Kronos Waits For No Man: Part 5

Hello Telly Gunge. It feels appropriate to say that now on what is my first story written and published here and not on the now defunct WAM story archive. The bad news it part of the Caroline Kronos series, what has been my least popular series.
For those not familiar it’s set in the same time and place as my Bianca’s Messy Awakening series. This section does get on to some major spoilers of that series, so you may want to read that first.
Fans of that series may well want to read this as it reveals some major scenes from the series that led to one of the most major developments in the story. Eventually it then gets on to a messy scene (if your not interested in the story elements feel free to skip down to the second line) between Caroline and her husband.
This is the last story in the Caroline Kronos series I’ve currently got planned, although I’ve left it open ended, so I may return if I come up with any ideas. I’m currently concentrating on a new long story I’m working my way through, although I also have some ideas for a few short stories I may also do as well.

Welcome back. Where have you been. It’s been some time. I’m currently attending a wet and messy fetish convention at Westbrook Manor with my husband. Activities so far have included pie fights, gunge tanks, publicly gunging a friend on stage, and a very erotic time in the dungeon with my husband. In fact I spent most of the early evening making good on a promise I made to my husband at the end of that session.
Once I’d finally let him go I’d changed into one of my more modest dresses. You might ask why Caroline Kronos would ever do that. Well as much as I love dressing up, and the attention that gets me I had been wearing corsets all day, plus I’d be sitting down for most of the evening, which is when wearing a corset can get uncomfortable. That’s why you’ll normally only ever see Caroline Kronos standing or lying on her back.
I was still wearing a noticeable black layered lace dress, but I was happy for this to be about Carol and Ollie spending some time together, and let Caroline Kronos and Oliver Wolf have a little break. Not that this stopped us getting to the resorts best restaurant anything other than fashionably late. Looking round I spotted my friend Sam, and her date, a new man she met who’d assumed the name Caramel Mocha, finishing of their main courses. I let them enjoy their date uninterrupted and let the waitress show us to our table.

