Cop the Lot.

Shiny satin blue blouse, check, black skirt short, check, stockings and suspenders, check, though I need to adjust my suspender belt, it's not doing as it's told! Stiletto's check, black! Karen has chosen a black suspender belt, to go with dark stockings. Now the arrangements for this momentous messy session, Karen had arranged to meet Alison at the desired spot,
believe it or not, the back of some shops. Alison was going for the How Dare you blouse and skirt again, this is a stunning outfit, cream blouse, full sleeves, with front bow, satin, knee length black skirt, tight rear split, she too was going to be wearing black stiletto's, with hosiery. Karen had also added something new to this session, outdoor humiliation, embarrassment, with encasement thrown in for Alison, she'd viewed a website where a lady was encased in tights from head to toe, one pair was put over her lower clothes, so for Alison she would receive hosiery on her upper body, arms and chest, followed by her head, as she was
already wearing them round her crotch as part of her outfit, Alison told Karen about it, several weeks ago via email, Karen has not tried this pleasure, but she was down with it. She told Alison, we can make it sexy for you, then we'll add it into the play.


The Plan:

Karen and her man, have been visiting a restaurant for a while, Karen is friends with one of the chefs, she's written healthy eating guides with them, for release on the net. She jokingly teased, that when the fridges get cleaned out, they could throw all the sauces, mixes, and left over's, over herself and Alison. She did this as a joke, though it grew as one of the female chefs knew she was serious, so she egged Karen on about it, Karen had gone into detail about the fantasy about her and Alison being chained up to the waste bins at the rear of the business's and being utterly dismantled and destroyed for several hours, on a really hot day until they stank. The chef in question had told other business owners, about Karen's messy fantasy and they too had agreed that as long as everybody was ok with it, they 'be up for it, so it had been set. Karen and Alison, where to spend the day, chained up to bins, having all the left over's and clean out's from several shops, the restaurant and a mini market thrown over them. So what do we know about the shops! A bakery and fish mongers!! Alison had said yes to it, as long as she could get into the Trouso, style get up, both ladies had agreed they'd have to wear black bra's for the occasion, just in case anybody walked past who shouldn't,
though it was a private car park. So they had that covered, question was, what would they get covered in, and just how bad would it get? Oh, and to add to the humiliation and embarrassment, pics to be added onto social media, their destruction was set.



The location, the rules:

The rear of the set of shops, or shopping arcade was quiet, with private car park that was spacious, in the top left hand corner where two big industrial bins, you've seen the type, big steel thing, with the metal arms that run round them, about eight feet high. There where two of them, with space in the middle, the floor had been covered in blue tarp, to save on the exceptionally bad clean up that would be required at the end. There were also two big blue tubs for standing in, these where placed at the front of the bins at a push you could sit down on all fours in the tub. One in front of each bin. This meant Karen's man could stand in front of them, at the side of them and also be able to pour items inside their outfits! Karen stood on location with Alison, and gulped, as she realized just how bad, disgusting, and smelly this was going to get, and the best part about it, they had to endure several hours of it. It was summer,
so the bins already had what can only be described as a slight whiff around them, that smell you get when you leave waste in a kitchen bin for a day too long. Alison looked at Karen, sighed and then stroked the front of her pristine cream blouse. "I know" Karen replied,
"We're going to get totally taken apart!" Alison gasped "Wonder how much stuff they've kept back?" Karen glanced with an excited, yet worried gaze. The owners and people who had been invited to the girls private hell, came out to meet and greet, they shook hands with Karen's fella, the girls hung back and waved nervously. Karen's man explained, that all the mess apart from items the girls were allowing to be thrown, would done by him. This was for obvious reason's! There was no way Karen and Alison were letting complete strangers, loose with their hands all over their body's! Though Alison had confessed that the odd grope at the right moment, flicked her switch! The fish mongers explained that all their left over's that the girls had asked for, would be available in two forms as lumps and liquidized. The mini mart, had out of date beer! The bakery had all sorts, including the dough! The restaurant was the icing on the cake, they had all sorts, from their weekly clean out from the fridge, sauces, soups, loads of condiments for prepping foods with. Everybody agreed Karen's man, would do most of the honours and would tell them when they could throw the items on cue. Also the guy who owned the mini mart, had an empty flat above him premises, with all important shower for getting the worst off! They were so going to smell for days. Lush!!


