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"Have you ever gotten accidentally messy?"
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Just wondering if anyone here has been in a situation where you've gotten messy accidentally. Maybe you were volunteered to sit in a dunk tank, someone spilled something on you, a friend innocently smeared cake on your face at a birthday party, etc. How did you handle it? Were you able to compartmentalize your kink?
One time when leaving work for the day it was raining an a big pool of mud had formed close to my car. I tried to jump over it and miscalculated ending up slidding and landing with my butt firmly planted into the center of the thick mud. I had to strip down to my boxers and drive home that way because my work pants were completely covered in mud. My coworkers who saw it happened could do nothing but laugh at me. I laughed as well even though I thoughly enjoyed it.
Yes, I've accidentally fallen in the mud or unexpectedly ended up waist-deep in bogs a few times when out walking. At first I was worried about what people who saw me would think of me, but in practice they usually don't seem to find it worth mentioning. It was easier for me to handle than if I had got muddy on purpose, because I had an innocent explanation in case anyone did ask what had happened to me.
Yes. Quite a few times as I have been a manager at various places so the staff have often pied me for charity donations. These were all initiated by the staff too. The best occasion was myself and a female colleague used to wind each other up with various jokes and small pranks. One day I was eating lunch in the staff room alone as I was on a late shift. I had bought a sandwich and a choix bun that has cream on the inside. My colleague was just leaving for the day and saw me and the bun whilst I ate my sandwich. She came in to the room and said I am going to close the door because I am going to put that in your face. I laughed thinking she was joking. She picked up the bun, took the top off and proceeded to rub the cream cake all over my face whilst I still had my sandwich in the hand. She rubbed the cream all over and made sure there was nothing left on the base. She laughed and then left me to clean up. She rang me later to make sure it was ok what she had done and I said yes. A couple of weeks later I was on an early shift with her and I said I was feeling tired one morning. She then got some shaving foam on to a folded up bit of paper and make an impromptu bit large foam pie. She then came straight up to me and said this will wake you up and put the pie all over my face and in to my hair this time. It certainly did wake me up. After that we had a couple more messy pranks on each other for a few more months before I I was moved to a bigger site. Fun times and managed to leave it as that without trying to push the agenda with my colleague to something else.
Yes - a few times. Best one was when I was leaving a job and I had no idea it was going to happen. On last day i was sat there in a chair chatting with co-workers. Suddenly 2 of them grabbed me and taped me to the chair. I thought that was it - but another guy came up behind me with a bucket full of lots of slop. I didn't see it coming and first thing I knew was when it hit my head and slopped down my front.
This was followed up with a lot more things - ketchup, chocolate sauce, syrup and the worst one was when I saw a guy approach with a huge bag of flour. Really didn't want that but had no choice. Was the last thing they dumped on me and it was a real mess.
They left me tied in the chair for a while but did untie a hand so i could have a beer. Sitting there totally messed up drinking a beer was amazing.
Unfortunately this was all before iPhones etc so no pics now.
I do remember thinking that I was thankful i had briefs on as if i was in boxers under my pants there is no way my boner wouldn't have be sticking right out
This was followed up with a lot more things - ketchup, chocolate sauce, syrup and the worst one was when I saw a guy approach with a huge bag of flour. Really didn't want that but had no choice. Was the last thing they dumped on me and it was a real mess.
They left me tied in the chair for a while but did untie a hand so i could have a beer. Sitting there totally messed up drinking a beer was amazing.
Unfortunately this was all before iPhones etc so no pics now.
I do remember thinking that I was thankful i had briefs on as if i was in boxers under my pants there is no way my boner wouldn't have be sticking right out
Several times:
- got pulled into a pool fully clothed after a pep rally once. Looking back at it I only had shorts on which I'm not sure why but that was the case.
- needed volunteer hours for something so I ran a dunk tank at a community day. I was also easily influenced so by the time the scheduled people did it I was letting random people do it and eventually wound up getting in myself.
- a sports team I was on did a flag frisbee thing as team building. The field we were on was still wet from the night before and several of us took accidental slides in the mud and were covered by the time the game ended.
- got pulled into a pool fully clothed after a pep rally once. Looking back at it I only had shorts on which I'm not sure why but that was the case.
- needed volunteer hours for something so I ran a dunk tank at a community day. I was also easily influenced so by the time the scheduled people did it I was letting random people do it and eventually wound up getting in myself.
- a sports team I was on did a flag frisbee thing as team building. The field we were on was still wet from the night before and several of us took accidental slides in the mud and were covered by the time the game ended.
Hunkinthegunk said: Here's an honest & true story of the first time I was ever pied in the face. It's long, but worth the read.
When I was in college, before I really knew what WAM was or even how it was fetish related, my college roommates and I all pied each other. It was the first time I had gotten pied and it was pretty epic.
