Introduction

Hi, my name is Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound figure with blondish whisker. In 1998 I quit my ho-hum cosmos in a slight town in North Cambria and went to work as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East Midlands of England. It was a courageous determination to make as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advert in a BDSM magazine that someone had left in the hairdressers 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 improbable, but I was so desperate to switch 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 diary of my new aliveness, and he has since created a web website that it is published on.

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

If you care to read my diary you will discover 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 living that just could not be more satisfying or pleasurable. I love my life sentence and all the little adventures that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a little bit of hair that grows on my legs, I have no body hair below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with small ( ish ), pert knocker that have small corona and giant nipple. When they're hard Jon says they're like chapel hat pegs. I have a courteous firm, flat stomach with a pubic bone that does nonplus out a bit. In my pussy lips I have 2 little atomic number 79 rings that Jon put in me. My clit is very spectacular and is usually sticking out between my sass. It's about an inch long with a fiddling round capitulum. Jon sometimes calls it my little dick. I don't own any bandeau, bloomers, trouser, leggings or boxershorts ; and 90 % of my bird and dresses can be described as mini or micro. I used to be a very shy young woman, but I've now gone completely the early way, and get a keen thrill from letting other multitude see my body.

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

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

Both Jon and I have been scouring the internet looking for ideas for little adventure or incidents that we could cook up to have some fun. We've found one or two taradiddle that appear to be slightly rewritten transcript of some of the text in my Journal, and one or two that are very exchangeable to some of the adventures that we've had and that I've written about in my Journal. At first I was a bit stung about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that person thought our adventures were estimable enough to copy. I've started thinking that way as well.

The adventure I'm about to name happened in the summer of 2000 and wasn't really planned. It was just a spontaneous reaction ( by Jon ) to something that happened at the theatre following door.

The detergent builder Next doorway

Although Jon's mansion has an upstairs and a downstairs, the home on either face only have one floor, they're bungalows. Last summer we noticed quite a bit of bodily process, and quite a bit of dissonance, at one of them. Looking down from the penalization room windowpane ( we have a 6 pes high fence ) ; we could see that one of our neighbour was having a conservatory built at the spine of their bungalow. This gave Jon an theme and he went into the back garden and moved the big staging figure so that the bottom was facing where the conservatoire was being built.

The scaffolding flesh is a bit like a big bed, but about 10 feet long, and 6 feet wide. It has 2 padded hybridization penis and some webbing shoulder strap across it. I've spent many a happy minute strapped to it spread-eagle, both facing the ground, and the sky. I've also got a few level of all-over suntan when I've been on it.

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

That was it for that nighttime, but the next evening Jon took a look at the construction employment and told me that the side by side day was going to be ‘ my day ’. He told me that the way PVC conservatory are built meant that the job would probably be finished the next day so we only had one chance.

Just before Jon went to work the next good morning he told me to cover my front line with tan application and to go and nominate myself comfortable on the scaffolding frame. After he finished his breakfast, he came outside and laced my ankles and carpus to the frame. He then pulled a blindfold out of his pocket and put it on me.

There I was, bare, rout, and tied down with the aspect of being like that for the next 8 or 9 hour. It was a typical British summer's day, wet and not very warm. For what seemed like a duad of hours I was quite cold and not very glad. Even the cerebration of what might happen wasn't keeping me warm.

About lunchtime ( my breadbasket was telling me it was lunchtime ) I started to warm up and could hear some noise from succeeding door. My mind started having vision of the prison term that our conservatory was built and I was spread-eagle on the bed with the constructor taking photographs of me ( see my Journal ). That time Jon had some control over the builders, but this metre 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 in from my puss would make it difficult for soul to actually make out me, but not impossible. All they needed was a spanner.

As sentence went on I got warmer and wetter, and not from the pelting. I was having a wet daydreaming remembering some of the exciting times that I've had. All of a sudden I heard a man call,"Fucking hell ! seed and have a expression 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 pussy was starting again.

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

After what seemed the like hours I heard the face gate spread. next I heard feet walking towards me. I knew they were there, but I couldn't see them. I thought I felt something meet my mightily mammilla, but it could have imagined it. Even so, I gasped a lilliputian.

Still there was muteness. I was just starting to think that they'd gone away when I heard a man cough."Hello, is anyone there ?"I said. After about a minute, a young sounding man's vocalisation said,"Are you all right ?"

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

"My Master restrained me here this morning. It's my punishment for not obeying him."I said."Your original ! That means that you're his striver ?"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 well-chosen about that ?"was the reply. I just said,"Yes"and waited.

After a hanker pause a second man's phonation said,"rightfulness then, you won't thinker if we ‘ abuse'you a bit will you ?"With that I felt a rough hand grab my proper knocker and set forth mauling it. Then another deal on my exit titty. My nipples ( which were rock operose ) were being pulled in every direction. It was hurting, but it was nice.

"You shouldn't be doing that,"the first off man's voice said. The second man said,"If you want to miss an chance like this then sodomist of and eat up putting that roof on. I'm going to make a piece of this slut."After a bit more nipple pulling I heard the side gate bang, then I felt a hand on my pussy. As a finger went inside me, the man said,"You're loving this aren't you ?"I was, but I didn't say so.

The script on my pussycat backed off. Then I felt the little hoop in my pussy lips being pulled around. Then my clit was grabbed and pulled. It was pulled so hard that I screamed. Both helping hand went away and I felt the whole scaffolding figure movement.

"What bastard put that fucking pole between your legs ?"he asked. I didn't answer him. After the wholly form moved another couple of metre everything went silence before I heard a zip unfasten. Then I heard what must feature been the man climbing into the frame because the next thing that I knew was that I felt his dick force my mouth open."Suck that bitch"he said. So I did.



He was stood above my heading with his balls bouncing on my side and I couldn't get much of his dick 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 quite a little of it. I had worry swallowing it without choking.

After he shot his lading into my mouth there was a foresightful pause before I felt him climb off the human body."I'm off for a spanner, don't go away."He said laughingly. There was a few sec quiet down and I was thinking,"Oh doodly-squat, Jon's not going to like this,"when I heard Jon say,"Can I help you ?"

"Err um, me and my Paraguay tea are working next door and have just seen your slave, err cleaning lady. I though I'd punter come and see that she was all right."He said."Thank you for your concern, but she's all right, aren't you Vanessa ?"Jon replied. Before I had chance to suffice, 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 affair from the upstairs window and he asked me what the man's jism tasted like."Not as nice as yours Master."I answered. Jon then told me that he'd take care of me in a bit, and leaving the blindfold in berth he disappeared.

About ten minutes later he returned with a wrench and took the extra pate off. I thought that he was going to make out me then, but he didn't, he left me and came back a bit later."Wanted to create for certain we had an audience,"he said as he rammed his cock into me.

I was getting close to cumming, but not close enough, as Jon shot his warhead into me. When he pulled out of me I said,"Master, please pee-pee me cum, I need to cum."Jon ignored me and went inside. I was just coming to the close 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 climax of the day. Then the irregular. Just as the third was starting to construct up, the vibe was removed and Jon took the blindfold off. He untied my articulatio radiocarpea and ankles and told me to go and get a shower. It took age for my eyes to get used to the sunshine, and when I looked over towards where the detergent builder were working, the conservatoire 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 page as and when he's read them, and is felicitous with them.

Love

Vanessa