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Hi, my figure is Vanessa. I was born in Dec 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound figure with blondish hair's-breadth. In 1998 I quit my drilling cosmos in a slight town in due north Wales and went to mold as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the eastern United States Midlands of England. It was a brave determination to make as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advert 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 life was so drab and oil production. Even the interview for the job was unbelievable, but I was so desperate to deepen my life history 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 drop a line a Journal of my new life, and he has since created a web internet site that it is published on.

If you care to record my Journal you will discover that my relationship with Jon is rather different to that of nearly employee and employer, but I have easily come to realise that I have a life that just could not be more comforting or pleasurable. I love my lifespan and all the little risky venture that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a niggling bit of hairsbreadth that grows on my ramification, I have no eubstance tomentum below my cervix. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with small ( ish ), irreverent chest that have small-scale aureoles and titan pap. When they're hard Jon says they're like chapel service hat rowlock. I have a gracious firm, flatbed stomach with a pubic bone that does stick out a bit. In my puss lips I have 2 short gold band that Jon put in me. My clitoris is very striking and is usually sticking out between my mouth. It's about an column inch long with a little round out point. Jon sometimes calls it my little dick. I don't own any bandeau, bloomers, trousers, leggings or shorts ; and 90 % of my wench and garb can be described as miniskirt or micro. I used to be a very shy little girl, 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 live up to the people who asked. If it isn't, perhaps they would like to email me with particular questions.

Jon told me to hold back writing my Journal in the summertime of 1999, but has recently asked me to document, some of the more concern experiences that we have had since then.

Both Jon and I have been scouring the Internet looking for thought for footling adventures or incidents that we could manufacture to have some fun. We've found one or two story that appear to be slightly rewritten copies of some of the textbook in my Journal, and one or two that are very interchangeable to some of the adventures that we've had and that I've written about in my Journal. At first of all I was a bit annoyed about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that someone thought our risky venture were ripe enough to copy. I've started thinking that way as well.

Villa in Spain

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

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

A few time of day later we were getting into a hire car at Malaga aerodrome. We drove down towards Marbella then up towards the hill. The Francisco Villa is on the edge of a little wooded expanse that Jon tells me he now owns. As soon as I saw it I started imagining the fun that we could accept in the open in that howling mood. I do trust that Jon decided to move over there permanently.

I'd already taken my clothes off within arcminute 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 shoes. It has its own swim pool with a grassed country and is virtually surrounded by pine trees. Inside there are 3 bedroom, 2 toilet, a big exposed lounge with a luxuriously 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 cellar is our Spanish Punishment room. Jon has had only two painful sensation / pleasance machines installed so far, more about them later.

The first gear job when we got there was to go back towards Marbella to a giant supermarket to get some food and crapulence. Jon picked my shortest skirt ( 8 inches ) and light craw top for me to fatigue. The bottom of my little breasts show below my top, and if I do anything early than keep open straight upright the skirt will either ride-up, showing my bum and kitty-cat, or slide down showing the top of my bum and pussy. Whichever way you look at it I've got to be very careful if there are kids or miserable looking mass about. That's the but doll that Jon will let me take out straight when I'm with him. Anyway, it didn't take long to get there and I gave a few people newsflash as I reached up or bent down for something. I wasn't paying a great deal 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 real encouragement.

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 little 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 nipple.

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

Afterwards we went for a walk in the wood, over the fence and along dirt data track. We never saw anyone, which was a bit of a disappointment, as we were both naked. At one item 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 succus running down my thighs.

The succeeding sunup Jon got the little motor scooter out of the service department and showed me how everything works. I'd never ridden a motorbike or a motor scooter before, but it wasn't hard getting used to it, and with proceedings I was riding it around the garden. Jon reminded me that I would necessitate to put some clothes on when I took it out onto the road.

We only went into Marbella one Nox ( on the other 3 night Jon was more concerned in having me out in the surface ). We wandered along the seafront and drank in the busy bars. My skimpy clothes didn't attract practically attention, as there were one C of girls wearing nearly as piddling as me.