One wonderful meal later me and my husband were walking into one of the resorts main bars.
“What can I get you beautiful” he asked.
“I’d like a sloe comfortable screw” I smiled. I couldn’t resist a little Caroline Kronos flirting at this point.
“Are you talking about the cocktail” he asked.
“For now” Caroline Kronos grinned, “but if you buy me one I’ll let you give me the other later.”
I let Ollie order my drink, and an American screw for himself. A quick scan of the room allowed us to spot a group of friends around one of the coffee tables. I was glad to see Sam and Caramel Mocha were still together, as were Figaro and his boyfriend Lampwick. Also there were our friends Bad Attitude and Dead Ringer who had a couple of blueberry muffins on the table. We went over looking for some intelligent and sophisticated conversation.
“There are adult cartoons that feature WAM regularly.”
“Name one.”
“South Park.”
“South Park. How do they regularly feature WAM?”
“Every episode someone gets hit with a trifle.”
“Do they.”
“They do. Then someone says; Oh my God. They spilled jelly.”
Hmmm. Looks like we’ll just have to settle for just conversation. By the way that jokes not my responsibly. All groans should be directed to the lover of pun humour Dead Ringer, that’s what we did.
“Seriously Bad Attitude” said Figaro. “Can’t you control your women.”
“Only a man who‘s never been in a relationship with a female would ever ask that” said Bad Attitude.
“He only gets to control me when I choose to let him” smiled Dead Ringer.
“Oh hi guys” said Figaro as he spotted our arrival. “That’s a nice dress your wearing. Did you forget to strip to your underwear?”
“Some of us can afford underwear worth showing off” I said. “You must be Caramel Mocha” I said reaching out to shake hands. “Don’t worry I’ll be nice, I’m sure Figaro already done his best to make you fell uncomfortable.”
“Would I do that?” asked Figaro.
Several of us exchanged glances and in unison replied “Yes.”
“So what do you do when your not hanging with us strange folk?” Oliver Wolf asked.
“Normally I’m head of entertainment over at the Northbrook Park amusement park” Caramel Mocha replied.
“Isn’t that the place Verona and Stephanie are always mentioning” said Oliver Wolf.
“I think so” I said. “So how did you get that job” I asked.
“It’s a family business” Caramel said. “I started off operating the rides and food stalls, but eventually I qualified for my current job.”
“Hang on, a family business, does that mean your surnames Northbrook” I asked.
“It is” said Caramel Mocha. “My real name is Andrew Northbrook.”
“So if you two do get married, will you combine your names and become Northwestbrook?” I asked.
“I prefer the double barrelled approach of Northbrook-Westbrook” said Figaro.
“You could call your child North-by” laughed Bad Attitude.
“I’m not copying a Kim Kardashian joke” said Sam.
“Come on” said Lampwick. “I’m sure they don’t want us discussing their personal lives all night.”
“Thank you Lampwick” said Sam.
“That’s not the only interesting news either” said Dead Ringer.
“What else has happened then?” I asked.
“Have you met the new slave Nurse Bianca yet?” asked Bad Attitude.
“I met her during the pie fights this mourning” I said.
“Well she was in here close to tears earlier” said Dead Ringer. “Turns out she’s not told her husband she’s here, or even about her WAM fetish. Coming here has really made things difficult for her.”
“What’s she going to do?” I asked.
“She says she’s going to talk to her husband Brandon when she gets home and tell him about it” said Dead Ringer.
“I feel really sorry for her” said Sam. “I’ve kept things hidden from a lot of people myself. I know how it’s difficult to tell people about things.”
“Hopefully Bianca, will get things sorted and she’ll be back at future weekends” said Bad Attitude. “She’s a really nice girl, and it would be good to have her around.”
“I’m half tempted to call her husband and tell him myself” said Sam.
“Be careful” said Caramel Mocha. “This doesn’t sound like the sort of thing where you can just easily interfere things better.”
“I can’t believe your disagreeing with her already” said Dead Ringer.
“Hey, I’m not a puppy dog” said Caramel Mocha.
“I do see an argument for calling him” said Bad Attitude. “It’s not a decision to take lightly though. Firstly are you prepared to take responsibility if things did go wrong and blow up in your face. Secondly how are you going to ever get him to calm down and talk things through with you.”
“What do you mean?” asked Sam.
“Well, I do fully sympathize with Bianca, and see why she did what she did” said Bad Attitude. “Having desires you can’t express can be difficult to deal with.”
“I know what you mean” said Sam. “I’m very glad to finally find a man I can share things with.”
“She has though indulged in sexual related activities without telling her husband. I wouldn’t blame him if all he did was get angry, and all he wanted to do was drag Bianca back home” said Bad Attitude.
“Maybe we could use that to make him talk, if her husband doesn’t know she’s here.” I said.
“He’ll know where she is as soon as we explain” said Figaro.
“Not here as in Westbrook Manor” I said. “If you were to withhold that information you could force him to talk things through.”
“Won’t he know where to come though” said Bad Attitude. “She might have given him some contact details in case of an emergency.”
“I don’t want to make you feel old darling” said Dead Ringer, “but it’s not like when you first holidayed without your parents anymore. Most people just use mobile phones now.”
“I could arrange for Bianca to be separated from her phone” said Sam.
“Hang on” said Caramel Mocha. “Lets think about this. If he doesn’t co-operate and he spends the rest of the weekend angry, knowing what his wife’s up to, your just going to make things 10 times worse.”
“Certainly I couldn’t really do that” said Sam. “If things went wrong I’d just have to let him and Bianca talk, and if necessarily excuse Bianca from her slave activities. I didn’t do as well in business as I have done without being able to bluff in negotiations though.”
“If we could convince him to come over himself tomorrow it could really help things” said Dead Ringer. “It would let him see exactly what it’s like, what it means to Bianca, and maybe destroy a few misconceptions.”
“Well if you convince him to come Sam we’ll be ready to help” said Bad Attitude. “Chances are he’ll want to talk to me anyway after my one on one with Bianca this mourning.”
“Don’t forget us” said Lampwick.
Sam looked over at me, Oliver Wolf, Lampwick and Figaro.
“Let’s get him settled in before we introduce him to some of the more eccentric characters” she said.
“What us” I replied.

