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From: Shokolada <chocmess@wamsat.com>
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Subject: WAM Repost - Gunge Bondage (m/f, food, pies, sex)
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Gunge Bondage, by Shokolada

Linda approached the doorway with trepidation.  When she'd
lost the
bet last night on the tennis match, Linda knew that the
next night
would be sexy, sticky, and a little unusual.  Cameron was
the first
man she'd ever met who was into messy sex with pies and
chocolate;
while she'd learn to enjoy the goo, and even take glee in
the
occasional chances at turnabout, she never know for sure
what he'd
come up with next.

She walked into the kitchen, nude.  Cameron stood there in
what
looked like a doctor's smock, looking her over
appreciatively. 
Nearby was a metal-and-plastic chaise lounge duct-taped to
a low
coffee table for height and stability.

Cameron tossed her a couple of folded-plastic rectangles. 
"If you'll
get dressed," he said with a gleam, "the examination can
begin."  She
shuddered a bit in erotic anticipation.  The clear piece
unfolded
into a plastic panty, which she slid through her crotch
and tied in
bow knots at her hips; the other was a translucent white
tunic formed
by cutting arm and neck holes in a kitchen trash bag.  The
soft
plastic carressed her nipples as she slid the bag over her
head; this
was another of Cameron's fetishes that had turned out to
be much more
erotic than it had seemed at first glance.

Linda hopped up on the chaise lounge without being asked,
settled
back and closed her eyes for a second.  They opened when
Cameron
grabbed her wrists and looped duct tape around them,
pinning them
behind the lounge chair.  "Hey," she yelped sudden concern
in her
expression.

Cameron stopped suddenly, looking directly in her eyes. 
"You trust
me, don't you?" he said softly.  "You can say the word,
and we'll
stop."

It was true.  Whenever their play reached something past
either one's
limits, a 'safe word' stopped things immediately, and they
resumed
with less extreme pursuits.  It had happened before, but
occurred
less and less now that they trusted one another more and
knew each
other's limits better.  More than once, a previous
boundary had been
later passed with glee and gusto.

Linda smiled at him, and lay back.  She let him slide a
blindfold
over her eyes and bind her ankles to the footrest of the
chair, then
waited as he walked around her, pretending to examine her
while
drinking the sight of her, tied to the chair and 'clothed'
in shiny,
see-through plastic.  She heard paper flip. "Hmm...
subject maintains
an almost sexual addiction to plastic garments and gunge
spatterings.
 Hmm."

Linda twitched gratefully as a hand covered her left
nipple through
the plastic.  Both her nipples were hard now from the
stimulation of
the slight friction the trash bag caused.  Slowly,
rythmically,
Cameron began to pinch and massage her nipple, and she let
out a long
sigh.  Unexpectedly, his tongue flicked across the other
one, and for
a few seconds he sucked at her right breast through the
plastic, then
made a hole with his teeth and began suckling at her in
earnest. 
Linda whimpered and arched her back trying to force
herself farther
into his mouth.  Her panty was no longer clear, as a sheen
of sweat
misted it over her pussy.

His mouth left her breast, and cool air trickled in
through the hole.
 She heard him move slightly, and a fingertip lightly
brushed her
plastic-covered clitoris.  That brought a moan from
Linda's throat,
and she started squirming in the lounge as he delicately
massaged the
lips of her vagina for long minutes.  Finally, still with
a hand on
her left breast, he used the plastic panty to stroke her
to a
shuddering, twitching orgasm.

She barely felt his hands leave her, and the paper rustle
again.  "I
think I agree with the diagnosis.  Suggested treatment...
hmm...
repeated exposure to subject's addiction will hopefully
cause her to
lose interest in the substances."

"Not... bloody... likely..." Linda sighed.  She heard him
pick up
something that rang slightly against the table, and
something enter
the hole over her right breast.  With a whoosh, whipped
cream began
to spray into the trash bag. When the first can ran out,
Cameron
picked up another, guiding it with his free hand and
continuing until
a thick pillow of cream covered both breasts.  A small
piece of duct
tape covered the hole, and he used both hands to
redistribute the
cream over both breasts and down her sides.  "Unhhh,"
Linda moaned,
her excitement building again.  "I AM going to get you for
this, you
know."

"Subject unresponsive.  Additional treatment?"

"Just try me, you bastard," she said with a smile.

What followed, she could identify with practice; the waist
of her
plastic panty was pulled away from her stomach, and a
chocolate cream
pie fell from its tin to slide into her crotch.  Cameron
let the
plastic snap back against her belly, then pulled at the
back and
sides of the panty so the cream and chocolate rubbed
itself into her
pussy.  With the heel of one hand, he pushed the mixture
down her
crotch; raising her hips slightly, he guided the mess
downand spread
it across her ass, then released her.  Her buns squelched
into a
half-inch of light brown pie.

"I'm hotter than ever," Linda gasped, and weirdly, it was
true!  How
many women did he try this on, she sometimes wondered,
before he
found someone who got as turned on by all this as she did?
 And when
would she have guessed that it would?

Cameron had used another piece of tape to pull the white
bag tightly
around her waist.  She knew what was coming next, and he
didn't
disappoint; a wave of what could only be warm brownie
batter cascaded
into the neck of the trash bag. Linda couldn't picture the
size of
the container he was pouring it from, but with only brief
pauses, the
chocolate filled the bag from waist to neck, mixing here
and there
with whipped cream.  She was covered in goo from neck to
crotch, and
the more she squirmed and twisted in it, the more excited
she got.

She wasn't alone.  The blindfold was ripeed from her eyes,
showing
Cameron slightly wild-eyed.  His hands and plastic 'doctor
smock'
bore cream-and-chocolate testimony, to what he'd been
doing, and his
penis was as hard as Chinese algebra.  She looked down at
bulging
bags of pie, chocolate, and whipped cream covering her
breasts,
belly, and crotch, looked back at Cameron, and asked,
"Well?  What
are you waiting for?"

Four inches of cream pie descended on her face.  He
twisted the tin
slightly, to work the mess in, then let it fall away. 
With a finger
he brushed clear her eyes and nostrils; her tongue did the
job of
clearing her mouth.

The front of the plastic panty was gone, and Cameron's
face was in
her crotch. He carefully but urgently cleaned her vagina
and
clitoris; the sensations caused her to twist around
further in the
gunge.  When she was as clean as a tongue could manage, he
looked up
at her with a gleam; she cried, "Yes, damn you!  Now!" and
he was
inside her.

He didn't last long.  That was okay, she was ready.  With
twin
screams, they exchanged their love.

They caught their breath.  A pair of scissors freed Linda
from the
chair; Cameron sat down on the edge of the table.  She
stood up and
stretched, then stopped with her arms still high.

"What is it?" he asked.

"Look at this," she said in a concerned tone, pointing to
a chocolate
streak on the skin visible below the bag.  He bent to
look, and she
leaned forward and pulled the bag over his head.. 
Chocolate batter
with an admixture of whipped cream doused his head and
shoulders.  He
pulled away, and a grin split his brown face.

"Bet or no bet," she said, "it's my turn next!  Now
c'mon... I'm
ready to hit the showers."  She turned away from him,
wiggling her
pied rear in his direction, and headed for the bathroom. 
His eyes
lit up again, and he followed, grinning even wider.

Shokolada

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