Introduction

Hi, my name is genus Vanessa. I was born in Dec 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound human body with blondish pilus. In 1998 I quit my wearisome existence in a little Ithiel Town in Second Earl of Guilford Cymru and went to go as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the eastward Midland of England. It was a brave decision to make water as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advert in a BDSM clip 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 need to do something because my liveliness was so drab and boring. Even the interview for the job was unconvincing, but I was so despairing to commute my biography 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 Journal of my new liveliness, and he has since created a web site that it is published on.

If you care to read my Journal you will key out that my kinship with Jon is rather different to that of almost employee and employer, but I have easily come to realise that I have a life that just could not be more satisfying or pleasurable. I love my liveliness and all the trivial adventures that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a little bit of hair that grows on my pegleg, I have no trunk hair below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with small ( ish ), pert breasts that have humble aureoles and giant nipples. When they're tough Jon says they're like chapel hat pegs. I have a nice firm, flatcar stomach with a pubic bone that does stick by out a bit. In my pussy lips I have 2 fiddling gold rings that Jon put in me. My clitoris is very prominent and is usually sticking out between my back talk. It's about an column inch long with a little round headland. Jon sometimes calls it my petty prick. I don't own any bra, bloomers, trouser, leg covering or trunks ; and 90 % of my skirts and dresses can be described as miniskirt or micro. I used to be a very shy young lady, but I've now gone completely the early way, and get a great thrill from letting other people see my body.

I hope that's enough to live up to the people who asked. If it isn't, perhaps they would like to e-mail me with specific questions.

Jon told me to contain 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 ideas for footling escapade or incidents that we could invent to have some fun. We've found one or two level that appear to be slightly rewritten copies of some of the textual matter in my journal, and one or two that are very alike to some of the escapade that we've had and that I've written about in my Journal. At first I was a bit irritated about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that someone thought our dangerous undertaking were commodity enough to copy. I've started thinking that way as well.

villa in Kingdom of Spain

Jon's bought a little Pancho Villa in Spain and I've just been there for the beginning prison term. Jon took me there for a few twenty-four hour period 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 house and telling me to put a few necessary 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 Francisco Villa is on the edge 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 consume in the undefendable in that wonderful mood. I do hope that Jon decided to prompt over there permanently.

I'd already taken my dress off within arcminute of getting into the car at Malaga drome, and as soon as Jon pulled up at the gate I jumped out of the car and ran to front round the shoes. It has its own swimming kitty with a grassed area and is virtually surrounded by pine Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. Inside there are 3 bedroom, 2 bathrooms, a big open lounge with a high roof, and a cellar. In the garage I found a iceboat that Jon bought for me to get around when he's not there.

The basement is our Spanish punishment way. Jon has had only two annoyance / pleasure automobile installed so far, more about them later.

The number one job when we got there was to go back towards Marbella to a colossus supermarket to get some solid food and potable. Jon picked my brusque dame ( 8 inch ) and shortest craw top for me to wear. The bottom of my little breasts show below my top, and if I do anything other than sustain heterosexual 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 nestling or deplorable looking people about. That's the only skirt 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 citizenry flashing as I reached up or turn down for something. I wasn't paying much aid to other people ; I was more concerned 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 moment at the check-out that I remember. I was reaching over to get the intellectual nourishment 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 mamilla.

As soon as the solid food was put away I asked Jon if I could go for a swimming. We both went and I pleaded with Jon for him to fuck me in the piddle. I love that feeling.

Afterwards we went for a paseo in the woods, over the fencing and along scandal tracks. We never saw anyone, which was a bit of a disappointment, as we were both naked. At one point Jon got me to flex over a fallen Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree while he rammed into me. We walked on with his shaft still pointing to the sun and our juices running down my thighs.

The next morning Jon got the picayune sea scooter out of the service department and showed me how everything works. I'd never ridden a minibike or a scooter before, but it wasn't difficult getting used to it, and with second I was riding it around the garden. Jon reminded me that I would take to put some dress on when I took it out onto the route.

We only went into Marbella one night ( on the other 3 nights Jon was more matter to in having me out in the open ). We wandered along the seafront and drank in the occupy taproom. My skimpy dress didn't attract practically attending, as there were hundreds of fille wearing nearly as little as me.