It was that conversation that led to a flurry of activity later that evening and the next mourning. The schedules had to be re-worked to allow for the activities we arranged to take place between Bianca and her husband Brandon, and we had to sneak him into the resort. There was a bit of a panic when he drove down the drive as we realised Bianca might see that from the window of her room. Luckily she didn’t see anything, or if she did she didn’t have a good enough view of the car. Once there Brandon was snuck down into the dungeon where he wouldn’t accidentally run into Bianca. It had been decided that would be a good place for their one on one, not only did it cater to some of Bernard’s preferences but it would allow them some privacy to talk. It also helped that Bad Attitude and Dead Ringer were scheduled to be in the dungeon at around at the same time to keep an ear on things. Me and Oliver Wolf had been told we could come down and introduce ourselves just before breakfast. As we approached we saw Sam, Caramel Mocha, and Dead Ringer down there, along with Bad Attitude who was discussing possible uses for some of the messy items with Brandon. He’d even generously donated a few of the tins of treacle he’d brought along for his one on one with Dead Ringer.

“Hey look! Someone in the dungeon without permission. Someone tell Sam” Oliver Wolf called out.
“Oh don’t start” replied Sam.
“You must be Brandon” I said. “I’m Caroline Kronos and this is Oliver Wolf. We’re friends of theirs, and I met your wife during the pie fights yesterday.”
“It’s the Great Bernard now” said Bad Attitude.
“The Saint Bernard?” quizzed Oliver Wolf.
“No” said Bernard. “The Great Bernard is Bianca’s romantic interest in on of my wife’s favourite films.”
“Ah that’s sweet” I said. “Caroline Kronos loves Romantic touches like that.”
“Why are you talking about yourself in the third person?” asked Bernard.
“It’s some weird role-playing thing they do” said Caramel Mocha. “I wouldn’t get involved if I were you.”
“Hang on” said Sam. “I’m getting a text. Yep, Bianca’s been spotted leaving her room. Bernard you’ll need to put on that mask on the shelf there so Bianca doesn’t recognise you amongst the crowd in the ballroom.”
“We better go up separately” said Bad Attitude. “If she see’s us together as a group she’s bound to focus on us, or even worse come over.”
“Should me and Oliver go and distract her” I said. “We weren’t in the bar when she was last night, so she’s unlikely to bring the subject up with us.”
“That’s not a bad idea” said Sam.

We headed up to the ballroom. We were lucky with the timing and Bianca was just helping herself at the hot buffet. We strode over as quickly as we could without looking suspicious.
“Oh hi Bianca” I said. “How’s it going.”
“Not too bad” she said.
“I don’t believe you and Oliver have actually spoken yet” I said.
“Oh hello” she said. “Thanks for sending me those photos of the pie fight.”
We made casual small talk as I helped myself to an egg on toast with a side of fruit salad. I spotted Yvonne Ananka and Raquel Tejada eating breakfast with their husbands. I was quite happy to let them take the lead in the conversation. As they didn’t know about The Great Bernard being here, so weren’t likely to accidentally let something slip.
About 25 minutes later Michael from the events organising team came out to officially welcome everyone in for the second day. This included the first surprise we had in store for Bianca, and the rest of the new slaves as they were presented with their gift hampers, and took place in some entertainment where they had to cover themselves in porridge.
Knowing the circumstances I was glad to see Bianca win, as that meant she’d be getting the best of the 4 one on ones up next. Not unsurprisingly a lot of people went to greet Bianca and Twisted Genius when coming off stage. Even those who hadn’t been privy to the gossip could easily tell who was and wasn’t likely to get invited back as a slave from the performances on stage. This did work to our advantage as it let us congregate unseen at the back of the crowd, while Rebecca settled in and blindfolded Bianca.
“Are you all right Bernard” asked Sam.
“It’s still a lot to comprehend” he said. “I’m starting to see how big a thing this is for Bianca, and why she decided to come here.”
“All things considered your handling this very well” said Caramel Mocha.
“Are you sure your OK to do this one on one?” asked Sam.
“I think so” said Bernard.
“Try and make the most of this” I said.
“Afterwards we’ll make sure you both get some privacy down in the dungeon” said Sam.

