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Lying on my bed, T-shirt hitched
up round my
armpits, crumpled boxer shorts by my side, "Kleenex runway" making its
way down from my chest to my belly, I find myself, as if
on cue,
imagining an old and much-loved scene. Here's how it
goes... Luisa-Charlotte, tranny ex machina and
superstar
slut princess, is walking across the dancefloor of a fetish club -
Submission, the old Rubber Nipple Club, something like that - dressed
up as a schoolgirl. You know the archetype - black lace-ups, white
stockings, short red split skirt, red sweater, white shirt and red
school tie with diagonal white stripes; all this topped off by
Chloe-Webb-as-Nancy-Spungen -in- "Sid and Nancy"-style hair (the kind I
used to have, by the way!) and some pretty serious make-up - a thick
mask of Pan-Stik, bright red lip gloss, black mascara, eyeshadow and
thick black eyelashes - just so everyone knows she's definitely a
tranny, right? Yeah, yeah, whatever...
So anyway, Luisa-Charlotte's making her way across that dancefloor - all eyes on her, tongues drooling, dicks rising and snatches sweetening in appreciation, when suddenly she is apprehended by a gang of female dominatrixes... Oh for Chr*st's sake, do I have to spell it out? Stiletto boots, gloves, corsets, brassieres, black patent leather from head to toe; you all know what I'm talking about, right? Yeah, yeah, whatever... These dominatrixes - beautiful, hard and sexy to a bitch - drag Luisa-Charlotte, kicking and struggling, over to a pillory (a raised set of stocks) and lock her in by her head and hands. They then force her legs apart, and keep them apart by means of shackles attached to the floor. By this time, a large crowd has gathered round, and Luisa-Charlotte sees that it includes friends, acquaintances, all the people she admires and wishes to impress the most. They are all rubbing their hands in eager anticipation of the spectacle that is about to take place.
The dominatrixes begin by hitching Luisa-Charlotte's skirt up and pulling her knickers down around her ankles. They then take it in turns to spank her; not very hard, of course, but hard enough to make her wince and to turn her buttocks a pleasing shade of red. One of the dominatrixes walks round to the front of the pillory, and watches Luisa-Charlotte for a moment, clearly enjoying her confusion and bewilderment. She can see Luisa-Charlotte has no idea what the dominatrix has in store for her.
The dominatrix produces a can of shaving cream, and giving it a good shake, she squirts a load out onto a paper plate. Seeing this, the crowd of onlookers gasp with delight and begin whispering to one another. They know what is about to happen - and so does Luisa-Charlotte.
'Does little Luisa-Charlotte want to be humiliated, like the little queen she is?,' the dominatrix laughs, as she holds the paper plate loaded with shaving cream up for Luisa-Charlotte to see. Then, taking aim, she pushes it into Luisa-Charlotte's face, taking time to rub the plate round and round before pulling it off to reveal a thick mask of shaving cream completely covering little Luisa-Charlotte's face. Leaning forward, the dominatrix picks the shaving cream from Luisa-Charlotte's eyelids, lips and nostrils; then, flicking the cream from her fingers, she stands back to survey her work.
So anyway, Luisa-Charlotte's making her way across that dancefloor - all eyes on her, tongues drooling, dicks rising and snatches sweetening in appreciation, when suddenly she is apprehended by a gang of female dominatrixes... Oh for Chr*st's sake, do I have to spell it out? Stiletto boots, gloves, corsets, brassieres, black patent leather from head to toe; you all know what I'm talking about, right? Yeah, yeah, whatever... These dominatrixes - beautiful, hard and sexy to a bitch - drag Luisa-Charlotte, kicking and struggling, over to a pillory (a raised set of stocks) and lock her in by her head and hands. They then force her legs apart, and keep them apart by means of shackles attached to the floor. By this time, a large crowd has gathered round, and Luisa-Charlotte sees that it includes friends, acquaintances, all the people she admires and wishes to impress the most. They are all rubbing their hands in eager anticipation of the spectacle that is about to take place.
The dominatrixes begin by hitching Luisa-Charlotte's skirt up and pulling her knickers down around her ankles. They then take it in turns to spank her; not very hard, of course, but hard enough to make her wince and to turn her buttocks a pleasing shade of red. One of the dominatrixes walks round to the front of the pillory, and watches Luisa-Charlotte for a moment, clearly enjoying her confusion and bewilderment. She can see Luisa-Charlotte has no idea what the dominatrix has in store for her.
The dominatrix produces a can of shaving cream, and giving it a good shake, she squirts a load out onto a paper plate. Seeing this, the crowd of onlookers gasp with delight and begin whispering to one another. They know what is about to happen - and so does Luisa-Charlotte.
'Does little Luisa-Charlotte want to be humiliated, like the little queen she is?,' the dominatrix laughs, as she holds the paper plate loaded with shaving cream up for Luisa-Charlotte to see. Then, taking aim, she pushes it into Luisa-Charlotte's face, taking time to rub the plate round and round before pulling it off to reveal a thick mask of shaving cream completely covering little Luisa-Charlotte's face. Leaning forward, the dominatrix picks the shaving cream from Luisa-Charlotte's eyelids, lips and nostrils; then, flicking the cream from her fingers, she stands back to survey her work.
Eyes blinking rapidly,
Luisa-Charlotte opens
her mouth to speak, but no words come out, she is in such a state of
shock. And looking ahead of her, Luisa-Charlotte sees the crowd of
fetishists, females and trannies laughing delightedly and making noises
of mock concern. If only they could see beneath the thick layer of
shaving cream that stays resolutely stuck to her face, they would know
that it has turned red with shame... (yeah, yeah, yeah!)