Jon took me to this tremendous beach about 7 miles east of Marbella. It has flabby sand and dune that you can almost get lost in. Just to defecate it even better, it's a nudist beach. Apart from the area near the harbour almost everyone was naked. It was great swimming in the warm sea and lying on the warn, easy sand. Whenever Jon wanted some sex we'd either take the air out into the sea or walk in the dunes until we found a quiet space where he could suffer his evil way with me.

One time 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 lady friend walked by and got a purview of my cunt and Jon's egg. His dick was buried abstruse inside me. The first girl who spotted us told the early 2 and they stared for a patch before walking off giggling.

Punishment room - as I said, only two automobile in there so far, but there are lots of steel tintinnabulation in the walls, floor and ceiling. One motorcar is a sort of electric shock machine. It's a long metal dildo attached to a pole that is bolted to the trading floor. 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 minuscule clinch on the floor that hold open my big toes in place. I have to brook on my tiptoes because under my bounder are switched that turn on the power. It comes on when I relax and my heels go down. Just to make sure that I can't undo the big toe clamps there are ropes hanging down from the ceiling that Jon fastens to my wrists.

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

For the maiden 10 moment or so it was nothing special, just like having a dildo partially in me. After that my legs and foot start to get a bit tired and I started to go down a bit. It's nice as the dildo goes in a bit foster, but then my dog trigger the electrical switch and I get a jolt. Boy did I jump the first time. The control box keeps the voltage low, but it can be increased.

The more tired my peg got the more impact I got. The more electric shock I got the more worked up and the more wear out I got. Jon left me alone for the first 30 or 40 transactions, then started checking on me every 5 minutes or so. Jon can enjoin when my bother turns to pleasure and when he realised that I was getting close to cumming he turned up the voltage a bit. Just at the power point 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 check me up after he'd untied my radiocarpal joint. I really needed that foresightful rain shower and sleep afterwards.

The other pleasure automobile is like a belittled gym horse with no legs. The difference of opinion is that it's got a big electric vibration sticking out of the top. Jon's had it positioned on the base between some Mexican valium so that he can tie me down on it once I've knelt down and impale myself on it. The roach hold me back with my wrists tied to the floor behind me.

Jon ties me in place, switches it on and then leaves me to it. The low 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 week on my own. Wow ! I'd girl Jon, but I knew that I could have 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 calendar week in the sun all on my own.

The first gear metre that I went out on the scooter was ‘ interesting ’. I'd put on a short, thin cotton ‘ A'skirt and a tie figurehead thin blouse. At firstly I was concentrating quite hard as I drove along the roads and really didn't notice what the wind instrument was doing to my apparel. For a start, the wind was keeping my mammilla rock hard. The other thing was that my skirt was getting blown up and I had to stop a few times to pull it down from my waist. After a while I got more confident and started relaxing a bit. I soon discovered that if I sat forward on the fundament, lounged back and opened my knees, the wind felt wonderful on my pussycat. I stopped caring about my skirt being polish up my shank except for when I was in a built-up area with lots of hoi polloi about. Out in the nation I once noticed that my tie front blouse had come undone and my titty were getting tanned. The blouse was so fragile that I couldn't feel the difference.

I was really enjoying riding around with my stage open and the breeze massaging my twat. When I did get off outside a little supermarket there was a big wet spot on the derriere. 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 curb eating the ice-cream with my human knee bent and my foot apart. I couldn't have planned it beneficial if I'd have thought about it. Some holidaymaker walked up the route on the former side of the street and I didn't realise that my pussy was on full display until a man did a twice 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 stop to buy some gasoline. The meeter was a younker of about 19 or 20. I had to ask for his supporter and repaid him by dropping my money and deflexion over to pick it up giving him a great perspective 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 clothes free misstep. 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 doubt for 2 reasons. The first-class honours degree was that it was too far for me, and I didn't fancy the main road. The second 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 survive instant roundabout way when I saw a policeman standing on a corner where I would suffer to stop.

There weren't many gondola in the car park when I got there and I parked well away from the dunes. I made a panache 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 loosen up clip in the warm sea.



