I was free... After the work week that seemed to take forever, I was finally done. Ten days of much needed vacation time to look forward to. My wife and I were not planning on going anywhere, just some much needed R and R and some alone time. We had spent the last few weeks hosting family in our home and had barely had any opportunity to be together. The family had left, my work was complete, and my wife had promised a very "sexy" vacation time. I couldn't wait.

When I arrived at the house, I was immediately greeted by my beautiful wife. Every time I saw her, I was amazed that she was with me. She had long, dark hair that reached down onto her slender shoulders. She was wearing her work clothes: a white blouse covered partially by a black blazer, a skirt that was probably too short for company regulations (but no one complains), and long stockings that I knew were connected to a sexy garter belt. The outfit really accentuated her wonderful curves. Her full breasts and thick butt and thighs were all being hugged in just the right places. She always made sure to take care of herself which was obvious by her slim waistline, perfect skin, toned body, and everything else all the way down to her perfectly pedicured toes.

"Welcome home" she said as her beautiful plump lips met mine. "I have a surprise for you!"

"Oh yeah? What is it?"

"Follow me!"

She grabbed me by the hand and started guiding me up the stairs. "Yes!" I thought to myself. With all of the family being in the house for the past couple of weeks, my wife and I hadn't been intimate in what seemed like forever. When we got to the top of the stairs I excitedly started to run towards the bedroom, but I noticed that my wife had stopped just before the bathroom.

"Where are you going?" she asked.

"Oh, ummm. I sputtered...

"Get over here," she said with a sexy smile.

I walked over to where she stood and looked inside the bathroom. In our large bathtub I saw a chair. Deciding to inspect what was going on; I noticed that next to the chair there was a set of handcuffs, a spool of thin rope, and a blindfold.

"What's all this?" I said with a mix of excitement and confusion.

"Well, I know how much you've been wanting to get me messy, and I haven't really let you do much besides that one pie..."

She was referring to just over a year ago. She really wanted an expensive handbag that I felt was just too much money. We decided that we would bet on the Superbowl for it. If she won, she got the handbag, but if I won, I wanted to pie her in the face. My team narrowly took the victory and she got a full pudding pie in her face. It was one of my greatest memories.

"You're going to finally let me get you messy again?" I said barely containing my excitement.

"That's entirely up to you." she said with a grin.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, ever since you hit me with that pie, I'll admit, I've thought about trying it again."

"All right!" I thought to myself. There were no sweeter words.

"But, I've also thought about getting you messy as well. You see, I would like revenge for that day."

"Sooo, you want to get messy together?" I was ok with that prospect as long as I was able to mess her up as much as she got me.

"Not exactly. I was thinking we could make this into a competition. We'll have a bet. The loser will get naked and the winner will get to absolutely destroy the loser with whatever substances that they would like."

The grin on my wife's face turned into a full smile. I couldn't help but smile as well. Absolutely destroy? I have the opportunity to fully mess her up? To make her unrecognizable under a massive amount of mess? I had been wanting to do that for years.

"A bet you say?" I said excitedly. "So what's the competition?"

"I was thinking that we could play Mario Kart. 3 Races, best 2 out of 3 wins it."

That seemed fair. It seemed more than fair. While my wife was pretty good at Mario Kart and there was an element of luck, I still bested her more often than not.

"You're on!"

We headed back downstairs to the living room and loaded up the game. We decided that the fairest way to handle the races would be to set the course selection to random and to have Hard computers to increase the difficulty. We both selected our favorite characters and karts and got started. The first race started, and it was Bowser's Castle.

"Oh, I've got this!" I said with confidence. My wife has never been that great at that course.

"Damn it", she said knowing that the random choice had screwed her over.

As expected, I won the first race. "That's one" I said with a confident smile. Mario Circuit came up as the next race.

"It's not over yet..."

For some reason, my wife had always had done very well at this course. I won sometimes, but she was able to pull out the victory much more often. Coming into the third lap, I actually had a little bit of a lead on her, but one blue shell later and I fell behind. I didn't have enough time to gain enough ground on her and the second race was hers.

"I believe the score is now 1-1" she said.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm not worried."

The final race came up. It was the Rainbow Road. "Ha-ha I said. I knew I always had the advantage in this race. The racers got lined up and Lakitu started the countdown when I suddenly felt my wife's foot firmly rub all over my cock.

"What are you doi..."

My wife's foot went up and down bringing me to a euphoria. My character had spun out at the starting line because I had mis-timed my boost. Somehow she was able to race perfectly while continuing to tease my cock up and down with her perfect foot. I had fallen behind early and the intense teasing made me fall off the course several times. My wife removed her foot as she crossed the finish line, easily beating me.

"That was cheating..."

