Imagine someone you find incredibly attractive. Someone to whom you are wildly attracted, and she to you.

Got it? Ok. Here's where we begin!

I set up my camera, and asked her to stand in front of it.

"Yes, sir!", she said, and took her place.

I handed her a beach ball, and said, "Now, hold this over your head."

She took the beach-ball, and said, "Yes, sir!", and held the ball high over her head.

"Don't let it drop!", I said. And once again, she said, "Yes, Sir!"

She was wearing a white low-cut "sexy" tank top that fell to mid thigh. Two shoulder straps held it up, and the low cut made is useless for anything other than sleeping, or seducing your loyal writer, writing to you now.

I walked up with a scissors.

"Oh, no!", she laughed.

I snipped the left strap. The left top of her tank fell, now suspended only by her left breast.

I walked to her right side.

She laughed, nervously, "Oh, no no! I'm not wearing anything else!"

I said, "I know!"

And I cut the right strap.

The tank fell off, landing around her feet.

She said, "Oh no!! Ah! I'm naked!!" and she laughed, again.

"Step out of the tank.", I said. She stepped out, so I could take the tank top and toss it over a chair. "Yes, Sir!", she said.

"Keep the ball over your head", I said, as I enjoyed her nude predicament.

"Yes sir!", she said, "Beach ball is not going to get dropped!"

I wheeled out a kitchen cart, on which were several huge cream pies.

Laughing, she exclaimed, "OH, NO!!"

I picked up a pie and walked toward her.

She looked at me, "Please, sir, please" and shook her head.

I said, "Please?"

Through nervous laughter, she said, "Sir, please"

I smashed the pie in her face, and took the tin away. She squealed, and opened her mouth in shock.

"AAAAAGH!', she exclaimed, and then laughed as the pie stuck to her face and hair, a huge ring of pie slowly separating from the crust stuck to her face, and falling to rest on her shoulders and breasts.

She laughed.

Grinning, I said, "Don't drop that beachball!"

Laughing, she said, "No sir! I won't drop the beachball, SIR!"

I gently wiped pie from her eyes. She looked at me, smiling, the pie stuck to her face.

"That was an epic pie in the face!", I said.

"That was an epic pie in the face, sir!", she replied.

I picked up another pie. She watched, and said, "Ohhhh Noooooo"

I faced her.

She said, "Oh, no, sir, PLEASE!"

I asked, "Please?"

She nodded and said "Sir, PLEASE!"

I pied her again, and she groaned in mock exasperation.

The cream stuck to her head, and combined with the previous pie in the face, began to fall more quickly from her face and head to her shoulders and breasts.

She laughed. "Ahhhhh! Hahahah!"

I watched her for a while, her face pied, her mouth a laughing gap in an otherwise fully pied face.

I wiped her eyes again, and she blinked at me.

"Sir", she said, "Am I getting another pie in the face?"

I shook my head, "No".

She said, "Ok. Yes sir, thank you for the pies sir!"

I said, "You're getting five pies in the face."

She groaned, "Nooooooooo. Sir! Please, Sir! Please please please please please!"

I smashed a pie onto the top of her head. She sighed.

I gave her a pie in the face, and she squealed again.

I pied the left side of her head, and then the right side of her head.

And finally, I pied the back of her head.

Her entire face, and all of her hair, were totally pied, and under huge piles of cream.

Her neck and shoulders and upper arms were covered in pie.

Big globs of cream that had fallen from the pies were stuck on her breasts.

She shook her head, and spit out some pie.

I asked, "Are you OK?"

She nodded, "Sir, yes SIR! I am very OK!"

"Are you turned-on?"

She laughed, "Yes Sir, I am VERY turned on!"

I started to smear the pie all over her bare skin, from neck to feet and back, making sure that every bit of exposed skin was covered with cream. Face to feet, front to back.

She made all sorts of noises from the sensual pleasure she was feeling, and from the texture of the cream.

When I was done, she was white from literally head to toe. As if she had been dipped in a giant pie.

I said, "You can drop the beachball, now"

"Yes SIR!", she said, and let the beachball bounce across the room.

"Wipe your eyes, and embrace me", I said.

She said, "Yes SIR!" and practically launched herself at me once she could see where I was standing.

And this, reader, is where you need to leave us, and close the door behind you