The Builder Next Door ( 0 )
Introduction
Hi, my gens is genus Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound pattern with blondish hair. In 1998 I quit my boring existence in a little townsfolk in North Wales and went to work as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East Midlands of England. It was a brave decisiveness to make as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advertisement in a BDSM magazine that someone had left in the styler where I worked. I didn't really screw what I was letting myself in for, but I really did want to do something because my life was so somber and boring. Even the audience for the job was unlikely, but I was so desperate to interchange 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 indite a Journal of my new life, and he has since created a web situation that it is published on.
HTTP : //www.asstr.org/~Vanessa/
If you care to learn my Journal you will break that my relationship with Jon is rather different to that of most employee and employer, but I have easily come to earn that I have a life that just could not be more satisfying or gratifying. I love my living and all the little adventures that Jon and I get up to.
Apart from a little bit of hairsbreadth that grows on my branch, I have no torso hair below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with small ( ish ), pert breast that have small corona and titan teat. When they're hard Jon says they're like chapel hat tholepin. I have a gracious firm, flat abdomen with a pubic bone that does stick out a bit. In my pussy lips I have 2 little atomic number 79 ringing that Jon put in me. My clit is very striking and is usually sticking out between my lips. It's about an inch long with a little round psyche. Jon sometimes calls it my piffling cock. I don't own any brassiere, bloomers, pant, leggings or shortstop ; and 90 % of my bird and apparel can be described as mini or micro. I used to be a very shy girl, but I've now gone completely the early way, and get a nifty thrill from letting other multitude see my body.
I hope that's enough to meet the citizenry who asked. If it isn't, perhaps they would like to e-mail me with specific questions.
Jon told me to break 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 ideas for trivial adventures or incidents that we could invent to possess some fun. We've found one or two taradiddle that appear to be slightly rewritten copy of some of the text edition in my Journal, and one or two that are very similar to some of the dangerous undertaking that we've had and that I've written about in my Journal. At first I was a bit nark about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that someone thought our adventures were expert enough to simulate. I've started thinking that way as well.
The adventure I'm about to depict happened in the summer of 2000 and wasn't really planned. It was just a spontaneous reaction ( by Jon ) to something that happened at the house next door.
The builder Next Door
Although Jon's household has an upstairs and a downstairs, the theatre on either side only have one trading floor, they're bungalows. Last summer we noticed quite a bit of activity, and quite a bit of dissonance, at one of them. Looking down from the punishment elbow room window ( we have a 6 groundwork high fence ) ; we could see that one of our neighbours was having a conservatory built at the rear of their bungalow. This gave Jon an approximation and he went into the book binding garden and moved the big scaffolding chassis so that the bum was facing where the conservatory was being built.
The staging skeletal system is a bit like a big bed, but about 10 feet long, and 6 feet wide. It has 2 padded cross members and some webbing straps across it. I've spent many a felicitous hour strapped to it spread-eagle, both facing the primer, and the sky. I've also got a few level of all-over burn 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 snatch is when I'm restrained on it.
That was it for that night, but the following evening Jon took a smell at the construction 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 following day so we only had one chance.
Just before Jon went to work the future morning he told me to cover my breast with suntan lotion and to go and establish myself comfortable on the scaffolding frame of reference. After he finished his breakfast, he came outside and even my articulatio talocruralis and wrists to the frame. He then pulled a blindfold out of his pocket and put it on me.
There I was, bare, spread-eagle, and tied down with the chance of being like that for the following 8 or 9 hours. It was a typical British summer's day, wet and not very warm. For what seemed like a match of hour I was quite cold and not very happy. Even the opinion of what might happen wasn't keeping me warm.
About lunchtime ( my breadbasket was telling me it was lunchtime ) I started to warm up and could take heed some noise from next door. My nous started having sight of the time that our conservatory was built and I was spread-eagle on the bed with the detergent builder taking photographs of me ( see my Journal ). That time Jon had some ascendence over the builder, 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 small-arm of scaffolding that Jon had fixed about 6 column inch from my snatch would wee-wee it difficult for someone to actually eff me, but not impossible. All they needed was a spanner.
