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Hi, my name is Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound figure with blondish hair. In 1998 I quit my boring existence in a small town in magnetic north strake and went to work as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East midland of England. It was a endure decision to create as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advertising in a BDSM cartridge that someone had left in the hairdressers where I worked. I didn't really get it on what I was letting myself in for, but I really did need to do something because my life was so drear and boring. Even the audience for the job was unlikely, but I was so desperate to change my aliveness that I did everything that was asked of me, and I was finally offered the job.

Shortly after starting the job my employer ( Jon ) told me to drop a line a Journal of my new life, and he has since created a web website that it is published on.

If you care to say my Journal you will discover that my relationship with Jon is rather dissimilar to that of virtually employee and employer, but I have easily come to agnise that I have a life that just could not be more fulfill or enjoyable. I love my life and all the little adventures that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a little bit of haircloth that grows on my leg, I have no body hair below my neck opening. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with small ( ish ), pert bosom that have small aureoles and giant tit. When they're difficult Jon says they're like chapel hat nog. I have a nice firm, flat stomach with a pubic bone that does stand by out a bit. In my cunt mouth I have 2 little atomic number 79 rings that Jon put in me. My clit is very striking and is usually sticking out between my backtalk. It's about an in long with a little round head. Jon sometimes calls it my little dick. I don't own any bras, knickers, pant, leggings or shorts ; and 90 % of my dame and wearing apparel can be described as mini or micro. I used to be a very shy girl, but I've now gone completely the other way, and get a big thrill from letting other masses see my body.

I hope that's enough to satisfy the hoi polloi who asked. If it isn't, perhaps they would like to email me with specific questions.

Jon told me to halt writing my daybook in the summer of 1999, but has recently asked me to document, some of the more matter to experiences that we have had since then.

Both Jon and I have been scouring the Internet looking for ideas for little dangerous undertaking or incidents that we could manufacture to have some fun. We've found one or two fib that appear to be slightly rewritten transcript of some of the text in my Journal, and one or two that are very standardized to some of the adventures that we've had and that I've written about in my Journal. At first I was a bit riled about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that someone thought our adventures were effective enough to re-create. I've started thinking that way as well.

Villa in Spain

Jon's bought a picayune villa in Kingdom of Spain and I've just been there for the outset time. Jon took me there for a few sidereal day then left me there for week on my own. It was great, and I'm really looking forward to spending more time there.

As usual Jon surprised me by coming home and telling me to put a few essentials into a bag and us leaving within a few minutes.

A few hours later we were getting into a hire car at Malaga airport. We drove down towards Marbella then up towards the hill. The villa is on the border of a minor wooded orbit that Jon tells me he now owns. As soon as I saw it I started imagining the fun that we could receive in the open in that grand clime. I do hope that Jon decided to proceed over there permanently.

I'd already taken my dress off within minutes of getting into the car at Malaga airport, and as soon as Jon pulled up at the logic gate I jumped out of the car and ran to search round the home. It has its own swim pool with a tell on area and is virtually surrounded by pine tree trees. Inside there are 3 chamber, 2 bathrooms, a big exposed waiting area with a heights cap, and a basement. In the garage I found a scoter that Jon bought for me to get around when he's not there.

The basement is our Spanish Punishment room. Jon has had only two pain / pleasure political machine installed so far, more about them later.

The first job when we got there was to go back towards Marbella to a giant supermarket to get some food and drunkenness. Jon picked my myopic chick ( 8 inches ) and shortest crop top for me to wear. The merchant ship of my little breasts show below my top, and if I do anything early than keep straight upright the skirt will either ride-up, showing my bum and pussy, or slew down showing the top of my bum and pussy. Whichever way you look at it I've got to be very careful if there are kids or miserable looking people about. That's the only skirt that Jon will let me pull out straight when I'm with him. Anyway, it didn't take long to get there and I gave a few people newsflash as I reached up or bent down for something. I wasn't paying much aid to early people ; I was more interested in getting back to the Francisco Villa and out into the sun. I knew that my all-over tan was going to get a existent boost.

There was one moment at the check-out that I remember. I was reaching over to get the food to put into the bags when I realised that the check-out lady friend had stopped scanning things and was looking at me. I wondered what she was looking at then realised that my little top had risen up and was being kept up by my severely nipples.

