It took a lot of courage for you to show Kate the video that set something off inside of you many years ago. You weren't worried about the content per se; after all it was just a flashback to the nineties with some people sitting on stools with cards on their heads making snap decisions, goggles, plastic coverings and a marginally accurate pie-throwing machine. It was silly, and Kate had rolled her eyes and laughed it off before moving on with her day. The reaction had been a little disappointing but you knew you couldn't hold it against her- after all she simply didn't share the experience of discovering an unusual fetish at a young age. She had always been supportive and the messy experiences, while not frequent, backed that up. You did have one fantasy that just couldn't quite articulate though- one of having the card on your forehead, faced with the choice of an unknown instruction or resigning yourself to a messy punishment at the hands of your partner. It was always lurking in the back of your mind- but damn if it was just a little too silly for you to ever get out.

Imagine your surprise this evening to see a particularly unusual set-up in the apartment after getting home from work. Kate had told you to grab dinner for yourself before coming home, which you had found odd, but you weren't quite prepared for this. Where the dining room table normally sat there were two chairs, facing each other. Kate was seated in one wearing a black slip and black thigh highs. It was your favorite of hers- and you had always made that abundantly clear.

"Have a seat" she said, gesturing to the chair across from her.

With a rapidly increasing heart rate I took a step as directed before being stopped in my tracks by the next instruction.

"Lose the pants."

While my racing brain briefly forgot how to make my hands unbuckle my belt I failed to notice Kate getting up from her chair and walking over to the counter to grab something. By the time I had managed to actually lose my pants she was sitting back down. Taking another step towards my chair I now noticed it had a new occupant- a pie. My eyes darted towards Kate and as we met she bit her lip and nodded.

"Take those off too." she said, motioning to my underwear. I looked over at the counter and observed five big whipped cream pies, seemingly filled with something to help them achieve a genuinely impressive height, and topped with what appeared to be just enough chocolate syrup to add a little extra humiliation to the unfortunate recipient. There also appears to be a bowl but you can't tell if there's anything in it.

Now naked from the waist down you can't help but feel exposed and embarrassed. "Kate I don't know if I want to do all this..." You kind of laugh as you trail off, looking down at the evidence between your legs that suggests that you absolutely want to do this.

"Sit" she responded.

"Are you sure? I know this isn't really your thing"

"SIT" she repeated, in a voice that betrayed none of the occasional agitation that comes from marrying someone with heavily unresolved feelings about their fetish.

Convinced, you take a deep breath and move towards your chair. As you sit down you are shocked by the cold sensation that overtakes the lower-half of your body and runs up your spine; cream spilling out of the pie tin and what feels like pudding coating your assdeeper; breaking through the crust and reaching the metal tin.

Kate's laughing to herself at your plight and while you expect this is the part of the program that she comes over and hits you with those five remaining pies and eventually mounts you while holding the bucket over both your heads(as she has done before) she seems to have something else in mind. You hadn't noticed previously but there's a pair of goggles, a plastic covering of some sort, and two index cards.

"Wait wh-what are you doing..." I stammer nervously.

"Oh I read that dirty story you wrote. You left it up on your laptop. I never pegged you to be a smut writer." As she picks up the aforementioned items and walks over to you she says "It wasn't THAT good..."

You can't see your own face but judging by the temperature you imagine it is a bright shade of red as you struggle to meet Kate's eyes. The embarrassment has now reached an all-time high. You never intended that she see that story- it was just a way to channel some frustration. You're shocked by your own carelessness. What in the world have you gotten into now?

"...but I think I finally get what you want."

Your eyes suddenly feel lighter and as you look up you realize you're looking at radical acceptance. In this moment your own hesitation and fears slowly start to slide away.

While that feeling is nice it doesn't last that long as you suddenly have a pink index card affixed to your forehead, blocking about 40% of your vision. You can see that Kate has taken a seat across from you, with a card stuck to her forehead as well. Unsurprisingly, this game feels rigged as hers simply says "Shopping Spree". You smile as you realize that she'll win in the end here, as she always does.

"Welcome to your very own gameshow, baby. Good luck." Kate says smugly.

The cream underneath you has mostly warmed to your body temperature and the effect has worn off a bit. You're starting to yearn for the pies on the counter behind you but you can tell Kate is going to drag this one out a little bit longer.

"Now, ask me if I'd like to opt for the card or take a messy punishment."

"Kate this silly- we both know you're going to take the card. You wrote the card for Christ's sake!"

She demurs, almost offended. "Why, I've never seen these cards in my life. I might choose the messy punishment. Ask me!"

