in the suits, rattling as we went. I love pouring custard over my face, and so doing that in front of Martin was a particularly sexy experience for me, and so was using the last of it to pour over us both as we sat in the collected mess, with filled suits and still shackled and kissed. My goodness we had such a fantastic time!


10)Part 9 Handcuffs, Shackles and Connector chain

One of the scenes that Candy and I wanted to recreate was a session which Candy had done many years ago. We had bought each other a set of leg shackles, which we both wear all the time. For this session, Candy wore her awesome black buckle dress, and had her hands handcuffed in front of her. The handcuffs and shackles are fastened together with a connector chain. The overall effect of this is to massively reduce mobility, and forces Candy to slightly lean forward - unable to stand fully.

There are many, many pictures of this on UMD - showing just how much fun we had doing
this. Candy looked awesome in her dress, and with her hands handcuffed in front of her, she had a certain ʻglowʼ that comes from such massive self enjoyment.
She shuffled around for a while, her movement severely restricted by the leg shackles and the connector chain which made walking very difficult. The connector chain also meant that she was unable to raise her hands at all, which I think added to the overall appearance of the session. The gleaming silver cuffs contrasted with Candys shiny black dress and gleaming black hair. Combine all of these with her radiant exterior, and you have one very sexy session indeed.

I started off pouring fresh cream all over her head and down into her cleavage, the cream quickly making its way down inside her dress and starting dripping down her legs onto her shackled feet. Candy was unable to wipe her face due to the handcuffs, and had to rely on
me doing that for her. After the cream, cold yoghurt followed which created a look of shock and surprise in Candy, especially when poured down the front of her dress.
Following in quick succession was a generous portion of custard which went all over her stunning jet black hair, the bright vivid yellow creating a stark contrast to the black of her dress and hair.

Right about now, Candy is standing there, shackled and handcuffed, forced to lean slightly forward due to the shortness of the connector chain, dripping pure white cream all over the floor, and covered in custard. All that she needs to complete the image is some chocolate sauce, and I happen to have some to hand. I pour the chocolate sauce over her head, creating an image more similar to a chocolate sundae. The chocolate sauce makes its way down into her cleavage, leaving a chocolate covered glow on its way.

Eventually, it was time to release Candy, and for her to have her own way with me. Candy kept her leg shackles on, but I removed the other restraints. She came towards me, gestured for me to put my hands out in front of me, and with that clicked the handcuffs onto me. The sound of those initial clicks is one that you never forget, a seminal noise that means just one thing. With that, Candy bent down and quickly attached my leg shackles, tightening them as far as they would go. After all I had done the same to her, so why would she not return the favour to me? She quickly attached the connector chain, speedily attaching the padlocks, and with that I was truly well restrained. My legs were tightly shackled together, my hands handcuffed in front of me and the connector chain holding my hands downwards. Candy walked over to me, locking her arms around my back and pulling me in for a long kiss. While she stroked my bonds, suddenly I understand what she is up to as I feel another loud click coming from the handcuffs. Candy has now tightened them as far as they will go around my wrists. Before I can react - Candy reaches for a large pot of cream and takes great delight as she empties the pot over my head, the cream bouncing off my head, landing all over the floor below me. The cream engulfs my entire face, but I am powerless to wipe my face. Candy clears my eyes and I reward her with a creamy kiss, the brilliant white cream drips off my head onto her shiny, magnificent dress. She reaches for yet another, in what seems like a never ending series of pots, taking great delight in pouring it inside my shirt and shorts. Candy squishes it around inside my shorts, feeling my excitement at the same time. I struggle against my tight handcuffs and feel the cream pouring under Candys dress, and the effect that it is having on her is obvious.

Candy says:

This whole session was such a sexy delight, we have agreed to recreate it again and again (with good reason, as Im sure you can tell by the description above!) and I can't wait. Martin was awesome in the more dominating role, and everything we used from the restraints to the mess and the outfits was utter perfection. Standing there helplessly restrained all I could do was accept my messy fate as all the substances were poured over and rubbed on me, and I loved every second. I loved switching roles too and doing the same to Martin, squeezing those cuffs for the extra click, and then lovingly filling his clothes with endless mess. I'm so looking forward to round two!


