(Story for anonymous requester)

Peter tried to keep calm as he sat in the therapist's waiting room. He'd arrived a little early for the appointment and rather than getting his phone out and checking his messages he instead spent the time glancing around the room. There were half a dozen grey chairs, a single small time in the centre and a scattering of potted plants. On the walls were a dozen framed certificates: three diplomas, a couple of degrees, a doctorate and six accreditations from different professional bodies.

He was just about to stand up and take a closer look at the certificates when the door opened. Out stepped an incredibly attractive brunette in her late twenties. She was dressed in a smart white blouse and black pencil skirt with a black patent leather belt and matching heels. She was slender but at the same time had curves in all the right places. Peter was momentarily distracted by her beauty until she politely coughed and indicated for him to follow her into the office next door.

By the time Peter entered the room the woman was already seated behind a large wooden desk. On the desk was a toblerone-shaped nameplate with "Dr W Olivia" inscribed upon it. Also in the office was a grey chair similar to the ones in the waiting room as well as a large brown leather couch. Peter instantly sat down upon the chair as he feared laying down on the couch was far too cliched.

"So, what has brought you here to see me?" Dr Olivia asked.

Peter took a moment to gather his thoughts before speaking. He explained that he'd been having some problems in the bedroom. It had all started with his last girlfriend. They had been together for a couple of years and initially the sex between them had been great but then things had taken a downward turn. And unfortunately, that had spelt the end of the relationship. Since then, he'd had a couple of one-night stands but again had had problems actually performing in bed.

The doctor asked him to expand further on when the problems had first begun with his former girlfriend. He admitted that they had been experimenting in the bedroom at the time. It had started when his girlfriend suggested doing some roleplay, her as a naughty secretary and him as her stern boss. It had certainly spiced up their sex life, so they had agreed to continue the experiment. Next it was then his turn to suggest something, and he'd decide to indulge in his ultimate fantasy.

"And what would that be?" the therapist questioned.

Peter confessed that ever since he had been a teenager, he'd been turned on by seeing women get messy and humiliated. It had probably begun with kids' television shows he used to watch which involved gunge. He always paid special attention when the recipient of the gunk was a young woman or even a fit mother. From there his interest had expanded to include mud wrestling, wet t-shirt competitions and slapstick. And it was the latter that quickly became his favourite.

In fact, he spent much of the second half of his adolescence masturbating to choreographed pie fights in old black and white movies or the occasional impromptu pieing of a female model on a gameshow. Which was certainly something his teenage self never thought he'd disclose to another person, especially to an attractive woman let alone a mental health professional.

Apart from a brief time when he dated a woman he first met at a party when she'd been dressed only in a whipped cream bikini, his sex life and fetish had remained apart. He had tried to bring the topic up with other girlfriends but they either thought it was a joke or were repulsed by the idea. But when his current girlfriend had suggested experimentation, he'd decide to try again. He'd been pleased that she not only said yes but even seemed to be excited at the prospect of getting messy.


"What happened next?" prompted Dr Olivia.

Peter explained that he had visited a few local stores and picked up supplies for the session. These included various pies and cakes as well as a not insignificant quantity of custard and cream. Before his girlfriend arrived, he'd put down some protective sheets in the spare room and set up a trestle table laden with the messy supplies. When she first saw it all she seemed a little startled but gamely agreed to carry on and they both went into the bedroom to change into their costumes.

They roleplayed a scene with her as a waitress being punished for constantly mixing up orders. Peter pretended to tell her off the picked up one of the pies, intending to slap it into her face. But at that point his fantasy began to unravel. He froze; he just couldn't go through with it. So, in the end they had abandoned the session and gone down the pub instead. Whilst the pair remained together things were never quite the same between them and slapstick was no longer a turn on for Peter.

"Why do you think that is?" the therapist inquired.

Peter considered the matter carefully before responding. It had been so easy watching all those actresses and models on television getting pied and humiliated. But, when it came time to actually do the deed himself, he just couldn't do it. It was guilt he suddenly realised! He couldn't do it to his girlfriend because he cared for her and didn't want her to be unfairly humiliated.

The therapist nodded politely at the breakthrough and jotted something down in a notebook that had been resting on her desk. She also took the opportunity to grab a drink of water and offered a glass to Peter. He accepted, especially as his throat was a little dry from all the talking he'd been doing. Dr Olivia picked up a glass, poured some water into it and then held it out towards Peter.

"So have you ever been on the receiving end of this mess?" she asked.

"No" Peter replied.

Whether it was intentional or not Peter didn't know, but as he went to take the glass of water the therapist let go of it and it spilled into his lap. His trousers were completely sodden and soon the water penetrated through to his briefs. Peter went to get up only to discover than he'd somehow gotten an erection and abruptly sat back down in embarrassment.

