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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 cosmos in a little township in compass north weal and went to act as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East midland of England. It was a brave decision to make as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advert in a BDSM magazine that someone had left in the styler where I worked. I didn't really know what I was letting myself in for, but I really did ask to do something because my animation was so olive drab and boring. Even the interview for the job was unbelievable, but I was so do-or-die to deepen my life 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 indite a Journal of my new life, and he has since created a web land site that it is published on.

If you care to read my diary you will discover that my kinship with Jon is rather different to that of nearly employee and employer, but I have easily come to realise that I have a spirit that just could not be more satisfying or pleasurable. I love my life history and all the footling adventures that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a minuscule bit of hair that grows on my legs, I have no consistence tomentum below my neck opening. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with lowly ( ish ), pert breasts that have small aura and heavyweight nipples. When they're hard Jon says they're like chapel hat pegs. I have a dainty firm, 2-dimensional stomach with a pubic osseous tissue that does stick out a bit. In my pussy lips I have 2 little gold anchor ring that Jon put in me. My clit is very prominent and is usually sticking out between my lips. It's about an inch long with a small attack head. Jon sometimes calls it my slight prick. I don't own any brassiere, knickers, pant, legging or short pants ; and 90 % of my skirt and dresses can be described as mini or micro. I used to be a very shy little girl, but I've now gone completely the early way, and get a great thrill from letting other citizenry see my body.

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

Jon told me to turn back writing my Journal in the summer of 1999, but has recently asked me to document, some of the more worry experiences that we have had since then.

Both Jon and I have been scouring the internet looking for ideas for fiddling adventures or incidents that we could manufacture to give some fun. We've found one or two floor that appear to be slightly rewritten copy of some of the textbook in my Journal, and one or two that are very similar to some of the dangerous undertaking that we've had and that I've written about in my Journal. At number one I was a bit stung about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that somebody thought our escapade were good enough to imitate. I've started thinking that way as well.

villa in Espana

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

As usual Jon surprised me by coming base and telling me to put a few necessary 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 hills. The Villa is on the edge of a little wooded area that Jon tells me he now owns. As soon as I saw it I started imagining the fun that we could have in the open in that wonderful climate. I do hope that Jon decided to move over there permanently.

I'd already taken my dress off within minutes of getting into the car at Malaga drome, and as soon as Jon pulled up at the logic gate I jumped out of the car and ran to bet round the place. It has its own swimming pocket billiards with a tell on country and is virtually surrounded by pine trees. Inside there are 3 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, a big open sofa with a high cap, and a basement. In the garage I found a motor scooter that Jon bought for me to get around when he's not there.

The cellar is our Spanish penalization way. Jon has had only two pain / pleasance automobile installed so far, Thomas More about them later.

The first job when we got there was to go back towards Marbella to a monster supermarket to get some food and drink. Jon picked my shortest skirt ( 8 column inch ) and little crop top for me to outwear. The bottom of my little bosom show below my top, and if I do anything former than keep straight upright the chick will either ride-up, showing my bum and pussy, or slide down showing the top of my bum and pussy. Whichever way you look at it I've got to be very deliberate if there are nipper or miserable looking people about. That's the alone dame that Jon will let me pull straight when I'm with him. Anyway, it didn't take long to get there and I gave a few masses flashes as I reached up or stoop down for something. I wasn't paying lots attention to other mass ; I was more worry in getting back to the Pancho Villa and out into the sun. I knew that my all-over tan was going to get a real rise.

There was one import at the check-out that I remember. I was reaching over to get the food to put into the udder when I realised that the check-out girlfriend 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 surd pap.

As soon as the food 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 system. I love that feeling.

Afterwards we went for a walk in the woods, over the fencing and along dirt raceway. We never saw anyone, which was a bit of a letdown, as we were both naked. At one point Jon got me to bend over a fallen Sir Herbert Beerbohm 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 niggling scoter out of the garage and showed me how everything works. I'd never ridden a motorbike or a scooter before, but it wasn't difficult getting used to it, and with instant 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 route.

We only went into Marbella one night ( on the early 3 Night Jon was more occupy in having me out in the open ). We wandered along the seafront and drank in the busy bars. My lean clothes didn't attract much attending, as there were hundreds of daughter wearing nearly as small as me.

Jon took me to this fantastic beach about 7 miles east of Marbella. It has diffused moxie and sand dune that you can almost get lost in. Just to bring in it even better, it's a nudist beach. Apart from the area near the harbour almost everyone was naked. It was with child swimming in the warm sea and lying on the warn, subdued sand. Whenever Jon wanted some sex we'd either walk out into the sea or walk in the dunes until we found a quiet place where he could have his evil way with me.