It all started with our goofy roommate who was always saying stupid stuff or not pulling his weight with the chores. My other roommate and I teased him that we'd prank him one day for his annoying behavior, and I always threatened to pie him. He actually seemed excited and joked back that he'd be fine with it as long as it was a real chocolate cream pie. So, on our last day in the house, my other roommate and I went to the store and bought 4 premade crusts, chocolate pudding mix and a few tubs of coolwhip.
Later, my roommate and I made the pies while the goofy roommate slept off a hangover. The pies were runny as the pudding wasn't super firm, but we took them to our back deck and hid them so he wouldn't see. We woke our victim and told him he had to help us with something. He was pretty suspicious, but kindly played along. Once outside, my other roommate grabbed a pie to surprise him by throwing it quickly. Sadly, it broke into pieces with the gloppy pudding and coolwhip only covering half his torso and part of his face. He smiled and laughed as he tasted the chocolate, "Really Guys? Are we seriously doing this!? Well, at least you used real chocolate." I then took another pie and said "Here's the good one!" and at close aim, slammed it in his face, truly covering his face and hair! He staggered a little bit while laughing and trying to wipe the mess out of his eyes.
There were two pies left and it was only fair to let him get his revenge on me. I handed him another pie and said "Well, it's only fair if you pie me back." I eagerly anticipated the hit as he took the pie and tossed into my face at close aim. SPLAT, a direct hit! My dream of being pied had come true as the chocolate & cream dripped down my face & covered my shirt and wind pants. I laughed and joked "Well now I know what it feels like to be on a messy game show!"
After I was clobbered it was my clean roommate's turn. He also took the pie proudly and really seemed to enjoy it. The three of use laughed, took
some pictures and had a great few minutes before figuring out who'd get the shower first. It was a really fun bonding experience and probably the last time we were all together. So pieing each other is great and can be a lot of innocent fun.
When I was in college, before I really knew what WAM was or even how it was fetish related, my college roommates and I all pied each other. It was the first time I had gotten pied and it was pretty epic.
It all started with our goofy roommate who was always saying stupid stuff or not pulling his weight with the chores. My other roommate and I teased him that we'd prank him one day for his annoying behavior, and I always threatened to pie him. He actually seemed excited and joked back that he'd be fine with it as long as it was a real chocolate cream pie. So, on our last day in the house, my other roommate and I went to the store and bought 4 premade crusts, chocolate pudding mix and a few tubs of coolwhip.
Later, my roommate and I made the pies while the goofy roommate slept off a hangover. The pies were runny as the pudding wasn't super firm, but we took them to our back deck and hid them so he wouldn't see. We woke our victim and told him he had to help us with something. He was pretty suspicious, but kindly played along. Once outside, my other roommate grabbed a pie to surprise him by throwing it quickly. Sadly, it broke into pieces with the gloppy pudding and coolwhip only covering half his torso and part of his face. He smiled and laughed as he tasted the chocolate, "Really Guys? Are we seriously doing this!? Well, at least you used real chocolate." I then took another pie and said "Here's the good one!" and at close aim, slammed it in his face, truly covering his face and hair! He staggered a little bit while laughing and trying to wipe the mess out of his eyes.
There were two pies left and it was only fair to let him get his revenge on me. I handed him another pie and said "Well, it's only fair if you pie me back." I eagerly anticipated the hit as he took the pie and tossed into my face at close aim. SPLAT, a direct hit! My dream of being pied had come true as the chocolate & cream dripped down my face & covered my shirt and wind pants. I laughed and joked "Well now I know what it feels like to be on a messy game show!"
After I was clobbered it was my clean roommate's turn. He also took the pie proudly and really seemed to enjoy it. The three of use laughed, took
some pictures and had a great few minutes before figuring out who'd get the shower first. It was a really fun bonding experience and probably the last time we were all together. So pieing each other is great and can be a lot of innocent fun.
Do the pictures still exist? Love to see that!
I've been unexpectedly pied at a birthday party before, and my old friend/model Olivia would randomly prank me with handfuls of shaving cream to the face when we hung out. That was payback for what I did to her in the videos and she also thought it was funny that it would give me a boner.
Back in the day I used to work at a barbecue joint.
I would come in at 4:30 in the morning and pull the pork shoulders from the smoking pits, so when the 8:00 kitchen crew got there they could pull the pork and get the kitchen ready for lunch.
There were two smoke pits and they were basically giant rotisseries.
A lot of times when the frozen pork shoulders were cooking they would change shape and sometimes fall off of the racks into the bottom of the smoke pit.
Sometimes the rack itself would fall to dislodging itself from the cradle of the rotisserie.
You would think that any big expensive piece of equipment would have a shut off if the rotisserie ran into any resistance....ho ho ho.... Not so.
