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Hi, my name is Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound physique with blondish hair's-breadth. In 1998 I quit my boring creation in a little town in Second Earl of Guilford wale and went to mold as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East Midland of England. It was a gay decision to make as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advert in a BDSM magazine that someone had left in the stylist where I worked. I didn't really know what I was letting myself in for, but I really did want to do something because my life was so drab and boring. Even the interview for the job was unbelievable, but I was so desperate to exchange my biography 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 indite a journal of my new life, and he has since created a web internet site that it is published on.

If you care to record my Journal you will discover that my relationship with Jon is rather unlike to that of most employee and employer, but I have easily come to realise that I have a life that just could not be more satisfying or pleasurable. I love my life and all the little adventure that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a little bit of hair that grows on my legs, I have no body haircloth below my cervix. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with small ( ish ), pert breasts that have small aureole and gargantuan nipples. When they're hard Jon says they're like chapel hat pin. I have a prissy firm, flat stomach with a pubic bone that does stick out a bit. In my purulent back talk I have 2 minuscule atomic number 79 rings that Jon put in me. My clit is very prominent and is usually sticking out between my mouth. It's about an inch long with a little round of golf head. Jon sometimes calls it my minuscule dick. I don't own any bras, drawers, pant, legging or boxershorts ; and 90 % of my skirts and wearing apparel can be described as miniskirt or micro. I used to be a very shy little girl, but I've now gone completely the former way, and get a heavy thrill from letting former people see my body.

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

Jon told me to block up writing my Journal 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 internet looking for thought for little risky venture or incidents that we could cook up to have some fun. We've found one or two narration that appear to be slightly rewritten copies of some of the textual matter in my journal, 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 nettled about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that someone thought our dangerous undertaking were good enough to imitate. I've started thinking that way as well.

Villa in Spain

Jon's bought a little villa in Spain and I've just been there for the number one time. Jon took me there for a few days then left me there for calendar week on my own. It was great, and I'm really looking forward to spending more time there.

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

A few hours 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 border of a small wooded field that Jon tells me he now owns. As soon as I saw it I started imagining the fun that we could induce in the undefended in that wonderful mood. I do hope that Jon decided to move over there permanently.

I'd already taken my dress off within mo 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 seat. It has its own swim syndicate with a stag expanse and is virtually surrounded by pine tree tree diagram. Inside there are 3 sleeping room, 2 bathrooms, a big open lounge with a heights roof, and a basement. In the service department I found a scooter that Jon bought for me to get around when he's not there.

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

The first of all job when we got there was to go back towards Marbella to a giant supermarket to get some food and drink. Jon picked my little dame ( 8 inches ) and shortest craw top for me to wear. The bottom of my little breasts show below my top, and if I do anything other than keep straightaway upright the skirt will either ride-up, showing my bum and pussy, or slip down showing the top of my bum and pussy. Whichever way you look at it I've got to be very thrifty if there are tike or miserable looking multitude about. That's the only doll 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 multitude newsflash as I reached up or stoop down for something. I wasn't paying lots attending to other people ; I was more matter to in getting back to the villa and out into the sun. I knew that my all-over tan was going to get a really boost.

There was one moment at the check-out that I remember. I was reaching over to get the food to put into the grip 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 footling 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 walking in the woods, over the fencing and along dirt racetrack. 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 dick still pointing to the sun and our succus running down my thighs.

The next dawn Jon got the petty scooter out of the garage and showed me how everything works. I'd never ridden a motorbike or a 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 clothes on when I took it out onto the route.

We only went into Marbella one night ( on the former 3 Night Jon was more interested in having me out in the open ). We wandered along the seafront and drank in the busybodied bars. My skimpy clothes didn't attract very much care, as there were hundreds of girls wearing nearly as little as me.

Jon took me to this grand beach about 7 mi east of Marbella. It has soft backbone and sand dune that you can almost get lost in. Just to micturate it even better, it's a naturist beach. Apart from the region near the harbour almost everyone was naked. It was nifty swimming in the warm sea and lying on the warn, mild backbone. Whenever Jon wanted some sex we'd either walk out into the sea or walk in the dunes until we found a quiet shoes where he could have his evil way with me.

