Introduction

Hi, my public figure is Vanessa. I was born in Dec 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound figure with blondish hairsbreadth. In 1998 I quit my boring world in a picayune town in Second Earl of Guilford wheal and went to work as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East Midlands of England. It was a brave decision to make as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job ad in a BDSM cartridge holder that mortal 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 was so drab and boring. Even the consultation for the job was incredible, but I was so do-or-die to change my living 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 save a Journal of my new sprightliness, and he has since created a web site that it is published on.

HTTP : //www.asstr.org/~Vanessa/

If you care to understand my journal you will discover that my relationship with Jon is rather different to that of virtually employee and employer, but I have easily come to realise that I have a spirit that just could not be more satisfying or pleasurable. I love my life and all the little escapade that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a little bit of hair that grows on my legs, I have no consistency hair below my neck opening. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with small ( ish ), pert knocker that have little aureoles and giant star nipples. When they're hard Jon says they're like chapel service hat thole. I have a Nice firm, flat tummy with a pubic bone that does stick out a bit. In my pussy lips I have 2 little amber rings that Jon put in me. My clit is very big and is usually sticking out between my rim. It's about an column inch long with a little round head. Jon sometimes calls it my slight dick. I don't own any bandeau, knickers, trousers, leggings or drawers ; and 90 % of my annulus and dresses can be described as miniskirt or micro. I used to be a very shy girl, 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 fulfill the people who asked. If it isn't, perhaps they would care to e-mail me with specific questions.

Jon told me to hold back 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 little adventure or incidents that we could manufacture to have some fun. We've found one or two narration that appear to be slightly rewritten transcript of some of the text in my journal, and one or two that are very similar to some of the adventure 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 someone thought our adventures were just enough to simulate. I've started thinking that way as well.

The risky venture I'm about to describe happened in the summer of 2000 and wasn't really planned. It was just a ad-lib reaction ( by Jon ) to something that happened at the mansion next room access.

The constructor Next doorway

Although Jon's family has an upstairs and a downstairs, the firm on either side only have one storey, they're bungalows. net summertime we noticed quite a bit of natural action, and quite a bit of noise, at one of them. Looking down from the punishment room window ( we have a 6 feet gamy fence ) ; we could see that one of our neighbours was having a conservatoire built at the rachis of their bungalow. This gave Jon an idea and he went into the plump for garden and moved the big scaffolding frame so that the tail was facing where the conservatory was being built.

The staging human body is a bit like a big bed, but about 10 substructure long, and 6 feet wide. It has 2 padded hybridizing member and some webbing straps across it. I've spent many a happy hour strapped to it spread-eagle, both facing the ground, and the sky. I've also got a few bed of all-over suntan when I've been on it.

Anyway, Jon got a few spare pieces of scaffold and made a slight modification to it. He left it so that there was a vertical bar about 6 inches from where my slit is when I'm restrained on it.

That was it for that dark, but the next even Jon took a look at the building work and told me that the next day was going to be ‘ my day ’. He told me that the way PVC conservatories are built meant that the job would probably be finished the next day so we only had one chance.

Just before Jon went to work the following aurora he told me to cover my figurehead with tan lotion and to go and make myself comfortable on the staging frame. After he finished his breakfast, he came outside and attach my mortise joint and wrists to the frame. He then pulled a blindfold out of his pouch and put it on me.

There I was, au naturel, rout, and tied down with the outlook of being like that for the future 8 or 9 hours. It was a typical British summer's day, wet and not very warm. For what seemed like a dyad of hours I was quite cold and not very well-chosen. Even the thought process of what might happen wasn't keeping me warm.

About lunchtime ( my tummy was telling me it was lunchtime ) I started to warm up and could take heed some dissonance from next doorway. My creative thinker started having visual sense of the time that our conservatory was built and I was spread-eagle on the bed with the constructor taking photographs of me ( see my Journal ). That prison term Jon had some control over the builders, but this time he didn't have any. If, when, they discovered me, they'd be able to do anything they liked to me. The musical composition of scaffolding that Jon had fixed about 6 inches from my pussy would ca-ca it hard for somebody to actually lie with me, but not unacceptable. All they needed was a spanner.

As prison term went on I got warmer and wetting agent, and not from the pelting. I was having a wet daydream remembering some of the charge up times that I've had. All of a sudden I heard a man yell,"nooky hell ! Come and have a look at this."Everything went quiet and I knew that they'd seen me. If I was wet before, then I was getting drenched then. That nice prickling in my lower stomach and puss was starting again.