We had been a little worried about what would happen next, but we saw Bernard put his understandable concerns aside to focus on having a good time with his wife. He clearly held her in a lot of affection as he slowly teased and pleasure her with the messy substances he had available. Judging by the look on Bianca’s face she was clearly enjoying herself.
A while later Bernard came over having finished his first session with Bianca. By that point a lot of the crowd had dispatched, or gone to watch cookery class about to start in the central ballroom. The other new slaves were also getting up, I heard Pretty ‘N’ Pink complaining about the mess the eggs and flour had made of her hair.
“Are you ready to head downstairs Bernard?” asked Bad Attitude.
“I’m ready” he said.
“I’ll be down with Bianca as soon as I can” said Sam. “Everyone else try to stay out of sight and stay quiet.”
We did as instructed and headed down to the dungeon. Once at the entrance to the chamber Bad Attitude took Bernard in the rest of the way for one last quick good luck. Once he was out we all slipped into one of the more private chambers where some of us could watch as Sam and Bianca walked past. We waited nervously, trying to listen for any signs of how things were going.

After what seemed like forever Sam finally came out through the curtain.
“That was intense” she gasped.
“Are you all right?” Caramel Mocha asked.
“I think so” Sam said, “and it looks like Bernard and Bianca are going to be able to sort out their issues.”
“We’ll keep an ear out on things while we’re down here” said Bad Attitude.
“Thanks” said Sam. “I could do with some time to wind down now. Luckily I’ve made a special order to be delivered to my room, and I’ve got someone to help me put it to good use” she said while squeezing Caramel Mocha’s arm.
“Your show room you use for business or your real room?” asked Dead Ringer.
“My real room” said Sam.
“Ah, she must like you Caramel” Dead Ringer replied.
“That reminds me” I whispered in Oliver Wolf’s ear. “The special order I placed with room services will be in our room by now. Why don’t we put that to good use.”

