I've been misbehaving all day. I tell you I'm going to apologize for misbehaving earlier with a present; I blindfold you and take you into the bathroom for your "surprise." I sit you down in the middle of the bathroom in a chair. I handcuff you around the back of the chair and begin to grind myself against your crotch while continuing to bind you to the chair. Once I have you bound and distracted, I take your blindfold off and show you my punishment for you: 5 fully decorated custard and banana pies, a small can of frosting, a rubber spatula, and a tube of sprinkles

You start to yell at me, but once I put a piece of duct tape over your mouth, you stay quiet. I hold up a pie, and you shake your head no, trying uselessly to wiggle yourself free. I agree with you, and I put the pie down, watching you sigh in relief. I then grab the can of frosting and the rubber spatula. You moan as I begin to coat your neck, arms, and shoulders in the stuff, laughing at how humiliated you feel.

Once I've used up the frosting, I start with the pies. I first give you a pie hat, loving your disgusted facial expressions. I use my next pie all over the front of your face, rubbing it in slowly in circles. With the next two pies I make your face a pie sandwich, turning you into a creamy, custardy mess all over. I immediately rip the duct tape off your mouth as I pick up my last pie. I take the pie and gently push it straight into your crotch, dragging the dessert up to your chest. You stay quiet, simply angry and messy and humiliated.

After dropping sprinkles all over your messy body, I tell you that I won't use the rest of my supplies on you as long as once I untie you, you get straight into the shower and pretend it never happened. You think suspiciously for a moment and agree, flashing a very quick naughty smile. I unbind you and you clean yourself up while I go wash up and sit in the living room to watch some TV.


You come back into the living room for a while, clearly pretending that nothing has happened. We act very normal for a little while. You ask me to check the refrigerator for something and I happily oblige - while checking the fridge, before I know it, you have come up behind me, shoved a black canvas bag (one of my Blick bags) over my head and grabbed my around the waste, pinning me to the wall. You roughly grab my hands and handcuff them behind my back.

You take me to the bathroom, still bagged and cuffed, shove me into a chair, and begin to bind me to the chair. You tell me softly and forcefully to stop moving and screaming or you'll make it much worse. You grab each of my legs and tape them up to the chair legs. You take the duct tape and rap it around my upper body and the back of the chair multiple time to keep me from squirming away from anything you may do to me. You then uncuff my hands and tape each of my wrists to the arms of the chair. Then, after all that, you take the bag off my head. I'm fuming at you, ready to scream, when you slap me lightly. You grab my chin and tell me that I can scream all I want and that it won't do anything but make it worse. I bite my lip - and that's when I see my punishment:

7 pies, cakes, and custards in all sorts of colors, 1 bowl full of green pancake mix, and 1 enormous bucket of thick, gooey, pink cake mix, and an enormous paintbrush. I beg you to stop, but you just smile at me at shake your head. I gulp, knowing that there's absolutely no way I can get out of this.

First, you pick up the giant bucket and the paintbrush. Scooping up cake batter with the paint brush, you begin to spread the batter thickly and carefully across my upper body, being sure to get my neck, shoulders, arms, and breasts. I moan in humiliation and squirm lightly in my chair. "No moving, " you tell me with a grin, "or this happens." My eyes get enormous seeing you pick up a pie. I start to protest, to apologize for moving, before the pie is thrust forcefully into my face. You laugh heartily at my shocked, messy face. You put down the pie tin and pick up the bucket and brush again, continuing to spread the goop around my stomach, arms, breasts, neck, and shoulders. I moan in degradation, being sure not to move in fear of getting another full facial punishment. Once my body is covered from the waist up in pink I look up at you. "Are you done with that shit yet?" You laugh in my face as you load up the paintbrush again. You slap the goop against the top of my head, using the brush to really spread it into my hair. I groan loudly and scrunch my face up. As you continue coating my hair in the gunk, I feel my body slip and squirm.

"No! No, wait, I just slipped! I promise!" I plead with you, watching you pick up an enormous ice cake. You shake your head, "Not good enough." Holding the back of my head firmly, you squash the cake and my head together, being sure to push my nose straight to the bottom. You pick up the dropped bits of cake and push them into my hair and face. I try to shake around my face to get some of the goop off, but it's no use - I'm covered.

You smile and begin clearing my face and hair off with a wet towel. I sigh happily, "oh thank god, am I done?"

You laugh again, "Not even close. I want you so filthy you can barely move." I gulp and bite my lip as you grab two more pies and sandwich them around my face. I shriek quickly as the cream and custard sticks to my newly washed face. You continue to laugh at me as you pull the pie tins away. You see that some dessert has stuck in the tins, so you stick each of them under/on to each of my feet. I groan loudly in disgust as you laugh at me. "Try getting away from me now," you said, laughing.

"Can I at least use my hands to wipe my eyes?" I ask indignantly. You look at me and scoff. Immediately you pick up enormous handfuls of goop from the pink bucket and rub them all over my hands. I release you plan to leave me with no area of skin to wipe my face with.

You grab a banana pudding and slam it over the top of my head, spraying custard and cream down my face, hair, and chest. This left us with three more desserts, a small bit of the pink batter in the bucket, and the bowl of green pancake slime. You grin quickly as you pick up the bowl. "No! No, wait - " I start before feeling the goo slide all over me, head first. You yank back a lock of hair on the back of my head, forcing my face upward into the stream. I shriek as I feel it pour over me. I splutter forward. "Are you done yet??" I yell, trying to shake my head of any of the slime. You continue laughing at me. "Not until you are completely degraded, my slave."

2 pies, and what's left of the bucket sit in front of me. Picking up a pie and the bucket at the same time, you ask, "Are you ready?" I shake my head no and you burst into laughter. You shove the pie into my face quickly, and tip the bucket over my head as you pull the pie tin away. You let the entire bucket sink over my head and sit on my shoulders. You can hear me groan from inside the bucket and laugh hysterically.

"Hold on just a second, my little slut," you say to me. You leave the room quickly and come back with something - I can't see anything from under the bucket. But soon I can hear a small ripping sound and I feel saran wrap wrapping all around my body, over and over and over again. The wrap goes all the way around my torso, my breast, arms, legs, and the chair many, many times, leaving me stuck and stuffed inside to squirm with the mess. You then take the bucket off of my head. I shriek at you quickly, before you put your fingers over my lips.

"This is what you get for defying me," you say, smiling. "Now I'm going to just let you sit here for a while. Have fun."

You leave the room for, I don't know, 45 minutes to an hour to let me stew in the filth and the mess and the gunk, dripping from head to toe while you sit in another room watching television.

When you come back, I'm quiet and slightly squirmy, but ready to be incredibly submissive. You smile and laugh lovingly at me. You take your hand and rub it gently over my face, teasingly rubbing the cream around. I giggle and scrunch up my face under the mess. "Ready to be a good girl now?" you ask me. I nod, and you cut me free from the saran wrap and duct tape. I stand up and walk towards the shower, before you grab my arm.

"One last lesson though," you say, grabbing the last pie. "Bend over."

I groan and bend over, my hands gripping the edge of the tub. You slam the pie against my bare ass, giving me a good, messy spanking. "There we go," you say. "Now wash up."