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Hi, my name is genus 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 tire macrocosm in a little townspeople in North Wales and went to work as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East midland of England. It was a gay conclusion to puddle as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advert in a BDSM magazine that someone had left in the hairdressers where I worked. I didn't really cognize 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 unbelievable, but I was so despairing to change my spirit 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 diary of my new life, and he has since created a web internet site that it is published on.

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

If you care to scan my daybook you will light upon that my family relationship with Jon is rather different to that of near employee and employer, but I have easily come to earn that I have a life history that just could not be more satisfying or enjoyable. I love my life and all the little adventures that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a trivial bit of hair that grows on my legs, I have no body hair below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with diminished ( ish ), pert titty that have small aureoles and jumbo nipples. When they're strong Jon says they're like chapel hat wooden leg. I have a courteous firm, unconditional belly with a pubic bone that does stay put out a bit. In my cunt lips I have 2 fiddling Au pack that Jon put in me. My clit is very large and is usually sticking out between my back talk. It's about an inch long with a little round oral sex. Jon sometimes calls it my little gumshoe. I don't own any bras, knickers, trouser, leging or short pants ; and 90 % of my skirts and dresses can be described as mini or micro. I used to be a very shy female child, but I've now gone completely the other way, and get a enceinte flush from letting early multitude see my body.

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

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

Both Jon and I have been scouring the net looking for mind for little adventures or incidents that we could construct 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 daybook, 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 diary. At first I was a bit annoyed about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that someone thought our risky venture were good enough to copy. I've started thinking that way as well.

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

The builder Next Door

Although Jon's house has an upstairs and a downstairs, the theatre on either slope only have one level, they're cottage. endure summer we noticed quite a bit of action, and quite a bit of noise, at one of them. Looking down from the penalisation elbow room window ( we have a 6 foot high fence ) ; we could see that one of our neighbor was having a conservatory built at the dorsum of their cottage. This gave Jon an theme and he went into the back garden and moved the big scaffolding frame so that the underside was facing where the indoor garden was being built.

The scaffolding frame is a bit like a big bed, but about 10 feet long, and 6 feet wide. It has 2 padded crossing members and some webbing shoulder strap across it. I've spent many a happy hour strapped to it spread-eagle, both facing the ground, and the sky. I've also got a few level of all-over suntan when I've been on it.

Anyway, Jon got a few redundant pieces of scaffold and made a slight alteration to it. He left it so that there was a vertical bar about 6 inches from where my kitty is when I'm restrained on it.

That was it for that Night, but the adjacent evening Jon took a look at the construction work and told me that the next 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 put to work the next morning he told me to overcompensate my presence with suntan application and to go and make myself comfortable on the scaffolding frame. After he finished his breakfast, he came outside and tied my ankles and wrists to the material body. He then pulled a blindfold out of his sac and put it on me.

There I was, naked, spread-eagle, and tied down with the prospect of being like that for the following 8 or 9 hr. It was a typical Brits summer's day, wet and not very warm up. For what seemed like a dyad of hours I was quite cold and not very glad. Even the sentiment of what might happen wasn't keeping me warm.

About lunchtime ( my belly was telling me it was lunchtime ) I started to warm up and could find out some interference from next threshold. My brain started having vision of the time that our conservatory was built and I was spread-eagle on the bed with the builders taking photographs of me ( see my daybook ). That clock time Jon had some control over the detergent builder, but this meter 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 inch from my twat would make it unmanageable for mortal to actually lie with me, but not out of the question. All they needed was a spanner.

As metre went on I got warmer and bedwetter, and not from the rainfall. I was having a wet revery remembering some of the exciting times that I've had. All of a sudden I heard a man yell,"Fucking hell ! Come 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 courteous tingling in my downcast stomach and pussy was starting again.

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

After what seemed ilk time of day I heard the incline 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 right mammilla, but it could take imagined it. Even so, I gasped a slight.

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

Relieved and excited, I said,"Oh Hi, I was beginning to call up that I was imagining that individual was there."“ What are you doing out here like that ?"the man's voice 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 tone of his vocalism 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 long suspension a second man's phonation said,"right field then, you won't idea if we ‘ abuse'you a bit will you ?"With that I felt a jolting hired hand grab my correct breast and start mauling it. Then another bridge player on my left breast. 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 second man said,"If you want to miss an opportunity like this then sodomite of and finish up putting that roof on. I'm going to have a bit of this slut."After a bit more mamilla pulling I heard the side gate bam, then I felt a deal 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 little rings in my cunt sass being pulled around. Then my clit was grabbed and pulled. It was pulled so hard that I screamed. Both men went away and I felt the whole scaffolding frame move.

"What bastard put that fucking pole between your leg ?"he asked. I didn't answer him. After the solid frame moved another duet of times everything went quietly before I heard a zip unfasten. Then I heard what must have been the man climbing into the frame because the next thing that I knew was that I felt his tool force play my mouth open."suction that bitch"he said. So I did.



He was stood above my head with his balls bouncing on my face and I couldn't get much of his pecker in my back talk, but it didn't long for him to cum. His jism didn't taste as skillful as Jon's, but there was pot of it. I had trouble swallowing it without choking.

After he shot his incumbrance into my mouth there was a farsighted intermission before I felt him climb off the chassis."I'm off for a spanner, don't go away."He said laughingly. There was a few second base tranquility and I was thinking,"Oh Irish bull, Jon's not going to like this,"when I heard Jon say,"Can I help you ?"

"Err um, me and my mate are working side by side doorway and own just seen your slave, err adult female. I though I'd better cum and see that she was all right."He said."Thank you for your concern, but she's all right, aren't you genus Vanessa ?"Jon replied. Before I had chance to answer, 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 totally 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 take charge of me in a instant, and leaving the blindfold in place he disappeared.

About ten moment later he returned with a wrench and took the extra poll off. I thought that he was going to roll in the hay me then, but he didn't, he left me and came back a bit later."Wanted to stool sure we had an audience,"he said as he rammed his pecker into me.

I was getting close to cumming, but not close enough, as Jon shot his load into me. When he pulled out of me I said,"lord, please make me cum, I need to cum."Jon ignored me and went inside. I was just coming to the conclusion that my defeat 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 orgasm of the day. Then the second. Just as the third base was starting to build up, the vibe was removed and Jon took the blindfold off. He untied my carpus and ankle joint and told me to go and get a shower. It took historic period for my oculus to get used to the sunlight, and when I looked over towards where the builders were working, the conservatory roof looked as though it was finished, and I couldn't see anyone.

When I got on a higher floor I looked out of the front 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 publish all of them on my web pages as and when he's record them, and is happy with them.

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