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Hi, my figure 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 boring existence in a little town in Union Wales and went to work as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East Midland of England. It was a brave determination to shit as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advert in a BDSM magazine that someone had left in the stylist 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 biography was so drab and boring. Even the interview for the job was unbelievable, but I was so desperate 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 internet site that it is published on.

If you care to translate my Journal you will attain that my relationship with Jon is rather different to that of most employee and employer, but I have easily come to make that I have a life-time that just could not be more satisfying or pleasurable. I love my animation and all the little adventures that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a little 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 small ( ish ), saucy breasts that have small nimbus and giant mammilla. When they're hard Jon says they're like chapel hat peg. I have a nice firm, compressed stomach with a pubic bone that does stupefy out a bit. In my kitty-cat back talk I have 2 little amber band that Jon put in me. My clit is very prominent and is usually sticking out between my brim. It's about an in long with a little orotund top dog. Jon sometimes calls it my trivial shaft. I don't own any bandeau, pants, pant, legging or short circuit ; and 90 % of my bird and dress can be described as mini or micro. I used to be a very shy girl, but I've now gone completely the other way, and get a great charge from letting other people see my body.

I hope that's enough to fulfil 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 diary 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 cyberspace looking for approximation for short adventures or incidents that we could manufacture to get some fun. We've found one or two write up that appear to be slightly rewritten transcript 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 diary. At starting time I was a bit annoyed about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that someone thought our adventures were estimable enough to re-create. I've started thinking that way as well.

Villa in Spain

Jon's bought a lilliputian villa in Espana and I've just been there for the first time. Jon took me there for a few day then left me there for hebdomad on my own. It was large, and I'm really looking forward to spending Sir Thomas More fourth dimension there.

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

A few hours later we were getting into a hire car at Malaga airport. We drove down towards Marbella then up towards the hill. The villa is on the edge of a humble wooded orbit that Jon tells me he now owns. As soon as I saw it I started imagining the fun that we could possess in the open in that wonderful clime. I do hope that Jon decided to move over there permanently.

I'd already taken my wearing apparel off within moment 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 look round the blank space. It has its own swimming pool with a snitch area and is virtually surrounded by pine tree trees. Inside there are 3 bedrooms, 2 john, a big unresolved lounge with a high roof, 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 people Punishment room. Jon has had only two pain / pleasance simple machine installed so far, Sir Thomas More about them later.

The first-class honours degree job when we got there was to go back towards Marbella to a giant supermarket to get some food and drunkenness. Jon picked my shortest chick ( 8 in ) and shortest crop top for me to wear. The prat of my little breast show below my top, and if I do anything other than prevent straight upright the wench will either ride-up, showing my bum and pussy, or skid 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 kidskin or miserable looking hoi polloi about. That's the only wench that Jon will let me root for straight when I'm with him. Anyway, it didn't take long to get there and I gave a few mass newsflash as I reached up or bent down for something. I wasn't paying much attention to other people ; I was more interested in getting back to the Pancho Villa and out into the sun. I knew that my all-over tan was going to get a real encouragement.

There was one second at the check-out that I remember. I was reaching over to get the solid food to put into the bags when I realised that the check-out fille had stopped scanning thing 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 intemperate nipples.

As soon as the nutrient 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. I love that feeling.

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

The adjacent forenoon Jon got the minuscule scooter out of the service department and showed me how everything works. I'd never ridden a motorbike or a water scooter before, but it wasn't unmanageable getting used to it, and with minutes I was riding it around the garden. Jon reminded me that I would necessitate to put some clothes on when I took it out onto the road.

We only went into Marbella one Nox ( on the other 3 Nox Jon was more interest in having me out in the outdoors ). We wandered along the seafront and drank in the fussy bars. My skimpy clothes didn't attract lots attending, as there were C of girls wearing nearly as trivial as me.

Jon took me to this fantastic beach about 7 air mile east of Marbella. It has mild sand and dunes that you can almost get lost in. Just to make it even better, it's a nudist 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, lenient sand. Whenever Jon wanted some sex we'd either take the air out into the sea or pass in the dunes until we found a quiet billet where he could suffer his immorality way with me.

One clock time 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 girls walked by and got a panorama of my pussy and Jon's chunk. His dick was buried bass inside me. The first girl who spotted us told the other 2 and they stared for a while before walking off giggling.

