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You Need to Clean the Garage
Story by SkunkGuy2020x
Posted 6/10/19     759 views
The alarm clock sounded at 5:00 am, although Megan pretended she was still asleep as Todd, her husband of five years, showered and dressed. His suitcase was packed by the door for a guy's weekend of golfing, beer and sports or something equally forgettable.

Megan's mind wandered over her past five years as a freelance designer, which during the slow summer months meant she spent most of her week as a young suburban housewife. She let her pink nails brush lightly down her satin covered and very firm thigh absentmindedly as she contemplated for the millionth time if she should tell Todd her secret.

Todd was a great guy, kind and funny, and reliable, he'd bought them their adorable suburban home in a well-off community of suburban professionals before their wedding. It was on a quiet cul-de-sac and she got along with the other women there famously. She had everything she wanted.

"Its' just," she mused silently, "he's just so nice!" with a tinge of guilt. "Too nice really." She thought back to when they'd met, she'd try to drop hints, commenting enthusiastically when a woman on TV would be pied or caked or spanked. She'd playfully flip a dollop of whipped cream on his nose, trying to get him to reciprocate. He'd just chuckle sensibly and wipe it away as though nothing had happened. Once she was so desperate to make him angry she tipped an entire strawberry milkshake over his head. He just sat there looking hurt, stood, and walked out silently.

They'd talked a bit playfully about their fantasies, but Todd's eyes never seemed to light up when she'd mentioned bondage. He straight up wrinkled his nose when she'd suggested anything beyond a touch of whipped cream and strawberries. She sighed. "I guess I'll have to show him."

Ready for his flight, Todd hurriedly stepped through the bedroom once again. She smiled, eyes still closed as her husband leaned over for a kiss. She lifted one eye as the door slammed, then listened for the garage door and the sound of Todd's sensible car pulling away.

She'd decided her theme for the day weeks ago. A naughty puppy who'd made a mess in the garage. Ahh yes, Todd's garage. The other thing that was too nice. Not a drop of oil, not a speck of sawdust in sight. Neatly stored tools rarely used, rows of identical storage bins neatly aligned, and the empty space where Todd's sedan rested in the evening. Completely uninteresting. Not for long.

She slipped off her satin teddy and stepped to the shower, pausing to sneak a look. A stunning blonde bombshell looked back. Not bad for 32, she smiled. Steam filled the room as she went over her plans. Her shower was deliciously longer than usual.

She toweled off and stepped quickly to the closet. There was much to do.

She slipped into a pair of white ruffled shorts and her favorite white lace bra. She bit her lip as she looked in the mirror. Next was a sleeveless white minidress. She applied her makeup lightly but with care. More makeup would be coming soon. She curled her blonde locks lightly at the end. Next, her favorite patent leather pumps with 4 inch heels. She would have been a vision at any cocktail party, but absolutely scandalous on a Saturday morning. Off to the shops.

First was the home improvement center. She reached for a cart and headed inside. Every eye was locked on Megan, either most in lust, a few wives staring in scorn. She ignored them haughtily and clicked her heels to the paint section for supplies. She spotted a mixing attachment for a drill. "Perfect!"

"Can you point me to the buckets please?" She asked an assistant, snapping him out of his gawking and forcing him to pick his jaw off the floor. "Erm" he stuttered, "Um, what size?" was all he could manage.

"Big enough to catch all your drooling. Now, where are they?" She smiled coolly.

Cables, pulleys, buckets, tarps, paint, she went down the list. Roofing tar? Is that too extreme? she wondered.

Next stop was the pet store for the largest wire puppy cage she could find. Two large dog bowls, a striking red leather collar and leash, and as an afterthought, a heart shaped tag that read, "Princess." After one more stop at the wholesale club she pulled into the driveway and kicked off her heels.

It took most of the day to set everything up. She surveyed her handiwork hands on her gorgeous hips and grinned. "Now for the finishing touches." She added white facepaint and blush to her beautiful cheeks and drew an adorable shiny black nose and freckles. Reaching for the dalmatian ear headband she'd secreted away, she slipped on her patent leather heels again and gazed in the mirror. An extraordinarily sexy puppy girl stared back at her lustfully. Yes, she was going through with this!

