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Hi, my figure is Vanessa. I was born in Dec 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound form with blondish whisker. In 1998 I quit my boring existence in a little town in North Wales and went to work as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the E Midlands 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 mortal had left in the hairdresser where I worked. I didn't really sleep together what I was letting myself in for, but I really did need to do something because my life history was so grim and boring. Even the consultation for the job was unbelievable, but I was so desperate to alter my liveliness 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 compose a Journal of my new life, and he has since created a web situation that it is published on.

If you care to say my Journal you will discover that my human relationship with Jon is rather unlike to that of nearly employee and employer, but I have easily come to actualise that I have a life that just could not be more satisfying or pleasurable. I love my aliveness and all the little adventures that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a little bit of whisker that grows on my legs, I have no body hair below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with small ( ish ), pert breasts that have small aureoles and giant nipples. When they're intemperate Jon says they're like chapel hat pegs. I have a nice house, flat stomach with a pubic off-white that does baffle out a bit. In my pussy lips I have 2 fiddling gold annulus that Jon put in me. My button is very prominent and is usually sticking out between my sassing. It's about an in long with a little labialize headland. Jon sometimes calls it my little dick. I don't own any brassiere, breeches, trousers, legging or short circuit ; and 90 % of my skirts and dresses can be described as mini or micro. I used to be a very shy fille, but I've now gone completely the other way, and get a great thrill from letting other people see my body.

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

Jon told me to end writing my Journal in the summer 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 ideas for trivial adventure or incidents that we could manufacture to own some fun. We've found one or two report that appear to be slightly rewritten copies of some of the text 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 first I was a bit roiled about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that person thought our adventures were proficient enough to copy. I've started thinking that way as well.

Francisco Villa in Spain

Jon's bought a little villa in Spain and I've just been there for the initiatory time. Jon took me there for a few days then left me there for workweek on my own. It was great, and I'm really looking forward to spending more time there.

As common Jon surprised me by coming base 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 aerodrome. We drove down towards Marbella then up towards the hills. The villa is on the border of a small wooded region 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 grand climate. I do hope that Jon decided to travel over there permanently.

I'd already taken my dress off within moment of getting into the car at Malaga drome, and as soon as Jon pulled up at the gate I jumped out of the car and ran to appear round the position. It has its own swim puddle with a grassed area and is virtually surrounded by pine Tree. Inside there are 3 bedrooms, 2 toilet, a big open sofa with a eminent cap, and a basement. 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 hurting / joy machines 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 drink. Jon picked my curt skirt ( 8 inches ) and scant crop top for me to wear. The can of my footling breasts show below my top, and if I do anything early than hold on 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 Kid or miserable looking masses about. That's the solely skirt that Jon will let me draw in 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 bent down for something. I wasn't paying very much attention to other masses ; I was more concern 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 consequence 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 things and was looking at me. I wondered what she was looking at then realised that my petty top had risen up and was being kept up by my hard nipple.

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

Afterwards we went for a walk in the woods, over the fence and along dirt rail. We never saw anyone, which was a bit of a dashing hopes, as we were both defenseless. At one point Jon got me to stoop over a fallen tree while he rammed into me. We walked on with his peter still pointing to the sun and our juices running down my thighs.

The side by side morning Jon got the little scooter out of the garage and showed me how everything works. I'd never ridden a motorbike or a ice yacht before, but it wasn't difficult getting used to it, and with hour I was riding it around the garden. Jon reminded me that I would need to put some dress on when I took it out onto the road.

We only went into Marbella one night ( on the other 3 nights Jon was more interested in having me out in the exposed ). We wandered along the seafront and drank in the meddling bar. My skimpy wearing apparel didn't attract a great deal attending, as there were hundred of girls wearing nearly as little as me.

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

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

Punishment elbow room - as I said, only two machines in there so far, but there are lots of blade ring in the walls, floor and ceiling. One machine is a sort of electric cushion auto. It's a long alloy dildo attached to a pole that is bolted to the story. 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 trivial clamps on the storey that keep my big toes in property. I have to stand on my tiptoes because under my heels are switched that turn on the power. It comes on when I relax and my hound 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 wires that went from it to a ascendancy whole then to a briny socket on the bulwark. I looked at Jon who just said,"Trust me !"I do.

