The 4th episode of my 'Lady Caroline' stories.

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Lady Caroline Stories: Episode 4

LADY CAROLINE LEARNS A THING OR TWO.


Lady Caroline Walker may not be the smartest cookie on the street, but she is no fool. After all (much to everyone's surprise) she has proved herself to be a popular and effective journalist. Her gossip column is one of the most read sections of the paper for which she works.

Thus it was, that after having been sent on two assignments - both of which ended with her being smothered in food, her clothes ruined, and her self-pride totally humiliated she began to smell a rat. There was something not quite right about what had been happening to her. She therefore decided to carry out a bit of research into incidents that resulted in people getting covered in food. She spent some time on the Internet looking for any relevant links. It didn't take her long to discover that there exist many websites devoted to what most call 'wet and messy' activities.

Delving deeper, she found a whole sub-culture of men and women who seem to enjoy being publicly humiliated by being dumped, fully clothed, in tanks of water; being drenched in slime; or taking part in food fights. Caroline began to wonder whether her Editor was aware of this sub-culture and was deliberately sending her on assignments in order that she might experience such activities for herself and, by reporting them in her column, encourage others to experiment themselves. She decided to try and learn a bit more.

Accordingly she refined her Internet search to focus on people who offered such services to the paying public. Her suspicions that she was being set up were strengthened when she found both the restaurant in Sussex and the beauty parlour in Leicestershire where she had been sent on assignment, were listed as establishments that catered for those who participated in wet and messy activities.

Caroline sat back and reflected on what she had learned during the last few hours. It seemed likely that her Editor had set her up, and she was determined to get her own back on him. But to do this she would need to meet and talk with a 'sploshing professional' and learn more about what goes on in this world. She did not want to be further humiliated by having to revisit either 'William the Waiter' or 'Candy the Sweet Girl'. So she scrolled further down her search results until one site caught her eye. 'Susie Splosh' had a website that offered 'exotic culinary experiences'. Whilst the site gave no specific address, it did say that Susie was based in Essex only a few miles away from where Caroline lived.

On a whim Caroline rang Susie's contact phone number. After a few seconds a bright, female voice came on the phone; "Susie here, can I help you?" "Is that 'Susie Splosh'?" Caroline responded cautiously. "Oh, so you've seen my website" Susie answered with a giggle. "Yes I have" Caroline replied. "Actually I'm a journalist but don't ring off until you heard what I have to say." (Caroline had decided that there was no point in trying to deceive Susie. If she was going to learn more about the world of 'wet and messy' she needed Susie's cooperation.

Caroline went on to explain the reason for her phone call. "So you see" she concluded finally, "I have been soaked and slimed outrageously without having any idea why. I'm not saying I didn't enjoy it; I was surprised how horny it made me feel actually. But I don't like being imposed upon and am determined to get my own back. To do that I need to understand more about what is involved in sploshing and I hope you will be able to help me. I'm willing to pay for your time, of course."

There was a brief pause whilst Susie clearly gave consideration to what Caroline was asking. "I'd be happy to help," she said at last. "It sounds as though you have been cruelly put upon and it behoves us women to stand together against manipulative men. Are you free to come and see me on Wednesday morning? I have just had a client cancel a session, so could fit you in then." Caroline confirmed she could indeed make Wednesday so the two women agreed a 'consultation fee' and Susie gave Caroline her business address. "Usually I don't give out my address until the punter has sent me a deposit" she confessed, "but I feel I can trust you." Caroline felt quite flattered and promised she would bring the agreed fee with her in cash.

On the Saturday, before her appointment with Susie, Caroline went out shopping. Although she hoped her time with Susie would be spent in conversation, she was canny enough to recognise there was at least the minor prospect that she might get mucky. Having already ruined two expensive outfits on her previous assignments, she had no desire to lose yet another set of clothes! She went to a couple of Dress Agency shops she knew. Here she knew she would be able to get a smart outfit for a fraction of the price a new one would cost. Caroline's luck was definitely in, as she soon found a smart dress and jacket in cream with a bold floral design. The dress was figure hugging with a scoop neckline that revealed an enticing glimpse of cleavage. Caroline also managed to locate a pair of cream heels that matched perfectly. "If I wear a set of my older underwear on Wednesday" she thought, "I'm not going to come to too much harm even if a bit of mess does get sprayed around!"

