At the crack of dawn Sunday, Debra woke me up with a pitcher of ice cold tea which she poured all over me. The bed has a rubber sheet on the bottom so I was left lying in a puddle of cold water. I rolled over and got completely soaked getting up. As I stood in front of her she took a big blob of marshmellow and stuffed it in my bra and massaged my boobs until it spread. After breakfast we went to the super market for groceries and some "other stuff." We bought Karo Syrup, bannanas from the bargain rack, soft and gooey. Also pudding and yougert. On the way out she stopped and bought two huge cream pies (12" by about 8") and had them bagged seperatly. I asked her what they were for because we have a whole bunch at home. "None of your business," She answered. "You will find out soon enough." I did. As we went to our car Debra stopped me and said, "Drop em!" I was mortified, but did as I was told even though I was beet red and ashamed. However it was exciting even though I was terribly embarressed. She took one of the pies, aluminum plate and all and pushed it down my panties and I had to drive home. It felt so good and I now know why I love Debra so. When we got home we cleaned and than went for a walk in the park and I still had the pie in my panties. Every once in a while a piece would fall down my leg and soon I had a convoy of dogs following us. After the walk we went home and had lunch, which consisted of pasta and sauce and baked beans and brown bread, which as you can guess is on me and in my bra, panties, stockings and shoes. After lunch Debra announced that I was to have the beautiful cream pie for dessert. "Oh wow," I said, "when can I have it?" "Right now," was the answer. She ordered me to my knees and placed the pie on the floor in front of me but just out of reach. "There you are, sweetheart," she said and added, "you must not move forward and place your hands behind your back". I did so and she quickly put handcuffs on my wrists. As I stretched to get at the pie I lost my balance, she put it just out of reach, and went face first into the pie. I struggled to get up but she said I had to finish it before she would unshackle me. I struggled with the pie and even got my hair a mess as I rolled around trying to finish it. After dessert I was allowed to clean up and change my clothes. Later on in the day some of Debby's friends came over for a card game. I was told to dress nicely so that the friends wouldn't be insulted. So I wore a dress suit with a V-necked blouse and stockings, garter belt and lovely black shoes. As I was to serve the ladies sat down and played and I rushed around taking there orders. Soon I spilled a little of a drink on one of the ladies and Debby took me over to the sideboard where the pies were and told me, "Don't you spill another drop!!!" Then she took one of the pies and put it down my blouse and boobs. I went back to serving and soon some pie fell on another of the ladies and I received another pie. The messier I got the more I soiled the guests the more pies I got. Soon the pies were gone and we finished the Afternoon with choclate syrup and carmel topping. As the afternoon ended I was deleriously happy and had a wonderful Sunday. -------------------------------------- Back to Shokolada's Messy Stories archive (http://chocmess.com/splosh/messyarc.htm)