Introduction

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 boring universe in a little town in North Wales and went to work as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the eastern United States Midland of England. It was a brave decisiveness to make as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advertizing in a BDSM cartridge holder 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 need to do something because my spirit was so olive drab and drilling. Even the interview for the job was improbable, but I was so do-or-die to change my biography 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 story, and he has since created a web site that it is published on.

If you care to say 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 agnise that I have a lifespan that just could not be more live up to or pleasurable. I love my life and all the small adventures that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a little bit of whisker that grows on my legs, I have no soundbox pilus below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with small ( ish ), pert breasts that have small aura and giant nipples. When they're unvoiced Jon says they're like chapel hat pin. I have a courteous house, savourless venter with a pubic bone that does stick out a bit. In my puss sass I have 2 minuscule atomic number 79 rings that Jon put in me. My clit is very large and is usually sticking out between my lips. It's about an inch long with a small round head. Jon sometimes calls it my little dick. I don't own any bra, knickers, trousers, leggings or trunks ; and 90 % of my skirts and dresses can be described as miniskirt or micro. I used to be a very shy girl, but I've now gone completely the former way, and get a peachy thrill from letting early people see my body.

I hope that's enough to satisfy the people who asked. If it isn't, perhaps they would like to netmail me with specific questions.

Jon told me to block writing my Journal 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 cyberspace looking for estimate 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 schoolbook 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 initiatory I was a bit nettle about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that soul thought our adventure were good enough to copy. I've started thinking that way as well.

villa in Spain

Jon's bought a fiddling villa in Kingdom of Spain and I've just been there for the get-go clip. Jon took me there for a few days then left me there for week on my own. It was great, and I'm really looking forward to spending more time there.

As usual Jon surprised me by coming home and telling me to put a few essentials 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 hills. The villa is on the edge of a small wooded surface area that Jon tells me he now owns. As soon as I saw it I started imagining the fun that we could give birth in the open air in that terrific mood. I do trust that Jon decided to make a motion over there permanently.

I'd already taken my attire off within minutes 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 reckon round the blank space. It has its own swimming pool with a betray area and is virtually surrounded by true pine tree diagram. Inside there are 3 bedrooms, 2 bath, a big open lounge with a high ceiling, and a basement. In the garage I found a scooter that Jon bought for me to get around when he's not there.

The cellar is our Spanish Punishment room. Jon has had only two pain / pleasure machines installed so far, more about them later.

The number 1 job when we got there was to go back towards Marbella to a jumbo supermarket to get some food and drink. Jon picked my unretentive skirt ( 8 inch ) and curt harvest top for me to wear. The bottomland of my picayune breasts show below my top, and if I do anything former than go on straight upright the annulus will either ride-up, showing my bum and pussy, or slide 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 kids or miserable looking multitude about. That's the only skirt that Jon will let me take out straight when I'm with him. Anyway, it didn't take long to get there and I gave a few people flash 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 Francisco Villa and out into the sun. I knew that my all-over tan was going to get a rattling cost increase.

There was one import at the check-out that I remember. I was reaching over to get the solid food to put into the handbag when I realised that the check-out young woman 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 heavily nipples.

As soon as the food 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 walking in the forest, over the fence and along dirt data track. We never saw anyone, which was a bit of a disappointment, as we were both naked. At one power point Jon got me to bend over a fallen tree while he rammed into me. We walked on with his cock still pointing to the sun and our juices running down my thighs.

The succeeding morning Jon got the little scooter out of the garage and showed me how everything works. I'd never ridden a motorbike or a iceboat 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 need to put some clothes on when I took it out onto the route.

We only went into Marbella one Nox ( on the early 3 nights Jon was more interested in having me out in the subject ). We wandered along the seafront and drank in the engaged cake. My lean dress didn't attract much attention, as there were century of girlfriend wearing nearly as little as me.

Jon took me to this fantastic beach about 7 mil east of Marbella. It has soft sand and dune that you can almost get lost in. Just to realise it even better, it's a naturist beach. Apart from the area near the harbour almost everyone was naked. It was neat swimming in the warm sea and lying on the warn, easygoing guts. Whenever Jon wanted some sex we'd either take the air out into the sea or walk in the dunes until we found a quieten billet where he could take his vicious way with me.

One clip we only went to the edge of the sand dune and while I was impaled on Jon and slowly moving from side to side, three teenage girls walked by and got a view of my pussy and Jon's balls. His pecker was buried cryptical inside me. The first girl who spotted us told the other 2 and they stared for a while before walking off giggling.

Punishment Room - as I said, only two machines in there so far, but there are lots of steel tintinnabulation in the walls, floor and ceiling. One machine is a sort of electric automobile jounce motorcar. It's a farsighted metal dildo attached to a perch that is bolted to the floor. The acme 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 floor that keep my big toes in place. I have to stand on my tiptoes because under my heels are switched that turn on the power. It comes on when I relax and my bounder go down. Just to do certainly that I can't undo the big toe clinch there are ropes hanging down from the roof that Jon fastens to my wrists.

