Introduction

Hi, my figure is genus Vanessa. I was born in Dec 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound figure with blondish hair. In 1998 I quit my boring cosmos in a fiddling town in North Wales and went to work as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East midland of England. It was a endure decision to make as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advert in a BDSM cartridge clip that person had left in the stylist 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 olive drab and boring. Even the interview for the job was unbelievable, but I was so desperate to vary my lifetime 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 pen a journal of my new living, and he has since created a web site that it is published on.

If you care to read my diary you will attain that my 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 meet or pleasurable. I love my life and all the minuscule adventures that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a little bit of hair that grows on my legs, I have no physical structure hairsbreadth below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with pocket-size ( ish ), pert breasts that have minor aureoles and giant mammilla. When they're hard Jon says they're like chapel hat leg. I have a nice house, flat breadbasket with a pubic bone that does bind out a bit. In my pussycat mouth I have 2 little atomic number 79 ring that Jon put in me. My clit is very striking and is usually sticking out between my lip. It's about an inch long with a minuscule one shot head. Jon sometimes calls it my niggling dick. I don't own any brassiere, knickers, pant, legging or short ; and 90 % of my annulus and dress 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 thrill from letting other multitude see my body.

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

Jon told me to stop 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 net looking for thought for little dangerous undertaking or incidents that we could make up to give some fun. We've found one or two tale that appear to be slightly rewritten copy of some of the school text in my diary, and one or two that are very interchangeable to some of the adventures that we've had and that I've written about in my Journal. At first I was a bit riled about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that individual thought our adventures were good enough to re-create. I've started thinking that way as well.

villa in Espana

Jon's bought a little villa in Spain and I've just been there for the first clip. Jon took me there for a few Clarence Day then left me there for week on my own. It was keen, and I'm really looking forward to spending more time there.

As usual 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 hr later we were getting into a hire car at Malaga airport. We drove down towards Marbella then up towards the mound. The Francisco Villa is on the edge of a small-scale wooded area that Jon tells me he now owns. As soon as I saw it I started imagining the fun that we could have in the open in that wonderful clime. I do go for that Jon decided to impress over there permanently.

I'd already taken my attire off within minutes of getting into the car at Malaga airport, and as soon as Jon pulled up at the gate I jumped out of the car and ran to look round the place. It has its own swimming pool with a grassed domain and is virtually surrounded by pine tree Tree. Inside there are 3 bedroom, 2 bathrooms, a big open lounge with a in high spirits roof, and a cellar. In the garage I found a scooter that Jon bought for me to get around when he's not there.

The cellar is our Spanish Punishment room. Jon has had only two pain / pleasance machine installed so far, more about them later.

The starting time job when we got there was to go back towards Marbella to a jumbo supermarket to get some intellectual nourishment and drink. Jon picked my light bird ( 8 inches ) and poor crop top for me to weary. The bottom of my small breast show below my top, and if I do anything early than keep straight upright the skirt will either ride-up, showing my bum and kitty, or slide down showing the top of my bum and kitty-cat. Whichever way you look at it I've got to be very thrifty if there are nestling or pitiable looking people about. That's the only doll that Jon will let me pull up straight when I'm with him. Anyway, it didn't take long to get there and I gave a few mass newsbreak as I reached up or bow down for something. I wasn't paying much care to other people ; I was more interested 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 nutrient to put into the bags when I realised that the check-out girl had stopped scanning thing 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 concentrated teat.

As soon as the intellectual nourishment was put away I asked Jon if I could go for a swim. We both went and I pleaded with Jon for him to have sex me in the piddle. I love that feeling.

Afterwards we went for a paseo in the woods, over the fence and along grease tracks. We never saw anyone, which was a bit of a dashing hopes, as we were both naked. At one point Jon got me to twist over a fallen Tree while he rammed into me. We walked on with his putz still pointing to the sun and our juices running down my thighs.

The next first light Jon got the little ice yacht out of the garage 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 minutes I was riding it around the garden. Jon reminded me that I would involve to put some clothes on when I took it out onto the road.

We only went into Marbella one night ( on the early 3 nights Jon was more interested in having me out in the open ). We wandered along the seafront and drank in the engaged bars. My skimpy clothes didn't attract much aid, as there were hundreds of female child wearing nearly as little as me.

Jon took me to this terrific beach about 7 Admiralty mile east of Marbella. It has balmy guts and sand dune that you can almost get lost in. Just to nominate it even better, it's a nudist beach. Apart from the orbit near the harbour almost everyone was naked. It was great swim in the warm sea and lying on the warn, soft grit. Whenever Jon wanted some sex we'd either take the air out into the sea or walkway in the sand dune until we found a quiet spot where he could have his evil way with me.

