I sit blind and bound in the pool, lightly struggling against the bindings on my hands which prevent me from touching myself and removing my goggles, gag, or collar. The sound of someone picking up a bucket is the only indication I have for what kind of mess is about happen. Then the feeling of warm goo spreads over my head, gooping up my short hair and rushing over my face. I pull against my bindings in shock as it slides over my black PVC trench corset and panties. It pulls down and comes off of me in slimy strings. I teased as I try to play with it and myself but am unable to. As I struggle I fall into the pool of gunge, struggling to touch myself in any way. Finally, I feel the chain link holding my hands hostage and manage to undo my bindings. I bring up handfuls in my mitted hands and shove them into my panties. The feeling is exquisite. I needed to get the mitts off. I fumble around in the mess, blind until I get them slippery enough to pull off. Then I am really able to feel and explore in the mess. I manage to to undo the gag muffling my moans. Finally I am able to appreciate the mess in it's entirety. I pour more into my corset and panties before collapsing into a puddle of gooey pleasure.
watcher8 said: Daaaaaaaaaamn. That's definitely going in the cart.
p.s. glad to see you're (evidently!) recovered from the accident too.
I'm pretty much recovered, all that's left now are a few railroad track scars on my arm All I need to do now is focus on my physical therapy to regain strength in my left arm and regain wrist mobility. After all, buckets of slime and apple pie filling aren't going to dump themselves over me.
Love you, too
That's definitely going in the cart. 
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