Getting Messy at the Ranch in Tarzana Jan 2026

A Luxurious Messy Afternoon at the Ranch By Madame Jade Paris Goddess of Trance

Yesterday I hosted another indulgent four-hour pie-throwing and sploshing session on my half-acre ranch in Tarzana.The day before, my servant had everything perfectly prepared: the massive clear plastic sheet spread across the grass, tables set up, paper towels stacked, can openers and big spoons laid out--ready for chaos without a single last-minute rush. My sploshing fetish client arrived the next day relaxed and eager, carrying all the delicious ammunition himself. Together we unloaded and arranged dozens of fluffy whipped-cream pies, rich chocolate layer cakes, tubs of vanilla and chocolate pudding, jugs of golden syrup, caramel drizzle, strawberry sauce, and extra frosting--everything beautifully displayed on the tables. We took our time chatting on the patio first, laughing, sipping water, letting the sweet anticipation build slowly.When we were both ready, I slipped into my shiny tight black pants and shiny gold top... he loves shiny! We moved to the plastic at our own leisurely pace. I started with a classic whipped-cream pie, holding it close so he could watch before the satisfying Splat across his face. He grinned, licked his lips, asked for more. From there we savored every moment: lemon meringue, banana cream, coconut--each pie thrown or pressed with care, coating his hair and body in fluffy layers. We paused often to chat, wipe cream from his eyes, share smiles.Then came the pours: thick vanilla pudding smushed over his head, rich chocolate pudding cascading down, golden syrup raining in slow, glistening sheets until he shone like wet candy. Caramel and strawberry sauce added bright, sticky streaks. Every texture, every wet schlorp sound was drawn out and enjoyed.By hour three we were both deep in the mess--him a glorious, head-to-toe dessert masterpiece, and me no longer pristine either. The finale was pure delight: I lifted a full family-sized chocolate cake and smashed it across his chest--frosting exploding, sponge crumbling, bits flying onto both of us as we laughed.The last stretch turned into total shared indulgence: smearing pudding with gloved hands, tracing patterns through the layers, pouring the final syrup in long cascades. By the end of our four unhurried hours, we were completely covered in sweetness--hair matted, skin glistening, clothes a mess, both of us euphoric and sticky from head to toe.

The plastic looked like a colorful, creamy explosion--pie tins, crumbs, swirling patterns on the plastic. We hosed each other down gently, laughing the whole time, then he showered in My catsuit lounge while I showered in My main house. These long, sensual sessions at the ranch are all about pure messy joy, connection, and the delicious thrill of being utterly drenched in sweetness--no rush, just shared indulgence.

Until next time

Madame Jade Paris

Goddess of Trance, Queen of Creamy Chaos.