Getting that feeling:

Karen was the first to offer herself to be chained up, and let the ordeal begin, her man got the handcuffs out and pointed to her to put her hands out either side. Karen stepped back against the large metal bin, it had wheels on, she giggled and wondered if she could push it about and then thought better of it. Her right hand was the first to be cuffed, her man came round her left hand side and cuffed her left hand to the giant bin. He moved the square plastic pit into position, Karen lifted her legs as he moved it, she quite happily stood in it. It was a warm day, so no problem, being there for a couple of hours in a stinking wet state. Karen's man prepared Alison's space, put the plastic tub in position. Then went over to get Alison. Alison grabbed the moment for a play and resisted. "No, you bastard, my utterly clean clothes, you'll have to pay for them too be dry cleaned!" He got into position, and chained her right hand onto the other huge industrial bin, he moved across her, left and got her other hand up, Alison resisted slightly adding to the play, then found herself chained up alongside Karen. There were cheers from the staff all waiting to take pics, the camera phone's were at the ready, first bunch of pictures went out round the net, world. The girls suffered their first cuffed embarrassment. It was about to start.


The feeling:

Karen was chained to the bin, looking stunning in her blue satin blouse it was plain bright blue, it shone and reflected in the sunlight, she felt warm, the summer heat penetrated through the material. Her skirt was immaculate, she stood straight waiting for the barrage and personal humiliation to begin. Inside, she felt all warm and tingly she knew she was safe, as her man was overseeing the day. She turned to Alison, who was standing their cuffed up, looking radiant in her attire, they both knew it was coming, the barrage of disgusting mess would start to be hurled, poured and thrown over them, this would sexually dismantle them, to
a disgusting, humiliated mess, they both craved it deeply and stood their privately savouring every moment, Karen saw staff from the shops moving about, she arched her back out slightly hoping that somebody copped a look, at her breasts through the shiny light blue satin material of the blouse. Alison looked over and laughed quietly at the fact they were doing this, Karen looking all splendid and acting like a protruding peacock in her pristine outfit. Alison glanced down at her own, perfect cream blouse and skirt, she wondered just how annihilated they would get, she thought back to the 'How Dare You' trip, she had to buy a second outfit,
after that get together, she had been destroyed post event, spent most of the next day in bed, playing with herself, re-living the whole sordid thing!


Getting what you came for:

A tray of eggs was brought out from the restaurant, "Out of date today!" the chef quipped and pointed to Alison. Karen's man took charge. The girls looked over at each. Karen mouthed "Get some!" to Alison. He approached with the tray in hand. Alison had time to glimpse at her pristine cream blouse one last time. She looked up and saw more supplies coming out of the mini mart "Shit, this is real, and horny!" Alison's, brain raced, her breathing was heavy. "What you waiting for Christmas!" she blurted, so he started. He moved round to the side of the bin, started cracking eggs, and then impacting them on Alison's head, smelly rotten eggs! He smashed another, pulled her forward on her cuffs and plopped it down her back, it ran down hole, until he burst it centre mass in her back with his hand, turning the blouse partially see through. Another two on Alison's head, next pure evilness, he burst one
on the top of her forehead at her hairline, and let it run down her face! Seriously messy, and smelly!! Two more impacted the front of her skirt, he cracked the last two. He looked at Alison undid the middle two buttons on her blouse "No!" she giggled, he broke the shells and tipped rotten egg into her blouse, Alison looked down and saw the yellow egg yolk seeping through the material, then he burst them both with his right hand, splattering egg all mid blouse under Alison breasts. Then to add to the messy clothes torture, buttoned her blouse back up! Karen was in raptures giggling, she loved every moment of it. He scowled at Karen in an assuming manner. Then went for ketchup! A big plastic catering jug of the stuff, the lid flew off. "You've had it now" Alison quipped. Karen tried to move back, her back went against the metal bin, trapped, cuffed, cornered! She nearly sexually exploded at the feeling. He went in, he poured the entire contents so we're talking at least three and a half litres of stinking tomato ketchup, all over the left hand side of Karen's outfit, all of her hair on the left hand side of her face, all down the left side of the shiny satin blouse, it was like a river, it penetrated slightly through the material, but also hung on the outside at the same time. The river became a tidal wave as it rolled down her blouse, and onto her skirt, then the river cascaded down to her stockings and dripped over her left black stiletto. Karen banged her head on the metal bin in play protest. Alison looked and smiled and felt slightly jealous, though she did smell of rank eggs, bliss!! The bakery had left their first present. A metal bucket with milk, flour and other items used to bind the cakes together, he picked up the full bucket. He stepped back, and did one of his Tiswas style launches at Karen. Well, it hit her square on, she closed her eyes, cuffed and sexually frustrated, she pulled on the cuffs in protest, to no avail. The full load hit her mid breasts, saturating her blue satin blouse, the colour changed to dark blue from the impact. The wash mixed in with the tomato ketchup on the left hand side of her on landing. She got that flour smell up her nose. She looked herself over, the blouse was soaked and covered in cream, lumps of clogged flour, tomato ketchup, milk, looked like some whipped cream had sneaked a trip into the bucket as well. The first feeling of dampness from her bra around the left cup, he'd done his job superbly with that volley. She smelled somewhat, but not disgusting yet. The first picture took by him, for social media, click, he was also busy typing, was he sending them a list of what items were available?


