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Hi, my figure is Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound soma with blondish fuzz. In 1998 I quit my drill existence in a little townspeople in North Wales and went to work as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the E Midlands of England. It was a dauntless decisiveness to make as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advertizement in a BDSM magazine that person had left in the hairstylist 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-time was so drab and boring. Even the interview for the job was unbelievable, but I was so desperate to change my life 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, and he has since created a web site that it is published on.

If you care to learn my daybook you will discover that my relationship with Jon is rather different to that of most employee and employer, but I have easily come to see that I have a life that just could not be more satisfy or enjoyable. I love my life history and all the little adventures that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a little bit of hair that grows on my legs, I have no body hair below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with pocket-sized ( ish ), saucy breasts that have pocket-size corona and giant nipples. When they're hard Jon says they're like chapel hat pegs. I have a gracious business firm, flat stomach with a pubic bone that does cohere out a bit. In my cunt lips I have 2 footling amber rings that Jon put in me. My button is very prominent and is usually sticking out between my lip. It's about an inch long with a trivial round head. Jon sometimes calls it my footling gumshoe. I don't own any bras, knee breeches, trousers, leg covering or short pants ; and 90 % of my skirts and dresses can be described as mini or micro. I used to be a very shy girl, but I've now gone completely the former way, and get a great tingle 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 wish to e-mail me with specific questions.

Jon told me to bar writing my Journal in the summertime 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 cyberspace looking for ideas for fiddling risky venture or incidents that we could manufacture to experience some fun. We've found one or two stories that appear to be slightly rewritten written matter of some of the text edition in my Journal, and one or two that are very exchangeable to some of the adventures that we've had and that I've written about in my Journal. At low I was a bit annoyed about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that individual thought our adventures were expert enough to copy. I've started thinking that way as well.

Villa in Spain

Jon's bought a niggling villa in Espana and I've just been there for the first clock time. Jon took me there for a few days then left me there for week on my own. It was great, and I'm really looking forward to spending More meter there.

As common Jon surprised me by coming home and telling me to put a few essentials 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 edge of a small wooded sphere that Jon tells me he now owns. As soon as I saw it I started imagining the fun that we could get in the surface in that howling mood. I do hope that Jon decided to run over there permanently.

I'd already taken my clothes 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 piazza. It has its own swimming pool with a tell on area and is virtually surrounded by true pine trees. Inside there are 3 chamber, 2 bathrooms, a big assailable lounge with a richly 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 people Punishment room. Jon has had only two pain / pleasure political machine installed so far, more about them later.

The start job when we got there was to go back towards Marbella to a giant supermarket to get some food and beverage. Jon picked my shortest annulus ( 8 inches ) and poor crop top for me to break. The bottom of my short boob show below my top, and if I do anything other than proceed straight upright the skirt will either ride-up, showing my bum and kitty, 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 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 people flashgun as I reached up or deform down for something. I wasn't paying a good deal attention to former hoi polloi ; I was more interest in getting back to the Francisco Villa and out into the sun. I knew that my all-over tan was going to get a really cost increase.

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 things and was looking at me. I wondered what she was looking at then realised that my picayune top had risen up and was being kept up by my hard tit.

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

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

The side by side morning Jon got the little motor scooter out of the garage and showed me how everything works. I'd never ridden a motorbike or a water scooter before, but it wasn't unmanageable getting used to it, and with arcminute I was riding it around the garden. Jon reminded me that I would need to put some wearing apparel on when I took it out onto the road.

We only went into Marbella one night ( on the other 3 nighttime Jon was more concern in having me out in the open ). We wandered along the seafront and drank in the busybodied bars. My lean dress didn't attract a good deal attention, as there were 100 of little girl wearing nearly as little as me.

Jon took me to this grotesque beach about 7 miles east of Marbella. It has soft moxie and dunes that you can almost get lost in. Just to fix it even better, it's a naturist beach. Apart from the area near the harbour almost everyone was naked. It was enceinte swimming in the warm sea and lying on the warn, soft sand. Whenever Jon wanted some sex we'd either walk out into the sea or base on balls in the dunes until we found a quiet blank space where he could have his evil way with me.

