This work is copyright to Mr Andrew Wilcock and may
not be reproduced in any other form with out prior
permission.
Chapter one. God life needs more mess.
JENNY SAT IN the office doing her duties the day was
warm the sun shone through the windows, making her feel
happy. The messy scene had gone somewhat quiet. Steve
had been away on business and the girls were all busy with
their day jobs. Heidi had spoken about booking a session at
the dungeon, but she had commitments at the bank.
As more paperwork was brought over to Jenny's desk she
briefly gazed out of the window. Her mind cast back to
messy times.
She remembered being tied in-between several chairs and
given a serious pieing off Steve. Really bad, sloppy flans
the kind that splatted and soaked her outfit in one hit.
Inside Jenny felt warm for more than one reason! During
the session Steve had also thrown several buckets of slop
over her, then he had stepped in and torn her blouse open.
Buttons shot across the room like arrow heads. A small
clattering sounds reverberated around the location as the
items bounced off the wall from the force of Steve tearing
open the garment.
Jenny could feel herself wanting to touch her body, this
was not appropriate office behavior. She made her excuses
and made her way to the ladies.
Once in the toilets Jenny entered a cubicle and undid her
blouse, she wasted no time in unclasping her front loading
bra and getting her breasts out, she twisted her stiff nipples
slightly. Just as she was about to put her hand inside her
skirt and into her knickers her phone buzzed. She looked
down Steve was calling. Jenny answered.
“Are you in the toilets, playing with yourself?” Steve
inquired.
“No, hang on? How did you know?” Asked Jenny her
voice going slightly high pitched with submissive
undertones.
She could hear Steve laughing on the other end of the
line. He had guessed, but it was a good call.
Once Jenny had stop playing with herself, she composed
herself long enough to have a conversation.
“What are you up to?”
“Been out to the council depot to get an old wheelie bin.”
Steve replied.
Jenny had to catch her breath dare she ask. Had Steve
been trying to sort out one of her fantasy's?
“What are you planning to do with that?” Inquired Jen.
“Put you in it full of vile mess, then abuse you in a big
way.” Steve retorted.
Jenny could feel herself getting giddy. Her heart beat
increased, she had butterfly in her stomach. She had to
ask.
“So, how do you plan to get me in there?” Jenny inquired
in a soft tone.
“I'm going to chain you to it, cover you oodles of
disgusting mess, then make you submit. Next I will lift you
up, put you in and close the lid. Oh, by the way the lid will
have a hole in it, this is so I can face fuck you in the
wheelie bin, like the degraded slut you crave to be.”
Jenny's legs nearly buckled from the feelings racing
round her body. She had to inquire some more.
“When will this abuse be taking place?”
“This afternoon after work. If you're in the restroom, you
had better look over your outfit and release your going to
get FUCKING DESTROYED in it.” Steve's voice
reinforced the words fucking and destroyed.
Jenny started to giggle, she had to force herself to keep
her voice down so the rest of the work force could not hear
her.
“Speak to you later, I have a bin to prepare as a splosh
torture chamber.” With that Steve ended the conversation.
Jenny looked herself over, a silver satin blouse with grey
pants. High heels with a pair of stockings on. Her lingerie
was a silver front clasping bra and a satin thong. The
bastard knew, Jenny thought he had been secretly watching
her dress this morning. Also Jen realised that when
dressing on a Friday her outfit chosen outfit risked being
trashed. Suddenly the day seemed much better. Jenny did
her hair in the mirror and made sure her outfit looked
impeccable. She might as well look stunning in it. Odds
were in several hours it would be ruined, ripped and she
would be mentally in tatters. Seventh heaven in her eyes.
Upon returning to her desk, she found that more
paperwork had arrived, it did not bother her as later on she
would be a ruined wreck. Jen's mind raced as she worked,
just what would Steve do to her? OMG! The bin has
wheels on it? What if he puts her in the bin and then
pushes her out into the street for everybody to see that
would be utterly degrading. Then again the neighbours
might not appreciate it too much. Jenny wondered if
he might put her in the bin upside down at the start, she
would be defenseless in the panty department. Steve could
work over any way he saw fit. Jenny could feel herself
getting aroused at her desk. She had to be calm and use
self control herself. A colleague in the work space
commented.
“You look a bit flushed Jenny, are you a bit warm? Should
I open a window?”
“Yes, please.” Jenny replied without going into details.
Luckily for Jen there was only an extra hour left in the
working day, then she could escape back to Steve and their
messy playground.
Chapter Two. Put that in the bin will you.
