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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 name with blondish fuzz. In 1998 I quit my boring beingness in a little town in magnetic north Cambria and went to work as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the due east Midland of England. It was a brave decision to make as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advertisement in a BDSM powder store that somebody had left in the stylist where I worked. I didn't really recognize what I was letting myself in for, but I really did involve to do something because my spirit was so drab and boring. Even the interview for the job was unbelievable, but I was so desperate 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 write a Journal of my new lifetime, and he has since created a web web site that it is published on.

If you care to scan my daybook you will come upon that my family relationship with Jon is rather unlike to that of well-nigh employee and employer, but I have easily come to see that I have a life that just could not be more satisfying or pleasurable. I love my life and all the little escapade that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a little bit of haircloth that grows on my legs, I have no body hair below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with small ( ish ), pert tit that have small aureoles and jumbo pap. When they're heavily Jon says they're like chapel service hat pegs. I have a nice business firm, flat stomach with a pubic os that does adhere out a bit. In my cunt backtalk I have 2 little gold rings that Jon put in me. My button is very striking and is usually sticking out between my back talk. It's about an inch long with a piffling bout head. Jon sometimes calls it my little dick. I don't own any bras, knee breeches, trouser, leggings or shorts ; and 90 % of my doll and dresses can be described as mini or micro. I used to be a very shy daughter, but I've now gone completely the other way, and get a great thrill from letting other people see my body.

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

Jon told me to stop writing my daybook in the summertime of 1999, but has recently asked me to document, some of the more occupy experiences that we have had since then.

Both Jon and I have been scouring the cyberspace looking for ideas for picayune escapade or incidents that we could cook up to have some fun. We've found one or two stories that appear to be slightly rewritten copy of some of the textbook in my diary, and one or two that are very interchangeable to some of the escapade 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 ripe enough to copy. I've started thinking that way as well.

Villa in Spain

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

As usual Jon surprised me by coming home and telling me to put a few necessity 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 mound. The villa is on the edge of a small wooded surface 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 open in that wonderful climate. I do hope that Jon decided to move over there permanently.

I'd already taken my dress off within minutes of getting into the car at Malaga airdrome, and as soon as Jon pulled up at the gate I jumped out of the car and ran to look round the place. It has its own swim pool with a grassed area and is virtually surrounded by pine trees. Inside there are 3 sleeping room, 2 lav, a big spread out lounge with a high gear ceiling, 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 cellar is our Spanish people Punishment room. Jon has had only two infliction / joy machines installed so far, more about them later.

The first job when we got there was to go back towards Marbella to a goliath supermarket to get some food and drink. Jon picked my shortest doll ( 8 inch ) and shortest harvest top for me to fatigue. The hind end of my lilliputian knocker show below my top, and if I do anything former than keep straight person upright the skirt will either ride-up, showing my bum and pussy, or slide down showing the top of my bum and slit. Whichever way you look at it I've got to be very careful if there are small fry or miserable looking people about. That's the only 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 flash bulb as I reached up or deflect down for something. I wasn't paying much care to early people ; 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 really boost.

There was one second at the check-out that I remember. I was reaching over to get the food to put into the purse 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 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 swim. We both went and I pleaded with Jon for him to fuck me in the piddle. I love that feeling.

Afterwards we went for a walk in the forest, over the fence and along turd caterpillar track. We never saw anyone, which was a bit of a letdown, as we were both naked. At one power point Jon got me to bend over a fallen Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree while he rammed into me. We walked on with his hawkshaw still pointing to the sun and our juices running down my thighs.

The next aurora Jon got the small 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 bit 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 route.

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

Jon took me to this fantastic beach about 7 miles east of Marbella. It has indulgent Sand 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 seaport almost everyone was naked. It was great swimming in the lovesome sea and lying on the warn, soft Baroness Dudevant. Whenever Jon wanted some sex we'd either walk out into the sea or walk in the dunes until we found a silence place where he could consume his evil way with me.