Some mornings I would come in and every single pork shoulder would be in the bottom of the pit and all the racks falling off being bent and twisted.
Most times I could clear everything standing outside of the smoker.... But not so on this one fateful day.... Hence your story...
One morning the rotisserie was just f***** up beyond belief, and there is no way I can straighten things out without getting inside of it. I pulled the handle underneath to drain the excess pork fat from the smoker, but not all of the fat always drained out of the drain hole.
I climbed up in the smoker and began pulling on the racks trying to dislodge them from the mess that the rotisserie had twisted them into.
As I was trying to untangle and dislodge two racks that were mangled together, my feet slipped in the pork fat, and went flying out underneath me.
Sooooo... I wound up sitting down in a puddle of hot pork fat.
I will never forget the feeling of all that grease seeping into my pants.
Some of you might find that a turn on and like it.... I myself did not.
I am a PIE BOY.... I love being humiliated in public with Cream Pies in my Face, and Cream Pies in my pants....
Hot greasy pork fat.... not so much.
When the 8:00 a.m. crew got there, I drove home to take a shower and change clothes. My work pants had to go straight to the garbage. There was no way to wash that amount of oily fat out.
I would come in at 4:30 in the morning and pull the pork shoulders from the smoking pits, so when the 8:00 kitchen crew got there they could pull the pork and get the kitchen ready for lunch.
There were two smoke pits and they were basically giant rotisseries.
A lot of times when the frozen pork shoulders were cooking they would change shape and sometimes fall off of the racks into the bottom of the smoke pit.
Sometimes the rack itself would fall to dislodging itself from the cradle of the rotisserie.
You would think that any big expensive piece of equipment would have a shut off if the rotisserie ran into any resistance....ho ho ho.... Not so.
Some mornings I would come in and every single pork shoulder would be in the bottom of the pit and all the racks falling off being bent and twisted.
Most times I could clear everything standing outside of the smoker.... But not so on this one fateful day.... Hence your story...
One morning the rotisserie was just f***** up beyond belief, and there is no way I can straighten things out without getting inside of it. I pulled the handle underneath to drain the excess pork fat from the smoker, but not all of the fat always drained out of the drain hole.
I climbed up in the smoker and began pulling on the racks trying to dislodge them from the mess that the rotisserie had twisted them into.
As I was trying to untangle and dislodge two racks that were mangled together, my feet slipped in the pork fat, and went flying out underneath me.
Sooooo... I wound up sitting down in a puddle of hot pork fat.
I will never forget the feeling of all that grease seeping into my pants.
Some of you might find that a turn on and like it.... I myself did not.
I am a PIE BOY.... I love being humiliated in public with Cream Pies in my Face, and Cream Pies in my pants....
Hot greasy pork fat.... not so much.
When the 8:00 a.m. crew got there, I drove home to take a shower and change clothes. My work pants had to go straight to the garbage. There was no way to wash that amount of oily fat out.
ThePieBoy
BigSam said: I've been unexpectedly pied at a birthday party before, and my old friend/model Olivia would randomly prank me with handfuls of shaving cream to the face when we hung out. That was payback for what I did to her in the videos and she also thought it was funny that it would give me a boner.
Olivia sounds like my kind of girl...
The unexpected Pieing at a birthday party....
Oh my goodness!!!!
Don't ask me why but it has always been a fantasy of mine to be Cream Pied in the Face by a complete stranger in public without any planning in advance.
I would love to be sitting at a booth in a restaurant, dressed up in my best Latex Rubber outfit and PVC Vinyl Raincoat, and some complete stranger just takes it apon themselves to smash a Cream Pie in my Face.
I don't care what their motive is.
It's a sensation I would love to feel.
I made a forum post about this scenario about 2 years ago..... And it surprised me a little bit at how pissed off people got over this scenario.
Apparently a lot of people feel that they have to give consent before someone "Wams" them. Trust me I get it....
But for me personally....ooo la la...I would LOVE that to happen to me.
ThePieBoy
Lem E Havit said: Just wondering if anyone here has been in a situation where you've gotten messy accidentally. Maybe you were volunteered to sit in a dunk tank, someone spilled something on you, a friend innocently smeared cake on your face at a birthday party, etc. How did you handle it? Were you able to compartmentalize your kink?
Many times especially before I knew how much I liked wam
Mud and water with rainstorms was definitely the thing that comes to mind first.
Ok one thing just came to mind I just got done running a marathon and they had cake and I left it on my seat and came back and was looking for it and couldn't find what happened to it not realizing that I sat on it because of how tired I was
Doing charity with wam is probably my favorite in a public context
Paint with play and surrender
7/25/23, 3:55am: This post won't bump the thread to the top.
Curiouspaints said:
Many times especially before I knew how much I liked wam
Mud and water with rainstorms was definitely the thing that comes to mind first.
