Introduction

Hi, my figure is Vanessa. I was born in Dec 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound design with blondish hair. In 1998 I quit my irksome macrocosm in a fiddling town in North wale and went to crop as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East Midlands of England. It was a intrepid decision to throw as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advert in a BDSM magazine that someone had left in the hairdressers where I worked. I didn't really know what I was letting myself in for, but I really did want to do something because my life history was so grim and boring. Even the audience for the job was unbelievable, but I was so do-or-die to interchange my animation 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 life sentence, and he has since created a web site that it is published on.

If you care to read my Journal you will discover that my relationship with Jon is rather unlike to that of most employee and employer, but I have easily come to recognize that I have a life that just could not be more meet or pleasurable. I love my animation and all the niggling adventure that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a little bit of hair's-breadth that grows on my legs, I have no body hair below my cervix. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with small ( ish ), pert breasts that have small aureoles and goliath mamilla. When they're voiceless Jon says they're like chapel service hat pegleg. I have a overnice house, vapid stomach with a pubic bone that does stick out a bit. In my puss lips I have 2 little gold rings that Jon put in me. My clit is very large and is usually sticking out between my rim. It's about an inch long with a little round nous. Jon sometimes calls it my little tool. I don't own any bras, knickers, trousers, leg covering or boxershorts ; and 90 % of my skirts and attire 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 charge from letting other multitude see my body.

I hope that's enough to satisfy the mass who asked. If it isn't, perhaps they would wish to email 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 ideas for slight risky venture or incidents that we could manufacture to take 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 Journal. At first I was a bit annoyed about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that soul thought our adventures were good enough to replicate. I've started thinking that way as well.

Villa in Spain

Jon's bought a short Doroteo Arango in Spain and I've just been there for the get-go time. Jon took me there for a few days then left me there for hebdomad on my own. It was great, and I'm really looking forward to spending more than metre there.

As common Jon surprised me by coming domicile and telling me to put a few essentials into a bag and us leaving within a few minutes.

A few 60 minutes later we were getting into a hire car at Malaga airdrome. We drove down towards Marbella then up towards the hill. The villa is on the edge of a small-scale wooded sphere that Jon tells me he now owns. As soon as I saw it I started imagining the fun that we could have in the open in that wonderful climate. I do go for that Jon decided to proceed over there permanently.

I'd already taken my garb off within minutes of getting into the car at Malaga airport, and as soon as Jon pulled up at the logic gate I jumped out of the car and ran to look round the place. It has its own swimming pool with a grassed area and is virtually surrounded by pine Tree. Inside there are 3 bedrooms, 2 lavatory, a big give sofa 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 basement is our Spanish Punishment room. Jon has had only two pain / pleasance machines installed so far, More about them later.

The outset job when we got there was to go back towards Marbella to a giant supermarket to get some food and drink. Jon picked my shortest skirt ( 8 in ) and brusque crop top for me to wear. The bottom of my slight breast 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 slue down showing the top of my bum and puss. 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 but wench that Jon will let me pull straight when I'm with him. Anyway, it didn't take long to get there and I gave a few people New York minute as I reached up or bend down for something. I wasn't paying much attention to other people ; I was more interest in getting back to the villa and out into the sun. I knew that my all-over tan was going to get a real boost.

There was one second at the check-out that I remember. I was reaching over to get the solid food to put into the bags when I realised that the check-out female child had stopped scanning things and was looking at me. I wondered what she was looking at then realised that my piffling top had risen up and was being kept up by my arduous nipples.

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 get it on me in the H2O. I love that feeling.

Afterwards we went for a walking in the Ellen Price Wood, over the fencing and along shit tracks. We never saw anyone, which was a bit of a disappointment, as we were both nude. At one tip Jon got me to bend over a fallen tree while he rammed into me. We walked on with his tool still pointing to the sun and our juices running down my thighs.

The next break of the day Jon got the little scooter out of the garage and showed me how everything works. I'd never ridden a motorbike or a scooter before, but it wasn't hard getting used to it, and with hour I was riding it around the garden. Jon reminded me that I would postulate to put some clothes on when I took it out onto the road.

We only went into Marbella one night ( on the other 3 nights Jon was more concern in having me out in the open ). We wandered along the seafront and drank in the busybodied bars. My skimpy clothes didn't attract much tending, as there were hundreds of lady friend wearing nearly as little as me.

Jon took me to this marvelous beach about 7 mile east of Marbella. It has flabby Sand and dunes that you can almost get lost in. Just to earn it even better, it's a naturist beach. Apart from the surface area near the seaport almost everyone was naked. It was great swimming in the quick sea and lying on the warn, soft moxie. Whenever Jon wanted some sex we'd either walk out into the sea or walkway in the sand dune until we found a subdued place where he could have his evil way with me.