One sentence 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 girls walked by and got a view of my pussy and Jon's nut. His dick was buried deeply inside me. The first gear lady friend who spotted us told the other 2 and they stared for a while before walking off giggling.

Punishment room - as I said, only two simple machine in there so far, but there are lots of blade rings in the walls, floor and ceiling. One simple machine is a sort of electric shock machine. It's a long metal dildo attached to a Pole that is bolted to the floor. The superlative 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 clamps on the level that hold open my big toes in situation. I have to stand on my tiptoes because under my heels are switched that turn on the exponent. It comes on when I relax and my blackguard go down. Just to make water 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 wires that went from it to a mastery building block then to a main socket on the paries. I looked at Jon who just said,"trustfulness me !"I do.

For the first 10 moment or so it was nothing particular, just like having a dildo partially in me. After that my legs and feet start to get a bit wear out and I started to go down a bit. It's nice as the dildo goes in a bit further, but then my cad trigger the switch and I get a jolt. Boy did I stand out the first clip. The dominance box keeps the voltage low, but it can be increased.

The more tired my peg got the more shocks I got. The more electric shock I got the more excited and the more tired I got. Jon left me alone for the first 30 or 40 arcminute, then started checking on me every 5 minutes or so. Jon can tell when my painful sensation turns to pleasure and when he realised that I was getting close to cumming he turned up the potential a bit. Just at the stage of no return 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 wrist. I really needed that long shower and sopor afterwards.

The former pleasure auto is like a small gym horse with no stage. The difference of opinion is that it's got a big electrical vibe sticking out of the top. Jon's had it positioned on the base between some rope so that he can tie me down on it once I've knelt down and impaled myself on it. The ropes hold me back with my wrists tied to the floor behind me.

Jon ties me in place, switches it on and then leaves me to it. The showtime time that I used it I'd cum 4 multiplication 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 hebdomad on my own. Wow ! I'd young lady 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 week in the sun all on my own.

The first time that I went out on the water scooter was ‘ interesting ’. I'd put on a poor, tenuous cotton ‘ A'skirt and a tie front thin blouse. At for the first time I was concentrating quite tough as I drove along the route and really didn't placard what the wind was doing to my clothes. For a scratch line, the confidential information was keeping my tit rock hard. The former affair was that my dame was getting blown up and I had to stop a few fourth dimension to pull it down from my waistline. After a while I got more confident and started relaxing a bit. I soon discovered that if I sat forward on the tail end, lounged back and opened my knee, the wind felt howling on my pussy. I stopped caring about my skirt being circle my waist except for when I was in a built-up field with lots of multitude 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 that I couldn't feel the difference.

I was really enjoying riding around with my legs unfastened and the cinch massaging my pussy. When I did get off outside a little supermarket there was a big wet darn on the posterior. The vibrations were causing me to develop 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 knees 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 the street and I didn't realise that my kitty-cat was on replete display until a man did a double proceeds 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 cease to buy some gasolene. The attendee was a youth of about 19 or 20. I had to ask for his assistant and repaid him by dropping my money and deflection over to piece it up giving him a with child sight 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 dress disengage trip. The only matter that I took with me that could be used to cross 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 question 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 take a end min detour when I saw a policeman standing on a corner where I would consume to stop.

There weren't many machine in the car park when I got there and I parked well away from the dunes. I made a panache 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 relaxing metre in the fond sea.



The ‘ fun'started when I decided to go back to the villa. As I walked towards the car parkland I noticed a lot of automobile, and a bunch of about 10 noisy young on motorbike hanging around near where I was parked. Realising that I had could let a bit of a problem I hung around for a bit hoping that they would displace on. While I was standing around 2 couples walked passed me and it was obvious from their look that they weren't expecting a naked woman so far from the beach.

Eventually I decided that I couldn't wait any longer, and with a hammering heart and a cunt getting progressively wetter, I started walking towards the car. It wasn't long before they saw me and about of them jumped on their bicycle and started riding stave and round me. I knew that if I stopped I would probably sustain 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 second joint, I reached the car and got in. Some of them followed me for a couple of sea mile before giving up and going somewhere else.

