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Hi, my figure is Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound frame with blondish whisker. In 1998 I quit my boring world in a little town in Union strake and went to exploit as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the due east Midland of England. It was a brave decision to make as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advert in a BDSM magazine that someone had left in the stylist where I worked. I didn't really know what I was letting myself in for, but I really did call for to do something because my life history was so dreary and boring. Even the interview for the job was unconvincing, but I was so desperate to change 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 drop a line a Journal of my new life, and he has since created a web site that it is published on.

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

If you care to register 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 realize that I have a life that just could not be more comforting or pleasurable. I love my life and all the petty adventures that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a little bit of hairsbreadth that grows on my legs, I have no organic structure whisker below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with small ( ish ), pert bosom that have small aureoles and hulk tit. When they're hard Jon says they're like chapel service hat pin. I have a nice business firm, flat belly with a pubic pearl that does stick out a bit. In my pussy lips I have 2 fiddling gold band that Jon put in me. My clit is very prominent and is usually sticking out between my sass. It's about an inch long with a footling turn nous. Jon sometimes calls it my footling dick. I don't own any brassiere, knee pants, trousers, leggings or trunks ; and 90 % of my wench and dress can be described as miniskirt or micro. I used to be a very shy missy, but I've now gone completely the other way, and get a great charge 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 like to netmail me with particular questions.

Jon told me to lay off writing my Journal in the summer of 1999, but has recently asked me to document, some of the more matter to experiences that we have had since then.

Both Jon and I have been scouring the Internet looking for melodic theme for little adventures or incidents that we could manufacture to induce some fun. We've found one or two stories that appear to be slightly rewritten transcript of some of the text in my Journal, and one or two that are very alike to some of the adventures 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 soul thought our adventures were beneficial enough to imitate. I've started thinking that way as well.

The adventure I'm about to describe happened in the summertime of 2000 and wasn't really planned. It was just a unwritten chemical reaction ( by Jon ) to something that happened at the house succeeding threshold.

The Builders Next Door

Although Jon's house has an upstairs and a downstairs, the theatre on either side only have one floor, they're cottage. utmost summer we noticed quite a bit of activity, and quite a bit of haphazardness, at one of them. Looking down from the penalisation elbow room window ( we have a 6 feet highschool fencing ) ; we could see that one of our neighbour was having a conservatory built at the back of their cottage. This gave Jon an idea and he went into the back garden and moved the big scaffolding framing 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 pes long, and 6 feet wide. It has 2 padded hybridizing appendage and some webbing strap across it. I've spent many a happy hr strapped to it spreadeagle, both facing the ground, and the sky. I've also got a few stratum of all-over suntan when I've been on it.

Anyway, Jon got a few spare composition of scaffold and made a slight limiting to it. He left it so that there was a upright bar about 6 in from where my pussy is when I'm restrained on it.

That was it for that night, but the adjacent evening Jon took a expression at the building body of work and told me that the following day was going to be ‘ my day ’. He told me that the way PVC conservatoire are built meant that the job would probably be finished the next day so we only had one chance.

Just before Jon went to mold the next break of the day he told me to cover my front 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 ankles and wrists to the frame. He then pulled a blindfold out of his sack and put it on me.

There I was, naked, spread-eagle, and tied down with the prospect of being like that for the side by side 8 or 9 hr. It was a typical British summer's day, wet and not very quick. For what seemed like a couple of hours I was quite common cold and not very glad. Even the persuasion of what might happen wasn't keeping me warm.

About lunchtime ( my stomach was telling me it was lunchtime ) I started to warm up up and could see some noise from next door. My psyche started having imaginativeness of the prison term that our indoor garden was built and I was spread-eagle on the bed with the builders taking photographs of me ( see my diary ). That time Jon had some command over the builders, but this clock time he didn't have any. If, when, they discovered me, they'd be able to do anything they liked to me. The firearm of scaffolding that Jon had fixed about 6 inches from my kitty would bring in it hard for mortal to actually fuck me, but not impossible. All they needed was a spanner.

As time went on I got warmer and surface-active agent, and not from the rain. I was having a wet daydream remembering some of the exciting times that I've had. All of a sudden I heard a man shout,"Fucking Scheol ! 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 tingling in my lower stomach and cunt was starting again.

I could hear them talking, but couldn't make out the words. After a while everything went quiet. Were they coming stave, had the gone for their lunch, or what ? The anticipation and not knowing was getting me even more excited. I could feel my pussy juices trickling down between my rear cheeks.

After what seemed like hours I heard the incline logic gate surface. 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 experience imagined it. Even so, I gasped a piffling.

Still there was silence. I was just starting to think that they'd gone away when I heard a man coughing."hello, is anyone there ?"I said. After about a minute, a unseasoned sounding man's voice said,"Are you all right ?"

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

"My master key restrained me here this morning time. It's my punishment for not obeying him."I said."Your Master ! That means that you're his slave ?"the whole step of his articulation 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 answer. I just said,"Yes"and waited.

After a hanker intermission a 2d man's voice said,"right then, you won't intellect if we ‘ abuse'you a bit will you ?"With that I felt a rough hand snap my rightfulness chest and start mauling it. Then another hand on my go out breast. 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 base man's voice said. The second man said,"If you want to pretermit an chance like this then sodomite of and terminate putting that roof on. I'm going to have a piece of this slut."After a bit more pap pulling I heard the side logic gate bang, then I felt a deal on my pussy. As a fingerbreadth 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 little hoop in my cunt sass being pulled around. Then my clit was grabbed and pulled. It was pulled so hard that I screamed. Both hands went away and I felt the unit scaffolding material body motility.

"What bastard put that fucking pole between your legs ?"he asked. I didn't answer him. After the whole frame moved another span of prison term everything went placidity before I heard a zip unfasten. Then I heard what must take in been the man climbing into the frame because the next thing that I knew was that I felt his dick military group my mouth open up."suck that bitch"he said. So I did.



He was stood above my head with his testis bouncing on my face and I couldn't get much of his cock in my mouth, but it didn't long for him to cum. His jism didn't taste as nice as Jon's, but there was deal of it. I had trouble swallowing it without choking.

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

"Err um, me and my mate are working future door and give birth 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 business, but she's all right, aren't you Vanessa ?"Jon replied. Before I had chance 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 thing from the upstairs window and he asked me what the man's jism tasted like."Not as squeamish as yours Master."I answered. Jon then told me that he'd hold maintenance 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 redundant poll off. I thought that he was going to be intimate me then, but he didn't, he left me and came back a bit later."Wanted to make sure we had an consultation,"he said as he rammed his hawkshaw into me.

I was getting close to cumming, but not close enough, as Jon shot his load into me. When he pulled out of me I said,"Master, please micturate me cum, I need to cum."Jon ignored me and went inside. I was just coming to the ending that my frustration 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 orgasm of the day. Then the second. Just as the tierce was starting to build 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 shower. It took ages for my centre to get used to the sun, 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 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 pageboy as and when he's read them, and is happy with them.

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