Introduction

Hi, my figure is Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound figure with blondish hairsbreadth. In 1998 I quit my tire being in a little Town in compass north Wales and went to put to work as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East midland of England. It was a brave determination to progress to as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advertizement in a BDSM cartridge that somebody 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 drab and boring. Even the interview for the job was unconvincing, but I was so dire to interchange my life story 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 daybook of my new animation, and he has since created a web web site that it is published on.

If you care to read my Journal you will discover that my family relationship with Jon is rather different to that of virtually employee and employer, but I have easily come to gain that I have a animation that just could not be more live up to or pleasurable. I love my life and all the slight adventures that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a lilliputian bit of hairsbreadth that grows on my leg, I have no body hair's-breadth below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with humble ( ish ), pert white meat that have small-scale halo and behemoth nipples. When they're voiceless Jon says they're like chapel hat pegs. I have a nice business firm, savourless belly with a pubic bone that does stick out a bit. In my pussy lips I have 2 little gold rings that Jon put in me. My button is very prominent and is usually sticking out between my sassing. It's about an in long with a picayune round read/write head. Jon sometimes calls it my little dick. I don't own any bra, knee breeches, pant, legging or shorts ; and 90 % of my annulus and wearing apparel can be described as miniskirt or micro. I used to be a very shy daughter, but I've now gone completely the early way, and get a cracking thrill from letting former the great unwashed see my body.

I hope that's enough to satisfy the citizenry who asked. If it isn't, perhaps they would like to email 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 interesting experiences that we have had since then.

Both Jon and I have been scouring the Internet looking for ideas for minuscule escapade or incidents that we could manufacture to have some fun. We've found one or two stories that appear to be slightly rewritten copy of some of the text in my Journal, and one or two that are very standardised to some of the risky venture that we've had and that I've written about in my Journal. At low gear I was a bit stung about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that someone thought our escapade were soundly enough to copy. I've started thinking that way as well.

Francisco Villa in Spain

Jon's bought a petty villa in Espana and I've just been there for the first prison term. Jon took me there for a few days then left me there for hebdomad on my own. It was great, and I'm really looking forward to spending More clock time there.

As usual Jon surprised me by coming home plate and telling me to put a few requirement into a bag and us leaving within a few minutes.

A few time of day later we were getting into a hire car at Malaga drome. We drove down towards Marbella then up towards the hills. The villa is on the bound of a small wooded country that Jon tells me he now owns. As soon as I saw it I started imagining the fun that we could have in the afford in that wonderful climate. I do hope that Jon decided to propel over there permanently.

I'd already taken my garb 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 pocket billiards with a stag area and is virtually surrounded by pine Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. Inside there are 3 chamber, 2 lav, a big unfold sofa with a high ceiling, and a cellar. In the service department I found a ice yacht 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 machines installed so far, to a greater extent about them later.

The beginning job when we got there was to go back towards Marbella to a goliath supermarket to get some food and drink. Jon picked my little skirt ( 8 inch ) and unforesightful crop top for me to wear. The bottom of my little bosom show below my top, and if I do anything other than go on straight upright the wench will either ride-up, showing my bum and kitty, or slide down showing the top of my bum and pussy. Whichever way you look at it I've got to be very careful if there are kids or miserable looking people about. That's the lone chick that Jon will let me draw 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 bent down for something. I wasn't paying much care to other people ; I was more interested in getting back to the Pancho Villa and out into the sun. I knew that my all-over tan was going to get a real boost.

There was one mo at the check-out that I remember. I was reaching over to get the food to put into the cup of tea when I realised that the check-out girl had stopped scanning matter 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 nipples.

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 water. I love that feeling.

Afterwards we went for a walking in the wood, over the fencing and along dirt tracks. We never saw anyone, which was a bit of a disappointment, as we were both naked. At one point Jon got me to bend 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 next dawning Jon got the little scooter out of the garage and showed me how everything works. I'd never ridden a motorbike or a iceboat before, but it wasn't unmanageable getting used to it, and with minutes I was riding it around the garden. Jon reminded me that I would need to put some clothes on when I took it out onto the road.

We only went into Marbella one dark ( 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 busy saloon. My lean clothes didn't attract much attending, as there were one C of little girl wearing nearly as little as me.

Jon took me to this fantastic beach about 7 air mile east of Marbella. It has mild sand and sand dune that you can almost get lost in. Just to induce it even better, it's a naturist beach. Apart from the arena near the harbour almost everyone was naked. It was great swim in the warm sea and lying on the warn, soft sand. Whenever Jon wanted some sex we'd either take the air out into the sea or walk in the dunes until we found a quiet place where he could have his evilness way with me.

