"WAM is a lifestyle", she said. "Well, I mean getting pied and slimed is a lifestyle. But it's very specific."

I said, "Go on, tell me everything."

She continued, "Well, when I'm at work or just out, the last thing I want is a pie in the face. That would suck. But at home behind closed doors, it's incredible. I want that, and I think about it all of the time. The bedroom has a whole different set of rules.

So, everyday I take charge, run my department, you know. But when I come home I want to be controlled, humiliated, treated like the filthy little pie slut I really am."

I asked, "Ok, so you come in the door after work. What's your fantasy, or your scene?"

She said, "Oh my god. I come in, and you immediately take my clothes off. I don't even stand a chance. And I'm like 'You did not just do that'! But I'm naked. And then out of nowhere you slam a great big gooey pie in my face. I mean, don't kill me with it, you know, but you really let me have it good. And I'm so fucking pied, oh my god. That would be awesome."

"And completely going to happen. Tell me what you like, and what you want so I can plan some wild stuff", I said.

"Oh, well,", she said, "I want you to be completely evil. Do whatever you want, and don't ask permission or apologize. I'm not in control here, you are. And be evil with the pies and the slime, though I prefer pies. I love getting slammed with gooey pies. All sticky and gooey, the better. I need you to not hold back. I want to protest, to say 'oh my god what are you doing, and please no, please don't' but you knwo I really want you to. I just like protesting. And begging. YOu can force me to beg for a pie in the face. I'm great at begging!", She laughed.

I said, "Evil? Oh, I can be really evil. Like a huge, wide pie with caramel and topped with very sticky cream, you know, the stuff that's thick and gooey, somewhere between meringue and whipped cream. Like, almost buttercream but gooey and sticky as fuck!".

"Mmm, that's the idea. The heavier and the stickier, the better. It has to get in my hair, and not let go. I wipe my face and it just won't come off. That kind of evil. Caramel, butterscotch, but mostly thick crazy cream."

I said, "And lots of it. The bigger the pie, the better. If someone is going to get pied, then they should really, really get fucking pied."

She nodded, "Oh god yeah. Relentlessly, too. And if I'm going to get a massive gooey pie in the face, I want it to be a serious 'you are so fucked' pie. The kind that I'm hit with and have to wear around the house because it just sticks like crazy. I need to feel like 'oh my fucking god, I'm so insanely pied, why me?'"

She continued, "On huge fantasy is that we meet, and for some reason I have no idea about, you strip me really quickly, and you tease and taunt me with pies. And I have no idea why. And I beg for you not to hit me with a pie, not to ruin my hair, but I'm naked. And helpless, and I can't escape. And I know deep down that I'm going to get it. I mean, I just know that I can't talk you out of it even though I try and try. And you keep hitting me with pies. In the face, like over and over. And the pie gets all over me. I love it when there's so much pie that it keeps falling on my tits and my tits get covered. And I have no idea what I've done to deserve this, or why you're doing it, but eventually my whole head is coated in sticky, gooey pie, and my hair is wrecked, and my face is buried under layers of whipped cream pies, and my body is totally splattered. And I'm walking around like this, and you keep just taunting and torturing me, telling me I deserve it and your hit me again. Splat! Pie! Finally, I just fall to my knees and admit that I deserve it, that I'm your slut and your pie whore and your sex toy, and I put my arms out and beg you to do what you want with me. And then you just pie me, like, six times, as I'm on my knees, completely exposed, not covering myself at all. I just feel the pies hit me over and over, and I can't see at all."

I was speechless for a minute. She continued,

"And the pies, they're evil! You're evil! You don't explain anything, you just hit me with pie after pie after pie! And the pies are so sticky, and there's thick meringue, and buttercream, and oh my god."

I took all of this in, and then said, "That was incredible. We were made for each other, because that it going to happen."

She laughed, "Oh my god, yes. Promise? Because I'd love that. That's.. yeah."

I said, "And then I'd pick you up and carry you to the shower."

She said, "Hell yes. Love showering together. You know what you can to do me in the shower? You can use shaving cream. Pie the fuck out of me with shaving cream. Don't even ask, just, when I'm in the shower, walk in, make the pies while I watch but can't do anything about it, and then open the door and walk in with a few and just let me fucking have it. I'd be like, 'Oh no, what are you doing? Oh, no no no!", and then, "Oh my god! No, you wouldn't! Oh help, I'm naked and defenseless, and oh god no! Please!". And of course you ignore me and just.. mmph! You know.. just nail me. I mean, lather. Ploof! All over the place. In the end, I can be covered from head to toe. Ungh!"