Emma was in her late 20's. An attractive blonde about 5'6' in height and still single. These days Emma was quite conservative in her dress sense at work aware of the knowing looks she received from male colleagues the day she wore one of her customary mini skirts a couple of inches shorter than normal. Emma felt her bosom was of average size although again she was aware of the knowing looks of her work colleagues should she dare to show any cleavage. Her shoulder length blonde hair was always immaculate but there was another side of her personality which remained a secret. Quite simply since an ex boyfriend had shown her a website which featured girls getting wet and messy she had harboured an interest in WAM.
But her interest was not necessarily wondering what it would be like to be one of those girls. No, it was the dominating side of carrying out the punishment that appealed. And so during a quiet lunchtime period when she was alone in the office Emma revisited the website where she found a section of personal adverts where people suggested meeting up for messy fun. With a deep breath Emma plucked up courage and submitted a message; "Attractive blonde keen to meet male for messy fun".

Mark had endured a fallow WAM period for some months. Idlily flicking through his favourite messy website he paused at the Personal section and saw the message which Emma had submitted. He responded instinctively "Mid 30's guy very keen to have fun with attractive blonde".

Emma was unsurprised to receive a large number of replies and took time to read the comments. She was particularly interested in the reply from Mark. Over the next couple of days they exchanged messages with Mark suggesting they should meet for a drink having discovered they only lived about 30 miles from each other.
Emma was excited to meet Mark and made an effort to impress deciding on a yellow low cut top together with a pair of blue denim jeans. She was pleased that Mark was quite good looking and before long the conversation had turned to WAM. The drinks flowed and agreement was made to meet up for a session in two weeks at a small studio which Mark knew about hired out for such purposes. Whilst Emma was happy for Mark to take the lead she made him aware she was not the submissive recipient of mess he may have envisaged and that he might not remain unscathed. When Mark smiled and nodded she was doubly delighted.

Mark coulkd not believe his luck. Emma was stunning and so easy going. He really couldn't believe his luck that she seemed so keen on taking part in a messy session. He agreed to arrange a suitable outfit for her to wear and they agreed the type of mess to be provided. Ok she did mention something about him getting messy but if he had to take an odd pie it was a small price to pay considering what he had planned.

And so the day arrived. Emma had followed Marks instructions by providing him with her measurements as he had insisted on providing her outfit. As she drove the car into the small car park she felt a strong sense of anticipation She checked her styled hair and make up in the window and knocked on the studio door.
Mark smiled broadly on seeing his new companion. Her radiant smile was genuine as she gave him a brief kiss on the cheek. Emma looked stunning wearing a plain white t shirt and black leather trousers. He really felt this could be an evening to remember. Swiftly he indicated Emma to enter the changing room where she saw the white micro mini dress and matching white thong on a chair.

Cheeky Emma thought immediately once Mark had left the room. She noticed the dress was a size too small as she stripped off her clothes. Looking in the mirror she saw the dress barely covered her bottom and the plunging neckline emphasised her cleavage. Yes she thought this could be an interesting evening.

