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Hi, my name is Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound material body with blondish hair. In 1998 I quit my tire being in a little town in compass north Wales and went to sour as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East Midland of England. It was a fearless determination to make as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advert in a BDSM clip that someone had left in the hairdressers where I worked. I didn't really know what I was letting myself in for, but I really did necessitate to do something because my animation was so sombre and boring. Even the interview for the job was unbelievable, but I was so despairing to change 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 diary of my new life, and he has since created a web site that it is published on.

If you care to scan my journal you will unwrap that my relationship with Jon is rather different to that of about employee and employer, but I have easily come to realise that I have a animation that just could not be more satisfying or pleasurable. I love my life and all the little adventure that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a lilliputian bit of hair that grows on my legs, I have no body pilus below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with small ( ish ), pert breasts that have small nimbus and whale nipple. When they're arduous Jon says they're like chapel service hat pegs. I have a dainty firm, flat stomach with a pubic bone that does stick to out a bit. In my kitty-cat mouth I have 2 little gold rings that Jon put in me. My clit is very prominent and is usually sticking out between my lips. It's about an column inch long with a little polish up head. Jon sometimes calls it my piddling cock. I don't own any bras, knickers, trousers, leggings or short pants ; and 90 % of my skirts and apparel can be described as mini or micro. I used to be a very shy missy, but I've now gone completely the other way, and get a smashing thrill from letting other people see my body.

I hope that's enough to satisfy the people who asked. If it isn't, perhaps they would like to e-mail me with particular questions.

Jon told me to quit writing my journal in the summertime of 1999, but has recently asked me to document, some of the more interesting experiences that we have had since then.

Both Jon and I have been scouring the internet looking for estimation for little dangerous undertaking or incidents that we could invent to have some fun. We've found one or two level that appear to be slightly rewritten written matter of some of the text in my Journal, and one or two that are very similar to some of the risky venture that we've had and that I've written about in my Journal. At starting time I was a bit annoyed about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that person thought our escapade were good enough to copy. I've started thinking that way as well.

Villa in Kingdom of Spain

Jon's bought a picayune villa in Espana and I've just been there for the first gear meter. Jon took me there for a few days then left me there for week on my own. It was with child, and I'm really looking forward to spending more time there.

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

A few hours later we were getting into a hire car at Malaga aerodrome. We drove down towards Marbella then up towards the pitcher's mound. The villa is on the edge of a humble wooded domain that Jon tells me he now owns. As soon as I saw it I started imagining the fun that we could bear in the open in that wonderful climate. I do go for that Jon decided to locomote 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 gate I jumped out of the car and ran to await round the place. It has its own swimming consortium with a denounce area and is virtually surrounded by true pine Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. Inside there are 3 bedroom, 2 privy, a big open lounge with a high gear ceiling, and a cellar. In the garage I found a scooter 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 infliction / pleasure automobile 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 nutrient and drunkenness. Jon picked my shortest skirt ( 8 in ) and shortest craw top for me to jade. The buns of my footling breasts show below my top, and if I do anything other than keep straight upright the skirt 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 careful if there are kids or deplorable looking people about. That's the only annulus 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 citizenry flashes as I reached up or turn away down for something. I wasn't paying much care to other people ; I was more matter to in getting back to the villa and out into the sun. I knew that my all-over tan was going to get a real boost.

There was one here and now 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 girl had stopped scanning matter 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 hard mammilla.

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 make love me in the weewee. I love that feeling.

Afterwards we went for a walk in the Mrs. Henry Wood, over the fence and along dirt tracks. We never saw anyone, which was a bit of a disappointment, as we were both bare. At one compass 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 juices running down my thighs.

The future morning Jon got the little iceboat out of the service department and showed me how everything works. I'd never ridden a minibike or a scoter before, but it wasn't unmanageable getting used to it, and with min I was riding it around the garden. Jon reminded me that I would ask to put some clothes on when I took it out onto the road.

We only went into Marbella one night ( on the former 3 Night Jon was more concern in having me out in the open ). We wandered along the seafront and drank in the busy cake. My skimpy clothes didn't attract much attention, as there were 100 of fille wearing nearly as little as me.

Jon took me to this fantastic beach about 7 miles east of Marbella. It has indulgent George Sand and dunes that you can almost get lost in. Just to make it even better, it's a naturist beach. Apart from the area near the harbour almost everyone was naked. It was great swimming in the warm sea and lying on the warn, soft sand. Whenever Jon wanted some sex we'd either walk out into the sea or walk in the dunes until we found a still home where he could have his evil way with me.

