This happened this evening and I wanted to share. It's not fiction - my wife and I do this about once a month. Usually we fantasise about what we want to do and then carry it out.

I've got a real humiliation fetish. I really love wam and I also cross dress. I have a real thing for formal wear...I love seeing sexy ladies wearing it and I try my best to emulate them.

This evening my wife demanded my clothes as she was loading the washing machine. She said I needed something clean to wear while we waited and then playfully handed me some clothes she'd dug out of the wardrobe and said it would be hot if I put them on.

She'd chosen a really nice gold satin pussybow blouse, above the knee black pencil skirt and she took her bra off and handed me it. She helped me get dressed and tied the pussybow for me. I have to say I looked pretty damn hot.

We spent the evening on the sofa watching a film. She likes to stroke the satin and says she finds it relaxing.

So, we have food and I'm very careful not to get my clothes dirty. They're not brand new, I've worn them before, but they're still pristine and I really like it that way.

Then she gets a really mischievous look in her eye. I half dread this look and also fucking love it. She says she wants me to follow her into the kitchen and choose dessert.

I know what's coming next but I play along. My outfit still looks impeccable. She sits me down on a chair and asks if I want her to put the blinds down for privacy. I decline. She looks in the fridge.

Out comes a tin of custard. Surely sure wouldn't ruin this smart outfit, I wonder. She opens it. She also gets a large squirty bottle of mayonnaise. I keep thinking of how nice my outfit is and how much I simultaneously don't want her to ruin it but I also want her to tease the fuck out of me. We've had some evenings of me dressed to the nines where the threat of splosh has been there but nothing happened. There's still a small chance this could happen...

... But then she's coming towards me with the tub of custard and a spoon in her hand. She fills the spoon with custard and I'm ready to taste it but then she tips it onto my beautiful satin blouse and it splotches onto the bow she had carefully tied earlier.

How humiliating. She spoons out more and tips it onto me, then begins to squirt mayo onto me as well. I sit there motionless. She produces a spatula and massages the mayo into my black skirt. She's giggling with delight and really getting a kick out of ruining me.

She tips more custard over my clothes and onto my head. It begins to run down my face. She's not finished. She's found some chocolate powder. She squeals as she throws it onto me. It smells amazing! She puts a large scoop into my hair.

She pulls my collar forward and pours the last of the custard down onto my (her) white bra. She then tips some cocoa powder down there and begins to massage it in.

She tells me I can touch myself if I want to but I tell her I don't want to mess up my clean sleeves. She reaches down and massages food into them.

Her final act of the evening was to pour cold orange juice down my top. It was very very cold.

Is it wrong that I now want her to ruin me in public like this? Either somewhere away from people (the logistics of getting cleaned up will be hard but I have rolled around fully clothed in mud before) or even better go to the gay village and have her mess me after a night out? Start with her messing my outfit gradually where nobody else can see it to full on milkshake over the head in a fake argument?

I know there are dangers but you only live once, right?

That sounds fun, and really hot! You should go for it!