20 minutes later and we’d all gone our separate ways and me and Oliver Wolf were up in our room. My order had arrived, and a pair of bakery order boxes were on the table, and a number of red satin sheets had been placed over the bed and the floor around it. Well you wouldn’t expect Caroline Kronos to settle for ordinary dust sheets would you?
“Why don’t you go into the bathroom and take your suit off Oliver Wolf” I said. “I’ll call you out when I’m ready.”
While he did that I changed into my most visually imitating costume. A red latex corset and knickers combo, and a pair of black knee high platform boots with a 7 inch spike heel over my fishnets. As a finishing touch I had a riding crop, and a pair of red leather handcuffs with heavy buckles, but those weren’t for me.
“You can come out now” I called. “Time to be my prisoner for an hour or two.”
Oliver Wolf came out wearing nothing but a pair of red silk boxers. He offered no resistance as I strapped the cuffs on his wrists and secured his hands behind his back. He gave out a little shudder as I slowly circled around him, and then a gasp as he was helpless to stop me pulling his boxers down, leaving him totally naked.
“Come on” I said. I led him by the arm to the side of the bed, and made him kneel down on his knees. I then went over to the bakery boxes to examine the contents, lots of pastry crusts with deep cream fillings. I took 4 out, one by one and lined them up along the side of the bed in front of Oliver Wolf. I then lay in a seductive pose on the bed.
“Do you know what I want you to do now?” I asked.
“I have a fair idea” said Oliver Wolf.
“I want you to stick your face in all 4 of those pies while I watch” I said, “and if you don’t do it properly I’m not going to let you out of those handcuffs.”
He shuffled over to where I’d lined the first pie up. I saw him looking down at it and bursting into a quiet laugh. He went down, but stopped just short breaking into another laugh.
“Come on” I smiled. At the same time I playfully reached over with the riding crop to stroke his neck and shoulders.
He looked down again with a smile, took a deep breath and plunged his face strait down. His face plunged strait into the cream, becoming completely engulfed. I smiled as he lifted his head and the foil tray and pastry stuck to his face. He shook his head a couple of times until the tray fell down, and revealed his gasping face completely covered in foam. I found myself automatically looking at him seductively, licking my licks.
“3 more times you’ve got to do that” I smiled.
He gave me a look of intrepidation as he shuffled a little to his right to the next pie. I seductively crawled over to get a closer look. Now his face was already covered in cream he didn’t hesitate as much this time. After taking a few deep breaths he plunged his head down a second time. This time I was close enough to reach out and push his head firmly down into the pie. I playfully held his face in the cream for about 10 seconds before I let him lift his face up. I peeled the foil tray of to reveal his gasping face, and couldn’t resist throwing the pie strait back in his face. I rolled onto my back, and tilted my head back, looking at him upside down, as he got over the shock.
“Next I want you to turn your head and put the side of your head in the pies” I said. “I expect you to do both sides quickly, one after the other.”
He looked at me with excitement, before positioning his head turned sideways over the pie. Once again he took a second to compose himself, before plunging his head down into the pie. Quickly after plunging the right side of his head down, he came up and plunged the left side into the last pie on the bed. He came up quietly laughing, his head now thoroughly covered in cream, struggling in the wrist restraints that both stopped him cleaning himself, and kept him under my command.

With the first of the pies used up I slowly slid to the side of the bed to stand up. I stood up, and circled around Oliver Wolf, holding the riding crop out to keep him at a distance, while I used the full height from my ultra high stilettos to dominantly tower over him. After pacing back and forth a few times I went over to the bakery boxes and took out another pie. I seductively skimmed my tongue across the top of it, savouring the taste of whipped cream. I then crouched down in front of Oliver Wolf, eying his helpless naked body, deliberately taking my time deciding where to put the next pie, although in reality there was only one place it was going to end up.
I grinned mischievously as I pushed the pie right into Oliver Wolf’s crotch, covering his cock in a thick layer of whipped cream. I then reached down and rubbed the cream across it. Oliver Wolf closed his eyes, and a faraway look came on his face as he started to quietly moan. I looked on, enjoying the fact I now had full control over my husband. I grinned mischievously as I took my hand away, Oliver’s Wolf’s eyes begging me not to stop.
I had other ideas though as I reached for another pie. I strutted towards him as he struggled helplessly. This time I deliberately bent over at the waist, in order to fuel his desires with a view of my cleavage as I firmly placed the pie on his chest. I let the foil drop, and placed my left hand on his shoulder, and rubbed the cream in a circular motion across his chest, until it was completely covered in a layer of white cream.
“I want you to bend down, into a small ball now” Caroline Kronos said.
“Yes Miss Kronos” Oliver Wolf replied.
He crouched down, so his back was fully exposed while I picked up the next pie. I strutted over, where I towered above him, holding the pie above his back. This time I tipped the pie at an angle, and scooped the content out a handful at a time, resulting in a continued barrage of cream falling onto different parts of his back. The sensation of this has the desired effect and Oliver Wolf groaned with pleasure and struggled more than ever, desperate to be able to take charge. Of course Caroline Kronos opted to prolong things by getting another pie and dripping even more stuff on his back.
After that I put a hand on his shoulder to get him to kneel up strait again.
“I see your enjoying yourself” I smiled while looking at his now firmly erect cock.
“I so want to get out of these cuffs and get my hands on you” he said.
“What would you do with me?” I asked.
“I’d tear off your cloths, pin you down on the bed and fuck your brains out” he said.
“Sound like fun” I said, teasingly going around behind Oliver and putting my hands on the cuffs.
“First though” I said stepping away, “I’ve got 4 more pies to use up.”
Oliver shook his head, but was helpless when it came to making any decisions at the moment. I showed a little mercy by picking up two pies instead of one in order to speed things up a little.
“It’s been a while since you’ve been pied in the face” I smiled.
His face was still covered in cream, but I enjoy making him suffer a little. I held the pie in my right hand a little in front of him, allowing him to get a good look at it, before plunging it into his face. I held it there, twisting and turning until I slid it around the side of his face before letting it drop. I didn’t give him a chance to regain his composure though. I immediately hit him with the other pie I was holding, causing to reel in surprise a little as his face was engulfed in cream. This time after pushing the pie firmly on I left it there, leaving Oliver Wolf to shake it off while I picked up the last 2 pies. By the time he was over he’d shaken the pie tin off, but wasn’t able to open his eyes yet. I used this to my advantage, surprising him one last time with a pie sandwich to both sides of his head, engulfing his head in cream one last time. Once I’d finally done with that I crouched down and wiped his eyes.
“That was fun” I smiled. I took a handful of cream and rubbed it into his chest.
“So do you want me to let you go now?” I asked.
“Please” he begged.
I let my hand get lower until it was teasingly stroking Oliver Wolf’s rock hard cock.
“Now what would be more fun” I smiled. “Seeing just how mad you’ll go if I uncuff you, or keeping you prisoner a little longer.”
I drew things out a little longer, but I went behind him and unclipped the link holding the cuffs together.
Immediately Oliver Wolf had hold of me.
30 seconds later I was naked apart from my stilettos and stockings.
10 seconds after that Oliver Wolf was pinning me to the bed with his tongue deep down my throat.

