After the last shoot had finished, Emma had teased him for a while for her behind the scenes part of the video, pushing his face into her chest, cupping the pooled gunge in her hands and pouring it over different parts of him, revelling in his discomfort at still being naked and covered in gunge, touching, caressing and tickling him, nipping his nipples between finger and thumb, nibbling his ears and scratching his scalp, all the time finding raspberry seeds in unexpected places from the jam she smeared on him earlier. David was sticky and getting more so as the gunge dried out, so, now was the time to untie him before he set.

Emma got up off his lap, then laid newspaper out along the route between his bondage chair the shower, then undid the velcro around Davids ankles before moving behind and bending over him, her upside down face looking into his for a few seconds before she kissed him. Her top lip upon his bottom lip, tongues rubbing against teeth, caressing gums and rubbing along the inside of the mouth. She enjoyed his vulnerability, felt the power she had over this boy course through her and saw his now free legs stretch out and his willy stand erect again: he was clearly enjoying this too. While working on his tongue Emma was the straps restraining his arms and needed something to show her dominance. She lightly tapped the side of his erection with her left hand and felt David jump beneath her, before pulling her mouth away from his and saying put that away, well be needing it later. Looking at him upside down for another second before straightening himself out and cleaning her hands on an adjacent towel.

David saw Emma pick up one of the other cameras and tried to peel himself off his chair. The floor underfoot was slippery and became more so the first time he tried to stand up: the chair came with him, stuck to his behind, and poured out its slimy contents onto the floor. As he pushed the chair away onto the floor David realised removed what little remained of his dignity was now gone with the gunge: everything was on display and Emma was filming. As he had bent and turned after releasing himself from the chair she will have obtained a complete view of his backside and scrotum; now here he was, facing Emma and her camera, still manky and poiting his erection at the camera. The thought unsteadied him and he nearly landed back in the gungy chair which caused Emma to giggle and ask are you alright? You seem a little drunk with the excitement, and I see you are still excited. The camera stayed pointed straight at him as he turned red from more than just the jam.

After a few more seconds of watching him look embarrassed in front of the camera she ordered him Now, off to the shower with you, follow the newspaper and dont try to cover anything up or youll spoil it for our viewers. And I wouldnt like that. David stood up straight, decided that everything he had to see had already been shown to Emma, recorded onto her various cameras and was only a short while away from being seen by whatever number of people happened to be her customers, there was nothing of his outside left to hide.

He remained quiet as had padded along old copies of The Evening Chronicle with some pages sticking to his feet as he approached the shower. The shower wasnt quite the bathroom he had hoped for, but some plastic hose hooked between a sink and a basic shower head, suspended from the ceiling over a drain in the floor. There was no curtain, but there was shower get and a loofa, and lighting. Too much lighting focused on one place for this to be a coincidence thought David, filming him soaping himself up was part of the plan from the start.

Emma hadnt lied to him, but she knew as the introductory letter had been sufficiently vague that she hadnt quite been entirely honest with him either. Still, David hadnt complained yet and, naked and horny, he seemed willing to be followed by this girl with a camera. Turn the water on and make sure its hot when you get in. instructed Emma Wed not want you cooling down too much! she ended with a giggle. David was relieved to find this place did have hot water, on seeing the shower he had been expecting cold or cold. He stepped under the flow of water and immediately started to feel better as jam, custard, chocolate and cream started to run off his body and down the drain at his feet, colouring the water on their way. Ahhhhhhhhh he moaned as his skin started to breath again. As Emma moved around him, filming, he picked up the shower gel and started to lather-up, starting with his face and head, noticing for the first time just how much his movement had been restricted by the drying gunk. The thick of it was running off him into the drain when Emma told him Youre going to need to wash down two or three times, its not all going to come off with the first wash and, besides, Im enjoying watching this! He rubbed shower-gel into his chest as Emma watched the white lather form around strong hands, wondering when hed get around to fondling his willy and cleaning the muck out of his bum. She had to stop herself closing her eyes and humming appreciatively to the though of him bending over to clean his toes. It would come, and as his tanned skin of his chest returned to view her mind was lost in a memory of twisting his nipples a short while before.

