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Dec 10, 2009
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All writing is copyright of Mr Andrew Wilcock and cannot
be reproduced without prior consent of the author. Nor can
the work be re-sold without prior agreement. All rights
reserved. All characters in this story are a suspension of
belief and do not portray anybody in the real world.


Mistress's Dungeon 22ndof July, 4.30pm

KAREN WAS BENT over a white bath in the messy
section of the dungeon, facing her was Jenny who was,
well, in a right state! She was covered in all sorts! Next to
her was Claire, she too had not fared much better. One side
of her pristine, shiny white blouse was a dark grey colour
from all the food, gunge and paint she had thrown over her
in the last thirty minutes. The other side was transparent
from the cooking oil that Master Derek was relishing
pouring all over her.
'Please Mistress, we'll be good? Show mercy on our
outfit's. These are our best interview clothes,' wailed
Karen. Though the word good, didn't sound too
convincing!
Jenny was pushed over the bath so that her body was
lifted and dangling over the edge, she was then dumped in
so her head and chest submerged, her light blue blouse
took a pounding.
Oh the bath? What is in it we hear you ask? It's full of
purple gunge! What else did you expect Mistress to put in
it, clean water! Gunge and custard was splattered over
some of the white tiles that lined the wet room. From the
state of the area, the messy play was full on.
Jenny was lifted back out by Steve, he went to work on
her with verbal torment.
'So splosh slut, do you give? Are you ready to accept you
are a gunge slut?' Steve sounded dominant and powerful as
he spoke.
'No! Do as you must, you will never break me, Karen or
Claire,' there was some spluttering as Jenny spoke, the
purple gunge was dribbling down her face and into her
mouth. Jenny's light blue satin blouse was awash with the
mess.
She had loved every moment of the session. For a moment
she thought about Deb's and Karen's bath idea.
Shame Deb's is away on business she would have loved
this messy vandalisation session, we're being pounded
with gunge, pies, mud, food. Great idea of Karen's to get a
bath filled with purple gunge and have our heads dunked
in it time and time again. I believe Karen and Deb's saw
something similar a water bondage site.

Just as Jenny was thinking about the enjoyment of the
day. Claire was picked up by Master Derek, being bound
at the rear via her ankles, knees, and wrists she was unable
to do anything. Claire was lifted by her blouse and
dumped into the bath side on, she landed with a huge
SPLODGE! Gunge ran up the tub like a tidal wave and
washed over the faces of Karen and Jenny.
Claire's outfit was failing rapidly, the already pounded
white blouse was now being drenched in purple gunge.
Claire lay on her side in the bath unable to speak due to
her gag. She gazed at Jenny, her eyes telling her she was
buzzing from the abusive, messy torment. The short black
PVC skirt with suspender belt attachments that barely
covered her pert ass was also sopping in goo. The black
seemed stockings that Claire had put on for the play now
had a rip in them around the left knee. She was hit with
verbal taunts for a violation in her uniform. All the girls
reeled from the verbal lashing, Master Jason knew what
words would break them down and make them want to be
gunge sluts.
Mistress undid the rear zip of Claire's skirt and exposed
her ass cheeks, she slapped her left butt cheek hard, three
times.
The skirt got re zipped, but only enough so it stayed on.
Most of Claire's pert ass was available for abuse should
anybody see fit.
Master Derek stepped in and spun Claire round twice in
the bath, she submerged under the purple slime. It covered
her head and hair like a second skin. Claire moaned
submissively as Master Derek abused her with the mess.
He then sat her up and dragged her out of the bath. Gunge
dripped all over the floor. He lay Claire down on her back
so she could do nothing. She was helpless. Slime slowly
dripped from every part of her outfit, she glimpsed down
her outfit.
God! Yes! I'm drenched in purple gunge. Bring it on, take
me to the edge. Use me!

