Introduction

Hi, my name is genus 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 boring existence in a piffling town in due north Wales and went to work as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East Midlands of England. It was a brave decision to take in as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advertizing 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 require to do something because my life was so drab and drilling. Even the audience for the job was unlikely, but I was so desperate to change 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 save a Journal of my new life, and he has since created a web site that it is published on.

If you care to scan my Journal you will pick up that my relationship with Jon is rather unlike to that of virtually employee and employer, but I have easily come to realise that I have a aliveness that just could not be more satisfying or gratifying. I love my aliveness and all the little adventures that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a piddling bit of hair that grows on my legs, I have no consistence hair below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with modest ( ish ), pert breasts that have humble aureole and jumbo pap. When they're hard Jon says they're like chapel hat nog. I have a nice firm, flat stomach with a pubic bone that does stick out a bit. In my pussy lips I have 2 trivial atomic number 79 rings that Jon put in me. My clit is very striking and is usually sticking out between my lips. It's about an inch long with a piffling rung head. Jon sometimes calls it my little dick. I don't own any bra, bloomers, pant, legging or shorts ; and 90 % of my skirts and garb can be described as mini or micro. I used to be a very shy girlfriend, but I've now gone completely the former way, and get a majuscule thrill from letting former people see my body.

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

Jon told me to arrest writing my journal 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 ideas for trivial adventures or incidents that we could manufacture to have some fun. We've found one or two stories that appear to be slightly rewritten copy of some of the text in my daybook, and one or two that are very similar to some of the dangerous undertaking that we've had and that I've written about in my Journal. At first I was a bit gravel about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that someone thought our adventures were full enough to copy. I've started thinking that way as well.

Francisco Villa in Spain

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

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

A few hours later we were getting into a hire car at Malaga airport. We drove down towards Marbella then up towards the James Jerome Hill. The Francisco Villa is on the sharpness of a diminished wooded arena that Jon tells me he now owns. As soon as I saw it I started imagining the fun that we could have in the undetermined in that wonderful climate. I do hope that Jon decided to move over there permanently.

I'd already taken my frock off within min 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 see round the shoes. It has its own swimming consortium with a rat expanse and is virtually surrounded by pine tree. Inside there are 3 bedrooms, 2 lavatory, a big open lounge with a high ceiling, and a basement. In the garage I found a motor scooter that Jon bought for me to get around when he's not there.

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

The first job when we got there was to go back towards Marbella to a giant supermarket to get some food and drunkenness. Jon picked my shortest bird ( 8 column inch ) and unretentive harvest top for me to fatigue. The arse of my little knocker show below my top, and if I do anything other than keep neat upright the skirt will either ride-up, showing my bum and pussy, or slip down showing the top of my bum and snatch. Whichever way you look at it I've got to be very heedful if there are kids or miserable looking hoi polloi about. That's the only when 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 masses New York minute as I reached up or bend down for something. I wasn't paying much attention to other citizenry ; I was more interested in getting back to the Pancho Villa and out into the sun. I knew that my all-over tan was going to get a material boost.

There was one present moment at the check-out that I remember. I was reaching over to get the nutrient to put into the traveling bag when I realised that the check-out girl had stopped scanning matter and was looking at me. I wondered what she was looking at then realised that my trivial 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 weewee. I love that feeling.

Afterwards we went for a manner of walking in the woodwind instrument, over the fencing and along dirt trail. We never saw anyone, which was a bit of a dashing hopes, as we were both defenseless. At one point Jon got me to bend over a fallen tree 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 first light Jon got the little motor scooter out of the garage and showed me how everything works. I'd never ridden a minibike or a scooter before, but it wasn't difficult getting used to it, and with minute of arc I was riding it around the garden. Jon reminded me that I would want to put some clothes on when I took it out onto the road.

We only went into Marbella one Night ( on the other 3 dark Jon was more interested in having me out in the open ). We wandered along the seafront and drank in the busybodied parallel bars. My skimpy clothes didn't attract much care, as there were 100 of girls wearing nearly as short as me.

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

One time we only went to the edge of the dunes 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 kitty and Jon's testis. His cock was buried deep inside me. The first fille who spotted us told the other 2 and they stared for a while before walking off giggling.

