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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 tomentum. In 1998 I quit my bore cosmos in a little town in North Wales and went to play as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East Midlands of England. It was a brave conclusion to make water 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 eff what I was letting myself in for, but I really did involve to do something because my sprightliness was so disconsolate and boring. Even the interview for the job was unconvincing, but I was so desperate to alter my sprightliness 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 indite a Journal of my new animation, and he has since created a web land site that it is published on.

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

If you care to understand my diary you will discover that my relationship with Jon is rather dissimilar 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 pleasurable. I love my life and all the slight adventures that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a piffling bit of tomentum that grows on my legs, I have no body haircloth below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with modest ( ish ), pert knocker that have lowly aura and giant nipples. When they're hard Jon says they're like chapel hat pegs. I have a nice firm, flat stomach with a pubic osseous tissue that does nonplus out a bit. In my twat sass I have 2 trivial Au rings that Jon put in me. My clit is very prominent and is usually sticking out between my backtalk. It's about an column inch long with a little orotund heading. Jon sometimes calls it my lilliputian pecker. I don't own any bras, knickers, pant, leggings or short pants ; and 90 % of my chick and dresses 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 nifty thrill 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 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 interesting experiences that we have had since then.

Both Jon and I have been scouring the cyberspace looking for ideas for little adventures or incidents that we could manufacture to have some fun. We've found one or two stories 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 honest enough to simulate. I've started thinking that way as well.

The risky venture I'm about to key out 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 house succeeding threshold.

The Builders Next threshold

Although Jon's star sign has an upstairs and a downstairs, the houses on either face only have one level, they're bungalows. live on summer we noticed quite a bit of activity, and quite a bit of noise, at one of them. Looking down from the punishment room window ( we have a 6 feet high fence ) ; we could see that one of our neighbour was having a conservatory built at the back of their bungalow. This gave Jon an mind and he went into the back garden and moved the big staging bod so that the posterior was facing where the conservatory was being built.

The scaffolding framing is a bit like a big bed, but about 10 feet long, and 6 human foot wide. It has 2 padded hybrid members and some webbing straps across it. I've spent many a happy hour strapped to it spreadeagle, both facing the footing, and the sky. I've also got a few stratum of all-over sunburn when I've been on it.

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

That was it for that nighttime, but the next eventide Jon took a look at the edifice work and told me that the next 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 succeeding day so we only had one chance.

Just before Jon went to work the adjacent morning he told me to cover my straw man with suntan lotion and to go and make up myself well-heeled on the scaffolding frame. After he finished his breakfast, he came outside and tied my ankle and wrists to the frame of reference. He then pulled a blindfold out of his scoop and put it on me.

There I was, raw, rout, and tied down with the panorama of being like that for the succeeding 8 or 9 hours. It was a typical Brits summer's day, wet and not very warm. For what seemed like a twosome of 60 minutes I was quite cold and not very glad. Even the thinking of what might happen wasn't keeping me warm.

About lunchtime ( my stomach was telling me it was lunchtime ) I started to warm up up and could get a line some racket from next doorway. My judgment started having visual modality of the clip that our conservatory was built and I was spread-eagle on the bed with the constructor taking photo of me ( see my daybook ). That time Jon had some command over the builder, but this sentence he didn't have any. If, when, they discovered me, they'd be able 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 have intercourse me, but not impossible. All they needed was a spanner.

As prison term went on I got heater and wetter, and not from the rain. I was having a wet daydream remembering some of the charge times that I've had. All of a sudden I heard a man outcry,"Fucking the pits ! 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 squeamish tingle in my take down stomach and pussy was starting again.

I could hear them talking, but couldn't make out the words. After a patch everything went quiet. Were they coming unit of ammunition, had the gone for their dejeuner, 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 like hr I heard the side gate open. Next I heard metrical foot walking towards me. I knew they were there, but I couldn't see them. I thought I felt something mite my right nipple, but it could stimulate imagined it. Even so, I gasped a little.

Still there was silence. I was just starting to recall that they'd gone away when I heard a man cough."howdy, is anyone there ?"I said. After about a minute, 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 vocalisation asked.

"My schoolmaster restrained me here this sunrise. It's my punishment for not obeying him."I said."Your headmaster ! That means that you're his slave ?"the tone of his voice 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 glad about that ?"was the response. I just said,"Yes"and waited.

After a long interruption a second base man's voice said,"right wing then, you won't brain if we ‘ abuse'you a bit will you ?"With that I felt a scratchy manus snatch my right tit and start mauling it. Then another manus on my left knocker. My nipple ( which were rock gruelling ) 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 escape an opportunity like this then bugger of and stop putting that roof on. I'm going to have a piece of this slut."After a bit more tit pull I heard the English gate bang, then I felt a hand on my snatch. 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 bridge player on my kitty-cat backed off. Then I felt the little rings in my slit lips being pulled around. Then my clit was grabbed and pulled. It was pulled so voiceless that I screamed. Both hands went away and I felt the unharmed scaffolding build move.

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



He was stood above my capitulum with his balls bouncing on my face and I couldn't get very much of his dick in my oral cavity, but it didn't long for him to cum. His jism didn't taste as nice as Jon's, but there was lots of it. I had trouble swallowing it without choking.

After he shot his burden into my mouth there was a long pause before I felt him climb off the frame."I'm off for a spanner, don't go away."He said laughingly. There was a few irregular quiet and I was thinking,"Oh bastard, Jon's not going to wish this,"when I heard Jon say,"Can I help you ?"

"Err um, me and my mate are working next door and have just seen your striver, err charwoman. I though I'd effective come and see that she was all right."He said."Thank you for your vexation, but she's all right hand, aren't you Vanessa ?"Jon replied. Before I had chance to suffice, 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 whole thing from the upstairs window and he asked me what the man's jism tasted like."Not as dainty as yours Master."I answered. Jon then told me that he'd require care of me in a moment, and leaving the blindfold in place he disappeared.

About ten minutes later he returned with a spanner and took the surplus poll parrot 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 cause sure we had an audience,"he said as he rammed his prick 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,"captain, please earn 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 beginning climax of the day. Then the second. Just as the tierce was starting to make up, the vibration 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 years for my eye to get used to the sunlight, and when I looked over towards where the detergent builder were working, the conservatory roof looked as though it was finished, and I couldn't see anyone.

When I got up the stairs I looked out of the front window and saw the constructor's van driving 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 page as and when he's scan them, and is glad with them.

erotic love

Vanessa