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30 Minute The Payback (Part 3)
Story by smittybill53x
Posted 12/28/16     1024 views
Here's the last part in the Series for the time being

Written by Smittybill53@hotmail.com
Food, Gunge, M/F sexual situations

30 Minute The Payback

I awoke first thing Saturday morning. After last nights sex with Dan I was unable to get a truly sound nights sleep. Thoughts of how I'd started to really enjoy getting messy and the impending payback to Dan caused me to toss and turn with excitement. Being a weekend morning neither Dan or I turn the alarm on, we just wake up when our bodies tell us to. Today mine got me up earlier than I normally get up for work. Today was going to be special for me and most definitely for Dan. I go downstairs and start working on my plans for the day. First things first, how do I get Dan out of the house for a few hours. I start the pot of coffee and gather up my list of ingredients for the holiday party. If I'm going to the trouble of making a mess then at least I'll have something to show for it. Plus this makes for a good alibi when Dan gets up since baking is not one of his fortes and I've had a knack for it since before we first met. I go upstairs to change into work clothes before I undertake the preparations. As I walk in the room Dan rolls over and opens his eyes. Todays the day buster, be prepared. He looks at me half asleep Sure thing hon, 10 more minutes I don't think he understood me as he closed his eyes and fell back to sleep. I pull on a pair of jeans, a t-shirt and my sneakers. I don't want to mess anything good while I'm preparing for later.

Back in the kitchen I'm busy working away making a few double layer cakes. Banana cake with chocolate frosting. Seeing the cake batter as I pour it into the cake tins I realize this was one of the items that website had mentioned for gunging someone with. That started me on building up different ammunition for tonights payback. I start chopping up the fruit for a nice three layer trifle. Then I'm interrupted by Dan walking in the kitchen. Morning Hon, whatcha makin'? I'm working on the desserts for the holiday party next week. Oh right, you mentioned that yesterday. By the way, Rich had an extra ticket for this afternoons college game. Do you mind if I go? Yes I do, I'd rather you take me to one of the games sometime, but I have things to do this morning so go ahead. Wow that went easier than planned. You'll be home for dinner right? Yeah the game should be over by 4pm as long as it doesn't go into OT. I gotta get going if we're going to tailgate before hand. He gives me a peck on the cheek, grabs the keys and is out the door. Finally I can get some serious stuff done.

The remaining morning and afternoon consisted of me baking, prepping gunge and clearing the kitchen of all non essential furnishings. Tonight Dan will get payback and maybe I will get to have some fun as well.

I arrive at the parking lot where Rich and Mae are already set up for the tailgate. Yo Dan what's happening, glad you could make it. We exchange pleasantries. You and Mae seem to be doing well. Yeah, things have started to spark between us again so things are good. Did you get those links I sent you? Yeah but you sent them to mine and Helen's common email address. Oh shit, sorry my bad. I know you didn't want Helen to know about your interests yet. Well, she kinda found out about somethings but I don't know if she saw the email. What do you mean kinda found out? Since Mae went off down the parking lot to another group of tailgaters I figured I could tell Rich about the sleepwalking incident. After telling him he breaks out laughing at the thought of me wearing Helen's clothes. Well I can't say I wore Mae's clothes the first time I got caught but she did catch me covered in food. It happened on day, I'd called out sick from work and Mae came home early since she wasn't feeling well. What did she do? Well first she just walked right out of the bathroom and just slammed the door to the bedroom. We were in the middle of some difficulties at the time. So I just cleaned up and went to talk to her about what I was doing in the bathroom covered in beans and custard and various other food stuffs. She asked why and I told her about some sites that I'd found on the internet looking for ways to spice up our relationship. She had asked if I was turned on by the process and I'd said yeah I was. I showed her a couple of the links and told her about what it felt like. Long story short she was willing to give it a try and really got into it. What about you and Helen? I haven't had the chance yet to talk to her but it felt great when I did it. The only problem is that she's pissed I ruined a very expensive pair of her boots and trashed a leather skirt of hers. Well with me and Mae we've been at this now for a couple of weeks and have gotten into some rather kinky situations at home. She's taken to it like a duck to water and I've been having a great time having these sploshing sessions together. We continue tailgating for a couple more hours until the game starts. Lots of beverages were consumed, lots of food eaten by all and the game was pretty good too. I bring up the conversation with Mae while Rich was away using the facilities. She mentions that this whole experience has been most enriching for their relationship and that if I should be open to the fun then Helen should also be willing to be open about sploshing as well. As long as we are open to each others feelings then anything we do together will end up good. I continue thinking about these feelings I have for Helen and the new feelings I've discovered by covering myself with all sorts of stuff. Maybe I should tell Helen and see if she's willing to do this as well. I'd like to not hide this from her. Or at least not cause her to have to clean up after me if I get messy while sleepwalking.