Sociable media!

He moved round as though he was looking for something, then the female chef, pointed to what he wanted. Pasta sauce, another big jug, he approached Karen with it, and tipped the lot over her head, said nothing and stepped back to enjoy his work. Then took an embarrassing picture for somewhere! Pasta sauce ran down everywhere it mixed in with the milk, ketchup, flour, what a disgusting sight, Karen shook her head to remove that heavy feeling from her hair, she smelled like a mix of pasta and flour. Her blouse now dripped mess slowly onto her skirt, a river of red and white sauces. Beep, Beep, another message on his phone, Karen strained at her restraints to see what he was up to. Jam, looked like strawberry, Alison is getting it! As he approached Alison she looked at Karen who had gone from looking stunning, to a semi-wrecked mess, and they had only been at it for a couple of minutes! The lid came off the jam. In the face, and in my hair, Alison thought. He untucked her blouse from her skirt, then started unbutton Alison's blouse, she looked down to see herself being stripped by him, though as he stood directly in front of her, he obscured anybody's view who was watching.
He totally unbuttoned her, even then ends of the sleeves, what was he doing? Karen looked to see if a friendly insult was in order to Alison, to add to the tension, but even Karen could not work out what his game plan was. He held the right side of Alison's blouse open with his right hand, he scooped handfuls of strawberry jam and smeared it in, the inside of the right portion of Alison's blouse, he also rubbed into her right armpit, it was a good smearing thick and heavy all over the inside, he also smeared her right breast cup, with the sticky substance. He placed her blouse back buttoned her back up and pushed the material back into her skin, Jam oozed all over her stomach and right bra cup, the right hand side of her blouse was utterly sticky. Next her right sleeve cuff got the same treatment, properly ruining the end of Alison's sleeve arm. He left her blouse untucked from her skirt. Alison banged her head on the metal bin, from sexual frustration of having this done, she looked stunning, yet totally sticky to go with it. He moved back and looked at his work, turned round picked up a family cream cake, split in half and shoved one half of it straight in Alison's face "Uggmmgh" Alison sighed as it landed. Second half got smeared down the centre of her blouse all down the buttons. Alison first embarrassment, the camera phone clicked away, as social media got the pictures. Alison, again banged her head slightly on the back of the bin, from her mounting sexual frustration. Cake dropped from her hair and face as she did, so. Her hair had now started weld in certain places due to the earlier egging. Cooking oil was next, the lid came off, and he was brutal with it, as it poured over Alison's head, he rubbed it into, the left side of her blouse turning it transparent, revealing her bra through the cream material! There were cheers from the few guys watching. Alison enjoyed her embarrassment, she craved them looking at her being destroyed. "Oh, I know, what else goes in a cake" Karen's man quipped "Butter or Margarine, or both!" he smiled, the lid came off a rather warm tub of margarine, handfuls smeared in Alison's face and neck, also a good rubbing into the neck of the blouse. "You bastard" Alison giggled, she followed up with "Photograph me, show them what your doing!" she almost ordered him. He did as requested, click a picture of Alison's face and blouse went onto social media, she strained again at her cuffs, looked at Karen and giggled.



Lunch time special!