"Oh, I'm sorry. We never established any rules against doing that. Perhaps you should have specified before the competition started. The only rule that we had was that the person who won 2 out of 3 races would be the winner."

"But..." I knew my protests would fall on deaf ears. She had an evil grin on her face. She had planned this from the start.

"Hey, you had every opportunity to beat me in that second race, but you couldn't get it done."

She wasn't wrong. The luck element of the game had screwed me out of my victory there, but it was fair.

"You should have been a little more focused on that third race" She said with a smile. "Now... strip!"

"Oh come on. You should at least lose clothes as well since you didn't play fair."

"That wasn't part of the deal. Take off ALL of your clothes. You won't be needing them for a while."

The smile on her face gave me butterflies in my stomach. I was under her control. What did she have planned for me? I reluctantly started taking my clothes off. My wife watched my every move, her smile growing bigger and bigger. The fact that she was fully clothed made me feel 100 times more naked. Her little sexy giggles and mmmms after I removed each piece made me feel like I was fully on display. By the time I removed my underwear, I was rock hard.

"Wow, someone is excited" she said as she walked over to me. Her hand started at my chest and slowly worked its way down until it was teasing my cock. She gave me a couple of kisses and worked her way towards my neck. She leaned in and whispered in my ear "You should be nervous" as she giggled and kissed me again. She stopped kissing me and stepped back just a bit, still circling her fingers over my chest and cock. "Let's go upstairs."

I followed her up the stairs, getting a slight up-skirt look the whole way. She stopped towards the top and looked back. "Enjoying the view?"

I didn't realize that she was looking. Taken a little aback, I managed to mumble out "Yes"

"Hmmmm, ok" She said as she continued up. I heard her whisper "You'll pay for that" followed by a giggle. I could tell she purposely said it just loud enough for me to hear her. The butterflies in my stomach continued to grow.

She guided me over to the bedroom and told me to lie down on the bed. "Now I know you're very excited, but we don't want you cheating in here while I go prepare your punishment." She pulled out some handcuffs and cuffed my hands to the top of the bed. "Can you move?"

I tugged at my hands, but the slack was not nearly enough to get anywhere close to helping myself get off. "No"

"Good." She got on top of me and started dry humping me through her clothes. The sensation was driving me wild. I started breathing heavy. "Oh, does that feel good?" She started going faster and playing with my nipples. "Mmmm, I can't have you cumming yet. We've got way too much fun to have still." She got off me and gave me a kiss of the head of my cock. "You just wait here... I've got to get the supplies." She headed towards the door and turned on our loud box fan to mask any noise she would be making and closed the door behind her. All I could do was sit there tied up in the dark and try to hump the air to deal with my throbbing cock. It didn't work. I resigned myself to the fact that I wouldn't be getting a release until my wife came back. I waited what seemed like forever, but it was probably only 15 minutes before my wife came back in the room.

"Are you ready to pay up?"

"Yes" I replied nervously.

"Let's go then."

Before she released my hand restraints, she slid a blindfold over my eyes. "I don't want you to be able to see what's coming" she said. I felt the cuffs slip off of my wrists, and before I knew it she was leading me to the bathroom down the hall. Instantly I was hit with an abundance of sweet smells. "What am I in for?" I thought to myself. I was guided over to my chair.

"Sit down" I was told.

I slowly lowered myself down on the chair and felt something wet and cold. I jumped up a little bit startled. "What is that!?"

"It's a cake silly." She said with a laugh. "I baked it especially for you! Now sit down!" She pushed down on my shoulders and forced myself directly onto the squishy cake. "Now that's better. Let's get you set up in this chair!"

Handcuffs were attached to my wrist and then looped through the chair before snapping in my other wrist. Next, she took the rope and tied each of my legs to the chair. I tried struggling a bit, but I was locked in tight. I wasn't going anywhere.

"Mmmm, you can't move can you? Let's get that blindfold off of you"

The blindfold came up and over my head. I looked around but could not see what she had prepared for me. "I'm not making it that easy for you" she said. "All of the goodies are over there." She pointed to an area beside the tub that was obscured by the shower curtain. My wife was wearing different clothing. She had stripped down to nothing but a low cut T-shirt that showed off plenty of cleavage and a sexy pair of black cheeky panties. "Well then... let's get started" she said with a big smile.

Walking around to the side of the tub, she emerged with a large pie. "Do you remember when you pied me last year?"

"Yes," I said. My voice both nervous and a little excited.

"Mmmm, I remember too," she said as she slowly pushed the massive pie into my face, twisting it back and forth for quite a while before pulling it back and letting all of the excess cream, chocolate pudding, and crust to fall down onto my chest, stomach, and cock. As I gasped for air, I felt a second pie hit me, this time quickly and with more force. The whole pie stuck there for a few seconds before falling.