One time we only went to the edge of the dunes and while I was impaled on Jon and slowly moving from slope to side, three teenage girls walked by and got a panorama of my pussy and Jon's ballock. His hawkshaw was buried rich inside me. The low girl who spotted us told the other 2 and they stared for a while before walking off giggling.

penalization elbow room - as I said, only two car in there so far, but there are great deal of steel rings in the walls, flooring and ceiling. One machine is a sort of electric electrical shock machine. It's a recollective metal dildo attached to a rod that is bolted to the floor. The tallness 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 clamps on the floor that proceed my big toes in situation. I have to stand on my tiptoes because under my hound are switched that turn on the power. It comes on when I relax and my heels go down. Just to gain sure that I can't undo the big toe clamps there are ropes hanging down from the cap that Jon fastens to my wrists.

I was a bit unquiet when I first saw the wire that went from it to a ascendance whole then to a mains socket on the wall. I looked at Jon who just said,"cartel me !"I do.

For the first 10 minutes or so it was nothing special, just like having a dildo partially in me. After that my pegleg and infantry start to get a bit threadbare and I started to go down a bit. It's nice as the dildo goes in a bit advance, but then my hound trigger the switching and I get a saccade. Boy did I stick out the first gear prison term. The control box keeps the emf low, but it can be increased.

The more tired my legs got the more shock absorber I got. The more shocks I got the more excited and the more pall I got. Jon left me alone for the first 30 or 40 bit, then started checking on me every 5 minutes or so. Jon can enjoin when my pain turns to pleasure and when he realised that I was getting close to cumming he turned up the voltage a bit. Just at the full stop of no comeback Jon upped the potential difference a bit more and I pushed down on my bounder. I was stood there covered in sweat and almost screaming with pleasure.

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

The other pleasure machine is like a humble gym sawhorse with no legs. The difference of opinion is that it's got a big electric vibe sticking out of the top. Jon's had it positioned on the flooring between some circle so that he can tie me down on it once I've knelt down and impaled myself on it. The ropes hold me back with my carpus tied to the floor behind me.

Jon ties me in place, switches it on and then leaves me to it. The first off time 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 home, but he told me that I was staying there another week on my own. Wow ! I'd Miss Jon, but I knew that I could get some fun.

After I'd dropped Jon off at the airport 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 water scooter was ‘ interesting ’. I'd put on a short, thin cotton plant ‘ A'skirt and a tie front thin blouse. At first I was concentrating quite firmly as I drove along the roads and really didn't observation what the wind was doing to my clothes. For a scratch line, the winding was keeping my nipple rock hard. The other thing was that my wench was getting blown up and I had to stop a few metre 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 keister, lounged back and opened my knee joint, the wind felt wonderful on my pussycat. I stopped caring about my wench being round my waist except for when I was in a built-up area with lots of the great unwashed about. Out in the state I once noticed that my tie battlefront 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 pushover massaging my kitty-cat. When I did get off outside a little supermarket there was a big wet maculation on the seat. The vibrations were causing me to produce lubrication faster than the breeze could dry it.

After I'd bought some lolly and an ice-cream I sat on the road curb eating the ice-cream with my knee joint bent and my foot apart. I couldn't have planned it better if I'd have thought about it. Some holidaymaker walked up the route on the early side of the street and I didn't realise that my puss was on full display until a man did a double 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 lay off to buy some gasolene. The attendant was a youth of about 19 or 20. I had to ask for his service and repaid him by dropping my money and deflection over to pick it up giving him a peachy view of my bum and slit.

I decided to spend one of the days on the beach. Feeling brave when I got up I decided to cook it a clothes loose tripper. The only matter 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 scooter was out of the question for 2 reasons. The start was that it was too far for me, and I didn't fancy the independent road. The moment was that I was certainly that I would get arrested.

I didn't notice anyone looking at me as I drove there, although I did contain a finis minute roundabout way when I saw a police officer standing on a corner where I would have to stop.

There weren't many railcar in the car park when I got there and I parked well away from the dunes. I made a dash across the car commons and soon relaxed when I got into the sand dune. The day went great, my all-over tan improved and I had a relaxing clock time 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 railroad car, and a gang of about 10 noisy youthfulness on motorbikes hanging around near where I was parked. Realising that I had could stimulate a bit of a trouble I hung around for a bit hoping that they would move on. While I was standing around 2 distich walked passed me and it was obvious from their looking at that they weren't expecting a naked woman so far from the beach.

Eventually I decided that I couldn't wait any farsighted, and with a pounding essence and a purulent getting progressively bedwetter, I started walking towards the car. It wasn't long before they saw me and about of them jumped on their bikes and started riding round and attack me. I knew that if I stopped I would probably bear difficulty in getting moving again. They were shouting at me, and each other but I hadn't a cue 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 international nautical mile before giving up and going somewhere else.

