Glenn was nervous as he waited for the arrival of Kiera. He'd seen her advert on a fetish website and had agonised for weeks about hiring her before finally succumbing. Despite having numerous girlfriends this would actually be the first time that Glenn would be able to explore his messy fetish with another person. And she was late.

He began to wonder if she'd turn up. Maybe she'd had to cancel or maybe she'd never intended to come, and the advert had all be a con; Glenn berated himself for agreeing to forward her the fee beforehand. And then there came a knock on the front door.

Glenn rushed to the hallway and opened the door to reveal an attractive woman carrying a large shoulder bag standing before him. He welcomed her into the house and put her bag in the spare room before escorting her to the conservatory where he'd planned for their encounter. The blinds were closed, the floor covered with a plastic sheet and the room was bare except for a long trestle table and a white plastic chair.

"Do you want to take a seat whilst I finish the preparations?" Glenn asked.

"No, I'll help out" Kiera responded.

So, Glenn found himself in the unusual situation of unloading his fridge alongside the woman he would shortly be decorating with all the foodstuffs. There were various pies, cakes, and other sweet deserts. He'd even managed to obtain some catering sized cartons of custard and chocolate sauce. All of which was carefully transferred to the conservatory.

Kiera opened the large carton of custard and ladled most of it into six empty flan sponge cases before topping them with heaping of fresh whipped cream. Glenn meanwhile filled a couple pastry shells with chocolate sauce intending to use the remainder to pour over Kiera later. His efforts didn't look quite as professional as Kiera's which he put down to her greater culinary skills.

"Time for me to get changed" Kiera said.

As Kiera disappeared, Glenn speculated on what she'd decided to wear. When he'd made the bookings, he hadn't specified her costume other than "something sexy". Perhaps she'd return dressed as a french maid or naughty nurse, or maybe a slutty secretary. All would be fine choices especially if they showed off her cleavage, which he couldn't help but to have noticed in her street clothes.

But he was shocked and surprised when she returned wearing what could only be described as a dominatrix costume: a tight-fitting black longsleeve crop top, matching bikini briefs, fishnet stockings and high heeled boots. Whilst Glenn realised it was certainly sexy, it didn't really fit with his image of a woman about to be trashed.

"Are you okay getting that costume messy?" Glenn queried.

"Who said I'm going to get messy, silly boy!" Kiera answered.

And with that Kiera pushed Glenn backwards until his legs encountered the plastic chair and he was forced to sit upon it. Next Kiera took out four plastic ties and in quick secured Glenn's arms and legs to the chair. Then she took out a pair of scissors and cut off Glenn's outer clothing, a t-shirt, and joggers, to leave him sitting there in just in underpants.

As Glenn tried in vain to free himself, he began to worry about the predicament he found himself in. Other than exchanging a few email messages he didn't know Kiera and for all he knew she was going to rob his house whilst he was bound and helpless. But he needn't have concerned himself on that score as Kiera immediately went over to the trestle table to select her first item.

"This isn't what I paid for" Glenn pleaded.

Kiera turned around having selected one of the custards and cream topped flans she'd made earlier. She then slowly sauntered over to Glenn and positioned the flan before him whilst with her other hand she gave his shoulder a reassuming rub. Then with a mocking grin she leaned over and whispered into his ear.

"It might not be what you paid for, but it's what you secretly desire" she stated.

Then without further warning, Kiera slapped the flan she was holding straight into Glenn's face. He was taken aback not only by the shock of the act but the coldness of the cream and custard. Before he could recover from Kiera's opening strike, she delivered another flan to his face although this time she took the opportunity to ground it all over his head.

Kiera then reequipped herself with a third dessert; this time one of the chocolate pies that Glenn had made. She again thrust this one directly into Glenn's face and he was surprised to discover its heaviness compared to the cream and custard. He could only imagine what he looked like thanks to Kiera's treatment and wanted out.

"Well, I think I've had my money's worth" Glenn ventured.

"I wouldn't want to short-change you" Kiera countered.

She picked up two of the flans and sandwiched Glenn's head between them before rubbing them all over his head. As she did so part of one of the flan cases broke off and dropped into his lap. As the wet cream began to soak into his pants Glenn realised that he was starting to get turned on by the situation and only hoped that Kiera didn't notice.

Next up Kiera carried over a large bowl of trifle towards Glenn. He had intended to repeatedly dunk her head into the messy dessert but instead she simply upturned it over him. In addition to the cream and custard, fruit compote rained down all over his head and shoulders. He tried to clear some of the mess from his face but of course he couldn't as arms were restrained.

"Now, where should I put this?" Kiera asked rhetorically.

Glenn looked over at Kiera and saw a knowing smile playing upon her lips. She flicked her eyes downwards and he couldn't help but follow her gaze to see the obvious bulge in his underwear. Kiera took the second chocolate pie and gradually brought it closer and closer to Glenn's crotch as he watched with his head bowed. Then suddenly she lifted the pie directly up into his astonished face.

Whilst Glenn was blinded by the pie, Kiera fetched the penultimate flan and thrust it straight into his crotch. Then rather than releasing hold of the flan case, she continued to grind it against his most sensitive of areas. Thanks to Kiera's tender motions, the semi in Glenn's pants was soon transformed into a full erection.

"I see you're enjoying yourself now?" Kiera taunted.

"I... err... I" Glenn struggled to respond.

Kiera stopped her ministrations and picked up the remnants of the carton of custard which she proceeded to pour over Glenn's head. She immediately followed this up by picking up the much fuller carton of chocolate sauce and repeated her previous action; totally covering Glenn in the brown silky liquid.

She then took up the final flan and turned her attention back to Glenn's crotch. With one hand she held the flan near his face and with the other hand she began to stroke his cock through his flimsy underwear. And it didn't take long before Glenn embarrassingly ejaculated into his own pants; whereupon Kiera smashed the custard and cream flan into his face.

"I hope that was worth the money" Keira said.

Kiera cut the binding securing Glenn's right wrist to the chair and pressed the pair of scissors into his hand. She then walked off to get changed into her normal clothes whilst he freed himself from the chair and cleaned himself up a little. By the time he'd finished she had departed leaving Glenn to tidy up alone.

* * *

Despite the happy ending, Glenn swore to himself he'd never hire Kiera or another model for a messy session again. However, a month later he found himself alongside her decorating some cream pies and in no doubt who'd be wearing them shortly.

The End.