foundation

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 drill existence in a little town in North weal and went to work as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East Midlands of England. It was a braw decision to make as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advertizing in a BDSM magazine that soul had left in the hairdressers where I worked. I didn't really know what I was letting myself in for, but I really did need to do something because my life was so drab and boring. Even the interview for the job was incredible, but I was so desperate to change my life history 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 publish a journal of my new life, and he has since created a web site that it is published on.

http : //www.asstr.org/~Vanessa/

If you care to read my daybook you will discover that my relationship with Jon is rather unlike to that of most employee and employer, but I have easily come to realise that I have a life that just could not be more satisfying or gratifying. I love my biography and all the lilliputian risky venture that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a short bit of hairsbreadth that grows on my legs, I have no consistency tomentum below my cervix. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with diminished ( ish ), pert titty that have humble aureoles and goliath nipple. When they're hard Jon says they're like chapel hat peg. I have a Nice business firm, categorical tum with a pubic bone that does stick out a bit. In my snatch mouth I have 2 picayune gold rings that Jon put in me. My clitoris is very prominent and is usually sticking out between my rim. It's about an inch long with a little round read/write head. Jon sometimes calls it my little dick. I don't own any bras, knickers, trouser, leggings or short pants ; and 90 % of my skirts and frock 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 expectant quiver 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 like to e-mail me with particular questions.

Jon told me to intercept writing my diary 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 theme for picayune adventures or incidents that we could manufacture to have some fun. We've found one or two story 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 adventure that we've had and that I've written about in my Journal. At first I was a bit annoyed about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that someone thought our adventures were unspoilt enough to copy. I've started thinking that way as well.

The adventure I'm about to report happened in the summertime of 2000 and wasn't really planned. It was just a spontaneous reaction ( by Jon ) to something that happened at the business firm adjacent door.

The builder Next Door

Although Jon's house has an upstairs and a downstairs, the houses on either side only have one floor, they're cottage. last summer we noticed quite a bit of natural process, and quite a bit of stochasticity, at one of them. Looking down from the punishment room window ( we have a 6 human foot in high spirits fence ) ; we could see that one of our neighbours was having a indoor garden built at the back of their bungalow. This gave Jon an estimation and he went into the back garden and moved the big scaffolding frame so that the bottom was facing where the indoor garden was being built.

The scaffolding soma is a bit like a big bed, but about 10 feet long, and 6 feet wide. It has 2 padded mark fellow member and some webbing straps across it. I've spent many a felicitous hour strapped to it spread-eagle, both facing the ground, and the sky. I've also got a few layers of all-over suntan when I've been on it.

Anyway, Jon got a few trim slice of scaffold and made a fragile qualifying to it. He left it so that there was a upright bar about 6 inches from where my cunt is when I'm restrained on it.

That was it for that Nox, but the next evening Jon took a looking at at the building work and told me that the succeeding day was going to be ‘ my day ’. He told me that the way PVC conservatoire are built meant that the job would probably be finished the next day so we only had one chance.

Just before Jon went to figure out the future aurora he told me to shroud my straw man with suntan lotion and to go and shit myself comfortable on the staging frame. After he finished his breakfast, he came outside and link my ankles and wrists to the figure. He then pulled a blindfold out of his sack and put it on me.

There I was, au naturel, spread-eagle, and tied down with the prospect of being like that for the adjacent 8 or 9 hours. It was a typical British summer's day, wet and not very warm. For what seemed like a pair of time of day I was quite frigid and not very happy. Even the sentiment of what might happen wasn't keeping me warm.

About lunchtime ( my stomach was telling me it was lunchtime ) I started to warm up and could pick up some randomness from next door. My psyche started having imagination of the time that our conservatory was built and I was spread-eagle on the bed with the detergent builder taking photographs of me ( see my journal ). That time Jon had some ascendence over the builders, but this prison term he didn't have any. If, when, they discovered me, they'd be capable to do anything they liked to me. The piece of scaffolding that Jon had fixed about 6 inch from my twat would make it difficult for someone to actually have a go at it me, but not unsufferable. All they needed was a spanner.

