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Hi, my epithet is 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 drill existence in a footling townspeople in Second Earl of Guilford weal and went to mould as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East Midland of England. It was a courageous determination to make as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advertizement in a BDSM magazine that soul had left in the styler where I worked. I didn't really know what I was letting myself in for, but I really did take to do something because my living was so drab and oil production. Even the audience for the job was incredible, but I was so desperate to change 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 write a Journal of my new life story, and he has since created a web site that it is published on.

If you care to read my daybook you will pick up that my relationship with Jon is rather different to that of most employee and employer, but I have easily come to bring in that I have a life that just could not be more satisfying or pleasurable. I love my life and all the minuscule adventures that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a niggling bit of hair that grows on my stage, I have no body hair below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with humble ( ish ), pert knocker that have small glory and colossus nipples. When they're gruelling Jon says they're like chapel hat rowlock. I have a Nice firm, monotonic venter with a pubic off-white that does gravel out a bit. In my snatch lips I have 2 small gold rings that Jon put in me. My clit is very prominent and is usually sticking out between my lip. It's about an inch long with a little polish head. Jon sometimes calls it my little dick. I don't own any bras, bloomers, trouser, leg covering or short ; and 90 % of my skirts 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 the great unwashed see my body.

I hope that's enough to satisfy the people who asked. If it isn't, perhaps they would like to email 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 Internet looking for ideas for footling adventures or incidents that we could fabricate to feature some fun. We've found one or two account that appear to be slightly rewritten copies of some of the text in my daybook, and one or two that are very similar 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 someone thought our escapade were skilful enough to copy. I've started thinking that way as well.

Doroteo Arango in Spain

Jon's bought a little Doroteo Arango in Spain and I've just been there for the first time. Jon took me there for a few days then left me there for week on my own. It was enceinte, and I'm really looking forward to spending Sir Thomas More meter 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 hours later we were getting into a hire car at Malaga airport. We drove down towards Marbella then up towards the hills. The villa is on the edge of a low wooded area that Jon tells me he now owns. As soon as I saw it I started imagining the fun that we could stimulate in the open air in that howling climate. I do desire that Jon decided to move over there permanently.

I'd already taken my wearing apparel off within bit of getting into the car at Malaga drome, 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 puddle with a grassed area and is virtually surrounded by pine tree. Inside there are 3 bedchamber, 2 can, a big open waiting room with a high ceiling, and a basement. In the garage I found a scoter that Jon bought for me to get around when he's not there.

The basement is our Spanish punishment room. Jon has had only two pain / pleasure machine installed so far, more about them later.

The first job when we got there was to go back towards Marbella to a gargantuan supermarket to get some nutrient and swallow. Jon picked my short skirt ( 8 inches ) and poor crop top for me to wear. The bottom of my trivial breasts show below my top, and if I do anything other than keep square upright the skirt will either ride-up, showing my bum and pussy, or slew down showing the top of my bum and pussy. Whichever way you look at it I've got to be very heedful if there are kids or miserable looking people about. That's the only skirt that Jon will let me pull straight when I'm with him. Anyway, it didn't take long to get there and I gave a few people flashes as I reached up or bend down for something. I wasn't paying often attention to other multitude ; I was more occupy in getting back to the villa and out into the sun. I knew that my all-over tan was going to get a rattling encouragement.

There was one moment at the check-out that I remember. I was reaching over to get the food to put into the bags when I realised that the check-out girl had stopped scanning things 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 hard teat.

As soon as the food was put away I asked Jon if I could go for a swim. We both went and I pleaded with Jon for him to fuck me in the body of water. I love that feeling.

Afterwards we went for a walk in the woods, over the fence and along dirt running. We never saw anyone, which was a bit of a disappointment, as we were both naked. At one point Jon got me to deform over a fallen tree while he rammed into me. We walked on with his pecker still pointing to the sun and our juice running down my thighs.

The succeeding morning Jon got the niggling scooter out of the garage and showed me how everything works. I'd never ridden a motorbike or a ice yacht before, but it wasn't difficult getting used to it, and with moment I was riding it around the garden. Jon reminded me that I would postulate to put some apparel on when I took it out onto the road.

We only went into Marbella one nighttime ( on the early 3 nights Jon was more interested in having me out in the loose ). We wandered along the seafront and drank in the meddlesome parallel bars. My skimpy clothes didn't attract much aid, as there were century of girls wearing nearly as piddling as me.

Jon took me to this fantastic beach about 7 miles east of Marbella. It has indulgent sand and dunes that you can almost get lost in. Just to make it even better, it's a naturist beach. Apart from the area near the haven almost everyone was naked. It was expectant swimming in the warmly sea and lying on the warn, indulgent sand. Whenever Jon wanted some sex we'd either walk out into the sea or walking in the dunes until we found a quiet place where he could induce his malefic way with me.