I arrive home after the game. There's a note stating that to remain out of the doghouse I was to follow everything Helen had written. There was also an odd drawstring bag on the counter. I opened it up to find my old Dungeons and Dragons dice. Why would Helen have dug these out of the attic. I make my way up to the bedroom, Helen's there waiting. Took you long enough to get home. I'm most disappointed that you spent the entire afternoon away from your wife. She's talking in a tone that is making me fearful of what might be in store for me. I don't know what to say other than you gave your blessing before I left. Well maybe you should have stayed here instead. I try to sell the anger to Dan to keep him off guard. OK, you made it up here and you realize you are to be punished for the other night. Yeah I guess, but I don't understand why you brought out my old D&D dice? That will be obvious in a bit. In front of me is three outfits laying on the bed. One outfit is a business suit that I'd wear for holidays or other important functions but was starting to get a little tight in certain areas. The second outfit was a pair of cargo pants and a flannel shirt. The third outfit was a pair of gym shorts and my old basketball tank top. There was a number placed on top of each outfit. What are the numbers for? I ask inquisitively. Since you went to the football game and didn't take me, I thought we'd play a game of our own. You remember the first time I met you?Yeah kinda it was back in high school right? Damn I probably should remember little things like this but this is still not clear to me what is going on here. You were in the cafeteria playing D&D with some of you buddies. Oh right now I'm starting to remember. That's right one of the dice we'd been rolling fell onto the floor and as I went to pick it up I knocked into you spilling your lunch all down the front of your uniform. Well I guess you do remember some things from back then. So is this about then or about the other night? Oh it's most certainly about the other night but bringing up the memory of that day... I'll use that as some additional reasons for this payback. Wow he really remembered that? I think that was the first time I'd ever been totally covered in food. Even though it was unintentional I must have secretly had a switch flipped in my subconscious that was turned back on when I saw Dan covered in food in the kitchen. Right back to the task at hand. The dice will determine what you are wearing for this payback. Why then are there four numbers and only three outfits on the bed? The fourth number is for a mystery outfit that I chose for this special occasion. And should you roll that number you will get the opportunity to find out what it is. Otherwise I'll save it for later. I give a small gulp as the clothes on the bed are rather mundane but this mystery getup what is that all about? Just pull out your four sided die and roll. If you don't you'll be in the dog house for longer than the holidays. I dig into the pouch and produce a translucent green four sided die. I roll. Ha a four. That means you get to wear the mystery outfit. Helen was almost beside herself with glee. I hadn't seen her so happy in quite some time. As she bounced over to her closet her slim legs poking out from under her bathrobe. Helen returned with a box. This was not a larger box but big enough to hold a suit or something along those lines. Here you go. Put it on and don't ask questions. When you're done go down into the basement. I'll follow you shortly I need to change as well. Oh I can't wait to see Dan in his mystery outfit. I do hope it fits. The lady at the store was so helpful with picking it out. I take the box from Helen and go into the bathroom to change. I hear the bedroom door close behind me. I put the box down on the counter to survey what this Mystery that Helen has procured for me. I take off the lid and see a shiny black dress? A dress? I pull it out and there is a white shirt, white panties and white stockings underneath. What did I do to deserve this? As I pull the shirt out it catches something in the box which falls to the floor. A feather duster. OMG is all I could think as the realization sank in. Helen bought a maids outfit for me to wear. Well if this allows me and Helen to vent our feelings then I'll just need to suck it up and follow along with what she has planned. I take off the clothes I'd been wearing and was greeted with a sudden chill as the room was not especially warm. I bend over and pull up the panties. These are a bit on the tight side but are silky smooth. I sit down and begin to pull the stockings on. I pull them over my ankles up to my knees and over to my thigh. I finish with the other and feel a bit warmer now that I'm partly clothed. The slick feeling of the stockings is almost the same as the silk pj's that Helen had given me last winter. The tightness of them though was a bit more arousing. I put my arms through the sleeves of the shirt or in actually a puffy blouse. Buttoning it was a bit difficult as they all seemed to be on the wrong side of the shirt. The last part was the black dress. This turned out to be pvc and had short sleeves but with a puffy shoulder. The dress was low cut in the front and back and was long enough to just brush against my legs about where the tops of the stockings came on my thighs. I stood up to check that I'd gotten all parts out of the box. I saw that there was another box and a small bag still in the bigger box. I pulled off the lid of the small box which revealed a pair of black patent high heels. The heel was a little chunky and there was a small platform. I'm already feeling a bit humiliated at having to wear this dress but I have to wear heels? I yell out to Helen but all I get back is. I said NO QUESTIONS are to be asked! Shit I guess I have to go all the way. I unstrap the first shoe and slip it on. The fit is rather good but I figure Helen's got similar sized feet and must have tried them on first anyway. I buckle the strap over my instep and put the second of the pair on. I try standing up and grab onto the vanity for stability. The platform seems to have added a couple of inches and the heel a couple more to my height. I take a few steps walking around the bathroom just trying to get the feel for these heels. The last object is the small bag which contained a pair of black patent gloves. I give out a small sigh before pulling them on up and over my elbows. Now I start to understand why it takes women so long to get ready at times. As I teeter in the heels and bend down to pick up the feather duster I hear the sound of the bedroom door closing and the click of heels as Helen heads downstairs. I guess she's ready I might as well head down too.

