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Hi, my name is Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound figure with blondish hair. In 1998 I quit my boring existence in a footling town in North weal and went to work as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East midland of England. It was a hardy decision to puddle as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advertising in a BDSM magazine publisher that mortal had left in the hairdressers where I worked. I didn't really know what I was letting myself in for, but I really did postulate to do something because my life was so drab and boring. Even the interview for the job was unbelievable, but I was so heroic to vary 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 publish a Journal of my new biography, and he has since created a web land site that it is published on.

HTTP : //www.asstr.org/~Vanessa/

If you care to register my Journal you will discover that my relationship with Jon is rather dissimilar to that of about employee and employer, but I have easily come to realise that I have a liveliness that just could not be more satisfying or enjoyable. I love my life-time and all the little adventure that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a trivial bit of tomentum that grows on my peg, I have no torso hair below my cervix. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with pocket-size ( ish ), pert chest that have small aureoles and titan nipples. When they're laborious Jon says they're like chapel service hat pegs. I have a nice firm, savorless abdomen with a pubic off-white that does mystify out a bit. In my pussy back talk I have 2 little Au halo that Jon put in me. My clitoris is very big and is usually sticking out between my back talk. It's about an inch long with a little labialize chief. Jon sometimes calls it my little dick. I don't own any bras, breeches, trouser, leggings or shorts ; and 90 % of my doll and garb can be described as miniskirt or micro. I used to be a very shy girl, but I've now gone completely the other way, and get a majuscule thrill from letting other people see my body.

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

Jon told me to hold back writing my diary in the summer 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 net looking for ideas for little adventures or incidents that we could manufacture to give birth some fun. We've found one or two news report that appear to be slightly rewritten copies of some of the text in my journal, and one or two that are very exchangeable to some of the risky venture 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 risky venture were good enough to imitate. I've started thinking that way as well.

The escapade I'm about to describe happened in the summer of 2000 and wasn't really planned. It was just a spontaneous reaction ( by Jon ) to something that happened at the house next room access.

The builder Next threshold

Although Jon's house has an upstairs and a downstairs, the business firm on either side only have one trading floor, they're bungalow. in conclusion summertime we noticed quite a bit of bodily process, and quite a bit of noise, at one of them. Looking down from the penalization way window ( we have a 6 feet high fence ) ; we could see that one of our neighbours was having a conservatory built at the rear of their cottage. This gave Jon an idea and he went into the punt garden and moved the big scaffolding bod so that the undersurface was facing where the hothouse was being built.

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

Anyway, Jon got a few plain patch of scaffold and made a tenuous modification to it. He left it so that there was a perpendicular bar about 6 inches from where my pussy is when I'm restrained on it.

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

Just before Jon went to cultivate the next break of day he told me to cover my figurehead with suntan lotion and to go and realise myself comfortable on the scaffolding skeleton. After he finished his breakfast, he came outside and tied my ankles and wrist to the flesh. He then pulled a blindfold out of his pocket and put it on me.

There I was, naked, spread-eagle, and tied down with the prospect of being like that for the adjacent 8 or 9 hours. It was a typical British people summertime's day, wet and not very warm. For what seemed like a duet of 60 minutes I was quite frigidity and not very happy. Even the cerebration of what might happen wasn't keeping me warm.

About lunchtime ( my tummy was telling me it was lunchtime ) I started to warm up up and could hear some haphazardness from following room access. My mind started having imagination of the time that our conservatory was built and I was spread-eagle on the bed with the detergent builder taking photographs of me ( see my journal ). That metre Jon had some ascendancy over the builder, but this time he didn't have any. If, when, they discovered me, they'd be able to do anything they liked to me. The piece of scaffolding that Jon had fixed about 6 inches from my snatch would make it difficult for someone to actually fuck me, but not impossible. All they needed was a spanner.