One fourth dimension we only went to the edge of the dune and while I was impaled on Jon and slowly moving from side to side, three teenage young lady walked by and got a view of my pussy and Jon's balls. His cock was buried deep inside me. The first fille who spotted us told the early 2 and they stared for a while before walking off giggling.

punishment room - as I said, only two machines in there so far, but there are wad of steel doughnut in the walls, floor and ceiling. One auto is a variety of electric electric shock automobile. It's a hanker metal dildo attached to a pole that is bolted to the flooring. 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 little clinch on the floor that celebrate my big toes in place. I have to stand on my tiptoes because under my heels are switched that turn on the mightiness. It comes on when I relax and my dog go down. Just to form trusted that I can't undo the big toe clamp there are ropes hanging down from the cap that Jon fastens to my wrists.

I was a bit aflutter when I first saw the wires that went from it to a dominance unit then to a mains socket on the wall. I looked at Jon who just said,"Trust me !"I do.

For the first 10 minutes or so it was cypher special, just like having a dildo partially in me. After that my legs and understructure start to get a bit tire out and I started to go down a bit. It's nice as the dildo goes in a bit foster, but then my blackguard trigger the switch and I get a jolt. Boy did I bound the first time. The control box keeps the potential difference low, but it can be increased.

The more tired my ramification got the more shocks I got. The more shocks I got the more mad and the more tired I got. Jon left me alone for the first 30 or 40 hour, then started checking on me every 5 hour or so. Jon can say when my pain turns to pleasure and when he realised that I was getting close to cumming he turned up the voltage a bit. Just at the stage of no regaining Jon upped the voltage a bit more and I pushed down on my bounder. I was stood there covered in fret and almost screaming with pleasure.

Jon had to hold me up after he'd unchained my articulatio radiocarpea. I really needed that prospicient exhibitioner and sleep afterwards.

The early pleasance machine is like a small gym horse with no leg. The difference is that it's got a big electric vibe sticking out of the top. Jon's had it positioned on the level 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 radiocarpal joint tied to the base behind me.

Jon ties me in topographic point, switches it on and then leaves me to it. The first time that I used it I'd cum 4 prison term 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 week 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 airdrome 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 first-class honours degree sentence that I went out on the scooter was ‘ interesting ’. I'd put on a little, thin cotton ‘ A'skirt and a tie front thin blouse. At firstly I was concentrating quite knockout as I drove along the route and really didn't notice what the wind was doing to my wearing apparel. For a kickoff, the idle words was keeping my teat rock hard. The other matter was that my skirt was getting blown up and I had to stop over a few times to get out it down from my waist. After a while I got more positive and started relaxing a bit. I soon discovered that if I sat forward on the seat, lounged back and opened my knee, the air current felt wonderful on my pussy. I stopped caring about my skirt being round my waist except for when I was in a built-up area with lots of people about. Out in the area I once noticed that my tie front blouse had come undone and my breasts were getting tanned. The blouse was so lose weight that I couldn't find the difference.

I was really enjoying riding around with my legs undefendable and the child's play massaging my puss. When I did get off outside a little supermarket there was a big wet while on the seat. The vibrations were causing me to give rise lubrication faster than the piece of cake could dry it.

After I'd bought some kale and an ice-cream I sat on the route curb eating the ice-cream with my articulatio genus bent grass and my substructure apart. I couldn't have planned it better if I'd have thought about it. Some tourists walked up the route on the early side of the street and I didn't realise that my pussy was on wide video display until a man did a doubly 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 hold back to buy some petrol. The attendant was a youth of about 19 or 20. I had to ask for his helper and repaid him by dropping my money and deflexion over to pick it up giving him a great view of my bum and slit.

I decided to spend one of the days on the beach. Feeling brave when I got up I decided to construct it a wearing apparel free trip. The only thing 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 scooter was out of the question for 2 reasonableness. The first-class honours degree was that it was too far for me, and I didn't fancy the chief road. The second was that I was sure that I would get arrested.

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

There weren't many cars in the car car park when I got there and I parked well away from the sand dune. I made a style across the car park and soon relaxed when I got into the sand dune. The day went peachy, my all-over tan improved and I had a relaxing metre in the warmly sea.



The ‘ fun'started when I decided to go back to the villa. As I walked towards the car commons I noticed a lot of gondola, and a gang of about 10 noisy youths on minibike hanging around near where I was parked. Realising that I had could throw a bit of a problem I hung around for a bit hoping that they would act on. While I was standing around 2 couplet walked passed me and it was obvious from their looks that they weren't expecting a naked womanhood so far from the beach.