11) Part 10 Chair ties

We have both wanted to try (or do more of..) getting messy whilst tied to a chair. Candy wanted to experiment with some cable ties that she had used in the past. At the end of one of our sessions, Candy - who was already in a messy cream and custard covered state of undress, sat down on her chair. Using two cable ties, I fastened her arms to the side of the chair, pinning them behind her. Using some bondage tape - I then attached her ankles to the chair legs. Using a large bucket of porridge, I took the opportunity to cover the very messy, and very very helpless Candy in porridge, rubbing it into places where porridge does not normally get to go. The effect on Candy was simply awesome.
The act of tying her to the chair dismissed her inner self control like a cloud on a hot day, and wild emotions came pouring out. I was very grateful that the cable ties held her in place (which they did, the strength of them was very impressive) - as I suspect she would have ripped me to pieces. Such was the strength of her struggles that she tore the (useless) bondage tape off her legs, as she tried to get free. Fortunately for me I had a handy pair of leg shackles near by, and quickly shackled her feet to the chair. This quickly stopped any ideas that Candy had about escaping, and I could set about ensuring that she was properly dominated and restrained.

The pictures are available on UMD and you can see what the cable ties did to her, and what a complete mess she was! For Candy, the chair tie was the zenith for a number of emotions, and a very special experience all together. To have Candy so completely helpless on the chair like that was a great thing to be party to. Eventually I had to let her go, and it was my turn. Unfortunately the cable ties would not fit me, so Candy asked me to sit on the chair, before attaching my belly cuffs again. She fastened the chain around my waist, before locking the handcuffs on as tight as they would go. I sat back in the chair, comfortable in my chains. It was then I realised that Candy had looped my chains through the back of the chair. When I tried to stand, I couldnt. I was well and truly stuck and Candys Captive. Not that I would have it any other way. Candy deluged me in porridge, rubbing it into my clothes, and pouring it down inside my pants. The warm porridge felt fantastic inside my clothes and alongside my skin, the experience multiplying every sensation in my body as if the nerve endings were literally on fire.

Candy says:

I couldn't believe the effect this had on me, and neither could Martin. Even though we have very naturally established ourselves in certain roles, generally with me the more dominating, we do switch things around and have a lot of fun doing so. I still enjoy a visit to my submissive side sometimes, and so I was delighted to be cable tied to the chair, and doing so was a thrilling experience as Martin covered me in mess, and I was helpless. All I wanted was to get to him, to get another kiss, and I struggled and strained against my bounds to show him how much I wanted him. The cable ties were cutting into my skin a lot but I just didn't care and wanted to try and get and keep Martin near me. He was awesome in the more dominating role during this, just calmly and coolly handling his captive in a matter of fact but affectionate way that was amazing to experience and really blew my mind. I was in total awe as he shackled my feet to the chair, when I had been so pleased with myself getting free of the bondage tape!

Our alarm went off, which tells us that the time to start thinking about cleaning up and packing away had arrived... but we ignored it and switched roles after I suddenly felt sorry for Martin not having experienced any of the porridge, and so still on a massive high from my experience on the chair I duly fastened him to the same chair with the bellycuffs and returned the messy favour, covering him in porridge, then sitting on his lap and rubbing it all in with my whole body. It's really a fantastic thing to be able to switch roles and play around with them like we do. Probably another factor in our appalling time keeping too, as this was yet another time we managed to leave ourselves only about half an hour to get cleaned up and looking like nothing messy had ever happened.


12) Part 11 Messy Fun in Public

Candy has done a number of shoots in the past where she has got exceptionally messy (and other things too) in public places. For me this has always been a little bit of a taboo subject, but something that I would very much like to try.

During one of our ʻDry Runsʼ - that is a clean session, we experimented with some bondage outside of the house. Whilst having breakfast in a pub, we both took it in turns to wear our leg shackles, hiding them under the table the same time. We both also wore our plastic pants, and this planted the idea that we could take this further.

The opportunity arose when we were both staying in a hotel, and once again we both put our plastic pants on, this time filling them with four generous cups of purple cake batter, before going out to the bar for over two hours, sitting in the sun. The feeling of the squidgy cake batter was something to behold. The cake batter gradually covers all of your bits, squelching around as it does. Candy and I found a quiet corner in the bar, ordered our drinks and then quietly shackled each other, so we were both shackled at the same time, sat there enjoying our drinks. Many people came and went, the odd strange look was exchanged, but I dont believe anybody knew what was going on. Compounding this was the fact that we both had a significant quantity of cake batter in our pants, slowly driving us mad. Candy left me alone, shackled, with filled pants, for what felt like an eternity, the seconds creeping by, knowing that I needed her to return to release me. When she did return from the bar, she locked the handcuffs on my hands, so there I was sat, in the open beer garden, handcuffed, shackled and with filled pants.