As Dan enters the bathroom I close the door to the bedroom so he can't peek. I walk back over to my closet and pull out the bags that I picked up at the boutique store. I think back to yesterday when I finally went into that little unnamed boutique and was blown away by the kinky stuff they had. Jill was the only one in the shop when I entered and smiled at me from behind the counter. I blushed a bit as I'd never been in a place like this before. There were racks and racks of clothes in all different styles, leather, pvc, latex and rubber. Along the walls hung pairs of shoes and boots in all sorts of colors and materials. The lady must have sensed my timidity and broke the silence. Welcome to the House of Kink . I can see you're a little apprehensive being here and I can assure you you're not the first. I get a lot of people who come in, do a quick look and turn to leave. Well this is the first time I've tried stopping in. Good, good, do step in and come out of the cold. I take the lady's advice as it's a bit chilly outside. So what can I help you with? As she spoke she stood up and I notice she's wearing a black leather basque causing an amplification of her already large breasts and slimming her waist at the same time. She walked out from behind the counter and I could see she was wearing a pair of tight fitting leather trousers and a pair of what looked to be 5 or 6 inch heels. I stutter a bit as I'm caught off guard by this woman standing in front of me looking very sexy and all I manage to say is punishment. Ah I see. Her eyes looking inquisitively up and down at me. Err I don't mean in a bad way. My mouth working faster than my brain at this particular moment. Why don't you tell me a little about this 'punishment' you spoke of. I'm Jill by the way. Nice to meet you I'm Helen. I proceed to tell Jill about what happened and what I wanted to do to get Dan back. After chatting for a while Jill started to offer suggestions as to what I might want to do for a roll play. I admit it's been a while since I'd been in the theater. That's not the kind of roll-play I was getting at. If you are going to dish out some punishment to your husband then you need to play the dominant roll and he needs to play the submissive part. Listening to Jill she starts to rummage through the racks for clothes to fill both sides of the roll play. I start to look through a rack and pull out a maids outfit. That's a good choice for the sub in this game. Ah, here's something for the dom. She pull out a pvc catsuit and holds it up for me to see. WOW is all I get out. The red catsuit is shiny with long sleeves but has no legs so to speak. This looks like it might fit. Why don't you go try it on, the changing room is over near the back. I take the shiny red suit out of her hands and head back towards the dressing room. As I take off my clothes I hear her ask what my shoe size is. I respond and start putting on the catsuit. I step into the legs and pull it up to my waist. It fits this far. I reach my right arm into the sleeve and pull it up to my shoulder. I do the same with the other one. There's a long cord attached to the rear zipper which makes it easy to pull the zip up the back. The suit goes all the way up to a high neck. I look at myself in the mirror and stand amazed at the sexy woman on the other side. I turn around and admire the look and feel of the tight pvc hugging my bottom and supporting my chest. I was starting to feel like something was missing when Jill came to the room and slid a box under the changing room door. Here you go these should fit. I pick up the box and remove the lid. Sitting before me is a pair of shiny red boots. They looked to be the same material as my catsuit. I pulled one of them out, these are amazingly tall boots. I sat on the bench and pulled them on as there was no zipper. These came up over my knee and past my thigh and just touching the bottom of my catsuit. Crotch high boots? I exclaim in silence. I pull the other boot on and stand up. The four inch heel was easy enough for me to stand and walk in so I opened the door and walked over to the full length mirror. Sure enough there was no part of me that wasn't red except my shoulder length dark brown hair. The boots covering my legs until the catsuit took over covering me up to my neck. That looks good on you, how does it feel? It feels great. Now you know, the benefit of pvc is that it's easy to keep clean so if you should be retaliated against there should be no fear of ruining anything. Oh one last item. Jill hands me a small black riding crop. No good dom should be without one. I snap out of my day dream when I hear Dan start to ask questions about his outfit. I said NO QUESTIONS are to be asked! I finished pulling on my outfit and grab my crop before heading downstairs.

