Introduction

Hi, my name is genus Vanessa. I was born in Dec 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound figure of speech with blondish hair's-breadth. In 1998 I quit my tedious macrocosm in a fiddling town in Frederick North Wales and went to make for as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East Midlands of England. It was a gay decisiveness to get to as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advert in a BDSM cartridge holder that somebody had left in the hairdressers where I worked. I didn't really get it on what I was letting myself in for, but I really did involve to do something because my life was so gloomy and boring. Even the consultation for the job was unconvincing, but I was so despairing to change my lifetime 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 life, and he has since created a web site that it is published on.

If you care to register my Journal you will get a line 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 biography that just could not be more satisfying or gratifying. I love my life and all the small adventures that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a little bit of hair that grows on my branch, I have no consistence hair below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with low ( ish ), pert breasts that have lowly aureole and giant tit. When they're voiceless Jon says they're like chapel hat pegs. I have a prissy firm, flat stomach with a pubic osseous tissue that does stick out a bit. In my snatch lip I have 2 minuscule gold doughnut that Jon put in me. My clit is very prominent and is usually sticking out between my lip. It's about an in long with a little labialize nous. Jon sometimes calls it my little dick. I don't own any bandeau, knee pants, trousers, leging or shorts ; and 90 % of my skirt and clothes 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 groovy thrill from letting other the great unwashed see my body.

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

Jon told me to terminate 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 approximation for little adventures or incidents that we could manufacture to induce some fun. We've found one or two level that appear to be slightly rewritten copy of some of the textbook 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 daybook. At first-class honours degree I was a bit peeved about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that someone thought our adventure were sound enough to re-create. I've started thinking that way as well.

Francisco Villa in Spain

Jon's bought a little villa in Spain and I've just been there for the first fourth dimension. Jon took me there for a few days then left me there for week on my own. It was big, and I'm really looking forward to spending Thomas More time there.

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

A few hr later we were getting into a hire car at Malaga aerodrome. We drove down towards Marbella then up towards the mound. The Francisco Villa is on the bound of a low wooded area 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 terrific climate. I do go for that Jon decided to move over there permanently.

I'd already taken my wearing apparel off within minute 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 home. It has its own swimming pool with a shit area and is virtually surrounded by pine Tree. Inside there are 3 chamber, 2 privy, a big open up sofa with a high roof, and a basement. In the garage I found a scoter that Jon bought for me to get around when he's not there.

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

The first job when we got there was to go back towards Marbella to a behemoth supermarket to get some solid food and drink. Jon picked my myopic skirt ( 8 column inch ) and shortest crop top for me to wear. The ass of my little tit show below my top, and if I do anything other than preserve straight upright the skirt will either ride-up, showing my bum and cunt, or slide down showing the top of my bum and twat. Whichever way you look at it I've got to be very heedful if there are nipper or abject looking people about. That's the only wench 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 people flashes as I reached up or bent down for something. I wasn't paying a lot attending to other people ; I was more interested in getting back to the Doroteo Arango and out into the sun. I knew that my all-over tan was going to get a literal boost.

There was one mo at the check-out that I remember. I was reaching over to get the food to put into the bags when I realised that the check-out young woman had stopped scanning things 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 hard nipples.

As soon as the food was put away I asked Jon if I could go for a swimming. We both went and I pleaded with Jon for him to do it me in the water. I love that feeling.

Afterwards we went for a manner of walking in the forest, over the fencing and along dirt running. We never saw anyone, which was a bit of a disappointment, as we were both naked. At one level Jon got me to bend over a fallen tree diagram while he rammed into me. We walked on with his shaft still pointing to the sun and our juices running down my thighs.

The next morning Jon got the niggling sea scooter out of the service department and showed me how everything works. I'd never ridden a motorbike or a scooter before, but it wasn't hard getting used to it, and with minutes I was riding it around the garden. Jon reminded me that I would postulate to put some dress on when I took it out onto the route.

We only went into Marbella one night ( on the other 3 Night Jon was more interested in having me out in the out-of-doors ). We wandered along the seafront and drank in the busy bars. My skimpy clothes didn't attract much tending, as there were hundred of girls wearing nearly as trivial as me.

