If there's one thing I can safely say right now is it wasn't a typical Saturday night. It had started in the break room at work last Tuesday when I spotted my workmate Scarlet getting some bad news on her phone.

"What's the matter?" I asked.

"Not sure I can tell you Indigo" she replied. "It's alternative related."

I should explain that I knew Scarlet was involved in the local alternative and kink scene. She hasn't gone in to huge details, but was open about it. Admittedly I found myself a little curious, not just because it was something I had dabbled with a little, and I did have a bit of a girl crush on Scarlet. We had playfully flirted to pass the time during dull points of our work week, and having been single a few months, I had thought about asking if she wanted to take it further.

"Oh I don't mind you telling me a few details" I said, although glancing around to make sure we were talking privately.

"Well I was doing a demonstration at a k' party this Saturday" she explained, "but the person who was going to be my sub in that scene has had a family emergency, so won't be able to make it."

"What kind of demonstration?" I asked.

"It was going to be an introduction to a fetish called sploshing, with a bit of a practical demonstration" she answered.

"Sploshing?" I inquired.

"It means you get sexual or cathartic pleasure from being covered in messy substances" she explained. "Mud, gunge, messy food or in this case cream pies."

"Don't suppose I can help?" I asked.

"I doubt it" she said. "Unless you want to volunteer as my play partner."

She meant it in a jokingly way, but must have noticed as I paused, smiled and flushed a little. After a few seconds I expressed I was a little curious. She was cautious at first, saying I could come and watch, but should think about it a little more. She would try and find a more experienced volunteer first, but would ask again if she had no luck. That was the case a few days later when she asked about it again. I was still drawn to the intrigue I had, so nervously said I was still interested. She then gave me a few details, and asked me for a few in order to make arrangements.

One of those arrangements came late Saturday afternoon, after a package containing my outfit for the evening, paid for by the party organizers, was dropped off at my flat, although I had been advised to bring a change of clothes to get home in after the party. To my surprise it was less overtly erotic than I imagined. The main item was an elegant black cocktail dress, the rich fabric of which softly clung to my body. The cut of which showed of a teasingly amount of my cleavage that had been enhanced by the luxurious bra that came with the outfit, and the skirt came down just far enough to cover the top of the silky stockings I'd been provided as part of the underwear set. The final item I'd been provided with was a pair of red, stylish, 4 inch scrappy stilettos. Scarlet had asked if I could doll myself up, as it would fit the tone of the scene, so I had blow dried and volumised my long blonde hair, and enhanced my facial features with some striking make up.

I found myself smiling wryly as I examined myself in the mirror while waiting for my taxi, realising I'd gone to all this effort, knowing full well what state I'd be getting in to later.

It was a short taxi ride later I found myself at the party Scarlet had given me the details for. The venue was a multi floored building, bordering a grassy square that had been turned in to a cosy hotel. I soon learned it was essentially a venue takeover, with the rooms being occupied by party guests opting to stay on sight, and the bar and function rooms all being used. Scarlet was there to greet me in a stunning, figure hugging, leather burgundy, front zipped, micro dress, which along with the pump heels she was wearing did nothing to suppress my girl crush on her. Her dress was more in line with the other party goers who all showed of various eccentric eye catching outfits, consisting of lingerie get ups, or outfits and uniforms made from leather, latex and PVC. Luckily Scarlet was there to ease any nerves, and show me round the eye opening sites. Even early on in the party there were couples (and one throuple) on various benches and crosses taking turns to restrain each other, or use some kinky toys on each other. I spent a fun couple of hours enjoying the ambiance while sipping a cocktail, before Scarlet informed me the room for the demonstration was now ready.

I nervously followed her up to one of the smaller hotel rooms, where were greeted by one of the event monitors. We entered through the main door, and walked past a side door I saw led into the bathroom, before reaching the main area. It was a luxurious area, with a large open space in front of the bed pushed up against the wall. On the bed was a red satin blanket, with a lot of plastic sheeting under that, and on the floor around the bed. What really caught my eye was a hostess serving trolley next to the bed, where I saw the main ingredients of what was planned.

"Do you want a look?" Invited Scarlet.

I leaned in closer and observed a dozen cream pies. They were in a foil tin, which housed a thin crust of pastry. Contained in them was a very generous amount of thick white cream, decorated on top with drizzles of either chocolate or strawberry syrup.

"Now that you've seen everything is it still code green? Are you still good to go?" She asked.

"I'm a little nervous, but I still want to try this" I said.

Scarlet smiled, and nodded, and then turned to the event monitor.

"Do you want to make the announcement" she said. "It shouldn't take too long to set up now." She turned back to me as the monitor walked back to the door.

"You need to take off any jewelry, or anything else you don't want to get messy" she said. "Then kneel down on the bed, facing towards the door."

I did as she said, first taking of the necklace I was wearing, then found a spot where I was comfortable kneeling on the bed. I looked up to see Scarlet taking a pair of chrome colored handcuff from her handbag. She took my right wrist, and clicked the cuff securely around it. She then gestured for me to put my hands behind my back, so she could reach round. I took a deep breath as I heard the cuff securely clicking shut around my other wrist.

