Introduction

Hi, my name is Vanessa. I was born in Dec 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound soma with blondish hair. In 1998 I quit my oil production universe in a little Town in compass north Wales and went to put to work as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the Orient Midland of England. It was a endure determination to pee-pee as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advertising in a BDSM magazine that mortal 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 life history was so grim and oil production. Even the interview for the job was unbelievable, but I was so desperate to change my aliveness 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-time, and he has since created a web site that it is published on.

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

If you care to read my diary you will discover that my relationship with Jon is rather different to that of near employee and employer, but I have easily come to substantiate that I have a animation that just could not be more comforting or gratifying. I love my life and all the little adventures that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a little bit of haircloth that grows on my leg, I have no body whisker below my cervix. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with little ( ish ), saucy breasts that have small aura and giant teat. When they're toilsome Jon says they're like chapel hat pegs. I have a nice house, flat abdomen with a pubic bone that does stick out a bit. In my pussy lips I have 2 little gold ring that Jon put in me. My clit is very prominent and is usually sticking out between my sassing. It's about an column inch long with a piffling round head. Jon sometimes calls it my niggling dick. I don't own any bandeau, pants, pant, leggings or shorts ; and 90 % of my bird and apparel can be described as miniskirt or micro. I used to be a very shy miss, but I've now gone completely the other way, and get a great thrill from letting other people see my body.

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

Jon told me to hold back writing my Journal in the summertime 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 internet looking for thought for piddling 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 adventures that we've had and that I've written about in my daybook. At initiatory I was a bit devil about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that individual thought our escapade were beneficial 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 star sign next room access.

The builder Next Door

Although Jon's house has an upstairs and a downstairs, the house on either side only have one floor, they're bungalows. survive summertime 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 fencing ) ; we could see that one of our neighbor was having a conservatory built at the back of their bungalow. This gave Jon an estimation and he went into the back garden and moved the big staging frame so that the tush was facing where the conservatory was being built.

The scaffolding frame is a bit like a big bed, but about 10 pes long, and 6 metrical foot all-inclusive. It has 2 padded cross members and some webbing straps across it. I've spent many a happy time of day strapped to it rout, both facing the land, and the sky. I've also got a few bed of all-over suntan when I've been on it.

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

That was it for that night, but the next eventide Jon took a look at the construction study and told me that the next day was going to be ‘ my day ’. He told me that the way PVC conservatories are built meant that the job would probably be finished the side by side day so we only had one chance.

Just before Jon went to work the next morning he told me to cover my front end with suntan application and to go and micturate myself well-situated on the scaffolding anatomy. After he finished his breakfast, he came outside and laced my articulatio talocruralis and wrist to the frame. He then pulled a blindfold out of his pocket and put it on me.

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

About lunchtime ( my tum was telling me it was lunchtime ) I started to warm up and could get word some haphazardness from next door. My mind started having visions of the metre that our hothouse was built and I was spread-eagle on the bed with the builders taking photograph of me ( see my journal ). That time Jon had some control over the builders, but this clock time 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 inches from my kitty-cat would take a shit it difficult for mortal to actually have it off me, but not impossible. All they needed was a spanner.

As fourth dimension went on I got warmer and bed wetter, and not from the rain. I was having a wet daydream remembering some of the excite times that I've had. All of a sudden I heard a man vociferation,"Fucking snake pit ! cum and have a feel 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 nice tingle in my lower belly and pussy was starting again.

I could get word them talking, but couldn't make out the words. After a while everything went quiet. Were they coming round, had the gone for their luncheon, or what ? The prediction and not knowing was getting me even more excited. I could feel my pussy juices trickling down between my hind end cheeks.

After what seemed like hours I heard the side gate open. Next I heard base walking towards me. I knew they were there, but I couldn't see them. I thought I felt something signature my right nipple, but it could hold imagined it. Even so, I gasped a trivial.

Still there was secrecy. I was just starting to call back that they'd gone away when I heard a man coughing."hullo, 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 believe that I was imagining that someone was there."“ What are you doing out here like that ?"the man's vocalism asked.

"My overlord restrained me here this morning. It's my punishment for not obeying him."I said."Your Master ! That means that you're his striver ?"the tone of his vocalisation 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 intermission a second man's voice 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 paw on my left breast. My nipples ( which were rock hard ) were being pulled in every management. 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 bugger of and finish putting that roof on. I'm going to own a piece of this slut."After a bit more nipple pulling I heard the side gate blast, then I felt a helping hand on my slit. 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 kitty backed off. Then I felt the petty rings in my slit mouth being pulled around. Then my clit was grabbed and pulled. It was pulled so hard that I screamed. Both mitt went away and I felt the solid staging human body move.

"What bastard put that fucking pole between your legs ?"he asked. I didn't answer him. After the whole skeletal frame moved another brace of prison term everything went quiet before I heard a zip unfasten. Then I heard what must possess been the man climbing into the frame because the following thing that I knew was that I felt his dick violence my lip open."Suck that bitch"he said. So I did.



He was stood above my psyche with his bollock bouncing on my typeface and I couldn't get a lot of his prick in my rima oris, but it didn't long for him to cum. His jism didn't taste as prissy as Jon's, but there was lots of it. I had problem swallowing it without choking.

After he shot his warhead into my mouth there was a foresighted pause before I felt him climb off the systema skeletale."I'm off for a spanner, don't go away."He said laughingly. There was a few endorsement quiet and I was thinking,"Oh prick, Jon's not going to like this,"when I heard Jon say,"Can I help you ?"

"Err um, me and my mate are working future room access and have just seen your hard worker, err woman. I though I'd good seed and see that she was all right."He said."Thank you for your concern, but she's all right, aren't you Vanessa ?"Jon replied. Before I had chance to respond, 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 wholly thing from the upstairs windowpane 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 fear of me in a moment, and leaving the blindfold in situation he disappeared.

About ten minutes later he returned with a spanner and took the surplus poll off. I thought that he was going to sleep together me then, but he didn't, he left me and came back a bit later."Wanted to make indisputable we had an hearing,"he said as he rammed his dick into me.

I was getting close to cumming, but not close enough, as Jon shot his shipment into me. When he pulled out of me I said,"passkey, please produce me cum, I need to cum."Jon ignored me and went inside. I was just coming to the closing that my foiling 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 tierce was starting to work up 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 shower. It took eld for my centre to get used to the sunshine, and when I looked over towards where the detergent builder were working, the conservatoire roof looked as though it was finished, and I couldn't see anyone.

When I got upstairs I looked out of the front man windowpane and saw the builder's van drive off.

I have former 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 read them, and is glad with them.

honey

Vanessa