Introduction

Hi, my figure is genus Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound public figure with blondish fuzz. In 1998 I quit my boring being in a little town in North weal and went to play as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the Orient Midlands of England. It was a dauntless determination to make up as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job ad in a BDSM cartridge clip that someone had left in the hairdressers where I worked. I didn't really live what I was letting myself in for, but I really did need to do something because my life was so drab and boring. Even the consultation for the job was incredible, but I was so dire to vary my lifetime 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 pen a diary of my new lifespan, and he has since created a web web site that it is published on.

If you care to read my Journal you will discover that my relationship with Jon is rather different to that of to the highest degree employee and employer, but I have easily come to realise that I have a lifetime that just could not be more satisfying or pleasurable. I love my biography and all the niggling adventures that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a fiddling bit of fuzz that grows on my wooden leg, I have no physical structure haircloth below my neck opening. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with small ( ish ), pert breasts that have small aureole and giant mammilla. When they're hard Jon says they're like chapel hat stick. I have a skillful house, level stomach with a pubic off-white that does stay out a bit. In my kitty lips I have 2 little gold rings that Jon put in me. My clit is very outstanding and is usually sticking out between my mouth. It's about an inch long with a trivial labialize capitulum. Jon sometimes calls it my little dick. I don't own any bandeau, knickers, trousers, leggings or shorts ; and 90 % of my wench 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 great tingle from letting other multitude see my body.

I hope that's enough to gratify the people who asked. If it isn't, perhaps they would like to e-mail me with particular 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 Internet looking for thought for fiddling adventures or incidents that we could cook up to own some fun. We've found one or two stories that appear to be slightly rewritten transcript of some of the text in my Journal, and one or two that are very interchangeable to some of the escapade that we've had and that I've written about in my daybook. At first I was a bit annoyed about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that someone thought our dangerous undertaking were expert enough to copy. I've started thinking that way as well.

Villa in Espana

Jon's bought a little villa in Spain and I've just been there for the showtime fourth dimension. Jon took me there for a few years then left me there for week on my own. It was great, and I'm really looking forward to spending more time there.

As common Jon surprised me by coming home and telling me to put a few essential 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 bound of a minor wooded country that Jon tells me he now owns. As soon as I saw it I started imagining the fun that we could ingest in the spread in that wonderful climate. I do go for that Jon decided to move over there permanently.

I'd already taken my frock 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 look round the place. It has its own swimming kitty with a betray area and is virtually surrounded by pine trees. Inside there are 3 bedchamber, 2 bathrooms, a big unfold lounge with a richly cap, and a basement. In the service department I found a scooter that Jon bought for me to get around when he's not there.

The basement is our Spanish people penalization elbow room. Jon has had only two pain / pleasure machines installed so far, more about them later.

The initiatory job when we got there was to go back towards Marbella to a giant supermarket to get some food for thought and crapulence. Jon picked my shortest doll ( 8 inches ) and scant crop top for me to jade. The bottom of my slight breasts show below my top, and if I do anything other than keep straight upright the skirt 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 people about. That's the only dame that Jon will let me draw straight when I'm with him. Anyway, it didn't take long to get there and I gave a few multitude flashes as I reached up or bent down for something. I wasn't paying very much attention to other mass ; I was more concern 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 boost.

There was one moment at the check-out that I remember. I was reaching over to get the food for thought to put into the bags when I realised that the check-out girl had stopped scanning things 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 hard mammilla.

As soon as the nutrient was put away I asked Jon if I could go for a swim. We both went and I pleaded with Jon for him to hump me in the water. I love that feeling.

Afterwards we went for a walk of life in the woods, 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 point Jon got me to bend over a fallen tree while he rammed into me. We walked on with his hawkshaw still pointing to the sun and our succus running down my thighs.

The next morning Jon got the petty scooter out of the garage and showed me how everything works. I'd never ridden a motorbike or a ice yacht before, but it wasn't difficult getting used to it, and with instant I was riding it around the garden. Jon reminded me that I would want to put some apparel on when I took it out onto the route.

We only went into Marbella one Nox ( on the other 3 nights Jon was more interest in having me out in the clear ). We wandered along the seafront and drank in the busy bars. My skimpy clothes didn't attract a great deal aid, as there were hundreds of daughter wearing nearly as little as me.

Jon took me to this fantastic beach about 7 Admiralty mile east of Marbella. It has diffused George Sand and dunes 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 great swimming in the warmly sea and lying on the warn, voiced sand. Whenever Jon wanted some sex we'd either walk out into the sea or walk of life in the dunes until we found a quiet position where he could experience his malevolent way with me.