David was conscious of Emma and the cameras attention on his nude form and it was making him nervous; his nerves were not being helped by the confusion he felt at what had just happened to him. He hadnt objected to the blow job. Emma was very fuckable and hed happily take her to bed any night but.... but he had never been tied up before. He ran the lather over his stomach and onto his crotch. Hed never had his sexuality controlled like that before, by someone else. David rubbed his hands around his back and buttocks, missing a some jam in his crack then finding it as his fingers ran soap suds through the space for a second time.. And hed never been gunged before! As water flowed over his body he remembered himself and Anna. He bent over to wash his legs, heard Emma move behind him, and lifted one foot at a time to wash his soles and toes. Theyd only had sex in a bed or fondled each other in his car and here he was washing himself off after being stripped, humiliated and sucked off by this beautiful woman. And being filmed. David couldnt decide how he felt about all this, but he knew he was grateful for the hot water.

He hadnt notice her put the camera down and secure it, at a safe distance, on a tripod still aimed straight at him nor did he notice her step bare foot and bare-breasted under the water with him, but he did feel her hands cover his eyes and her breasts press into his back. Guess who? he heard from behind him before he turned to take hold of her. Out of the heels she had shrunk slightly so he found himself looking down into her eyes which was quite a change from her standing over him, about to cover him in something that wasnt quite love and affection. He found her eyes so enchanting it took him several seconds to look down at her chest and to notice her nipples were pressed into his stomach. His hands settled on her bottom and felt her knickers still in place. His chivalry prevented him from taring her one item of clothing off, but it didnt stop him tightening his grip around her and pulling her under the flow of water, holding here there as she screamed her excitement out and grabbed his bum in compensation for her soaking. She raised herself up on her toes so her lips could meet his where he opened his mouth for her to kiss as his erection began to rise and push against the top of her left thigh. Their bodies rubbed against each other like their tongues. Just as shed hoped and all on camera too.

Pulling her face away and placing her arms around his neck she adopted a matriarchal tone Now David, have you washed behind your ears and everywhere? Ive not come here to play with you, but to make sure you finish here nice and clean. David had thought he may have the upper hand now, but this wet girl in the purple knickers was still in charge and was about to demonstrate it for the camera.

Emma began to inspect his body, lifting his arms and checking underneath, pulling his head down to check his scalp and the little folds of his ears, clicking her tongue as she went. He felt like he was visiting the nit nurse in primary school and then she moved down, stretched his belly button, down again and began to inspect his scrotum. He tingled as he felt his willy being lifted and held in her palm while checking the tip for dirt; her other hand moved his testes, lifted and stretched the skin, inspected the folds and wrinkles, then where his legs met his groin. This was like those National Service medicals in hed read about and he half expected her to ask him to cough at any moment. Her gaze and touch moved away from his genitals and down onto his knees, then his feet both of which were lifted up, one after the other, and had the gaps between his toes checked.

Emma ordered him to turn around and, starting at his heels, began to work up Davids legs. As she rubbed the backs of his knees to check they were free from residue he began to enjoy the attention and the almost massage-like quality of her touch. It was at this point she turned attention to his bum Bend over David, there is another place I need to check. Put your legs a little apart and touch your toes. Then dont move until youre told. This came as a shock and he stopped enjoying himself for a moment, but comply he did. He had been standing just outside the flow of water, but now he bent his head back into it. The pinpricks of water pressing onto his scalp and neck were a thankful distraction from the fingers that were probing this crevice. He felt a gentle pressure on his anus and as the muscle tightened against her touch he began to panic and think she was going to stick something up his bum. He cleared his throat to say something but the pressure faded and her touch moved to the back of his testes, checking his last dark corners. She stood up and washed her hands in the water flowing onto his head. Stand up, David. and with more enthusiasm Youve done a great job. All clean as a whistle, even those bits where the sun doesnt shine! She pushed him back under the flow of water, brought her lips up to his by standing on the tips of her toes and kissed him, while fondling with his hair.

Davids confusion deepened as her tongue ran round the inside of his mouth. This curious obsession with cleanliness following her turning him into a sticky brown mess was bad enough, but the switch from sexual predator to matron who now had her tongue in his mouth was utterly beyond his understanding. What was she underneath and what does she want from him? He thought of breaking away from her grasp to ask her the what, why and how but decided she probably wouldnt like it. Hed wait until she was finished, then ask. Probably.