A twain of times I took the penalisation 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 indorse time for about 5 hour I was just getting to the breaker point of no take 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 untested man with a bucket in his script.

Struggling to moderate back the orgasm that was about to get I asked him who the hell he was. With a big smile he said,"I'm the pool man, fall here every Tuesday. Don't stop because of me, I like to see a woman enjoying herself."By that meter I couldn't break even if I wanted to, so I let it happen. It was even more than intense because I had a hold out minute, unexpected hearing. A reasonable looking one at that.

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

One afternoon I went for another walk in Ellen Price Wood - defenseless of trend. It was so peaceful, so ardent, and so natural. I came across the spine on another Villa and watched a couple having sex in their kitty. That turned me on a bit, so I had to relieve myself whilst I stood there watching them.

Another day I went windowpane shopping in Marbella. There are some grand store there, but in a lot of them you need a big bank balance to buy anything. Not a lot exciting happened although I'm for sure I must possess given some citizenry a flash of my goodies. The light child's play kept blowing my doll up and I couldn't be bothered to do anything about it.

I rode the scooter to the topical anaesthetic shops just about every morning that week, and really enjoyed the intuitive feeling of the piece of cake on my pussy as I rode with my knees as far apart as I could. The store that I usually went to was a little supermarket. I seemed to drop ages there waiting for the chance to flash some suited person either by squatting down to search at something on a bum shelf, or bending over to founder a great view of my ass.

The shop appeared to be run by an oldish man and a teenage missy who was usually on the checkout counter. 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 immobilize the bottom of my curtly skirt as I picked the goodness up after she had rung them into the till. She usually stared at my denudate pussy as I slowly counted my Euros out of my purse with one hand as the former held the bread etc. ( and my annulus ).

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 balk doing something to a bare, lose weight 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 gloomy, and I was tied, spread-eagle, face down. I was blindfold, had something over my capitulum, something very solid in my pussy, and something was squeezing and pulling my mammilla.

After a short clip the something in my pussy was twisted stave and pushed in and out a bit. My pussycat responded and the hurting turned to slight pleasure. It was then removed.

After what seemed the likes of geezerhood, 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 wicked incisive pain in my nipples. This intensified my orgasm and I screamed out. As I calmed down I realised that the bother in my nipples was electricity.

The vibe was removed and I was left for a while. Then the Saame thing 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 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 lightness. Had I dreamed it all ? Had I had a great, wet dream ? My pussycat 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 programme when Jon left me to go home the previous weekend was that I would fly home on my own.

"Had a near night ?"was all that Jon said, but I knew then that it wasn't a dream - I think, Jon had given me a few grotesque climax and made me finger fantastic.

Later that day we went along the coast to where a line car goes from in the heart of the village / town, to the top of the mountain. I was only wearing a little, light ‘ A'skirt and pie-eyed, thin, white ‘ T'shirt. As we got high-pitched, it got colder and windy. When we got out at the top it was blowing a gale, a cold gale. My skirt 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 tit, but with them that hard the textile was really under pressure level. It didn't assist that Jon had poured some of our drunkenness piddle on them.

It's a grotesque place with views for international nautical mile and all sorts of barbarian birds. However, we couldn't stay long because there were heap of kids there and I was involuntarily giving them a object lesson in man biology. Jon even told me that I could try to hold my skirt in its proper berth, which is something that I'm normally forbidden to do.

Sunday night - Jon took me to a nightclub in Fuengirola. I wore a petty black frock - loose try-on, low cut, spaghetti straps, and 4 inch dog. 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 route that stripling took to their high schoolhouse. I had slept in the lean back passenger buttocks and my dress had ridden up to my waist and my proper paw was gently rubbing my pussy ( I often wake up dong that ).

I managed to resist panicing and stayed still and waited to see what would find. After a while I heard a young 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 leg wider and was really going for it when everything went calm down. side by side thing that happened was that the device driver's room access opened and Jon got in saying,"Did I spoil your fun ?"

We went back to the Francisco 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.

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