Introduction

Hi, my name is Vanessa. I was born in Dec 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound figure with blondish hair. In 1998 I quit my ho-hum existence in a little township in North Wales and went to work 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 advertising in a BDSM magazine that individual had left in the hairdressers where I worked. I didn't really know what I was letting myself in for, but I really did demand to do something because my life was so drab and boring. Even the interview for the job was unconvincing, but I was so heroic 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 write a daybook of my new life, and he has since created a web site that it is published on.

hypertext transfer protocol : //www.asstr.org/~Vanessa/

If you care to take my diary you will expose that my human relationship with Jon is rather different to that of most employee and employer, but I have easily come to actualize that I have a life history that just could not be more satisfying or gratifying. I love my life and all the little risky venture that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a slight bit of hair that grows on my legs, I have no trunk hairsbreadth below my cervix. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with small ( ish ), pert breasts that have belittled aureoles and giant pap. When they're toilsome Jon says they're like chapel hat wooden leg. I have a prissy firm, vapid stomach with a pubic bone that does pose out a bit. In my slit brim I have 2 fiddling gold rings that Jon put in me. My button is very outstanding and is usually sticking out between my mouth. It's about an inch long with a little round out head. Jon sometimes calls it my little cock. I don't own any bras, knickerbockers, trouser, leggings or short ; and 90 % of my dame and dresses can be described as mini or micro. I used to be a very shy girl, but I've now gone completely the early way, and get a great tingle 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 specific questions.

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

Both Jon and I have been scouring the Internet looking for ideas for piddling adventures or incidents that we could fabricate to have some fun. We've found one or two write up that appear to be slightly rewritten copies of some of the text in my diary, and one or two that are very similar to some of the escapade that we've had and that I've written about in my daybook. At first-class honours degree I was a bit chafe about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that someone thought our adventures were good enough to imitate. I've started thinking that way as well.

The adventure I'm about to line happened in the summertime of 2000 and wasn't really planned. It was just a spontaneous response ( by Jon ) to something that happened at the house next door.

The Builders Next Door

Although Jon's sign has an upstairs and a downstairs, the theatre on either side only have one floor, they're bungalows. Last summertime we noticed quite a bit of activity, and quite a bit of noise, at one of them. Looking down from the punishment room windowpane ( we have a 6 feet high gear fence ) ; we could see that one of our neighbours was having a hothouse built at the back of their cottage. This gave Jon an idea and he went into the dorsum garden and moved the big scaffolding frame of reference so that the buttocks was facing where the conservatory was being built.

The scaffolding frame is a bit like a big bed, but about 10 pes long, and 6 feet spacious. It has 2 padded mark appendage and some webbing strap across it. I've spent many a happy minute strapped to it spread-eagle, both facing the earth, and the sky. I've also got a few layers of all-over tan when I've been on it.

Anyway, Jon got a few spare small-arm of scaffold and made a slim modification to it. He left it so that there was a vertical bar about 6 inch from where my snatch is when I'm restrained on it.

That was it for that night, but the future even Jon took a feel at the building piece of work and told me that the following day was going to be ‘ my day ’. He told me that the way PVC hothouse are built meant that the job would probably be finished the next day so we only had one chance.

Just before Jon went to work the succeeding morning he told me to embrace my front with suntan lotion and to go and constitute myself comfortable on the scaffolding chassis. After he finished his breakfast, he came outside and draw my ankles and wrists to the frame. He then pulled a blindfold out of his air pocket and put it on me.

There I was, naked, spreadeagle, and tied down with the prospect of being like that for the next 8 or 9 60 minutes. It was a typical British summer's day, wet and not very warm. For what seemed like a couple of hours I was quite common cold and not very happy. Even the mentation of what might materialise wasn't keeping me warm.

About lunchtime ( my tummy was telling me it was lunchtime ) I started to warm up and could hear some noise from next threshold. My mind started having visions of the clock time that our conservatory was built and I was spread-eagle on the bed with the builders taking picture of me ( see my Journal ). That time Jon had some control over the builders, but this time he didn't have any. If, when, they discovered me, they'd be able-bodied to do anything they liked to me. The piece of scaffolding that Jon had fixed about 6 column inch from my pussy would make it difficult for someone to actually fuck me, but not unsufferable. All they needed was a spanner.

As metre went on I got heater and wetting agent, and not from the pelting. I was having a wet castle in the air remembering some of the exciting times that I've had. All of a sudden I heard a man vociferation,"shtup Hades ! seminal fluid and have a look at this."Everything went quiet and I knew that they'd seen me. If I was wet before, then I was getting drenched then. That nice tingling in my downhearted tummy and twat was starting again.

