It has been a long time since my last post. The year-end and New Year's holidays were filled with various events both at work and in my personal life, which caused me to have a period of illness, but with the backup of my family, I am safe and sound.

After my last post, I received a direct message request to talk about silver paint. Silver paint is something that I have many memories of, so I will start by telling you about my experience.


My first Messy was Silver Paint. For the record, it was in December 2013. As a birthday present to my husband, who was still in a relationship at the time, I decided to model for Silver Paint. I was asked by my husband to be a model for a silver paint shoot if I could. I told my husband that I wanted to shoot on his birthday, and that I would need to secure materials and a location for the shoot by that date.

I was not completely prepared for my decision to be a silver paint model, or in other words, for my Messy experience. However, the odd experience of being a silver paint model was something that I was interested in, and it was not easy to do. From that day on, without telling him, I had been searching the Internet for information about silver painting and browsing images to prepare myself for the experience. I was afraid to do so without knowing anything about it.

The night of the day of the shoot. We had dinner at a restaurant and then headed to the shooting location. It is a so-called love hotel. A love hotel is ideal in that it has a reasonable space for shooting and the bathroom is spacious enough.


He did all the preparation for the silver paint. The materials are aluminum powder and vegetable oil. I will tell you more about this another time. When I saw the basin full of silver paint, many strange feelings arose in my heart that I cannot describe. I wondered if this paint was harmless to the human body. I am ashamed to paint even my face silver..."I remember that I was thinking many things in one moment.

I gently dipped my finger into the silver paint in the basin. My finger dipped into the paint and was nicely coated like silver plating. This alone was an amazing experience for me. Next, I dipped both hands into the paint and applied the silver paint to my feet. The area I touched with my hands quickly turned silver. The paint solvent was vegetable oil, so it became very slippery after application. The experience of my naked body gradually being dyed silver was so stimulating that it directly affected my brain.

It did not take long before I was completely coated in silver from the neck down. The paint was of a good consistency, so there was no need for multiple coats on the skin. At this point, it looked like I was wearing silver tights that stuck snugly to my skin. Painting the hair was fun. I could just lightly comb my hair with my fingers and it would be dyed. I had dyed my hair brown and gold before with bleach, but never silver.

Finally, it was time to apply the face. At first I used my fingers to paint my lips and eyelids, then gently touched my cheeks and stroked them a little, but the tension at this point was tremendous. I was applying my makeup with the mushy feeling that I had reached a point where I could no longer back out. He was filming me the whole time, and when I looked into the lens of that camera, I suddenly felt embarrassed. How embarrassing it was to be recorded with most of my entire body painted silver, and to be there to witness it! I asked them to stop filming for a bit until I had made up my mind to paint my entire face. I don't think it was that long before I made up my mind, but after the shoot was over he told me that he had waited about 10 minutes.


It was time to paint my face. I was ready. I scooped up the silver paint with both hands, as if I were washing my face after waking up in the morning, and painted my face silver in a single motion. A slippery feeling covered my entire face. It was like wearing a mask that covered my entire face. I kept my eyes closed and spread the silver paint all over my face, making sure not to leave any paint on my ears, neck, or forehead, because I was afraid the paint would get into my eyes. And here I saw myself in the mirror for the first time. My hair, face, chest, stomach, legs, and even my toes were completely stained silver. I could not believe that I was myself in the mirror. I can't for the life of me come up with an expression to describe the feeling I had at that moment.

I was so caught up in painting myself silver that I didn't notice, but my husband kept clicking the shutter of his camera. He was taking pictures of my body as it was gradually being painted silver. I remember feeling a sudden rush of embarrassment and heat in my body as I realized this. I involuntarily said, "Don't look at my face!" but that was an unreasonable request. He focused on my silvered face and breasts.

We then calmed each other down a bit before continuing with the shooting. I improvised various poses while checking the view of my figure that was provided in the hotel. I even had time to check the images I had taken. The lighting in the room and the angle of my body created a glow that made me feel as if I were a statue permanently installed in the room. The number of images I had taken so far exceeded 500.


Finally, I will post my favorite photo.