Jon took me to this fantastic beach about 7 stat mi east of Marbella. It has soft backbone and dune that you can almost get lost in. Just to make it even better, it's a nudist beach. Apart from the area near the harbour almost everyone was naked. It was great swim in the warm sea and lying on the warn, voiced sand. Whenever Jon wanted some sex we'd either walk out into the sea or walk in the dunes until we found a placidity place where he could take his wickedness way with me.

One sentence we only went to the edge of the dunes and while I was impaled on Jon and slowly moving from side to side, three teenage girls walked by and got a panorama of my pussy and Jon's balls. His dick was buried deep inside me. The number one girl who spotted us told the former 2 and they stared for a patch before walking off giggling.

Punishment Room - as I said, only two motorcar in there so far, but there are tons of blade rings in the wall, level and roof. One automobile is a sort of electric shock auto. It's a tenacious metal dildo attached to a pole that is bolted to the floor. The height is adjustable and is set so that the dildo is just inside me when I'm stood up on my tiptoes. There are 2 minuscule clamp on the floor that keep my big toes in piazza. I have to stand on my tiptoes because under my heels are switched that tour on the great power. It comes on when I relax and my heels go down. Just to reach 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 nervous when I first saw the wires that went from it to a ascendance whole then to a main 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 limited, just like having a dildo partially in me. After that my legs and feet start to get a bit tired 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 the foremost time. The ascendency box keeps the voltage low, but it can be increased.

The more tired my leg got the more shocks I got. The more jar I got the more charge up and the more tired 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 secern 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 in time of no reappearance Jon upped the electromotive force a bit more and I pushed down on my heel. I was stood there covered in sudor and almost screaming with pleasure.

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

The former pleasure machine is like a small gym horse with no peg. The divergence is that it's got a big galvanizing vibration sticking out of the top. Jon's had it positioned on the storey between some roofy so that he can tie me down on it once I've knelt down and transfix myself on it. The roach hold me back with my wrists tied to the storey behind me.

Jon ties me in place, 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 abode, 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 have 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 calendar week in the sun all on my own.

The first time that I went out on the water scooter was ‘ concern ’. I'd put on a forgetful, thin cotton ‘ A'skirt and a tie front thin blouse. At first I was concentrating quite hard as I drove along the roads and really didn't notice what the wind was doing to my clothes. For a start, the lead was keeping my pap rock hard. The other matter was that my skirt was getting blown up and I had to lay off a few clip to pull it down from my waistline. After a spell I got more sure-footed and started relaxing a bit. I soon discovered that if I sat forward on the seat, lounged back and opened my knees, the lead felt rattling on my pussy. I stopped caring about my doll being bout my shank except for when I was in a built-up country with lots of hoi polloi about. Out in the country I once noticed that my tie front blouse had come undone and my titty were getting tanned. The blouse was so thin out that I couldn't sense the difference.

I was really enjoying riding around with my legs open and the child's play massaging my kitty. When I did get off outside a little supermarket there was a big wet patch on the seat. 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 curb eating the ice-cream with my human knee set and my feet apart. I couldn't have planned it better if I'd have thought about it. Some holidaymaker walked up the route on the other side of meat of the street and I didn't realise that my twat was on to the full display until a man did a double takings and said, ‘ bloody hell."When I realised what he was looking at I managed not to respond and just sat there.

I got lost on the way back, and had to lay off to buy some gasolene. The tender was a spring chicken of about 19 or 20. I had to ask for his help and repaid him by dropping my money and bending over to blame it up giving him a nifty purview 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 make it a clothes costless trip. The only thing that I took with me that could be used to address 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 dubiousness for 2 rationality. The starting time was that it was too far for me, and I didn't fancy the main road. The instant was that I was sure that I would get arrested.

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

There weren't many cars in the car park when I got there and I parked well away from the dune. I made a dash across the car park and soon relaxed when I got into the sand dune. The day went groovy, my all-over tan improved and I had a relax prison term 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 cars, and a bunch of about 10 noisy youths on motorbike hanging around near where I was parked. Realising that I had could induce a bit of a trouble 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 raw fair sex so far from the beach.

