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Hi, my public figure is Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound build with blondish hair. In 1998 I quit my boring universe in a little town in North Wales and went to crop as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the E Midlands of England. It was a dauntless decision to make as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advert in a BDSM mag that soul had left in the hairdressers where I worked. I didn't really know what I was letting myself in for, but I really did call for to do something because my biography was so sober and boring. Even the interview for the job was unconvincing, but I was so desperate to change my life sentence 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 spell a daybook of my new spirit, and he has since created a web internet site that it is published on.

If you care to study my journal you will observe that my relationship with Jon is rather different to that of nigh employee and employer, but I have easily come to realize that I have a lifetime that just could not be more satisfying or pleasurable. I love my animation and all the little adventures that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a fiddling bit of hair that grows on my legs, I have no physical structure hair below my cervix. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with small ( ish ), pert chest that have small aureole and colossus pap. When they're difficult Jon says they're like chapel service hat peg. I have a nice firm, unconditional stomach with a pubic off-white that does bond out a bit. In my purulent brim I have 2 petty atomic number 79 rings that Jon put in me. My clitoris is very striking and is usually sticking out between my sassing. It's about an inch long with a petty round head. Jon sometimes calls it my little dick. I don't own any bandeau, knickers, trousers, leggings or boxers ; and 90 % of my skirt and garb can be described as mini or micro. I used to be a very shy little girl, but I've now gone completely the former way, and get a great charge from letting other people see my body.

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

Jon told me to give up writing my diary 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 musical theme for little dangerous undertaking or incidents that we could construct to have some fun. We've found one or two tale that appear to be slightly rewritten copies of some of the text in my diary, 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 copy. I've started thinking that way as well.

Pancho Villa in Spain

Jon's bought a picayune Pancho Villa in Kingdom of Spain and I've just been there for the low gear time. Jon took me there for a few sidereal day 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 necessity 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 James Jerome Hill. The Francisco Villa is on the sharpness of a small wooded area 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 hope that Jon decided to locomote over there permanently.

I'd already taken my wearing apparel 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 seem round the stead. It has its own swimming pool with a grassed area and is virtually surrounded by pine tree Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. Inside there are 3 sleeping room, 2 lavatory, a big open waiting room with a high roof, and a basement. In the service department I found a iceboat that Jon bought for me to get around when he's not there.

The basement is our Spanish people Punishment way. Jon has had only two pain / joy simple machine installed so far, Sir Thomas More about them later.

The beginning 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 annulus ( 8 in ) and shortest crop top for me to wear. The bottom of my little knocker show below my top, and if I do anything other than keep direct upright the doll will either ride-up, showing my bum and pussy, or skid down showing the top of my bum and puss. Whichever way you look at it I've got to be very heedful if there are nipper or miserable looking hoi polloi about. That's the lone skirt that Jon will let me rive straight when I'm with him. Anyway, it didn't take long to get there and I gave a few masses flashes as I reached up or deform down for something. I wasn't paying a great deal care to former people ; I was more matter to in getting back to the villa and out into the sun. I knew that my all-over tan was going to get a very boost.

There was one moment at the check-out that I remember. I was reaching over to get the food to put into the bags when I realised that the check-out girl had stopped scanning matter and was looking at me. I wondered what she was looking at then realised that my minuscule top had risen up and was being kept up by my hard nipple.

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

Afterwards we went for a walk in the woods, over the fencing and along dirt tracks. We never saw anyone, which was a bit of a dashing hopes, as we were both naked. At one stop Jon got me to bend over a fallen tree diagram while he rammed into me. We walked on with his dick still pointing to the sun and our juices running down my thighs.

The next morning Jon got the short water 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 minutes I was riding it around the garden. Jon reminded me that I would ask 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 interested in having me out in the open ). We wandered along the seafront and drank in the busy bars. My skimpy wearing apparel didn't attract practically attention, as there were century of girls wearing nearly as little as me.

Jon took me to this wondrous beach about 7 air mile east of Marbella. It has soft guts and dunes that you can almost get lost in. Just to make it even better, it's a naturist beach. Apart from the area near the harbour almost everyone was naked. It was great swim in the ardent sea and lying on the warn, soft sand. Whenever Jon wanted some sex we'd either take the air out into the sea or walk in the dune until we found a smooth place where he could have his evil way with me.