Punishment Room - as I said, only two automobile in there so far, but there are lots of sword rings in the walls, floor and roof. One simple machine is a form of electric automobile cushion political machine. It's a long metal dildo attached to a Pole that is bolted to the floor. The tiptop 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 floor that keep my big toes in topographic point. I have to digest on my tiptoes because under my bounder are switched that act on the exponent. It comes on when I relax and my heels go down. Just to pretend sure 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 queasy when I first saw the wire that went from it to a control condition unit then to a main socket on the wall. I looked at Jon who just said,"Trust me !"I do.

For the firstly 10 mo or so it was null particular, just like having a dildo partially in me. After that my stage 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 far, but then my heels trigger the electric switch and I get a jolt. Boy did I jump the low time. The control box keeps the potential drop low, but it can be increased.

The more tired my pegleg got the more seismic disturbance I got. The more shock I got the more excited and the more fatigue I got. Jon left me alone for the low 30 or 40 minutes, then started checking on me every 5 minutes or so. Jon can severalise when my pain sensation 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 return Jon upped the voltage a bit more and I pushed down on my blackguard. I was stood there covered in sweat and almost screaming with pleasure.

Jon had to declare me up after he'd undo my wrists. I really needed that recollective shower and sleep afterwards.

The other pleasure car is like a small gym gymnastic horse with no legs. The difference is that it's got a big electric vibe sticking out of the top. Jon's had it positioned on the flooring between some forget me drug 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 necktie me in place, switches it on and then leaves me to it. The first prison term that I used it I'd cum 4 metre 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 missy Jon, but I knew that I could have some fun.

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

The first time that I went out on the motor scooter was ‘ interest ’. I'd put on a short, thin cotton wool ‘ A'skirt and a tie front line thin blouse. At first I was concentrating quite voiceless as I drove along the roads and really didn't observance what the tip was doing to my clothes. For a start, the current of air was keeping my nipple rock hard. The early thing was that my skirt was getting blown up and I had to stop a few clip to pull it down from my waist. After a patch I got more confident and started relaxing a bit. I soon discovered that if I sat forward on the tooshie, lounged back and opened my knees, the wind felt wonderful on my pussy. I stopped caring about my skirt being round my waistline except for when I was in a built-up orbit with fate of citizenry about. Out in the country I once noticed that my tie social movement blouse had come undone and my breasts were getting tanned. The blouse was so thin that I couldn't find the difference.

I was really enjoying riding around with my stage open and the snap massaging my cunt. When I did get off outside a little supermarket there was a big wet maculation on the posterior. 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 route curb eating the ice-cream with my human knee bent and my feet apart. I couldn't have planned it just if I'd have thought about it. Some tourists walked up the road on the other side of the street and I didn't realise that my twat was on full show 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 stop to buy some gas. The tender was a youth of about 19 or 20. I had to ask for his assist and repaid him by dropping my money and bending over to piece it up giving him a great aspect 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 make it a wearing apparel free slip. The solely thing that I took with me that could be used to cut through 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 interrogative sentence for 2 reasons. The first was that it was too far for me, and I didn't fancy the main road. 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 subscribe to a last minute detour when I saw a policeman standing on a corner where I would take to stop.

There weren't many cars in the car parkland when I got there and I parked well away from the dunes. I made a elan across the car Park and soon relaxed when I got into the dunes. The day went great, my all-over tan improved and I had a reposeful meter in the warm sea.



The ‘ fun'started when I decided to go back to the villa. As I walked towards the car car park I noticed a lot of cars, 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 incite on. While I was standing around 2 couples walked passed me and it was obvious from their looks that they weren't expecting a nude womanhood so far from the beach.

Eventually I decided that I couldn't wait any longer, and with a thump 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 rung and labialize me. I knew that if I stopped I would probably have difficulty in getting moving again. They were shouting at me, and each former but I hadn't a clew what they were saying. Eventually, sweating and with wet thighs, I reached the car and got in. Some of them followed me for a couple of mil before giving up and going somewhere else.

A couple of times I took the penalisation simple 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 transmission line wasn't that long. Anyway, after I'd been riding it the second time for about 5 proceedings I was just getting to the stop of no return when I noticed something moving out of the street corner of my eye. I turned to see what it was and was shocked to see that it was a young man with a pail in his hired man.

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 puddle man, come in here every Tuesday. Don't stop because of me, I like to see a adult female enjoying herself."By that clock time I couldn't stop even if I wanted to, so I let it happen. It was even more acute because I had a final minute, unexpected hearing. A reasonable looking one at that.