Jon took me to this fantastic beach about 7 miles east of Marbella. It has lenient sand and sand dune that you can almost get lost in. Just to clear it even better, it's a naturist beach. Apart from the area near the harbor almost everyone was naked. It was great swimming in the warm 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 sand dune until we found a repose place where he could have his vicious way with me.

One time we only went to the sharpness of the dune and while I was impaled on Jon and slowly moving from side to side, three teenage lady friend walked by and got a view of my slit and Jon's globe. His dick was buried thick inside me. The first girl who spotted us told the former 2 and they stared for a while before walking off giggling.

Punishment Room - as I said, only two machines in there so far, but there are lots of sword rings in the paries, floor and cap. One machine is a sort of electrical shock automobile. It's a long metal dildo attached to a celestial 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 slight clamps on the floor that keep my big toes in place. I have to stand on my tiptoes because under my heels are switched that crook on the power. It comes on when I relax and my bounder go down. Just to urinate sure that I can't undo the big toe clinch there are ropes hanging down from the ceiling that Jon fastens to my wrists.

I was a bit unquiet when I first saw the wires that went from it to a control social unit then to a briny socket on the wall. I looked at Jon who just said,"Trust me !"I do.

For the first 10 min or so it was nothing special, just like having a dildo partially in me. After that my legs and invertebrate foot 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 electric switch and I get a jolt. Boy did I alternate the starting time sentence. The control box keeps the voltage low, but it can be increased.

The more weary my stage got the more shocks I got. The more shocks I got the more excited and the more banal 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 tell when my pain 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 distributor point of no return Jon upped the emf a bit more and I pushed down on my hound. I was stood there covered in fret and almost screaming with pleasure.

Jon had to hold me up after he'd undo my wrists. I really needed that long shower and nap afterwards.

The other pleasure simple machine is like a small gym 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 floor between some R-2 so that he can tie me down on it once I've knelt down and impaled myself on it. The rophy hold me back with my wrists tied to the floor behind me.

Jon ties 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 base, 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 aerodrome I drove back to the Villa planning what I was going to do with my hebdomad in the sun all on my own.

The first time that I went out on the scooter was ‘ interest ’. I'd put on a dead, thin cotton fiber ‘ A'skirt and a tie front thin blouse. At first I was concentrating quite hard as I drove along the road and really didn't notice what the flatus was doing to my clothes. For a start, the wind was keeping my mamilla rock hard. The other thing was that my skirt was getting blown up and I had to intercept a few times to pull it down from my waistline. After a while I got more positive and started relaxing a bit. I soon discovered that if I sat forward on the seat, lounged back and opened my knee joint, the wind felt wonderful on my twat. I stopped caring about my skirt being round my waist except for when I was in a built-up area with lots of people about. Out in the country I once noticed that my tie strawman blouse had come undone and my tit were getting tanned. The blouse was so dilute that I couldn't feel the difference.

I was really enjoying riding around with my pegleg open and the breeze massaging my snatch. When I did get off outside a little supermarket there was a big wet patch on the rump. 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 bit eating the ice-cream with my knees bent and my invertebrate foot apart. I couldn't have planned it in effect if I'd have thought about it. Some tourer walked up the route on the other position of the street and I didn't realise that my pussy was on wax display 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 quit to buy some petrol. The accompaniment was a early days of about 19 or 20. I had to ask for his service 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 twenty-four hours on the beach. Feeling brave when I got up I decided to make it a dress free trip. The only when thing 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 swim. The iceboat was out of the question for 2 reasons. The first was that it was too far for me, and I didn't fancy the principal route. The second was that I was for sure that I would get arrested.

I didn't notice anyone looking at me as I drove there, although I did take a cobbler's last minute roundabout way when I saw a policeman standing on a nook where I would have to stop.

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



The ‘ fun'started when I decided to go back to the villa. As I walked towards the car Mungo Park I noticed a lot of railroad car, and a bunch of about 10 noisy young person on motorbikes hanging around near where I was parked. Realising that I had could induce a bit of a job I hung around for a bit hoping that they would move on. While I was standing around 2 mates walked passed me and it was obvious from their feel that they weren't expecting a au naturel woman so far from the beach.

Eventually I decided that I couldn't wait any longer, and with a pounding philia 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 round and labialise me. I knew that if I stopped I would probably have difficultness 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 mi before giving up and going somewhere else.

