A friend of mine on FetLife wanted me to tell them, in detail, what I would do to her if we did a scene together.

So over the course of several messages, I told her this story.

She has never wammed or sploshed, but has degradation and humiliation as her kinks.

The scene is a local bathhouse that I play in, Aquarius (AQ) which has a gym-locker-style shower area large enough for several people.

We arrive at AQ and head to one of the downstairs rooms for you to change into your outfit for the scene - a very skimply, very thin pink lace set of panties and a matching bra.

It's a bit of a walk from our room to the shower, and several sets of eyes ogle you as I, your Sir for the evening, walk you by. The bra is sheer enough for them to clearly see your nipples. You know that this will be the first of many embarassments to come this evening.

You get to the shower room to find that the floor is mostly tarped, with gym mats under the tarps, so you know you'll be spending time on the floor. But that's not things get started, as Sir puts a short stool in the middle of the tarp, while 4 onlookers stand in the doorway, curious to see what's going on. These men, like Sir are dressed only in towels and it dawns on you that they must be in on how the scene is about to go down, as one of them hands Sir a box.

Sir takes a small sheet cake out of the box and sets it on the stool. It has bright white icing with pink letters that read "Piggie's Humiliation".

Sir barks his first of many orders for today's scene, "Okay, piggie. It's time to sit your ass on that cake."

A laugh spreads through the onlookers as they get amused by your predicament. You do as you are told and carefully stradle the stool.
"Do it SLOWLY" Sir orders, and you slowly lower your ass into the icing, crushing the cake underneath. You can feel it squish out between your thighs.
You are ordered to grind your ass around in the cake. You can slowly feel it seeping up inside the lace panties. I can sense your discomfort and decide to make it even worse. I order you to stand up, bend over and slowly pull the panties down to your ankles, as big chunks of cake and icing streak down your legs and splatter on your feet. Then, to your shock - I order you to sit right back down into the cake goo with your naked ass. You squeal as the cool icing squishes into your most intimate crevices.

"I'll bet you were thinking that you would get to eat that cake, rather than be ordered to sit in it. Well we wouldn't want our little piggy to be disappointed, so we have lots more deserts for her. I think we'll feed her a nice chocolate cream pie.:

So you open your mouth and close your eyes expecting to be fed a big bite of cake...
and SPLAT!!

You just had a big, gooey, chocolate cream pie thrown into your face while all of our spectators howl with laughter. All you can do is sit in shock, face engulfed in cream, big chunks of crust dropping into your cleavage.

After swallowing some of the pie that got into your open mouth, you ask me if you can wipe the pie goo away from your eyes so you can see. I say, yes you may. You clear your eyes just long enough to see me toss the next pie right into your kisser.
SPLATTT! - this time a banana cream pie explodes across your face. Even more pie goo and cream slowly runs down your chest and is starting to accumulate at the top of your bra.
"Do you know why you got that pie?" I ask. "Because you forgot to say 'may I wipe the pie from my eyes, SIR' - piggie forgets her manners and gets another pie in the face. Is that clear?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good. You may wipe off your face in a minute.. There is something we need to do first. Put your hands on the top of your head"
Still unable to see through all the mess on your face, you put your hands on your head and can hear me creep behind you. You can feel me unhook the clasps of your bra. The cool air suddenly hits your nipples, suddenly exposed for all to see.
"Now you can wipe the pie off your face... and down on to your tits."
You do as you are told, slowly slathering the cool cream and filling all over your massive tits. The cold of the desert stiffens your nipples as you await your next fate.

So here you are, completely naked, sitting in the crushed up remains of a birthday cake on a short stool in the middle of the downstairs shower at AQ. You have tried to use your hands to scrape as much of the cream and crust of two pies from your face onto your breasts as possible, but as you slowly rub the cool goo around your hard nipples you realize that your face is still so messy that you can barely be recognized. Maybe that's for the best hopefully none of the onlookers cackling loudly at your predicament will say, "Hey, that's Trixie from that last munch we went to!" Then again, it's a little exciting to think that someone you know is getting turned on by your humiliation.

Your tormentor isn't done with you yet.
"I don't think your udders are quite messy enough for my liking."
You see him reach around you from behind and slap two pies onto your chest. One on each boob. These pies are stickier, heavier. You remember noticing a couple of cans of marshmallow fluff in the crate of ingredients for tonight's scene before things got started. This must be when he used them.
"Stand up and turn around - slowly" he orders. "Leave the pie tins where they are." Everyone watching laughs at the pie-tin bra you're being forced to model. Once you have made a complete 360 spin, he rubs the contents of the tins down from your tits, over your belly and down to .. oh no you gasp as the fluff slowly engulfs your shaved crotch.
"Now bend over and rub your tits into what's left of the cake". It's a low stool, so it takes some effort to get your breasts to swing low enough to swirl around in what's left of the icing, but you try to do your best to please Sir. Then it dawns on you what an intimate view of your ass the voyeurs in the crowd are getting now as you bend helplessly over the stool.


