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So PieKing appeared in my inbox, not that long after i posted my first post here in the personals section.

Lives almost as far away as can be on the plant but is offering his services as a giver of mess rather than receiving. He includes the types of mess he has done and mentions his own clean spell. He describes his preferred body type as matching my own. He described how he would enjoy trashing a victim who hates it but gets hornier as it goes on. So i'm intrigued and we get to chatting.

We swap pics, mine is far more explicit styled, but he responds positively.we discuss limits, pie delivery methods, and general preferences and head space stuff. He suggests what he'd make me do over video chat.

I respond in my typical smartarse style, and he suggests a punishment. Involving shopping while secretly messy.

With everything that id had swirling around in my head for past few day, it just hit a threshold for me to start touching myself. When he says he is going soon i just ask him if that means i should stop masturbating.

That seems to get the point across, and he suggests He wil message me later if i am still awake. I say that depends what I End up doing in my worked up state....

He starts suggesting a task i should do and send pictures. He say yoghurt, i say we dont haby any. He suggests a selection of sweet things. I know we have a Tiny amount of honey. As he explains what i should do. I just act like a lityle turd twisting his words and directions and laughing way too much.

I wanted to try and get a bit of a rise out of him as i was so worked up and thought it might help him get that bit nastier with suggestions. He gwarned me of backchatting and gave very explicit directions.

I Went to get the honey bug then thought treacle was also on the list and i thought there was some up the back of the kitch cupboard. There was and it was pretty much brand new full. I send picture of tge almost empty honey bottle and then a pic of treacle with a caption about me stupidly admitting to finding it.

I Make some excuses and he doesnt accept them? I decide against finish the honey on my head and just use tge treacle only. He didnt seem to notice that deliberate miss following of orders. But he might now if he reads this

So I went and got myself sat down in shower floor,. I opened the jar of treacle, smelled it and thought wtf am i doing this shit some rando on internet said to do.

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I sit holding the jar up for quite a while and start to try and psych muself up to pour it. I hate how mess feels, i know it arouses me, but the reality of while it happens is simply horrid. It is worse in my mind doing it to myself as well. It just ramps up the humiliating feeling. I go to tip the jar a liitle further but then I change my mind. I dont need to do this to myself at the behest of an internet random.

I go to pull back the jar in my shaking hand, but its so full that the first bit drips out. I decide i Should just finish what has already started.

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I get most of It out. He ran alot more quickly than expected. My head is enveloped, it tastes ok. I tentatively open my eyes to see if i am holding phone at ok angles for pictures. The world looks sepia and blobbily distorted my the film of treacle hanging in front of my eyes.

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It peels away quickly and i look down at my body and the shower floor. There are dark drips everywhere around me in a nice splatter pattern.

I take pictures of me touching nipples as instructed l.

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I am sure to include my grumpy messy face...

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I begin scooping some of the sticky mess and rubbing it into my clit as I was told to do.

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I put the phone down and focus more on rubbing myself to climax. I let my mind wander and it swirls though what im doing and why im doing ut, and how i felt othertimes being messy in the past. I think about how the pictures might look, as i couldnt really make sure i looked ok or even attractive. I had avoided mirrors most of the last decade, im not feeling very confident with aging.

Im struggling to finish with the unconfident thoughts im having, so i decide im already covered might as well spread it around. I Scool a hanful off my chest and belly. I proceed to smear it up my arsecrack, rubbing it in. Feeling it stick and pull at sensitive skin. I rub my clit faster and decide i might as well really rub it in.

I push the sticky treacle around and toward my butthole i start fingering it inside me, not poking far just to the first finger joint. In and out scopping and pushing a bit more inside me little by little.

I think about what this must look like, a mess on the floor with my hands busily working away. Thats enough for my brain to get along with and i start to shudder as i orgasm.

But now im a sticky mess so i must shower. I Clean myselff off then take my phone back to the bedroom to turn my assignment in. I am nervous after sending the pictures, scared of the reaction. So i go make a meme instead.

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PieKing seems to think i am still in the situation as says he will let me get off if i rub it into my butt. I smile to myself then tell him that I must be a psychic as I already did that to myself.
I Get a wave of shame emotion flow over me and i tell him "And now i got the pricky hot face arms torso blush going again."

He is very complimentary about what i just sent him.

I wonder how true to his threats of trashing me with mess on a Live video call really are. I have been prepping items just incase.