Sometimes we can't help it... our minds just imagine the worst...

I imagine it would be the worst if...
I was restrained and watching my playpartner prepare pies and buckets of gunge knowing the whole mess is going to end up on me

I imagine it would be the worst if...
I was wearing a nice outfit. I had my hair just perfect that day, I spent precious and considerable time carefully using my heating tools and products. My make up was similarly meticulously applied. I looked my absolute best, I would be turning heads if I were instead walking out on the street free from worries of mess coming my way.

I imagine it would be the worst if...
I was restrained such that there was no way of stopping the onslaught. My hands were secured, I wouldn't even be able to clear the mess from my face. My legs tied apart to make sure access...

I imagine it would be the worst if...
My playpartner came over and took advantage of that access. Slid a finger under my panties and upon finding me excited teased me verbally and physically before returning to their preparations.

I imagine it would be the worst if...
the first item they chose was pie piled high with cool whip. Made with a thick custard or cream. Perhaps contains a sticky syrup or condensed milk. I could tell it had heft to it. My restraints held secure...

I imagine it would be the worst if...
As I wince and close my eyes my playpartner tisked. Enthusiastic yes, is important after all. First a serious check in, safeword? No need to use safe word? Okay then... "Let me hear you beg for it" "Beg?" "Beg."

I imagine it would be the worst if...
I had to stare at that sloppy substantial pie while I digged around every corner of my brain stuttering out lame sentences asking.... no begging...begging and pleading to please ruin my cute outfit... My beautiful long hair... My perfectly applied makeup.

I imagine it would be the worst if...
the restraints held fast as I squirm and blush realizing how silly I sound and how ridiculous I am being

I imagine it would be the worst if...
I catch that twinkle in the my play partner's eye

I imagine it would be the worst if...
I realize. My jaw drops as..

I imagine it would be the best if...
If every nerve is focused on the cream now coating my faces and dropping down to my breasts. My nipples are hard and clit ache... all from a pie?!

I imagine it would be the worst if...
I cant do anything but sit in the mess fully aware that already my makeup, hair, and outfit paid the penalty. As I listen to your chuckles.

I imagine it would be the worst...
As I watch you pick up the next item that will be used to continue the mess

I imagine it would be the worst...
As my dignity is erased when you open up my panties and pour thick gunge. A reminder of how this all turns me on.

I imagine it would be the worst if...
my playpartner asks me to thank them before they will remove my restraints so I can clean up.

I imagine it would be the worst if....
My playpartner makes sure I am mentally okay, provides me adequate time and privacy to clean up and regain my footing... only to reveal they disposed of my clean panties and recommend... strongly recommend.. I wear my gunged panties home, as going without would be indecent.

I imagine it would be the worst if...
When I remove those gunged panties when I get home I cant stop smiling... I cant help but feel the most supreme level of ridiculous and silly. My serious side is appalled as the masochist wamming side of me is so happy that I send a text to find out the next time we might be able to do the worst...