I slowly make my way down the stairs to the basement. Once there I hear Helen tell me to stay put and put the blindfold on that's right on the shelf at the bottom of the steps. I do as I'm told and I hear the clicks of her shoes on the concrete floor approach where I'm standing. Good I see that the dress fits you well and you seem to be able to walk acceptably in those shoes. I was afraid that their platform might throw you off a bit. Um can't we talk this over isn't this enough payback, me being dressed as a maid and all? Absolutely not. This payback involves hard work and since you are MY maid you will need to do as I say. These last words were spoken with a loathing and spitefulness that I'd not realized Helen could muster in her voice. Can I at least take off the blindfold? Not yet, follow me. I take Helen's hand and follow as she guides me to the back room. Helen then sits me down in a chair in the room. Can I take it off now? You can take it off in a bit when I'm ready for you to. Until then keep silent! I hear the clicking of Helen's shoes walking around the room, then the clicking of a switch. Suddenly I'm hit with a wave of heat. I want to ask what is going on but I hear Helen continue to walk around and move some things off to the side. Suddenly I hear a sharp click click click and the cold of metal around my ankles. Did you just handcuff my feet? I Said to keep quiet. But yes I don't need you trying to escape at the moment. Helen proceeds to tie up my gloved hands before removing the blindfold. My vision is met by a very bright light. I can't see Helen but I can hear her beyond the bright light in the darkness. I turn my head in hopes of getting a glimpse of what's to come or of Helen but I'm met with another light on each side. All of which are casting there warmth upon me. The fact that I'm wearing a black dress is only enhancing the heat I'm feeling from the lights. I look down to see my feet hand cuffed to the legs of the chair. Too bad this is a sturdy chair, I might actually hurt myself if I tried to break the legs of it. It finally clicks so to speak as to where the lights came from. What are you doing with Dad's photography lights? "I asked him if I could borrow these for a photography project I wanted to do. The lilt in her voice as she said this could only mean that this or actually I was the photography project she referred to. Is this going to take long? I say as the heat from the lights is starting to cause me to sweat. This will take as long as I feel it necessary. I hear her walk up behind me and then feel a sharp sting on my leg as Helen hits me with something. That's for asking too many questions. Ah this is playing just as Jill had suggested. I continue walking around so as to make Dan more disoriented. All the baking and preparing from earlier today sure has left me with a lot of stuff to use on Dan. And to think he's gonna have to clean it up this time. I let out a small giggle. What's so funny? Oh nothing. You'll find out soon enough.

You remember the other night when I woke you in the kitchen and found you covered in food? Do you realize how much work it was to clean up all that mess you made? I didn't even find all the mess that night and came across it the next morning. And my boots and skirt were beyond help of being worn for everyday use." But I remember you wearing those clothes after I went up to shower. Indeed you did and that's something we've not talked about yet until now anyways. So I've set up a little something that should give you your own payback but also satisfy my needs. What need is that? I ask in a more curious tone. Well, you see, I myself was quite turned on when I tried on the clothes you'd messed up. I do remember Helen looking damn sexy standing in the bathroom doorway with the clothes still dripping with the food I'd poured all over them. I was reminded of some of the photos that Rich had shown me of people in smart and sexy clothes being sploshed. I also remember you having a look of enjoyment before I woke you when you were still wearing most of the contents of the refrigerator. I had to admit that that was probably true but being awoken from my sleepwalk I couldn't remember to confirm Helen's statement.