As soon as the food for thought was put away I asked Jon if I could go for a swim. We both went and I pleaded with Jon for him to fuck me in the water. I love that feeling.

Afterwards we went for a manner of walking in the woods, over the fence and along dirt tracks. We never saw anyone, which was a bit of a disappointment, as we were both au naturel. At one point Jon got me to bend over a fallen tree while he rammed into me. We walked on with his dick still pointing to the sun and our succus running down my thighs.

The next morning Jon got the little scooter out of the garage and showed me how everything works. I'd never ridden a minibike or a water scooter before, but it wasn't unmanageable getting used to it, and with arcminute I was riding it around the garden. Jon reminded me that I would need to put some apparel on when I took it out onto the road.

We only went into Marbella one Night ( on the other 3 Night Jon was more matter to in having me out in the undefendable ). We wandered along the seafront and drank in the in use parallel bars. My skimpy apparel didn't attract a good deal attending, as there were C of little girl wearing nearly as little as me.

Jon took me to this fantastic beach about 7 mi east of Marbella. It has cushy grit and dunes that you can almost get lost in. Just to make it even better, it's a nudist beach. Apart from the field near the seaport almost everyone was naked. It was great swim in the warmly sea and lying on the warn, diffused sand. Whenever Jon wanted some sex we'd either walk out into the sea or walk in the sand dune until we found a tranquillise property where he could have his evil way with me.

One meter we only went to the edge of the sand dune and while I was impaled on Jon and slowly moving from side to side, three teenage girls walked by and got a persuasion of my twat and Jon's balls. His hawkshaw was buried rich inside me. The first fille who spotted us told the former 2 and they stared for a while before walking off giggling.

penalty room - as I said, only two machines in there so far, but there are lots of steel anchor ring in the rampart, floor and cap. One machine is a sort of electric jar machine. It's a foresightful alloy dildo attached to a pole that is bolted to the level. The height is adjustable and is set so that the dildo is just inside me when I'm stood up on my tiptoes. There are 2 slight clinch on the base that proceed my big toes in place. I have to stand on my tiptoes because under my heels are switched that turn of events on the office. It comes on when I relax and my blackguard go down. Just to make sure that I can't undo the big toe clamp there are ropes hanging down from the ceiling that Jon fastens to my wrists.

I was a bit nervous when I first saw the conducting wire that went from it to a control building block then to a briny socket on the bulwark. I looked at Jon who just said,"cartel me !"I do.

For the first 10 minutes or so it was nothing limited, just like having a dildo partially in me. After that my legs and fundament start to get a bit bore and I started to go down a bit. It's nice as the dildo goes in a bit further, but then my cad trigger the switch and I get a jolt. Boy did I jump the first time. The control box keeps the voltage low, but it can be increased.

The more trite my pegleg got the more shocks I got. The more seismic disturbance I got the more excited and the more than stock I got. Jon left me alone for the commencement 30 or 40 minutes, then started checking on me every 5 minutes or so. Jon can tell when my pain turns to pleasure and when he realised that I was getting close to cumming he turned up the potential difference a bit. Just at the breaker point of no return Jon upped the voltage a bit more and I pushed down on my heels. I was stood there covered in sweat and almost screaming with pleasure.

Jon had to hold me up after he'd loosen my wrists. I really needed that long shower bath and sleep afterwards.

The former pleasure simple machine is like a minor gym horse with no branch. The difference is that it's got a big electric vibe sticking out of the top. Jon's had it positioned on the storey between some ropes so that he can tie me down on it once I've knelt down and impaled myself on it. The ropes hold me back with my wrists tied to the level behind me.

Jon crosstie me in place, switches it on and then leaves me to it. The showtime time that I used it I'd cum 4 meter before Jon came and switched it off.

It wasn't long before Jon had to go home, but he told me that I was staying there another workweek on my own. Wow ! I'd young woman Jon, but I knew that I could have some fun.

After I'd dropped Jon off at the aerodrome I drove back to the villa planning what I was going to do with my calendar week in the sun all on my own.

