Darcie Celebrates an Anniversary

Hi, ya'll! It's Darcie back again. You know how we ladies love to celebrate all kinds of anniversaries, right? Well I am no exception. It's no secret that on our wedding anniversary, Jim takes me out under that waterfall where he proposed late at night and just has his way with me. (Lucky we were married in Texas in the summertime!) But there is another anniversary that I thought was worthy of remembrance. It's the anniversary of that night he introduced me to WAM. Now we all know my history by now and how I was no stranger to getting muddy or soaking wet, but it was that night when Jim was just a visitor here, and we weren't really sure if there was a future for us that I told him, Just do whatever you want to me, and he clobbered me silly with pies. That was the night that I learned that getting wet and messy could be part of our love life (and my sister's and all of my friends', but that is another story). It also let loose an inner wild child that led to naked swim parties in the pond and the lot of us girls all giving blow jobs to our men in the same room, so I wanted to make sure it was remembered.

How? you ask. Well by celebrating that night each year by giving Jim the same offer: Do whatever you want to me. The only rule is that it can't hurt (much, a little spanking never hurt anyone) or leave anything permanent. Other than that, pretty much anything goes. And since I'm such a glutton for punishment, every year I dare him to push it further than he did the year before. He never disappoints and this year was no exception. He usually starts getting ready a month or so before and this year he was doing a lot of research on the internet and a lot of practicing down in the play room which I was not allowed to witness.

About a week before, that Yankee came to me and said, I'm just making sure; I can do whatever I want as long as it doesn't really hurt or leave any permanent marks.

You know the rules, sweetie, I replied. And if you don't outdo last year, I am going to be very disappointed.

O.k. Just checking.

Why do I let him get away with things like this and even invite them on myself? I thought we went over that already. Jim has this little cock ring that makes me experience a female ejaculation, a squirting orgasm, every time he wears it. We had to get a waterproof cover for our king-size mattress! The sheets get sopping wet and happily I fall asleep lying in a big puddle. That's why!

Anyway, the big night came and I was wearing a brand new knockout dress for the occasion.




Jim told me to come down to the playroom. When I came down the steps, there was nothing there.

What's going on, sweetie? I asked. You don't have anything ready.

Oh, yes I do, he replied and came up behind me, shoving a handkerchief soaked in an odd smelling liquid. I'd never smelled it before, but as soon as I started to feel groggy, I knew it had to be chloroform. THAT was why he came back and asked that last time. That damned Yankee. He got me good

I came to a while later and the room was now full of buckets, bowls, pies, cakes and other assorted paraphernalia. Jim was stripped to just his knit boxers and a colored wife beater undershirt. And II was on my stomach on the floor hogtied.

Yes! Hogtied! Like this! Except he used cotton rope instead of ribbon.



He'd knocked me out and hogtied me! I guess he figured I might struggle if he did it while I was awake. I probably would havemaybejust a little, for appearance's sake.

For the record, he did a damned good job tying me up too! This was a city-boy Yankee who'd never been to a rodeo until I took him to one and here I was tied up very professionally! THAT was what all of the on-line research and practicing was about. I have to admit I was a little proud of my transplanted Texan just then.

It's 'bout time you woke up, he teased.

Uhnn, uhnn, I moaned through my gag.

Oh, of course, he said and pulled the gag over my head. Is that better?

Much better, thank you, I deadpanned. So, how did you violate me while I was unconscious?

Oh, I didn't, my darling, he mocked. It would not be fair if I was the only one who got to enjoy this.

He had no reason to lie about that. He would have been well within the rules to violate me fifty ways from Sunday while I was out if he'd wanted to. However I was still in my dress and red bikini panties with white spots. He'd even left my shoes on and made sure my dress was pulled down in place. My sweet hubby was always such a gentleman, even when totally dominating me!

I hope this isn't the end of it, I teased, daring him to start destroying me. I mean just tying my up? Pretty lame.

Jim's answer to my challenge came non-verbally with a quarter-sheet, fine white cake with chocolate whipped cream icing smashed into my face and drug over my hair. Not bad, I was getting turned on already.

