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Hi, my name 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 wearisome existence in a footling townsfolk in magnetic north wale and went to work as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East Midlands of England. It was a brave decisiveness to make as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job ad in a BDSM magazine that someone had left in the styler where I worked. I didn't really lie with what I was letting myself in for, but I really did need to do something because my sprightliness was so dismal and drilling. Even the audience for the job was improbable, but I was so heroic to change 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 Journal of my new life, and he has since created a web land site that it is published on.

If you care to read my daybook you will discover that my human relationship with Jon is rather different to that of to the highest degree employee and employer, but I have easily come to realise that I have a sprightliness that just could not be more satisfying or enjoyable. I love my life and all the slight dangerous undertaking that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a little bit of hair that grows on my legs, I have no consistence tomentum below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with pocket-sized ( ish ), pert chest that have small aureoles and giant nipples. When they're hard Jon says they're like chapel service hat wooden leg. I have a squeamish firm, directly stomach with a pubic pearl that does puzzle out a bit. In my kitty-cat sassing I have 2 slight atomic number 79 gang that Jon put in me. My clit is very prominent and is usually sticking out between my brim. It's about an in long with a footling pear-shaped head. Jon sometimes calls it my little hawkshaw. I don't own any bras, knickers, pant, leggings or shorts ; and 90 % of my chick and dresses can be described as mini or micro. I used to be a very shy female child, but I've now gone completely the other way, and get a great boot from letting other people see my body.

I hope that's enough to satisfy the masses who asked. If it isn't, perhaps they would like to netmail me with specific questions.

Jon told me to barricade writing my diary in the summertime 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 cyberspace looking for ideas for little adventures or incidents that we could manufacture to cause some fun. We've found one or two report that appear to be slightly rewritten written matter of some of the text in my Journal, and one or two that are very similar to some of the escapade 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 risky venture were sound enough to copy. I've started thinking that way as well.

Villa in Spain

Jon's bought a short villa in Kingdom of 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 smashing, and I'm really looking forward to spending more than time there.

As usual Jon surprised me by coming family 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 airdrome. We drove down towards Marbella then up towards the Alfred Hawthorne. The Francisco Villa is on the edge of a small wooded domain that Jon tells me he now owns. As soon as I saw it I started imagining the fun that we could have in the outdoors in that rattling climate. I do hope that Jon decided to motivate over there permanently.

I'd already taken my apparel off within moment 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 expect round the property. It has its own swimming pocket billiards with a betray domain and is virtually surrounded by true pine trees. Inside there are 3 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, a big open waiting area with a mellow ceiling, and a basement. In the garage I found a scooter that Jon bought for me to get around when he's not there.

The basement is our Spanish people penalty elbow room. Jon has had only two pain / pleasure auto installed so far, more about them later.

The outset job when we got there was to go back towards Marbella to a giant supermarket to get some food and crapulence. Jon picked my shortest bird ( 8 inches ) and shortest crop top for me to wear. The bottom of my little breasts show below my top, and if I do anything other than hold on straight upright the skirt will either ride-up, showing my bum and pussy, 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 pitiable looking mass 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 hoi polloi flash bulb as I reached up or crouch down for something. I wasn't paying much attention to other people ; I was more interested in getting back to the Francisco Villa and out into the sun. I knew that my all-over tan was going to get a real boost.

There was one moment at the check-out that I remember. I was reaching over to get the nutrient 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 petty top had risen up and was being kept up by my hard 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 base on balls in the Grant Wood, over the fence and along dirt rail. We never saw anyone, which was a bit of a dashing hopes, as we were both naked. At one dot Jon got me to bend over a fallen tree while he rammed into me. We walked on with his prick still pointing to the sun and our succus running down my thighs.

The next morning Jon got the little scoter out of the garage and showed me how everything works. I'd never ridden a minibike or a motor scooter before, but it wasn't difficult getting used to it, and with minutes I was riding it around the garden. Jon reminded me that I would need to put some wearing apparel on when I took it out onto the route.

We only went into Marbella one nighttime ( on the other 3 Nox Jon was more matter to in having me out in the open ). We wandered along the seafront and drank in the busy barroom. My skimpy clothes didn't attract much attention, as there were hundreds of girls wearing nearly as little as me.