The following Wednesday Caroline drove out to the town in Essex; Susie's business premises were located in a small workshop just off the High Street. The sign above the door read 'Catering Services'. Caroline rang the bell and a petit blonde woman answered. "You must be Caroline" she said with a smile. "Welcome; do come in." Caroline entered. The room she came into was just an ordinary office. "As it happens I do run a catering supplies company" Susie explained "and most customers never get further than this room. However, just come with me" and she led Caroline through a door; down a short passageway; and into a large, well lit room. Various items of furniture were placed around the walls. "My 'special' clients often have a scenario in their heads that they want to act out" she explained, "so it helps to have the necessary props to hand."

Susie offered Caroline a cup of coffee and, having made this, the two women sat in plastic covered armchairs either side of a small table. Susie was dressed in a crisp white blouse with a thin pink stripe running through the material, a plain grey skirt and smoky nylons. Her black patent shoes looked new and their five-inch heel gave Susie stature. She needed this because, in their stocking feet, Caroline would have stood at least six inches taller than Susie.

Caroline smiled inwardly; "This looks just like a conventional meeting between two business women" she thought, "no one looking on would ever guess we are about to discuss wet and messy fetishes!"

"Now, how exactly can I help you?" Susie asked as they sipped their coffee. Caroline filled in more details of what had happened to her on her previous two assignments and the surprise she had felt about the apparent popularity of 'wet and messy' following her Internet research. "My reasons for coming to you are two-fold," she explained. "Firstly I think there could be a fascinating article waiting to be written about this community, and secondly, on a more personal level, I want to find a way of getting my own back on my slime-ball of an Editor. I am sure he set me up deliberately!"

"I'm sure I can help you with both those objectives" Susie replied. "However, you will have to give me your absolute assurance that you will alter any names or locations so that there is no chance of what you write being traced back to me or any of my clients." Caroline was a bit disappointed at this as she had hoped the prospect of free publicity might have appealed to Susie's business sense. She had little choice however, other than to give the assurances required.

Susie then started talking about the services she offered (strictly non-sexual) and the sort of clients who came to her. Caroline's jaw dropped as she heard about the many different ways of getting wet and/or messy that people enjoyed. Different foods, water, mud, paint, slimes alone and in combination were all commonly employed. And it wasn't just men who indulged in this pastime; women did as well. "To be fair" Susie explained "many of the girls are glamour models who do 'wet and messy' because it pays well. That doesn't stop them enjoying the experience however, and they have the benefit of having someone else pay!" She went on to explain that whilst some clients liked to mess the girls up whilst remaining clean themselves, the majority wanted it to be a two way process. "Some like to wearing bathing suits, others want to be fully dressed," Susie continued "nearly everyone has their own particular 'kink' that makes each occasion unique.

The conversation then roamed far and wide and, to be fair to Susie, she didn't try to duck any of Caroline's probing questions. Time passed quickly and when Caroline paused to take a sip of her coffee she discovered it had gone cold. "Oh I am sorry" said Susie apologetically; "I'll make us a fresh cup if you like." "No, I'm fine, I've had enough" Caroline replied. Susie picked up the cups and made to take them away. "Seems a shame to waste these" she said thoughtfully and promptly threw two half-cups of cold coffee in Caroline's face. Time seemed to freeze as Caroline held her breath in shock and watched the dark liquid drip down her chin and soak into the material of her dress. "Just as well I decided to dress cheaply," she thought. "I doubt I'll get this stain out of the fabric."

