If you have a rubber, PVC or nylon garment you’d like use to soak or mess up in a movie simply drop us a line at bill@splosh.co.uk and we’ll give it a go!

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As I mentioned earlier in the bit you probably won’t read, Sammy-Jane came down on Thursday for a private session. Yes, we still offer private sessions when we can fit them around our own shoots, and this particular customer has been coming for years so it’s always a good laugh.
The gentleman concerned is one of many sploshers who likes to adopt a female alter ego for his sploshing activities – in this case Stephanie Tart. Steph is tall, usually dark, and today was dressed as a pink polcewoman (due to a uniform mix up at the police station – according to his carefully written scenario). Sam and I like a bit of roleplay in a session so we had great fun (her as the shoplifter WPC Tart was supposed to be interrogating, me as the off-screen Sergeant).
The story went that Sam was trying to destroy the shoplifting evidence by pouring it over the hapless WPC only to discover she’s a man. This makes Sammy even more determined to humiliate her and soon Tart is covered in eggs, custard, rice pudding, jam and pink cake mix, her non-regulation knickers filled with treacle and hair shampooed with chocolate spread. At this unfortunate juncture the Sarge appears and tells the hapless WPC to get her act together and punish the suspect or face the sack, so she repeats the process on Sammy. The scene ends with WPC telling the Sergeant that Sammy has now learned her lesson and will never do it again, only for Sam to dump a bucket of cake mix over her and flee!
Okay, you had to be there…especially as Ms Tart is one of the people who doesn’t like to be photographed or filmed except for his own use. Hence the lack of photos here. This is something we totally respect. We don’t do private sessions to plaster them over the internet. Private means private, unless you (and the model) want to share it.
We also welcome cross dressers, sissies and drag queens to join in the fun. Frankly, we love an excuse to camp it up, so don’t hesitate to drop me a line if are serious about a session.

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Sweet Sue is a regular weekend drinker in The Fountain (my regular pub for new readers) and is what can best be described as an ‘affectionate drunk’. Happily married to a man so calm and unemotional he makes Stephen Hawking look overly exuberant (and way too smiley), she likes to spend the evening drinking lager and then cuddling her friends, of which I am about fifth in line. Sometimes it goes slightly further but I’m not complaining – it’s not exactly a chore, although the small price for a bit of bodily contact is a lengthy diatribe about her week at work. Last week however I noticed she was coughing a lot and she admitted to feeling a bit odd. I made a mental note to try and resist any physical temptation as I had a busy week ahead. Unfortunately that note got lost in the wash of several pints of Old Empire, so as well as sharing all her stories from her working week by Tuesday I was sharing her symptoms.
At that point I did feel rough – hot, sore throat, cough, knackered – but nothing that couldn’t be put down to a cold. However I made the mistake of going on the NHS website which in turn sent me to the National Panic-Inducing one I mentioned earlier. “Do you have a temperature? Sore throat? Blocked nose? Cough?” it demanded. “Yes,” I replied unable to qualify it with “but not a very bad one”. “You have swine flu,” it proclaimed. “Stay at home. Get a friend to go to the doctors and pick up Tamiflu tablets. Your code number is…. Tell them to bring identification etc etc.” It was like something from those Protect & Survive nuclear attack broadcasts of the 60s. I was a casualty in the Slight Cold War!
By Thursday I didn’t feel any worse and besides Sammy was booked to do a private session at the studio so I went there, did that (see above) and since the studio is near the chemists I also decided to pick up my Tamiflu in person (I didn’t need them but as you only get one dose, I thought it best to have them ready for later in the winter when I might).
“I’ve come to pick up my Tamiflu,” I said to the middle-aged lady behind the counter.
“You shouldn’t be out!” she admonished severely and scurried away so quickly I genuinely thought she had gone into hiding, and was now cowering in some germ-resistant bunker. But it turned out she was getting a form to fill in which I did. By now, the other customers in the shop were looking at me like a plague victim, so I waited outside. As I did, I saw the assistant wiping the pen I’d used and her counter with a wet wipe! Blimey! Everything I touch is toxic!
A few minutes later my Tamiflu were brought out to me (they clearly didn’t want me back in their shop) and I took them home. I haven’t used them. I still feel a bit crap but if this IS swine flu it is milder than most colds and a lot less debilitating than a migraine. If it isn’t, then can I cast doubt on the official statistics that the number of swine flu victims has ‘leapt’ from 3,000 to 5,000 this week. I bet a lot of those are like me. Mild cold sufferers who have no way of differentiating between the two on their website.
And yes I have been a bit public spirited. I am keeping out of the pub when it is crowded which meant missing Sarah’s birthday bash last night (boo) and the Fetish Night (double boo – one for each boob!). But I shall go in for the quiz on Sunday when there are only about 20 people around. Even if I am passing on fatal swine flu, a cull of pub trivia geeks would, quite frankly, be a public service!