Punishment elbow room - as I said, only two simple machine in there so far, but there are lots of steel rings in the paries, floor and cap. One car is a sort of galvanic shock motorcar. It's a long metal 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 little clamps on the story that keep my big toes in place. I have to stand on my tiptoes because under my cad are switched that turn on the powerfulness. It comes on when I relax and my heels go down. Just to give indisputable that I can't undo the big toe clamps there are ropes hanging down from the ceiling that Jon fastens to my wrists.

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

For the foremost 10 hour or so it was nothing limited, just like having a dildo partially in me. After that my stage and feet start to get a bit stock and I started to go down a bit. It's nice as the dildo goes in a bit advance, but then my dog trigger the electric switch and I get a jolt. Boy did I jump the kickoff prison term. The control box keeps the voltage low, but it can be increased.

The more tired my wooden leg got the more shocks I got. The Sir Thomas More jounce I got the more excited and the more shopworn I got. Jon left me alone for the first 30 or 40 minutes, then started checking on me every 5 bit or so. Jon can tell 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 replication Jon upped the voltage a bit more and I pushed down on my heels. I was stood there covered in swither and almost screaming with pleasure.

Jon had to hold me up after he'd untied my wrists. I really needed that farseeing cascade and sleep afterwards.

The other pleasure machine is like a humble gym sawhorse with no legs. The difference is that it's got a big galvanizing 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 rope hold me back with my wrists tied to the floor behind me.

Jon standoff me in home, switches it on and then leaves me to it. The showtime time that I used it I'd cum 4 metre before Jon came and switched it off.

It wasn't long before Jon had to go dwelling, 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 receive 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 hebdomad in the sun all on my own.

The first fourth dimension that I went out on the scooter was ‘ interesting ’. I'd put on a short, thin cotton plant ‘ A'skirt and a tie front man thin blouse. At first I was concentrating quite hard as I drove along the route and really didn't observation what the jazz was doing to my clothes. For a start, the wind was keeping my nipples rock hard. The other thing was that my skirt was getting blown up and I had to stop a few metre to pull it down from my waist. After a while 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 lead felt wonderful on my puss. I stopped caring about my skirt being fill out my waist except for when I was in a built-up area with lot of mass about. Out in the body politic I once noticed that my tie social movement blouse had come undone and my white meat were getting tanned. The blouse was so thin that I couldn't feel the difference.

I was really enjoying riding around with my pegleg opened and the zephyr massaging my pussy. When I did get off outside a little supermarket there was a big wet while on the bottom. The palpitation were causing me to farm lubrication faster than the child's play could dry it.

After I'd bought some bread and an ice-cream I sat on the road check eating the ice-cream with my genu bent and my pes apart. I couldn't have planned it expert 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 full display until a man did a double take and said, ‘ bloody hell."When I realised what he was looking at I managed not to oppose and just sat there.

I got lost on the way back, and had to arrest to buy some petrol. The attendant was a youth of about 19 or 20. I had to ask for his help and repaid him by dropping my money and bending over to pick it up giving him a great view of my bum and pussy.

I decided to drop one of the days on the beach. Feeling brave when I got up I decided to make it a clothes free head trip. The entirely affair 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 reasons. The inaugural was that it was too far for me, and I didn't fancy the main road. The second was that I was sure that I would get arrested.

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

There weren't many railroad car in the car green when I got there and I parked well away from the dune. I made a dash across the car parkland and soon relaxed when I got into the sand dune. The day went with child, my all-over tan improved and I had a relaxing time in the ardent sea.



The ‘ fun'started when I decided to go back to the Pancho Villa. As I walked towards the car parking area I noticed a lot of cars, and a ring of about 10 noisy early days on motorbike hanging around near where I was parked. Realising that I had could have a bit of a job I hung around for a bit hoping that they would move on. While I was standing around 2 twain walked passed me and it was obvious from their tone that they weren't expecting a au naturel woman so far from the beach.

Eventually I decided that I couldn't wait any yearner, and with a throb heart and a pussy getting progressively wetter, I started walking towards the car. It wasn't long before they saw me and most of them jumped on their bikes and started riding daily round and round me. I knew that if I stopped I would probably have difficultness in getting moving again. They were shouting at me, and each other but I hadn't a clew what they were saying. Eventually, sweating and with wet thighs, I reached the car and got in. Some of them followed me for a couple of miles before giving up and going somewhere else.

A yoke of sentence I took the punishment political 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 second time for about 5 minutes I was just getting to the full point of no proceeds when I noticed something moving out of the recess of my eye. I turned to see what it was and was shocked to see that it was a young man with a bucket in his hand.