I kept my head lifted up, but with my face full of cake, I didn't see him grab the blackberry cream pie and hurl it, so I was taken by surprise when it exploded over my well-caked face.

Pies and cakes, I said, every year it's pies and cakes. That wasn't true, but my job was to always egg him on to do his worst to me. Egg him on, now that was apropos.

It's not all pies and cakes, sweetheart, he lovingly replied.

Jim wiped my eyes clear so I could see what he was doing. He reached into a grocery bag to remove a carton of eggs. He took one out and cracked it on top of my head, letting it spill out of the two halves of the shell like my head was a griddle. I felt the slimy egg oozing through my hair. Then he smashed the shell into my hair. Egg him on, get it?

Well that's certainly new, I said.

Jim replied as he took out two more, I left these out to come up to room temperature so they'd BREAK easy. As he punched the word break, he smashed them both into the top of my head. Now egg slime was running down my face and behind my ears. It was a little gross, but it was also a little arousing and he was just getting started.

Except for a little bit of blackberry filling around my boobs, my dress was still in pretty good shape. I hoped that wouldn't continue to be the case and soon got my wish. Jim grabbed me by my eggy hair with one hand and lifted my front off the floor a little. (Yes the hair-pulling hurt a little, but I compensated by raising up my front a little myself and I am more than willing to give him a little leeway.) He shoved an egg between the top of my dress and each tit and rocked me back down so my body weight would crush them. I felt the eggs soak the front of my dress and felt their sliminess on my tits.

This is eggs-actly what I needed, I punned.

Just for that he trailed off and slipped three of them between the back of my dress and my ass. He moved my tied hands and feet out of the way and gave my ass a good swat.

Ooooo! I squealed, both at the egg slime soaking my dress and panties and at the slight sting of Jim's little love pat. (Ever since my punishment in the motel, playful little spankings have become a regular part of our repertoire. He'll sneak up behind me and give me a love tap. I always straighten up and squeal, Ooooo! like now.) I smiled up at him and blew him a kiss. Seriously, is there anything more submissive than a girl smiling when being dominated? I don't know why I just don't give in and become a total submissive, at least when the kids aren't around. Maybe it's the nipple clamps!

What else ya got? I asked.

This! he replied.

Splat! He shoved a chocolate cream pie hard into my face. I didn't flinch and didn't even close my eyes until the very last second. I loved it and got just a little hornier. With apologies to The Pussycat Dolls: Don't you wish your girlfriend liked pie like me? Then Jim cleared my eyes so I could see what he was up to. His cock was pitching a tent in those knit boxers that would eventually be in me somewhere this evening. It was up to him where.

He picked up a quarter sheet cake in each hand. How about some more cake? he asked.

Looking up at him I raked my tongue across my top teeth and replied, I'd love some!

SPLAT! My head instantly disappeared in a cake sandwich. The lights went out and the world got quiet thanks to getting my ears full of cake. Blinded, I declared, Back to your old standbys, I see.

I just wanted to give you a break before the real fun started, he said.

Jim cleared my eyes again and walked over to pick up a ten-gallon bucket. I expected a coating of chocolate or slime, but when he held it over my head and began to pour, out came warm black strap molasses, probably the thickest, stickiest and hardest-to-wash-out-of-hair-next-to-eggs substance known to man. He had warmed it up so it would thin out a little. I felt it weigh down my hair and let out a little groan even though my panties were getting wet thanks to it.

I guess that means you want the second bucket, too, he said. Good, that means I can use up all of this one on your top half.

And he did too! He coated my entire head in the sweet sticky stuff, turning me dark brown and then poured more of it down my back to my waist. Then he rolled me up onto my side and poured the rest over and into the front of my dress.