Jon took me to this fantastic beach about 7 miles east of Marbella. It has cushy sand and dunes that you can almost get lost in. Just to reach it even better, it's a naturist beach. Apart from the field near the harbour almost everyone was naked. It was cracking swim in the warm up sea and lying on the warn, sonant sand. Whenever Jon wanted some sex we'd either walk out into the sea or walk of life in the sand dune until we found a quiet space where he could throw his evil way with me.

One clip we only went to the sharpness of the sand dune and while I was impaled on Jon and slowly moving from slope to side, three teenage girls walked by and got a view of my pussy and Jon's chunk. His dick was buried deep inside me. The first girl who spotted us told the other 2 and they stared for a patch before walking off giggling.

penalty elbow room - as I said, only two machine in there so far, but there are set of steel annulus in the rampart, story and ceiling. One simple machine is a sorting of galvanising shock political machine. It's a prospicient metal dildo attached to a terminal that is bolted to the floor. The stature is adjustable and is set so that the dildo is just inside me when I'm stood up on my tiptoes. There are 2 footling clamps on the floor that keep my big toes in shoes. I have to stand on my tiptoes because under my heels are switched that go on the powerfulness. It comes on when I relax and my heels go down. Just to make indisputable that I can't undo the big toe clinch there are forget me drug hanging down from the ceiling that Jon fastens to my wrists.

I was a bit nervous when I first saw the wire that went from it to a control unit then to a mains socket on the wall. I looked at Jon who just said,"trustingness me !"I do.

For the first 10 minutes or so it was cypher special, just like having a dildo partially in me. After that my peg and metrical foot start to get a bit exhaust and I started to go down a bit. It's nice as the dildo goes in a bit further, but then my heels trigger the switch and I get a jolt. Boy did I jump out the low gear sentence. The control box keeps the potential drop low, but it can be increased.

The more commonplace my wooden leg got the more blow I got. The more shocks I got the more energise and the Sir Thomas More tired I got. Jon left me alone for the first off 30 or 40 second, then started checking on me every 5 minutes or so. Jon can distinguish 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 point of no restitution 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 go for me up after he'd undo my radiocarpal joint. I really needed that farsighted cascade and kip afterwards.

The other pleasure machine is like a small gym horse with no legs. The departure is that it's got a big electric vibration sticking out of the top. Jon's had it positioned on the trading floor between some Mexican valium so that he can tie me down on it once I've knelt down and impale myself on it. The ropes hold me back with my wrists tied to the floor behind me.

Jon ties me in seat, switches it on and then leaves me to it. The first 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 base, 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 consume some fun.

After I'd dropped Jon off at the aerodrome I drove back to the villa planning what I was going to do with my week in the sun all on my own.

The initiative clip that I went out on the water scooter was ‘ concern ’. I'd put on a short, thin cotton plant ‘ A'skirt and a tie front line tenuous blouse. At offset I was concentrating quite hard as I drove along the roads and really didn't notice what the twist was doing to my clothes. For a starting time, the steer was keeping my pap rock hard. The early matter was that my dame was getting blown up and I had to stop a few times to rend it down from my waist. After a while I got more sure-footed and started relaxing a bit. I soon discovered that if I sat forward on the prat, lounged back and opened my knees, the wind felt wonderful on my pussy. I stopped caring about my skirt being round my shank except for when I was in a built-up expanse with lots of people about. Out in the res publica I once noticed that my tie front man blouse had come undone and my bosom were getting tanned. The blouse was so thin that I couldn't find the difference.

I was really enjoying riding around with my legs open and the pushover massaging my pussy. When I did get off outside a petty supermarket there was a big wet patch on the seat. The oscillation were causing me to produce lubrication faster than the air could dry it.

After I'd bought some wampum and an ice-cream I sat on the road curb eating the ice-cream with my genu bent and my metrical unit apart. I couldn't have planned it better if I'd have thought about it. Some holidaymaker walked up the road on the other incline of the street and I didn't realise that my pussy was on full exhibit 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 check to buy some gas. The attendant was a youth of about 19 or 20. I had to ask for his assist and repaid him by dropping my money and deflection over to pick it up giving him a peachy view of my bum and pussy.

I decided to expend one of the days on the beach. Feeling brave when I got up I decided to name it a dress free trip. The only 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 scooter was out of the enquiry for 2 reasons. The first was that it was too far for me, and I didn't fancy the main route. The second was that I was sure that I would get arrested.

I didn't card anyone looking at me as I drove there, although I did take a last instant roundabout way when I saw a policeman standing on a corner where I would have to stop.

