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Hi, my public figure is Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound figure with blondish haircloth. In 1998 I quit my oil production existence in a little township in North Wales and went to lick as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East Midlands of England. It was a brave decisiveness to pee as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advert in a BDSM magazine that person had left in the stylist where I worked. I didn't really cognize what I was letting myself in for, but I really did need to do something because my life-time was so disconsolate and boring. Even the interview for the job was unbelievable, but I was so desperate to switch my lifespan 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 internet site that it is published on.

If you care to take my Journal you will detect that my kinship with Jon is rather different to that of virtually 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 liveliness and all the little adventures that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a picayune bit of whisker that grows on my peg, I have no eubstance pilus below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with low ( ish ), pert breasts that have small aureoles and giant nipples. When they're hard Jon says they're like chapel hat pin. I have a nice firm, monotone belly with a pubic bone that does vex out a bit. In my snatch lips I have 2 little amber pack that Jon put in me. My clit is very prominent and is usually sticking out between my sass. It's about an inch long with a little round top dog. Jon sometimes calls it my trivial dick. I don't own any bras, knee pants, pant, leging or shorts ; and 90 % of my skirts and clothes 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 capital thrill from letting other people see my body.

I hope that's enough to satisfy the hoi polloi who asked. If it isn't, perhaps they would like to e-mail me with specific questions.

Jon told me to stop 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 cyberspace looking for melodic theme for little 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 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 number one I was a bit pestered about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that someone thought our risky venture were good enough to copy. I've started thinking that way as well.

Villa in Spain

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

As usual Jon surprised me by coming home base and telling me to put a few essentials into a bag and us leaving within a few minutes.

A few 60 minutes later we were getting into a hire car at Malaga airdrome. We drove down towards Marbella then up towards the hills. The Villa is on the boundary of a belittled wooded expanse that Jon tells me he now owns. As soon as I saw it I started imagining the fun that we could possess in the open in that howling climate. I do hope that Jon decided to act over there permanently.

I'd already taken my dress off within second 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 depend round the shoes. It has its own swimming pool with a tell on area and is virtually surrounded by true pine Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. Inside there are 3 bedrooms, 2 privy, a big capable sofa with a in high spirits 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 punishment room. Jon has had only two pain / pleasure machine installed so far, more about them later.

The start job when we got there was to go back towards Marbella to a titan supermarket to get some food and drink. Jon picked my shortest wench ( 8 inch ) and inadequate craw top for me to wear. The bottom of my fiddling breasts show below my top, and if I do anything other than prevent straightforward upright the dame will either ride-up, showing my bum and cunt, or slip down showing the top of my bum and kitty-cat. Whichever way you look at it I've got to be very careful if there are kids or pitiful looking the great unwashed about. That's the lonesome dame 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 flashes as I reached up or turn down for something. I wasn't paying often attention to former hoi polloi ; I was more interested in getting back to the villa and out into the sun. I knew that my all-over tan was going to get a rattling boost.

There was one moment 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 girl had stopped scanning thing and was looking at me. I wondered what she was looking at then realised that my minuscule top had risen up and was being kept up by my hard nipples.

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

Afterwards we went for a walkway in the woods, over the fence and along dirt tracks. We never saw anyone, which was a bit of a dashing hopes, as we were both au naturel. 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 juices running down my thighs.

The adjacent daybreak Jon got the little 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 difficult getting used to it, and with minute of arc I was riding it around the garden. Jon reminded me that I would call for to put some wearing apparel on when I took it out onto the road.

We only went into Marbella one night ( on the early 3 nights Jon was more matter to in having me out in the loose ). We wandered along the seafront and drank in the busy bars. My skimpy clothes didn't attract practically aid, as there were hundreds of fille wearing nearly as little as me.

Jon took me to this fantastic beach about 7 miles east of Marbella. It has soft grit and dune that you can almost get lost in. Just to spend a penny it even better, it's a nudist beach. Apart from the area near the harbour almost everyone was naked. It was great swimming in the quick sea and lying on the warn, soft sand. Whenever Jon wanted some sex we'd either walk out into the sea or walk in the dunes until we found a quieten lieu where he could have his vicious way with me.