One prison term we only went to the bound of the dunes and while I was impaled on Jon and slowly moving from side to side, three teenage girls walked by and got a eyeshot of my pussy and Jon's balls. His dick was buried abstruse inside me. The kickoff 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 mountain of blade rings in the walls, floor and roof. One car is a sorting of galvanizing shock car. It's a long metal dildo attached to a terminal that is bolted to the level. The top 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 clinch on the floor that keep my big toes in place. I have to stand on my tiptoes because under my dog are switched that routine on the power. It comes on when I relax and my heels go down. Just to get to for certain 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 wire that went from it to a control unit then to a mains socket on the paries. I looked at Jon who just said,"faith me !"I do.

For the foremost 10 minutes or so it was nil particular, just like having a dildo partially in me. After that my ramification and feet start to get a bit wear and I started to go down a bit. It's nice as the dildo goes in a bit foster, but then my heels trigger the transposition and I get a jerk. Boy did I jump the first time. The control box keeps the emf low, but it can be increased.

The more hackneyed my legs got the more shock absorber I got. The more cushion I got the more arouse and the more tired I got. Jon left me alone for the beginning 30 or 40 minutes, then started checking on me every 5 second or so. Jon can assure when my annoyance turns to pleasure and when he realised that I was getting close to cumming he turned up the voltage a bit. Just at the point of no retort Jon upped the voltage a bit more and I pushed down on my blackguard. I was stood there covered in perspiration and almost screaming with pleasure.

Jon had to take for me up after he'd untie my carpus. I really needed that yearn rain shower and kip afterwards.

The early pleasure machine is like a small gym gymnastic horse with no legs. The difference is that it's got a big electric vibe sticking out of the top. Jon's had it positioned on the base between some roach 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 wrist tied to the floor behind me.

Jon ties me in situation, switches it on and then leaves me to it. The first sentence that I used it I'd cum 4 metre 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 young woman Jon, but I knew that I could have some fun.

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

The foremost meter that I went out on the motor scooter was ‘ matter to ’. I'd put on a short, dilute cotton fiber ‘ A'skirt and a tie front dilute blouse. At number one I was concentrating quite hard as I drove along the roads and really didn't observance what the steer was doing to my clothes. For a first, the farting was keeping my nipples 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 spell I got more surefooted and started relaxing a bit. I soon discovered that if I sat forward on the seat, lounged back and opened my articulatio genus, the wind felt wonderful on my twat. I stopped caring about my skirt being beat my waistline except for when I was in a built-up area with quite a little of people about. Out in the country I once noticed that my tie front end blouse had come undone and my breasts were getting tanned. The blouse was so thin that I couldn't feel the difference.

I was really enjoying riding around with my legs open and the zephyr massaging my snatch. When I did get off outside a little supermarket there was a big wet patch on the fundament. The vibrations were causing me to make lubrication faster than the duck soup 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 bent and my feet apart. I couldn't have planned it adept if I'd have thought about it. Some tourists walked up the road on the other side of the street and I didn't realise that my kitty was on full display until a man did a double issue and said, ‘ bloody hell."When I realised what he was looking at I managed not to oppose and just sat there.

I got lost on the way back, and had to stop to buy some gasoline. The concomitant was a youth of about 19 or 20. I had to ask for his assistance and repaid him by dropping my money and deflection over to pick it up giving him a great view of my bum and kitty.

I decided to spend one of the days on the beach. Feeling brave when I got up I decided to constitute it a apparel free trip. The exclusively thing that I took with me that could be used to continue myself was a towel. I decided that I needed a towel with me to lie on, and to dry myself after going for a swim. The scooter was out of the question for 2 rationality. The first was that it was too far for me, and I didn't fancy the main route. The irregular 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 learn a last minute roundabout way when I saw a officer standing on a corner where I would have to stop.

There weren't many cars in the car Mungo Park when I got there and I parked well away from the sand dune. I made a dash across the car commons and soon relaxed when I got into the dune. The day went great, 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 park I noticed a lot of cars, and a work party of about 10 noisy young person on motorbikes hanging around near where I was parked. Realising that I had could have a bit of a problem I hung around for a bit hoping that they would move on. While I was standing around 2 couples walked passed me and it was obvious from their looks that they weren't expecting a naked woman so far from the beach.

Eventually I decided that I couldn't wait any longsighted, and with a pounding heart and a pussy getting progressively bedwetter, I started walking towards the car. It wasn't long before they saw me and almost of them jumped on their cycle and started riding round of drinks 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 couple of miles before giving up and going somewhere else.

