The following story is part of the "WAM Date" story set. All of the stories are based on real events, although the names of the young ladies have been changed to protect their privacy.

I first spoke with Helene online after seen her profile and slipping into her DMs. Helene was a pretty French blonde with a slim 5'3" body. Her silky hair fell down to just below her shoulders and she had a stylish fringe. My first two thoughts on seeing her headshot were how attractive she looked and how amazing it would feel to condemn her pretty face and lovely fringe to a custard pieing! Helene had posted a second pic online that showed off her petite body. Where she looked completely innocent in her headshot, he full body picture left me in no doubt that she had a sexy, alluring side to her character too. What I had no idea about at first was her own personal kink!

We chatted about all the usual "safe" topics online before out-of-the-blue Helene asked "have you ever tied a woman up?". I did a double-take wondering if she'd really meant to ask me that. We hadn't got anywhere near such topics in conversation so far! I paused, waiting to see if she withdrew her question, then thought better of waiting any longer and replied "once or twice ". Helene didn't hesitate with her response "would you like to tie me up?". This was unexpected, but I wasn't going to say no! "I'll gladly slip a pair of handcuffs on you to get this started". "That would be a good start" she replied with a smile. "Maybe I'll slip a second pair of cuffs around your ankles too" I decided to push on. This was met with an even bigger smile from her! "I take it you like bondage then?" I ventured. "Yes! I love it!" came her immediate reply. "I love to submit fully to my partner". Again, wow I really had not seen this coming! Time to see how far this could go. "Have you ever been locked in a pillory" I asked? This obviously didn't translate into French, so I found a picture of a gorgeous blonde locked into a pillory in nothing more than her underwear and a pair of silver heels. "Oh, that looks fun!" she commented, followed by "do you have a pillory?!" I was trying to work out if this was a serious question, but the only right answer was "I'm sure I can find one just for you!". "Parfait!" I think she had got excited enough to forget to keep speaking English, but I knew what she meant! "I could do anything to you tied up like that". I wasn't telling her anything she didn't know, of course, but I was interested to see if two thoughts could become one. "I know" she smiled. "Tickle you". "No!" "Pleasure you". "Yes!" "Or how about this " and then I sent her another pic, this time of another gorgeous blonde, again in nothing more than her underwear and heels, but this time with a custard pie having just been thrown in her face, her mouth open in shock". "A pie!" came back Helene's response. "Why not?" I winked. She paused. "I probably deserve one" she laughed. "It's a date then" I laughed too. "Not a first date!" she shot back. "That's fair" I agreed, then I tried my luck. "Definitely a memorable second-date activity though". "Okay!" came her reply. Things were looking up!

We met for cocktails for our first date. If she hadn't already won me over with her chat and her appearance, her soft French accent definitely added extra sex appeal! She had a little black dress on and shiny black high heeled court shoes. It almost felt like things were going too well! Fortunately, the date continued to go well with us both enjoying each other's company. There were definitely opportunities in the conversation to make references to handcuffs, tying her up and bondage in general, but I knew the topic of a second date had to come up at some point, so I bid my time. "I've really enjoyed tonight" Helene commented one cocktail later. "So have I!" I added, although I'm pretty sure she already knew this! "So, you're definitely in the market for a second date then?" I asked her. She looked me full in the face, her own eyes widening slightly. "Yes" she said nodding, although I could almost sense a tiny hint of hesitancy. Or was that just my own nerves influencing me? "Good! Me too" I confirmed. "How about I cook for you?" "I'd like that" Helene smiled. "I have the perfect dessert in mind for you" I teased her. Helene's eyes went wide. "The pie!" she almost half shouted! I'm sure someone on an adjacent table must have wondered what had got her so excited! "You'll just have to wait and see" I told her. "Her eyes narrowed slightly, although she was still smiling". "Just don't misbehave" I teased her. I don't know exactly what she said back to me, but I knew it was in French and it sounded like she was happy to misbehave and be punished accordingly! Again, I wasn't going to say no! I was confident now that the second date was going to be even better than the first!

We continued to chat between dates. What did I learn about Helene that I didn't already know? Her favourite colour was pink. Her favourite features were her hair, her breasts, and her legs. She liked rugby players (which was good news for me!). And she liked making jokes about "the pie"! I was beginning to think that she really wanted to be pied! What had she learnt about me? I had attended cooking courses at Le Cordon Bleu (which she took as a good sign for our upcoming dinner!) I liked teasing her. And I have a thing for women in heels. Helene definitely played up to this last piece of news by sending me pics of her modelling several of her favourite pairs of heels. She looked amazing in all of them, especially since they were all pretty high and she clearly liked showing her legs and feet off. I couldn't wait to see which pair of heels she decided to wear to our dinner date.

