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All Hands
Story by SkunkGuy2020
Posted 1/4/24     924 views
This is a sequel to Time to Clean The Garage. All actions are between consenting adults.

Megan had known she'd kicked the hornet's nest with the garage stunt, but it had to be done. She wasn't going to be trapped in a relationship where her desires were squashed, never to see the light of day.

She thought back to that fateful day the awful silence had filled the garage that followed Todd's terrified yelp at being hit with a cascade of tar and feathers. Moments passed, then Todd broke first into a chuckle, then into a honking laugh as he clawed the muck from his eyes. "Ok, you got me good with that one! You are in so much trouble though! I promise I will get you back for this!"

Still gagged and unable to speak, she squealed and nodded enthusistically. Todd finally cought sight of the complex mechanisms Megan had deployed. "Wow this is impressive! You did all this yourself?" Megan nodded proudly, or as proudly as a paint soaked, cake splattered sticky and skunk-scented puppy girl could muster given the circumstances.

"You were serious about loving bondage and mess all this time?! I thought you were just flirting!" Todd mused. Megan just groaned. Todd finally noticed the gag and reached for the door of the locked cage. "Where are the keys?" Megan nodded towards a keyring now dangling from a fishing line about waist level in front of the cage and swinging gently. Todd snapped up the keys and fumbled at the padlock. After three or four tries the door popped open. Megan expected Todd to begin with her gag, but he instead planted a very messy and sticky kiss on her forehead. "I love you!" He said. "I'm going to go clean up." He re-locked the cage, slipped into the house door and turned off the light.

Megan had sighed and began the unpleasant task of digging through the now even smellier dog food dish in search of the backup keys when the light jumped back on. Todd, freshly showered and with most of the tar scraped off appeared wearing only some old sweat pants. "Ok, let's get you out of there." He began methodically trying the keys in each padlock then set them aside. Megan rubbed her arms and streched after her ordeal as Todd's strong arms gently slid her out of her tiny prison to freedom. No longer thinking, Megan wrapped her arms around Todd and kissed him passionately, applying a fresh coat of slime and skunk spray over him while knocking him back down into the mess, where they'd spent the rest of a very energetic afternoon.

That was weeks ago. Todd wasn't mad, in fact, he'd apologized for not recognizing her tastes. He'd even opened up about a few kinks of his own he'd been terrified to admit to. She'd listened, and they'd agree to mix some more daring fantasies into their roleplaying in the future. More menacingly, he'd also promised he'd get his revenge.

But today was a work day. Not just any work day, it was the Company All-Hands meeting. Mercifully these days they were conducted via video conference, she merely had to endure 90 minutes of forced smiles and enthusiastic nodding while various boring executives droned on about their equally mundane results and forgettable plans for the next business quarter. She sighed and stirred her coffee, absentmindedly dangling her fuzzy slipper off her toes as she sipped. Working from home had its benefits of course, and fuzzy slippers at work was merely one.

This quarter's meeting was thoughtlessly jammed into the calendar of an otherwise pleasant spring Friday afternoon. At least when it was over she'd be able to put the work week behind her and plan what sort of mischief she would get into while her husband Todd was gone for his lame Saturday golf game. She glanced at her watch. 10 minutes until the meeting starts.

She stretched and stepped into her home office, and nearly spat out her coffee. Her desk, computer, and nearly everything else was covered in clear plastic tarps. Buckets and desserts lined the floor. On her chair was an enormous white and blue sheet cake. An old, seldom used computer monitor was connected to her usual company laptop. On her desk facing the chair was a USB web camera. Underneath the desk grinning like a Cheshire cat was Todd, a waterproof keyboard perched on his knees next to another monitor. "Better hurry, your meeting's about to begin." he grinned. Megan looked wide-eyed. "You're going to get me fired!" she hissed.

"Not to worry, I've thought of everything. Your camera background is already changed to a bland home office. I'll control the mute button. As soon as introductions are done, you'll complain about network issues and I'll flip off your camera. My camera will still be rolling, however. There are only two rules: 1. I control the mute button, and 2. It's your job to sit quietly and take whatever I dish out to you. Do we have a deal?" Todd raised an eyebrow.