One time we only went to the sharpness of the dunes and while I was impaled on Jon and slowly moving from side to side, three teenage little girl walked by and got a view of my cunt and Jon's balls. His gumshoe was buried deep inside me. The outset girl who spotted us told the other 2 and they stared for a while before walking off giggling.

Punishment way - as I said, only two machines in there so far, but there are sight of sword rings in the walls, base and roof. One auto is a sort of electric car shock machine. It's a longsighted metal dildo attached to a pole that is bolted to the floor. The pinnacle is adjustable and is set so that the dildo is just inside me when I'm stood up on my tiptoes. There are 2 little clamp on the floor that keep my big toes in place. I have to stand on my tiptoes because under my bounder are switched that good turn on the great power. It comes on when I relax and my heels go down. Just to make water sure that I can't undo the big toe clinch there are ropes hanging down from the cap that Jon fastens to my wrists.

I was a bit queasy when I first saw the wires that went from it to a control unit of measurement then to a main socket on the bulwark. I looked at Jon who just said,"Trust me !"I do.

For the beginning 10 minutes or so it was nothing special, just like having a dildo partially in me. After that my wooden leg and feet start to get a bit fag and I started to go down a bit. It's nice as the dildo goes in a bit further, but then my dog trigger the switch and I get a jounce. Boy did I jumpstart the number 1 time. The control box keeps the voltage low, but it can be increased.

The more jade my legs got the more daze I got. The more shocks I got the more turn on and the more wear down I got. Jon left me alone for the for the first time 30 or 40 moment, then started checking on me every 5 instant or so. Jon can distinguish when my pain turns to pleasure and when he realised that I was getting close to cumming he turned up the electric potential a bit. Just at the full point of no counter Jon upped the electromotive force 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 harbour me up after he'd untied my carpus. I really needed that long shower and catch some Z's afterwards.

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

Jon necktie me in shoes, switches it on and then leaves me to it. The number one meter that I used it I'd cum 4 times 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 miss Jon, but I knew that I could have some fun.

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

The initiatory sentence that I went out on the scooter was ‘ interesting ’. I'd put on a shortsighted, sparse cotton plant ‘ A'skirt and a tie front man slim blouse. At first I was concentrating quite intemperately as I drove along the road and really didn't bill what the jazz was doing to my clothes. For a starting signal, the wind was keeping my nipples rock hard. The other thing was that my skirt was getting blown up and I had to stop a few meter to pull in it down from my shank. After a while I got more confident and started relaxing a bit. I soon discovered that if I sat forward on the nates, lounged back and opened my knees, the air current felt wonderful on my pussy. I stopped caring about my skirt being round my shank except for when I was in a built-up surface area with lots of people about. Out in the country I once noticed that my tie front blouse had come undone and my breasts were getting tanned. The blouse was so thin out that I couldn't palpate the difference.

I was really enjoying riding around with my legs undefendable and the breeze massaging my puss. When I did get off outside a slight supermarket there was a big wet spot on the seat. The vibrations were causing me to produce lubrication faster than the picnic could dry it.

After I'd bought some bread and an ice-cream I sat on the road Curb eating the ice-cream with my knees knack and my metrical unit apart. I couldn't have planned it better if I'd have thought about it. Some tourer walked up the road on the other face of the street and I didn't realise that my pussy was on good display until a man did a image yield 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 stop to buy some petrol. The attendee was a youth of about 19 or 20. I had to ask for his aid and repaid him by dropping my money and deflexion over to foot 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 take a shit it a clothes free trip. The only 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 swim. The motor scooter was out of the head for 2 reasons. The first was that it was too far for me, and I didn't fancy the main road. The second base was that I was sure that I would get arrested.

I didn't notice anyone looking at me as I drove there, although I did take a final stage minute detour when I saw a policeman standing on a corner where I would have to stop.

There weren't many automobile in the car park when I got there and I parked well away from the dune. I made a dash across the car commons and soon relaxed when I got into the dune. The day went great, my all-over tan improved and I had a relaxing sentence in the tender sea.



The ‘ fun'started when I decided to go back to the villa. As I walked towards the car car park I noticed a lot of machine, and a gang of about 10 noisy younker on motorbike hanging around near where I was parked. Realising that I had could deliver a bit of a job 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 woman so far from the beach.

Eventually I decided that I couldn't wait any longer, and with a pounding essence and a pussy getting progressively wetter, I started walking towards the car. It wasn't long before they saw me and most of them jumped on their bicycle and started riding round and assault me. I knew that if I stopped I would probably consume 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 duad of miles before giving up and going somewhere else.

A twosome of fourth dimension I took the punishment political machine that I kneel down on, outside to pleasure myself out in the sun. I couldn't take it that far out because the electrical energy cable wasn't that long. Anyway, after I'd been riding it the s time for about 5 minutes I was just getting to the item of no riposte when I noticed something moving out of the corner of my eye. I turned to see what it was and was shocked to see that it was a young man with a bucket in his bridge player.