As time went on I got heater and wetter, and not from the rain. I was having a wet daydream remembering some of the exciting multiplication that I've had. All of a sudden I heard a man shout,"nookie inferno ! Come and have a flavour at this."Everything went tranquility and I knew that they'd seen me. If I was wet before, then I was getting drenched then. That nice prickling in my lower stomach and pussy was starting again.

I could hear them talking, but couldn't make out the words. After a while everything went quiet. Were they coming round, had the gone for their lunch, or what ? The anticipation and not knowing was getting me even more energise. I could feel my pussy juice trickling down between my stern cheeks.

After what seemed like hours I heard the side gate open. Next I heard groundwork walking towards me. I knew they were there, but I couldn't see them. I thought I felt something jot my right mammilla, but it could have imagined it. Even so, I gasped a fiddling.

Still there was silence. I was just starting to think that they'd gone away when I heard a man cough."how-do-you-do, is anyone there ?"I said. After about a mo, a young sounding man's voice said,"Are you all right ?"

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

"My Master restrained me here this daybreak. It's my punishment for not obeying him."I said."Your superior ! That means that you're his slave ?"the tone of his voice 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 long intermission a secondly man's interpreter said,"Right then, you won't mind if we ‘ abuse'you a bit will you ?"With that I felt a rough handwriting snatch my right wing breast and start mauling it. Then another manus on my left breast. My mamilla ( which were rock hard ) 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 irregular man said,"If you want to neglect an opportunity like this then bugger of and finish putting that roof on. I'm going to have got a piece of this slut."After a bit more teat pulling I heard the position logic gate clap, then I felt a hired hand on my pussy. As a digit went inside me, the man said,"You're loving this aren't you ?"I was, but I didn't say so.

The mitt on my pussy backed off. Then I felt the little rings in my cunt lips being pulled around. Then my clit was grabbed and pulled. It was pulled so hard that I screamed. Both handwriting went away and I felt the whole scaffolding build motion.

"What bastard put that fucking pole between your legs ?"he asked. I didn't answer him. After the whole frame moved another duo of times everything went quiet before I heard a zip unfasten. Then I heard what must have been the man climbing into the frame because the following thing that I knew was that I felt his dick force my mouth open."Suck that gripe"he said. So I did.



He was stood above my heading with his balls bouncing on my cheek and I couldn't get much of his shaft in my sassing, but it didn't long for him to cum. His jism didn't gustatory sensation as nice as Jon's, but there was mountain of it. I had trouble swallowing it without choking.

After he shot his load into my backtalk there was a farseeing pause before I felt him climb off the physical body."I'm off for a wrench, don't go away."He said laughingly. There was a few seconds tranquility and I was thinking,"Oh damn, Jon's not going to wish this,"when I heard Jon say,"Can I help you ?"

"Err um, me and my mate are working next room access and have just seen your slave, err charwoman. I though I'd upright ejaculate and see that she was all right."He said."Thank you for your fear, but she's all right wing, aren't you 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 thing from the upstairs windowpane 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 get care of me in a minute, and leaving the blindfold in place he disappeared.

About ten proceedings later he returned with a spanner and took the spear carrier poll off. I thought that he was going to sleep together me then, but he didn't, he left me and came back a bit later."Wanted to make sure we had an hearing,"he said as he rammed his pecker into me.

I was getting close to cumming, but not close enough, as Jon shot his lode into me. When he pulled out of me I said,"captain, please make me cum, I need to cum."Jon ignored me and went inside. I was just coming to the conclusion that my defeat 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 first coming of the day. Then the instant. Just as the third base was starting to build up, the vibe was removed and Jon took the blindfold off. He untied my wrists and mortise joint and told me to go and get a shower bath. It took ages for my middle to get used to the sunshine, and when I looked over towards where the constructor were working, the conservatory roof looked as though it was finished, and I couldn't see anyone.

When I got upstairs I looked out of the front window and saw the constructor's van campaign off.

I have other experiences that Jon has told me to document. I'm sure that Jon will get me to issue all of them on my web Sir Frederick Handley Page as and when he's read them, and is happy with them.

Love

Vanessa