The Messy Mansion -Chapter 32: Lady O'Neill final lesson (part 2)

Written by WLG — 2022 — from UMD.net

Here we are, the real final lesson of Lady O'Neill...
During this week, we have been chatting about what my limits were or what I was expecting.
To be honest, I had a total trust in her and I was loving my messy slavery.

"Let's start the fun now! Follow me!"
We moved to the behind door of the barn in the direction of the famous pigpen. I was secretly hoping to have a last challenge there.
"I have a surprise for you! See..."
The pigpen had been covered with more mud than ever.
"We are working with people outside the Mansion to get some messy substances like mud. When I saw you enjoyed the disgusting mud from our wrestling so much, I requested more of it from our supplier. As you can see, he managed to answer my request!"
A big part of the pigpen was covered with the creamy brownish mud which has been poured on me after the wrestling.
"I think he found it in a local swamp. That will be perfect for you!"
She moved behind my back and tied my hands.
"I've been waiting for that all week!"
She pushed me into the mud where I landed face first in a big splat.
Lady O'Neill walked to the deeper part of the mud.
"Crawl here!"
With my hands, tied in my back, it was hard to crawl without covering me in mud. It was trying to keep my face above the mud even if it was hard to do. When I was at Lady's feet, she ordered me to kneel.
"Last chance Emma, are you ready for my ultimate lesson?"
"Yes mistress!" Even if I was not able to answer something else, this answer was exactly what I wanted to say.
"Great... Then..."
She showed me two pie tins she was hiding in her back.
"You remember you gave me what you considered a mud pie sandwich? I will show you how to make a real one!"
She plunged the two tins and resurfaced it with a heavy coating of mud.
"See? There is even more mud than cream in a normal pie! Now, the sandwich!"
She approached the tins on both sides of my head and slowly pressed it. The more liquid mud ran on me while the creamier was hanging to my messy hairdo.
"There are even different textures! I hope you understood that I was the queen of mud pie sandwich!"
"Yes mistress!"
"You are boring Emma... I don't want to see your face anymore! Hide it in the mud! Plunge it so deep that I don't see your collar anymore!"
Without hesitation I planted my head in the disgusting mud to do what she wanted.
I turned it a bit to be sure to coat it with a nice layer of mud.
When I resurface, she told me:
"Are you serious? I was still able to see your disgusting hair. Let me show you!"
She put a hand on my neck and the other on the back of my head. Without being able to slow down my fall, she deeply pressed my head in the mud. Deep enough to feel the harder floor below the mud. Instead of just raising my head straight from the mud, she dragged me to the surface with a circle move to be sure I would be fully engulfed.
She cleaned my ears to tell me :"You need practice, one more time!".
Once again, she pushed me deep in the mud but instead of dragging me to the surface, she released her grip and covered my back with mud.
I didn't know if I was authorized to raise my head, then I was just moving my hands to show her I was OK down there.
I felt her hand catch my hair.
"See, that was a good dunking! Now, on your back!"
I turned back, still with my hands tied. She wiped my eyes to see her staying on my stomach.
She pressed my body into the mud, soon only my head was above the surface.
"I'm muddy because of you, you will have to pay for that!"
She removed her clothes and only kept her top.
"See, my hands are covered in mud! Clean them!"
Finger after finger, I sucked the mud which was on her hands, spitting the brown mud after each finger.
"I see you can use your mouth for something useful... Let's see if you remember how to please a Lady!"
She moved to my face, her vagina just above my mouth. I knew what she was expecting, then I started to use my tongue to stimulate her as we have done earlier in the molasses tank.
I was feeling her shivers, she was also controlling my head to approach or take it away when she wanted. She climaxed at least twice, I was feeling her grip becoming stronger.
She decided it was time to continue to play with me.
"Your a good slave! It's time to reward you!" She rolled me back, my face in the mud, and untied my hands. She rolled me back again.
"Relax now!" she gave me a passionate kiss and, when she took away her face, started to bury my head.
"Your mouth is mine, let it open for me!"
She pushed me deep into the mud again until my face was completely covered. Only my nose was above the surface letting me breathe.
With my mouth wide open, she filled it with the disgusting mud. I was feeling her fingers dipped in this muddy hole, covering my cheeks, teeth and tongue.
I was feeling that she was adding more mud over my face and breast, then she moved to my crotch and started to finger me.
The experience was much more different from the vibratory, she knew exactly what she was doing and how to do it for maximum sensations.
I was having shakes of excitement. At that moment, I just didn't care about the messy preparation and the mud around me...
She stopped and took my hands to help me to stand up.
My body was so heavy, my hair was saturated with the messy mud and was hanging heavily on my back.
Lady O'Neill brushed it forward on my face, smearing the creamy coating on my face. Then she continued with my body too.
"Let's continue your education!", we made a few steps to go to an untouched muddy place and pushed me back, face first, in the muck. Then, she sat on my back.
"I want you to fill this pie tin again but I will not let you use your hands for that. Instead, use your messy mouth! I will help you, don't worry!"
She gathered my hair in a homemade messy ponytail and used it to dunk my head in the mud.
Below the surface, her other hand opened my mouth and stuffed it with mud. Bringing me back to the surface, I was spatting the messy mud in the tin.
We repeated this at least five or six times, when she thought the tin was full enough, she stood up and asked me to do so.
"Last but not least, the final self pie!"
She gave me the tin after I whipped my eyes last time.
"Don't disappoint me Emma or I promise to bury you in the most disgusting barrel filled with grease, molasse, glue and fat for the whole night!"
I knew she was definitely able to do that, I would do my best self pie for her.
SPLASH
I strongly smashed myself with the gooey mud, turning the tin on my face. To be honest, I wasn't sure the mud I was smearing was from the tin or from my multiple dunks but I was doing my best for Lady O'Neill.
"That was a nice self pie Emma!
To finish the lesson, I've one more thing for you. You see this grass pile? We mowed the grass this morning, just for this! Run to this pile and cover yourself. I want you to cover yourself head to toe!"
I immediately ran to the pile and, without hesitation I jumped into it. The grass fell on my back, I dug myself into the wet grass massing it in the mud. I didn't forget any part, including my hairdo. When I was fully covered, I came back to Lady O'Neill and sat in the mud.
She patted me like a pet.
"You are a good messy slave Emma!
Congratulations! I think your training is now complete! Follow me, it's time for you shower!"