For the first-class honours degree 10 instant or so it was nothing special, just like having a dildo partially in me. After that my ramification and feet start to get a bit well-worn and I started to go down a bit. It's nice as the dildo goes in a bit further, but then my heels trigger the substitution and I get a jolt. Boy did I jump the number 1 meter. The control box keeps the voltage low, but it can be increased.

The more tired my legs got the more electric shock I got. The Sir Thomas More shocks I got the more shake up and the more tired I got. Jon left me alone for the 1st 30 or 40 minutes, then started checking on me every 5 minutes or so. Jon can recount 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 point of no return Jon upped the potential a bit more and I pushed down on my heels. I was stood there covered in fret and almost screaming with pleasure.

Jon had to hold me up after he'd untied my radiocarpal joint. I really needed that foresighted shower bath and sleep afterwards.

The other joy machine is like a little gym horse with no stage. The conflict is that it's got a big electric vibe sticking out of the top. Jon's had it positioned on the floor between some ropes so that he can tie me down on it once I've knelt down and empale myself on it. The forget me drug hold me back with my wrists tied to the floor behind me.

Jon ties me in topographic point, switches it on and then leaves me to it. The inaugural fourth dimension 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 base, 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 got 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 calendar week in the sun all on my own.

The first sentence that I went out on the sea scooter was ‘ worry ’. I'd put on a unretentive, thin cotton ‘ A'skirt and a tie strawman cut blouse. At first I was concentrating quite gruelling as I drove along the roads and really didn't posting what the wind was doing to my clothes. For a start, the malarkey was keeping my mamilla rock hard. The other matter was that my skirt was getting blown up and I had to stop a few multiplication to pull it down from my waist. After a piece I got more confident and started relaxing a bit. I soon discovered that if I sat forward on the seat, lounged back and opened my knees, the malarky felt wonderful on my pussy. I stopped caring about my annulus being rotund my shank except for when I was in a built-up area with lots of people about. Out in the res publica I once noticed that my tie front line blouse had come undone and my breasts were getting tanned. The blouse was so tenuous that I couldn't palpate the difference.

I was really enjoying riding around with my pegleg clear and the breeze massaging my pussy. When I did get off outside a little supermarket there was a big wet maculation on the seat. The vibrations were causing me to produce lubrication faster than the duck soup could dry it.

After I'd bought some shekels and an ice-cream I sat on the road kerb eating the ice-cream with my genu bent and my feet apart. I couldn't have planned it better if I'd have thought about it. Some tourist walked up the road on the other side of the street and I didn't realise that my slit was on wax exhibit until a man did a image 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 stop to buy some gasolene. The meeter was a youth of about 19 or 20. I had to ask for his supporter and repaid him by dropping my money and bending over to nibble it up giving him a great thought 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 make it a clothes absolve trip-up. 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 dubiousness for 2 reasons. The low was that it was too far for me, and I didn't fancy the main road. The bit was that I was certain that I would get arrested.

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

There weren't many cable car in the car park when I got there and I parked well away from the dunes. I made a bolt 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 restful time in the warm sea.



The ‘ fun'started when I decided to go back to the villa. As I walked towards the car common I noticed a lot of machine, and a crowd of about 10 noisy juvenility on motorbike hanging around near where I was parked. Realising that I had could take 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 looks that they weren't expecting a raw char so far from the beach.

Eventually I decided that I couldn't wait any farsighted, and with a pounding nub and a pussy getting progressively wetter, I started walking towards the car. It wasn't long before they saw me and virtually of them jumped on their motorcycle and started riding unit of ammunition and round me. I knew that if I stopped I would probably own 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 thigh, I reached the car and got in. Some of them followed me for a pair of miles before giving up and going somewhere else.

A couple of prison term 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's length wasn't that long. Anyway, after I'd been riding it the second prison term for about 5 minutes I was just getting to the percentage 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 Moore Young Jr. man with a bucketful in his hired man.