It was about 45 minutes later. Me and Oliver Wolf were sitting in the Chocolate Heaven café, passing the time until our turn to bathe in the chocolate fountain came up. At that point my phone rang, the called ID showed it was Dead Ringer.
“Hi Dead Ringer” I said. “Did you make it out the dungeon OK?”
“Well I was covered in treacle and flour, and my arse was spanked red raw.” She replied.
“Sounds like you had a good time” I said.
“Yep” she said. “Everything went well with Bernard and Bianca as well. At one point Bad Attitude had to step in, when people were going to investigate why she was screaming so loud. Luckily he knows the difference between a scream of pain and pleasure.”
“I bet he does” I said. “I’m sure your looking forward to that later.”
“It’s happened already” she said.
“Really” I said. “I always thought that was the big disadvantage off being a slave. You don’t get any alone time until the evening.”
“Well Bernard joined us after Bianca was taken back to her room” she explained. “After a bit of time where I enjoyed both their attention Bernard let us use the private chamber him and Bianca were in for a quickie before Rebecca came to collect me.”
“Remind me not to use that particular piece of furniture myself” I said. “Sounds like with you and Bianca it seriously used goods.”
“O.K.” said Dead Ringer.
“So where are Bad Attitude and The Great Bernard now then?” I asked.
“I know Bad Attitude texted Verona and Sorrento so organise a meet up with the Great Bernard before him and me …”
“Spoilt the furniture” I said.
“Yes” she said. “I think them and Bad Attitude will be showing the Great Bernard round, although I know Bad Attitude will be there to watch me for my activities this afternoon.”
“Sounds good” I said. “Oh, it looks like our time slot for the chocolate fountains come up, so I’m going to have to go.”
“No problem, I’m due to be picked up for my next activity in 10 minutes anyway” she replied.
“Well see you later. Bye.”

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About Black Opera

A WAM lover living on the South coast of England. As well as WAM I also use a lot of master/sub style bondage in a lot of my stories.
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