Jenny gasped out loud as she watched helplessly as Claire
was dunked. The problem was both herself and Karen
were in the same predicament. Tied in the same positions
and in matching skirts, they were ripe for abuse.
Dave moved in and head dunked Karen in the purple
slop, he pushed her head right under. After a couple of
seconds of silent torture he pulled her up. The goo ran off
her hair and face like a shower head. He could hear Karen
sucking in air, this was the time to her hit with some
degrading questioning.
'Who wears a tarty skirt like yours for an interview?
Fucking suspender belts on show as part of the outfit, you
fucking gunge slut. You should be fucked in the bath of
gunge!' Dave's announcement penetrated Karen to the
core, she loved it, even though her head was muddled the
subby brat inside her compelled her to answer.
'Ooh, yes, please,' gasped Karen in a submissive tone, her
head forward and limp as she stared into the bath.
As Karen was joyfully moaning about her gunge
dunking. Jenny watched Claire having custard poured all
over her breasts through her blouse as she lay unable to
move on the floor. Master Derek was now squirting
custard over her nipples by pulling her blouse up slightly
exposing the opening's in between the buttons. Jenny
could see Claire wriggling and trying to defend herself.
Claire is trashed! They've really gone to town on her. I
hope Steve will get me next. Jenny's submissive side was
running wild with excitement. She could not stop smiling,
her enthusiasm for the event was coming forth through her
happy go lucky personality.
Steve moved in, he was behind her. The nervous joy was
reaching fever pitch for Jenny. He slapped a custard pie in
her face, quickly he partially unzipped her black wet look
PVC skirt and powered a pie into her ass cheeks.
'Yes, sir!” gasped Jenny. The force of the delivery pushed
her up against the side of the white bath. She could hear
and see the custard splattering all over her and the room.
'Nice shot, Steve,' commented Mistress as she passed him
another pie.
The second attack impacted Jenny on top of the head, all
the contents from the left side of the flan hit Karen in the
center of her forehead and dripped down her face.
Karen could feel Dave pulling at her black knickers, they
slid off and over her suspender attachments. Dave pulled
her up by her hair, Mistress powered a catering size flan
into her face. Karen was awash with a mess, her makeup
was running as well.
'Fucking slut, you deserve at least another ten! It's your
fault Claire is gagged and her clothes are ruined!'
Mistress's abuse penetrated Karen's defenses, for the
second time in a matter of minutes Karen's submissive
walls had been breached. . It worked, Karen looked over
and worried about Claire. She felt Dave slapping her ass
cheeks hard, as though he was getting ready to give her the
messy fucking she craved.
As Karen waited to be taken by her partner. She drifted
back for a moment to how this afternoon's messy mayhem
had begun.


Karen and Dave's house, 2.30 pm same day.

KAREN TOOK THE purple satin blouse off the hangar
it was resting on, it had been brought out of the wardrobe
several hours earlier. Karen had found herself wandering
back to the bedroom, she kept wanting to come in and
stare at the top. The colour, the shininess, how it would
hang off her body once it was worn, Karen had done this a
couple of times before it was time to get messy. For her
this was part of the build up to the play. By gazing at her
outfit, it set her off messy emotions, spurring her on for the
session. On the bed lay a short black PVC skirt with
suspender belt attachments and a pair of black seamed
stockings. This was the attire the girls had been ordered to
wear. The blouses had to be full sleeve, no breast pockets.
Bra's were not allowed. Black high heels, but these would
be discarded once in the wet room of the dungeon.
Karen stared at the PVC skirt for a moment, then she
picked it up and held it next to the blouse.
What a kinky fucking lush outfit for getting trashed in!
The knickers draw was opened in the bedside cabinet,
Mistress had not stipulated to the girls what type or colour
panties must be worn? But, Karen felt black satin was the
order of the day. They would go well with the wet look,
sexy, short, suspender belt skirt. The rear zip looked cool,
Dave or anybody else could slide it open and abuse her
holes, then do her back up again. For a moment Karen's
mind wandered as she thought what it would be like to be
wearing it at the farm? Being forced to crawl face forward
through a pig pen with today's play gear on.
God! Imagine what would happen, I would stink! I get up
from crawling only for Dave to pick me up and throw me
like a used rag into a filthy muck heap. He rolls me around
in it, then fucks me in my stinking clothes!