"You look good in pie, honey," she said with a laugh. She was enjoying this a little too much. "You know what would make this more fun?"

I couldn't make out what she was grabbing through the pie. "What is that?"

"Oh these? They're just a couple of clothes pins. They're for your nipples."

"What? That wasn't part of the deal!"

Whack! I felt a rushing pain as she slapped me right in the balls. The force was exaggerated because they were lying against the chair and got squished from the impact. I could feel a pit in my stomach and my eyes watered a little bit from the shock.

"Now listen here!" She said forcefully. "I'm in charge right now and you will do what I tell you to do or I will smack them even harder! Are we clear?"

"Yes, yes!"

"Good! You will only speak when spoken to and do exactly what I say. Is that understood?

Yes

Good boy! Now, where was I?"

This was a side of my wife I hadn't ever seen before. She was never a timid girl, but she had never been overly dominant either. I couldn't help but be taken aback a little, but I was also rock hard. My thought process got interrupted as soon as I felt the first clothespin lock onto my right nipple. "There's one..." she said as I winced slightly. The second one felt even tighter as she clasped it on. "And there's two" she said with a laugh as she started tugging and pulling on them. My facial expressions must have been amusing to her as kept laughing each time she tortured me with a tug, although I'm not sure how much of my face could be seen through the pie.

"Let's get back to all of these lovely goodies, shall we? I could just make out my wife grabbing 2 more pies before smashing them on the sides of my face. The next one went directly onto the top of my head and splashed over a little bit. "Oh, look at what you did!" I couldn't exactly see, but I tried anyway. "You got pie all over my foot! No, this won't do at all. You need to clean up this mess!"

My wife sat on the edge of the bathtub and with her very limber legs; she brought her foot up to my face. "Lick it clean!" I had always fantasized about licking her toes, but it was never an avenue we had explored as I was too nervous to bring it up. With a mix of reluctance and delight, I took her toes into my mouth. Her perfect foot squirmed around all over my tongue. I couldn't tell what pie was coming from my face and what was on her foot to begin with, but I continued licking the ever abundant amount of cream and pudding. She seemed to really be enjoying the sensations as I kept hearing moaning coming from her. "Try some cake!" I heard as she ran her foot over my cock a few times and picked out some of the cake I sat on and fed it to me with toes. I indulged as long as she would let me. After a couple of minutes, she stood up and said with a laugh
"Somehow you made it even messier. I'll have to teach you a lesson!"

I watched her walk back over and emerge with a large bucket that was completely full of something. I started feeling something fall over my head and body in thick glops. It was oatmeal, a huge bucket of sticky oatmeal. The sensation was much different than the pie. It was much heavier and it stuck to my body much more. "Breakfast is the most important meal of the day sweetheart," I heard her say. "But we gotta make sure it's a balanced breakfast!"

Smash! There was an egg on my face. Crack! Another one over my head. She went through two dozen of them, just adding to the stickiness. "Are you having a good time?" she said with a giggle as she smashed another one over me.

"Yes." It was a bit of a mix of truth and lie. I wasn't expecting anything quite this extensive, but we were both super turned on, so I was still enjoying myself.

"That's good. I am enjoying my revenge as well. And you know what they say, revenge is a dish best served COLD!" She started pouring milk over my head. The temperature took my breath away. There were little ice crystals in it. She must have put it in the freezer for a little while just for this moment. Slowly she poured it. A whole gallon of full fat milk. By the end of it, my whole body was shivering.

"Oh, was that a bit cold for you? I bet that is just making your nipples throb?" Now that she mentioned it, the pain was starting to get much worse. "Here, let me fix those for you!"

"Thank God" I thought to myself. She took the clothespin off of the right nipple momentarily before rotating it 90 degrees and reattaching it. "Ahhh" I cried out and got a smack to my balls for my trouble.

"No talking" she said with a giggle before doing the same thing to my other nipple. "There, that's better. You look a little cold honey. Here, I'll warm you up!" She grabbed another bucket from the side and started pouring. Warm vanilla cake batter started pouring over my head, onto my face, and all over my entire body. The warmth of it felt amazing after being so cold. You could tell she mixed it with hot water before bringing me in. She was very thorough, making sure every nook and cranny of my body was covered.

"Oh man. This is no good. You know I'm a chocolate girl sweetheart." Another bucket of warm batter, this time chocolate got slowly poured all over me. "There, that's better" she said as the last of the bucket got emptied over my face.

"We're getting to the end of your punishment here honey. I'm going to untie you, but the rules still apply. You will do whatever I say. I'll keep you tied up until you say that you agree. Do you agree?"