One time we only went to the edge of the dune and while I was impaled on Jon and slowly moving from side to side, three teenage girl walked by and got a eyeshot of my snatch and Jon's balls. His dick was buried deep inside me. The first-class honours degree girl who spotted us told the early 2 and they stared for a spell before walking off giggling.

Punishment Room - as I said, only two machine in there so far, but there are spate of steel rings in the walls, floor and cap. One machine is a sort of electric shock political machine. It's a long metal dildo attached to a pole that is bolted to the flooring. 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 little clamp on the story that keep my big toes in home. I have to stand on my tiptoes because under my heels are switched that good turn on the power. It comes on when I relax and my cad go down. Just to make sure that I can't undo the big toe clamps there are ropes 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 briny socket on the wall. I looked at Jon who just said,"Trust me !"I do.

For the get-go 10 minutes or so it was nil peculiar, just like having a dildo partially in me. After that my wooden leg and pes start to get a bit trite and I started to go down a bit. It's nice as the dildo goes in a bit promote, but then my heels trigger the replacement and I get a jar. Boy did I startle the number 1 time. The control box keeps the voltage low, but it can be increased.

The more tire out my stage got the more daze I got. The more than shocks I got the more arouse and the more pall I got. Jon left me alone for the first 30 or 40 minutes, then started checking on me every 5 minutes or so. Jon can differentiate when my infliction turns to pleasure and when he realised that I was getting close to cumming he turned up the potential difference a bit. Just at the point of no return Jon upped the voltage a bit more and I pushed down on my bounder. I was stood there covered in sweat and almost screaming with pleasure.

Jon had to oblige me up after he'd untied my wrist joint. I really needed that retentive shower and eternal rest afterwards.

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

Jon tie-in me in space, 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 house, but he told me that I was staying there another calendar week on my own. Wow ! I'd young woman Jon, but I knew that I could have some fun.

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

The first of all prison term that I went out on the motor scooter was ‘ interesting ’. I'd put on a curt, thin cotton ‘ A'wench and a tie front thin blouse. At first I was concentrating quite severe as I drove along the roads and really didn't notification what the wind was doing to my clothes. For a start, the wind was keeping my nipples rock hard. The other matter was that my skirt was getting blown up and I had to discontinue a few time to pull it down from my waistline. 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 current of air felt grand on my cunt. I stopped caring about my annulus being round my waist except for when I was in a built-up surface area with good deal of people about. Out in the country I once noticed that my tie front blouse had come undone and my breasts were getting tanned. The blouse was so flimsy that I couldn't feel the difference.

I was really enjoying riding around with my ramification open and the duck soup massaging my pussycat. When I did get off outside a trivial supermarket there was a big wet patch on the seat. The vibrations were causing me to produce lubrication faster than the zephyr could dry it.

After I'd bought some bread and an ice-cream I sat on the route American Stock Exchange eating the ice-cream with my knees bent and my understructure apart. I couldn't have planned it bettor if I'd have thought about it. Some tourists walked up the route on the early position of the street and I didn't realise that my pussy was on full exhibit until a man did a double issue and said, ‘ bloody hell."When I realised what he was looking at I managed not to oppose and just sat there.

I got lost on the way back, and had to stop to buy some petrol. The meeter was a youth of about 19 or 20. I had to ask for his help and repaid him by dropping my money and bending over to pick 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 make it a wearing apparel detached trip. The merely matter 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 swimming. The scoter was out of the dubiousness 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 for certain that I would get arrested.

I didn't placard anyone looking at me as I drove there, although I did take a in conclusion mo roundabout way when I saw a police officer standing on a corner where I would deliver to stop.

There weren't many cars in the car park when I got there and I parked well away from the sand dune. I made a hyphen across the car park and soon relaxed when I got into the sand dune. The day went cracking, my all-over tan improved and I had a relaxing time in the warm sea.



The ‘ fun'started when I decided to go back to the Doroteo Arango. As I walked towards the car green I noticed a lot of cars, and a pack of about 10 noisy youths on motorbikes hanging around near where I was parked. Realising that I had could give birth a bit of a job I hung around for a bit hoping that they would prompt on. While I was standing around 2 distich walked passed me and it was obvious from their aspect that they weren't expecting a bare woman so far from the beach.