She led me to a tank equipped with a hose.
"Stay there and wash yourself, I will hold the hose for you!"
She started a pump and brought the hose over my head.
"Close your eyes and prepare yourself for your shower."
The flow started and I began to clean myself with the water but... The texture was unusual.
"Hum Emma, I may have made a mistake... This tank was not water... But a tar-like mud..."
The liquid was indeed not water at all, instead a black gunge was covering me head to toe. It didn't have the sticky texture of tar but it had the same color.
Even if it was not water, Lady O'Neill wasn't stopping the flow. She was hosing me everywhere to be sure I would leave her last lesson completely destroyed with an additional layer of black messy mud.
She finally stopped the flow.
"What a wonderful messy slave you are Emma. I will free you from your slavery, come here!"
I approached and she finally removed my collar.
"Already finished... I would love to continue forever!" I was feeling sadness in her voice.
"Then... I'll let you do one last thing!" I said.
"Really? Whoa! Thank you Emma!"
"Stay here, I've seen something in the barn, I'm sure you will enjoy using it on me!"
Iran in the direction of the barn. What would I bring back? More mud? Grease? Feathers? Something worst? She would have the answer in a minute.
She came back with a big bin.
"Are you ready? Here is my final touch!"
"What is it?"
"Sawdust! I saw it during my first day and I was surprised nobody used it... I definitely want to try!"
She started to throw handfuls and handfuls of it covering the back mud with another layer of mess.
Then she put the big bin in front of me and, in exchange of knowing wink, I knew what she was expecting from me.
I dived the upper part of my body in the bin, Lady O'Neill plunged her hands in the bin and used them to cover and mix the sawdust with the layers of mess which were on my body, head and hair.
"Now you're destroyed!"

She was right, I didn't know if my actual state was looking worse or not compared to the former punishments I had at the Mansion but this time it was only Lady's O'Neill work.
"Emma, you've been an amassing guest, I will miss you!"
"I will miss you too!"
"I don't like goodbyes but it was our last messy time together! Enjoy your shower Emma, your last day of challenges is over!"