Oh, you're such a generous husband, I purred. I would be washing my hair for hours later, but I told him to do anything he wanted. I deserved every bit of whatever he wanted to do and would let him do it without a complaint. It's what a good WAM wife does! Just ask Beth, Debbie, Olivia, my mom

He left me on my side and got the second bucket. He finished the ruination of my dress by coating it from my waist down to the hem, pulling up the skirt and coating my panties and then pulling the skirt back down, pouring some over my legs and then pouring a big puddle on the floor in front of me that he rolled me back onto my stomach into.

There's still a little left, he said.

Well don't let it go to waste, sweetheart, I purred. Let me have it! He held it over my head and poured more out into my sticky mop of hair and then dropped the bucket down over my head.

I heard him step away and when he came back and lifted the bucket off, he planted one hand behind my head in my molasses-filled hair and shoved a banana cream pie in my face with the other, holding my head and smushing the pie around.

Mmmmm, more please, I said after he'd cleared my eyes out again.

If you insist, he replied and chucked a blackberry cream at my face with all his might. It even stung through the layer of molasses, but getting plastered hard only makes me want more.

That all y'all got? I inquired, letting my drawl out.

Somebody doesn't know when to be quiet, he said and proceeded to smash an entire carton of eggs into my hair shells and all. My panties flooded. I get so horny when he destroys me like this.

With egg oozing down the layers of cake, pie and molasses covering my face, Jim told me, Now I want you to hold your head up as high as you can here. Let me see how proud of yourself you are that you can take this like a woman.

Holding my head up wasn't a problem. Being hogtied lent itself to my head and neck being craned up. I smiled coyly at him through the mess covering my face and held his gaze until the lights went out again when the first of a ten-pie barrage exploded in my face. My pussy was throbbing by the time it was done. I'd soon be begging him for satisfaction.

Jim knows what I need though. While I was still blinded, I felt him grab the halter string behind my neck and snip it with scissors. Then he did the same to the one behind my back and down through all of my cris-cross straps. My dress fell down in the front and he pulled it down to my waist to thoroughly expose my tits and gave them a messy feel up.

You always make me feel so special, darling, I beamed, just like a princess.

The princess is about to have some real fun, he replied.

My skirt was already riding up from all of the rolling around on the floor. Jim pulled it up all the way to show my panties. He ripped my panties open between my legs and then ripped open both sides before tossing them away.

So attentive, my darling, I purred.

I heard him pull something out of a box and the noise it made was tell-tale. He shoved the vibrator through my legs and against my horny pussy.

Oh, god! Thank you! I cried out. It felt SO GOOD!

I wanted to build a machine that fucked you, he whispered in my ear, but I couldn't figure out how to make it work with you tied up on the floor maybe next year. I was scared and thrilled all at the same time. I've since looked up fucking machine on the internet and it looks like it might be fun for a girl with an open mind!

But back to my messy bondage - Can you hold that in place? he asked.

I closed my legs on the vibrator and nodded my head yes. Good, Jim said and after a pause, finally wiped my eyes clear. He was back in front of me again, shirtless and on his knees with his cock out of his underwear and waving it around in front of my face.

Now for those of you familiar with me, you will recall that I am quite proud of the fact that I will do things for Jim that a prostitute would charge a lot extra for. I'll do them because he asks and I'll just do them on my own. Put a pie on it and then shove it in, I told him.

Jim knew the drill by now. He burrowed the hold up through the blackberry cream with his thumb a little off-center, shoved his cock up through it, grabbed the back of my head and then rammed his cock through my ready and waiting lips until my face buried itself in the pie. Gripping my head with both hands, he thrust my head up and down the length of his shaft while I just kept a tight seal on it with my lips and tongue.

I know all of this sounds a little rough and harsh, but this whole anniversary is about letting him do whatever he wants. I'm happy that he is comfortable enough to unleash his dark fantasies on me. I love it! It makes me want to please him even more! Oh hell! Why am I explaining? I know all of you love hearing about this! Don't you wish your girlfriend was 'sub' like me? Anyway, like I said, I was keeping a good seal on him with my lips and keeping my tongue pressed against his shaft, while he yanked my head up and down the length of it. (Actually he was thrusting a little.) All of it wasn't easy with the professional job the vibrator was doing on my pussy. I was so horny before he ever put it there and I was nearly melted. I blinked my eyes open and made eye contact with him. I assumed the most I love you and I am completely yours; do with me what you will expression I could.