The restaurant had done Karen a favour and kept a big tub of left over's from yesterday services. They brought it out, and took the lid off, it looked fowl! God only knows what food substances were in it.. A plastic jug was passed by the chef, she smiled at Karen, who
smiled back but said nothing, for some reason she stood to attention, she knew this was going be bad. He approached, smiled, Karen winced in return with a half look of where is that going! First jug over her left arm, that had so far got away scott free, the brown sludge substance was thick, heavy, and smelled, another again over the same arm, the shiny blue material sagged from the weight, it smelled bad as well. He went round her back. Pulled open the top of her skirt and poured a foul jug in, Karen felt it slide down the underskirt, it felt good, but stank somewhat! Then the frontal assault came. He undid a button at the top of her blouse, and poured a jug full in. "Oh dear lord!" Karen announced, it stank the smell went up her nostrils, the slop flowed down the inside of her all ready saturated blouse, and pooled at
the inside of the top line of Karen's skirt. He went to see if he could pick up the tub, he could "Oh Shit!" Karen just about muttered, Alison turned her sticky egg and jam sodden body round to watch the spectacle. The whole tub drenched Karen in a slow disgusting river,
everything, hair, make up, blouse, skirt, they got swamped in this foul brown/yellow looking liquid. It seeped into the back of Karen's blouse plastering her back to the metal bin! He stepped back, Karen was ruined! Larger! He got two cans, opened the ring pulls and tipped them over Alison who had already suffered the cooking oil assault! They flowed down her like a river, thing is it was sticky as well as saturating. The larger mixed in with the jam on the right side of her blouse, she too was now being taken apart. The chef popped her head out of the back door, and asked "would you care for some of the lunch time special" "Very kind of you" replied Karen's man "I'll pop over," with that he left them chained to the bins.



Degraded, yet happy:

"You ok" asked Alison "I fucking stink!" quipped Karen, "That blouse looks owned! He trashed you big, with that last one" Alison spluttered under the stream of larger that dribbled out of her hair. "Tell me about it, this is awesome, I just love being helpless, to any kind of messy barrage from him" Karen spoke, but her voice had a hint of sex frustration about it. "I'm see through all down my left" Alison stated. "What was the jam smearing like?, looked well horny from where I'm cuffed" Karen laughed. "Oh no, my hair on the top of my head is drying slightly, it feels like I'm welded together by egg!" Alison giggled. "I hope he goes for some really rank stuff, I'd even let them put cig ash in my hair and face at the moment" before Alison could speak, Karen blurted out, "Fucking degrade me, in the sunshine, right whore on my head, and slap me!" Alison started laughing, Karen's man returned after hearing Karen's wanting cry's!


Careful what you ask for!

The girls had dried slightly in the warm weather, this had increased the smell though, Alison was slowly dripping larger, cooking oil and Jam. Karen was obliterated from the slop courtesy of the restaurant. Karen's man went for some custard carton's. He asked for nothing from the girls, apart from they take it. Karen's skirt was the first to receive, A full litre of custard thrown over the heavily sodden skirt. Karen looked down at her skirt as it took the bombardment, it dribbled down her stockings. Karen's suspender belt had been destroyed and was sopping for the barrage, the skirt had given up the fight. He moved over to Alison, custard in the face and all over her blouse, that was her first after lunch present. Click! Another pic for social media. Then a jar of curry sauce that Mini-mart had given, this was in turn rubbed all over the back her skirt, the smell of curry sauce whiffed round the cuffed up pair. Then he did it! He walked over to the fish mongers back door, knocked on, the door opened and two metal buckets slid out, they looked revolting and smelled vile. Both girls pulled on the cuffs rattling them against
the industrial bins. They had spoke about having this done, since Karen had been to the farm and been put in the cage. He turned the buckets round they had signs written on them right bucket said, mackerel guts!, left bucket had pilchard's in big letters on it. The pilchards bucket was first. Karen copped for about half bucket, it landed on the front of her blouse and travelled across from right to left, splashing up on her neck, "EEEWWW" Karen half screamed. She watched as it mixed in with all the other vile substances now mixed in with her outfit. He then turned his attention to Alison, he walked round the side of her, she pulled away on her cuffs, but she was trapped, confined, nowhere to go. He tipped the rest all down Alison's back. It felt weird as the fishmongers had liquidized it for them, it just stank! It dripped off the back of her skirt down the split, disgusting! "One left, " he joked. "Mackerel I believe" "God, no!" Alison shouted. Well, he did it, he only tipped it half a bucket over her head. Alison was engulfed in the cold, liquidized fish guts!! What a vile mess. It dripped all over Alison blouse destroying it on the spot, her blouse turned a weird grey, yet white colour. Alison dropped down and went limp on her cuffs, from the smell and feeling. Karen knew she would get it, and she was right it was a Tiswas style shot. She pressed her wet blouse back onto the bin, to await her fate. He threw it at breast height, it went everywhere, splashed over Alison as well. Karen's blouse was a wash with some serious, disgusting wam. Just then Karen got her other dream wish, somebody pulled in a van into the private car park. It was a painter, he looked at Karen and Alison chained to the bins in the corner and smiled. Karen let her head drop, so he could see her ruined hair. Alison, was stood upright, in a right state, blouse and skirt almost destroyed under the torrent of disgusting goo. The girls could nothing but stand there for a couple of minutes while the decorator and Karen's man chatted. The girls took the chance to weigh each other up, they were both pretty much obliterated under layers of goo, and gross mess. Again under the summer heat their hair started to matt up, shoulders and top's of blouses had started to go crisp and were starting to dry! The stench was bad now as well. Suddenly the decorator got out of his van and started passing old tins of paint to Karen's man "God, no!" Karen shouted, she looked at Alison. Well, Alison had not been painted yet, so wasn't sure how bad it could, or would get. The guy waved to Karen's man and drove back out of the yard, Karen's man came back over and put down several half empty tins of house paint and a large brush!! Again Karen's man stepped back and took several more photo's for social media, more sexual embarrassment for the girls.