Meanwhile Mark went into another room to change into his outfit of white short sleeve shirt and blue chinos and a pair of white briefs, He could hardly contain his excitement at the prospect of introducing Emma into WAM!
He surveyed the scene in front of him in the hall. A table laden with 20 cream pies with food colouring added to provide a variety of yellow, pink and white pies, together with 6 cartons of custard, several cartons of strawberry and plain yoghurt and a bowl of chocolate sauce. Under the table were 4 buckets of coloured gunge and 4 buckets of water. In the corner of the hall was a gunge tank with perspex sides, a bench seat over which was a large see through container which Mark proceeded to fill with pink and green buckets of gunge. Mark had also set up a camera on a tripod to record everything. In addition a white plastic chair and table were placed in the centre of the room.
Mark explained to Emma they were about to role play a scene involving a boss and his Secretary.
He smiled at Emma "Are you ready?"
"I think so" came the nervous reply. "But do you mind if I start the scene" as Emma stroked Marks chest gently.
Slightly taken aback Mark agreed.
"Well" continued Emma "I've been a naughty girl. When you were out at a meeting today I went into your office and noticed you had left your computer on. And I couldn't help noticing that it was open on a website with pretty girls getting very messy"
Mark looked confused.
Gaining confidence Emma continued "And you know how our Director hates time wasting at work and has no sense of humour. So its simple really. Either I tell her what you've been doing or I punish yo myself" finishing with a big grin.
Suddenly Mark looked stunned. He saw Emma in a new light. Remembering she had mentioned about him getting a bit messy he decided to play along.
"I suppose I may have to receive a small punishment for my misdemeanour" he said.
"A wise decision" announced Emma. "Now sit down, remove your socks and shoes."
An odd request thought Mark but he obeyed watching as Emma quickly used the socks to tie his wrists to the chair to restrain him.
"Let the punishment begin" an ecstatic Emma said picking up a cream pie. "Now Mark as you like to see girls pied shall I do the same to you?" waving the pie tantalisingly in front of his face.
Before Mark could speak she slammed the pie into his face smearing in the cream mixture firmly. Not allowing Mark to recover and spluttering Emma unleashed a volley of ten multi coloured pies pushed and thrown into his face and upper body. Delicately Emma wiped his eyes because she wanted to see her helpless victim stand in front and hurl the contents of a bucket of water over him.
" Aaaah " screamed Mark " Jesus that was cold".
But Emma had only just started her assault. Next she picked up two cartons of custard and slowly tipped the contents over his head, the yellow liquid dripping down his shoulders to form a pool in his lap. This was followed by another carton of custard tipped inside his shirt followed by a carton of strawberry yoghurt over his head and another one inside the back of his shirt causing a distressed cry of anguish. Emma continued his torture as she opened the front of his trousers before pouring yet more custard inside not failing to notice the significant bulge in his pants. A further carton of yoghurt poured over the defenceless Mark as he could do nothing to stop the humiliation.
"Never mind Mark, only a couple of cartons left" Emma said sarcastically.
"Don't suppose they could be left for you" pleaded Mark.
"Absolutely not " grinned Emma "This is my show and its you being punished".
Mark realised things could only get worse and was immediately proved right as Emma drenched him with another bucket of cold water!
"Now Mark" whispered Emma "I'm going to release you briefly but only to remove your sodden shirt", as expertly slipped off his trousers and removed his shirt before restraining him again on the chair, giving his firm penis a gentle flick with her hand.
Emma then approached Mark wiggling her hips knowing the effect this would have. " I think you purchased the wrong size dress for me you naughty boy teasing him with a look at her cleavage and partly exposed bum.
Any joy Mark experienced was swiftly ended as she pied him twice in the face followed by a pie sandwich with both pies exploding either side of his face. Two more pies were rubbed into his chest before Emma indicated Mark to raise his bottom to allow her to place the largest of the cream pies on his chair. Mark knew what was coming but could not see the glint of pleasure on Emma's face as she pushed him back on the chair forcing him to squirm around in the creamy mixture. Emma followed this with smearing another pie into his crotch as Mark moaned with a mixture of pain and pleasure.

Emma was clearly relishing her role as tormentor. Somewhat menacingly she picked up the large bowl of chocolate holding it over his head.
"I love chocolate" she said "I hope you do too" and tipped the contents over his head the brown liquid dripping down his chest forming a puddle on his lap.
Mark grimaced but managed a reply "I don't suppose you want to lick it up?"
Emma smiled " Naughty boy, no chance, more punishment" and tipped a carton of strawberry yoghurt over his head, pulling open the waistband of his briefs before pouring inside more custard and exercising a wedgie as Mark shrieked.
"That's for being cheeky" she whispered in his ear. "I think its time for another clean up before pouring the contents of another bucket of water over his head.

With Mark still spluttering Emma announced " Now its your gunge tank punishment. Remove your briefs and sit over there" releasing the wrist restraints. Emma allowed herself the pleasure of watching the well toned mess splattered body walk towards the tank. She was impressed that despite the ordeal an erect cock was clearly visible!
Mark took his seat looking apprehensively at the container above filled with pink and green gunge. He had little time to think as a gleeful Emma pulled the rope releasing the gunge which cascaded over his head and body. The gunged figure of Mark slowly emerged from the tank. Emma ordered him to knell at her feet. "Now Mark I want you to repeat this statement I will never look at messy pictures again Miss Emma" placing a large bucket of yellow gunge in front of her. Mark made a mess of the statement. "Wrong" said a happy Emma as she dunked his head into the yellow gunge holding it there for a few seconds. Eventually she released him " Now try again". This time Mark fared better but forgot the words "Miss Emma" at the end. "Oh dear wrong again " and dunked his head in the gunge before releasing and then pouring the remaining gunge over his head.

"Your punishment is nearly over" said Emma " now I need you to lay on the ground arms and legs apart". Once again Mark dutifully obeyed as Emma slowly walked along the side of Mark pouring the contents of the final bucket of orange gunge over him covering from head to toe., concentrating on his semi erect penis on her journey. "You've been tangoed" she laughed before picking up the last bucket of water and repeating the task of covering from head to toe as Mark screamed with pain.

Mark felt exhausted with a mixture of pain and pleasure and shock. Clearly this was not the session he had planned but had a secret admiration at the trashing Emma had given him. "I dont suppose there's a chance of a happy ending?" he inquired glancing down. Emma smiled. Well he had been a good sport so it only seemed fair to allow some pleasure. She kneeled down and expertly started massaging his penis building up speed as the full erection returned and he ejaculated with a groan of pleasure.
"Now that's what I call a happy ending" grinned Mark.
Unseen by Mark Emma picked up the one remaining cream pie which she had hidden behind her. "No this is a happy ending" before smashing the pie into his unsuspecting face!.

Before Mark could fully recover Emma made her way to the changing room door. "Make sure you clean up properly Mark, turn off the camera letting me have a copy of the film, then you can shower and take me out for a drink" closing the door swiftly as Mark hurled a handful of gunge in her direction,.
Well thought Mark maybe it could be a good evening after all......