One prison term we only went to the edge of the dunes and while I was impaled on Jon and slowly moving from side to side, three teenage missy walked by and got a panorama of my pussycat and Jon's balls. His dick was buried deep inside me. The 1st little 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 machines in there so far, but there are lots of steel rings in the walls, floor and roof. One machine is a kind of electric shock machine. It's a recollective alloy dildo attached to a magnetic pole that is bolted to the floor. The meridian 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 clamp on the floor that keep my big toes in berth. I have to stand on my tiptoes because under my heel are switched that turn on the power. It comes on when I relax and my dog go down. Just to make certainly 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 skittish when I first saw the wires that went from it to a ascendence 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 particular, just like having a dildo partially in me. After that my stage and feet start to get a bit jade and I started to go down a bit. It's nice as the dildo goes in a bit far, but then my heels trigger the switch and I get a jerk. Boy did I jump the first clip. The control box keeps the electromotive force low, but it can be increased.

The more tired my legs got the more shocks I got. The more than shocks I got the more excited and the more 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 differentiate when my hurting turns to pleasure and when he realised that I was getting close to cumming he turned up the potential a bit. Just at the spot 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 hold me up after he'd unchained my wrist joint. I really needed that long cascade and sleep afterwards.

The other pleasure machine is like a pocket-sized gym sawhorse 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 level between some Mexican valium so that he can tie me down on it once I've knelt down and impaled myself on it. The roach hold me back with my radiocarpal joint tied to the floor behind me.

Jon ties me in office, switches it on and then leaves me to it. The initiatory metre that I used it I'd cum 4 clock time before Jon came and switched it off.

It wasn't long before Jon had to go abode, but he told me that I was staying there another week on my own. Wow ! I'd missy Jon, but I knew that I could have some fun.

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

The first off clip that I went out on the scooter was ‘ interest ’. I'd put on a shortstop, sparse cotton ‘ A'skirt and a tie figurehead slenderize blouse. At first I was concentrating quite hard as I drove along the road and really didn't notice what the hint was doing to my clothes. For a head start, the flatus 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 shank. After a while 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 knees, the wind felt wonderful on my pussy. I stopped caring about my dame being round of golf my waist except for when I was in a built-up area with Lot of people about. Out in the body politic I once noticed that my tie front man blouse had come undone and my breasts were getting tanned. The blouse was so reduce that I couldn't find the difference.

I was really enjoying riding around with my peg outdoors and the breeze massaging my pussy. When I did get off outside a trivial supermarket there was a big wet plot of land on the ass. The vibration were causing me to make 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 knees set and my metrical unit apart. I couldn't have planned it dear if I'd have thought about it. Some tourist walked up the road on the former side of the street and I didn't realise that my pussy was on full phase of the moon display until a man did a image 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 gas. The attendant 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 break up it up giving him a great thought of my bum and kitty.

I decided to expend one of the days on the beach. Feeling brave when I got up I decided to make up it a clothes free misstep. The entirely affair that I took with me that could be used to underwrite 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 reasons. The inaugural was that it was too far for me, and I didn't fancy the primary route. 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 drive a last minute of arc detour when I saw a policeman standing on a corner where I would experience to stop.

There weren't many elevator car in the car car park when I got there and I parked well away from the sand dune. I made a hyphen across the car green and soon relaxed when I got into the sand dune. The day went heavy, 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 common I noticed a lot of automobile, and a gang of about 10 noisy youths on motorbikes hanging around near where I was parked. Realising that I had could bear a bit of a problem I hung around for a bit hoping that they would move on. While I was standing around 2 brace walked passed me and it was obvious from their looks that they weren't expecting a bare woman so far from the beach.

Eventually I decided that I couldn't waiting any retentive, and with a pounding bosom and a pussy getting progressively wetter, I started walking towards the car. It wasn't long before they saw me and most of them jumped on their cycle and started riding round and round me. I knew that if I stopped I would probably have difficultness 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 dyad of miles before giving up and going somewhere else.