As sentence went on I got heater and surfactant, and not from the rain. I was having a wet daydream remembering some of the exciting fourth dimension that I've had. All of a sudden I heard a man shout,"fucking hell ! ejaculate and have a look at this."Everything went tranquillise and I knew that they'd seen me. If I was wet before, then I was getting drenched then. That nice prickling in my lowly stomach and pussy was starting again.
I could hear them talking, but couldn't make out the words. After a patch everything went calm. Were they coming rhythm, had the gone for their lunch, or what ? The anticipation and not knowing was getting me even more agitate. I could feel my pussy succus trickling down between my rump cheeks.
After what seemed like hour I heard the slope gate unfastened. Next I heard feet 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 have imagined it. Even so, I gasped a little.
Still there was silence. I was just starting to remember that they'd gone away when I heard a man coughing."hullo, is anyone there ?"I said. After about a arcminute, a young sounding man's voice said,"Are you all right ?"
Relieved and excited, I said,"Oh Hi, I was beginning to intend that I was imagining that someone was there."“ What are you doing out here like that ?"the man's voice asked.
"My captain restrained me here this dawning. It's my punishment for not obeying him."I said."Your master key ! That means that you're his hard worker ?"the whole 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 farsighted pause a second man's voice said,"Right then, you won't psyche if we ‘ abuse'you a bit will you ?"With that I felt a scratchy hand catch my right knocker and start mauling it. Then another paw on my go forth breast. My nipples ( which were rock hard ) were being pulled in every management. It was hurting, but it was nice.
"You shouldn't be doing that,"the first of all man's voice said. The second gear man said,"If you want to omit an chance like this then bugger of and cease putting that roof on. I'm going to have a piece of this slut."After a bit more tit pull I heard the side gate hit, then I felt a hand on my pussy. 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 handwriting on my snatch backed off. Then I felt the little rings in my pussycat lips being pulled around. Then my clitoris was grabbed and pulled. It was pulled so backbreaking that I screamed. Both manpower went away and I felt the altogether scaffolding frame move.
"What bastard put that fucking Pole between your pegleg ?"he asked. I didn't answer him. After the whole frame moved another brace of meter everything went quiet before I heard a zip unfasten. Then I heard what must own been the man climbing into the frame because the next thing that I knew was that I felt his dick force out my mouth open."suck that cunt"he said. So I did.
He was stood above my head with his Lucille Ball bouncing on my face and I couldn't get much of his dick in my sass, but it didn't long for him to cum. His jism didn't preference as nice as Jon's, but there was lots of it. I had trouble swallowing it without choking.
After he shot his onus into my mouth there was a prospicient intermission before I felt him climb off the shape."I'm off for a spanner, don't go away."He said laughingly. There was a few second gear quiet and I was thinking,"Oh damn, Jon's not going to care this,"when I heard Jon say,"Can I help you ?"
"Err um, me and my mate are working side by side door and have just seen your slave, err adult female. I though I'd easily come and see that she was all right."He said."Thank you for your business, but she's all right field, aren't you Vanessa ?"Jon replied. Before I had chance to resolve, the man said,"rightfield 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 wholly thing 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 occupy care of me in a hour, and leaving the blindfold in property he disappeared.
About ten proceedings later he returned with a spanner and took the redundant poll parrot 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 have for 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 lading 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 world-class orgasm of the day. Then the second. Just as the one-third was starting to work up up, the vibe was removed and Jon took the blindfold off. He untied my wrists and ankles and told me to go and get a exhibitioner. It took historic period for my eyes to get used to the sunlight, and when I looked over towards where the builders were working, the conservatory cap looked as though it was finished, and I couldn't see anyone.
When I got upstairs I looked out of the straw man window and saw the 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 scan them, and is well-chosen with them.
Love
Vanessa