At this point I felt like a total submissive. Had he asked in that moment, I would have willingly become his total slave without hesitation. Sir, may I dress today or shall I remain naked for your pleasure, that sort of thing. Of course if I did that, my friends would all want to try it too and then we might have to entertain the guys with each other, not that Beth, Debbie, Kellie or Olivia are ugly by any means. I just prefer men! Oh well, who knows? Maybe Ashley won't stay one up on the rest of us in that department LOL.

I maintained that expression for as long as I could, but eventually I had to clench my eyes shut for the powerful orgasm the vibrator gave me. A woman has to be careful cumming with her guy in her mouth, but Jim's in there so much I've become an expert. We'll often have 69 and try for mutual, but this time he just kept pounding me in the face while I moaned in utter submissive bliss. I was able to work the vibrator out once I'd finished and it lay on the floor just running and wasting batteries.

Jim was getting close, I could tell. But instead of just filling my mouth up, he pulled out and started yanking at the last second and sprayed me in the face. He started up high, getting it in my gloppy matte of hair and worked his way down. He always packs a load, but when we do something special, it always seems even bigger and tonight was no exception. He had enough to coat my clenched eyelids and nose. He finished squirting what was left into my happily open mouth with my tongue wagging out. Then I licked him clean and swallowed it down. I'll never get enough of that sweet Yankee cum!

Jim leaned back and threatened me with a quarter-sheet cake. Cake me, you mouth fucker! I exclaimed and my sweet Yankee plastered me.

James Adam Sutton, you sure know how to treat a lady! I said. I'm the luckiest gal on Earth!

Oh, we're just gettin' started, he replied.

I raised my eyebrows and gave him a sexy grin. I thought we were done, but I should have known better. Good! I want more! Lots more! I exclaimed.

Jim tried to untie me, but the ropes were so gummed up with molasses and egg that he finally gave up and cut them with the scissors. Ooooo, I moaned, rubbing my arms and legs. While tying me up was fun and helped him outdo the previous anniversaries, my arms and legs were falling asleep from being bent back that way. I'm going to suggest that if he wants to do that again that he ties my arms and legs to the four corners of the bed.

The gloppy remnants of my dress were like a belt around my otherwise naked body. I know Jim loves that look so I did not dare take or rip it the rest of the way off. I rolled over and sat up, looking up at him standing in front of me. What else you got for me? I asked. He was messy, but mostly from being in contact with me. I was totally destroyed and was hoping the destruction would continue.

Jim placed a stack of pies next to me and sat down right in front of me with an identical stack. I pretended not to notice and just made kissy faces at him until he picked up a blackberry cream and plastered me with it. I finally grabbed one after clearing my eyes and fired back. Jim sat grinning while my weapon found its target and obscured his features in blackberries, whipped cream and crust. He responded with a chocolate cream to my messy tits. I hit him in the crotch.

It went back and forth like that until we were each down to our last one of the stack. Jim got right up in my face and said, On three. He counted and we slammed our pies into the other's face. Then Jim leaned in to kiss me. I felt he was recovering, but not ready just yet.

Jim is one of the most secure in his manhood guys I've ever known. He knows all of my sizes and it's nothing for him to buy me dresses or lingerie that he likes, which I wear proudly until our adventures destroy them, or my favorite, buy me sex toys. He produced a box that said, Mr. Chubby Extra. (Remember Mr. Chubby from my punishment story?) This one was bigger, thicker and had a raised bump that was guaranteed to excite you like nothing else. That translated into hyper stimulating that same portion of my anatomy that his cock ring did.

Oh, YES! I moaned when he immediately put it to good use. (Remember I take very little foreplay!)

Want to take over? he asked after rogering me for several minutes with it.

Already gasping, I nodded, Yes and took over my own dildo-fucking. Soon I learned why Jim wanted me to take over; it was to free his hands up. As I sat that abusing myself and gasping, he poured a ten-gallon bucket of chocolate over my head to add to the layers of eggs, molasses, pie and cake already there.