Decorators are in.

The lid came off the first tin, looked like white emulsion, then Karen's man, did something Karen for sure didn't expect, he went round and got a bar's that he hidden, two of them, spreader bars! Karen was the first to be cuffed in, she half begged for him not to, but called no joy. Alison tried to resist and got a slapped ankle, she too submitted and awaited her fate. The camera phone went up Karen's skirt and took the first knicker pictures, Karen started feeling hot about being put out there, the thought of people sending messages to him to do things to her, started getting her very wet. He started giggling when he showed Karen the large
paintbrush he had acquired. Into the thick white house emulsion it went. Paint slopped onto her right arm, Karen winced it looked heavy, smelled awful, but turned on her, he slapped it all over her arm, she pulled on her cuffs in play protest, he ignored her and went to work on the right side of her blouse, smearing emulsion paint into all the layers of gooey food now stuck to her stained attire. "Close your eyes," he ordered, "Oh god! Karen muttered, as she did as asked. Yes, he painted her face, she felt the brush all over her nose and lips. Karen went weak at the knees, he'd actually done something they'd talked about in their fantasy's, he was painting her. Now Karen's blouse was unbuttoned and the inside of both halves painted with white emulsion, her black bra got the same treatment as well. Then he threw her blouse together so it stuck to her without buttoning her back up! Karen looked down, and buckled slightly from the sight. She looked up and got the other part of the paint fantasy, flour! Bag of self raising, tipped over her head and down her outfit. "Fucking owned!" he shouted at Karen, "Yes, sir, utterly destroyed sir" Karen replied. He turned to Alison, "Don't know what your smirking about you fucking stink!" the insult seemed to help Alison's I want more switch "Paint me fucker!" she blurted. Well, it was time for Alison to get the Tiswas bucket treatment, yet it was with blue and yellow emulsion paint, both hit her square on in the middle of the breasts and drenched her outfit totally in house paint. "Fucking owned, bitch!" he shouted at Alison. He was right, she was destroyed, a disgusting blob of her former pristine self. Alison's head lowered alongside Karen's they were both now in a messy submission mode. Well he took the chance. This time more sauces from the restaurant, Alison's barrage and sexual dismantling continued, he got plenty of different cooking sauces and tipped them inside the rank mess that was/is her blouse. He rubbed the mess in and gave her the groping she had asked for, she pulled back on her cuffs and straightened up so he could get a good feel. "Slut" Karen laughed. "Thanks" Alison laughed. "Heads down!" he instructed. Both the girls submitted again, again he left them, so again they would slowly start to dry off.


Hanging about.