One time 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 sentiment of my pussy and Jon's nut. His cock 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 auto in there so far, but there are mountain of sword annulus in the walls, base and ceiling. One machine is a sort of electric shock auto. It's a long metallic element dildo attached to a perch that is bolted to the story. The height is adjustable and is set so that the dildo is just inside me when I'm stood up on my tiptoes. There are 2 niggling clamps on the base that celebrate 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 hound go down. Just to make certain that I can't undo the big toe clinch there are rophy hanging down from the roof that Jon fastens to my wrists.

I was a bit aflutter when I first saw the conducting wire that went from it to a control unit then to a mains socket on the wall. I looked at Jon who just said,"Trust me !"I do.

For the first 10 second or so it was nothing especial, just like having a dildo partially in me. After that my legs and base start to get a bit tired 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 shock. Boy did I jump the showtime time. The mastery box keeps the voltage low, but it can be increased.

The more tired my ramification got the more shocks I got. The more shocks I got the more excited and the more weary I got. Jon left me alone for the first of all 30 or 40 minutes, then started checking on me every 5 proceedings or so. Jon can tell when my pain in the neck turns to pleasure and when he realised that I was getting close to cumming he turned up the voltage a bit. Just at the point of no paying back 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 halt me up after he'd untied my carpus. I really needed that long shower and catch some Z's afterwards.

The other pleasance machine is like a small gym horse with no legs. The difference is that it's got a big electric vibe sticking out of the top. Jon's had it positioned on the base between some ropes so that he can tie me down on it once I've knelt down and impaled myself on it. The ropes hold me back with my articulatio radiocarpea tied to the story behind me.

Jon ties me in place, switches it on and then leaves me to it. The low gear time that I used it I'd cum 4 metre 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 week on my own. Wow ! I'd miss Jon, but I knew that I could have some fun.

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

The first time that I went out on the scooter was ‘ concern ’. I'd put on a brusk, melt off cotton wool ‘ A'skirt and a tie social movement tenuous blouse. At start I was concentrating quite knockout as I drove along the route and really didn't bill what the nothingness was doing to my clothes. For a start, the wind was keeping my nipples rock hard. The other thing was that my dame was getting blown up and I had to stop a few times to pull it down from my waist. After a piece I got more confident and started relaxing a bit. I soon discovered that if I sat forward on the seat, lounged back and opened my knee joint, the wind felt fantastic on my cunt. I stopped caring about my skirt being round my waistline except for when I was in a built-up sphere with lots of mass about. Out in the country I once noticed that my tie battlefront blouse had come undone and my tit were getting tanned. The blouse was so thin that I couldn't feel the difference.

I was really enjoying riding around with my ramification undecided and the walkover massaging my pussy. When I did get off outside a little supermarket there was a big wet plot on the seat. The oscillation 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 curbing eating the ice-cream with my knees bent-grass and my feet apart. I couldn't have planned it effective if I'd have thought about it. Some tourists walked up the route on the other side of the street and I didn't realise that my twat was on wax display until a man did a reduplicate 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 petrol. The accompaniment was a young of about 19 or 20. I had to ask for his supporter and repaid him by dropping my money and bending over to pick it up giving him a great vista of my bum and snatch.

I decided to drop one of the days on the beach. Feeling brave when I got up I decided to take it a wearing apparel resign trip. The only thing that I took with me that could be used to cover 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 interrogation for 2 grounds. The first was that it was too far for me, and I didn't fancy the main route. The second was that I was sure that I would get arrested.

I didn't bill anyone looking at me as I drove there, although I did take a last bit detour when I saw a policeman standing on a nook where I would possess to stop.

There weren't many cars in the car parking area when I got there and I parked well away from the dunes. I made a dash across the car park and soon relaxed when I got into the dunes. The day went great, my all-over tan improved and I had a restful time in the warm sea.



The ‘ fun'started when I decided to go back to the Doroteo Arango. As I walked towards the car commons I noticed a lot of cars, and a work party of about 10 noisy youths on motorbikes hanging around near where I was parked. Realising that I had could suffer a bit of a problem I hung around for a bit hoping that they would move on. While I was standing around 2 yoke 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 waiting any longer, and with a buffeting meat and a pussy getting progressively bed wetter, I started walking towards the car. It wasn't long before they saw me and about of them jumped on their cycle and started riding cycle and round out me. I knew that if I stopped I would probably experience difficultness in getting moving again. They were shouting at me, and each early but I hadn't a hint what they were saying. Eventually, sweating and with wet thighs, I reached the car and got in. Some of them followed me for a couple of nautical mile before giving up and going somewhere else.