A mates of times I took the penalization political 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 second time for about 5 moment I was just getting to the breaker point of no issue 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 Thomas Young man with a bucket in his hired hand.

Struggling to hold back the orgasm that was about to make it I asked him who the the pits he was. With a big grin he said,"I'm the puddle man, come here every Tues. Don't stop consonant because of me, I like to see a woman enjoying herself."By that time I couldn't lay off even if I wanted to, so I let it materialize. It was even more vivid because I had a last minute, unexpected audience. A sensible looking one at that.

As my senior 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 nigh exposed so what the hell, tease him some more.

One good afternoon I went for another pass in Grant Wood - bare of path. It was so peaceable, so quick, and so rude. I came across the book binding on another villa and watched a twosome 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 windowpane shopping in Marbella. There are some fantastic shop there, but in a lot of them you need a big savings bank proportion to buy anything. Not a lot exciting happened although I'm for sure I must have given some people a instant of my goodies. The light duck soup kept blowing my skirt 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 feeling of the breeze on my kitty as I rode with my genu as far apart as I could. The shop that I usually went to was a little supermarket. I seemed to spend historic period there waiting for the opportunity to winkle some suited person either by squatting down to front at something on a bottom shelf, or bending over to grant a nifty view of my ass.

The shop appeared to be run by an oldish man and a adolescent girl who was usually on the checkout. By the end of the week the old man was smiling at me and following me about. The girl got her plowshare as well, for some understanding I always managed to trap the hindquarters of my short skirt as I picked the good 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 early held the bread etc. ( and my skirt ).

On the Friday Night I was having a ‘ wet'aspiration when I woke up with what I thought to be a burglar in the room. I lay there frightened but tranquility, 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, slim 28 year old that was sleeping without covers.

He walked up to the bed then put something over my oral fissure. I passed out.

When I woke up it was still dour, 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 scant time the something in my pussy was twisted round of drinks and pushed in and out a bit. My pussy responded and the pain turned to slight pleasure. It was then removed.

After what seemed like years, something else was put in. This clock 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 sharp pain in my nipples. This heighten my orgasm and I screamed out. As I calmed down I realised that the pain in my mamilla was electricity.

The vibe was removed and I was left for a while. Then the same 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 mouth 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 expectant, wet dream ? My snatch was certainly wet and sore, so were my nips. I got up and went and had a shower.

When I walked into the kitchen I was surprised to see Jon eating breakfast. The pilot program when Jon left me to go base the previous weekend was that I would fly home on my own.

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

Later that day we went along the coast to where a cable car goes from in the centre of the village / township, to the top of the spate. I was only wearing a short, wakeful ‘ A'skirt and stringent, thin, White person ‘ T'shirt. As we got higher, 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 space and my nipples were threatening to rip the ‘ T'shirt. With that ‘ T'shirt you can always see my obscure nipples, but with them that hard the stuff was really under imperativeness. It didn't help that Jon had poured some of our drinking water on them.

It's a fantastic post with purview for miles and all sorting of wild razzing. However, we couldn't stay long because there were lots of child there and I was involuntarily giving them a lesson in human biology. Jon even told me that I could try to have got my skirt in its proper place, which is something that I'm normally forbidden to do.

Sun night - Jon took me to a nightclub in Fuengirola. I wore a little Shirley Temple Black frock - unleash fitting, low cut, spaghetti straps, and 4 in dog. We both had a few too many deglutition and Jon decided that we should get some rest in the car before returning to the villa.

When I half woke up it was illuminate and I discovered that nightclub car green was parting of a route that teenager took to their high schooltime. I had slept in the repose passenger bottom and my attire had ridden up to my shank and my right hand was gently rubbing my pussy ( I often wake up dong that ).

I managed to withstand panicing and stayed still and waited to see what would happen. 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 sec there were Sir Thomas More voices, Male and female. I decided to up the ante and really started playing with my snatch - still pretending to be deceased. I eased my legs wider and was really going for it when everything went tranquility. next thing that happened was that the number one wood's threshold opened and Jon got in saying,"Did I spoil your fun ?"

We went back to the Francisco Villa and packed. That good 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.

passion,

V