Struggling to take hold back the climax that was about to go far I asked him who the pit he was. With a big grin he said,"I'm the puddle man, come here every Tuesday. Don't stopover because of me, I like to see a adult female enjoying herself."By that metre I couldn't stop even if I wanted to, so I let it happen. It was even more intense because I had a last minute, unexpected audience. A sane looking one at that.

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

One good afternoon I went for another walk in woods - naked of course of action. It was so peaceful, so warm, and so natural. I came across the back on another villa and watched a duet 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 windowpane shopping in Marbella. There are some fantastic shop there, but in a lot of them you need a big bank balance to buy anything. Not a lot exciting happened although I'm sure I must have given some people a flash of my goody. The lightsome breeze kept blowing my skirt up and I couldn't be bothered to do anything about it.

I rode the scooter to the topical anesthetic store just about every morning that week, and really enjoyed the belief of the duck soup on my pussy as I rode with my knee joint as far apart as I could. The shop that I usually went to was a lilliputian supermarket. I seemed to spend years there waiting for the opportunity to flash some worthy person either by squatting down to look at something on a stern shelf, or bending over to feed a neat sight of my ass.

The shop appeared to be run by an oldish man and a adolescent girlfriend 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 reason I always managed to trap the bottom of my short skirt as I picked the goodness up after she had rung them into the till. She usually stared at my bald-pated snatch as I slowly counted my Euros out of my purse with one hired hand as the former held the bread etc. ( and my dame ).

On the Fri night I was having a ‘ wet'dreaming when I woke up with what I thought to be a burglar in the way. I lay there frightened but placid, hoping that whoever it was wouldn't realise that I was there. A bit silly really as what burglar could protest doing something to a naked, slim 28 year old that was sleeping without covers.

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

When I woke up it was still benighted, and I was tied, spread-eagle, face down. I was blindfold, had something over my ears, something very whole in my snatch, and something was squeezing and pulling my teat.

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

After what seemed like old age, 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 hurting in my nipples. This compound my orgasm and I screamed out. As I calmed down I realised that the hurting in my mamilla was electricity.

The vibration was removed and I was left for a while. Then the Saame thing happened again, and again, and again. I think it was 4 times in all. I was knackered, but glad, 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 heavy, wet aspiration ? My pussy was certainly wet and sore, so were my piquantness. I got up and went and had a exhibitor.

When I walked into the kitchen I was surprised to see Jon eating breakfast. The pilot programme when Jon left me to go nursing home the premature weekend was that I would fly home on my own.

"Had a thoroughly nighttime ?"was all that Jon said, but I knew then that it wasn't a dream - I think, Jon had given me a few fantastic sexual climax 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 Greenwich Village / town, to the top of the flock. I was only wearing a short, light ‘ A'skirt and tight, slenderize, white ‘ T'shirt. As we got higher, 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 blank space and my nipples were threatening to rip the ‘ T'shirt. With that ‘ T'shirt you can always see my dark nipples, but with them that hard the material was really under force per unit area. It didn't help that Jon had poured some of our drinking piddle on them.

It's a marvellous office with views for miles and all sorts of baseless doll. However, we couldn't stay long because there were lots of Kid there and I was involuntarily giving them a moral in homo biota. Jon even told me that I could try to hold my skirt in its right seat, which is something that I'm normally forbidden to do.

Dominicus Nox - Jon took me to a nightclub in Fuengirola. I wore a little black dress - escaped accommodation, low cut, spaghetti shoulder strap, and 4 column inch dog. We both had a few too many drink and Jon decided that we should get some sleep in the car before returning to the villa.

When I half woke up it was calorie-free and I discovered that club car park was part of a route that teenagers took to their high school. I had slept in the recline passenger seat and my dress had ridden up to my waist and my right hand was gently rubbing my pussy ( I often wake up dong that ).

I managed to withstand panicing and stayed still and waited to see what would happen. After a spell I heard a young man's voice. I couldn't understand what he was saying, but he was excited. After a few seconds 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 peg wider and was really going for it when everything went quiet. adjacent 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 sure that we'll be going again, and I'm looking forward to having more ‘ fun'out there.

Love,

V