One clip we only went to the edge of the sand dune and while I was impaled on Jon and slowly moving from incline to side, three teenage fille walked by and got a prospect of my kitty-cat and Jon's balls. His tool was buried inscrutable inside me. The showtime fille who spotted us told the other 2 and they stared for a spell before walking off giggling.

Punishment way - as I said, only two machines in there so far, but there are passel of sword annulus in the walls, floor and ceiling. One machine is a form of electric automobile shock machine. It's a foresighted metal dildo attached to a rod 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 little clinch on the storey that save my big toes in place. I have to support on my tiptoes because under my heels are switched that routine on the power. It comes on when I relax and my blackguard go down. Just to make surely that I can't undo the big toe clamps there are roofy hanging down from the ceiling that Jon fastens to my wrists.

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

For the first 10 minutes or so it was zip particular, just like having a dildo partially in me. After that my wooden leg and substructure start to get a bit hackneyed and I started to go down a bit. It's nice as the dildo goes in a bit further, but then my blackguard trigger the switch and I get a jolt. Boy did I jump the first time. The control box keeps the voltage low, but it can be increased.

The more tired my legs got the more shock absorber I got. The more impact I got the more energise and the More play out I got. Jon left me alone for the first 30 or 40 minutes, then started checking on me every 5 bit or so. Jon can tell when my pain turns to pleasure and when he realised that I was getting close to cumming he turned up the potential drop a bit. Just at the full point of no counter 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 hold me up after he'd untied my articulatio radiocarpea. I really needed that long cascade and kip afterwards.

The other joy machine is like a pocket-sized gym sawbuck with no ramification. The difference is that it's got a big electric vibe sticking out of the top. Jon's had it positioned on the floor between some roofy 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 wrist joint tied to the level behind me.

Jon tie-up me in place, switches it on and then leaves me to it. The first time that I used it I'd cum 4 fourth dimension 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 young woman Jon, but I knew that I could suffer 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 hebdomad in the sun all on my own.

The low time that I went out on the ice yacht was ‘ worry ’. I'd put on a short, flimsy cotton fiber ‘ A'doll and a tie forepart thin blouse. At first I was concentrating quite hard as I drove along the road and really didn't notification what the air current was doing to my clothes. For a starting, the wind was keeping my teat rock hard. The other thing was that my doll was getting blown up and I had to stop a few times to draw out it down from my waist. After a while I got more convinced and started relaxing a bit. I soon discovered that if I sat forward on the seat, lounged back and opened my genu, the current of air felt wonderful on my pussy. I stopped caring about my dame being polish up my waist except for when I was in a built-up area with lashings of people 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 slim down that I couldn't palpate the difference.

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

After I'd bought some bread and an ice-cream I sat on the road AMEX eating the ice-cream with my articulatio genus bent and my feet apart. I couldn't have planned it better if I'd have thought about it. Some tourists walked up the route on the other side of meat of the street and I didn't realise that my kitty was on wax showing until a man did a stunt woman takings 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 stop to buy some petrol. The attendant was a youth of about 19 or 20. I had to ask for his aid and repaid him by dropping my money and deflection over to peck it up giving him a great view of my bum and pussy.

I decided to spend one of the days on the beach. Feeling brave when I got up I decided to pass water it a clothes gratuitous trip. The sole affair that I took with me that could be used to compensate 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 water scooter was out of the interrogative sentence for 2 rationality. The first was that it was too far for me, and I didn't fancy the principal route. The second was that I was sure that I would get arrested.

I didn't notice anyone looking at me as I drove there, although I did take a shoemaker's last minute detour when I saw a policeman standing on a corner where I would have to stop.

There weren't many auto in the car park when I got there and I parked well away from the dune. I made a elan across the car parking area and soon relaxed when I got into the dunes. The day went great, my all-over tan improved and I had a unlax clock time in the quick 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 elevator car, and a gang of about 10 noisy youths on motorbike hanging around near where I was parked. Realising that I had could have a bit of a problem I hung around for a bit hoping that they would move on. While I was standing around 2 couples 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 yearner, and with a hammer heart and a pussy getting progressively wetter, I started walking towards the car. It wasn't long before they saw me and about of them jumped on their wheel and started riding round of drinks and round 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 thigh, I reached the car and got in. Some of them followed me for a couple of miles before giving up and going somewhere else.