Ok one thing just came to mind I just got done running a marathon and they had cake and I left it on my seat and came back and was looking for it and couldn't find what happened to it not realizing that I sat on it because of how tired I was
Doing charity with wam is probably my favorite in a public context
Lem E Havit said: Just wondering if anyone here has been in a situation where you've gotten messy accidentally. Maybe you were volunteered to sit in a dunk tank, someone spilled something on you, a friend innocently smeared cake on your face at a birthday party, etc. How did you handle it? Were you able to compartmentalize your kink?
Many times especially before I knew how much I liked wam
Mud and water with rainstorms was definitely the thing that comes to mind first.
Ok one thing just came to mind I just got done running a marathon and they had cake and I left it on my seat and came back and was looking for it and couldn't find what happened to it not realizing that I sat on it because of how tired I was
Doing charity with wam is probably my favorite in a public context
Many moons ago a sports team I was on, in the midst of a several years long undefeated run, for whatever reason decided to have several coaches get paid at our end-of-season banquet. There was a charity aspect to it- the top 3 money raisers from our annual swimathon would get to choose a coach.
I should clarify that no one actually got really messy. I think it may have been different if we were at a pool and in bathing suits and stuff but two of them were in dresses so they had all of them in oversized tees and in swim caps and goggles and it was like a single pie tin filled with whipped cream to the face and that was it. The only one to actually get it on her outfit was in a maxi dress and got like a dab of it on her knee but nothing more than that.
When I was 30 I and a coworker who was 20 were invited by another coworker who was 18 to his high school graduation reception. It was that same evening. When we arrived we saw a bouncy house AND a dunk tank. He convinced his parents to rent both and have all his friends and family dunk him.
Over the course of the evening I made a bet who my coworker that whoever dunked the guy graduating first, the loser had to get into the dunk tank. I of course wanted to lose but I also wanted to win and see my friend dunked. We took turns throwing and he won. So I went into the dunk tank.
That was my first dunk tank experience.
Over the course of the evening I made a bet who my coworker that whoever dunked the guy graduating first, the loser had to get into the dunk tank. I of course wanted to lose but I also wanted to win and see my friend dunked. We took turns throwing and he won. So I went into the dunk tank.
That was my first dunk tank experience.
I wouldn't say it was accidentally, but you asked about compartmentalising it.
Several times at a previous workplace I helped to organise charity gungings. I'd be the main instigator, and would often get a bit messy in the prep or clean up. One year I even put myself up as a candidate for gunging and had a whole bucket of gunge thrown in my face and over my head. Afterwards I spent about an hour just covered in gunge cleaning up with a girl who had also been gunged.
Regarding compartmentalisation, yes, I was able to keep this "professional". Although I employed some of my WAM knowhow to make sure the gunge was nice and slimy, and of course I had A LOT of fun, at no point did the experience become a sexual turn on for me. It was just out of context. It was never intended as a sexual act, and therefore it was never sexy. Somehow it was just not connected to my fetish, even though I really enjoyed the experience. I revelled in the weirdness of it, and thought it was cool being so messy (in a sort of artistic way), but I never felt the slightest sexual urge. Thankfully I could just switch off my fetish for that. And we raised a lot of money for charity.
(I did however, collect a lot of the used gunge in a dustbin which was utilised later on in a private "deliberately sexy" WAM session, a picture from which is on my profile! (My foot in the gunge bath))
If somehow the charity event had featured girls being stripped to their underwear or less before being gunged, and having their panties filled with the mess, then something tells me I wouldn't have been able to hold it together so well!!
Several times at a previous workplace I helped to organise charity gungings. I'd be the main instigator, and would often get a bit messy in the prep or clean up. One year I even put myself up as a candidate for gunging and had a whole bucket of gunge thrown in my face and over my head. Afterwards I spent about an hour just covered in gunge cleaning up with a girl who had also been gunged.
Regarding compartmentalisation, yes, I was able to keep this "professional". Although I employed some of my WAM knowhow to make sure the gunge was nice and slimy, and of course I had A LOT of fun, at no point did the experience become a sexual turn on for me. It was just out of context. It was never intended as a sexual act, and therefore it was never sexy. Somehow it was just not connected to my fetish, even though I really enjoyed the experience. I revelled in the weirdness of it, and thought it was cool being so messy (in a sort of artistic way), but I never felt the slightest sexual urge. Thankfully I could just switch off my fetish for that. And we raised a lot of money for charity.
(I did however, collect a lot of the used gunge in a dustbin which was utilised later on in a private "deliberately sexy" WAM session, a picture from which is on my profile! (My foot in the gunge bath))
If somehow the charity event had featured girls being stripped to their underwear or less before being gunged, and having their panties filled with the mess, then something tells me I wouldn't have been able to hold it together so well!!
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