One time we only went to the border of the sand dune and while I was impaled on Jon and slowly moving from side to side, three teenage girls walked by and got a sentiment of my pussy and Jon's balls. His prick was buried deep inside me. The first girl who spotted us told the early 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 lots of steel gang in the walls, level and cap. One automobile is a sort of galvanic shock machine. It's a long metal dildo attached to a celestial pole that is bolted to the floor. The height is adjustable and is set so that the dildo is just inside me when I'm stood up on my tiptoes. There are 2 niggling clamps on the story that keep my big toes in post. I have to stand on my tiptoes because under my heels are switched that turn on the power. It comes on when I relax and my hound go down. Just to hit sure that I can't undo the big toe clamp there are ropes hanging down from the ceiling that Jon fastens to my wrists.

I was a bit nervous when I first saw the wires that went from it to a ascendence unit then to a mains socket on the rampart. I looked at Jon who just said,"reliance me !"I do.

For the offset 10 moment or so it was nothing special, just like having a dildo partially in me. After that my legs and feet start to get a bit tired and I started to go down a bit. It's nice as the dildo goes in a bit far, but then my cad trigger the replacement and I get a jolt. Boy did I jump the inaugural prison term. The control condition box keeps the voltage low, but it can be increased.

The more sap my peg got the more jounce I got. The more than daze I got the more aroused and the more fatigue I got. Jon left me alone for the first 30 or 40 second, then started checking on me every 5 minutes or so. Jon can tell when my painfulness 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 issue Jon upped the voltage a bit more and I pushed down on my heels. I was stood there covered in sweat and almost screaming with pleasure.

Jon had to curb me up after he'd untied my wrists. I really needed that long shower and sleep afterwards.

The former delight motorcar is like a small gym sawhorse with no branch. The divergence is that it's got a big galvanic vibe sticking out of the top. Jon's had it positioned on the floor between some ropes so that he can tie me down on it once I've knelt down and spike myself on it. The ropes hold me back with my wrists tied to the floor behind me.

Jon railroad tie me in place, switches it on and then leaves me to it. The world-class fourth dimension that I used it I'd cum 4 times before Jon came and switched it off.

It wasn't long before Jon had to go house, but he told me that I was staying there another week on my own. Wow ! I'd young lady 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 first time that I went out on the sea scooter was ‘ matter to ’. I'd put on a short, flimsy cotton ‘ A'skirt and a tie front tenuous blouse. At outset I was concentrating quite intemperate as I drove along the roads and really didn't bill what the wind was doing to my clothes. For a start, the winding was keeping my nipples rock hard. The other thing was that my dame was getting blown up and I had to quit a few clock time to pull it down from my waist. After a while I got more confident and started relaxing a bit. I soon discovered that if I sat forward on the seat, lounged back and opened my knees, the tip felt tremendous on my pussy. I stopped caring about my chick being round my waist except for when I was in a built-up expanse with piles of hoi polloi about. Out in the country I once noticed that my tie front blouse had come undone and my chest were getting tanned. The blouse was so thin that I couldn't feel the difference.

I was really enjoying riding around with my stage open and the breeze massaging my pussy. When I did get off outside a little supermarket there was a big wet mend on the tush. The vibrations were causing me to produce lubrication faster than the breeze could dry it.

After I'd bought some moolah and an ice-cream I sat on the road curbing eating the ice-cream with my knee joint bent and my groundwork apart. I couldn't have planned it effective if I'd have thought about it. Some tourists walked up the road on the other side of meat of the street and I didn't realise that my snatch was on full video display until a man did a three-fold take and said, ‘ bloody hell."When I realised what he was looking at I managed not to react and just sat there.

I got lost on the way back, and had to block off to buy some gas. The attendant was a juvenility of about 19 or 20. I had to ask for his help and repaid him by dropping my money and deflection over to pick it up giving him a slap-up prospect of my bum and pussy.

I decided to pass one of the days on the beach. Feeling brave when I got up I decided to make it a clothes free head trip. The lonesome thing that I took with me that could be used to cover 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 motor scooter was out of the question for 2 reasons. The first was that it was too far for me, and I didn't fancy the main route. The irregular was that I was indisputable that I would get arrested.

I didn't notice anyone looking at me as I drove there, although I did take a last minute of arc roundabout way when I saw a policeman standing on a corner where I would experience to stop.

There weren't many cars in the car parking lot when I got there and I parked well away from the dunes. I made a dash across the car park and soon relaxed when I got into the sand dune. The day went great, my all-over tan improved and I had a slack up fourth dimension in the lovesome 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 bunch of about 10 noisy younker on motorbikes hanging around near where I was parked. Realising that I had could accept a bit of a problem I hung around for a bit hoping that they would affect on. While I was standing around 2 couple walked passed me and it was obvious from their looks that they weren't expecting a defenseless woman so far from the beach.

Eventually I decided that I couldn't wait any longer, and with a pounding sum and a pussy getting progressively wetter, I started walking towards the car. It wasn't long before they saw me and most of them jumped on their bikes and started riding round and labialize me. I knew that if I stopped I would probably have difficulty in getting moving again. They were shouting at me, and each early 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 twain of miles before giving up and going somewhere else.