One meter we only went to the edge of the 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 testicle. His dick was buried deep inside me. The first of all girl who spotted us told the other 2 and they stared for a while before walking off giggling.

Punishment way - as I said, only two machine in there so far, but there are lots of steel doughnut in the rampart, floor and cap. One machine is a kind of electric automobile jounce machine. It's a long metal dildo attached to a Pole that is bolted to the floor. The superlative 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 plaza. 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 heels go down. Just to clear sure that I can't undo the big toe clamps there are roach 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 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 minutes or so it was nothing peculiar, just like having a dildo partially in me. After that my legs and feet start to get a bit threadbare and I started to go down a bit. It's nice as the dildo goes in a bit encourage, but then my heels trigger the switch and I get a jerk. Boy did I jump the first fourth dimension. The ascendency box keeps the electric potential low, but it can be increased.

The more fatigue my legs got the more jounce I got. The more shocks I got the more activated and the more tired I got. Jon left me alone for the first 30 or 40 min, 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 point of no return 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 nurse me up after he'd untied my wrists. I really needed that yearn shower and sleep afterwards.

The other pleasure machine is like a small gym horse with no legs. The remainder 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 ropes so that he can tie me down on it once I've knelt down and transfix myself on it. The rophy hold me back with my articulatio radiocarpea tied to the storey behind me.

Jon necktie me in plaza, switches it on and then leaves me to it. The first 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 miss Jon, but I knew that I could have got some fun.

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

The commencement sentence that I went out on the scooter was ‘ interest ’. I'd put on a unforesightful, slim down cotton fiber ‘ A'bird and a tie front thin blouse. At number one I was concentrating quite concentrated as I drove along the roadstead and really didn't notice what the wind was doing to my clothes. For a start, the malarky was keeping my nipples rock hard. The former matter was that my chick was getting blown up and I had to stop a few metre 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 ass, lounged back and opened my human knee, the wind felt wonderful on my snatch. I stopped caring about my annulus being orotund my waistline 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 movement blouse had come undone and my breasts were getting tanned. The blouse was so thin that I couldn't sense the difference.

I was really enjoying riding around with my legs heart-to-heart and the breeze massaging my pussy. When I did get off outside a little supermarket there was a big wet patch on the keister. The palpitation were causing me to get lubrication faster than the piece of cake could dry it.

After I'd bought some shekels and an ice-cream I sat on the route curb eating the ice-cream with my stifle bent and my ft apart. I couldn't have planned it unspoilt if I'd have thought about it. Some tourists walked up the route on the early face of the street and I didn't realise that my twat was on full display until a man did a stunt woman proceeds and said, ‘ bloody hell."When I realised what he was looking at I managed not to respond and just sat there.

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

I decided to spend one of the days on the beach. Feeling brave when I got up I decided to make it a wearing apparel free slip. The only thing that I took with me that could be used to extend 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 scooter was out of the enquiry for 2 reasons. The first was that it was too far for me, and I didn't fancy the main road. The arcsecond was that I was sure that I would get arrested.

I didn't notice anyone looking at me as I drove there, although I did take a last arcminute detour when I saw a policeman standing on a corner where I would have to stop.

There weren't many railcar in the car park 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 sand dune. The day went dandy, my all-over tan improved and I had a unwind time in the warm sea.



The ‘ fun'started when I decided to go back to the Pancho Villa. As I walked towards the car parkland I noticed a lot of gondola, and a gang of about 10 noisy youths on motorbike 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 couplet walked passed me and it was obvious from their looks that they weren't expecting a defenseless womanhood so far from the beach.

Eventually I decided that I couldn't waiting any farsighted, and with a pounding heart and a pussycat getting progressively wetter, I started walking towards the car. It wasn't long before they saw me and most of them jumped on their bicycle and started riding round and round me. I knew that if I stopped I would probably have difficulty in getting moving again. They were shouting at me, and each early but I hadn't a cue what they were saying. Eventually, sweating and with wet thighs, I reached the car and got in. Some of them followed me for a distich of miles before giving up and going somewhere else.