JENNY WALKED BACK from work as the day was
nice. As she strolled down the street her heart was
fluttering, she quickly glanced over her outfit to wish it a
fond farewell. She turned up the driveway and noticed the
gate to the back garden was open. She guessed Steve and
his evil deeds would be waiting for her there.
For some reason she glanced down at her blouse and
noticed her boobs bouncing along somewhat pertly? Jen
peeked her head round into the rear of the property. She
could hear Steve in the garage, quickly she put her bag
down in the kitchen and went to investigate the splosh
workshop.
As Jenny entered Steve had just finished getting all the
goodies ready, pies, gunge, mud, soup, slube and water.
Looked like it was an afternoon of full muck and mess.
Jenny also noticed some ropes hanging from the garage
roof. Oooh was she going to get suspended as well?
“Excuse me, sir, are you the bin man?” Jenny laughed.
Steve turned and spoke.
“Yes, I am from the department of waste and we here to
dispose of this mess that you ordered, but have not used.”
Jenny was about to speak when Steve stole the moment.
“So, we are going to have to fine you for being a wanton
slut!”
“That's no way to speak to me. I pay your wages via my
council taxes.” Jenny giggled as she answered.
“Enough, snotty bin owner.” Steve replied, he followed up
by whipping out a pair of handcuffs.
Before Jenny could do anything she had been chained via
her left hand to the refuse device.
“Right bitch, it's a nice warm day, so why don't we get rid
of some excess water.” Steve laughed as he went through a
selection of buckets in the garage.
Jenny tugged on her restraint, the only way she was going
to move was to drag the wheelie bin round the garage and
that was not an option.
Steve pulled a fast one, he nipped outside and brought in
a ladder.
“God, no. No pouring things from on high. I'll start turning
into a gibbering wreck.” Declared Jenny.
Steve was not interested. He got the bucket of water and
climbed up. Jenny moved forward and pretended to rock
his climbing device that he had placed next to the mobile
bin.SPLOOSH! The water cascaded down over Jenny's
head and shoulders then drenched the front and back of her
silver blouse. Her bra stuck to the fabric. Steve enjoyed the
look. Jenny was cold, but aroused.
“How dare you.” Jenny giggled.
Steve climbed down and walked over to Jenny, he looked
stern. He pulled her hair tipping her head back slightly.
Then he slapped her face lightly.
“Bad girl, no pulling the ladder.” Steve announced he
sounded dominant.
“One more.”Jenny whispered to Steve in a submissive
fashion.
He moved over and slapped her in the same part of her
face a little bit harder for a second time.
“Thank you, sir.” Jenny muttered, she subbed and looked
at the floor.
Steve got another bucket and climbed upwards for a
second time, this time Jenny did not shake the rungs.
“Ready? This is for being bad girl earlier.” Steve
announced.
Jenny did not look up, she knew something really messy
was about to happen. SPLODGE! Yellow emulsion paint
cascaded all down the right hand side of her, the first thing
to get destroyed was the right side of her hairstyle, it all
got flattened by the weight of the heavy liquid. Her right
shoulder was swamped and it washed over her right breast
like a small tidal wave. That ruined the blouse that much
was given.
“OH! You utter bastard Steve.” Jenny giggled as she
looked up at him.
“Pass me that bucket on the shelf next to you. You can
reach it even though you are chained to the bin. No
looking in it.” Steve sounded firm as he spoke.
Jenny did as asked, she picked up the black bucket and
passed it up. As he took hold of it, he accidentally tipped it
up straight away. The contents just happened to be black
gunge it tipped all over Jenny's head and down the front of
her silver blouse. She was drenched in the stuff, the goo
ran down the front of her attire and it seeped into the front
of grey pants, turning the material a different colour
around her crotch.
“Oh my, look what happened to you!” Steve declared in a
fit of giggles.
“Hmm? Looks like I might have had an accident or two in
the last couple of minutes.” Jenny laughed, her hair
splattering gunge and paint over the garage as she turned.
“Now look what you've done. Bits of mess are going
everywhere. We can't take you anywhere.” Steve pointed
to the walls.
“Sorry, sir. Somebody has taken to chaining me to a bin
and then covering me in muck.” Jenny replied, she added a
pout for good measure.
“I think we need to up the treatment, if you don't behave
you're going in the wheelie bin.” Steve replied.
Jenny glanced over at the lid. He had done it, there was a
hole for head to stick out of. Her knees went weak at the
thought of the degrading fun that could be had.
Chapter Three. GET THE PIES!
The full version of this and many other kinky stories are
now available at the kindle store.
https://www.amazon.co.uk/s/ref=dp_b...l-text&text=Andrew+Wilcock&sort=relevancerank
not be reproduced in any other form with out prior
permission.
