The Paints on Me!

Now I've never minded a bit of diy and I find painting and decorating my fav. My spare bedroom was a blank canvas. Plastered walls, bare floorboards and empty of furniture. I had decided on a rainbow effect room so had bought paint pots of red, yellow, green, blue, Purple and pink. And loads of white emulsion. Why do I buy so much? I also had wallpaper for the feature wall. It was going to look amazing.

Sunday morning I was up early to get the best light and started by laying all my bits and bobs out. I had a range of paintbrushes for all the colours and a new roller set. There were 10 rolls of masking tape. The good stuff that was nice and strong. And a nice big plastic sheet to cover the floor. I had my old white loose tshirt and light blue dungarees on. Nothing on my feet. Just a me thing. My hair was tied into a nice loose pony tail. I grabbed my headphones and tutned up some tunes.

I was ready to go.

I opened all the pint tubs. The colours looked amazing. As I walked passed the white tub I slightly Knocked it and it wobbled a little. Wooohhh. That's the last thing I need. I quickly put one of the plastic sheets down. Let's start with the red. I put my brush in and then raised it up to the wall. With a big wide sweeping motion I draw the first arch of my rainbow. It looks amazing and I go in for more red. I complete the arch. Next is the yellow. Another brush but I want my arch to overlap. It does just that and I get the perfect orange then yellow mix. Another dunk in the paint and I finish the arch. I step back being careful to avoid the pain tubs. I admire my work. It looks amazing so far.

I go to bend down for the green and suddenly the music in my headphones gets louder. It catches me off guard and before I have time to pull them off....

Darkness

Something is over my head. I can't see. I feel something wrap round my neck. It's not tight but it's enough to feel restrictive. As panic sets in I feel my arms being pulled behind me and upwards. What's that sound? It's the masking tape I think. My wrists are bound. Tightly. I try to struggle but it no use. I feel them being attached to something. That something is pushed into my back. I think the my sweeping brush? Wtf is going on. The tape is now wrapped higher up arms around my elbows. I'm stuck. I'm scared. But there is also excitement. I know who this is.

The hood is removed from my head and I see him standing infront of me. He is talking but I still can't hear because of the increasingly loud music. He realises and takes my headphones off. He walks behind me, "Well good morning Harriet. Enjoying a bit of art are we?". Before I can answer he places a ring gag harness over my head and into my mouth. I hate/love these. Oh what has he got planned for me today?

I don't have to wait too long. He pushes me down to my knees onto the plastic sheeting.

I am at his mercy. I do not struggle. I see him look around and his eyes settle on the red and yellow paint brushes. He picks the red and walks towards me. He takes the brush and paints two thick circles around my tits onto my white tshirt. He revisits the paint a number of times and I feel the paint seep through to my skin. Next the yellow and he colours in the circles with large dollops of yellow. He gets a small paint brush that I have for detailing and goes back to the red. He approaches. Closer this time. And he uses the red to write something across my forehead. And he then starts to draw shapes on my cheeks. He turns me around and I get a look at myself in the mirror in the adjoining rooms.

Paint Slut!

And 2 large cocks are on my face.

My tits Look like targets.

Next he pulls me up on my feet and walks me over to the wall. Here he removes the sweeping brush and lowers my arms. He uses more masking tape to secure my arms to my side. Then he does the same with my ankles and just below the knee. I try to protest but the ring gag makes me sound like I'm talking gibberish. And then the ambush begins. He lines up the pain pots and brushes and stands in front of me.

And he starts flicking the paint. All the colours. Everywhere. It starts covering me and I try and protect myself from the covering I am getting. But I can do nothing.

It just continues. Splashes and splodges.

More and more. On my legs. My arms. My chest and my face.

Suddenly it stops. Thank good. He has had his fun. But no. I am turned around to face the wall.

Omg please don't do the same to my back! Nope.

Worse.

This time he takes the brush and with every colour he runs from my shoulders down my body, over my bum and down my legs.

Red then yellow then green then blue then purple and finally pink. It feels disgusting seeping through my clothes into my skin. Cold and sticky. Then he grabs my hair and I am pulled down onto my knees again. It's harder this time against my ties. He pulls onto my hair and takes it out of the pony tail. He places the purple paint in front of me. And he pulls me down towards it. He pushes my hair into the paint. I feel him use a paint brush to push it in. To cover it in the purple. Then I'm pulled up. The next colour is the blue. Not hair this time. My face.

This is too much. It goes in my mouth and I splutter to spit it out. I do this in vain. And I'm pulled back up yet again. i must look like some sort of smurf!

I hear scissors. And the straps of my dungarees are cut. They are cut around my knees where my binds are. Then my 'target' tshirt is cut off.