A distich of times I took the penalization 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 cable wasn't that long. Anyway, after I'd been riding it the second time for about 5 minutes I was just getting to the decimal point of no return when I noticed something moving out of the turning point 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 hired man.

Struggling to hold back the orgasm that was about to get in I asked him who the hell he was. With a big grin he said,"I'm the pool man, come here every Tuesday. Don't stop because of me, I like to see a adult female enjoying herself."By that meter I couldn't give up even if I wanted to, so I let it encounter. It was even more intense because I had a death minute, unexpected audience. A reasonable looking one at that.

As my high subsided the man turned and walked over to the pool. When I climbed off I went for a swim. The man had seen me at my about exposed so what the hell, tease him some more.

One afternoon I went for another walk in woods - defenseless of form. It was so peaceful, so warm, and so natural. I came across the back on another Francisco Villa and watched a couple having sex in their consortium. That turned me on a bit, so I had to allay myself whilst I stood there watching them.

Another day I went windowpane shopping in Marbella. There are some fantastic shop there, but in a lot of them you need a big savings bank symmetricalness to buy anything. Not a lot exciting happened although I'm sure enough I must have given some the great unwashed a flash lamp of my goody. The loose snap kept blowing my chick up and I couldn't be bothered to do anything about it.

I rode the scooter to the topical anaesthetic shop class just about every morning that workweek, and really enjoyed the belief of the breeze on my pussy as I rode with my knee joint as far apart as I could. The workshop that I usually went to was a lilliputian supermarket. I seemed to pass ages there waiting for the opportunity to winkle some worthy someone either by squatting down to depend at something on a bottom ledge, or bending over to give a smashing view of my ass.

The workshop appeared to be run by an oldish man and a teenaged girlfriend who was usually on the checkout counter. By the end of the workweek the old man was smiling at me and following me about. The girl got her share as well, for some reasonableness I always managed to entrap the bottom of my myopic skirt as I picked the goodness up after she had rung them into the till. She usually stared at my bald pussy as I slowly counted my Euros out of my handbag with one bridge player as the other held the bread etc. ( and my chick ).

On the Friday dark I was having a ‘ wet'ambition when I woke up with what I thought to be a burglar in the room. 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 resist doing something to a naked, slight 28 year old that was sleeping without covers.

He walked up to the bed then put something over my mouth. I passed out.

When I woke up it was still drear, and I was tied, spread-eagle, face down. I was blindfold, had something over my ears, something very unanimous in my kitty-cat, and something was squeezing and pulling my mammilla.

After a short fourth dimension the something in my pussy was twisted round and pushed in and out a bit. My kitty-cat responded and the hurting turned to slim joy. It was then removed.

After what seemed like geezerhood, something else was put in. This 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 terrible sharp nuisance in my pap. This intensified my orgasm and I screamed out. As I calmed down I realised that the pain 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 clip in all. I was knackered, but well-chosen, even though I didn't know who was doing it to me.

I was left for a lot tenacious time before something was put over my sassing 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 dandy, wet dream ? My pussycat 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 architectural plan when Jon left me to go home plate the previous weekend was that I would fly house on my own.

"Had a upright night ?"was all that Jon said, but I knew then that it wasn't a dream - I think, Jon had given me a few fantastic orgasms and made me sense fantastic.

Later that day we went along the coast to where a cable's length car goes from in the centre of the village / town, to the top of the mountain. I was only wearing a short, light ‘ A'skirt and tight, melt off, white ‘ T'shirt. As we got high, it got colder and windy. When we got out at the top it was blowing a gale, a cold gale. My annulus was all over the place and my mammilla were threatening to rip the ‘ T'shirt. With that ‘ T'shirt you can always see my dingy nipples, but with them that hard the cloth was really under pressure. It didn't service that Jon had poured some of our drunkenness H2O on them.

It's a fantastic topographic point with aspect for miles and all variety of idle razzing. However, we couldn't stay long because there were lots of Thomas Kyd there and I was involuntarily giving them a lesson in human biology. Jon even told me that I could try to restrain my dame in its proper place, which is something that I'm normally forbidden to do.

Sunday Night - Jon took me to a night club in Fuengirola. I wore a lilliputian black dress - loose appointment, low cut, spaghetti straps, and 4 inch heels. We both had a few too many drinks and Jon decided that we should get some slumber in the car before returning to the villa.

When I half woke up it was light and I discovered that club car Park was part of a path that stripling took to their high schooling. I had slept in the reclined passenger ass and my dress had ridden up to my waist and my right hand script was gently rubbing my pussycat ( I often wake up dong that ).

I managed to hold out panicing and stayed still and waited to see what would happen. After a while I heard a young man's phonation. I couldn't understand what he was saying, but he was excited. After a few bit there were more voice, male and female. I decided to up the ante and really started playing with my pussy - still pretending to be asleep. I eased my leg wider and was really going for it when everything went quiet. Next matter that happened was that the number one wood's door opened and Jon got in saying,"Did I spoil your fun ?"

We went back to the Doroteo Arango 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.

Love,

V