At My Messy Ranch in Tarzana, CAHey messy fans, if you thought my sessions were intense before, wait until you hear about the latest chaos at my private ranch in Tarzana, California. The sun was blazing, the air smelled like fresh earth and sweet indulgence, and I had the one and only Sauce Boss over for a no-holds-barred, limit-pushing messy extravaganza. We went all in--messy to the max, just the way I like it!The Sauce Boss has a special kink: showing up sharp in a tailored suit, looking all polished and professional... only to have me completely destroy it. He loves the buildup, the anticipation, and then the total ruination.

So that's exactly how we kicked things off.He strode in wearing that crisp suit and tie, smirking like he knew what was coming. I didn't hold back. I grabbed a pair of sharp scissors and started slow--snipping at the tie first, cutting it right off his neck while he stood there helpless and excited. Pieces of silk fluttered to the ground as I sliced through it dramatically, then moved on to the shirt buttons, ripping the fabric open with my hands once the cuts began. The jacket? Shredded next--scissors gliding through sleeves and lapels until it hung in tatters, exposing skin ready for the real mess.

Clothes barely clinging on, that's when the fun exploded. Towering pies loaded with fluffy whipped cream came flying--smashed right across his chest, the filling oozing through the ruined suit remnants. He retaliated, unleashing torrents of whipped cream over my curves, coating me from neck to thighs in soft, sticky clouds.Then the chocolate syrup poured in thick, warm rivers. I drizzled it slowly over his body, letting it cascade down the shredded suit, mixing with pie crumbs and cream until everything was a glossy, dripping disaster. We rolled in it, rubbed it in, licked it off each other between laughs and moans. More pies to the face, chest smothers, whipped cream mountains built up and crushed.

And when we thought we couldn't get any filthier? Mud. Slick, cool ranch mud mixed with all the sweets, turning the shredded suit into a slippery, ruined mess. We wrestled in it, coated every inch--no spot left untouched, the once-elegant fabric now caked and destroyed.By the end, we were a glorious disaster: head-to-toe in whipped cream peaks, chocolate rivers, pie crust crumbs, earthy mud streaks, and the tattered remains of that poor suit scattered around like battle trophies. Laughing, breathless, covered in sweetness and sin.

Always a fun time at the ranch, and with the Sauce Boss? We push it to the absolute edge every single time--especially when suits are involved.If you're craving that level of messy abandon (and maybe a little wardrobe destruction), you know where to find me. Tarzana's finest playground awaits...Who wants to be next?

Fetish Jade

aka Madame Jade Paris
Goddess of Trance