One sentence we only went to the edge of the dune and while I was impaled on Jon and slowly moving from face to side, three teenage young woman walked by and got a thought of my pussy and Jon's nut. His dick was buried deep inside me. The first daughter who spotted us told the other 2 and they stared for a while before walking off giggling.

Punishment Room - as I said, only two automobile in there so far, but there are sight of steel annulus in the wall, floor and ceiling. One car is a sorting of electric shock motorcar. It's a foresighted metal dildo attached to a pole that is bolted to the floor. The elevation 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 flooring that stay fresh my big toes in post. I have to abide on my tiptoes because under my bounder are switched that crook on the power. It comes on when I relax and my heels go down. Just to micturate sure that I can't undo the big toe clamps there are Mexican valium hanging down from the ceiling that Jon fastens to my wrists.

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

For the first 10 minutes or so it was nil special, just like having a dildo partially in me. After that my legs and feet start to get a bit tired and I started to go down a bit. It's nice as the dildo goes in a bit boost, but then my heels trigger the switch and I get a jolt. Boy did I stick out the first time. The ascendancy box keeps the voltage low, but it can be increased.

The more banal my legs got the more electrical shock I got. The more shocks I got the more excited and the more than tired I got. Jon left me alone for the first 30 or 40 minutes, then started checking on me every 5 minutes or so. Jon can severalise when my bother turns to pleasure and when he realised that I was getting close to cumming he turned up the electric potential a bit. Just at the stop of no retort 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 declare me up after he'd undo my wrists. I really needed that long rain shower and eternal rest afterwards.

The other pleasance auto is like a small gym gymnastic horse with no legs. The difference is that it's got a big electric vibration sticking out of the top. Jon's had it positioned on the base between some roach so that he can tie me down on it once I've knelt down and impale myself on it. The ropes hold me back with my radiocarpal joint tied to the storey behind me.

Jon linkup me in place, switches it on and then leaves me to it. The low gear time 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 home, but he told me that I was staying there another workweek on my own. Wow ! I'd young woman Jon, but I knew that I could deliver some fun.

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

The first metre that I went out on the scooter was ‘ interesting ’. I'd put on a poor, thin cotton ‘ A'bird and a tie figurehead sparse blouse. At first I was concentrating quite hard as I drove along the route and really didn't notice what the wind was doing to my wearing apparel. For a start, the wind was keeping my nipples rock hard. The other thing was that my wench was getting blown up and I had to stop a few times to commit it down from my waist. After a piece I got more convinced and started relaxing a bit. I soon discovered that if I sat forward on the seat, lounged back and opened my knees, the wind felt wonderful on my pussy. I stopped caring about my skirt being bout my waist except for when I was in a built-up country with lots of citizenry about. Out in the rural area I once noticed that my tie front blouse had come undone and my boob were getting tanned. The blouse was so thin that I couldn't feel the difference.

I was really enjoying riding around with my legs open and the breeze massaging my pussy. When I did get off outside a little supermarket there was a big wet plot on the seat. The vibrations were causing me to produce lubrication faster than the breeze 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 articulatio genus bent and my understructure apart. I couldn't have planned it advantageously if I'd have thought about it. Some tourists walked up the road on the other side of the street and I didn't realise that my pussy was on full presentation until a man did a treble 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 finish to buy some gasolene. The co-occurrence 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 corking view of my bum and snatch.

I decided to spend one of the days on the beach. Feeling brave when I got up I decided to make it a clothes disengage trip. The only thing that I took with me that could be used to compensate myself was a towel. I decided that I needed a towel with me to lie on, and to dry myself after going for a swimming. The scooter was out of the question for 2 cause. The first was that it was too far for me, and I didn't fancy the primary route. The second was that I was surely that I would get arrested.

I didn't notice anyone looking at me as I drove there, although I did subscribe to a lowest moment roundabout way when I saw a policeman standing on a corner where I would make to stop.

There weren't many automobile in the car commons when I got there and I parked well away from the dunes. I made a dash across the car green and soon relaxed when I got into the dunes. The day went bully, my all-over tan improved and I had a relaxing time in the warm sea.



The ‘ fun'started when I decided to go back to the Villa. As I walked towards the car park I noticed a lot of cars, and a gang of about 10 noisy spring chicken on motorbike hanging around near where I was parked. Realising that I had could ingest a bit of a problem I hung around for a bit hoping that they would move on. While I was standing around 2 couples walked passed me and it was obvious from their looks that they weren't expecting a naked woman so far from the beach.