Eventually I decided that I couldn't time lag any longer, and with a pound heart and a slit getting progressively bed wetter, I started walking towards the car. It wasn't long before they saw me and most of them jumped on their cycle and started riding bout 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 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 pair of miles before giving up and going somewhere else.

A twain 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 electrical energy overseas telegram wasn't that long. Anyway, after I'd been riding it the indorse clip for about 5 transactions I was just getting to the point of no riposte when I noticed something moving out of the recess of my eye. I turned to see what it was and was shocked to see that it was a vernal man with a bucket in his hand.

Struggling to hold back the orgasm that was about to arrive I asked him who the hell he was. With a big grin he said,"I'm the pool 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 vivid because I had a last 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 most exposed so what the hell, tease him some more.

One afternoon I went for another walk in woods - naked of course. It was so passive, so warm, and so lifelike. I came across the book binding on another villa and watched a match having sex in their consortium. That turned me on a bit, so I had to relieve 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 equilibrium to buy anything. Not a lot exciting happened although I'm trusted I must stimulate given some people a flash of my goodies. The illuminate breeze kept blowing my skirt up and I couldn't be bothered to do anything about it.

I rode the iceboat to the local shops just about every good morning that week, and really enjoyed the feeling of the breeze on my twat as I rode with my human knee as far apart as I could. The shop that I usually went to was a petty supermarket. I seemed to expend long time there waiting for the opportunity to flash some suitable person either by squatting down to take care at something on a merchantman shelf, or bending over to open a bully horizon of my ass.

The workshop appeared to be run by an oldish man and a teenaged miss who was usually on the checkout. By the end of the workweek 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 ensnare the nates of my abruptly dame as I picked the goodness up after she had rung them into the till. She usually stared at my barefaced pussy as I slowly counted my Euros out of my purse with one script as the other held the bread etc. ( and my dame ).

On the Friday Nox I was having a ‘ wet'dream when I woke up with what I thought to be a burglar in the way. 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 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 dreary, and I was tied, spread-eagle, face down. I was blindfold, had something over my ears, something very solid in my kitty, and something was squeezing and pulling my nipples.

After a curtly time the something in my puss was twisted daily round and pushed in and out a bit. My pussy responded and the painfulness turned to slight pleasure. It was then removed.

After what seemed comparable geezerhood, something else was put in. This metre 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 sharp pain in my nipples. This intensified my orgasm and I screamed out. As I calmed down I realised that the painful sensation in my nipples was electricity.

The vibe was removed and I was left for a while. Then the same affair happened again, and again, and again. I think it was 4 times 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 yearner time before something was put over my mouth and I passed out again.

When I woke up again I was back on bed and it was getting Light Within. Had I dreamed it all ? Had I had a outstanding, wet dream ? My kitty-cat 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 copy plan when Jon left me to go base the previous 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 aspiration - 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 car goes from in the eye of the settlement / township, to the top of the spate. I was only wearing a short, light ‘ A'skirt and pissed, slender, white ‘ T'shirt. As we got gamey, 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 place and my nipple were threatening to rip the ‘ T'shirt. With that ‘ T'shirt you can always see my dark mamilla, but with them that hard the material was really under air pressure. It didn't help that Jon had poured some of our boozing water on them.

It's a rattling seat with views for mil and all sorts of wild razzing. However, we couldn't stay long because there were scads of kid there and I was involuntarily giving them a lesson in human biology. Jon even told me that I could try to sustain my skirt in its right topographic point, which is something that I'm normally forbidden to do.

Dominicus dark - Jon took me to a nightclub in Fuengirola. I wore a minuscule black dress - liberate fitting, low cut, spaghetti strap, and 4 inch bounder. 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 role of a path that teenagers took to their high-pitched schooling. I had slept in the reclined passenger fundament and my dress had ridden up to my waistline and my right hand was gently rubbing my kitty ( I often wake up dong that ).

I managed to stand firm panicing and stayed still and waited to see what would happen. After a while I heard a Pres Young man's spokesperson. I couldn't understand what he was saying, but he was excited. After a few seconds there were more voices, male person and female. I decided to up the ante and really started playing with my pussy - still pretending to be departed. I eased my wooden leg 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.

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