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Apparently Wednesday was as bizarre as anyone who has ever met Mouse would have expected. In a field full of nettles somewhere near Reading, ‘milkmaids’ cavorted with a man dressed as a cow, milked yoghurt from a rubber glove and sat on milking stools that used three dildos for legs. Casual remarks such as “I need a piss. I’ll know, I’ll do it over the cow!”(from Mouse herself) were overheard by the baffled but appreciative spectators (including a man walking his dog). Dolly took it all in her stride and was declared to total trooper by the cast and crew. But I think, even now, she is wondering exactly whether it all really happened.
Thursday was more more normal – to SPLOSH! fans anyway! June21st is Decadent Doll’s 22nd birthday and so we decided to celebrate early with our own personal party! Our friends on the forum had provided ideas for presents and we tried our best to incorporate as many as we could. So with DD in her best glittery frock, we pelted her with 22 eggs, 22 pies, lots of custard and cream, foam-filled balloons, bowls of rice pudding to pack her panties and a nice big black forest gateau to sit in! Plus by special request from Sploshman on the forum, a bucket of chocolate cake mix! Of course we filmed the whole thing and it will be available to download soon. In the meantime, expect some pictures of the messy event on the forum.
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I’m pleased to say Dolly loved the whole thing, and we were both so involved we forgot a certain other event that was taking place at the same time. Popping into the pub for a quick drink (or dozen) we found it packed with people watching England v Trinidad & Tobago. They still hadn’t scored at this time so we were able to hide in the corner – and nobody noticed the smell of custard – except the pub dog who spent a happy hour licking my splattered shoes.
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Friday was another full day. this time DD was making her debut working with Gilly on “www.gillysillyhouse.com”:www.gillysillyhouse.com. As members will know, Dolly has already treated the site to her Shirley Temple rendition of the Good Ship Lollipop. Now it was Gilly’s turn for revenge. Dressed in her trademark Mistress Gilly outfit – pvc catsuit, hugely higheeled thigh boots and gloves – she put poor Dolly in our sturdy stocks and gave her the pieing of her life. She even made her sing a bit of the song again so she could pie her some more! Then she removed her so she could pie her bum as well! And that was just part one! In part two, DD gets her revenge in a fine tit-for-tat pie fight which will be up at the Silly House soon. Meanwhile part one – DD in the stocks is already there. Check out “Gilly’s House”:www.gillysillyhouse.com now.
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As if being repeatedly pied by Gilly (and yes, they got on really well, thanks for asking) wasn’t enough, DD then did a private session for a gentlemen known to forum fans as Driversoft. He wanted her to wear something formal and be interviewed by him in the bath as he poured assorted stuff over her. Dolly was delighted to oblige and her formal black dress soon disappeared under custard, cream, fruit, flans, treacle, honey, creamy cake and lots more. As she stripped off, out came Driversoft’s piece de resistance. Somehow he’d found a Pound Shop selling ready made “Genuine Dead Sea” mud! It was dark grey in colour and went on superbly smoothly. Furthermore the two packets went a long way, covering even DD’s ample curves!
It was a nice, relaxing, low-key session (which after three days of filming was just right) and DD adored it. What’s more the mud made her silky smooth – a good thing as by now her boyfriend from Belfast had joined her. Friday night was also spent in the pub – with Driversoft showing us card tricks and demonstrating logic problems to our bafflement (it’s not difficult to baffle me after two days shooting messy women!). Incidentally, Mike (DD’s boyfriend) is a great guy, remarkably quiet for a thash metal drummer! He is also a non-splosher which he proved with alacrity by spending most of the time DD was being pied by Gilly and massaging herself with mud FAST ASLEEP. Well, he had travelled from Belfast… Hopefully Driversoft will put some stills up from this session on the forum. If nothing else, Mike might like to see what he missed!
Saturday was a day off. I edited the first part of the stocks film and DD went off to the old town to buy bits and pieces including a rather excellent metal Wonder Woman lunchbox! This made its debut (as a carrying case for cigarettes and stuff) in the pub on Saturday where we chilled out watching local band the Rhythm Doctors and chatting to my boozy mates. Strange how many mates you have when there’s a busty model in tow! Last night they were still talking about what a sweet girl she was.
Well, that’s my first blog entry done! I know it was long but it was an exceptional week. Don’t expect them all to be like this! But hopefully there will still be plenty of fun.
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