I continue walking around outside the lights trying to decide how best to proceed. I want to enjoy this myself but I need to maintain my own self-control. After all this is to be Dan's punishment. I hear a few clicks but they aren't coming from the floor. Are you taking pictures of this? I'm getting worried as to how serious my grievance was and I don't particularly want pictures of me dressed as a maid showing up places. Why yes, I figured since I borrowed the flood lights I'd take the time to actually take some pictures. This way when I return them to your father I won't have to attempt to lie about why I needed them. Communication is a good thing, don't you think? Um, yeah sure it's a great thing. Why were you covered in food the other night? I don't know. I try to sound as convincing as possible. If you don't answer my questions you will be punished. I start to mumble but as I do a gloved hand appears from the darkness as a pie is smashed squarely in my face. I told you this is payback. I recoil from the blow and taste banana. I feel the contents dripping down and falling with a splat onto my lap. Why did you hit me with a pie? Oh Dan, tsk tsk you should have answered my question more informatively. As you can see or not see in this case I'm going to do to you what you did to yourself. What benefit does this do for me or you? I'm asking the questions and if I decide to answer one of yours I will. However... I can't hear what Helen was saying as what felt like two pies hitting me on either side of my head muffle her sound. I noticed you were enjoying yourself the other night and I'd like to know what brought that on? I shake my head to get some of the pie off so I can hear Helen asking me about the other night again. I'm trying to formulate a response but before I can speak I feel the back of my blouse being pulled out and a warm sticky substance making its way down my back. Your going to need to answer more quickly or you will continue to have stuff assaulted onto you. Or, do you like this kind of treatment? I'm feeling the sticky stuff start to pool at my back side and I feel a slight tingle at my front. You don't have to answer that last one as I can see you answer. Well this is getting embarrassing having my wife attempt to torture me and all I can do is get aroused. I hear some clicks of what must be the camera. What was that email on the computer about that had gunge in the title? Shit did she actually read that letter? Is that what this is about? Too slow. This time I'll go for something a bit more sloppy. I pick up a bowl of oatmeal. Its gotten cold but when I mixed it it seemed to have a nice consistency. I shiver at the cold of the oatmeal being poured over the front of my shirt, splatting on the pvc of my dress and finding its way down to my slowly rising cock. These sensations are incredible. I don't think I would have realized it had I not been awake for this. It's a letter from Rich. And it was supposed to be sent to my inbox. Go on. Why did you need to try to be sneaky about it? It's stuff we'd talked about at work and he thought I might enjoy looking at the sites. Ok now I'm interested in what he has to say. Having seen the sites already I should know the answers but I want Dan to tell me himself. What kind of sites and what brought this up in the first place. I don't speak up quickly enough and something that smells of chocolate is poured over my head. You seem confused as to what I'm asking and what that last substance was. That was cake batter dear and if you don't get your act together, well I'm afraid of what you might get turned into. Ok ok I'll try to explain this better. I start from the beginning and explain about what Rich and I had been talking of at work. I must have been captivating enough as nothing more was poured on me for a while. So this is something you've wanted to try then is it? Not necessarily. I try to explain that these things had just been suggestions to get couple to talk to one another. Either I wasn't getting to the point fast enough or Helen was getting antsy I see a pitcher come out of the darkness and start to pour cold milk down my front. This had the effect of soaking my shirt and pooling around my bottom and giving a boost to my softening erection. Oh, I see that felt good maybe you'd like some more? I didn't know whether or not to respond to that question as I'd gotten stuff if I answered too slowly but I also was really starting to like this feeling as I was covered with more and more food. When nothing came I asked. Is there something you'd like to tell me about what you know of the email and this mess?