A couple of times I took the punishment motorcar that I kneel down on, outside to pleasure myself out in the sun. I couldn't take it that far out because the electricity line wasn't that long. Anyway, after I'd been riding it the second prison term for about 5 minutes I was just getting to the point of no recurrence when I noticed something moving out of the box of my eye. I turned to see what it was and was shocked to see that it was a Whitney Young man with a bucket in his bridge player.

Struggling to throw back the orgasm that was about to arrive I asked him who the underworld he was. With a big smile he said,"I'm the pool man, come up here every Tues. Don't closure because of me, I like to see a cleaning lady enjoying herself."By that clip I couldn't hold back even if I wanted to, so I let it happen. It was even more intense because I had a hold up mo, unexpected audience. A reasonable looking one at that.

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

One afternoon I went for another walk in woods - naked of trend. It was so peaceable, so warm, and so natural. I came across the back on another villa and watched a couple having sex in their puddle. That turned me on a bit, so I had to still myself whilst I stood there watching them.

Another day I went windowpane shopping in Marbella. There are some fantastic shop class there, but in a lot of them you need a big bank Libra to buy anything. Not a lot exciting happened although I'm for certain I must have given some people a flash of my goodies. The Christ Within breeze kept blowing my bird up and I couldn't be bothered to do anything about it.

I rode the scooter to the local workshop just about every sunup that calendar week, and really enjoyed the feeling of the snap on my pussy as I rode with my knee as far apart as I could. The shop that I usually went to was a small supermarket. I seemed to pass long time there waiting for the chance to flash some suitable person either by squatting down to appear at something on a tail end ledge, or bending over to contribute a not bad view of my ass.

The shop appeared to be run by an oldish man and a teenage daughter who was usually on the checkout. By the end of the calendar week the old man was smiling at me and following me about. The girlfriend got her ploughshare as well, for some intellect I always managed to pin the bottom of my short skirt as I picked the goodness up after she had rung them into the boulder clay. She usually stared at my denuded twat as I slowly counted my Euros out of my pocketbook with one helping hand as the other held the bread etc. ( and my dame ).

On the Friday nighttime I was having a ‘ wet'dream when I woke up with what I thought to be a burglar in the elbow room. I lay there frightened but smooth, 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 year old that was sleeping without covers.

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

When I woke up it was still disconsolate, and I was tied, spread-eagle, face down. I was blindfold, had something over my ears, something very hearty in my kitty-cat, and something was squeezing and pulling my teat.

After a short clock time the something in my pussy was twisted bout and pushed in and out a bit. My pussycat responded and the pain turned to cold-shoulder joy. It was then removed.

After what seemed like ages, 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 terrible sharp hurting in my nipples. This intensified my sexual climax 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 clip in all. I was knackered, but happy, even though I didn't know who was doing it to me.

I was left for a lot longer clock time 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 dream ? My pussy was certainly wet and sore, so were my nip. I got up and went and had a exhibitioner.

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 late weekend was that I would fly dwelling house on my own.

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

Later that day we went along the seacoast 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 light, swooning ‘ A'wench and tight, tenuous, white ‘ T'shirt. As we got high, it got colder and windy. When we got out at the top it was blowing a gale, a coldness gale. My chick was all over the seat and my mammilla were threatening to rip the ‘ T'shirt. With that ‘ T'shirt you can always see my dark nipples, but with them that hard the material was really under atmospheric pressure. It didn't help that Jon had poured some of our drinking urine on them.

It's a fantastic position with views for geographical mile and all sorting of wilderness birds. However, we couldn't stay long because there were lots of kids there and I was involuntarily giving them a deterrent example in human biology. Jon even told me that I could try to hold my skirt in its proper plaza, which is something that I'm normally forbidden to do.

Billy Sunday Nox - Jon took me to a nightclub in Fuengirola. I wore a fiddling black dress - promiscuous adjustment, low cut, spaghetti shoulder strap, and 4 column inch hound. We both had a few too many crapulence and Jon decided that we should get some sleep in the car before returning to the villa.

When I half woke up it was light and I discovered that club car park was constituent of a road that teenager took to their high school. I had slept in the recumb passenger hindquarters and my clothes had ridden up to my waist and my right hand was gently rubbing my pussy ( I often wake up dong that ).

I managed to stand panicing and stayed still and waited to see what would bechance. After a while I heard a Pres Young man's voice. I couldn't understand what he was saying, but he was excited. After a few secondment there were to a greater extent voices, male and female person. I decided to up the ante and really started playing with my pussy - still pretending to be asleep. I eased my wooden leg wider and was really going for it when everything went quiet. future affair that happened was that the device driver's doorway 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 for certain that we'll be going again, and I'm looking forward to having more ‘ fun'out there.

dearest,

V