| Gunge Bondage Bondage Kink Linda approached the doorway with trepidation. When she'dlost thebet last night on the tennis match, Linda knew that thenext night would be sexy, sticky, and a little unusual. Cameron wasthe firstman 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 intheoccasional chances at turnabout, she never know for surewhat he'dcome up with next.She walked into the kitchen, nude. Cameron stood there inwhatlooked like a doctor's smock, looking her overappreciatively. Nearby was a metal-and-plastic chaise lounge duct-taped toa lowcoffee table for height and stability. Cameron tossed her a couple of folded-plastic rectangles. "If you'llget dressed," he said with a gleam, "the examination can begin." She shuddered a bit in erotic anticipation. The clear piece unfoldedinto a plastic panty, which she slid through her crotchand tied inbow knots at her hips; the other was a translucent whitetunic formedby cutting arm and neck holes in a kitchen trash bag. Thesoftplastic carressed her nipples as she slid the bag over herhead; thiswas another of Cameron's fetishes that had turned out tobe much moreerotic 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 whenCamerongrabbed her wrists and looped duct tape around them,pinning thembehind the lounge chair. "Hey," she yelped sudden concernin herexpression. Cameron stopped suddenly, looking directly in her eyes. "You trustme, don't you?" he said softly. "You can say the word, and we'llstop."It was true. Whenever their play reached something past either one'slimits, a 'safe word' stopped things immediately, and theyresumed with less extreme pursuits. It had happened before, butoccurredless and less now that they trusted one another more andknew eachother's limits better. More than once, a previousboundary had beenlater passed with glee and gusto. Linda smiled at him, and lay back. She let him slide ablindfoldover her eyes and bind her ankles to the footrest of thechair, thenwaited as he walked around her, pretending to examine herwhiledrinking the sight of her, tied to the chair and 'clothed'in shiny,see- through plastic. She heard paper flip. "Hmm... subject maintainsan almost sexual addiction to plastic garments and gunge spatterings. Hmm."Linda twitched gratefully as a hand covered her left nipple throughthe plastic. Both her nipples were hard now from thestimulation ofthe slight friction the trash bag caused. Slowly, rythmically, Cameron began to pinch and massage her nipple, and she letout a longsigh. Unexpectedly, his tongue flicked across the otherone, and fora few seconds he sucked at her right breast through theplastic, thenmade a hole with his teeth and began suckling at her inearnest. Linda whimpered and arched her back trying to forceherself fartherinto his mouth. Her panty was no longer clear, as a sheenof sweatmisted it over her pussy. His mouth left her breast, and cool air trickled inthrough the hole. She heard him move slightly, and a fingertip lightlybrushed her plastic-covered clitoris. That brought a moan fromLinda's throat, and she started squirming in the lounge as he delicatelymassaged thelips of her vagina for long minutes. Finally, still witha hand onher left breast, he used the plastic panty to stroke herto ashuddering, twitching orgasm. She barely felt his hands leave her, and the paper rustleagain. "Ithink I agree with the diagnosis. Suggested treatment...hmm...repeated exposure to subject's addiction will hopefullycause her tolose interest in the substances.""Not... bloody... likely..." Linda sighed. She heard himpick upsomething that rang slightly against the table, andsomething enterthe hole over her right breast. With a whoosh, whippedcream beganto spray into the trash bag. When the first can ran out,Cameron picked up another, guiding it with his free hand andcontinuing untila thick pillow of cream covered both breasts. A smallpiece of ducttape covered the hole, and he used both hands toredistribute thecream over both breasts and down her sides. "Unhhh,"Linda moaned, her excitement building again. "I AM going to get you forthis, youknow." "Subject unresponsive. Additional treatment?""Just try me, you bastard," she said with a smile. What followed, she could identify with practice; the waistof herplastic panty was pulled away from her stomach, and a chocolate creampie fell from its tin to slide into her crotch. Cameronlet the plastic snap back against her belly, then pulled at theback andsides of the panty so the cream and chocolate rubbeditself into herpussy. With the heel of one hand, he pushed the mixturedown hercrotch; raising her hips slightly, he guided the messdownand spreadit across her ass, then released her. Her buns squelchedinto ahalf-inch of light brown pie."I'm hotter than ever," Linda gasped, and weirdly, it wastrue! Howmany women did he try this on, she sometimes wondered,before hefound someone who got as turned on by all this as she did? And whenwould she have guessed that it would? Cameron had used another piece of tape to pull the whitebag tightlyaround her waist. She knew what was coming next, and hedidn'tdisappoint; a wave of what could only be warm brownie batter cascaded into the neck of the trash bag. Linda couldn't picture thesize of the container he was pouring it from, but with only briefpauses, thechocolate filled the bag from waist to neck, mixing hereand therewith whipped cream. She was covered in goo from neck tocrotch, andthe more she squirmed and twisted in it, the more excitedshe got. She wasn't alone. The blindfold was ripeed from her eyes,showing Cameron slightly wild-eyed. His hands and plastic 'doctorsmock'bore cream-and-chocolate testimony, to what he'd beendoing, and hispenis was as hard as Chinese algebra. She looked down atbulgingbags of pie, chocolate, and whipped cream covering herbreasts, belly, and crotch, looked back at Cameron, and asked,"Well? Whatare you waiting for?"Four inches of cream pie descended on her face. Hetwisted the tinslightly, to work the mess in, then let it fall away. With a fingerhe brushed clear her eyes and nostrils; her tongue did thejob ofclearing her mouth. The front of the plastic panty was gone, and Cameron'sface was inher crotch. He carefully but urgently cleaned her vaginaand clitoris; the sensations caused her to twist aroundfurther in thegunge. When she was as clean as a tongue could manage, helooked upat her with a gleam; she cried, "Yes, damn you! Now!" andhe wasinside her. He didn't last long. That was okay, she was ready. Withtwinscreams, they exchanged their love. They caught their breath. A pair of scissors freed Lindafrom thechair; Cameron sat down on the edge of the table. Shestood up andstretched, then stopped with her arms still high."What is it?" he asked."Look at this," she said in a concerned tone, pointing toa chocolatestreak on the skin visible below the bag. He bent tolook, and sheleaned forward and pulled the bag over his head.. Chocolate batterwith an admixture of whipped cream doused his head and shoulders. Hepulled away, and a grin split his brown face."Bet or no bet," she said, "it's my turn next! Nowc'mon... I'mready to hit the showers." She turned away from him, wiggling herpied rear in his direction, and headed for the bathroom. His eyeslit up again, and he followed, grinning even wider. |