"Well you never expected to learn all the tricks of my trade from theory, did you?" Susie enquired, grinning. "There is no substitute for experiencing the practical side of things." Caroline shook her head ruefully; "I did rather anticipate something like this might happen" she said "so I have brought a change of clothes with me. I have no intention of travelling home soaking wet in the back of a fish van as I had to the first time I encountered messy play!" "Good" responded Susie gleefully, "now I can give you the full works!"

Caroline got to her feet. "Where do you want to start then?" she enquired, sadly eying her already soiled dress, knowing that it could only get worse from here on. Susie grinned as she opened a cupboard door and drew forth a large trolley laden with jars, cartons, tins, pies, cakes and other assorted foodstuffs. "I think we will start with this" she said, picking up a cream laden fruit tart. "Lift the back of your skirt and turn away from me please," she instructed. Demurely Caroline did as she was asked and stood there, her round little bottom revealed and her modesty preserved only by skimpy knickers and sheer tights. She shivered with anticipation as Susie pulled out the waistband of her tights and knickers and slowly slid the tart inside. "OK, you can let your skirt down now" Susie told her. Already squirming at the sensation of the sticky fruit and cream in her underwear, Caroline squeaked with surprise when Susie gave her a sharp slap on the rump thereby breaking the pastry case and spreading the contents further across her bottom.

"Please sit here" was Susie's next instruction, indication a high, straight-backed stool. Gingerly Caroline sat. She gasped as the contents of her knickers were squeezed into evermore-intimate parts of her anatomy. In spite of herself, she could resist wriggling her bottom on the stool; she could feel herself becoming aroused. Susie smirked quietly as she observed Caroline's behaviour. "Oh, we have a natural here" she thought to herself.

"I like to try and keep the outside of your clothes clean for as long as possible" Susie explained. "It seems to increase the sense of anticipation. So what we will try now is a little 'eggy cleavage'. Caroline didn't have to wait long to discover what Susie meant by this. Taking a carton of eggs, Susie cracked them one at a time and dropped the contents down the inside of Caroline's dress. She could feel the slimy eggs trickling between her breasts and over her tummy. When half a dozen eggs had been inserted into her clothing, Suzie asked Caroline to stand up. As she did so Suzie pressed her hands on Caroline's tummy, making sure the yokes were broken. Caroline stood, watching the yellow slime seep out from the hem of her dress, down her stockings and plop messily onto her lovely cream shoes. "I think we might do something with those shoes now" announced Susie. "Please slip them off." Caroline did as she was told and watched helplessly as Susie proceeded to fill one with treacle and the other with strawberry jam. She then slid her feet back into her shoes. The fillings oozed out. Susie knelt and spread the mess up Caroline's calves. "You are starting to look the part," she said admiringly.

Susie thought again; "'Baked Bean Surprise' next I think" she aid. "Can you pass me your handbag?" Caroline handed it over. The bag she had brought with her was a small cream one made of imitation leather. I wasn't a good bag Caroline had been to leery to risk using one of her designer label ones and contained only a packet of tissues, a lipstick, and her office mobile phone. "Thank you" said Susie as she proceeded to empty three cans of baked beans into it. The bag bulged ominously. She handed it back to Caroline. "Don't worry," she said, seeing Caroline's anxious expression. "I'm sure everything inside will be fine. Just take a look." Not believing her, Caroline bent over and peered into the brimming bag. At that moment Susie clapped both sides of the bag firmly between her hands. A fountain of baked beans erupted into Caroline's face before running down and forming an orange pool in the lap of her dress. "Surprise, surprise!" cried Susie delightedly. Caroline's face broke into a resigned grin; she had really fallen for that old gag.