Chapter one. God life needs more mess.
JENNY SAT IN the office doing her duties the day was
warm the sun shone through the windows, making her feel
happy. The messy scene had gone somewhat quiet. Steve
had been away on business and the girls were all busy with
their day jobs. Heidi had spoken about booking a session at
the dungeon, but she had commitments at the bank.
As more paperwork was brought over to Jenny's desk she
briefly gazed out of the window. Her mind cast back to
messy times.
She remembered being tied in-between several chairs and
given a serious pieing off Steve. Really bad, sloppy flans
the kind that splatted and soaked her outfit in one hit.
Inside Jenny felt warm for more than one reason! During
the session Steve had also thrown several buckets of slop
over her, then he had stepped in and torn her blouse open.
Buttons shot across the room like arrow heads. A small
clattering sounds reverberated around the location as the
items bounced off the wall from the force of Steve tearing
open the garment.
Jenny could feel herself wanting to touch her body, this
was not appropriate office behavior. She made her excuses
and made her way to the ladies.
Once in the toilets Jenny entered a cubicle and undid her
blouse, she wasted no time in unclasping her front loading
bra and getting her breasts out, she twisted her stiff nipples
slightly. Just as she was about to put her hand inside her
skirt and into her knickers her phone buzzed. She looked
down Steve was calling. Jenny answered.
“Are you in the toilets, playing with yourself?” Steve
inquired.
“No, hang on? How did you know?” Asked Jenny her
voice going slightly high pitched with submissive
undertones.
She could hear Steve laughing on the other end of the
line. He had guessed, but it was a good call.
Once Jenny had stop playing with herself, she composed
herself long enough to have a conversation.
“What are you up to?”
“Been out to the council depot to get an old wheelie bin.”
Steve replied.
Jenny had to catch her breath dare she ask. Had Steve
been trying to sort out one of her fantasy's?
“What are you planning to do with that?” Inquired Jen.
“Put you in it full of vile mess, then abuse you in a big
way.” Steve retorted.
Jenny could feel herself getting giddy. Her heart beat
increased, she had butterfly in her stomach. She had to
ask.
“So, how do you plan to get me in there?” Jenny inquired
in a soft tone.
“I'm going to chain you to it, cover you oodles of
disgusting mess, then make you submit. Next I will lift you
up, put you in and close the lid. Oh, by the way the lid will
have a hole in it, this is so I can face fuck you in the
wheelie bin, like the degraded slut you crave to be.”
Jenny's legs nearly buckled from the feelings racing
round her body. She had to inquire some more.
“When will this abuse be taking place?”
“This afternoon after work. If you're in the restroom, you
had better look over your outfit and release your going to
get FUCKING DESTROYED in it.” Steve's voice
reinforced the words fucking and destroyed.
Jenny started to giggle, she had to force herself to keep
her voice down so the rest of the work force could not hear
her.
“Speak to you later, I have a bin to prepare as a splosh
torture chamber.” With that Steve ended the conversation.
Jenny looked herself over, a silver satin blouse with grey
pants. High heels with a pair of stockings on. Her lingerie
was a silver front clasping bra and a satin thong. The
bastard knew, Jenny thought he had been secretly watching
her dress this morning. Also Jen realised that when
dressing on a Friday her outfit chosen outfit risked being
trashed. Suddenly the day seemed much better. Jenny did
her hair in the mirror and made sure her outfit looked
impeccable. She might as well look stunning in it. Odds
were in several hours it would be ruined, ripped and she
would be mentally in tatters. Seventh heaven in her eyes.
Upon returning to her desk, she found that more
paperwork had arrived, it did not bother her as later on she
would be a ruined wreck. Jen's mind raced as she worked,
just what would Steve do to her? OMG! The bin has
wheels on it? What if he puts her in the bin and then
pushes her out into the street for everybody to see that
would be utterly degrading. Then again the neighbours
might not appreciate it too much. Jenny wondered if
he might put her in the bin upside down at the start, she
would be defenseless in the panty department. Steve could
work over any way he saw fit. Jenny could feel herself
getting aroused at her desk. She had to be calm and use
self control herself. A colleague in the work space
commented.
“You look a bit flushed Jenny, are you a bit warm? Should
I open a window?”
“Yes, please.” Jenny replied without going into details.
Luckily for Jen there was only an extra hour left in the
working day, then she could escape back to Steve and their
messy playground.
Chapter Two. Put that in the bin will you.