The for the first time time that I went out on the scooter was ‘ worry ’. I'd put on a short, thin cotton ‘ A'skirt and a tie front slight blouse. At first I was concentrating quite hard as I drove along the roads and really didn't notice what the farting was doing to my dress. For a offset, the farting was keeping my nipples rock hard. The other thing was that my bird was getting blown up and I had to stop a few multiplication to pull it down from my waistline. After a while I got more confident and started relaxing a bit. I soon discovered that if I sat forward on the hind end, lounged back and opened my knees, the confidential information felt wondrous on my pussy. I stopped caring about my skirt being round my shank except for when I was in a built-up area with raft of people about. Out in the country I once noticed that my tie strawman blouse had come undone and my breasts were getting tanned. The blouse was so thin that I couldn't find the difference.

I was really enjoying riding around with my legs unresolved and the cinch massaging my puss. When I did get off outside a little supermarket there was a big wet patch on the seat. The shaking were causing me to bring on lubrication faster than the duck soup could dry it.

After I'd bought some lolly and an ice-cream I sat on the road curb bit eating the ice-cream with my articulatio genus bent and my feet apart. I couldn't have planned it better if I'd have thought about it. Some tourists walked up the road on the other side of meat of the street and I didn't realise that my pussy was on full moon display until a man did a double up take and said, ‘ bloody hell."When I realised what he was looking at I managed not to react and just sat there.

I got lost on the way back, and had to contain to buy some petrol. The attendant was a youth of about 19 or 20. I had to ask for his help and repaid him by dropping my money and bending over to pick it up giving him a great view of my bum and pussy.

I decided to expend one of the days on the beach. Feeling brave when I got up I decided to induce it a clothes exempt trip. The but affair that I took with me that could be used to cover myself was a towel. I decided that I needed a towel with me to lie on, and to dry myself after going for a swimming. The sea scooter was out of the question for 2 intellect. The first was that it was too far for me, and I didn't fancy the primary road. The secondment was that I was sure that I would get arrested.

I didn't observance anyone looking at me as I drove there, although I did film a last minute detour when I saw a police officer standing on a corner where I would deliver to stop.

There weren't many cars in the car park when I got there and I parked well away from the sand dune. I made a dash across the car parkland and soon relaxed when I got into the dunes. The day went great, my all-over tan improved and I had a slack up clock time in the warm sea.



The ‘ fun'started when I decided to go back to the Doroteo Arango. As I walked towards the car common I noticed a lot of railway car, and a pack of about 10 noisy youth on motorbikes hanging around near where I was parked. Realising that I had could have a bit of a problem I hung around for a bit hoping that they would move on. While I was standing around 2 couples walked passed me and it was obvious from their aspect that they weren't expecting a naked char so far from the beach.

Eventually I decided that I couldn't time lag any tenacious, and with a ram heart and a pussy getting progressively surface-active agent, I started walking towards the car. It wasn't long before they saw me and well-nigh of them jumped on their bikes and started riding round of drinks and round me. I knew that if I stopped I would probably let difficulty in getting moving again. They were shouting at me, and each other but I hadn't a clue what they were saying. Eventually, sweating and with wet thighs, I reached the car and got in. Some of them followed me for a couple of international mile before giving up and going somewhere else.

A couple of prison term I took the penalization machine that I kneel down on, outside to pleasure myself out in the sun. I couldn't take it that far out because the electricity cable wasn't that long. Anyway, after I'd been riding it the mo time for about 5 minutes I was just getting to the peak of no income tax return when I noticed something moving out of the quoin of my eye. I turned to see what it was and was shocked to see that it was a immature man with a bucketful in his handwriting.

Struggling to hold back the coming that was about to arrive I asked him who the hell he was. With a big smiling he said,"I'm the pocket billiards man, come here every Tues. Don't period because of me, I like to see a woman enjoying herself."By that time I couldn't stop even if I wanted to, so I let it happen. It was even more vivid because I had a last hour, unexpected interview. A fairish looking one at that.

As my high subsided the man turned and walked over to the pond. When I climbed off I went for a swim. The man had seen me at my most exposed so what the snake pit, tease him some more.

One good afternoon I went for another walk in woods - au naturel of course. It was so peaceful, so warm, and so lifelike. I came across the back on another Villa and watched a couple having sex in their pond. That turned me on a bit, so I had to relieve myself whilst I stood there watching them.

Another day I went window shopping in Marbella. There are some terrific shops there, but in a lot of them you need a big cant balance to buy anything. Not a lot exciting happened although I'm sure I must get given some hoi polloi a heartbeat of my goodies. The light breeze kept blowing my bird up and I couldn't be bothered to do anything about it.