After a quick dinner she slid one of the nondescript storage boxes carefully opened it in the garage. Her toys. She hiked up her dress, grabbed her favorite with the random timer, applied some lube and deployed it in its home. She hoped the battery would last. Next she reached for a vibrating silicone puppy tail. Not her favorite but a puppy needs a tail. She did not hope the batteries lasted in it.

in the center of the tarp covered garage floor sat her prison for the night, a nondescript puppy cage with some notable additions. First, the number of cameras surrounding it. Next were the buckets, suspended from cables. Next were the giant sheet cakes lining the puppy cage floor. The puppy bowls were at the end, one with water, one with mounds of cold wet dog food. Next to the cage were a handful of small padlocks. She carefully reached in and pushed the keys into the stinky greasy dog food. If she had to escape early, she'd have to lick through that to reach them.

She clicked the locks on her shiny leather ankle straps just above her heels. She could take tiny steps, but only in a humiliatingly comical way. Next came a red lip-shaped ring gag, forcing her face into a smiling puppy. Her tongue slipped out like a puppy and she wasn't even trying yet! She hobbled around turning on the cameras, then turned an old TV towards her face so she would have to watch her own torment. She realized that her dress was still white! Well, we can fix that she smirked. Taking a tin of shiny black paint and a large round brush, she splattered black spots all over her body. Already feeling shivers from the wet paint, she switched on the vibrators. Annoyingly, only the tail jumped to life, forcing her to do a ridiculous tail wag. She pulled on the collar and locked it with a snap, the puppy tag jingling. She adjusted her puppy ears and grabbed the last few items and ducked into the puppy cage being careful not to mush the cakes too much. Despite her efforts, the slippery frosting forced her knees to slide open, stretching against her ankle bonds. "Last chance to back out," she thought, and almost did, but the vibrator kicked in at that moment and she hurried deeper inside and secured the gate with another lock.

Carefully she reached for the dog leash. This was slid through the front between the dog bowls but left very little room. She lowered her head and clicked it to her collar. No backing out now, the leash was the trigger for her humiliating night to begin. She slipped a pair leather puppy paws and tightened the buckles with her teeth. She struggled to stay balanced in this awkward frosting-induced downward dog pose as her knees, feet and mittens shifted in the sweet icing.

Her vibrator leapt to attention again, startling her and causing her to back up. A loud mechanical *click* sounded. "Uh oh." she thought.

Nothing happened immediately. In fact, she was beginning to think nothing was going to happen at all. That was bad, not just because she was trapped but because her pulleys depended on one bucket being empty to cause the weight of the next to fall. Should she try to yell for help? Silently she felt long, sticky rivulets of marshmallow creme touch the tops of her calves, Well that works. But that means, oh no, I set it up backwards! The sticky, heavy thud of the rest of the marshmallow creme slapped down onto her back and ass and pooled between her legs and knees, destroying her designer heels. The next click was thick blueberry pie filling slapping her back and splattering her hair, the deep purple staining her flowing yellow locks. She was panting desperately now with the ecstasy of these sensations. She writhed in pleasure in the colorful slop. She caught her breath and looked up at her screen to see a destroyed, disheveled puppy girl humiliated and trapped. She deserved this she thought, in absolute heaven. Until the final click she dreaded.

She'd mixed thick black paint with a bit of skunk spray to simulate a naughty dog who'd picked the wrong fight, but she'd planned that for her ass, not her beautiful face! Marshmallow would have been so much easier to clean out of her beautiful hair! Too late for that she sighed, wrinkling her nose as the powerful stench blasted her nose and the sticky blackness enveloped her. A small pot of white paint swooped down on a string, leaving a perfect white trail from nose to tail. Soon she had shaken the paint coated hair blocking her vision and looked at her state once again. One more powerful orgasm, and she surrendered herself to the mess. She could barely sleep with the smell and the stickiness, but had the sweetest dreams she could imagine!

***Hours later***

Megan's heart skipped a beat as Todd's car approached the house and the garage door slowly opened. "Do you want all the neighbors to see you like this!?!" hissed Todd in a panic as he raced to push the garage door button. The garage door lowered, reversing the tension on the cable and deploying the final suspended bucket as thick black tar destroyed Todd's hair, face and $200 polo. She tried to make out what he'd shouted, but it was muffled as the tarp dropped from above and a heavy cloud of feathers fluffily filled the garage.
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