Introduction

Hi, my name is Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound soma with blondish whisker. In 1998 I quit my boring existence in a little town in due north Cymru and went to put to work as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the E Midland of England. It was a audacious decision to urinate as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advertisement in a BDSM mag that somebody had left in the styler where I worked. I didn't really have sex 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 interview for the job was unbelievable, but I was so desperate to deepen 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 compose a daybook of my new life, and he has since created a web land site that it is published on.

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

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

Apart from a fiddling bit of pilus that grows on my legs, I have no body hair below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with small ( ish ), pert knocker that have small aureoles and giant nipples. When they're concentrated Jon says they're like chapel service hat pegs. I have a decent business firm, unconditional stomach with a pubic os that does stick out a bit. In my kitty sass I have 2 lilliputian gold rings that Jon put in me. My clit is very spectacular and is usually sticking out between my rim. It's about an inch long with a slight troll principal. Jon sometimes calls it my little dick. I don't own any brassiere, breeches, trouser, leggings or shorts ; and 90 % of my bird and dresses 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 tingle from letting other people see my body.

I hope that's enough to gratify the the great unwashed who asked. If it isn't, perhaps they would care to e-mail me with specific questions.

Jon told me to stop writing my daybook 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 net looking for theme for little escapade or incidents that we could construct to have some fun. We've found one or two history that appear to be slightly rewritten copies of some of the text edition 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 outset I was a bit gravel about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that somebody thought our adventures were in force enough to replicate. I've started thinking that way as well.

The escapade I'm about to line happened in the summertime of 2000 and wasn't really planned. It was just a spontaneous reaction ( by Jon ) to something that happened at the theatre next doorway.

The builder Next Door

Although Jon's house has an upstairs and a downstairs, the business firm on either side only have one base, they're cottage. Last summer we noticed quite a bit of activity, and quite a bit of disturbance, at one of them. Looking down from the punishment room window ( we have a 6 feet eminent fence ) ; we could see that one of our neighbours was having a conservatory built at the back of their bungalow. This gave Jon an estimate and he went into the back garden and moved the big scaffolding frame of reference so that the bottom was facing where the conservatory was being built.

The staging frame is a bit like a big bed, but about 10 feet long, and 6 human foot wide. It has 2 padded cross appendage and some webbing shoulder strap across it. I've spent many a happy hour strapped to it rout, both facing the ground, and the sky. I've also got a few bed of all-over burn when I've been on it.

Anyway, Jon got a few trim pieces of scaffold and made a tenuous alteration to it. He left it so that there was a perpendicular bar about 6 inch from where my kitty-cat is when I'm restrained on it.

That was it for that night, but the next eve Jon took a flavor at the building study and told me that the future day was going to be ‘ my day ’. He told me that the way PVC conservatory 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 succeeding morning he told me to get over my battlefront with suntan lotion and to go and make myself comfortable on the staging frame. After he finished his breakfast, he came outside and tied my ankle and radiocarpal joint to the bod. He then pulled a blindfold out of his scoop and put it on me.

There I was, naked, spread-eagle, and tied down with the prospect of being like that for the future 8 or 9 hours. It was a typical Brits summertime's day, wet and not very warm up. For what seemed like a couple of hours I was quite frigid and not very happy. Even the thought of what might happen wasn't keeping me warm.

About lunchtime ( my stomach was telling me it was lunchtime ) I started to warm up and could see some noise from following door. My nous started having visions of the prison term that our conservatory was built and I was spread-eagle on the bed with the builders taking photograph of me ( see my journal ). That time Jon had some command over the detergent builder, but this sentence he didn't have any. If, when, they discovered me, they'd be able to do anything they liked to me. The bit of scaffolding that Jon had fixed about 6 inches from my puss would piddle it hard for someone to actually have intercourse me, but not out of the question. All they needed was a spanner.

As time went on I got warmer and wetter, and not from the rainwater. I was having a wet daydream remembering some of the arouse times that I've had. All of a sudden I heard a man shout,"ass pit ! 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 gracious tingle in my lower tum and pussy was starting again.

I could hear them talking, but couldn't make out the Holy Scripture. After a patch everything went tranquillity. Were they coming round, had the gone for their lunch, or what ? The anticipation and not knowing was getting me even more mad. I could palpate my slit juices trickling down between my arse cheeks.

After what seemed like hours I heard the side gate open. Next I heard metrical foot walking towards me. I knew they were there, but I couldn't see them. I thought I felt something touch my rectify nipple, but it could have imagined it. Even so, I gasped a trivial.

Still there was silence. I was just starting to mean that they'd gone away when I heard a man cough."hullo, is anyone there ?"I said. After about a minute of arc, a offspring sounding man's voice said,"Are you all right ?"

Relieved and excited, I said,"Oh Hi, I was beginning to recollect 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 first light. It's my punishment for not obeying him."I said."Your schoolmaster ! 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 felicitous about that ?"was the reply. I just said,"Yes"and waited.

After a farsighted break a second man's articulation said,"Right then, you won't judgment if we ‘ abuse'you a bit will you ?"With that I felt a harsh hand grab my correct boob and start mauling it. Then another manus on my result breast. My nipple ( which were rock hard ) were being pulled in every focussing. It was hurting, but it was nice.

"You shouldn't be doing that,"the first man's voice said. The second base man said,"If you want to miss an chance like this then bugger of and complete putting that cap on. I'm going to have a spell of this slut."After a bit more nipple pulling I heard the side gate knock, then I felt a hand on my puss. As a finger 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 pussycat backed off. Then I felt the little rings in my purulent brim being pulled around. Then my clitoris was grabbed and pulled. It was pulled so gruelling that I screamed. Both helping hand went away and I felt the whole scaffolding frame move.

"What bastard put that fucking celestial pole between your branch ?"he asked. I didn't answer him. After the whole frame moved another twain of meter everything went quiet before I heard a zip unfasten. Then I heard what must have been the man climbing into the form because the future matter that I knew was that I felt his dick force my sassing subject."sucking that bitch"he said. So I did.



He was stood above my head with his balls bouncing on my face and I couldn't get often of his peter in my lip, but it didn't long for him to cum. His jism didn't taste as overnice as Jon's, but there was oodles of it. I had bother swallowing it without choking.

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

"Err um, me and my first mate are working next door and suffer just seen your slave, err fair sex. I though I'd better seminal fluid and see that she was all right."He said."Thank you for your concern, but she's all right, aren't you Vanessa ?"Jon replied. Before I had luck to do, 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 whole affair from the upstairs window 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 strike tutelage of me in a moment, and leaving the blindfold in place he disappeared.

About ten minutes later he returned with a spanner and took the extra crown off. I thought that he was going to fuck me then, but he didn't, he left me and came back a bit later."Wanted to spend a penny sure we had an audience,"he said as he rammed his dick 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 get to me cum, I need to cum."Jon ignored me and went inside. I was just coming to the conclusion that my foiling 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 first coming of the day. Then the second. Just as the third was starting to build up, the vibe was removed and Jon took the blindfold off. He untied my wrist joint and ankles and told me to go and get a shower. It took historic period for my eyes to get used to the sun, and when I looked over towards where the builder 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 line window and saw the detergent builder's van drive off.

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

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genus Vanessa