Helene arrived at my house exactly on time and carrying a chilled bottle of champagne. Good idea! She slipped her long coat off to reveal a pretty long-sleeved blue dress that had a reasonably deep v-cut at the front and stopped mid-thigh, revealing most of her legs. She had paired the dress with a sexy pair of pink barely-there heels that left almost all of her feet completely naked. Her finger nails and toe nails were both painted pink, which gave her a girly demeanour alongside the sexiness of her body. She clearly felt at home as she slipped her heels off immediately after our first kiss. I didn't mind this, although she wasn't going to get away without wearing them later on in the evening.

My cooking and conversation seemed to go down well and before we knew it we were two courses and a bottle of champagne in. I suggested that we take a pause before dessert and opened a second bottle to make sure we were both in the mood for the final course. We made our way to the sofa and in between sips of champagne, sensually began to make out. Kissing her soft lips and gazing into those bright blue eyes was definitely having an effect on me. It was time to move things along! "You know those top restaurants where they have a chef's table so you can see how the food is prepared?" "Oui". Helene had discovered that when she spoke French that had a particular effect on me so she slipped into French with increasing regularity. "Well, I'm going to treat you to your own chef's table for dessert. I just need you to pop out and slip those sexy heels of yours back on while I get the last few things ready". "Okay! I'm glad you like those heels they are one of my favourite pairs". And with that, she slinked out of the room. In truth, I didn't need to get much ready before she came back in, but I did want to set up the bright pink bar stool that I'd collected earlier that day just for her to sit on to received her dessert.

Helene came back in ready to show her complete look off to me again, but paused when she caught sight of the bar stool. Her eyes lit up as she looked from the stool back to me and asked "For me?!" "Especially for you" I smiled back at her. She practically skipped over to the stool and I took her hand and helped her get comfortable as she sat down. "You like?" I enquired. "Oui!" came her immediate response as she crossed one leg over the other, smoothed her dress over her thighs, and seductively placed her hands on her knees and looked me straight in my eyes. "How do I look?" she asked. "Perfect" was all I could manage to say. My body had probably already given my answer away! We kissed once more before Helene pulled away and asked "haven't you forgotten something from the fridge?" "Have I?" "The pie!" she whispered, her eyes wide. I paused for effect, before saying "there's not actually a pie in the fridge, you know." Helene looked puzzled at this, but before she could respond, I let her in on the secret "but I do have three pie bases in this cupboard" which I brought out and laid before her. Helene was smiling again now. "And a cartoon of custard in this cupboard. And double cream in the fridge." Helene's eyes were wide again as she looked at the ingredients all together. "Three pies?!" she asked, a slight sense of trepidation in her voice. "Let me show you how they are made" I laughed. I proceeded to mix the custard and double cream together in a bowl to create a relatively thick, creamy, and gooey mixture. I knew it wasn't a perfect pie mix, but it was definitely going to be good enough for how I planned on serving the pies to Helene. I dolloped the mixture out between the three pie bases, each of which was full to the top of the flan casing when I had finished. "How do they look?" I asked. "Gooey!" came her response. Our eyes met and it was clear we were both enjoying each other's company. We kissed again before I teased "it's really all about the way the dessert is served " Helene started to wriggle on her stool at this, her legs kicking back and forth slightly, exactly like some of the female victims on GYOB used to do when they were poised above the gunk dunk. "You look so good on that stool though, I think we should capture some photos of the occasion". Helene's eyes widened again, probably thinking about the fact she may end up being photographed in a messy state in the very near future, but her sensuality took over and she posed seductively for several full-body photos. "Oh, I nearly forgot" I slightly lied as I opened a nearby drawn and brought out a pair of pink fluffy handcuffs. Helene wriggled even more at the sight of these! "Hands behind your back, mademoiselle" I instructed her. She duly obliged and I gently locked each of her wrists into the handcuffs. Helene tried to move her wrists and arms around and discovered that she was well and truly tied up with no way of protecting her pretty face or her perfect fringe, even if she had wanted to. "That's not quite all" I told her while fetching a second pair of handcuffs, silver metal ones this time, and slipped them quickly around her ankles. Helene posed the only way she could, with the stilettoes of her sexy heels hooked over the bar of the stool, her legs almost full displayed for me to enjoy.