Dan's answer was making sense and I could see from his reactions that he was starting to enjoy it. I noticed that his cock was starting to droop a bit and to perk things up again I decided to pour a pitcher of cold milk down his front. The effect of which was almost instantaneous. The contrast of the black shiny dress with the oats, cake batter, pie filling and milk all pooling in Dan's lap, I'm tempted to just swap places and have that all poured on me. But I need to stay focused on the task at hand. I giggled at how even with the two of us avoiding each others questions that we were drawing much closer by this sploshing session. I must have started to daydream a bit when I was caught off guard by Dan's question. Well I did find the email and I did read it. I know about Rich and Mae and the rest of the contents of the letter. I even went so far as to check out some of the sites. So what are you trying to get at then? You know what it was about and know what I ended up doing what more do you want from me? I'm a little taken aback by the accusatory tone from Dan and fetch a bucket of beans that would give a nice color to the scene and be a change from all the sweets I've already poured over him.

Lets see if I can get her to do something more so I start asking her questions and accusing her of being nosy about the emails. Apparently this did annoy her as I'm greeted with a bucket of beans over my head which she even leaves the bucket there so I can't see anything. I feel Helen's gloved hands move up my legs and under my skirt and start to fondle my now bulging erection. I can see you want this finished off but I can't till I'm done what I need to do. And with that she removed her hand an wiped it on my stockinged thigh. Then I felt her removing my shoes. Seeing as how you filled my good boots with food, I'm going to do the same with your shoes here. That was true I did ruin her good boots but what difference would her ruining a pair of shoes she'd gotten for this event do for me. I could hear something that sounded like a shaving cream can being dispensed. I hear Helen walk back and feel her grab my foot. The softness of the substance as it encases my foot causing all free space to disappear inside the shoe. She grabs the other one but this one didn't feel the same, sticky and thick but a bit lumpy at the same time. What did you put in the shoes Helen? Oh some whipped cream in the one and strawberry preserves in the other. Oh could you please stand up. I did as I was asked the pressure of my weight pushing the gooey substances all around my feet and I must say causing a stir internally for me as well. I can see this is still to your liking, bend over for me. As I do I can just get a glimpse out of the bottom of the bucket that Helen is dressed in something really shiny but other than that it's hard to tell as the beans fall back into my face.

I'm jealous of the treatment Dan's receiving but he does look good and as he stands up all the stuff in his lap falls with a splat on the floor around his feet. I have him bend over. This is so I can obliterate his back side. I lift up his dress revealing the panties I'd picked out for him. They seemed fairly devoid of mess so I grabbed another chocolate cream pie and push it into his ass making sure it was well and covered. I get a slight moan from the bucket. You seem to be liking this too much Dan. I'm not sure I can have that. I grab a layer cake and put it onto the chair. You can sit back down now.

I give out a soft moan as Helen rubs what must have been another pie into my ass. I'm starting to really enjoy this and I can see why all the people on those websites seem to be smiling when there covered in all this goo. My feeling of mirth is short lived as Helen has me sit down again. You put a cake on the chair? Isn't that a little childish? No, at least according to some of those sites it's a common thing to have one sit in a cake. It feels good doesn't it? I have to admit this is a nice squidgy feeling as the pie filling mingles with the soft pastry of the cake. Could you please take this bucket off of my head. I hear nothing but am relieved as the bucket is removed. I look around but Helen's disappeared into the darkness behind the bright lights. Thanks I think. I don't get a response but I feel something start to pour over my head. I look up to be greeted with a bucket of black stuff. It tastes kinda sweet. What is that? Oh that's molasses. It's dark and sticky and thick and it makes you all shiny. The sound of giggles coming from Helen as she finishes her sentence. Don't you think I'm enough of a mess now? Can we stop this? I'm not quite finished yet.

In reality I'm just about done. I want Dan to get me back now. His punishment has always been to clean this mess up anyway. The role play was a bonus to get him to explain himself to me before I let him in on My secret. I just need to get a little more info and stay focused until that time things get out of hand.