JENNY WALKED BACK from work as the day was
nice. As she strolled down the street her heart was
fluttering, she quickly glanced over her outfit to wish it a
fond farewell. She turned up the driveway and noticed the
gate to the back garden was open. She guessed Steve and
his evil deeds would be waiting for her there.
For some reason she glanced down at her blouse and
noticed her boobs bouncing along somewhat pertly? Jen
peeked her head round into the rear of the property. She
could hear Steve in the garage, quickly she put her bag
down in the kitchen and went to investigate the splosh
workshop.
As Jenny entered Steve had just finished getting all the
goodies ready, pies, gunge, mud, soup, slube and water.
Looked like it was an afternoon of full muck and mess.
Jenny also noticed some ropes hanging from the garage
roof. Oooh was she going to get suspended as well?
“Excuse me, sir, are you the bin man?” Jenny laughed.
Steve turned and spoke.
“Yes, I am from the department of waste and we here to
dispose of this mess that you ordered, but have not used.”
Jenny was about to speak when Steve stole the moment.
“So, we are going to have to fine you for being a wanton
slut!”
“That's no way to speak to me. I pay your wages via my
council taxes.” Jenny giggled as she answered.
“Enough, snotty bin owner.” Steve replied, he followed up
by whipping out a pair of handcuffs.
Before Jenny could do anything she had been chained via
her left hand to the refuse device.
“Right bitch, it's a nice warm day, so why don't we get rid
of some excess water.” Steve laughed as he went through a
selection of buckets in the garage.
Jenny tugged on her restraint, the only way she was going
to move was to drag the wheelie bin round the garage and
that was not an option.
Steve pulled a fast one, he nipped outside and brought in
a ladder.
“God, no. No pouring things from on high. I'll start turning
into a gibbering wreck.” Declared Jenny.
Steve was not interested. He got the bucket of water and
climbed up. Jenny moved forward and pretended to rock
his climbing device that he had placed next to the mobile
bin.SPLOOSH! The water cascaded down over Jenny's
head and shoulders then drenched the front and back of her
silver blouse. Her bra stuck to the fabric. Steve enjoyed the
look. Jenny was cold, but aroused.
“How dare you.” Jenny giggled.
Steve climbed down and walked over to Jenny, he looked
stern. He pulled her hair tipping her head back slightly.
Then he slapped her face lightly.
“Bad girl, no pulling the ladder.” Steve announced he
sounded dominant.
“One more.”Jenny whispered to Steve in a submissive
fashion.
He moved over and slapped her in the same part of her
face a little bit harder for a second time.
“Thank you, sir.” Jenny muttered, she subbed and looked
at the floor.
Steve got another bucket and climbed upwards for a
second time, this time Jenny did not shake the rungs.
“Ready? This is for being bad girl earlier.” Steve
announced.
Jenny did not look up, she knew something really messy
was about to happen. SPLODGE! Yellow emulsion paint
cascaded all down the right hand side of her, the first thing
to get destroyed was the right side of her hairstyle, it all
got flattened by the weight of the heavy liquid. Her right
shoulder was swamped and it washed over her right breast
like a small tidal wave. That ruined the blouse that much
was given.
“OH! You utter bastard Steve.” Jenny giggled as she
looked up at him.
“Pass me that bucket on the shelf next to you. You can
reach it even though you are chained to the bin. No
looking in it.” Steve sounded firm as he spoke.
Jenny did as asked, she picked up the black bucket and
passed it up. As he took hold of it, he accidentally tipped it
up straight away. The contents just happened to be black
gunge it tipped all over Jenny's head and down the front of
her silver blouse. She was drenched in the stuff, the goo
ran down the front of her attire and it seeped into the front
of grey pants, turning the material a different colour
around her crotch.
“Oh my, look what happened to you!” Steve declared in a
fit of giggles.
“Hmm? Looks like I might have had an accident or two in
the last couple of minutes.” Jenny laughed, her hair
splattering gunge and paint over the garage as she turned.
“Now look what you've done. Bits of mess are going
everywhere. We can't take you anywhere.” Steve pointed
to the walls.
“Sorry, sir. Somebody has taken to chaining me to a bin
and then covering me in muck.” Jenny replied, she added a
pout for good measure.
“I think we need to up the treatment, if you don't behave
you're going in the wheelie bin.” Steve replied.
Jenny glanced over at the lid. He had done it, there was a
hole for head to stick out of. Her knees went weak at the
thought of the degrading fun that could be had.
Chapter Three. GET THE PIES!
The full version of this and many other kinky stories are
now available at the kindle store.
https://www.amazon.co.uk/s/ref=dp_b...l-text&text=Andrew+Wilcock&sort=relevancerank