"Reach your hands behind your back"
Now your full weight of your upper torso is resting on your tits, still squished into the remains of the sheet cake on the stool. It's all you can do to remain balanced enough to not fall over.
"Move your hands down over your ass and spread your cheeks. We want to see your little piggie bum hole."
Despite all the cake and pie cream, this is by far the most humiliating request so far. But you do as you are told and expose your cake-covered hole to the appreciative crowd.You wonder how much longer you'll have to hold this gaping pose.
Suddenly you hear and feel and unexpected SPLAT as another cream pie explodes into your ass and across your buttocks. The shock and surprise almost makes you lose your balance and you throw your arms out to steady yourself, snapping your butt cheeks back with an audible clap.
"Your little butt hole made such a nice bulls-eye target. I just had to throw another pie."
Sir removes the stool from the scene.
"Now it's time to get on your knees with your hands behind your back."
You obey the command and ready yourself for what's to come.
You see Sir holding a big, whipped cream-topped pie. Just as you are wondering what flavour it is and where it's going to hit you, you notice that several of the faces in the crowd have moved in closer to the scene. And they're holding pies too. Oh no.
Sir shouts, "Ready! Aim! Fire!"


It's all you can do to stay upright on your knees, as pie after pie splatters all over your face and naked, shivering body. It feels like most of them are aiming for your face, but One just glances off the top of your head, another hits you right between the tits. You lose count at 20. It's hard to breathe as the whipped cream, chocolate, and banana cream goo builds up on your face and head. It's getting almost impossible to resist the urge to take your hands from behind your back and wipe off your face, but you know that's just not your decision.
You're just waiting while Sir and his pie-throwers amire their handiwork, glad that the worst of it is over. Or is it?
"We want you to see what's coming next, piggie. You may use your hands to wipe your eyes, then return them to behind your back."
Your face is so caked in goo that it takes some effort, but you manage to clear away enough to open both eyes.
Sir is standing in front of you. His hard cock is a clear sign that he's loving every moment of your humiliation. He has a bottle of cheap champagne in his hand. For a brief second you imagine that you might be getting a celebratory drink for a job well done. Then you notice that it's already open and he has his thumb covering the opening.
Right about then, you notice that 4 of his onlookers, two to his left and two to his right are doing the same thing, but they have 2 litre bottles of Coke, Root Beer, Cream Soda, and Orange Crush.
You can't help but let out a small giggle when they all start to move their arms up and down, partly from the slight of 5 cocks bouncing and jiggling as they shake their bottles, and partly because you just realized where this is going.
"I think piggie needs a rinse off" Sir says. You close your eye just in the nick of time as what feels like fire-hoses of fizz hit your messy face and tits.

"You need to help us clean you off, pie slut. Use your hands to help wipe off the pie!"
You do as ordered and wipe the cream and crust down to the tarp around your knees while wave after wave of sticky cool liquid fizz washes over you.
It's nice to be out from under all the desert slop, but now you realize that you are completely naked and exposed as the firing squad runs out of fizzy ammunition. The soda has you so sticky that you wonder if you'll be able to get your knees off the tarp or if you'll be stuck like a bug on fly paper.

You also wonder if your spectators are touching their cocks while they stare at your wet, bare bosom. You try to open your eyes for a peek, but the sting of the champagne prevents it.

Maybe this was the big finale and your humiliating, degrading evening is coming to an end, you start to think, until you hear Sir and his 4 minions getting closer. Now, what?

Then you feel it hit you - 5 streams of wet, heavy sticky liquid, from 5 different directions. They all seem to be aiming at the top of your head so it can slowly ooze over your face and drip down onto your shoulders, back and tits. The smell is unmistakable - you are being covered in chocolate syrup.

The pies and soda must have been closer to room temperature - they were cool - but this syrup is absolutely freezing and it makes you absolutely gasp.

That's when the most unexpecting thing of the whole scene so far happens..

Your "GASP" causes you to involuntarily open your mouth in a big wide "O" and before you even know what's happening, a hard cock gets shoved into your mouth all the way to the back of your throat!

Before you can even process what's happening, strong hands grab you by the back of the head and the shaft in your mouth starts forcefully thrusting in and out. Is this Sir? The chocolate syrup continually oozing over your face has made any hope of opening your eyes futile. All you know is that someone is giving you a good face-fucking.

Just as you are about to run out of air, he pulls out, and Sir reveals that he is indeed the mystery cock penetrating your mouth and throat. "Piggie, you got some chocolate on my balls, I'm going to need you to clean that up."
The river of chocolate that was cascading over your head has subsided, and you duitfully stick out your tongue as Sir lowers his testes gently onto it. You begin to lick, then take his entire scrotum into your mouth, letting your tongue swirl around each side.

You feel hand, more than one pair start to rub and caress your breasts through the chocolate. Pinching at your nipples and tracing rings around your areolas. Sir's accomplises in this scene obviously didn't back away after gunging you in the chocolate. You can't help but let out a small moan. The scene has suddenly shifted from being exciting in it's perverted humiliation to sensual as you bask in the joy of having a mouth full of Sir while you receive a thorough, if slimy massage.