Megan thought for a moment then broke into a smile. "You're on!" she gushed.

"Good. Then the camera is rolling, have a seat, Dear." Todd smirked.

Megan sighed and slowly lowered herself into the cake, squealing as she felt the cold icing soak through her pajama bottoms.

"You're going to have to be quieter than that when the meeting starts." warned Todd. Megan wiggled her butt in the chair, sliding in the cake as icing plopped down her calves onto her fuzzy slippers.

The call began and Todd activated Megan's web cam. Megan bravely smiles through the introductions, expertly masking her discomfort. Todd gives her the thumbs up, and Megan mutters about slow bandwidth and Tom turns off her web cam. The speakers drone on about Q4 performance and the exciting new customer interaces coming. No one questions Megan's darkend screen to her relief.

Todd reaches up and slides a vibrator into the front of Megan's frosting-covered pajama bottoms. Megan's eyes grow wide but she holds still. Todd playfully waves the vibrator's remote in front of her, before mashing the power button. Megan gasps, no one on the call takes note.

Todd next removes Megan's left slipper, tickling her foot. Megan bites her lip. Tom pulls the slipper to his lap and pours a thick beige colored and very cloying liquid into the slipper. Megan's nose is assaulted with the distinctive smell of animal trap glue. Todd creeps forward, guiding Megan's delicate toes into the sticky glue until it splurts comically around her ankle. Megan stifles a giggle. "Could someone please mute?" is heard on the call. Todd mutes Megan briefly until the giggle subsides, then unmutes again.

Todd gently lifts Megan's right leg and slips the end of a long straw attached to an aerosol canister into her thus-far unscathed fluffy slipper. He slowly depresses the nozzle. Sticky yellow insulating foam quickly fills the slipper, squeezing between her toes and climbing up her ankle in a billowy tenatious blob, cloying to her skin. She feels a tingle, then her foot grows warm as the action of the glue takes hold. She grits her teeth to stifle another gasp.

Todd mashes the button on the reomte and the vibrator jumps in intensity, Megan is startled and thrusts forward, but remains silent. Todd proceeds to smear her shapely legs with thick chocolate icing with a spatuala. Megan closes her eyes at the sensation of the mess cloying to her legs, sticking her pajama pants to her skin.

The meeting is nearing its end. Todd takes two massive chocolate cream pies and plunges them onto Megan's perfect breasts, playfully massaging them in. Megan bites her lips and squirms, but resists a moan. Finally, Todd eaches behind Megan and takes hold of her ponytail, dipping her ponytail into a jar of blue ink. She sudders as it drips wetly down her back, ruining her shirt. Tom once more mashes the remote and her vibrator leaps to life once more. Megan begins to breathe faster in response, fighting her arousal. Before she can embarrass herself, the meeting is ajourning and the employees begin to drop off the call. Soon the leadership team has disconnected, leaving only one or two attendees remaining. Tom grins evilly, mutes the call, flips the camera back on, and pulls a rope, a wall of thick gloppy green slime crashes down onto his sexy wife as she explodes in ecstacy.

The help desk intern closing out the call could have sworn he saw a flash of a green female silouette on the screen for just an instant before the camera goes black. He shrugs and returns to his next meaningless task.

The call has ended, and Megan gasps for relief after her wave of ecstacy. She grins evilly and wraps Todd in a sloppy embrace, wrestling him to the floor in the slop. They roll playfully, kissing and giggling in the mess. "That was so mean!" Megan complains. "You ruined my favorite slippers!" she grunbles. Todd smiles, "They're not ruined, in fact, good luck even getting them off this weekend." he teases. She slaps a handful of cake into his smug face. "This isn't over!" he grins. "I hope not!" Megan challenges back as she reaches for some of the unused desserts.
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I love your work and this is a delightful follow-on from the last story, I hope we see many more between this loving couple!
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