That was quite an experience... I returned the favour, and handcuffed her, sat right next to me. Eventually, it all became too much and we had to retreat to the room, Some of the cake batter had made an impressive bid for freedom in our pants, and the sight to passers by must have been an unusual one!

Candy says:

I really loved this so much, and being in public in plastic pants, with something messy poured inside them had been something I'd wanted to do for a long time. I had tested out the plastic pants another time before this in the same hotel, going to breakfast wearing them filled with yellow cake batter,,, and it was a complete success.. in that it drove me crazy (in a good way) and there was no leakage. So we both felt confident to do this at the same time, and during the fun that Martin describes I brazenly wore just a thin skirt as I was so sure there would be no leakage. However the reality was different. This time I was wearing a size bigger pants and that must have been a factor of my very quick coverage in purple cake batter... all over the back of my skirt, down my thighs, on my boots... at first it just looked a little damp so I didn't really care too much when I went to the bar like that to get more drinks. However as we continued to sit outside enjoying our sneaky but very public shackling and cuffing antics for quite a while longer, the cake batter started drying in the colour I had made it purple. Light purple, all over my black skirt and to boot it was in the shape of the outline of the pants!

Despite this, I still thought no one could possibly guess that the true reason I looked so mucky, so now both of us feeling a certain way as I'm sure you can imagine, having been sat in oozing cake batter for two hours, off we went back to the room, still squidging all the way, brazenly walking past many other hotel guests and staff. There is a great picture of the state of me on Martin's profile that he took as I walked up the stairs!


13) Part 14 The Future?

It is difficult to imagine what we will try next, and how we will continue to develop the trajectory that we are on. However, we always look to try new different things, and hopefully this will continue to be new and exciting. We both enjoy bondage for both our ʻcleanʼ and messy sessions. This is something relatively new, and we seem to have helped each other develop in this area.

Candy says:

I always find myself wondering what on earth we will do next, and since we started to write this blog entry, we have managed to take the bondage side of things further, and my inner Domme seems to venture out further every day. I have come to the conclusion that I can't imagine what is coming next in future, as the ideas and thoughts that come to us, often come out of the blue and surprise us, so there's no guessing what lies ahead, it's such a fluid and evolving state. I have no doubt though that we will continue with fascinating and sexy discoveries whatever they are, and keep improving on what we have done already and making it all a richer and more involved experience all the time.

14) Part 15 The Journey

We have been on such an amazing journey. I have gone from being a splosh virgin to experienced splosher in two months. We have both been on an incredible journey. I have discovered a love of sploshing that I never imagined possible.
Alongside this, we have helped developed an amazing interest in plastic, pvc and bondage, especially their interaction with sploshing and messy sessions.
More incredibly we have discovered a special Domme relationship that mirrors our usual persona. Candy always considered herself to be more of a submissive, and when she adopted a Domme role in the past did it solely to pleasure somebody else. For her, it was always the submissive side of her personality that she considered to be the true her. We have discovered an inner Domme in Candy who actually cares about her submissive (in this case a ʻPetʼ - the very mildest end of the submissive scale) - one who actually enjoys dominating her Pet.
This is a very exciting area for us, and we continue to develop through our exploits. We continue to buy new toys to play and experiment with, and we intend to continue helping to develop each other.
Hopefully you can see this from our photos, all of which are taken as we just enjoy ourselves.

Candy Says:

Even as an experienced lover of all things messy, I've been on just as an incredible and eye opening journey as Martin has, and have learnt an astonishing amount about myself, my BDSM tastes and that world in general along with a lot of reminders to go with and trust my instinct. I've also learnt a lot about combining that all with my love of sploshing. Martin is correct in what he says above too and the way we discovered and starting bringing out my inner Domme was mind blowing, it was just something that happened naturally between us once when we were messing about with rope after a session, I had tied him up and jokingly called him my pet, we both really enjoyed the thought of this and we then found out that Owner/pet roles are actually a well known and documented BDSM 'thing' totally amazing that it happened without prompt or expectation. That is just one example of the many things that have just happened and flowed as naturally as all the custard along the way. We have amassed the most amazing and fastest ever growing collection of 'toys' (being everything from the set of stocks to various other restraint and bondage devices and cuffs) and the deliveries are still arriving quicker than we can play with them all. We have found that 'natural' and 'naturally' are words we constantly use to describe us and how various things have happened, right from the very first steps of making our sessions more than just professional, to the various revelations and discoveries along the way like our mutual love of bondage and the BDSM roles we are having so much fun with.