This time he left them for longer, thirty minutes, every time they dared to speak, he snapped at them and told to stand there and be quiet. Karen loved it, she was in full view of everybody from the shops in a right state, food, paint, oil, totally owned and ruined by him, though she was not ready to give into him quite yet, Alison on the other hand was well on the way, she seemed to want finishing off her clothes were ruined, she was a stained mess, her hair was stuck all over her face, makeup running down her face. Again her blouse had been hammered, from the assaults of the mess, that had gone at her wave, after wave, she'd been bombarded into messy submission. The chef came out and look at Karen and pointed. Karen's man nodded his, head. The chef came back with dishwater! Karen's man stood to one side and let the chef have a blast and soak her, it was a good shot all down Karen's right side, causing her slightly drying blouse to once again become saturated. The dough was available from the bakery, Alison's hair copped for that it was rubbed in! Sticking all over her, she looked wrecked, her hair was now stuck up in places. Black treacle was then poured over what
was left of Alison's hair, utter destruction thought Karen, who again pulled on the cuffs to once again complain, about their play restraints. Karen now got another present, if what she had already been put through was not enough, another bucket of liquidized fish guts! "Oh god, no!"
Karen managed to whimper. Her man didn't care he just tipped the whole lot over head, including the bucket. The vile mess washed down her outfit, totally saturating her in disgusting reeking, fish mess. Anything she now wore reeked! Click! Karen heard her social demise, as her fish bucket present, had just been shared online. Karen looked down. He approached and finally did it, he tore her blouse in several places RIP! One good tug and it tore up the right side. He also moved her blouse apart so her bra was on show. Finally he took the stinking bucket off her matted head. Then went and sat back down, and sipped on a brew supplied by the chef. Karen and Alison, stood there savouring every moment, the feeling of being cuffed up, and on display, for the chosen few to see, it was exciting, yet de-grading at the same moment. Her man got up and moved to Alison, tore her skirt off Karen watched as Alison moaned sexually as he pushed her about slightly to get that skirt into rags!! Karen could feel herself tingling, she was not yet getting totally aroused, she had promised herself, that she would avoid this as people might see, but being forced to watch Alison's clothes being dismantled, it was hard to control her passion, she looked herself over, blouse torn open, covered in a heavy disgusting mess, she stank, cuffed and in spreader bars for all to see, sexual bliss.


Alison's moment of pure wammers bliss.

"You slut," he shouted at Alison, she moaned and managed to looked him straight in the face, she was still in it just. "Hosiery time!" he pointed to her face and chest. Alison pulled on her cuffs "Don't you dare encase me!" she half spat, due to the amount of flour, margarine and jam, etc. Now encrusted all over her. "Your having it slut!" he jokingly replied. He went and got two brand new pairs of hosiery or tights. Alison was already wearing one pair, they were ruined from all the disgusting mess, she'd suffered in her personal afternoon of annihilation.
He un-cuffed Alison she moved forward slightly off the bin, and stretched her arms. "Hands by your side slut!" the instruction was not followed. SPLAT! Another half a cream cake to the face for Alison, her arms dropped and she subbed. "Ready, " he sounded semi-stern. Alison puts her head up straight, as a sign to tell him to do it to her. Karen noticed from her cuffed position, that Alison was shaking slightly from the adrenaline coursing through her, Alison really wanted this! Alison closed her eyes and went limp as he pulled the hosiery over her head, a few pulls and tugs followed, Alison rocked and moaned sexually a lot, finally he got her head the torn crotch. Pulled it round, her hair was stuck to the hosiery, food seeped through all over, next he pulled it down over her blouse, he left it buttoned up and gave verbally instructions to Alison telling her what he was doing, Karen from her chained position, could see Alison sexually buckling from just being forced to wear the hosiery over her ruined clothes. He pulled and tugged the hosiery down over her shoulders and down the sleeves of her blouse again mess seeped out of clothes from everywhere. Once he had her in and the hosiery went down as far as her stomach. He gave an order "Open your eyes encased slave!" Alison opened them and shook as she looked and managed to blurt out just in time "Hold me up, I'm coming!" Karen's man rushed to her side, to help her stay upright. The sheer magnitude of being forced into the encasement with wam, was making Alison so sexually aroused, she could hardly stand. He took off Alison's spreader bar, looked round for spare rope, that he brought just in case, quickly he tied Alison back to her bin, this time round her shoulders, she stood upright, just, click, click, more photo's, Alison was gasping, not for air, she could easily breathe through the hosiery on her head and face, it was the sensation of having it done to her. Karen noticed that as Alison was being tied to the bin, that she was spreading her legs. "Pie's in the vagina, set of five through her HOSIERY" Karen shouted the words hosiery, so Alison would know what was coming. "I'll count" shouted Karen, "One" first pie hit Alison right in the vagina, through their hosiery and knickers, couple of seconds later "two" this follow up was pressed in again through the hosiery, Alison head went limp, and
dropped to the left. "Three" Karen shouted, her man this time pulled open Alison's hosiery and slapped a pie in then rubbed her hosiery with his hands, Alison moaned and let go, she came, she literally hung there on her rope ties, legs wide apart "Five, follow up! Karen wailed, he did. This shot was right in the vagina again, through Alison's hosiery right on the spot, Alison's head reeled and across to the right, she came for a second time from the feeling of hosiery pressed against her. Alison head came up as she breathed heavily from the back to back short but strong orgasms. Her head lowered, "I'm an encased wam slut!" muttered Alison, she lowered her head and said nothing. She was stunned by her orgasms, and the fact they had put hosiery play in for her, a dream come true. Karen's man turned to Karen "You never used the number four!" he pointed at her "You're, getting it!" Karen gulped and said "Yes sir"
she too now was starting to tremble sexually.