I rode the scooter to the topical anesthetic shop class just about every morning that week, and really enjoyed the feeling of the breeze on my slit as I rode with my knees as far apart as I could. The shop that I usually went to was a piddling supermarket. I seemed to spend eld there waiting for the opportunity to swank some suitable person either by squatting down to look at something on a bottom shelf, or bending over to make a not bad sentiment of my ass.

The shop appeared to be run by an oldish man and a teenage girlfriend who was usually on the checkout. By the end of the hebdomad the old man was smiling at me and following me about. The girl got her share as well, for some ground I always managed to entrap the bottom of my shortstop bird as I picked the goodness up after she had rung them into the till. She usually stared at my denuded pussy as I slowly counted my Euros out of my purse with one bridge player as the other held the loot etc. ( and my skirt ).

On the Friday night I was having a ‘ wet'dream when I woke up with what I thought to be a burglar in the room. I lay there frightened but quiet, hoping that whoever it was wouldn't realise that I was there. A bit silly really as what burglar could hold out doing something to a naked, lose weight 28 year old that was sleeping without covers.

He walked up to the bed then put something over my mouth. I passed out.

When I woke up it was still coloured, and I was tied, spread-eagle, face down. I was blindfold, had something over my spike, something very strong in my puss, and something was squeezing and pulling my teat.

After a unawares time the something in my pussy was twisted stave and pushed in and out a bit. My pussy responded and the infliction turned to slight delight. It was then removed.

After what seemed the likes of old age, something else was put in. This time I knew what it was, a vibe, and it was switched on. It was left on until I came. As I did I got this terrible acuate pain in the neck in my nipples. This intensified my climax and I screamed out. As I calmed down I realised that the pain in my nipple was electricity.

The vibe was removed and I was left for a while. Then the like matter happened again, and again, and again. I think it was 4 multiplication in all. I was knackered, but happy, even though I didn't know who was doing it to me.

I was left for a lot foresightful clock time before something was put over my mouth and I passed out again.

When I woke up again I was back on bed and it was getting lighter. Had I dreamed it all ? Had I had a great, wet dreaming ? My cunt was certainly wet and sore, so were my savor. I got up and went and had a shower.

When I walked into the kitchen I was surprised to see Jon eating breakfast. The original plan when Jon left me to go home the previous weekend was that I would fly household on my own.

"Had a good night ?"was all that Jon said, but I knew then that it wasn't a dream - I think, Jon had given me a few fantastic orgasms and made me experience fantastic.

Later that day we went along the sea-coast to where a cable car goes from in the middle of the village / township, to the top of the mountain. I was only wearing a poor, light ‘ A'bird and tight, tenuous, white ‘ T'shirt. As we got eminent, it got colder and windy. When we got out at the top it was blowing a gale, a frigid gale. My skirt was all over the station and my mammilla were threatening to rip the ‘ T'shirt. With that ‘ T'shirt you can always see my sullen mammilla, but with them that hard the material was really under pressure. It didn't help that Jon had poured some of our drinking piddle on them.

It's a fantastic berth with views for statute mile and all sorts of wild birdie. However, we couldn't stay long because there were flock of kidskin there and I was involuntarily giving them a lesson in homo biological science. Jon even told me that I could try to bind my chick in its proper place, which is something that I'm normally forbidden to do.

Sunday Night - Jon took me to a nightclub in Fuengirola. I wore a little inglorious garb - loose fitting, low cut, spaghetti straps, and 4 in blackguard. We both had a few too many drinking and Jon decided that we should get some sleep in the car before returning to the villa.

When I half woke up it was wakeful and I discovered that club car park was part of a route that adolescent took to their gamy school day. I had slept in the recumb passenger seat and my wearing apparel had ridden up to my waist and my right hand was gently rubbing my pussy ( I often wake up dong that ).

I managed to jib panicing and stayed still and waited to see what would happen. After a while I heard a Brigham Young man's representative. I couldn't understand what he was saying, but he was excited. After a few minute there were more part, Male and female. I decided to up the ante and really started playing with my pussy - still pretending to be numb. I eased my legs wider and was really going for it when everything went quiet. Next thing that happened was that the driver's door opened and Jon got in saying,"Did I spoil your fun ?"

We went back to the villa and packed. That afternoon we flew back to an England that was a lot cooler.

I'm surely that we'll be going again, and I'm looking forward to having to a greater extent ‘ fun'out there.

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