Dr Olivia was very apologetic and started searched in her desk drawers for some tissues. She found a small supply and quickly stepped over to Peter to mop up the spill. He held out his hands in a futile attempt to maintain some distance between and hide his humiliation. But close up it didn't take a trained therapist to recognise the source of his obvious discomfort. Peter noticed a slight smirk play across her lips just before she excused herself and left him on his own in the office.

Peter grabbed the tissues Dr Olivia had found and tried his best to dry his crotch whilst wondering where the therapist had disappeared to. She was gone for a good five or six minutes before he heard her returning accompanied by an odd rattling sound. When she emerged back in the office, she was pushing a hostess trolley was laden with pies, tarts, cake and other creamy desserts. Peter was surprised at this unexpected development and could well guess what would happen next.

"This is clearly what you deserve" Dr Olivia stated.

And with that statement made, the therapist picked up a cream pie from the trolley and stepped over to Peter. He looked up at her not knowing what to think or do. He'd always loved to watch women getting messy but had never considered suffering a similar fate himself. Peter wasn't sure if he should object but he knew that Dr Olvia was a professional therapist with impressive credentials and her only purpose was to help him overcome his sexual problems. So, he just sat there.

Dr Olivia was holding the pie very delicately but there was nothing delicate about the manner in which she slapped it into his face. Even though he had been expected it, Peter was still shocked when it actually happened, especially the force of the creamy dessert striking him. He wasn't sure if it had reduced his level of guilt, but it had certainly raised his level of embarrassment.

Whilst Peter was contemplating his situation, Dr Olivia had re-armed herself. She waited patiently for him to clear some of the pie cream from off his face before striking him with the second one. Then with him blinded by pastry she took the time to pick up two more pies and plaster them on either side of his head before taking a fifth pie and depositing it upside down on top of his head. She then examined his crotch to reveal his reaction to the unusual treatment.

"I believe we are making progress" the therapist said.

Peter didn't respond to the comment or react when he saw Dr Olivia pick up a large bowl of trifle from the trolley. She turned around and after looking carefully over him indicated for Peter to remove his jacket. Even though he knew that the therapist had seen his hard-on, Peter was still self-conscious about it so rather than stand up and make it more obvious he simply slipped the jacket off his shoulders one-by-one and tossed it across the room to land on the couch.

Dr Olivia then took the bowl and emptied the contents over his head making sure that every last bit was used. This time it wasn't just his head that got messy as the trifle flowed over his head, down his shirt and pooled in his lap; only his shoes escaped unscathed. The mixture of fruit, cold custard and cream had a cooling effect on his erection, but Peter was unsure whether that was a positive thing or not. However, whatever his feelings, Dr Olivia didn't seem put off by the development.

"I'm sure I can remedy that" the therapist teased.

Peter was completely at her mercy and if truth be told was even starting to enjoy himself. When she selected a chocolate gateau and brought it over towards him, Peter had to stop himself from pleading with her to use it on him. Not that Dr Olivia needed any encouragement as she ground the creamy cake into his face before taking the remnants of it and rubbing them into his hair. Then she returned to the trolley and retrieved the penultimate dessert, a lemon torte.

Rather than smashing the tart into Peter's face or slam dunking it on top of his head, the therapist instead slapped it against his chest before smearing it down over his stomach and into his crotch. What happened next did surprise Peter as whilst Dr Olivia was spreading the torte all over him, she took the opportunity to check on the state of his erection by literally groping his member. Peter wasn't sure if that was entirely appropriate behaviour on her part, but he wasn't about to complain.

Then Dr Olivia really astonished Peter as she took the final item from off the trolley, a cream pie, and stepped over towards him. He expected and in truth welcomed her to take the pie and immediately thrust it into his face, but she didn't. Instead, she took the pie and held it out towards him. Peter was confused as he reached out and carefully took hold of it.

"Hit yourself in the face" the therapist commanded.

Peter looked up at Dr Olivia in disbelief, but he could see the seriousness in her eyes. He then looked down at the cream pie in his hands. Previously he would have been tempted to throw the pie in the therapist's face but instead now he wanted nothing more than to do as instructed. It would seem he had moved on from his initial reluctance to get messy through gradual acceptance and finally to a burning desire to be so humiliated. So, he lifted the pie up into his own face.

By now his erection was full on and he wanted nothing more than to be able to relief himself. But unfortunately, at that second Dr Olivia's alarm clock sounded and she brought the session to an immediate end. Peter was stunned and unsure what to do next as I slowly stood up. It didn't help that his clothes were covered in mess, and he looked like a walking advert for a french patisserie. He tried to gather what little dignity he could and slowly made his way out of therapist's office.

"See you next week for another treatment" Dr Olivia said.

The end.