What do you think of the mess your in right now? I'm starting to enjoy it a bit. It's probably not to hard to see my enjoyment by the pole under the dress I'm wearing. Do you know why I had you dress up? I can say no I don't. Well I can tell you but you seem to not be quite dirty enough at the moment. Helen comes up behind me again, this time she starts to crack some eggs over my head. By pulling out the neck of my shirt some of the eggs flow down the inside. I lose count after the first dozen eggs. The cold of the eggs pooling around my waist. The waistband of my dress keeping the eggs around my stomach. There, thats good for now. I'm still wondering how much longer I'll be stuck here. Well you already know that after you went to clean up the other night I came into the bathroom wearing my messed clothes. I nod. I saw the look in your face when you saw me. What you may not know is I got incredibly turned on wearing them. The puzzle pieces of all this are starting to fall into place. When I went out shopping yesterday I purposely picked out the outfit your wearing now. I also picked out the one I'm wearing just for this kind of occasion. I look around as this red beauty finally steps out of darkness and into the light. A statuesque woman towering boots that seem to disappear into her red catsuit and long above the elbow gloves that look similar to mine but aren't as shiny. Remembering back when she grabbed my unit they were kinda soft, must be leather I think. This is the first time I've seen Helen dressed this sexily. She stands there with her legs apart, hands on the hips, smirking at me.

I'm satisfied with the overall state of Dan but he needs a finishing touch. I take a couple of dozen eggs and crack them over his head, pulling his collar out to let the slime of the eggs flow inside. I tell about my own findings and the experiences of the last few days. I pull back one of the lights so I have room to show Dan who's been giving him his due. I stand in front of him my feet apart and hands on my hips. So what do you think? I don't even need him to respond, the look on his face and the tent in his lap are all the compliments I need. I smirk at this gunged and obliterated maid sitting in cake in front of me. I'm in stark contrast to Dan completely clean except for a few splats here and there from stuff plashing off Dan. I walk toward Dan and straddle his lap. You want me to finish you off don't you. I say in my best Marilyn Monroe impersonation. I get a sheepish nod from Dan. I sit down on his lap. I cringe at the cold mess of stuff from his lap that hits me between my boots and catsuit, I wrap my gloved arms around is chest and as I plant a big long kiss on his pied, beaned and egg head I untie his hands. He takes his gloved arms and squeezes me closer. I take one arm and reach down under his dress and start to play with his throbbing unit. I stroke him faster and faster, the gunge acting as a lube for my leather clad hand. As he cums I can feel the warmth of his juices through the leather of the glove. We continue to kiss. This lasts a while until I retreat from his messed face. I've finished you off, now it's your turn to take care of me.

After what seemed like an eternity Helen pulled back from our kiss and stood up. I could see the mess that had been all over me had transferred to her. It didn't look to be much but she was definitely no longer the only one not dirty in this room. She went back a did something before returning to my lap, this time sitting so we both faced the same way. Smile. I looked up as the camera took a picture of the two of us, myself completely obliterated in gunge and food Helen just slightly dirty in comparison. Helen go up and this time knelt down and unlocked the handcuffs. I want you to take care of me as I've done to you. I want to be obliterated and finished as well. Who am I to say no to a request like that. I stand up and wipe the chair off before Helen can sit down. Do you want me to take some pictures of this? Most certainly I do. These pictures where only ever going to be for us anyway. Well thats a relief, besides what better way to share a mutual bond than to be reminded of the event.