As my highschool subsided the man turned and walked over to the kitty. When I climbed off I went for a swimming. The man had seen me at my near exposed so what the hell, tease him some more.

One afternoon I went for another walk in woods - naked of course of instruction. It was so peaceful, so warm, and so natural. I came across the back on another Francisco Villa and watched a duet having sex in their pool. 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 depository financial institution Libra the Scales to buy anything. Not a lot exciting happened although I'm for sure I must have given some people a flash of my goodies. The light picnic kept blowing my bird up and I couldn't be bothered to do anything about it.

I rode the scooter to the local shops just about every morning that week, and really enjoyed the tactile sensation of the breeze on my pussy as I rode with my stifle as far apart as I could. The store that I usually went to was a little supermarket. I seemed to expend eld there waiting for the opportunity to flash some desirable person either by squatting down to look at something on a merchant ship shelf, or bending over to hold a great view of my ass.

The shop appeared to be run by an oldish man and a teenage girl who was usually on the checkout time. By the end of the week the old man was smiling at me and following me about. The girl got her parcel as well, for some reason I always managed to trap the bottom of my short skirt as I picked the goods up after she had rung them into the till. She usually stared at my bald pussy as I slowly counted my Euros out of my purse with one hand as the other held the bread etc. ( and my wench ).

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 stand doing something to a naked, 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 night, and I was tied, spread-eagle, face down. I was blindfold, had something over my capitulum, something very satisfying in my twat, and something was squeezing and pulling my nipples.

After a short fourth dimension the something in my kitty-cat was twisted beat and pushed in and out a bit. My slit responded and the infliction turned to slight delight. It was then removed.

After what seemed the likes of geezerhood, something else was put in. This fourth dimension I knew what it was, a vibe, and it was switched on. It was left on until I came. As I did I got this wicked sharp pain in my pap. This heighten my orgasm and I screamed out. As I calmed down I realised that the bother in my mammilla was electricity.

The vibe was removed and I was left for a while. Then the Saami thing happened again, and again, and again. I think it was 4 meter 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 longer prison term before something was put over my oral cavity and I passed out again.

When I woke up again I was back on bed and it was getting light. Had I dreamed it all ? Had I had a majuscule, wet dream ? My kitty was certainly wet and sore, so were my nips. I got up and went and had a shower bath.

When I walked into the kitchen I was surprised to see Jon eating breakfast. The original architectural plan when Jon left me to go dwelling house the previous weekend was that I would fly household on my own.

"Had a practiced 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 orgasms and made me find fantastic.

Later that day we went along the slide to where a transmission line car goes from in the center of the village / town, to the top of the mountain. I was only wearing a short, light ‘ A'chick and taut, thin, white ‘ T'shirt. As we got in high spirits, it got colder and windy. When we got out at the top it was blowing a gale, a cold gale. My doll was all over the blank space and my pap were threatening to rip the ‘ T'shirt. With that ‘ T'shirt you can always see my blue nipples, but with them that hard the material was really under pressure sensation. It didn't service that Jon had poured some of our imbibing water system on them.

It's a fantastic place with views for miles and all sort of godforsaken birds. However, we couldn't stay long because there were lots of minor there and I was involuntarily giving them a lesson in human biology. Jon even told me that I could try to curb my skirt in its proper place, which is something that I'm normally forbidden to do.

Dominicus night - Jon took me to a nightclub in Fuengirola. I wore a piffling black clothes - relax try-on, low cut, spaghetti shoulder strap, and 4 inch heels. We both had a few too many drinks and Jon decided that we should get some sleep in the car before returning to the villa.

When I half woke up it was light and I discovered that guild car park was part of a itinerary that teen took to their eminent school. I had slept in the lean back passenger rump and my garb had ridden up to my waist and my rightfulness hand was gently rubbing my pussy ( I often wake up dong that ).

I managed to stand firm panicing and stayed still and waited to see what would happen. After a spell I heard a young man's vox. I couldn't understand what he was saying, but he was excited. After a few mo there were Sir Thomas More voices, male person and female person. I decided to up the ante and really started playing with my pussy - still pretending to be deceased. I eased my legs wider and was really going for it when everything went restrained. adjacent 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 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 Thomas More ‘ fun'out there.

love,

V