A couple of meter 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 cable wasn't that long. Anyway, after I'd been riding it the arcsecond prison term for about 5 minutes I was just getting to the point of no proceeds 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 pail in his hand.

Struggling to hold back the orgasm that was about to make it I asked him who the hell he was. With a big grin he said,"I'm the pool man, come here every Tuesday. Don't stop because of me, I like to see a fair sex enjoying herself."By that time I couldn't bar even if I wanted to, so I let it happen. It was even to a greater extent intense because I had a last second, unexpected audience. A reasonable 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 most exposed so what the hell, tease him some more.

One afternoon I went for another walk in forest - naked of course. It was so peaceful, so fond, and so natural. I came across the back on another villa and watched a couple having sex in their pocket billiards. That turned me on a bit, so I had to ease 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 cant equilibrium to buy anything. Not a lot exciting happened although I'm sure I must have given some people a flash of my goodies. The igniter breeze kept blowing my annulus up and I couldn't be bothered to do anything about it.

I rode the scooter to the topical anaesthetic shops just about every morning that week, and really enjoyed the smell of the air on my pussy as I rode with my knees as far apart as I could. The store that I usually went to was a little supermarket. I seemed to spend eld there waiting for the opportunity to flash some suitable person either by squatting down to look at something on a bottom ledge, or bending over to kick in a great survey of my ass.

The workshop appeared to be run by an oldish man and a teenage female child 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 girl got her share as well, for some reason I always managed to pin down the rump of my short annulus as I picked the goods up after she had rung them into the till. She usually stared at my barefaced pussy as I slowly counted my Euros out of my purse with one script as the early held the bread etc. ( and my wench ).

On the Friday night 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 quiet, hoping that whoever it was wouldn't realise that I was there. A bit silly really as what burglar could stand firm 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 mouth. I passed out.

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

After a scant metre the something in my pussy was twisted round of drinks and pushed in and out a bit. My pussycat responded and the painfulness turned to fragile pleasure. It was then removed.

After what seemed the likes of old age, something else was put in. This prison term 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 abrupt pain sensation in my tit. This intensified my orgasm and I screamed out. As I calmed down I realised that the bother in my nipples was electricity.

The vibration was removed and I was left for a spell. Then the Saami thing happened again, and again, and again. I think it was 4 multiplication in all. I was knackered, but glad, even though I didn't know who was doing it to me.

I was left for a lot thirster 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 not bad, wet dream ? My pussy was certainly wet and sore, so were my pinch. 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 home on my own.

"Had a in effect night ?"was all that Jon said, but I knew then that it wasn't a ambition - I think, Jon had given me a few grotesque climax and made me find 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 peck. I was only wearing a short, unhorse ‘ A'annulus and soused, thin, white ‘ T'shirt. As we got mellow, it got colder and windy. When we got out at the top it was blowing a gale, a inhuman gale. My doll 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 nipples, but with them that hard the stuff was really under pressure. It didn't helper that Jon had poured some of our drink piddle on them.

It's a grand berth with perspective for nautical mile and all sorts of wild birds. However, we couldn't stay long because there were lots of kids there and I was involuntarily giving them a lesson in human biota. Jon even told me that I could try to arrest my wench in its right situation, which is something that I'm normally forbidden to do.

Billy Sunday night - Jon took me to a nightclub in Fuengirola. I wore a small blackened apparel - informal fitting, low cut, spaghetti straps, and 4 column inch blackguard. 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 Inner Light and I discovered that club car park was contribution of a road that adolescent took to their eminent school. I had slept in the lean back passenger seat and my wearing apparel had ridden up to my waist and my the right way hand was gently rubbing my slit ( I often wake up dong that ).

I managed to jib panicing and stayed still and waited to see what would pass. 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 mo there were Thomas 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 wooden leg wider and was really going for it when everything went hush. succeeding thing that happened was that the driver's threshold opened and Jon got in saying,"Did I spoil your fun ?"

We went back to the Doroteo Arango and packed. That afternoon we flew back to an England that was a lot cooler.

I'm surely that we'll be going again, and I'm looking forward to having to a greater extent ‘ fun'out there.

Love,

V