Eventually I decided that I couldn't wait any farseeing, and with a hammer center and a puss getting progressively wetter, I started walking towards the car. It wasn't long before they saw me and most of them jumped on their bike and started riding daily round and round me. I knew that if I stopped I would probably feature difficulty in getting moving again. They were shouting at me, and each former 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 duet of geographical mile before giving up and going somewhere else.

A couple of times I took the punishment car that I kneel down on, outside to pleasure myself out in the sun. I couldn't take it that far out because the electricity overseas telegram 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 stop 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 young man with a bucket in his hand.

Struggling to hold back the coming that was about to arrive I asked him who the infernal region he was. With a big smile he said,"I'm the pool man, come here every Tues. Don't stopover because of me, I like to see a cleaning lady enjoying herself."By that time I couldn't stop even if I wanted to, so I let it befall. It was even more than intense because I had a survive min, unexpected interview. A fairish looking one at that.

As my 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 to the highest degree exposed so what the hell, tease him some more.

One afternoon I went for another walk in Sir Henry Joseph Wood - naked of course. It was so peaceful, so warm, and so natural. I came across the back on another villa and watched a pair having sex in their pool. That turned me on a bit, so I had to allay 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 balance to buy anything. Not a lot exciting happened although I'm sure I must have given some masses a flash of my treat. The idle breeze kept blowing my skirt up and I couldn't be bothered to do anything about it.

I rode the scoter to the topical anaesthetic shop just about every dayspring that calendar week, and really enjoyed the tone of the breeze on my pussy as I rode with my knees as far apart as I could. The shop that I usually went to was a little supermarket. I seemed to spend ages there waiting for the opportunity to dart some suitable individual either by squatting down to depend at something on a tush shelf, or bending over to give a great view 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 intellect I always managed to immobilise the merchantman of my short doll as I picked the commodity up after she had rung them into the till. She usually stared at my bald snatch as I slowly counted my Euros out of my purse with one hand as the other held the scratch etc. ( and my skirt ).

On the Fri Nox I was having a ‘ wet'dreaming when I woke up with what I thought to be a burglar in the room. I lay there frightened but quieten, 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 bare, slim 28 twelvemonth old that was sleeping without covers.

He walked up to the bed then put something over my sassing. I passed out.

When I woke up it was still obscure, and I was tied, rout, face down. I was blindfold, had something over my ears, something very satisfying in my kitty-cat, and something was squeezing and pulling my nipple.

After a unawares time the something in my pussy was twisted round and pushed in and out a bit. My pussy responded and the painful sensation turned to slight pleasure. It was then removed.

After what seemed ilk age, something else was put in. This time 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 fearsome incisive pain in my nipple. This escalate my orgasm 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 same thing happened again, and again, and again. I think it was 4 sentence in all. I was knackered, but well-chosen, even though I didn't know who was doing it to me.

I was left for a lot retentive clip 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 dreaming ? My snatch was certainly wet and sore, so were my savour. 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 plan when Jon left me to go home the previous weekend was that I would fly domicile on my own.

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

Later that day we went along the seashore to where a cable system car goes from in the center of the village / Ithiel Town, to the top of the mountain. I was only wearing a little, sluttish ‘ A'skirt and tight, thin, white ‘ 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 shoes and my mamilla were threatening to rip the ‘ T'shirt. With that ‘ T'shirt you can always see my glum nipples, but with them that hard the material was really under pressure. It didn't assist that Jon had poured some of our imbibition water on them.

It's a fantastic place with views for miles and all variety of state of nature skirt. However, we couldn't stay long because there were dozens of Thomas Kid there and I was involuntarily giving them a deterrent example in human being biology. Jon even told me that I could try to obtain my annulus in its proper spot, which is something that I'm normally forbidden to do.

Sunday nighttime - Jon took me to a night club in Fuengirola. I wore a fiddling disgraceful apparel - loose fitting, low cut, spaghetti shoulder strap, and 4 in blackguard. We both had a few too many swallow and Jon decided that we should get some sleep in the car before returning to the villa.

When I half woke up it was swooning and I discovered that club car ballpark was part of a itinerary that stripling took to their high schooltime. I had slept in the repose passenger seat and my dress had ridden up to my waist and my right hand was gently rubbing my pussy ( I often wake up dong that ).

I managed to resist panicing and stayed still and waited to see what would happen. After a while I heard a young man's voice. 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 asleep. I eased my leg wider and was really going for it when everything went still. Next thing that happened was that the driver's room access 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 more ‘ fun'out there.

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