This was about when the first spectators arrived. As this happened I found myself playing with the handcuffs, and realised I was getting a little turned on doing so. I had experimented with some novelty handcuffs before, but these ones felt a lot more sturdy and secure. Even though I knew I had safe-words, the fact I was now restrained with no easy way to let myself out was increasing my heart rate. The anticipation built over the next few minutes as people filed in. Soon there was just over a couple of dozen people watching us at a respectful distance, as Scarlet signaled for their attention.

"My beautiful creatures" Scarlet called out. "Thank you all for coming. We're here tonight to give you a demonstration of a fetish you may have heard about called sploshing. It means you get either sexual or cathartic please from being covered, or covering someone else in messy substances. These substances can include things like mud, commercially available gunge, both sweet and savory foodstuffs, and one of the big favorite, pies."

This caused a small cheer from the audience as Scarlet took one of the cream pies from the trolley, and teasingly held it about a foot in front of my face. I closed my eyes giggling, as what was about to happen sunk in. Scarlet deliberately let the anticipation build, until.. splat. I gasped open mouth in shock, as my face was coated in a thick layer of cool whipped cream. I breathed heavily, and was immediately surprised by the impact of a second pie striking me in the face, which had the added shock of a mouthful of cream. I didn't have time to recover though as I was immediately surprised by a third pie. Not quite as impactful as it was pushed, not thrown, but this allowed Scarlet to spread the cream upwards coating my hair on top of my head. I tensed, pulling a little on the handcuffs that robbed me of control, until I heard some clapping, and carefully blinked my eyes open. Smiling in response to the previously forbidden pleasures I was experiencing.

"That's the pie to the face" said Scarlet to the crowd. "Now some sessions can focus exclusively on that, especially when a victim like Indigo here can't protect herself, or wipe herself clean. Of course in that situation you might want to focus on more coverage."

I felt my pulse quicken as Scarlet took a pie in each hand, and looked up and down at me in my submissive state suggestively. I took a deep breath as she smushed a pie into each side of my head, firmly rubbing the entire pie in it's foil tin, engulfing my entire head. I struggled in the handcuffs as I let out muffled moans of pleasure until I felt the pressure engulfing me released. Scarlet didn't remove the foil trays though, forcing me to vigorously shake my head in order to dislodge them, and let me open my eyes.

"Now you might ask why would someone do this?" Scarlet smiled to the crowd. "Well it could be a combination of a few things. Some enjoy the punishment and humiliation aspect. For some it's a cathartic release from normal convention, and for others it can be about the enjoyment of the sensation the substances on the skin create."

To emphasis her point she picked up a pie and held them in front of my breasts, that heaved enticingly as I breathed heavily. After a teasing few seconds there was a satisfying splat as the cream splattered in to my exposed cleavage, and slow dripped down into my bra. Giving me a sultry smile as she discarded the foil tray and slowly rubbed the cream across my breasts with both hands. I closed my eyes, embracing the sensation as first she teased my exposed cleavage, and then slipped her hands down the front of my dress. I braced myself, inviting her attention as she smeared my breasts in a heavenly cream coating. I exhaled in pleasure as she broke contact, pausing to wipe her hands across a clean patch on my dress. I regarded her, almost pleadingly as she picked up the next pie, and weighed up her options with her eyes. I tensed a little as she leant behind me, lifted my skirt, and smashed the pie into my arse, pressing it firmly in to ensure full coverage of my flesh, bare apart from the skimpy thong I was wearing, before giving one of my arse cheeks an affectionate squeeze.

This was the set up for a full body barrage, as the next pie was smashed into my stomach, and was smeared across my mid-drift and lap, the next went into my back, for which I was rewarded with e heavenly massage as it was spread across my back and shoulders. She took the next pie, and gave me a playful smile, before dropping the pie on to the back of my legs, before slowly smearing the cream all over my silk stockings, saturating them in a creamy layer. I let out a playful squeal as she gave my feet some special attention, leading to cream squelching between my toes, and ensuring even my shoes didn't escape a creamy covering. I let out a gleeful laugh as I realized what had become of my hair, makeup and outfit I'd so carefully prepared.

"So that is a demonstration of sploshing" Scarlet said to the crowd. "Now I think you should all give our brave volunteer Indigo."

I looked out across the crowd, laughing quietly to myself at the absurdity of what I'd agreed to. My breathing got a little deeper though as I spotted Scarlet picking up the final two pies. I grinned at her as the anticipation built. Just as it looked liked the crowd's applause was dying down she threw the first pie in my face, quickly followed by the second. I laughed with my eyes closed as the applause continued.

I blinked open my eyes again, and saw the monitors leading the crowd out the room. I saw Scarlet had my phone, as I had said I'd like a few post session photos in our discussions. As the last of the onlookers left, I observed Scarlet head to the door of the room, and heard the door being locked. I felt my heart race, and even my knickers dampen a little. Alone with Scarlet in this state I realized the handcuffs she still had me trapped in were containing more than a few desires.