"Here is another favourite trick of mine" Susie continued. "If you have sufficient self will you can avoid getting even messier, but if not..well, on your own head be it!" This sounded rather mysterious and Caroline wondered what Susie had in store for her now. She didn't have long to wait to find out. Susie picked up a large tub of soft margarine and, taking a large handful, rubbed into Caroline's, still unsullied, hair. "Urgh that is horrible" squealed Caroline. "How will I get all that grease out of my hair?" "Too late to worry about that now", Susie continued rubbing in yet more margarine until Caroline's hair was thickly coated. She then gathered up Caroline's long tresses and worked them into an 'up-do', coiling strands round until she had produced a sort of nest. She had set up a mirror in front off Caroline so that she could see what was going on. When the 'nest' was complete, Susie took a carton of custard and filled it to the brim. "Now, if you can keep your head still you will come to no harm, but any movement and you will be in for it. After all I did warn you 'on your own head be it'!" This was so silly; Caroline started to giggle. Immediately custard slopped out and trickled down her ear. She tried desperately to stay rigid and still but to no avail. Gradually the giggles started again and eventually Caroline gave up the struggle; threw her head back and laughed long and hard as the custard cascaded down her back.

"I'm glad you are enjoying the experience", Susie said, joining in the laughter as she picked up a large custard pie and smashed it in Caroline's face. Wiping her eyes clear of cream, Caroline remarked; "I must look an absolute sight!" "Not at all" responded Susie, "I think you look lovely. Anyway, it is probably about time you practiced some to the techniques I have just taught you, so try them out on me." This was an invitation Caroline had no intention of refusing. "Would it be alright if I tried a few variations of my own?" she enquired, "only it seems a bit boring just to repeat what you have subjected me to. I assure you I have every intention of making you just as messy!" "Oh goodie" squealed Susie. "That shows you are fully entering into the spirit of the occasion. I told you I thought you are a 'natural' for this lark!"

Susie took Caroline's place on the stool. "Now do your worst" she encouraged, smiling up at Caroline as she smoothed her skirt and tidied her hair. Caroline looked around at the various receptacles on the trolley. There were lots of different foodstuffs that hadn't been tried yet. She picked up a tin of spaghetti. "Stand up please" she instructed "and lift up your skirt." Susie demurely did as she was asked. Caroline noticed with pleasure that Susie was wearing stockings and a suspender belt rather than tights. The black garters were threaded through a very skimpy pair of nylon briefs and Caroline felt a stir of excitement in her own knickers as she looked at Susie's bush through the sheer material. Pulling out the waistband of the briefs, Caroline emptied the tin of spaghetti slowly into them. Whilst the gusset contained most of the spaghetti, the orange sauce trickled down Susie's legs, staining her smoky grey nylons. Feeling a little bold, Caroline leaned forward and gently massaged the mess further into Susie's crutch. This elicited a moan of pleasure, which reassure Caroline she hadn't overstepped the mark.

Lowering her skirt, Susie sat down again. Caroline next selected a large bowl of chocolate mouse, which she poured over Susie's head. In a few seconds the top half of Susie's body was covered in chocolate and the residue was pooling in the lap of her skirt. "Chocolate always tastes better when combined with cream" Caroline announced and proceeded to decorate Susie's hair with cones of foamy cream dispensed from an aerosol can. A carton of bright yellow custard added a complementary shade to the coating as Caroline dribbled it over Susie's shoulders and back. "I really can't resist this" Caroline said as she smashed a custard pie in Susie's face. "I know you did it to me, but it is such a classic of slapstick that I just can't resist the temptation!"

With this Caroline paused in her onslaught and collapsed into one of the plastic armchairs. The two women sat there, their clothing totally wrecked and their previously smart hairdos ruined. "What next?" asked Caroline eagerly? "Well lets get rid of a bit of this first", replied Susie, rising and picking up a hosepipe attached to a tap on the wall. Turning on the tap, she proceeded to hose Caroline down. As her clothes became soaked the food with which they were coated was, to some extent, washed away. Caroline observed that her fear that her dress would be irrevocably stained had become true. When she was reasonably free of mess, Caroline took over the hose and carried out a similar cleansing service for Susie.