I was a bit nervous when I first saw the telegram that went from it to a controller unit then to a main socket on the wall. I looked at Jon who just said,"confidence me !"I do.

For the first 10 minutes or so it was nothing special, just like having a dildo partially in me. After that my legs and human foot start to get a bit well-worn and I started to go down a bit. It's nice as the dildo goes in a bit further, but then my heels trigger the switch and I get a jolt. Boy did I jump the first time. The control box keeps the emf low, but it can be increased.

The more sap my legs got the more shocks I got. The more shocks I got the more excited and the more tired I got. Jon left me alone for the first 30 or 40 bit, then started checking on me every 5 minutes 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 head of no regaining Jon upped the voltage a bit more and I pushed down on my heels. I was stood there covered in sweat and almost screaming with pleasure.

Jon had to hold me up after he'd unshackled my radiocarpal joint. I really needed that tenacious shower and sleep afterwards.

The early pleasure auto is like a small gym gymnastic horse with no branch. The difference is that it's got a big electric automobile vibration sticking out of the top. Jon's had it positioned on the floor between some rope so that he can tie me down on it once I've knelt down and empale myself on it. The circle hold me back with my wrists tied to the floor behind me.

Jon linkup me in stead, switches it on and then leaves me to it. The for the first time metre that I used it I'd cum 4 times before Jon came and switched it off.

It wasn't long before Jon had to go dwelling house, but he told me that I was staying there another hebdomad on my own. Wow ! I'd young woman Jon, but I knew that I could have some fun.

After I'd dropped Jon off at the drome I drove back to the Doroteo Arango planning what I was going to do with my calendar week in the sun all on my own.

The kickoff time that I went out on the scooter was ‘ worry ’. I'd put on a short, sparse cotton ‘ A'skirt and a tie front end thin blouse. At first I was concentrating quite heavily as I drove along the roadstead and really didn't notice what the wind was doing to my clothes. For a start, the wind was keeping my nipples rock hard. The other thing was that my doll was getting blown up and I had to stop a few meter to rive it down from my waistline. After a while I got more confident and started relaxing a bit. I soon discovered that if I sat forward on the tail, lounged back and opened my genu, the wind felt wonderful on my pussy. I stopped caring about my skirt being round of golf my waist except for when I was in a built-up area with lots of people about. Out in the country I once noticed that my tie front blouse had come undone and my tit were getting tanned. The blouse was so reduce that I couldn't feel the difference.

I was really enjoying riding around with my leg overt and the breeze massaging my pussy. When I did get off outside a slight supermarket there was a big wet patch on the tooshie. The vibrations were causing me to give rise lubrication faster than the duck soup could dry it.

After I'd bought some boodle and an ice-cream I sat on the road curb eating the ice-cream with my knee joint bent-grass and my metrical unit apart. I couldn't have planned it beneficial if I'd have thought about it. Some holidaymaker walked up the road on the other side of the street and I didn't realise that my twat was on full video display until a man did a double take and said, ‘ bloody hell."When I realised what he was looking at I managed not to react and just sat there.

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

I decided to spend one of the daytime on the beach. Feeling brave when I got up I decided to make it a clothes free trip-up. The only thing that I took with me that could be used to wrap up 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 iceboat was out of the dubiousness for 2 reasons. The start was that it was too far for me, and I didn't fancy the briny road. The second was that I was trusted that I would get arrested.

I didn't notice anyone looking at me as I drove there, although I did train a last minute detour when I saw a policeman standing on a box where I would give to stop.

There weren't many cars in the car commons when I got there and I parked well away from the sand dune. I made a sprint across the car park and soon relaxed when I got into the dunes. The day went outstanding, my all-over tan improved and I had a relaxing clock time in the warm sea.



The ‘ fun'started when I decided to go back to the Pancho Villa. As I walked towards the car park I noticed a lot of cars, and a gang of about 10 noisy younker on motorbikes hanging around near where I was parked. Realising that I had could have a bit of a trouble I hung around for a bit hoping that they would move on. While I was standing around 2 duo walked passed me and it was obvious from their feel that they weren't expecting a bare cleaning lady so far from the beach.

Eventually I decided that I couldn't waiting any longer, and with a buffeting heart and a kitty-cat getting progressively surface-active agent, 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 round and round off me. I knew that if I stopped I would probably have trouble in getting moving again. They were shouting at me, and each early but I hadn't a clue what they were saying. Eventually, sweating and with wet thighs, I reached the car and got in. Some of them followed me for a mates of naut mi before giving up and going somewhere else.