Eventually I decided that I couldn't delay any farsighted, and with a pounding heart and a pussy getting progressively surfactant, I started walking towards the car. It wasn't long before they saw me and most of them jumped on their bicycle and started riding beat and brush up me. I knew that if I stopped I would probably birth trouble 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 couple of geographical 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 electrical energy cable's length wasn't that long. Anyway, after I'd been riding it the 2d meter for about 5 minute I was just getting to the degree of no recurrence 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 Lester Willis Young man with a bucket in his helping hand.

Struggling to hold back the orgasm that was about to arrive I asked him who the pit he was. With a big grin he said,"I'm the pool man, come here every Tues. Don't hitch because of me, I like to see a woman enjoying herself."By that prison term I couldn't stop even if I wanted to, so I let it happen. It was even more intense because I had a survive minute, unexpected interview. A reasonable looking one at that.

As my high subsided the man turned and walked over to the syndicate. 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 good afternoon I went for another manner of walking in woods - au naturel of course. It was so peaceable, so ardent, and so natural. I came across the back on another Doroteo Arango and watched a duo having sex in their pool. That turned me on a bit, so I had to allay myself whilst I stood there watching them.

Another day I went windowpane shopping in Marbella. There are some fantastic shops there, but in a lot of them you need a big cant Libra the Balance to buy anything. Not a lot exciting happened although I'm certainly I must accept given some multitude a flash of my goodies. The unhorse cinch kept blowing my skirt up and I couldn't be bothered to do anything about it.

I rode the sea scooter to the local shop just about every morning that workweek, and really enjoyed the feeling of the gentle wind on my pussy as I rode with my knee joint as far apart as I could. The workshop that I usually went to was a little supermarket. I seemed to drop historic period there waiting for the chance to flash some suitable person either by squatting down to look at something on a seat ledge, or bending over to give a outstanding view 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 workweek 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 immobilise the buttocks of my short-change bird as I picked the goodness up after she had rung them into the till. She usually stared at my bald snatch as I slowly counted my Euros out of my purse with one hand as the early 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 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 firm doing something to a au naturel, slim 28 class 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 kitty, and something was squeezing and pulling my mammilla.

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

After what seemed like long time, something else was put in. This time 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 terrible sharply pain in my tit. This compound my orgasm and I screamed out. As I calmed down I realised that the pain in my pap was electricity.

The vibe was removed and I was left for a while. Then the Sami thing happened again, and again, and again. I think it was 4 times 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 longer time 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 light. Had I dreamed it all ? Had I had a great, wet dream ? My pussy was certainly wet and sore, so were my zest. 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 plan when Jon left me to go home 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 dream - I think, Jon had given me a few fantastic orgasms and made me find fantastic.

Later that day we went along the sea-coast to where a cable car goes from in the middle of the village / townspeople, to the top of the mountain. I was only wearing a short, light ‘ A'skirt and rigorous, thin, Caucasian ‘ T'shirt. As we got mellow, it got colder and windy. When we got out at the top it was blowing a gale, a low temperature gale. My annulus was all over the plaza and my teat were threatening to rip the ‘ T'shirt. With that ‘ T'shirt you can always see my coloured pap, but with them that hard the material was really under pressure. It didn't help that Jon had poured some of our drinking weewee on them.

It's a wild home with views for stat mi and all sorting of fantastic doll. However, we couldn't stay long because there were lashings of child there and I was involuntarily giving them a lesson in human biological science. Jon even told me that I could try to give my dame in its proper stead, which is something that I'm normally forbidden to do.

Sunday night - Jon took me to a nightclub in Fuengirola. I wore a little black dress - loose trying on, low cut, spaghetti shoulder strap, and 4 in heels. We both had a few too many drinks and Jon decided that we should get some slumber in the car before returning to the villa.

When I half woke up it was light and I discovered that lodge car commons was constituent of a path that teenager took to their high schoolhouse. I had slept in the reclined rider seat and my garb had ridden up to my waist and my right mitt was gently rubbing my pussy ( I often wake up dong that ).

I managed to protest panicing and stayed still and waited to see what would happen. After a while I heard a young man's part. 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 kitty - still pretending to be asleep. I eased my legs wider and was really going for it when everything went placid. following thing that happened was that the device 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 surely that we'll be going again, and I'm looking forward to having more than ‘ fun'out there.

sexual love,

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