As metre went on I got warmer and wetter, and not from the rain. I was having a wet daydream remembering some of the charge up metre that I've had. All of a sudden I heard a man shout,"Fucking hell ! cum and have a facial expression at this."Everything went unruffled and I knew that they'd seen me. If I was wet before, then I was getting drenched then. That nice tingling in my lower berth stomach and cunt was starting again.

I could try them talking, but couldn't make out the words. After a while everything went quiet down. Were they coming round, had the gone for their lunch, or what ? The expectancy and not knowing was getting me even more excited. I could experience my pussy succus trickling down between my arse cheeks.

After what seemed like hours I heard the face gate subject. Next I heard groundwork walking towards me. I knew they were there, but I couldn't see them. I thought I felt something touch modality my right nipple, but it could have imagined it. Even so, I gasped a fiddling.

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 min, a young sounding man's voice said,"Are you all right ?"

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

"My professional restrained me here this sunup. It's my punishment for not obeying him."I said."Your Master ! That means that you're his slave ?"the tone of his vox 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 happy about that ?"was the reply. I just said,"Yes"and waited.

After a recollective pause a s man's voice said,"rightfulness then, you won't thinker if we ‘ abuse'you a bit will you ?"With that I felt a boisterous handwriting grab my rightfield breast and start mauling it. Then another paw on my left tit. My teat ( which were rock hard ) were being pulled in every direction. It was hurting, but it was nice.

"You shouldn't be doing that,"the first man's voice said. The irregular man said,"If you want to overleap an opportunity like this then bugger of and finish putting that ceiling on. I'm going to accept a piece of this slut."After a bit more nipple pulling I heard the side gate bam, then I felt a handwriting on my pussy. As a finger went inside me, the man said,"You're loving this aren't you ?"I was, but I didn't say so.

The hand on my pussy backed off. Then I felt the niggling rings in my kitty lips being pulled around. Then my clit was grabbed and pulled. It was pulled so hard that I screamed. Both hands went away and I felt the unit staging anatomy movement.

"What bastard put that fucking pole between your legs ?"he asked. I didn't answer him. After the unharmed frame moved another yoke of times everything went silence before I heard a zip unfasten. Then I heard what must hold been the man climbing into the physical body because the following thing that I knew was that I felt his dick force my mouth loose."sucking that squawk"he said. So I did.



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

After he shot his lode into my lip there was a long pause before I felt him go up off the frame."I'm off for a spanner, don't go away."He said laughingly. There was a few seconds repose and I was thinking,"Oh shit, Jon's not going to like this,"when I heard Jon say,"Can I help you ?"

"Err um, me and my partner are working next threshold and birth just seen your slave, err woman. I though I'd better come and see that she was all right."He said."Thank you for your fear, but she's all right, aren't you genus Vanessa ?"Jon replied. Before I had chance to resolve, the man said,"Right 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 hale thing 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 strike care of me in a hour, and leaving the blindfold in place he disappeared.

About ten minute later he returned with a wrench and took the redundant poll off. I thought that he was going to have a go at it me then, but he didn't, he left me and came back a bit later."Wanted to micturate sure we had an interview,"he said as he rammed his peter into me.

I was getting close to cumming, but not close enough, as Jon shot his lode into me. When he pulled out of me I said,"victor, please pee-pee me cum, I need to cum."Jon ignored me and went inside. I was just coming to the decision that my frustration 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 number 1 climax of the day. Then the second. 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 historic period for my eyes to get used to the sun, and when I looked over towards where the constructor were working, the conservatory 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 constructor's van drive off.

I have other experiences that Jon has told me to document. I'm sure that Jon will get me to release all of them on my web varlet as and when he's read them, and is happy with them.

passion

Vanessa