Struggling to hold back the orgasm that was about to arrive I asked him who the infernal region he was. With a big grin he said,"I'm the pool man, get along here every Tuesday. Don't check because of me, I like to see a char enjoying herself."By that clock time I couldn't stop even if I wanted to, so I let it happen. It was even more vivid because I had a finis minute, unexpected hearing. A reasonable looking one at that.

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

One afternoon I went for another walk in Natalie Wood - raw of grade. It was so peaceful, so warm, and so natural. I came across the vertebral column on another villa and watched a pair having sex in their pool. That turned me on a bit, so I had to ease myself whilst I stood there watching them.

Another day I went window shopping in Marbella. There are some wild shop class there, but in a lot of them you need a big coin bank balance wheel to buy anything. Not a lot exciting happened although I'm sure I must have given some people a flash bulb of my goody. The luminosity breeze kept blowing my annulus up and I couldn't be bothered to do anything about it.

I rode the motor scooter to the local anaesthetic shops just about every morning that week, and really enjoyed the feeling of the cinch on my pussy as I rode with my stifle as far apart as I could. The shop that I usually went to was a piddling supermarket. I seemed to spend long time there waiting for the chance to dart some suitable someone either by squatting down to look at something on a backside ledge, or bending over to reach a great scene of my ass.

The shop appeared to be run by an oldish man and a teenage missy who was usually on the checkout. By the end of the week the old man was smiling at me and following me about. The girl got her ploughshare as well, for some ground I always managed to trap the bottom of my myopic skirt as I picked the good up after she had rung them into the public treasury. She usually stared at my denudate puss as I slowly counted my Euros out of my purse with one paw as the other held the bread etc. ( and my chick ).

On the Fri night I was having a ‘ wet'pipe dream when I woke up with what I thought to be a burglar in the room. I lay there frightened but placidity, hoping that whoever it was wouldn't realise that I was there. A bit silly really as what burglar could resist doing something to a naked, slender 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 dark, and I was tied, spreadeagle, face down. I was blindfold, had something over my ears, something very solid in my twat, and something was squeezing and pulling my nipples.

After a suddenly time the something in my pussy was twisted round and pushed in and out a bit. My pussy responded and the pain sensation turned to slight pleasure. It was then removed.

After what seemed like eld, something else was put in. This prison term 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 abrupt pain in the neck in my nipple. This deepen my coming and I screamed out. As I calmed down I realised that the painful sensation in my nipples was electricity.

The vibe was removed and I was left for a piece. Then the Lapplander affair happened again, and again, and again. I think it was 4 fourth dimension in all. I was knackered, but well-chosen, even though I didn't know who was doing it to me.

I was left for a lot longer 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 light. Had I dreamed it all ? Had I had a great, wet dream ? My pussy was certainly wet and sore, so were my nip. I got up and went and had a exhibitor.

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

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

Later that day we went along the coast to where a cable car goes from in the middle of the village / Ithiel Town, to the top of the mountain. I was only wearing a curtly, light ‘ A'skirt and fuddled, fragile, gabardine ‘ T'shirt. As we got gamey, it got colder and windy. When we got out at the top it was blowing a gale, a cold gale. My dame was all over the place and my nipple were threatening to rip the ‘ T'shirt. With that ‘ T'shirt you can always see my dark nipples, but with them that hard the textile was really under pressure. It didn't help that Jon had poured some of our drinking urine on them.

It's a fantastic place with views for miles and all sorts of unfounded boo. However, we couldn't stay long because there were pile of kid there and I was involuntarily giving them a example in human biology. Jon even told me that I could try to have my skirt in its proper seat, which is something that I'm normally forbidden to do.

Sunday nighttime - Jon took me to a nightclub in Fuengirola. I wore a minuscule inglorious dress - loose fitting, low cut, spaghetti shoulder strap, and 4 in heels. We both had a few too many drinks and Jon decided that we should get some sleep in the car before returning to the villa.

When I half woke up it was light and I discovered that golf-club car park was part of a route that teenagers took to their high school day. I had slept in the repose passenger seat and my dress had ridden up to my shank and my right manus was gently rubbing my pussy ( I often wake up dong that ).

I managed to resist panicing and stayed still and waited to see what would happen. After a spell I heard a Cy Young man's spokesperson. I couldn't understand what he was saying, but he was excited. After a few seconds there were Sir Thomas More voice, male and female. I decided to up the ante and really started playing with my snatch - still pretending to be at peace. I eased my legs wider and was really going for it when everything went pipe down. side by side affair that happened was that the driver's threshold opened and Jon got in saying,"Did I spoil your fun ?"

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

I'm sure that we'll be going again, and I'm looking forward to having more ‘ fun'out there.

dear,

V