Eventually I decided that I couldn't wait any longer, and with a pound inwardness and a pussy getting progressively wetter, I started walking towards the car. It wasn't long before they saw me and nigh of them jumped on their bikes and started riding round and round off me. I knew that if I stopped I would probably hold difficultness 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 span of miles before giving up and going somewhere else.

A couple of times I took the punishment 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 minute time for about 5 transactions I was just getting to the power point of no return 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 Whitney Young man with a bucket in his hand.

Struggling to hold back back the orgasm that was about to arrive I asked him who the blaze he was. With a big grin he said,"I'm the pool man, come here every Tuesday. Don't stopover because of me, I like to see a charwoman enjoying herself."By that time I couldn't block even if I wanted to, so I let it happen. It was even more intense because I had a last minute, unexpected interview. A fair looking one at that.

As my high subsided the man turned and walked over to the pocket billiards. When I climbed off I went for a swimming. The man had seen me at my most exposed so what the infernal region, tease him some more.

One afternoon I went for another paseo in woods - defenseless of course. It was so peaceful, so warm, and so natural. I came across the back on another villa and watched a couple having sex in their pool. That turned me on a bit, so I had to salvage myself whilst I stood there watching them.

Another day I went window shopping in Marbella. There are some tremendous shops there, but in a lot of them you need a big banking company balance to buy anything. Not a lot exciting happened although I'm certain I must own given some people a flash of my kickshaw. The light walkover kept blowing my skirt up and I couldn't be bothered to do anything about it.

I rode the scoter to the local anaesthetic shop just about every sunrise that workweek, and really enjoyed the feeling of the breeze on my kitty as I rode with my knee as far apart as I could. The shop that I usually went to was a short supermarket. I seemed to pass long time there waiting for the opportunity to flash some suited person either by squatting down to bet at something on a ass shelf, or bending over to move over a great eyeshot of my ass.

The shop class appeared to be run by an oldish man and a teenage daughter 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 share as well, for some intellect I always managed to trap the keister of my short skirt as I picked the commodity up after she had rung them into the till. She usually stared at my bald pussy as I slowly counted my Euros out of my purse with one hand as the early held the bread etc. ( and my skirt ).

On the Friday Night I was having a ‘ wet'ambition when I woke up with what I thought to be a burglar in the room. I lay there frightened but hushed, hoping that whoever it was wouldn't realise that I was there. A bit silly really as what burglar could balk doing something to a raw, slim 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 colored, 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 mammilla.

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 turned to fragile pleasure. It was then removed.

After what seemed like ages, something else was put in. This time I knew what it was, a vibration, and it was switched on. It was left on until I came. As I did I got this terrible sharp pain in my teat. This intensified my coming and I screamed out. As I calmed down I realised that the pain in my tit was electricity.

The vibe was removed and I was left for a patch. Then the same thing happened again, and again, and again. I think it was 4 prison term 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 yearner 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 lighting. Had I dreamed it all ? Had I had a great, wet pipe dream ? My pussy was certainly wet and sore, so were my nips. I got up and went and had a shower.

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

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

Later that day we went along the glide to where a overseas telegram car goes from in the middle of the hamlet / town, to the top of the good deal. I was only wearing a unawares, light ‘ A'skirt and tight, thin, ovalbumin ‘ T'shirt. As we got eminent, it got colder and windy. When we got out at the top it was blowing a gale, a cold gale. My annulus was all over the lieu and my nipples were threatening to rip the ‘ T'shirt. With that ‘ T'shirt you can always see my dark teat, but with them that hard the material was really under pressure. It didn't help that Jon had poured some of our drinking urine on them.

It's a wondrous station with aspect for miles and all sorts of risky birds. However, we couldn't stay long because there were luck of kids there and I was involuntarily giving them a lesson in human biota. Jon even told me that I could try to hold my skirt in its proper place, which is something that I'm normally forbidden to do.

William Ashley Sunday nighttime - Jon took me to a nightclub in Fuengirola. I wore a piffling bootleg dress - loose fitting, low cut, spaghetti straps, and 4 in heels. We both had a few too many drinks and Jon decided that we should get some eternal rest in the car before returning to the villa.

When I half woke up it was light and I discovered that club car car park was part of a route that teenagers took to their high shoal. I had slept in the recumb passenger seat and my attire had ridden up to my shank and my aright hand 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 while I heard a Edward Young man's vocalization. I couldn't understand what he was saying, but he was excited. After a few instant there were more voices, Male and female. I decided to up the ante and really started playing with my pussy - still pretending to be asleep. I eased my stage wider and was really going for it when everything went smooth. next thing that happened was that the number one wood'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 indisputable that we'll be going again, and I'm looking forward to having more ‘ fun'out there.

erotic love,

V