The door opening into the bedroom snapped Karen back.
'Oi, oi! What's happening in here then?' inquired Dave in a
wry, I may just fuck you here and now voice.
'I was daydreaming about getting abused in this PVC skirt
that Deb's had got from her American suppliers on her
business trip.... It's a shame Deb's had to be away again,'
Karen's heart seemed heavy for a moment as she spoke
about Deb's, she had helped put the idea together.
'Yeah, it's a shame, as that water bondage video you both
had been watching when I was out the other evening
looked awesome..... I knew Mistress Heather would like
the idea,' Dave grinned as he recalled watching the movie.
As Karen got out of her bathrobe to get ready, Dave
continued the conversation.
'I love the way Mistress has ordered everybody to travel up
in their trashing attire, including the slutty skirts.'
'Well, what Mistress wants, Mistress gets! Or, we get it?
Come to think of it, we'll still get it!' Karen laughed as she
announced the obvious.
'I do wonder sometimes were Mistress Heather keeps all
the gear for playing, with her having her dungeon in a
converted flat? I know the place is huge with it being over
some garages, but you still have to wonder?' Dave sounded
inquisitive.
'You've answered your own question, dummy! The
garage's downstairs.....' The answer was followed by
laughter from Karen.
'Nobody likes a smart arse,' replied Dave as Karen put the
blouse on with no bra, as ordered.
'I fucking love it when you wear a blouse for messy play
with no bra. I just want to power custard pies into those
tits all day,' announced Dave, his octaves going slightly
higher, showing signs of sexual excitement.
'Pound me when we get into the dungeon........... Big boy!'
Karen smiled as she spoke, she gave a passing glance at
Dave's crotch.
Dave knew it would be fun.


Jenny and Steve's pad, 2.32pm

'JEN GET A move on we need to be leaving for about
three pm,' Steve shouted up the stairs.
'Just doing my hair babe.... This light blue satin blouse
looks top for playing in. Where did you get it?' half
shouted Jenny through the open bedroom door as she
started dressing for the event.
'It's another one from the charity shop, same place I got the
red outfit for Mr Menson's farm from,' again Steve
yelled up the stairwell and over the landing to the
bedroom.
'You mean the same place Mistress Heather told you to go
and buy my red outfit from!' Jenny was half shouting when
Steve appeared at the top of the stairs strolling across the
landing.
'I love this PVC skirts that Deb's got for you from
America, sexy as fuck.....' Steve had to take a little pause
before he exhaled, every time he looked at the skirt he
was drawn to the suspender belt attachments, he thought
the purchase was horny as fuck.
'Well, you proved that the other night when Deb's and
Karen dropped it off!' Jenny smiled at Steve to remind him
how much she had enjoyed being fucked by him, whilst
only being allowed to wear the skirt with a pair of
stockings attached.
'Was a bit of a full on sex moment wasn't it! I love it when
you go all squeaky and girly when you're being used,
taken, fucked, licked out, or forced to cum.' Steve had to
force himself to breathe when saying the combination of
sex words, as he was getting aroused.
Jenny slid the skirt up and did a little spin for Steve, she
followed up with a quick pout.
'Blouse tucked in or hanging out? Normal or slutty style,
sir?' inquired Jen.
'Hanging out, don't tuck it in..... God! I want to fuck you
here and now,' Steve sounded playful and sexy as he
spoke.
'No! You have to wait until Mistress gives you the word,
then fucking abuse me babe, lay it on me heavy today, use
everything against me, my height, breast size, looks, job,
my love of being submissive, my sploshing fetish, lash me
with waves of verbal humiliation.... It will drive me nuts
sexually, I'll be gasping to blow you.... Make sure to
drench me in all sorts of vile mess,' Jenny was beaming
from cheek to cheek as she regaled her wishes. Her outfit
looked shiny and pristine, her makeup was perfect, she
was ready, not a hair out of place.
Steve knew why he loved Jenny. One: She was fit as
fuck, even first thing in the morning! Two: Her submissive
side was too horny for words, the things she would let him
do to her when she was in those moods, had reached new
heights. Three: This, oddly, seemed to come out as the last
thing on the list, but was always the most important, her
personality seemed to make her shine inside, it was like
she had a happy soul. Steve knew he was a lucky guy.
Steve dragged himself away from the bedroom so Jenny
could get ready. He buzzed off the thought of making her
go the dungeon dressed for play. Mistress had done it
again!

Claire coming off shift at the hospital, 2.40pm

HMM? THIS IS going to be interesting? How do I get to
the dungeon in a shiny white satin blouse with what is
basically a sex skirt on view? Trust me to have a shift on
the day we all plan to play. At least my run has finished
early enough that I can attend. I love these humiliation
sessions. This PVC skirt Deb's got from America is just the
ticket for a kink session like this. Shame she has had to go
back over on business. She knows how to party, she takes
a good pie as well.

Claire made her way to the rest room to get changed.


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regards

Andy and the team.




*Feedback. What do you think on the emotions being displayed
from the characters during the play, do you think it adds to
read or detracts? I'm attempting to put more depth into the
characters to make them more like life... Your constructive
views would be appreciated.*
 

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