"I agree." I said knowing fully well that had I not agreed she would have attacked my balls again.

"Good," she said with a laugh. First she untied my legs and then took off the cuffs. "I'll be nice and take off these clothespins as well. I'm too good to you sometimes," she said as she yanked off the clothespins forcefully. I wanted to cry out but knew better. "Good boy." she said with a big grin. "Now take that chair and set it on the outside of the tub."

I hadn't really noticed while I was in the chair but the plug was in the bathtub drain and all of the mess that she had applied had built up along the bottom of the tub. I lifted the chair out as she had asked and placed it just off to the side. "Good. Now I want you to lay down on your back in it." I paused for a second and got a glare from my wife, so I laid myself right down. There was at east 2-3 inches of slop at the bottom.

"Now, you know I like to have some cake from time to time, but what I really love, is brownies!" She came back from around the side with another bucket, this one bigger than all of the other ones and started pouring much thicker brownie batter all over my face and entire body while I laid there flat. I had to raise my head out of the goo several times just to catch my breath. She poured for what seemed like forever before the last little bit got poured directly over my cock. "Mmmm, I love brownies."

"I've got one more pie for you. Lay your head flat!" I did as instructed and felt a large plop go right over my face. She then took the tin and shaped it a bit to cover over my eyes. "Now keep that right there. I'm going to be undressing and I don't want you looking, heehee". I could hear her taking off clothes but due to all of the mess and the pie tin, I couldn't actually see anything. A couple of moments later, I felt her climb her way into the tub and get on top of me, and I realized that she was getting mess transferred onto her naked body. I went to reach for the tin to see her and was met with a smack in the balls again. "Bad boy!" I heard her say. She started working with my cock which was rock hard again in just seconds, and then she inserted it inside her.
I could hear her moans and feel her thrusts. It was like heaven. She started off going very slowly, then would speed it up, and then back to slow. I was getting very close to orgasm. She got off of me and started using her hands.

"Mmmm, are you close?" I heard her say knowingly.

"Yes!" I said with heavy breath.

"Ok, let's make a deal then. I will let you finish and have a full orgasm, but you will do everything I say over the next week... and you will be in chastity!"

"What?" I thought to myself. "You can't stop me now! But do I really want to turn over control to her for the entire week?"

"You have 10 seconds to say "I agree" or I'm going to stop and hit your balls until you go soft."

"I agree!" I said without a choice.

"Mmmm, excellent decision." She jerked my cock to a wonderful, full, and quite built up orgasm. It was probably the best one I had ever had. I was on cloud 9 and went into a euphoria for a few seconds.

"Wow, that was a big load! she said with an evil laugh. I'm glad I was able to catch it all!"

"Wait, what?" A smack hit my balls. After the orgasm they were very tender so it hurt even worse than before.

"Do not speak unless you are spoken to! Now for your first task under my week of control, I want you to eat this whole load that I caught in this dixie cup. And if you don't do it, I'm going to attack these tender balls until you start crying."

I didn't have a choice. She had me pinned down and in a very vulnerable position. Reluctantly, I opened up my mouth to accept the load.

"Good boy" she said as she poured the massive load right into my mouth. I felt her hand go over my mouth, making it impossible to spit out the massive amount of cum. "Now just hold it in your mouth for a little bit. Taste what I taste when you ask me to do this for you. Giggle." It tasted very salty and bitter, but I did as instructed. After making me hold it in my mouth for a minute or so, I finally heard her say "Now swallow it!" I took a few seconds to do what she said, so she also held my nose shut so I couldn't breathe. I quickly swallowed and nearly gagged, but she allowed me to breathe again. "Mmmm, good boy. Now, I haven't had a chance to cum yet. That's not very nice is it?" She removed the tin from my line of vision and I was immediately met with another pie. The super thick pie obscured my vision and the next thing I felt were my wife's legs around my head.

"Now suck and lick!"

I obliged without much protest. The taste of the pie and my wife together was amazing. It did not take long before she had a full orgasm while riding my face. "Mmmm, that was amazing" she said through panting breath. I was still not able to see her very well. "Now, continue laying right there. I'm going downstairs to take a shower. I expect you to clean yourself and this entire mess up! Oh, and I turned off the upstairs hot water heater. You'll be having a VERY cold shower, giggle. After all, we need to slip that chastity device on you right after! She left the bathroom with a sexy and evil laugh.

I finally wiped my eyes and assessed my situation. I was absolutely covered in thick, sticky glop. My mouth still had the lingering taste of my own cum, pie, and my wife. I had a massive amount of mess to clean up using only ice cold water. Worst of all, I was still massively turned on, but I knew I was not going to have another orgasm for the majority of our vacation unless my wife allowed it. It was going to be a very long week