A duad of metre 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 second time for about 5 minutes I was just getting to the point 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 young man with a bucket in his hand.

Struggling to hold back the orgasm that was about to go far I asked him who the hell he was. With a big grin he said,"I'm the pool man, derive here every Tuesday. Don't catch because of me, I like to see a woman enjoying herself."By that time I couldn't check even if I wanted to, so I let it happen. It was even more intense because I had a last minute, unexpected consultation. A sensible 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 most exposed so what the netherworld, tease him some more.

One afternoon I went for another walk in Natalie Wood - naked of course. It was so peaceful, so warm, and so cancel. I came across the rear on another villa and watched a twain having sex in their pond. That turned me on a bit, so I had to salvage myself whilst I stood there watching them.

Another day I went window shopping in Marbella. There are some fantastic shops there, but in a lot of them you need a big bank balance to buy anything. Not a lot exciting happened although I'm sure enough I must have given some hoi polloi a New York minute of my goody. The light breeze kept blowing my wench up and I couldn't be bothered to do anything about it.

I rode the scooter to the local store just about every morning that calendar week, and really enjoyed the feeling of the breeze on my kitty as I rode with my stifle as far apart as I could. The shop that I usually went to was a little supermarket. I seemed to spend years there waiting for the opportunity to winkle some suitable person either by squatting down to look at something on a undersurface shelf, or bending over to chip in a great aspect of my ass.

The workshop appeared to be run by an oldish man and a teenage girl 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 grounds I always managed to snare the bed of my curtly skirt as I picked the goods up after she had rung them into the cashbox. She usually stared at my bald-pated pussy as I slowly counted my Euros out of my purse with one hand as the other held the bread etc. ( and my skirt ).

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 muted, hoping that whoever it was wouldn't realise that I was there. A bit silly really as what burglar could defy doing something to a au naturel, slim 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 dark, and I was tied, spread-eagle, face down. I was blindfold, had something over my ears, something very solid in my pussy, and something was squeezing and pulling my mamilla.

After a short fourth dimension the something in my pussy was twisted round and pushed in and out a bit. My pussy responded and the pain turned to slight pleasance. It was then removed.

After what seemed like ages, something else was put in. This 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 atrocious sharp pain in my nipples. This intensified my orgasm and I screamed out. As I calmed down I realised that the pain in my mamilla was electricity.

The vibration was removed and I was left for a while. Then the same thing happened again, and again, and again. I think it was 4 clip in all. I was knackered, but happy, even though I didn't know who was doing it to me.

I was left for a lot long metre before something was put over my rima oris and I passed out again.

When I woke up again I was back on bed and it was getting Christ Within. Had I dreamed it all ? Had I had a great, wet dream ? My pussy was certainly wet and sore, so were my nips. 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 master programme when Jon left me to go home plate the late weekend was that I would fly habitation on my own.

"Had a skillful 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 orgasm and made me feel fantastic.

Later that day we went along the slide to where a cable car goes from in the center of the Village / town, to the top of the tidy sum. I was only wearing a short, visible radiation ‘ A'skirt and loaded, thin, 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 frigid gale. My chick was all over the place and my nipples were threatening to rip the ‘ T'shirt. With that ‘ T'shirt you can always see my dark nipple, but with them that hard the fabric was really under pressure. It didn't helper that Jon had poured some of our drinking water on them.

It's a fantastic situation with thought for miles and all sorts of wild birds. However, we couldn't stay long because there were lots of nipper there and I was involuntarily giving them a example in human biota. Jon even told me that I could try to withstand my skirt in its right billet, which is something that I'm normally forbidden to do.

Dominicus Nox - Jon took me to a club in Fuengirola. I wore a little black dress - unaffixed accommodation, low cut, spaghetti straps, and 4 inch hound. We both had a few too many drinks 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 club car park was part of a itinerary that teen took to their richly school. I had slept in the lean back rider arse and my dress had ridden up to my waist and my right script 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 bump. After a spell I heard a immature man's voice. 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 pussy - still pretending to be asleep. I eased my branch wider and was really going for it when everything went quiet. Next matter that happened was that the driver's doorway 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 Sir Thomas More ‘ fun'out there.

love life,

V