You sigh loudly and ask probably the most unnecessary question of your entire marriage to Kate. "Card, or messy punishment?"

"Oh card, definitely." Kate laughs. "I'd never just willingly choose a messy punishment."

Feigning shock, you then nod accordingly as she reveals her totally never-before-seen card to herself and triumphantly lists her plans for the shopping spree, which now seems to be behind this whole thing, honestly. But you're quickly snapped out of mentally checking your bank account by Kate asking you if you'd like to take your card or a messy punishment. While you are absolutely certain your card is a messy punishment you figure the charade has gone on long enough and you blurt out "messy punishment" just as Kate finishes. Oddly enough she seems taken aback by your answer but recovers quickly enough to ask if you want to see your card.

"Not really" you shrug, as you know it was coming your way all along. However, Kate removes it from your forehead and flips it around to reveal...

"Kate gets it"

Your jaw drops but Kate doesn't miss a beat and before you know if she's draped your upper body with the plastic covering, with just a cutout for your head and affixed the goggles around your eyes.

"You tricked me!" you exclaim, as Kate briefly disappears to retrieve what you assume are all of the pies and the mystery bowl.

"Hey, I would have abided by the card." says Kate, with such satisfaction in her voice it's a little infuriating. You shake your head in disbelief.

With all five pies close at hand Kate sits back down across from you and captures this moment on her phone's camera. You think to yourself those are some pictures that you'll both cherish and cringe at- if Kate lets you have them.

"Now I'll give you a choice- you can take all this mess with this silly get-up on or we can take it off and make this worthwhile."

You briefly weigh the choice, as this compromising and embarrassing situation has indeed checked a deep-seated fantasy but ultimately decide to take the mess sans-protection.

"That's what I thought" said Kate, ripping off the goggles, the plastic, and your shirt while she's at it. "Now tell me how many pies do you want- 1, 2, 3, 4, or 5?"

"Do I actually have a choice?" you ask suspiciously.

"5 it is!" exclaims Kate.

You sort of gasp laugh in response to this but you are fully, almost painfully aroused and the pies follow in short order. Kate teases the first one in her face, then your face, only to slam it directly into your chest. You are shocked by the cold and and breathe through the ensuing sensation of the cream running down your stomach and settling in your lap. She then grabs pie number two, takes a few steps back, and does something you didn't even think she could do- tosses it dead center into your face. The explosion of cream, pudding, and chocolate centered just above your eyes catches you off guard and you let out an exaggerated groan as you begin to cum. "Aw. I thought you might last a LITTLE longer than that." Kate shrugs and walks around behind you, holding two pies on either side of your face. As they smash into the sides of your face you continue to let out a series of smaller groans. Kate makes sure to take this moment to really circle those pies around your face, leaving no part clean. She then proceeds to wipe your eyes as you begin to recover before sitting down across from you and picking up the fifth and final pie.

"Didn't even need this one. What should we do with it?"

Much to your surprise, Kate takes the pie and holds it out in front of herself, staring at you for a particularly suspenseful moment. She then smashes the pie into her own face, eliciting a gasp as the gravity of her own work hits home.

"Mmm. Not bad." She remarks to herself as she wipes the cream out of her eyes and flicks chunks of crust on the floor. "Did you enjoy that?"

"y-yes" you manage to eek out as your post-climax embarrassment begins to rise.

"Well, you didn't flinch but you definitely came early so I think it's time for the crowning glory." she says with the slightest roll of the eyes.

Now you actually let out an audible "oh, no..." It's far too late for that however, and you resign yourself to what's coming next. Kate runs her messy hand across your messy chest as she passes by and when she returns she's carrying the aforementioned bowl, which looks a lot heavier than you earlier clocked it to be.

"Head up!" she says and you have no choice to but to follow her instructions.

It's definitely cake batter, you think to yourself as it hits the top of your forehead and cascades down your face, chest, and stomach. At one point you tilt your head downward and shake it back and forth, signaling that you've had enough but at that moment you feel the flow stop.

"Nuh-uh" Kate says. "Back up"

Again, you have no choice but to listen and you return your head to an upward position to accept the remaining slime until the flow stops. Wiping your eyes, you can't help but be impressed by the authentic color of the topping that has completed your messy punishment.

"Nice" says Kate, scooping the final bit out of the bowl and letting it drip off her hand onto your head. "Now that that's done, it's time for me to tell you all about that shopping spree..." she pauses. "but you should go clean yourself up meet me in bed- you still have some work to do..."

You laugh to yourself, look around and say to no one in particular "yeah, I certainly do."