Story: The Performance         Messygirl shivered a bit from stage fright as she entered the room with one wall curtained off. She still wasn't sure why she had accepted this "performance" at a club, but it paid a couple of thousand dollars and they were going to make sure that she had a good degree of anonymity. After a few minutes she decided it was definitely the exhibitionist streak in her that was responsible for it, and the broke part of her checking account.         Straightening out the pleated skirt that she was wearing, she looked at her reflection in the mirror and was pleased with the effect of the outfit she had selected to wear, afterall it was old and she'd be more than covering it's costs. The black skirt was just above her knees and twirled nicely, and was matched by the plain white blouse and a simple black vest. Rounding out the outfit was a pair of white socks (which had been requested by management for reasons she could only guess at) but overall it was carried well. Admittedly the blouse strained a little bit over her breasts but she didn't think her "audience" was going to care.         A few minutes before she knew things were going to begin, her "tormentor" walked in the room, which was his role in name only since he was the one who first told her about this gig. He worked at the bakery that she frequented and she had already done messy work "with" him on video.         "Just about ready?", he asked, pulling out the blindfold which would wrap around her head covering her ears and her eyes down over her nose.         "Yeah, but nervous as hell...", she answered as she looked up seeing the hook at the top of the ceiling. Streching she watched the fairly good looking baker who went by the name "Tim" around her slid a length of rope over the hook and brought it back down.         "Blindfold first, or getting into position first?", he asked with a smile.         "Tie me up first I think.", MG answered, pulling the cuffs down to expose her wrists, already feeling a bit moist at the prospect of being tied up.         Quickly and expertly he tied the rope around her wrists, loose enough so they wouldn't chafe and also easily removed if her arms got too tired. The "show" was only supposed to be half an hour and she felt she could easily endure that much time with her hands above her head given the amount of practice in her life, the thought of which made her smile.         Carefully he moved behind her and began to put on the blindfold. "Just remember I'll be cueing you if we get signaled to do any dialogue.", he reassured as he grabbed MG's ass. Smiling, wiggling and letting out a pleasant purr, she answered, "I'll remember, you'll have a hard time not getting me to announce what a messy slut I am."         "Comfy?", he asked after adjusting the blindfold. "Yep, when do we start.", she asked. "In a minute, the lights outside should be bright enough that you'll be able to tell when they're on you, at least they were for me." "When did you do this?", she asked with a giggle. "Last week for ladies night.", he answered dryly.         There was a knock at the door and he pulled the mask down over his face (which was just a hood that covered him down to his nose) just before the curtain opened and the bright lights shined in.         Messygirl could hear the hooting and hollering through the glass, much to her surprise there were clearly female voices out there. Biting down on her lower lip as she tried to imagine the area outside filled with people she began to wriggle and struggle like she was instructed to, tugging and the ropes and acting frightened and desperate.         The first sensation that hit her at this point was the weight of something being applied to her head and the second thing was the smell of the chocolate and accurately guessed this was the pudding.         A tap to her butt cued her to let out a cry "Oh God, what are you doing to my hair!" she yelled knowing that the microphones in the booth would be picking it up and playing it out to the audience over the music. At that point he moved behind her, very close behind her so that she could feel his reaction as he began to shampoo the thick chocolate mess into her hair. Crying out again "Stop it! I don't deserve this!", she felt herself getting wetter as some of the pudding began to run down the back of her neck.         Wondering if she was playing it up okay, she could hear the hoots and hollers and she began to struggle again this time being rewarded with the sensation of a pie smashing into her face, the cream and filling oozing over her exposed mouth and up over the blindfold into her hair. Two more pies were smashed on either side of her face and she felt her jaw drop. Being blind she didn't know what was coming next and she gasped as she felt yet another pie being smeared over her face, some of the filling dropping down onto her chest.         Messygirl then felt fingers pulling the front of her shirt away from her neck and a stream of sticky liquid start flowing down along her skin which she immediately placed (from lots of experience) as syrup. The thick liquid turned her shirt transparent and her loose hanging vest was showing off the fact she wasn't wearing a bra much to the enjoyment of the crowd.         