"So what do you think?" She smiled showing me my phone.

I laughed as I saw the state she had me trapped in. My face and hair were completely covered in a thick white creamy layer. My outfit I'd put so much care into was destroyed by a cream covering.

"What do you want to do now?" Asked Scarlet as she put down my phone.

"If you want I'll get the keys, and let you get cleaned up, or" she leaned in close, "we could have a little private fun, while I've got you like this."

I took a deep breath as my body glowed with desire.

"Go on then" I whispered.

She responded by grabbing a large handful of cream that lay beside me, and rubbed it into my face. I gasped in shock, then I felt her soft warm lips pressed against mine, and her silky smooth tongue invaded my mouth. I felt her left hand holding my head in place, emphasizing the control I'd now surrendered. I let out quiet moans of pleasure as her right hand massaged the cream across my shoulders. The handcuffs now containing a monumental desire to touch her back.

As she pulled back slightly, I instinctively found myself pushing against her, enjoying the teasing sensation of both our boobs brushing against one another's. In response she unzipped the front of her dress, revealing her gorgeous breasts. She took a handful of cream, and teasingly smeared it across them. She placed her hands on my shoulders, and I eagerly leaned in, licking the sweet tasting cream off her breasts, my enthusiasm heightened by the quiet moan of pleasure she admitted with each stroke. To finish I placed my lips around her right nipple and savored the flavor as I stimulated it with my tongue.

She eventually guided me back a little, and her hands teasingly stroked my exposed cleavage, before a sharp tug tore the front of my dress open, revealing the lacy designer bra I was wearing, but Scarlet didn't waste any time sliding that down, revealing my own eagerly swelling breasts. They already had quite a bit of cream where Scarlet pied them earlier, but that didn't stop Scarlet adding a few extra handfuls until they were completely covered in a gooey layer of cream. As she leaned in I tilted my head back and closed my eyes. Moaning in pleasure as I felt her tongue eagerly lap across my breasts. Enjoying the heavenly sensation that was finally releasing some of the tension that had been building up in me. My moans grew more intense as her lips sealed around my left nipple, as her tongue teased and stimulated it, while her hands squeezed both my breasts. I breathed in deeply savoring the increasing levels of pleasure my body anticipated.

I had a quick chance to catch my breath as she moved back and slowly positioned me so I was now lying on the bed, making sure I could support myself on some pillows and elbows, and wouldn't be putting any weight on my handcuffed wrists.

I looked on eagerly as she slowly crawled up to me, reached up my skirt, and slid my knickers down my cream covered legs as smoothly as she could. I smiled as she grabbed a handful of cream and lifted my skirt. I then gasped and let out an uncontrolled laugh as I was struck by the sensation of the cold whipped cream splattering on to my pussy. I had little time to process things as Scarlet's skilled fingers teasingly spread the cream across the surface. I looked her in the eye, begging for more as she lifted my knees until my feet rested on the tips of my stiletto heels. She leaned her head in, and I tilted my head back, letting out quiet gasps of pleasure at the sensation of her tongue devouring my pussy. All the tension that my body held now built up taking control of every muscle.

I let out an involuntary groan of disappointment as she moved her head away, looking me in the eye.

"You want to cum don't you" she smiled.

I nodded meekly in response.

"You need to be clearer than that" she mused. "You need to say please make me cum Scarlet."

Her fingers softly teased my pussy in anticipation as I begged:

"Please make me cum Scarlet"

"Not sure I heard that" she said.

"Please make me cum Scarlet" I cried.

"A little louder" she said.

"PLEASE MAKE ME CUM SCARLET" I screamed.

In response I felt her skilled fingers enter my pussy, and start to rub my clit. I looked up at the ceiling, as even without the handcuffs I became helpless, becoming paralyzed as my body was overwhelmed. I cried to heaven as the tension I felt built up to a crescendo, and with one last almighty scream, my body went limp in response to being overcome by orgasmic pleasure.

It was about 10 minutes later, and I was still handcuffed and covered in cream, but things were a lot calmer. I lay in Scarlet's arms, who had held on to me as I recovered both my breath and my composure. Enjoying her slightly more tender attentions, as her left hand stoked my hair and shoulders, and her right hand rested gently on my arse.

"That was fun" she said.

"Amazing" I responded.

"What do you want to do now?" She asked. "The burlesque performer starts downstairs in about 10 minutes. We can watch that, as long as you don't mind being stuck like this a little longer."

It may seem like an odd response, but I wanted to continue to feel the euphoria I felt for a little longer, so was quite happy for Scarlet to take me downstairs still handcuffed and smeared with a fair amount of cream. After that I was finally released and able to use the shower to clean up and get changed. From there I was able to enjoy the rest of the night, which did include a slightly more standard play session with Scarlet involving me being strapped to a cross and flogged, while slowly being teased with a hitachi wand.

Since that night things have opened up, as I find myself regularly attending kinky parties in my area. Scarlet remains one of my favorite play partners, but I've also met a few more as well. One things for certain, me and Scarlet are never short on things to talk about when it's just us in the break room at work.