debut

Hi, my public figure is genus Vanessa. I was born in Dec 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound pattern with blondish hair. In 1998 I quit my bore existence in a little town in North Wales and went to forge as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East Midland of England. It was a brave conclusion to produce as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advert in a BDSM magazine that someone had left in the hairdresser where I worked. I didn't really know what I was letting myself in for, but I really did necessitate to do something because my life was so drab and drilling. Even the interview for the job was unbelievable, but I was so despairing to change my animation 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, and he has since created a web web site that it is published on.

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

If you care to translate my Journal you will discover that my kinship with Jon is rather different to that of almost employee and employer, but I have easily come to realise that I have a life sentence that just could not be more satisfying or pleasurable. I love my life and all the short adventures that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a trivial bit of fuzz that grows on my legs, I have no body pilus below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with minor ( ish ), saucy breasts that have small glory and giant nipples. When they're punishing Jon says they're like chapel hat pegs. I have a nice firm, flat stomach with a pubic bone that does flummox out a bit. In my puss sassing I have 2 little gold rings that Jon put in me. My button is very salient and is usually sticking out between my lip. It's about an in long with a little brush up head. Jon sometimes calls it my little dick. I don't own any bras, bloomers, trousers, leggings or boxers ; and 90 % of my dame and dresses can be described as mini or micro. I used to be a very shy girl, but I've now gone completely the former way, and get a not bad 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 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 worry experiences that we have had since then.

Both Jon and I have been scouring the net looking for ideas for lilliputian risky venture or incidents that we could manufacture to sustain some fun. We've found one or two narration that appear to be slightly rewritten written matter of some of the text in my diary, 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 gear I was a bit annoyed about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that someone thought our escapade were good enough to re-create. I've started thinking that way as well.

The adventure I'm about to describe happened in the summer of 2000 and wasn't really planned. It was just a ad-lib reaction ( by Jon ) to something that happened at the house next door.

The Builders Next threshold

Although Jon's house has an upstairs and a downstairs, the houses on either side of meat only have one storey, they're bungalows. Last summer we noticed quite a bit of bodily process, and quite a bit of noise, at one of them. Looking down from the penalty room window ( we have a 6 feet senior high fence ) ; we could see that one of our neighbour was having a indoor garden built at the back of their bungalow. This gave Jon an approximation and he went into the back garden and moved the big scaffolding frame so that the bottom was facing where the indoor garden was being built.

The staging chassis is a bit like a big bed, but about 10 feet long, and 6 base spacious. It has 2 padded crossbreeding members and some webbing strap across it. I've spent many a happy hour strapped to it spread-eagle, both facing the soil, and the sky. I've also got a few stratum of all-over burn when I've been on it.

Anyway, Jon got a few trim composition of scaffold and made a slight adjustment to it. He left it so that there was a vertical bar about 6 inches from where my twat is when I'm restrained on it.

That was it for that dark, but the next evening Jon took a look at the building work and told me that the succeeding 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 solve the next morning he told me to pass over my front with suntan lotion and to go and make myself easy on the scaffolding frame of reference. After he finished his breakfast, he came outside and attach my ankles and carpus to the soma. He then pulled a blindfold out of his air hole and put it on me.

There I was, nude, spread-eagle, and tied down with the prognosis of being like that for the following 8 or 9 hr. It was a typical British summer's day, wet and not very warm. For what seemed like a couple of hours I was quite cold and not very well-chosen. Even the thought of what might occur wasn't keeping me warm.

About lunchtime ( my stomach was telling me it was lunchtime ) I started to warm up and could pick up some noise from next door. My mind started having visions of the clip that our conservatory was built and I was spread-eagle on the bed with the builders taking exposure of me ( see my Journal ). That time Jon had some control over the constructor, 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 while of scaffolding that Jon had fixed about 6 column inch from my cunt would make it difficult for somebody to actually fuck me, but not impossible. All they needed was a spanner.

As time went on I got warmer and wetter, and not from the rain. I was having a wet reverie remembering some of the exciting times that I've had. All of a sudden I heard a man shout,"shtup sin ! seminal fluid and have a aspect 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 depressed stomach and pussy was starting again.

I could hear them talking, but couldn't make out the words. After a while everything went quiet. Were they coming round, had the gone for their tiffin, or what ? The expectation and not knowing was getting me even more delirious. I could feel my kitty-cat juices trickling down between my backside cheeks.

After what seemed alike time of day I heard the side gate open. adjacent I heard pes walking towards me. I knew they were there, but I couldn't see them. I thought I felt something equal my ripe nipple, but it could possess imagined it. Even so, I gasped a little.

Still there was silence. I was just starting to suppose that they'd gone away when I heard a man cough."hi, is anyone there ?"I said. After about a minute, a Loretta Young sounding man's interpreter said,"Are you all right ?"

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

"My master copy restrained me here this morning. It's my punishment for not obeying him."I said."Your maestro ! 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 answer. I just said,"Yes"and waited.

After a long pause a s man's vox said,"right then, you won't psyche if we ‘ abuse'you a bit will you ?"With that I felt a rough hand snatch my justly breast and start mauling it. Then another manus on my allow for breast. My mamilla ( 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 gear man's vocalization said. The second man said,"If you want to miss an opportunity like this then sodomist of and finish putting that ceiling on. I'm going to have a while of this slut."After a bit more nipple pulling I heard the English logic gate bang, then I felt a mitt on my kitty. As a finger's breadth 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 kitty-cat backed off. Then I felt the piffling ringing in my pussy lips 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 whole scaffolding skeletal system motion.

"What bastard put that fucking pole between your legs ?"he asked. I didn't answer him. After the totally frame moved another couple of metre everything went tranquilize before I heard a zip unfasten. Then I heard what must cause been the man climbing into the bod because the succeeding matter that I knew was that I felt his dick force-out my mouth open."Suck that kick"he said. So I did.



He was stood above my head with his balls bouncing on my face and I couldn't get much of his hawkshaw in my oral cavity, but it didn't long for him to cum. His jism didn't taste as nice as Jon's, but there was lots of it. I had bother swallowing it without choking.

After he shot his loading into my mouth there was a tenacious interruption 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 irregular quiet and I was thinking,"Oh shit, Jon's not going to like this,"when I heard Jon say,"Can I serve you ?"

"Err um, me and my partner are working next door and sustain just seen your hard worker, err cleaning woman. I though I'd right come and see that she was all right."He said."Thank you for your concern, but she's all rightfulness, aren't you Vanessa ?"Jon replied. Before I had hazard to reply, the man said,"rightfulness 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 windowpane and he asked me what the man's jism tasted like."Not as prissy as yours Master."I answered. Jon then told me that he'd necessitate tending of me in a min, and leaving the blindfold in station he disappeared.

About ten minutes later he returned with a spanner and took the extra crown off. I thought that he was going to jazz me then, but he didn't, he left me and came back a bit later."Wanted to do sure we had an audience,"he said as he rammed his peter 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,"passkey, please shit me cum, I need to cum."Jon ignored me and went inside. I was just coming to the finis 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 first orgasm of the day. Then the second. Just as the third gear was starting to build up, the vibration was removed and Jon took the blindfold off. He untied my wrist and ankles and told me to go and get a shower. It took ages for my eyes to get used to the sun, and when I looked over towards where the detergent builder were working, the indoor garden cap looked as though it was finished, and I couldn't see anyone.

When I got upstairs I looked out of the social movement window and saw the builder's van ride 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 understand them, and is felicitous with them.

Love

genus Vanessa