Luisa-Charlotte's
persecutors have not yet
finished with her, however. The head dominatrix holds Luisa-Charlotte's
head up like a trophy, and begins to tell the crowd how she's such a
perverted little queen who loves being degraded in public. While she is
doing this, one of the other dominatrixes breaks off from her work; and
crouching down beneath Luisa-Charlotte's heaving chest, she eases
Luisa-Charlotte's hardened dick into her mouth and slowly begins to
suck her off. Luisa-Charlotte gasps; and as the crowd laughs, she
notices that many of them, men and women both, are slowly lowering
their hands down towards their crotches.
The dominatrix at Luisa-Charlotte's dick begins sucking harder and harder. The head dominatrix, holding Luisa-Charlotte's white, plastered face proudly up for all to see, produces an open bottle of amyl nitrate and holds it under Luisa-Charlotte's nose. Luisa-Charlotte breathes in deeply; and as she prepares herself for the coming explosion, her head swims, her blood races; and a sense of darkness, of impending death, descends upon her consciousness like a lead balloon...
The dominatrix at Luisa-Charlotte's dick begins sucking harder and harder. The head dominatrix, holding Luisa-Charlotte's white, plastered face proudly up for all to see, produces an open bottle of amyl nitrate and holds it under Luisa-Charlotte's nose. Luisa-Charlotte breathes in deeply; and as she prepares herself for the coming explosion, her head swims, her blood races; and a sense of darkness, of impending death, descends upon her consciousness like a lead balloon...
Okay, so you've read the story,
and you're no
doubt wondering, 'how the hell did the author of this lurid little
diatribe come to have the fetishes described within the context of the
narrative?' In other words - schoolgirls, dominatrixes, pillories, pies
in the face; how the fuck do you manage to get a hard-on from all that
stuff? And believe me, it's a question I've put to myself G*d knows how
many times over the past fifteen years... Not that
it's all
such implausible, fantastical stuff; like, all trannies have fantasies
of themselves taking on the roles of different female archetypes; and
the schoolgirl is just one example of this. Similarly, a lot of
trannies have fantasies of themselves being overpowered by a bunch of
dominatrixes and being made to dress in clothes of the opposite sex
(half the stories you read in those overpriced magazines - the ones
available in places like "Transformation" - run on this theme). As for
the amyl - hell, I don't think I've ever known a tranny who didn't like
drugs! But what about all this pie-in-the-face stuff? Well, even that's
not so unusual; surfing the web, I've discovered a plethora of WAM (wet
and messy) sites, several of them by and for trannies (I've listed a
couple of them on my links page)... Unusual or not,
however, I still haven't explained how I came to have a WAM (or, to be
specific, a pie-in-the-face) fetish in the first place. And for a lot
of perverts, the origins of their own individual kinks remain shrouded
in mystery, hidden from their consciousness by the gap between
childhood and adulthood...
Not
me,
though! (Of course not, I have a
total understanding of myself, I'm so smart and
self-aware...) It so happens
I remember just how this little peculiarity got started; the late
'seventies were a time when punk rock was just beginning to be
commercialized, and as a consequence, there were lots of female
pop-punk acts (Toyah Wilcox, Claire Grogan, Hazel O'Connor) appearing
on TV - childrens' TV in particular. Now, I was about 3-4 years old at
the time, and these pretty, baby-chic, often heavily made-up punkettes
were my first introduction to the fairer sex (that is, as something I
might find sexually attractive). Goes some way towards explaining why I
like my women glamorous, stylized, feminine, and why I have a liking
for punk (and also goth) girls in particular... However, it
was the fact that I was first encountering them on a show such as
"Tiswas", where they were hit in the face with paper plates loaded with
shaving cream, had different kinds of brightly-coloured crap hurled at
them etc. that in later years, accounted for my pie-in-the-face kink. I
mean, your subconscious dosen't just brush aside an association like
that, does it? And though, yeah, there were other incidents in my
childhood and adolescence that set the seal on this (and an assortment
of other kinks), I can safely say that this was the first and certainly
the most profound of my early sexual experiences...
Well, that's my story (in its barest outline, anyway), and I trust that by now you're all holding your sides as you sit in front of your PC screens, trying your hardest not to rupture yourselves with laughter; yet, having related it to you, I find myself left with two questions: am I unusual (amongst WAM fanatics, anyway) in being able to trace my pie-in-the-face fetish back to its origin; and just how unusual is that origin? Can other wammers trace their fetish back to something they saw on TV as a child, or was it a more, you know, personal experience? (I think you all know what I'm talking about...) All you WAM basket-cases (and what the hell; all you other fetishists) out there reading this; send me your own personal stories, I'd love to read 'em (and don't worry, all stuff sent will be kept completely personal)...
Well, that's my story (in its barest outline, anyway), and I trust that by now you're all holding your sides as you sit in front of your PC screens, trying your hardest not to rupture yourselves with laughter; yet, having related it to you, I find myself left with two questions: am I unusual (amongst WAM fanatics, anyway) in being able to trace my pie-in-the-face fetish back to its origin; and just how unusual is that origin? Can other wammers trace their fetish back to something they saw on TV as a child, or was it a more, you know, personal experience? (I think you all know what I'm talking about...) All you WAM basket-cases (and what the hell; all you other fetishists) out there reading this; send me your own personal stories, I'd love to read 'em (and don't worry, all stuff sent will be kept completely personal)...
And as a final tribute to the
power of the cream pie,I
proudly present my cut-up film "Fetish"! (Massive props to { Stephanie
} for turning me onto the music used here as a soundtrack -
Karlheinz Stockhausen's "Etude"...)