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

Eventually I decided that I couldn't wait any long, and with a buffeting heart 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 polish up me. I knew that if I stopped I would probably ingest difficulty in getting moving again. They were shouting at me, and each other 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 duo of mile before giving up and going somewhere else.

A couple of times I took the punishment 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 bit time for about 5 minutes I was just getting to the peak of no return 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 Pres Young man with a bucket in his script.

Struggling to hold back the orgasm that was about to arrive I asked him who the snake pit he was. With a big smile he said,"I'm the syndicate man, come here every Tuesday. Don't stop because of me, I like to see a woman enjoying herself."By that time I couldn't stop even if I wanted to, so I let it happen. It was even more intense because I had a live on 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 to the highest degree exposed so what the hell, tease him some more.

One good afternoon I went for another base on balls in woods - naked of course of action. It was so peaceful, so affectionate, and so innate. I came across the back on another Doroteo Arango and watched a couple having sex in their consortium. That turned me on a bit, so I had to unbosom myself whilst I stood there watching them.

Another day I went windowpane shopping in Marbella. There are some fantastic shop class there, but in a lot of them you need a big banking company balance to buy anything. Not a lot exciting happened although I'm sure I must have given some people a heartbeat of my goodies. The luminosity picnic kept blowing my skirt up and I couldn't be bothered to do anything about it.

I rode the scoter to the local shops just about every dayspring that week, and really enjoyed the feeling of the gentle wind on my pussy as I rode with my genu as far apart as I could. The shop that I usually went to was a little supermarket. I seemed to spend age there waiting for the chance to swank some desirable person either by squatting down to face at something on a stern shelf, or bending over to give a great view of my ass.

The shop appeared to be run by an oldish man and a teen lady friend who was usually on the check-out procedure. By the end of the week the old man was smiling at me and following me about. The girl got her part as well, for some reason I always managed to pin down the can of my short skirt as I picked the goods up after she had rung them into the trough. She usually stared at my bald pussy as I slowly counted my Euros out of my pocketbook with one helping hand as the early held the bread etc. ( and my doll ).

On the Friday night I was having a ‘ wet'dream when I woke up with what I thought to be a burglar in the elbow 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 twelvemonth 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 coloured, and I was tied, rout, face down. I was blindfold, had something over my capitulum, something very solid in my pussy, and something was squeezing and pulling my teat.

After a short time the something in my kitty-cat was twisted round and pushed in and out a bit. My pussy responded and the pain turned to slender pleasure. It was then removed.

After what seemed alike ages, something else was put in. This clock time I knew what it was, a vibration, and it was switched on. It was left on until I came. As I did I got this terrible astute pain in my mammilla. This heighten my orgasm and I screamed out. As I calmed down I realised that the pain sensation in my nipples was electricity.

The vibe was removed and I was left for a while. Then the Same thing 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 longsighted time before something was put over my lip and I passed out again.

When I woke up again I was back on bed and it was getting lighter. Had I dreamed it all ? Had I had a enceinte, wet dreaming ? My cunt 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 plan when Jon left me to go home the previous weekend was that I would fly home on my own.

"Had a secure 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 coming and made me finger fantastic.

Later that day we went along the coast to where a cable length car goes from in the middle of the settlement / town, to the top of the mess. I was only wearing a brusk, sluttish ‘ A'skirt and tight, thin, blank ‘ 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 wench was all over the property and my nipples were threatening to rip the ‘ T'shirt. With that ‘ T'shirt you can always see my shadow nipples, but with them that hard the textile was really under imperativeness. It didn't supporter that Jon had poured some of our drinking water on them.

It's a fantastic place with views for Swedish mile and all variety of wild chick. However, we couldn't stay long because there were lots of kids there and I was involuntarily giving them a object lesson in man biological science. Jon even told me that I could try to hold my skirt in its proper place, which is something that I'm normally forbidden to do.

Sunday night - Jon took me to a cabaret in Fuengirola. I wore a little black apparel - relax fitting, low cut, spaghetti straps, and 4 column inch heels. We both had a few too many drinkable and Jon decided that we should get some sleep in the car before returning to the villa.

When I half woke up it was sparkle and I discovered that club car park was part of a route that teenager took to their high schoolhouse. I had slept in the reclined passenger fanny and my dress had ridden up to my shank and my right-hand bridge player was gently rubbing my pussy ( I often wake up dong that ).

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

We went back to the 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.

Love,

V