I could get word them talking, but couldn't make out the quarrel. After a while everything went tranquilize. Were they coming bout, had the gone for their lunch, or what ? The prevision and not knowing was getting me even more excited. I could experience my kitty juices trickling down between my arse cheeks.

After what seemed similar hours I heard the side logic gate overt. side by side I heard infantry walking towards me. I knew they were there, but I couldn't see them. I thought I felt something touch my right nipple, but it could hold imagined it. Even so, I gasped a trivial.

Still there was quiet. I was just starting to think that they'd gone away when I heard a man cough."Hello, is anyone there ?"I said. After about a instant, a young sounding man's voice said,"Are you all right ?"

Relieved and excited, I said,"Oh Hi, I was beginning to think that I was imagining that someone was there."“ What are you doing out here like that ?"the man's voice asked.

"My Master restrained me here this break of the day. It's my punishment for not obeying him."I said."Your Master ! That means that you're his slave ?"the tone of his voice asked."Yes, I do everything that he tells me, and he uses me as he pleases."I said."So he abuses you and you're happy about that ?"was the reply. I just said,"Yes"and waited.

After a long pause a second man's voice said,"Right then, you won't mind if we ‘ abuse'you a bit will you ?"With that I felt a fierce manus snap my right breast and start mauling it. Then another deal on my left knocker. My nipples ( which were rock hard ) were being pulled in every direction. It was hurting, but it was nice.

"You shouldn't be doing that,"the first man's voice said. The endorse man said,"If you want to escape an chance like this then sodomite of and end putting that roof on. I'm going to have a piece of this slut."After a bit more nipple pulling I heard the side gate bang, then I felt a mitt on my slit. As a digit went inside me, the man said,"You're loving this aren't you ?"I was, but I didn't say so.

The hand on my pussy backed off. Then I felt the piffling rings in my pussy sass being pulled around. Then my clit was grabbed and pulled. It was pulled so hard that I screamed. Both handwriting went away and I felt the whole scaffolding bod motility.

"What bastard put that fucking celestial pole between your legs ?"he asked. I didn't answer him. After the whole frame moved another couple of times everything went quiet down before I heard a zip unfasten. Then I heard what must have been the man climbing into the skeletal system because the next thing that I knew was that I felt his dick force my mouth open."Suck that bitch"he said. So I did.



He was stood above my head with his formal bouncing on my brass and I couldn't get a great deal of his prick in my rima oris, but it didn't long for him to cum. His jism didn't taste as nice as Jon's, but there was lots of it. I had fuss swallowing it without choking.

After he shot his load into my mouth there was a hanker break before I felt him climb off the physique."I'm off for a spanner, don't go away."He said laughingly. There was a few seconds quiet and I was thinking,"Oh shit, Jon's not going to like this,"when I heard Jon say,"Can I help you ?"

"Err um, me and my teammate are working next door and stimulate just seen your slave, err woman. I though I'd better come and see that she was all right."He said."Thank you for your concern, but she's all right, aren't you genus Vanessa ?"Jon replied. Before I had fortune to answer, the man said,"right then, I'll get back to work."

Jon came over to me and asked me if I'd enjoyed myself. I told him that I had, but not enough to cum. He then told me that he'd watched the unhurt thing from the upstairs windowpane and he asked me what the man's jism tasted like."Not as nice as yours Master."I answered. Jon then told me that he'd take care of me in a minute, and leaving the blindfold in place he disappeared.

About ten minutes later he returned with a spanner and took the extra poll off. I thought that he was going to make love me then, but he didn't, he left me and came back a bit later."Wanted to pull in certain we had an audience,"he said as he rammed his peter into me.

I was getting close to cumming, but not close enough, as Jon shot his encumbrance into me. When he pulled out of me I said,"Master, please make me cum, I need to cum."Jon ignored me and went inside. I was just coming to the conclusion that my frustrations were not to be relieved when I felt one of my vibrators being pushed inside me. Then it was switched on. It wasn't long before I reached my for the first time climax of the day. Then the second. Just as the one-third was starting to build up, the vibe was removed and Jon took the blindfold off. He untied my wrist and ankle and told me to go and get a shower. It took geezerhood for my eyes to get used to the sunshine, and when I looked over towards where the constructor were working, the conservatory roof looked as though it was finished, and I couldn't see anyone.

When I got upstairs I looked out of the front windowpane and saw the constructor's van parkway off.

I have other experiences that Jon has told me to document. I'm sure that Jon will get me to release all of them on my web page as and when he's read them, and is happy with them.

dearest

Vanessa