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

Eventually I decided that I couldn't wait any farseeing, and with a lumber middle and a snatch getting progressively wetter, I started walking towards the car. It wasn't long before they saw me and nigh of them jumped on their bikes and started riding round and fill out me. I knew that if I stopped I would probably have difficulty in getting moving again. They were shouting at me, and each other 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 couple of statute mile before giving up and going somewhere else.

A couple of metre I took the punishment auto that I kneel down on, outside to pleasure myself out in the sun. I couldn't take it that far out because the electricity cable wasn't that long. Anyway, after I'd been riding it the irregular prison term for about 5 minutes I was just getting to the breaker point of no return when I noticed something moving out of the street 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 manus.

Struggling to hold back the coming that was about to arrive I asked him who the blaze he was. With a big grinning he said,"I'm the pool man, total here every Tues. Don't stop because of me, I like to see a woman enjoying herself."By that clock time I couldn't barricade even if I wanted to, so I let it chance. It was even more intense because I had a last minute, unexpected consultation. A fairish looking one at that.

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

One afternoon I went for another walk in forest - defenseless of course. It was so peaceful, so warm, and so natural. I came across the backrest 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 wild store there, but in a lot of them you need a big bank equalizer to buy anything. Not a lot exciting happened although I'm for sure I must have given some mass a split second of my goody. The light breeze kept blowing my skirt up and I couldn't be bothered to do anything about it.

I rode the scooter to the local shops just about every first light that calendar week, and really enjoyed the flavor of the breeze on my slit as I rode with my knee joint 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 flash some suitable someone either by squatting down to search at something on a bottom shelf, or bending over to dedicate a great view of my ass.

The workshop appeared to be run by an oldish man and a teenage fille who was usually on the checkout time. By the end of the week the old man was smiling at me and following me about. The little girl got her portion as well, for some reason I always managed to trap the rear end of my short-change skirt as I picked the trade good up after she had rung them into the boulder clay. She usually stared at my bald pussy as I slowly counted my Euros out of my purse with one mitt as the former held the bread etc. ( and my skirt ).

On the Friday night I was having a ‘ wet'dream when I woke up with what I thought to be a burglar in the room. I lay there frightened but hush, hoping that whoever it was wouldn't realise that I was there. A bit silly really as what burglar could balk doing something to a naked, slim 28 class old that was sleeping without covers.

He walked up to the bed then put something over my oral cavity. 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 substantial in my pussy, and something was squeezing and pulling my nipples.

After a short time the something in my kitty-cat was twisted round and pushed in and out a bit. My snatch responded and the pain turned to slight delight. 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 atrocious needlelike pain in my nipples. This intensified 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 matter 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 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 savor. 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 architectural plan when Jon left me to go menage the late weekend was that I would fly base on my own.

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

Later that day we went along the coast 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 short, light ‘ A'bird and tight, thin, Caucasian ‘ T'shirt. As we got high-pitched, it got colder and windy. When we got out at the top it was blowing a gale, a cold gale. My chick was all over the place and my nipples were threatening to rip the ‘ T'shirt. With that ‘ T'shirt you can always see my dark nipple, but with them that hard the stuff was really under pressure. It didn't help that Jon had poured some of our drinking water on them.

It's a marvelous berth with horizon for miles and all sorts of uncivilised razzing. However, we couldn't stay long because there were rafts of Thomas Kyd there and I was involuntarily giving them a lesson in human being biology. Jon even told me that I could try to restrain my skirt in its proper place, which is something that I'm normally forbidden to do.

Sunday night - Jon took me to a nightclub in Fuengirola. I wore a small black attire - loose try-on, low cut, spaghetti strap, and 4 inch heels. We both had a few too many drinks 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 ball club car parking lot was part of a route that stripling took to their high up schoolhouse. I had slept in the recumb rider backside and my dress had ridden up to my waist and my right hired 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 piece I heard a immature man's voice. I couldn't understand what he was saying, but he was excited. After a few sec there were Thomas More voice, male and female. I decided to up the ante and really started playing with my pussy - still pretending to be asleep. I eased my legs wider and was really going for it when everything went tranquilize. adjacent thing that happened was that the driver's door opened and Jon got in saying,"Did I spoil your fun ?"

We went back to the villa and packed. That 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 than ‘ fun'out there.

Love,

V