intro

Hi, my name is genus Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound figure with blondish pilus. In 1998 I quit my irksome macrocosm in a petty town in North wale and went to work as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East midland of England. It was a unfearing decision to take a crap as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advertisement 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 sprightliness was so dreary and boring. Even the interview for the job was unbelievable, but I was so despairing to change my liveliness 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 compose a journal of my new lifespan, and he has since created a web site that it is published on.

hypertext transfer protocol : //www.asstr.org/~Vanessa/

If you care to read my journal you will distinguish that my family relationship with Jon is rather different to that of most employee and employer, but I have easily come to realise that I have a animation that just could not be more satisfying or gratifying. I love my life story and all the picayune adventures that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a little bit of hair that grows on my wooden leg, I have no body hair below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with minuscule ( ish ), pert breasts that have small-scale aureoles and monster teat. When they're hard Jon says they're like chapel hat rowlock. I have a overnice firm, flat stomach with a pubic off-white that does stick by out a bit. In my puss lips I have 2 lilliputian amber rings that Jon put in me. My clit is very prominent and is usually sticking out between my lips. It's about an inch long with a little round out straits. Jon sometimes calls it my little dick. I don't own any bras, knickers, trousers, leggings or shorts ; and 90 % of my skirts and wearing apparel can be described as mini or micro. I used to be a very shy girl, but I've now gone completely the former way, and get a great thrill from letting other people see my body.

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

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

Both Jon and I have been scouring the net looking for melodic theme for little dangerous undertaking or incidents that we could manufacture to have some fun. We've found one or two write up that appear to be slightly rewritten written matter of some of the text in my diary, and one or two that are very like to some of the adventures 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 someone thought our adventures were beneficial enough to copy. I've started thinking that way as well.

The adventure I'm about to describe happened in the summertime of 2000 and wasn't really planned. It was just a ad-lib reaction ( by Jon ) to something that happened at the house next door.

The Builders Next Door

Although Jon's house has an upstairs and a downstairs, the home on either side only have one level, they're bungalows. end summertime we noticed quite a bit of activity, and quite a bit of noise, at one of them. Looking down from the punishment room window ( we have a 6 invertebrate foot high fencing ) ; we could see that one of our neighbours was having a conservatory built at the back of their cottage. This gave Jon an idea and he went into the back garden and moved the big scaffolding frame so that the bottom was facing where the hothouse was being built.

The scaffolding frame is a bit like a big bed, but about 10 feet long, and 6 feet wide. It has 2 padded cross members and some webbing straps across it. I've spent many a happy minute strapped to it rout, both facing the flat coat, and the sky. I've also got a few level of all-over tan when I've been on it.

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

That was it for that night, but the next evening Jon took a smell at the building work and told me that the next day was going to be ‘ my day ’. He told me that the way PVC conservatories are built meant that the job would probably be finished the succeeding day so we only had one chance.

Just before Jon went to work the next morning he told me to cover my front with suntan lotion and to go and urinate myself comfy on the scaffolding frame. After he finished his breakfast, he came outside and fastened my ankles and radiocarpal joint to the frame. He then pulled a blindfold out of his sack and put it on me.

There I was, naked, spreadeagle, and tied down with the expectation of being like that for the next 8 or 9 minute. It was a typical British summer's day, wet and not very strong. For what seemed like a couple of hours I was quite moth-eaten and not very happy. Even the view of what might befall wasn't keeping me warm.

About lunchtime ( my breadbasket was telling me it was lunchtime ) I started to warm up up and could pick up some noise from next room access. My judgment started having visual sense of the sentence that our conservatory was built and I was spread-eagle on the bed with the detergent builder taking picture of me ( see my Journal ). That time Jon had some control over the constructor, but this time he didn't have any. If, when, they discovered me, they'd be able-bodied to do anything they liked to me. The piece of scaffolding that Jon had fixed about 6 inch from my pussy would make it difficult for mortal to actually have it off me, but not impossible. All they needed was a spanner.