SPLAT! A banana cream pie from a well-aimed throw exploded over my face.

More! I moaned. Give me everything! Pie the shit out of me!

Three more plastered me in the face. Then a blackberry cream exploded across my tits as I was nearing an explosive orgasm. The stinging was delightful and so erotic.

HARDER! I shouted, loud enough to wake the dead lucky the girls were at my folks. Jim unleashed a barrage of hard-pitch pies right into my tits that I was sure would bruise, or at least leave red marks, but none of that is permanent and I was begging for it.

My reservoir had been getting full for the last several minutes. Jim plastered me in the face with a runny chocolate syrup pie as I gasped and then immediately after in the tits. Just as the pie exploded in my tits, my dam burst and I sprayed my juice out around Mr. Chubby.

Oh, God, that was great! I moaned just before my sweetie smashed a quarter-sheet chocolate cake in my face. I felt spent but when I cleared my eyes out, Jim's cock was back to full attention and hanging out of his messy boxers.

Sure you don't want to take care of that yourself? I asked. I was sure I knew the answer, but it never hurt to try.

Nope, this is for you, my messy little slut. (No I don't care if he calls me that when we do stuff like this, or whore or the C word either.)

Okay, I replied panting, just satisfy yourself.

Where's the fun in that? he asked, slipping his little attachment onto his member before pinning and impaling me.

Oh, no! I moaned as he went to work. I was exhausted after that last orgasm and didn't think I had another one left in me. However you should never count out a determined man wearing a cock ring guaranteed to make your lady gush every time. I nearly passed out, but before too long I rinsed glop from the front of his boxers with my juices and he decorated my insides with his at the same time.

We collapsed on the floor in a puddle of sweat, pie, cake molasses, slime and eggs, (Did I forget anything?), kissing and caressing and saying, I love you, over and over.

I wasn't too rough; was I? Jim asked when we had both caught our breath.

I asked for it, I replied. I won't break. If it ever gets too rough, you'll be the first one to hear about it. I love finding out what dark things go on in that imagination of yours.

Jim chuckled and leaned forward to kiss me again. There's some messy stuff left over, he said, flipping his eyebrows.

Say no more! I replied and got up to move over to his stash. Just sit back and enjoy this.

I pulled my skirt down to cover my ass and pussy. The top was wrecked of course so the front flopped down in front of me and my tits bounced free. I opened the last carton of eggs. I grabbed two in each hand and smashed them, shells and all, into my gloppy hair. By this time the feeling of slimy eggs running down my face was old hat. I crushed two more under my arms. I lay down on my stomach and slid four of them under my skirt and let Jim smash those onto my ass. That left two more. I held one squeezed between my tits and shoved them together to break it. Lucky they had been left out and were at room temperature so they cracked easily. For the last one, I sat down spread eagle to show off my privates, placed the last egg on my hair patch and crushed it and purred, Mmmmm! as the egg ran over my pussy.

If I wasn't totally spent, Jim began, you'd be providing some 'personal service'.

I'd lick down every drop, too, lover, I replied. (Don't worry. He gets blown again before morning!)

I gave myself three pie sandwiches but there was an odd one left over.

Go ahead, I said, offering it to Jim. Give it to me!

He cocked it back and plastered me in the face with banana cream. I didn't think I could feel horny again for a while, but it was starting up again.

The final two items were a bucket of green slime and one last bucket of molasses. My Yankee sweetie had me wrap my arms around him and he dumped them over both our heads slime first and then molasses. Then we rolled on the floor for a while in the glop.

Happy anniversary of the first time you let me do whatever I wanted, Jim said. I already can't wait until next year.

Next year? I said. Ha! You've spoiled me! I want you to do this all the time!
I'm just a glutton for punishment!

I'm glad we were able to get this in on our actual anniversary date. Jim leaves in a few days to do some training in the Huston office. I may have to get the girls together for an I miss you video!