After Debauchery, I had six large containers of cool whip and a bottle of chocolate syrup left over, the perfect makings of a short messy scene. All I needed was a willing victim, I mean participant - and luckily my favorite WAMmer was visiting for a few nights!

He prepped the room, tarping the bed and wall behind it, as well as a path to the shower across the hall, and placing a very large trash bag on the bed, ready to sit in. Meanwhile, I filled the pie tins with the whipped cream and opened the bottle of syrup. Zip ties, paper towels and a bag for discarded tins and such were all handy.

I didn't really have a specific script for the scene, other than knowing I wanted to put him in the bag, add mess, and close him up in there for a bit. With everything ready to go it was time to have some fun, though, so I decided to just wing it based on his fantasy stories, my desires, and practicality.

He stripped and got into the bag cross-legged, bringing the plastic all the way up to his shoulders. I got up on the bed too, to run my hands on the outside of the bag and tease him a little bit. The pie tins beckoned to me from the floor, so I brought one up and pressed it right into his face for several seconds, finally releasing it so he could have a chance to breathe. His shivers and sighs told me he was enjoying himself already, and even though the room was warm, I took my time before pieing him a second time, making sure to spread plenty of it in his hair and down his chest and stomach.

I reached for the bottle of syrup and poured a thin stream all over my sundae, making sure to use my hands to mix the whipped cream with it for a pretty color and texture. The smell was delicious and I also took a little taste on his shoulder with a gentle bite just because that's what I like to do.

Two more pies became a sandwich on either side of his head and by then the whipped cream had started pooling in his lap. I started to put one pie down his backside, but he stopped me, nearly begging that he wanted it right up front in his face. I was happy to oblige, and the final two pies joined the others, followed by more of the syrup. I took a moment to snap a couple of pictures for later enjoyment.

Then, it was time for the dessert to get covered up and cool off for awhile, so while I pushed some buttons of his with words of fantasy fuel, I cleared his eyes and nose and brought the edges of the bag all the way up over his head, twisting the excess into a ponytail and giving it a firm, but gentle tug for encouragement before zipping it shut.

I helped him lay back onto the plastic-covered pillows and touched him through the bag, enjoying the texture of the cream sliding around between the plastic and his body. Teasing his nipples through the bag revealed just how much he was enjoying his messy encasement, and I made sure to encourage that further, using my position on the outside to push some of the accumulated goop from the bottom of the bag up into his crotch. After several minutes of teasing him in that way, trapped in mess and plastic, with no light or moving air, I pushed my fingers through from the outside to create two holes near the sides of his face for fresh air.

I could tell my dessert was getting close to being ready to be served, so I gave permission for him to add his very own special topping to the goopy mess, and I leaned back on the pillows to watch as he stroked himself inside the bag, helping out by letting him know just what happens to desserts after they're done.. the leftovers get trashed, of course.. taken out to the curb and chucked into the bin to be left there until pickup day!

Very soon it was time to come out of the bag, and into a hot shower to get all cleaned off. While he washed cream and syrup out of his hair, I cleaned up the room, so that when he was done we could cuddle in bed and talk about the scene.