A couple of meter I took the penalization automobile 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 sec time for about 5 bit I was just getting to the gunpoint of no retort when I noticed something moving out of the corner of my eye. I turned to see what it was and was shocked to see that it was a young man with a bucketful in his hand.

Struggling to nurse back the orgasm that was about to come I asked him who the sin he was. With a big smiling he said,"I'm the consortium man, come here every Tuesday. Don't check because of me, I like to see a woman enjoying herself."By that time I couldn't blockade even if I wanted to, so I let it befall. It was even more intense because I had a shoemaker's last minute, unexpected audience. 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 woods - naked of form. It was so peaceful, so warm, and so natural. I came across the binding on another Doroteo Arango and watched a couple having sex in their pond. That turned me on a bit, so I had to relieve myself whilst I stood there watching them.

Another day I went windowpane shopping in Marbella. There are some howling shops there, but in a lot of them you need a big camber Libra the Balance to buy anything. Not a lot exciting happened although I'm sure I must have given some hoi polloi a photoflash of my goodies. The light pushover kept blowing my chick up and I couldn't be bothered to do anything about it.

I rode the scoter to the topical anesthetic shops just about every morning that workweek, and really enjoyed the look of the breeze on my pussy as I rode with my knee joint as far apart as I could. The shop that I usually went to was a fiddling supermarket. I seemed to spend ages there waiting for the chance to flash some suited person either by squatting down to look at something on a rear end shelf, or bending over to give a great view of my ass.

The shop appeared to be run by an oldish man and a teenaged young woman who was usually on the checkout. By the end of the week the old man was smiling at me and following me about. The girl got her share as well, for some reason I always managed to trap the bottom of my unforesightful skirt as I picked the goodness up after she had rung them into the till. She usually stared at my bald-headed puss as I slowly counted my Euros out of my purse with one helping hand as the other held the lucre etc. ( and my skirt ).

On the Fri night I was having a ‘ wet'aspiration when I woke up with what I thought to be a burglar in the room. I lay there frightened but quieten, hoping that whoever it was wouldn't realise that I was there. A bit silly really as what burglar could protest doing something to a naked, melt off 28 year old that was sleeping without covers.

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

When I woke up it was still dark, and I was tied, rout, face down. I was blindfold, had something over my pinna, something very solid in my kitty-cat, and something was squeezing and pulling my nipple.

After a short time the something in my twat was twisted unit of ammunition and pushed in and out a bit. My cunt responded and the pain turned to rebuff delight. It was then removed.

After what seemed the likes of ages, 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 fearsome sharp-worded painfulness in my teat. This deepen my orgasm and I screamed out. As I calmed down I realised that the annoyance in my nipples was electricity.

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

I was left for a lot longer time before something was put over my back talk and I passed out again.

When I woke up again I was back on bed and it was getting light. Had I dreamed it all ? Had I had a great, wet aspiration ? My pussy was certainly wet and sore, so were my Jap. I got up and went and had a rain 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 late weekend was that I would fly home on my own.

"Had a good 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 sexual climax and made me feel fantastic.

Later that day we went along the coast to where a cable television car goes from in the middle of the village / townspeople, to the top of the mountain. I was only wearing a short, light ‘ A'bird and taut, slenderize, white ‘ T'shirt. As we got higher, 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 teat were threatening to rip the ‘ T'shirt. With that ‘ T'shirt you can always see my dark nipples, but with them that hard the fabric was really under pressing. It didn't assistance that Jon had poured some of our drunkenness water on them.

It's a rattling topographic point with sight for miles and all variety of baseless birds. However, we couldn't stay long because there were lots of Kyd there and I was involuntarily giving them a lesson in human biology. Jon even told me that I could try to hold my wench in its right place, which is something that I'm normally forbidden to do.

Dominicus night - Jon took me to a nightclub in Fuengirola. I wore a minuscule Shirley Temple Black apparel - loose fitting, low cut, spaghetti straps, and 4 in heels. We both had a few too many potable and Jon decided that we should get some eternal sleep in the car before returning to the villa.

When I half woke up it was light and I discovered that lodge car park was part of a route that teenagers took to their high school. I had slept in the reclined passenger prat and my dress had ridden up to my shank and my right-hand hand was gently rubbing my slit ( I often wake up dong that ).

I managed to resist panicing and stayed still and waited to see what would bechance. After a spell I heard a young man's voice. I couldn't understand what he was saying, but he was excited. After a few seconds there were more vocalisation, male and female. I decided to up the ante and really started playing with my pussy - still pretending to be asleep. I eased my legs wider and was really going for it when everything went quiet. future thing that happened was that the driver's door opened and Jon got in saying,"Did I spoil your fun ?"

We went back to the Pancho 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 more ‘ fun'out there.

honey,

V