I'm just there in my knickers (I had foolishly not worn a bra). He rips my tshirt into a wide strip and I feel it going over my eyes and being tied tight. Almost immediately after I feel something cold on my head. He has upended one of the paint tubs.

Omg. It goes on and on. Bizarrely I want to know what colour it is.

I then feel my knickers being pulled out from the front. More paint is poured in. And the same at the back. He gives them a firm tug creating a wedgie and foe the paint to go deeper into my holes. This is disgusting now. He manoeuvres me and I feel him positioning me as if to sit down. I feel my bum going down and it reaches something cold. I know what this is: it's the large tub of white paint. He pushes me down and I sit into the large tub. The paint leaves and pushes up over my arse and into my pussy and clit. It goes up my back and down my legs. For a moment he leaves me there. I can't push myself out so I am resigned to my fate.

Eventually I am pulled out. I had forgotten that I had my workbench up in the bedroom for the wallpapering and I heard him pulling it out to the centre of the room. The binds were cut from my ankles and wrists. But my blindfold and gag remained. He lifted me roughly onto the workbench and secured my wrists to the sides. My knees were spread and taped to the edge of the bench. My white paint covered arse was exposed and up in the air. And again I was secured. I felt something enter my mouth. It was hard and round. In and out it went. It was a paint brush handle. Or maybe the wallpaper brush. I gagged on it hoping he would stop but he just did it more. Whilst my brush face fuck continued he poured more paint over my head. I felt it running down my face and the brush catching it into my mouth. It made me gag more. Eventually it stopped. The brush was removed. Well it was from that hole. I felt pressure on my paint covered pussy. He pushed it in. Gently. Further and further. It felt oddly satisfying. He pumped it in and out. Fucking his painted covered slut with a paint brush. So wrong but so right. He left the brush handle deep inside me.

I heard the tape again and worked out that he was attaching the brush inside me to the brush handle. He pushed it up against the wall with me attached to it: now it was deep and I could not move. My God it felt magnificent.

So I'm on all fours and taped to my workbench. Covered in paint that was getting stickier as it dried. And a paint brush rammed into my fuck hole and secured by a sweeping brush. Whatever next?

He seemed to disappear for a little while and I could hear water running. Is that my shower? Are we done? I feel my binds being removed again. And the brush is removed. He tells me to stand again. Spread your legs bitch he shouts at me. As I do this is feel the brush being inserted again. The pole is wedged into the floor so it's deep inside me and forces me to keep still. I then hear a tearing noise. Paper? Oh wall paper. Nooooo! That was expensive. I then feel a new sensation. Up my left leg. From ankle to the top of my thigh. It was sticky and gloopy. Wallpaper paste. Horrible stuff. thats what the water was for! The strips of my expensive wallpaper were wrapped around and around. The same to my right leg. I was being turned into a wallpaper mummy. Next the paste was brushed onto my midrift. More strips were wrapped around. My tits were left exposed. Next was my arms. Placed at my side the wallpaper paste and strips began to hold them in place. I was totally restricted now. Where would he stop. He continued to put paste on my head. He almost shampooed it into my now purple hair. How the hell would I clean that out later. More strips of wallpaper. They were wet and playable so easy to stick around my head and hair and over my nose and under my chin. He left my mouth open and in the gag. But not for long. Another paintbrush was placed in my mouth and it was secured in place with some sort of string. I could still breathe but it was hard with a large and hard brush fixed into my mouth. I had to concentrate. I could only imagine how I looked right now. I felt the paper starting to harden and shrink as the paste began to go off. My left nipple was grabbed and a clothes peg attached to. The same to the right. He flicked them gently. Omg this is pushing all my buttons now.

I hear his voice.

"I am nearly finished with you. But I don't want to waste this paint"

He carefully lifts me and I am forced to lie down on the plastic sheet. And then I am covered in all the remaining paint. He literally shouts out every colour as he throws it on me. The wallpaper becomes thin and I still feel the weight of the paint onto my skin. He pulls off the paper from head and again starts to massage it into my hair. He pushes it down my face. I am totally trashed. He finishes by lifting up the edge of the plastic sheet. I feel the paintbrush being removed from my pussy. My disappointment is short lived as it replaced by one of my large vibrators. He turns it on. Just low but it's enough to excite. He then replaces the brush from my mouth. The ring gag is also removed and I get a short restbite and close my mouth: it is soon forced open with what feels like a rubber tube or a large straw. It is taped in place. And then he rolls me in the paint covered plastic sheet. From the end he wraps again and again. Tighter and tighter. The tube sticks out so I can breathe. He takes the tape be wraps it around my ankles, knees, around my waist and wrists, around my neck and my head. To finish me off. The remote of the vibrator flicked it into high. I could do nothing but accept my sticky paint and paste covered fate. He gave me a gentle kick. And I heard the door slam.