My splosh victim arrived yesterday and seemed slightly timid but then I guess it's only natural on your journey into virgin territory, little was said as he put on his black leotard over the top of of some sheer black tights.

I ordered him to sit in the middle of the room on top of the vinyl sheet that had been placed to protect the carpet. I handcuffed his hands behind his back, placed a a double fishook into his mouth so that it remained constantly open and then walked over to My collection of messy goods.

I was well prepared with 5 tins of spaghetti, 3 tubs of yoghurt, a can of rice pudding, 1 bottle of ketchup, 1 bottle of american mustard, 1 bottle of mayonnaise, 1 bottle of brown sauce, 2 cartons of custard and 3 cans of shaving foam.

I grabbed a tub of yoghurt which I promptly poured over his head and stood giggling at him. I then tilted his head so he was looking at Me and proceeded to spit in his face and mouth from which he could not escape .

I continued with the yoghurt pouring over his head and pulled his leotard away from his body to allow Me to pour the contents straight down it, I then let snap shut against him and squished it all around, pushing against it from the outside. By this point he was already starting to squirm!

I then took the cans of spaghetti dumping them over his head and laughing as the strands slid down his face and on to his front telling hom what a disgrace he was and how shameful he must feel looking so terrible and spat on him some more.

I again placed the food inside his leotard and this time used My foot to apply pressure and trample the food into him.

Sauce followed with a spattering of ketchup and mayonnaise all over his head letting it drip down with the cascades of remaining yoghurt and spaghetti making sure a sufficient amount was also put in his clothing. Then the rice pudding was dolloped onto his head and it sat there for a while before slowly edging it's way over the side of his head and into his lap.

The shaving foam was next. Firstly I squirted generous amounts on to some polystyrene plates and then lobbed them in his face where they remained stuck in place wherever I happened to threw them. So I held the plate each time after it had landed and scraped all the foam up and around his face. i could see some of it travelling into his gaping mouth.

Then more leotard filling, it became bulbous with the abundance of foam so much so it was overflowing and as I let the elasticated neckline of the leotard ping against him it sent a spray of foam into the air.

Being careful to walk round him in My red high heels it was hard to maintain My footing as the surronding area had become treachourous terrain. I mocked him and said if only he could see himself and what a sad, sorry state he was in, what a loser!

Taking a drink from My bottled water I swilled it around in My mouth and spat it out all over him and dribbled some directly on top of his head.

I eventually tied his hands in front of him and as I did he rocked over and lay at My feet lying in the mess that had been created. I then used the remaining ingredients starting with tipping the custard all over his head, face and length of his body and then the brown sauce and mustard.

I commanded him to rollover and lie on his back and stood astride him. Laughing, I emptied My bladder onto his face, I smiled as I heard him gurgling - what a feast he had all that food and finishing with Mistress' Champagne.