Sexual Chemistry.

Karen's man opened the last two cream cake boxed and split the cakes in half, making them into four, looked round, found four cans of larger, anything that he could give to Karen in bunches of four. The pie sandwich's were first, they were huge, Karen gasped heavily from it. Next a cream cake in the vagina through her panties, he tore at her suspender belt, he had a thing for ripping them, so she could not connect her stockings back up. He tore them
in several places "Oh god, you're destroying me" Karen whimpered, "Outdoors!" he replied, that's all he needed to say, Karen looked up at the sky. He pulled her back down by her hair, drenched her in larger, we mean totally, she was swamped with the stuff. He looked round, there was nobody about apart from Alison, who was in subspace, from her hosiery orgasms. He plays slapped her "Oh sir" Karen muttered. He pushed her bra up and exposed Karen's tits, he'd gone the other way, Alison was forced into a clothed orgasm, Karen was being stripped and taken apart! More items from the mini-mart got poured, rubbed or smeared into
Karen and her destroyed outfit. "Do you want to risk it, " Karen muttered in his ear, "God yes, " he replied "move my panties to one side and take me!" Karen blurted. "Cuffed up, " he asked, "God yes! " Karen gasped he moved in front of her and quickly inserted in her, knowing full well the people owning the shops could come out at any moment. "Come on!" Karen almost ordered, they went for it, he thrust into her while she was cuffed up, faster, Karen felt all his shaft inside her, "God, yes, " she blurted. Alison managed to blurt "Destroy her" from her wrecked position. He did just that, he took Karen hard while she was cuffed to the bin. Karen arched and came from the force of the fucking, he was going to follow shortly. He stepped off it was a bit too risky. He looked round, nobody about, he took off Karen's spreader bars, and then un-cuffed her from the bin. Karen stepped out of her plastic pit, they looked round, there was just enough space round the back of the bins.. Karen rushed round, the back, bent over "Fuck me!" she blurted, he did, they were now out of sight, he pounded her, in doggy position, Karen held onto the bin, this time the thrusts were longer and more exact, "God yes" Karen blurted, her ruined outfit all over the place. He took her hard again.
This time he came before her, Karen exploded shortly after. He emptied everything he could into her. Karen gasped several times as he did. "Oh my god, we've had sex round the back of the bins!" Karen giggled. "Tell me about it," he now gasped. Karen re-poised herself and got dressed the best, she could.


The day out, to end all days out.

Alison was un-tied from the bin, she fell into the arms of Karen laughing, "Are you taking it off" Karen inquired "No, I'd stay in it all day" given the choice Alison replied. "Did you take each other" Alison asked, through her hosiery mask. "Oh god yes, round the back of the bins, no less" Karen giggled. Hold hands with me, and let's walk up the to the flat together, so everybody can see us. This is exactly what they did, Karen's man, watched as they walked along the outdoor balcony together Karen in rags, and Alison encased from head to toe in messy hosiery. He looked round the yard was a mess, though not quite as bad as he thought it would be. He double checked and wondered if any of the business's had photo's of him and Karen having messy sex, he laughed and started the long clean up.