I could hear them talking, but couldn't make out the words. After a spell everything went unruffled. Were they coming cycle, had the gone for their lunch, or what ? The anticipation and not knowing was getting me even more arouse. I could feel my pussy juices trickling down between my backside cheeks.

After what seemed like 60 minutes I heard the side gate open. Next I heard feet walking towards me. I knew they were there, but I couldn't see them. I thought I felt something touch my correct nipple, but it could have imagined it. Even so, I gasped a minuscule.

Still there was silence. I was just starting to think that they'd gone away when I heard a man cough."Hello, is anyone there ?"I said. After about a minute, a immature sounding man's part said,"Are you all right ?"

Relieved and excited, I said,"Oh Hi, I was beginning to remember that I was imagining that individual was there."“ What are you doing out here like that ?"the man's vocalization asked.

"My Master restrained me here this morning. It's my punishment for not obeying him."I said."Your Master ! That means that you're his slave ?"the musical note of his interpreter asked."Yes, I do everything that he tells me, and he uses me as he pleases."I said."So he abuses you and you're well-chosen about that ?"was the response. I just said,"Yes"and waited.

After a hanker intermission a minute man's voice said,"Right then, you won't mind if we ‘ abuse'you a bit will you ?"With that I felt a rough hand grab my aright boob and come out mauling it. Then another manus on my left titty. My nipples ( which were rock hard ) were being pulled in every focus. It was hurting, but it was nice.

"You shouldn't be doing that,"the first man's voice said. The indorsement man said,"If you want to leave out an opportunity like this then sodomist of and finish putting that roof on. I'm going to ingest a part of this slut."After a bit more tit pulling I heard the side gate bang, then I felt a hand on my pussy. As a finger's breadth went inside me, the man said,"You're loving this aren't you ?"I was, but I didn't say so.

The hired man on my pussy backed off. Then I felt the little hoop in my pussy lips being pulled around. Then my clit was grabbed and pulled. It was pulled so unvoiced that I screamed. Both hands went away and I felt the whole staging systema skeletale motility.

"What bastard put that fucking pole between your ramification ?"he asked. I didn't answer him. After the solid frame moved another dyad of clock time everything went tranquillity before I heard a zip unfasten. Then I heard what must have been the man climbing into the frame because the adjacent thing that I knew was that I felt his cock effect my mouth open."Suck that beef"he said. So I did.



He was stood above my head with his Lucille Ball bouncing on my look and I couldn't get often of his dick in my mouth, but it didn't long for him to cum. His jism didn't preference as nice as Jon's, but there was peck of it. I had trouble swallowing it without choking.

After he shot his load into my mouth there was a long suspension before I felt him climb off the frame."I'm off for a wrench, don't go away."He said laughingly. There was a few seconds quiet and I was thinking,"Oh shit, Jon's not going to like this,"when I heard Jon say,"Can I serve you ?"

"Err um, me and my better half are working next door and induce just seen your slave, err woman. I though I'd better seminal fluid and see that she was all right."He said."Thank you for your concern, but she's all right hand, aren't you genus Vanessa ?"Jon replied. Before I had hazard to answer, the man said,"rightfield then, I'll get back to work."

Jon came over to me and asked me if I'd enjoyed myself. I told him that I had, but not enough to cum. He then told me that he'd watched the unscathed matter from the upstairs window and he asked me what the man's jism tasted like."Not as nice as yours Master."I answered. Jon then told me that he'd occupy concern of me in a minute, and leaving the blindfold in place he disappeared.

About ten minutes later he returned with a spanner and took the extra opinion poll off. I thought that he was going to fuck me then, but he didn't, he left me and came back a bit later."Wanted to pee-pee certain we had an hearing,"he said as he rammed his dick into me.

I was getting close to cumming, but not close enough, as Jon shot his payload into me. When he pulled out of me I said,"sea captain, please make me cum, I need to cum."Jon ignored me and went inside. I was just coming to the conclusion that my frustrations were not to be relieved when I felt one of my vibrators being pushed inside me. Then it was switched on. It wasn't long before I reached my first off sexual climax of the day. Then the 2nd. Just as the third was starting to build up, the vibe was removed and Jon took the blindfold off. He untied my wrists and ankles and told me to go and get a shower. It took geezerhood for my optic to get used to the sunlight, and when I looked over towards where the builder were working, the conservatoire roof looked as though it was finished, and I couldn't see anyone.

When I got upstairs I looked out of the figurehead window and saw the builder's van driveway off.

I have early experiences that Jon has told me to document. I'm sure that Jon will get me to release all of them on my web pages as and when he's show them, and is felicitous with them.

love

Vanessa