A couple of time I took the punishment simple machine that I kneel down on, outside to pleasure myself out in the sun. I couldn't take it that far out because the electricity cablegram wasn't that long. Anyway, after I'd been riding it the endorse time for about 5 arcminute I was just getting to the head of no recurrence when I noticed something moving out of the niche 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 script.

Struggling to hold back the orgasm that was about to go far I asked him who the hell he was. With a big grin he said,"I'm the consortium man, come here every Tuesday. Don't stopover because of me, I like to see a womanhood enjoying herself."By that time I couldn't stop even if I wanted to, so I let it fall out. It was even more acute because I had a last hour, unexpected hearing. A reasonable looking one at that.

As my high subsided the man turned and walked over to the puddle. When I climbed off I went for a swim. 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 Mrs. Henry Wood - bare of course. It was so peaceful, so warm up, and so rude. I came across the back on another Villa and watched a match 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 grotesque shops there, but in a lot of them you need a big banking company balance to buy anything. Not a lot exciting happened although I'm certainly I must bear given some people a flash of my goodies. The light breeze kept blowing my chick up and I couldn't be bothered to do anything about it.

I rode the scooter to the local anaesthetic shops just about every morning that week, and really enjoyed the feeling of the breeze on my twat as I rode with my stifle as far apart as I could. The shop class that I usually went to was a little supermarket. I seemed to spend ages there waiting for the opportunity to flash some worthy person either by squatting down to look at something on a bottom shelf, or bending over to reach a great persuasion of my ass.

The shop appeared to be run by an oldish man and a teenage girl who was usually on the checkout. By the end of the hebdomad the old man was smiling at me and following me about. The girl got her percentage as well, for some rationality I always managed to trap the tail end of my short skirt as I picked the goods up after she had rung them into the cashbox. She usually stared at my barefaced kitty-cat as I slowly counted my Euros out of my purse with one mitt as the other 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 way. 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 dissent doing something to a naked, slim 28 yr old that was sleeping without covers.

He walked up to the bed then put something over my sass. 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 ears, something very solid in my cunt, and something was squeezing and pulling my nipples.

After a short time the something in my pussy was twisted round and pushed in and out a bit. My pussy responded and the pain turned to little pleasance. It was then removed.

After what seemed like geezerhood, something else was put in. This clock 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 wicked sharp hurting in my mammilla. This heighten my coming and I screamed out. As I calmed down I realised that the pain in the neck in my nipples was electricity.

The vibe was removed and I was left for a patch. Then the same matter happened again, and again, and again. I think it was 4 fourth dimension in all. I was knackered, but happy, even though I didn't know who was doing it to me.

I was left for a lot foresighted time before something was put over my mouthpiece and I passed out again.

When I woke up again I was back on bed and it was getting light source. Had I dreamed it all ? Had I had a great, wet dream ? My pussy was certainly wet and sore, so were my nips. 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 former weekend was that I would fly home on my own.

"Had a undecomposed nighttime ?"was all that Jon said, but I knew then that it wasn't a aspiration - I think, Jon had given me a few fantastic orgasms and made me experience fantastic.

Later that day we went along the coast to where a cable length car goes from in the middle of the small town / townsfolk, to the top of the mountain. I was only wearing a short-change, loose ‘ A'annulus and tight, 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 cold gale. My skirt 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 tit, but with them that hard the material was really under pressure. It didn't service that Jon had poured some of our crapulence water on them.

It's a wondrous place with views for miles and all kind of wilderness razz. However, we couldn't stay long because there were mess of nipper there and I was involuntarily giving them a example in human biological science. Jon even told me that I could try to hold my skirt in its proper place, which is something that I'm normally forbidden to do.

Dominicus Night - Jon took me to a nightclub in Fuengirola. I wore a little black dress - loose fitting, low cut, spaghetti straps, and 4 inch heels. We both had a few too many drinking 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 society car parkland was division of a route that teenagers took to their high school. I had slept in the repose passenger rear and my clothes had ridden up to my shank and my right hand was gently rubbing my cunt ( I often wake up dong that ).

I managed to resist panicing and stayed still and waited to see what would come about. After a while I heard a offspring man's voice. I couldn't understand what he was saying, but he was excited. After a few seconds there were more voices, Male and female. I decided to up the ante and really started playing with my kitty - still pretending to be asleep. I eased my legs wider and was really going for it when everything went tranquillity. future thing that happened was that the driver's room access 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 Sir Thomas More ‘ fun'out there.

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