"This is where we go for total wipe-out" Susie giggled. "Why don't you lie down on that couch?" The couch in question had a low backrest and, like the armchairs, was upholstered in a plastic material. Caroline lay back and made herself comfortable. "'Total wipe-out'; what is that going to entail" she thought. She soon found out. Susie staggered into view carrying a large decorator's bucket. She upended this over Caroline's head and carried on poring down the length of her body. When she had cleared her eyes, Caroline could she was covered, head to toe in a thick, green, lumpy slime. "Porridge, water, and poster paint" Susie announced with pride; "my own recipe! Roll over and I'll do your back." Caroline complied and she was shortly deluged with a bucket of raspberry coloured gunge. "Take a look at yourself" Susie suggested; "you are a fantastic colour!" Caroline staggered across to the mirror. Her soaked and gunged clothes hung heavy on her. Looking in the mirror, she saw a figure totally covered in coloured slime, her hair hanging in rats-tails either side of her face. "Well you have totally destroyed me this time!" she said, in a resigned tone of voice.

"Now do the same for me" Susie demanded eagerly (she obviously loved her work!) Susie hurriedly took her place on the couch whilst Caroline picked up a bucket. This one was full of blue slime; shortly thereafter a blue-coated Susie had to roll over to receive a yellow bucketful over her back.

The two brightly coloured women stood side by side, giggling at their reflections in the mirror. "Would you object if I did this?" asked Susie, rising on her toes and kissing Caroline on the lips. "Not in the least" replied Caroline, when they finally broke for air, "I had been wondering how to broach the subject myself." She slowly unbuttoned Susie gunge-stained blouse and slipped it off her shoulders, before reaching behind her to unclip her bra. Susie's nipples where dark and hard with excitement; Caroline bent and gently nibbled them. Susie let out a groan of pleasure as she hurriedly ripped off her skirt. "Come on slow-coach," she admonished; "you still have all your clothes on." She helped Caroline divest herself of her jacket and struggle out of the heavy, soaked dress. They stood there in their knickers, hose and shoes. "Looks like you get the savoury course and me the desert" Susie giggled, indicating her spaghetti soaked knickers and Caroline's fruit-pie ones.

The two women fell to the floor in the 'soixante-neuf' position and ripped of each other's panties. (A period of girl-on-girl sex ensured which decorum requires to be quietly skated over!)

Eventually, satiated, the two of them cuddled up, their bodies sticking to each other owing to the variety of foodstuffs with which they were both covered. "Well, this has been a most instructive day" Caroline giggled. "I have certainly learned more that I expected to when I arrived." "I know it's been fun, hasn't it?" replied Susie cuddling closer. "We probably ought to get cleaned up before some of this stuff sets in our hair." There was a spacious bathroom just off the workshop with a large shower cubicle that was ample for the two women to use together. Getting clean turned out to be another arousing experience and took some considerable time!

Having finished showering, Susie and Caroline returned to the main room, where Susie took a set of clean underwear, jumper and jeans from a wardrobe and got dressed. "Bugger" said Caroline, "I've just remembered I left my bag of clean clothes in the boot of my car. I can hardly go and get them dressed only in my skin!" "Don't worry, I'll get them for you" offered Susie. Caroline fished her car keys out of her wrecked, baked bean filled handbag. "I hope this still works" she said, wiping them clean. Susie grinned and vanished off to retrieve Caroline's clothes. The key must have been OK because she shortly returned with the bag of clean clothing.

Caroline quickly got dressed in clean bra and knickers, a green silk blouse, tan trousers, and low-heeled shoes. "Don't even think about it!" she admonished Susie as she caught her giving covetous glances at the remnants of food still on the trolley. "I'll happily give you a return bout sometime, but I really don't want to drive home all messy, and these are the only spare clothes I have with me." "Fair enough" said Susie sadly "but you must promise to come again soon for another visit." "Oh I will" Caroline replied. "I am starting to come up with a few ideas about how I could get my own back on my Editor and I think I might need your help." "Only too happy to oblige" Susie replied. "Just let me know what you want when you have got your ideas sorted out."

And with that Caroline made her fond farewells and departed homewards. "Well I have certainly learned a thing or two today" she mussed as drove away. "Maybe I'll just stop off at a supermarket and pick up a few cartons of custard, some baked beans, and maybe a tin or two of rice pudding for later!"