"Does Piggie like the attention? All these hands on her tits?" Sir asks, his voice lowering to a softer, more tender tone. "Boys, I think she's ready"
Gently, two sets of hands reach under your arms and help lift you up off your knees, out of the pool of sticky, slimy foodstuffs underneath you. You can hear them set the stool back behind your legs as two more sets of hands caress your buttocks, then support them as the hands under your arms slowly start setting you down.

You feel Sir's hand slide down between the front of your legs until he has his fingers spreading open your lips. Something cool and slippery bumps up against your clit. It registers that you are slowly being lowered onto a very slippery dildo, as you feel it slide against the walls of your pussy. Just as your buttocks reach the stool, it begins to vibrate.

You let out a louder, deeper moan. Something rubs against your face, your lips. Sir's cock is back for more and you lunge forward, taking it all the way to the back of your throat, then back to just the head. The vibrations get stronger. The hands are back pinching your nipples harder. So many sensations it's almost unbearable.

Finally something lands on your face that isn't slimy, sticky, or gooey. It's a towel. One of Sir's helpers starts gently cleaning the chocolate from your face and around your eyes. You let out a satisfied sigh - the punishment phase of the scene must be over. This must be your reward. You decide to show your appreciation to Sir by redoubling your efforts to suck his cock more expertly than you ever have before. The thought that you are going to give him the best orgasm he has ever had, plus the relentless vibrations of the toy you're sitting on triggers you to squeal as the wave of your orgasm washes over you.

Sir poletly pulls out of your mouth to let you finish coming. The toweling off of your face had been completed, but you scrunch your eye closed even harder and yell out as the sensation of your orgasm momentarily freezes the rest of your body.

Finally you open your mouth and eyes at the same time, looking to give Sir the finish he so richly deserves. You are shocked to see that the angry cock inches from your mouth does not belong to Sir! Out of the corner of your eye you see Sir off to the side, holding the towel. Sir must have switched out before you were sat onto the vibrator.

"Next" Sir calls out, as the throbbing member in front of your eyes moves away and a new one moves into it's place. You look up past the cock into his smiling, handsome, put completely unknown face. Now your mouth is agape in surprise.

"You always wanted to be the centre of a blow-bang" Sir whispers into your ear. "Here's your chance." Sir grabs the back of your head and guides your mouth onto a stranger's pre-cum dripping, hard cock. You start sucking and licking for all you are worth, as the shock and surprise turns to delight that Sir has flipped the scene from his fantasy to yours.

Now the vibrating dildo in your pussy is almost a distraction, as you steel your focus. You are determined that unlike the last two cocks in your mouth, this one was going to explode down your throat. It just won't be a blow-bang without swallowing some nice, thick loads!

But just as you feel the muscles of the throbbing member thrusting in and out of your mouth start to stiffen, he pulls out as Sir, again hollers, "Next!" As the man belonging to the cock you were just sucking moves back, you see the previous customer finishing himself off by hand, while he's holding something in his other hand. You only catch a glimpse of it as the next torso moves into your field of vision and the next cock slides into your waiting mouth, but then it registers - he was jerking off onto a pie.

The sudden realization that your degradation in this scene isn't over, doesn't deter you from your mission, as you lock into eye contact with your next partner and resolve yourself to give him the best fucking head he's ever had. You're going to make him regret that he agreed to Sir's weird, come-on-the-pie game and wish that he was coming in your mouth as the good lord intended. But to your shagrin, he seems as bound and dutiful to play Sir's perverted game as you are and once again, he pulls out and starts jerking.

One more to go, your last cock is attached to a lovely young man who's eyes look even more excited to be getting head than the last three. He seems to pull out of your mouth faster than the others, this scene must be in his kink wheelhouse too, as he barely gets the tip of the head clear of your lips and just gets his pie handed to him in time to explode all over it. Wow, what a shame that load isn't in your mouth, you think to yourself - it was huge!

The 4 men set down their pies and lift you up off the stool. The vibrator starts to slide out as your ass pulls off the seat, but you feel Sir shove it back in. It suddenly starts vibrating even harder.

"Back to your hands and knees, Piggie - and get your ass up nice and high" Sir orders. His minions help set you down then back away and once again you are anally exposed for all to see - this time with a vibrator deep in your cunt. Sir, has gotton down on his knees behind you and you feel the head of his cock press against your anus. Slowly, it enters you.

"I thought we'd end the scene by giving Piggie a good ass-fucking." Sir says, as he starts slowly thrusting deeper and deeper into your ass. The combination of his cock up one hole and the vibrator in the other is too much to handle for long as you quickly reach orgasm. The quickening pace of Sir's thrusts and your moans is the cue for the 4 helpers to pick up their pies and kneel down in front of you.

Just as you open your mouth to scream, SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! One after the other, each of the 4 come-covered chocolate cream pies get slammed into your face. Just as the tin of the last pie drops to the floor, you feel Sir's grip on your hips tighten and he groans as you feel his come rocket deep up into your tunnel. Sir and his crew get to their feet and you hear them join the onlookers as they start to clap and cheer.

You wipe away the pie from your eyes and look up as the pie mess once again oozes off your face, while the come oozes from your ass at the best standing ovation a Piggie could ever hope for.