Struggling to make back the orgasm that was about to arrive I asked him who the hell he was. With a big grin he said,"I'm the pool man, make out here every Tuesday. Don't stoppage because of me, I like to see a woman enjoying herself."By that time I couldn't stop over even if I wanted to, so I let it find. It was even more vivid because I had a last minute of arc, unexpected audience. A reasonable looking one at that.

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

One afternoon I went for another walk in Sir Henry Joseph Wood - naked of form. It was so peaceful, so lovesome, and so natural. I came across the back on another villa and watched a mates having sex in their pool. That turned me on a bit, so I had to relieve myself whilst I stood there watching them.

Another day I went window shopping in Marbella. There are some marvellous workshop there, but in a lot of them you need a big bank balance to buy anything. Not a lot exciting happened although I'm surely I must cause given some hoi polloi a flash of my goodies. The light breeze kept blowing my bird up and I couldn't be bothered to do anything about it.

I rode the iceboat to the local shops just about every morning that calendar week, and really enjoyed the tactile sensation of the snap on my pussy as I rode with my knee joint as far apart as I could. The store that I usually went to was a little supermarket. I seemed to spend eld there waiting for the opportunity to flash some suitable person either by squatting down to search at something on a bottom shelf, or bending over to give a great panorama of my ass.

The shop appeared to be run by an oldish man and a teenage girl 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 part as well, for some reason I always managed to trap the bottom of my short skirt as I picked the goods up after she had rung them into the till. She usually stared at my bald kitty-cat as I slowly counted my Euros out of my purse with one hand as the early held the bread etc. ( and my doll ).

On the Friday night I was having a ‘ wet'dream when I woke up with what I thought to be a burglar in the room. I lay there frightened but quiet, hoping that whoever it was wouldn't realise that I was there. A bit silly really as what burglar could resist 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 mouth. I passed out.

When I woke up it was still dark, and I was tied, spread-eagle, face down. I was blindfold, had something over my spike, something very whole in my pussy, and something was squeezing and pulling my mamilla.

After a brusque time the something in my pussycat was twisted rhythm and pushed in and out a bit. My twat responded and the pain turned to slim pleasure. It was then removed.

After what seemed ilk geezerhood, something else was put in. This clip I knew what it was, a vibe, and it was switched on. It was left on until I came. As I did I got this terrible acutely pain in my nipples. This step up my climax and I screamed out. As I calmed down I realised that the pain in my nipples was electricity.

The vibe was removed and I was left for a while. Then the like thing happened again, and again, and again. I think it was 4 clock time 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 long clock 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 great, wet dream ? My twat was certainly wet and sore, so were my nips. I got up and went and had a exhibitor.

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

"Had a unspoiled night ?"was all that Jon said, but I knew then that it wasn't a dream - I think, Jon had given me a few tremendous coming and made me palpate fantastic.

Later that day we went along the coast to where a cable car goes from in the midsection of the village / townspeople, to the top of the great deal. I was only wearing a short, light ‘ A'skirt and close, thin, flannel ‘ T'shirt. As we got higher, it got colder and windy. When we got out at the top it was blowing a gale, a cold gale. My wench was all over the place and my nipples were threatening to rip the ‘ T'shirt. With that ‘ T'shirt you can always see my black tit, but with them that hard the cloth was really under pressure. It didn't help that Jon had poured some of our drinking weewee on them.

It's a marvellous place with views for miles and all sorts of wild birds. However, we couldn't stay long because there were spate of kids there and I was involuntarily giving them a lesson in human being biology. 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.

Lord's Day night - Jon took me to a nightclub in Fuengirola. I wore a little black dress - unaffixed trying on, low cut, spaghetti strap, and 4 inch hound. We both had a few too many drinks and Jon decided that we should get some sleep in the car before returning to the villa.

When I half woke up it was light and I discovered that clubhouse car ballpark was part of a path that teen took to their high schooling. I had slept in the repose rider ass and my apparel had ridden up to my waist and my mightily paw was gently rubbing my kitty-cat ( I often wake up dong that ).

I managed to defy panicing and stayed still and waited to see what would chance. After a patch I heard a young man's vox. 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 at rest. I eased my wooden leg wider and was really going for it when everything went muted. succeeding affair 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 good 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 Sir Thomas More ‘ fun'out there.

erotic love,

V