Trying to sound as pathetic as she could considering she wanted to be messed up even more, she pleaded for her torment to stop which got the crowd going even stronger. Her arms starting to be sore she felt the first dribble of something cold and sticky, then some lumps of something oozing their way down her arms towards her head. Struggling only made it splatter down on her until she got a whiff of the cherry sauce, which was causing her blouse to stick to her arms and she could imagine the dark red that it was being stained on it's way down. As if on cue she got another whiff of chocolate and could feel chocolate syrup being poured down the insides of her sleeves. Sluggishly it worked its way down her arms before finally dripping down her sides, sending shivers of delight through her. Starting to moan more from pleasure than discomfort she felt a cake get shoved into her face, then smeared down her chest and stomach. Finally she felt hands pulling at the front of her skirt and she let out a yelp as something thick and creamy was poured into her panties which she would later discover was a thick custard which began to ooze out of the leg holes of her panties and down her legs.         Almost mechanically she felt her legs being lifted up before she could feel some sort of cold slime soaking into one of her socks before it enveloped her foot. By rolling her head she could see a little bit below of blindfold and saw her foot in a transparent bowl of strawberry jam. She could feel it oozing around her foot. She let out a moan as she felt hands pull the sock away from her foot and start sliding jam down into it before starting up her bare leg. Slowly the hands worked up her calf, smearing it with more and more jam as they went up so it would ooze and drip down her leg, especially where it was meeting the custard.         Next she felt something even thicker than the custard in her panties being dumped down her other leg which made sure that the was poking through her soaked and sticky blouse.         She heard him whisper "Yoghurt.", as he stood up and she could hear the clanking of bowls and she realized that's what he just used on her leg. She wasn't sure what happened next but she would be told that she ended up having a chocolate cake smashed in her face and her blouse and vest completely soaked with cola, orange drink, then smeared with onion dip, guacamole and finally splattered with handfuls of spaghetti thrown at her chest and face. She could hear the mess falling to the floor and the combination of smells made her really want to wipe her nose but the sensation of honey running down her arms before a final coating of flour made her sneeze. Truth be told she wanted her hands free so she could really put on a show because she was already grinding her sticky and slippery thighs together working the custard which had pooled between her legs.         The crowd was still cheering and MG was reveling in this "performance", especially when she felt the front of her blouse being ripped open and being peeled slowly off her sticky breasts. She felt the hands move up and down her sides before sliding around behind her back and unzipping her skirt. She felt the material being dragged down her messy legs to expose her yellow stain from the custard down the front. Moaning with delight, MG reveled in the feeling as she felt the familiar feel of crust and pie filling and topping mixed together from the tins being dumped in her panties to ooze and squelch and rub against her. Pushing her legs apart she started to hump the air as she felt the pie slop being dumped down her shoulders and his hands start working the slime into her breasts.         Finally she heard the crowd roar and she screeched as she felt a thick, cold slime flow over her body starting from her hair before pouring over her face and down her body. Catching the scent she realized that she was now going to be a different color and got some clues that she had a large container of blue paint dumped over her.         Grinding in the air and moaning with ecstasy she felt her hands being cut down and fall to her side. The surprise dumped her back on her ass, which caused the mess between her legs to squirt up along her crack and out the top and legs of her panties. The crowd went wild as they saw her lying on her back with her heavily stained panties, legs wide apart with her feet still in the bowls of gunk.         Pulling her feet out of the jam bowl she sat up and dumped the contents down her breasts into her lap before reaching into her panties and smearing the mess in her hands up over her face and into her hair. Grabbing her crotch she began to rub herself off, letting her moans and groans be broadcast to the audience as she started to scream that she was a messy slut and then came loudly which got her a standing ovation from the audience and as she caressed herself with her hands, rubbing the stickiness in she saw the curtain closed.         Pulling off her blindfold and cleaning her eyes she could see herself in a mirror on the ceiling, covered in blue paint among other messes, dressed only in panties and socks, panting and just wanting to go at it again. Sliding her hands into her panties she started to play with herself again before she as she laid there covered in gunge.         She saw Tim looking at her approvingly. "You did well, you're a hit." he said, adding a wry smile. "There's a shower in the room to your right, you can enjoy yourself in here as long as you want, no one will disturb you." and he walked out of the room.         Lounging back, Messygirl sighed and decided that she would stay a little longer....