Helen sits down on the chair her shiny boots going all the way up to her crotch and that red catsuit still glistening even with the gunk left from the passionate hug and kiss earlier. She putts the blindfold on that I'd worn earlier. I want to be surprised. I take a quick look around the room to see whats available, the audible squishing in my shoes as I walk to the table of goodies. What's taking so long? She wants to be demanding now? While I'm the one about to splosh her? Lets start out with this, since you messed my hair up first I'll do the same. I walk behind her, she continues to look straight ahead. I take the bottle of cooking oil and pour it over her long brown hair. It slicks it down and runs over her face and over the outside of her catsuit. That feels good but if you only pour on my head than I'll only be messed on the outside. I walk back over after the oil finishes up and grab a bottle of chocolate sauce. I pull the zipper of her catsuit down just a bit from her neck and empty the contents into the back of her shiny red outfit. Mmmm that feels really good. Please keep going. I come up to her and plant a Boston cream pie right into her face making good and sure it's rubbed in nicely. The custard filling running down the pvc over the two firm mounds where her breasts are. Helen reaches up and starts to message the mess around her front while I take a couple of pictures. I notice that the chocolate is starting to come out the bottom of her catsuit where her legs are. Don't stop now Hon. Keep it coming. Yes dear. I look for something suitable next and notice a rather large bucket of rice pudding. I dip a gloved hand into it and bring a finger up to her pursed lips. Ohh I forgot about that bucket. How about putting that in my front. I like the suggestion and since I'd unzipped her in the back the neck was easy to pull out. I could see the rice pudding flowing down over her pert breasts and causing a bulge that made her look like the Michelin man around her stomach. She took her arms and gave herself a hug, bringing them up and causing some of the rice pudding to exit back out her neck. Oh Hon this feels so good please keep going I'm not ready for my finish yet. Listening to her talk I could hear the ecstasy in her voice. She really has gotten into this. I'd never in my wildest dreams imagined she'd take to this and in such a big way. I ask her to stand. As she stands up I watch the goop inside her suit change places but nothing significant comes out her leg holes. I didn't think this suit could hold this much. Well I must say you're looking fantastic at the moment. I needed to fix that. She wants to be obliterated. Well I'll obliterate her. I take a the remaining cake and place it on the chair but before I sit her back down, those boots look mighty clean. And what are you going to do about that. I reach for the cake frosting and dip my gloved hand into the container. I pull out a handful and start to frost the outside of her boots with the chocolate frosting. She stamps her other foot. I'm not trying to make this difficult for you but what are you doing? I'm frosting your booted legs. What did you want me to do? She goes into a brief explanation of how I got aroused when stuff was poured into my clothes and she was looking for the same. Gotcha, I'll fix that now. I grab the other bucket of oatmeal and this one happens to still be warm. I pull the top of her crotch high boots out and start to pour. I get a little mmpf from her as the bucket empties. I don't know what's taking him so long to get me taken care of. Smearing frosting on my boots. I have a blindfold on so I can't see it. I feel Dan pull my boot top out and the sudden warmth of the oatmeal flowing down and encasing my leg. I lift my foot and shake to get the contents to flow down around my foot. It takes a while with boots this long to get the stuff to the bottom. I let out a small sound of satisfaction as I put my foot down the oatmeal filling the inside of my boot to my crotch. The bucket is empty and I look for something for the other boot. How about something cold for you other boot? That sounds interesting, bring it on. I reach for a tub of melted ice cream, it looks more like a milkshake now due to the heat in the room. I pull Helen close to me and give her a soft kiss as I begin to pour the melted dessert into her last clean boot. OMG thats cold. Before coming back to the kiss and whispering. It makes me all tingly inside. Can you finish me now Honey? I whisper back that I'm almost ready for round two. I gently coax Helen to take off her gloves. I toss them over to the table. I walk over to get them, one had fallen into the spaghetti sauce, I make sure the glove is full. The other glove landed in the Jello. I bring back her gloves and she slips them back on. Ooh, lovely and messy. Too bad I forgot to take care of yours. I can take care of them for you if you'd like? Would you hon just don't take too long. Well I guess I'm messed enough already a bit more won't hurt. I pull off my pvc gloves and do the same thing so I get something random for each of them. The first one land in the whipped cream. This should feel good. The second lands in the spaghetti sauce as well. We can match this way. I pull my gloves back on. This is a strange sensation the first time as the tightness of the pvc forces the contents out as you slide your arm further into the glove. I walk back over to Helen and remove her blindfold. Would you care for a picture. But first, I sit her down into the cake on the chair. Almost forgot about that one. The feeling of my bum settling into the layer cake and the contents of my boots starting to empty as I sit down. Please take the picture. I pick up my still clean feather duster and stand behind my now completely messy wife, we look into each others eyes and kiss as the timer goes off. Put that thing down and finish me off. I take my gloved hand and unzip the crotch of her catsuit, the mess inside begins to empty out. I get her to move off the chair and onto the floor. She looks at me and begs me with her eyes to take her. I pull up my dress and slide into her waiting pussy. She wraps her booted legs around my waist and the contents empty onto the floor as we rock back and forth. The squelching sounds and squeaks of our pvc making noise as we rub and caress one another. It's not long before she orgasms and I cum. I look at her and she at me. I guess this punishment is over now. Not so fast, you get to clean this mess up. I'll get it tomorrow, we should probably head upstairs and shower. There was no complaint from Helen. We stepped into the tub and let the shower just wash all to goo right off us. Once cleaned up we headed to bed but sleep didn't come for a while. Round three ended our day together.
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