"Comfortable?" I asked. "Very!" she replied. She smiled as I snapped some further pictures of her. I thought too late that I should have got her to model one of the pies in her hands before I had tied her up, but maybe that was an idea for another occasion! "Let me show you just how good the pies look close up". I brought the first pie up just in front of Helene's face and she duly looked down at the pie, presumably assessing quite how full I'd made it! "I trust mademoiselle is pleased with how well made the pie is?" I teased. "It looks amazing. Is it really for me though?!" I almost wondered if she was hoping I would back down and let her go free, but I knew she wouldn't have let herself be in such a vulnerable position if she had really wanted to escape. "It's the final part of the chef's table experience, showing you how to perfectly deliver a custard pie to a beautiful young lady". Helene looked down at the pie once more, then back up to me. She gave a cute little sigh, scrunched up her nose, and simply said "show me!". I didn't need a second invitation! I brought the pie fully up to her face and having seen her close her eyes just a moment before, smushed the pie into her pretty face and gently rubbed it around. I heard a cute, gentle "hrumph" from her as I was smushing the pie around. I released the flan base and admired how much the gooey creamy custard filling had covered her delicate features. Her once perfectly styled fringe now had a delicious covering of pie all over it. Helene had an amazing look of shock and surprise all over her face too and I had just enough composure to snap a few more photos, one while her hands were still held out and facing up helplessly and another with her hands mid-wipe, the messy pie filling having now covered her painted nails too as well as her face and fringe. "I believe mademoiselle enjoyed that! Allow me to serve you with a second-helping!" I gave Helene just enough time to compose herself before I picked up the second pie and delivered it much the same way as before, but this time giving it a longer rub all around. I was rewarded with a second cute and gentle "hrumph"! Helene was laughing by this point now too, but clearly still surprised at the feel of being pied and maybe still a little shocked that I'd really done it to her! "And where's the third pie going?!" she asked. "Pop your hands back down on your legs and I'll show you". Helene assumed her sexy pose again and as I brought the third pie over to her, I allowed some of the filling to pour over the edge where it fell directly onto her exposed feet and manicured nails. Helene gasped at the cold gooey sensation she was now experiencing on another exposed part of her body. While she was still in shock, I brought the remainder of the third pie up to her face again and having gently placed a pie into her cute face for the third time that evening, rather than smushing it around, I slid the pie up onto the top of her head, giving her lovely blonde locks a thin covering of creamy custard mess too. Helene was so shocked at this that she stayed perfectly still, allowing me to capture her pied model look as she posed perfectly on the bar stool.

I helped Helene to clean herself up and we enjoyed the remainder of the evening together. When Helene finally made her way home in a cab, I sent her two messages. "Just so you know, I fully appreciated how beautiful you looked tonight" accompanied by the first pic of her posing lovely and clean on the bar stool. "Even when you looked like this" accompanied by the pic of her fully pied and in shock! "Hahaha, I'm glad! I had a really fun evening too " came her reply.

Now that's where the story could reasonably end, but we had a subsequent conversation about the evening that adds to my memory of the date. While planning our third date, Helene mentioned "perhaps no pies this time!". I didn't mind, but I was slightly surprised given how much she had liked joking about "the pie" before the date itself. "Sure! But you seemed so keen to be pied before?!" I ventured. "I was keen to see whether you would really do it to me like you said you would or if you were just going to back down". "You took them really well!" "Why thank you!" I thought this would be the end of that particular conversation, but then Helene asked "why were there three pies though?!" "I thought you deserved more than one!" I tried out. I got a poked-out tongue back in response! I thought she deserved a more honest answer. "Honestly, I wasn't sure if you were going to go through with it and I really wanted you to! That's partly why I bought you your own shiny pink bar stool so you knew I wanted you to feel special". "I did feel special" she smiled, so I continued. "I knew that one pie had to go in your face and I was hoping to run a second pie into your hair too. (Sorry!)" I added. "You definitely surprised me with that! But why the third pie then?" "Where did you think it was for?" I asked. "I thought maybe you were going to pie me, umm, down there" she said. Holy cow, maybe I'd missed a trick there! "On a second date?!" I tried to laugh it off, while realising what could have happened. "True!" she replied. We were still on the same page then! "In truth, I thought I'd better prepare a third pie just in case the only way for me to convince you to go through with it was to first let you pie me". Having the tables turned like that isn't really my thing, but I knew that it was only fair if that's what it was going to take for me to get to have my wicked way with her! "Oh my god! I never knew I could have done that to you!" she retorted. Good, I remember thinking! "Haha, if only you'd asked at the time!" I told her. Another poked-out tongue came my way. "I'm glad you did it to me like you said you would, especially with me all tied up" she told me. "It was my favourite ever date" I told her, and at the time, that was 100% true.