As time went on I got warmer and bed wetter, and not from the rain. I was having a wet castle in the air remembering some of the exciting time that I've had. All of a sudden I heard a man shout,"ass hell ! ejaculate and have a look at this."Everything went quiesce and I knew that they'd seen me. If I was wet before, then I was getting drenched then. That squeamish prickling in my lower venter and pussy was starting again.

I could pick up them talking, but couldn't make out the words. After a while everything went quiet. Were they coming round of golf, had the gone for their lunch, or what ? The prevision and not knowing was getting me even more arouse. I could find my twat juices trickling down between my arse cheeks.

After what seemed the likes of hours I heard the side logic 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 ghost my right nipple, but it could have imagined it. Even so, I gasped a short.

Still there was silence. I was just starting to reckon that they'd gone away when I heard a man coughing."howdy, is anyone there ?"I said. After about a hour, a young sounding man's voice said,"Are you all right ?"

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

"My master key restrained me here this morning. It's my punishment for not obeying him."I said."Your captain ! That means that you're his slave ?"the smell of his spokesperson 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 happy about that ?"was the reply. I just said,"Yes"and waited.

After a farsighted pause a second man's voice said,"Right then, you won't creative thinker if we ‘ abuse'you a bit will you ?"With that I felt a jolty hand snap my right breast and start mauling it. Then another hand on my left chest. My nipple ( which were rock firmly ) were being pulled in every direction. It was hurting, but it was nice.

"You shouldn't be doing that,"the first man's voice said. The secondment man said,"If you want to miss an opportunity like this then bugger of and finish putting that roof on. I'm going to have a composition of this slut."After a bit more mammilla pulling I heard the face logic gate clap, 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 hand on my kitty backed off. Then I felt the little doughnut in my twat mouth being pulled around. Then my clit was grabbed and pulled. It was pulled so hard that I screamed. Both manus went away and I felt the altogether scaffolding frame motion.

"What bastard put that fucking pole between your leg ?"he asked. I didn't answer him. After the whole chassis moved another couplet of metre everything went hush before I heard a zip unfasten. Then I heard what must have been the man climbing into the form because the following affair that I knew was that I felt his gumshoe personnel my backtalk open up."sucking that bitch"he said. So I did.



He was stood above my head with his balls bouncing on my face and I couldn't get much of his gumshoe 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 lots of it. I had trouble swallowing it without choking.

After he shot his load into my rima oris there was a yearn suspension before I felt him mount off the physical body."I'm off for a spanner, don't go away."He said laughingly. There was a few arcsecond repose and I was thinking,"Oh bull, Jon's not going to wish this,"when I heard Jon say,"Can I facilitate you ?"

"Err um, me and my mate are working next door and have just seen your hard worker, err woman. I though I'd better come and see that she was all right."He said."Thank you for your concern, but she's all right, aren't you genus Vanessa ?"Jon replied. Before I had chance to answer, 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 forethought of me in a hour, and leaving the blindfold in position he disappeared.

About ten bit later he returned with a spanner and took the redundant public opinion poll off. I thought that he was going to fuck me then, but he didn't, he left me and came back a bit later."Wanted to spend a penny sure we had an audience,"he said as he rammed his tool into me.

I was getting close to cumming, but not close enough, as Jon shot his load into me. When he pulled out of me I said,"Master, please make me cum, I need to cum."Jon ignored me and went inside. I was just coming to the finis that my frustrations 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 for the first time climax of the day. Then the secondly. Just as the third gear was starting to build up, the vibration was removed and Jon took the blindfold off. He untied my carpus and mortise joint and told me to go and get a shower. It took ages for my eyes to get used to the sunlight, and when I looked over towards where the constructor were working, the conservatoire cap looked as though it was finished, and I couldn't see anyone.

When I got upstairs I looked out of the movement window and saw the builder's van drive off.

I have former experiences that Jon has told me to document. I'm sure that Jon will get me to release all of them on my web page as and when he's say them, and is felicitous with them.

Love

Vanessa