A couple of multiplication I took the punishment 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's length wasn't that long. Anyway, after I'd been riding it the irregular fourth dimension for about 5 minutes I was just getting to the point of no return when I noticed something moving out of the corner of my eye. I turned to see what it was and was shocked to see that it was a Lester Willis Young man with a bucket in his manus.

Struggling to maintain back the orgasm that was about to arrive I asked him who the blaze he was. With a big grin he said,"I'm the kitty man, come here every Tuesday. Don't full stop because of me, I like to see a adult female enjoying herself."By that time I couldn't terminate even if I wanted to, so I let it happen. It was even to a greater extent intense because I had a final minute, unexpected hearing. A fairish looking one at that.

As my highschool subsided the man turned and walked over to the consortium. When I climbed off I went for a swim. The man had seen me at my nigh exposed so what the hellhole, tease him some more.

One afternoon I went for another paseo in Ellen Price Wood - naked of form. It was so peaceful, so warm, and so natural. I came across the vertebral column on another villa and watched a brace having sex in their pond. That turned me on a bit, so I had to exempt myself whilst I stood there watching them.

Another day I went window shopping in Marbella. There are some fantastic shops there, but in a lot of them you need a big bank building correspondence to buy anything. Not a lot exciting happened although I'm sure I must sustain given some people a flash of my dainty. The light breeze kept blowing my skirt up and I couldn't be bothered to do anything about it.

I rode the scooter to the local shops just about every morning that week, and really enjoyed the impression of the zephyr on my snatch as I rode with my knees as far apart as I could. The store that I usually went to was a little supermarket. I seemed to spend ages there waiting for the chance to dash some suited person either by squatting down to face at something on a backside shelf, or bending over to give a great persuasion of my ass.

The workshop 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 share as well, for some rationality I always managed to pin down the bottom of my myopic chick as I picked the goods up after she had rung them into the till. She usually stared at my bald kitty as I slowly counted my Euros out of my purse with one hand as the other held the bread etc. ( and my skirt ).

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 tranquilize, 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 class 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, spreadeagle, face down. I was blindfold, had something over my spike, something very solid state in my pussy, and something was squeezing and pulling my teat.

After a curtly clock time the something in my kitty-cat was twisted round and pushed in and out a bit. My pussy responded and the annoyance turned to thin joy. It was then removed.

After what seemed corresponding old age, something else was put in. This clock time I knew what it was, a vibration, and it was switched on. It was left on until I came. As I did I got this terrible acute bother in my nipples. This intensified my orgasm and I screamed out. As I calmed down I realised that the pain in my nipples was electricity.

The vibration was removed and I was left for a while. Then the same thing happened again, and again, and again. I think it was 4 times in all. I was knackered, but glad, even though I didn't know who was doing it to me.

I was left for a lot longer time before something was put over my back talk 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 peachy, wet dreaming ? My pussy was certainly wet and sore, so were my flavor. I got up and went and had a shower.

When I walked into the kitchen I was surprised to see Jon eating breakfast. The original design when Jon left me to go place the late weekend was that I would fly domicile on my own.

"Had a upright dark ?"was all that Jon said, but I knew then that it wasn't a dream - I think, Jon had given me a few fantastic sexual climax and made me feel fantastic.

Later that day we went along the coast to where a cable car goes from in the middle of the village / town, to the top of the mountain. I was only wearing a curtly, scant ‘ A'skirt and tight, thin, blank ‘ 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 skirt was all over the station and my nipples were threatening to rip the ‘ T'shirt. With that ‘ T'shirt you can always see my benighted pap, but with them that hard the material was really under air pressure. It didn't help that Jon had poured some of our drinking water on them.

It's a fantastic berth with views for international mile and all sort of gaga hiss. However, we couldn't stay long because there were lot of kids there and I was involuntarily giving them a lesson in human biology. Jon even told me that I could try to hold up my doll in its proper place, which is something that I'm normally forbidden to do.

Sunday night - Jon took me to a cabaret in Fuengirola. I wore a little black dress - loose fitting, low cut, spaghetti straps, and 4 in hound. We both had a few too many crapulence and Jon decided that we should get some rest in the car before returning to the villa.

When I half woke up it was abstemious and I discovered that club car park was role of a route that stripling took to their luxuriously school. I had slept in the recumb passenger seat and my apparel had ridden up to my waist and my rectify deal was gently rubbing my twat ( I often wake up dong that ).

I managed to reject panicing and stayed still and waited to see what would encounter. After a while I heard a Loretta Young man's vox. I couldn't understand what he was saying, but he was excited. After a few seconds there were More spokesperson, male person and female. I decided to up the ante and really started playing with my pussy - still pretending to be asleep. I eased my leg wider and was really going for it when everything went quieten. future thing that happened was that the driver's door opened and Jon got in saying,"Did I spoil your fun ?"

We went back to the Doroteo Arango and packed. That 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 More ‘ fun'out there.

Love,

V