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- gm-2f05-v03 ( minutes, seconds)
Miss Pink's New Year's Eve Solo
Celebrating New Year the good old fashioned messy way!
- "Tickled Pink" pink rubber wellington boots
- Shiny black satin-finish trousers
- High-neck, short-sleeved black velvet top
New Year's Eve, 31st December 2006. We'd not been expecting to do
any WAM up at the Hall this holiday, it'd been snowing since two days past
Boxing Day and wolves from the Chase had been seen on the road over the
high moors. But then December 31st dawned bright and clear, and even
though Lady Jasmine was away down south, Miss Pink decided to ride up from
the village, keeping her trusty shotgun handy just in case, and spend
New Year's night itself at the Hall with various friends already gathered
for the occasion. And of course to take advantage of the nice warm
dungeon below the house.
As she'd only just done her pink hair extensions, she decided to keep her
head clean, but everything else, from neck to the soles of her lovely pink
wellies, was to be saturated as only a Saturation Hall girl knows how.
She started with her boots, carefuly filling them to the brim, wiggling
her feet as they filled up to let any trapped air escape. Next, she pulled
out the waistband of her lovely shiny black party trousers, and emptied three
litres of custard down the inside, the thick yellow fluid flowing heavily
down both legs and collectng where the trouser legs were tucked into her
Now it was time to take a seat - in a tray filled with more custard,
leaving a perfect circle of yellow slime on Miss Pink's bottom and legs as
she stood up again to inspect the damage. Then it was back down into the
tray of mess she went, taking a large jug and pouring the contents all over
her lap, using her bare hands to gently caress the mixture all over the
remaining clean areas of her trousers until they were utterly drenched in
And that lovely black velvet top, with it's elegant high neck and lovely
sheen? That was next for the treatment, big sloppy handfulls of custard
splattered across the clean material and then rubbed in all over, slowly
rising up the front, each breast carefully coated, then on up her neck and
right to the top of the collar.
Some would have stopped there, but Miss Pink was in her element, down to
the custard-covered floor she goes, rolling about, sliding, slithering,
gathering the spilled custard in a pool in her legs, scooping up big
double-handfuls to make custard-waterfalls down her front, sliding her
still-filed boots off and poring the contents over herself.
All good things must end, but not till every inch of Miss
Pink's lovely outfit had been thoroughly and totally slimed. And then of
course there was the long and careful warm water hose-down afterwards,
pictures from which can be found in the "Extras" gallery.
Welcome to 2007!