A twosome of times 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 transmission line wasn't that long. Anyway, after I'd been riding it the second time for about 5 minutes I was just getting to the point of no tax return when I noticed something moving out of the recess 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 control back the orgasm that was about to get in I asked him who the snake pit he was. With a big grinning he said,"I'm the pool man, come here every Tuesday. Don't plosive speech sound because of me, I like to see a woman enjoying herself."By that time I couldn't terminate even if I wanted to, so I let it happen. It was even more than vivid because I had a finish hour, unexpected hearing. A reasonable looking one at that.

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

One good afternoon I went for another walk in Natalie Wood - naked of course. It was so peaceable, so warm, and so raw. I came across the back on another villa and watched a dyad having sex in their pool. That turned me on a bit, so I had to relieve myself whilst I stood there watching them.

Another day I went window shopping in Marbella. There are some howling shops there, but in a lot of them you need a big bank building balance to buy anything. Not a lot exciting happened although I'm surely I must get given some people a flare of my goody. The brightness level duck soup kept blowing my annulus up and I couldn't be bothered to do anything about it.

I rode the scooter to the topical anaesthetic store just about every morning that week, and really enjoyed the tone of the breeze on my kitty 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 pass geezerhood there waiting for the opportunity to flaunt some suitable person either by squatting down to calculate at something on a bottom ledge, or bending over to have a great view of my ass.

The shop appeared to be run by an oldish man and a teenage young lady who was usually on the check-out procedure. By the end of the week the old man was smiling at me and following me about. The lady friend got her contribution as well, for some reason I always managed to trap the bottomland of my curt dame as I picked the goods up after she had rung them into the till. She usually stared at my bald-pated puss as I slowly counted my Euros out of my bag with one hand as the early held the bread etc. ( and my chick ).

On the Friday Night I was having a ‘ wet'pipe 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 dissent doing something to a au naturel, slim 28 year old that was sleeping without covers.

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

When I woke up it was still dark, and I was tied, spread-eagle, face down. I was blindfold, had something over my spike, something very solid in my pussy, and something was squeezing and pulling my teat.

After a shortly time the something in my pussy was twisted cycle and pushed in and out a bit. My cunt responded and the pain turned to slight pleasure. It was then removed.

After what seemed alike long time, something else was put in. This fourth dimension 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 abominable sharp pain sensation in my nipples. This intensified my orgasm and I screamed out. As I calmed down I realised that the botheration in my tit was electricity.

The vibration was removed and I was left for a while. Then the same matter happened again, and again, and again. I think it was 4 times 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 prison term 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 ambition ? My pussy was certainly wet and sore, so were my nips. 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 house the late weekend was that I would fly family on my own.

"Had a undecomposed Night ?"was all that Jon said, but I knew then that it wasn't a dream - I think, Jon had given me a few antic orgasms and made me find fantastic.

Later that day we went along the coast to where a cable car goes from in the heart of the village / town, to the top of the passel. I was only wearing a short, light ‘ A'annulus 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 frigidness gale. My skirt was all over the piazza and my nipples 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 air pressure. It didn't help that Jon had poured some of our drinking piddle on them.

It's a fantastic place with views for miles and all kind of wild birds. However, we couldn't stay long because there were draw of kids there and I was involuntarily giving them a lesson in human being biology. Jon even told me that I could try to bind my skirt in its right place, which is something that I'm normally forbidden to do.

William Ashley Sunday night - Jon took me to a nightclub in Fuengirola. I wore a picayune black attire - wanton fitting, low cut, spaghetti strap, and 4 in heels. We both had a few too many beverage and Jon decided that we should get some sleep in the car before returning to the villa.

When I half woke up it was luminance and I discovered that club car park was persona of a route that teenagers took to their mellow shoal. I had slept in the recumb passenger seat and my dress had ridden up to my waist and my right hired hand was gently rubbing my kitty ( I often wake up dong that ).

I managed to resist panicing and stayed still and waited to see what would happen. After a piece I heard a Whitney Moore Young Jr. man's voice. I couldn't understand what he was saying, but he was excited. After a few indorsement there were more voices, male person and female. I decided to up the ante and really started playing with my pussy - still pretending to be at rest. I eased my legs wider and was really going for it when everything went hushed. Next thing that happened was that the number one wood's door 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.

Love,

V