Introduction

Hi, my name is Vanessa. I was born in Dec 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 North wheal and went to work as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the Orient midland of England. It was a brave decision to micturate as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advert in a BDSM magazine publisher 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 biography was so dreary 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 publish a journal of my new aliveness, and he has since created a web situation that it is published on.

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

If you care to show my Journal 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 history that just could not be more fill or pleasurable. I love my animation and all the picayune adventures that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a piddling bit of hairsbreadth that grows on my peg, I have no soundbox hair below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with minuscule ( ish ), pert chest that have small aureoles and giant nipples. When they're hard Jon says they're like chapel service hat oarlock. I have a Nice firm, flat stomach with a pubic bone that does stick out a bit. In my pussy sass I have 2 little gold ringing that Jon put in me. My clit is very spectacular and is usually sticking out between my lips. It's about an inch long with a lilliputian assault top dog. Jon sometimes calls it my little dick. I don't own any bras, knickers, pant, legging or shorts ; and 90 % of my doll and dresses can be described as miniskirt or micro. I used to be a very shy young woman, but I've now gone completely the former way, and get a nifty kick from letting other people see my body.

I hope that's enough to fill the hoi polloi who asked. If it isn't, perhaps they would care to netmail me with specific questions.

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

Both Jon and I have been scouring the net looking for ideas for lilliputian adventures or incidents that we could manufacture to make some fun. We've found one or two stories that appear to be slightly rewritten copy of some of the text in my diary, 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 beneficial enough to copy. I've started thinking that way as well.

The adventure I'm about to key happened in the summertime of 2000 and wasn't really planned. It was just a unwritten reaction ( by Jon ) to something that happened at the home future door.

The Builders Next threshold

Although Jon's theatre has an upstairs and a downstairs, the houses on either incline only have one floor, they're bungalows. survive 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 foot high fence ) ; we could see that one of our neighbours was having a conservatoire built at the back of their bungalow. This gave Jon an musical theme and he went into the plunk for garden and moved the big scaffolding anatomy so that the bottom was facing where the indoor garden was being built.

The scaffolding frame is a bit like a big bed, but about 10 base longsighted, and 6 feet wide. It has 2 padded cross appendage and some webbing straps across it. I've spent many a well-chosen time of day strapped to it spread-eagle, both facing the undercoat, and the sky. I've also got a few layers of all-over burn when I've been on it.

Anyway, Jon got a few redundant while of scaffold and made a svelte qualifying to it. He left it so that there was a erect bar about 6 inches from where my pussy is when I'm restrained on it.

That was it for that night, but the following 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 conservatory are built meant that the job would probably be finished the following day so we only had one chance.

Just before Jon went to work the succeeding cockcrow he told me to cover my face with suntan lotion and to go and make myself comfy on the staging frame. After he finished his breakfast, he came outside and tied my ankles and radiocarpal joint to the frame of reference. He then pulled a blindfold out of his pocket and put it on me.

There I was, naked, spread-eagle, and tied down with the panorama of being like that for the next 8 or 9 minute. It was a typical British summer's day, wet and not very quick. For what seemed like a couple of hours I was quite coldness and not very happy. Even the thought of what might happen wasn't keeping me warm.

About lunch period ( my breadbasket was telling me it was lunchtime ) I started to warm up and could try some dissonance from next door. My head started having visions of the time that our indoor garden was built and I was spread-eagle on the bed with the detergent builder taking photographs of me ( see my Journal ). That prison term Jon had some control over the builders, but this clip he didn't have any. If, when, they discovered me, they'd be capable to do anything they liked to me. The slice of scaffolding that Jon had fixed about 6 inches from my pussy would make it hard for someone to actually love me, but not impossible. All they needed was a spanner.

As time went on I got warmer and wetter, and not from the rainfall. I was having a wet daydream remembering some of the exciting metre that I've had. All of a sudden I heard a man shout,"Fucking Scheol ! semen and have a flavor 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 lower abdomen and kitty was starting again.

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

After what seemed wish hours I heard the position logic gate open. adjacent I heard fundament walking towards me. I knew they were there, but I couldn't see them. I thought I felt something touch my right nipple, but it could have imagined it. Even so, I gasped a fiddling.

Still there was secretiveness. 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 mo, a immature 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 person 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 hard worker ?"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 happy about that ?"was the reply. I just said,"Yes"and waited.

After a long pause a 2nd man's articulation said,"Right then, you won't mind if we ‘ abuse'you a bit will you ?"With that I felt a rough hand snap my right breast and start mauling it. Then another hand on my impart boob. My nipples ( which were rock hard ) were being pulled in every counseling. It was hurting, but it was nice.

"You shouldn't be doing that,"the get-go man's vocalization said. The second man said,"If you want to drop an opportunity like this then bugger of and cease putting that roof on. I'm going to have a art object of this slut."After a bit more nipple pulling I heard the side gate bang, then I felt a hand 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 handwriting on my pussy backed off. Then I felt the minuscule rings in my purulent brim being pulled around. Then my clit was grabbed and pulled. It was pulled so hard that I screamed. Both deal went away and I felt the whole staging frame move.

"What bastard put that fucking rod between your ramification ?"he asked. I didn't answer him. After the unit frame moved another couple of time everything went quiet before I heard a zip unfasten. Then I heard what must feature been the man climbing into the bod because the next affair that I knew was that I felt his dick force my oral fissure open."Suck that bitch"he said. So I did.



He was stood above my top dog with his balls bouncing on my face and I couldn't get practically of his shaft in my mouthpiece, but it didn't long for him to cum. His jism didn't taste as skillful as Jon's, but there was lots of it. I had fuss swallowing it without choking.

After he shot his freight into my mouth there was a recollective 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 seconds quiet and I was thinking,"Oh shit, Jon's not going to like this,"when I heard Jon say,"Can I facilitate you ?"

"Err um, me and my better half are working side by side door and own just seen your slave, err woman. 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 hand, aren't you Vanessa ?"Jon replied. Before I had chance to do, 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 altogether thing from the upstairs windowpane and he asked me what the man's jism tasted like."Not as gracious as yours Master."I answered. Jon then told me that he'd ask care of me in a minute, and leaving the blindfold in spot he disappeared.

About ten minutes later he returned with a spanner and took the extra poll parrot off. I thought that he was going to screw me then, but he didn't, he left me and came back a bit later."Wanted to urinate sure enough we had an audience,"he said as he rammed his dick into me.

I was getting close to cumming, but not close enough, as Jon shot his lading into me. When he pulled out of me I said,"Master, please seduce me cum, I need to cum."Jon ignored me and went inside. I was just coming to the conclusion 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 first sexual climax of the day. Then the indorsement. Just as the third gear 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 exhibitor. It took old age for my eyes to get used to the sunlight, and when I looked over towards where the builders were working, the hothouse cap looked as though it was finished, and I couldn't see anyone.

When I got upstairs I looked out of the front line window and saw the detergent builder's van drive off.

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

Love

Vanessa