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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 boring existence in a little town in North Wales and went to work as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East Midland of England. It was a brave conclusion to make as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advertizing in a BDSM mag that somebody 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 boring. Even the interview for the job was unconvincing, but I was so dire to deepen my life sentence 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 spell a Journal of my new life sentence, and he has since created a web site that it is published on.

hypertext transfer protocol : //www.asstr.org/~Vanessa/

If you care to read my Journal you will discover that my relationship with Jon is rather different to that of to the highest degree employee and employer, but I have easily come to substantiate that I have a life that just could not be more satisfying or pleasurable. I love my life story and all the slight adventures that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a lilliputian bit of haircloth that grows on my legs, I have no body hair below my neck opening. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with small-scale ( ish ), saucy breasts that have modest aureoles and whale nipples. When they're hard Jon says they're like chapel hat rowlock. I have a nice firm, flat stomach with a pubic ivory that does wedge out a bit. In my cunt back talk I have 2 little amber rings that Jon put in me. My clit is very prominent and is usually sticking out between my lips. It's about an inch long with a footling unit of ammunition read/write head. Jon sometimes calls it my little dick. I don't own any bras, knickers, trousers, legging or short circuit ; and 90 % of my wench and clothes can be described as mini or micro. I used to be a very shy daughter, but I've now gone completely the early way, and get a great shudder from letting early mass see my body.

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

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

Both Jon and I have been scouring the cyberspace looking for mind 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 copies of some of the text in my Journal, and one or two that are very similar to some of the risky venture that we've had and that I've written about in my diary. At offset I was a bit annoyed about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that someone thought our adventure were good enough to copy. I've started thinking that way as well.

The adventure I'm about to describe happened in the summertime of 2000 and wasn't really planned. It was just a spontaneous reaction ( by Jon ) to something that happened at the house following threshold.

The Builders Next Door

Although Jon's house has an upstairs and a downstairs, the menage on either side only have one floor, they're bungalow. last summer we noticed quite a bit of activity, and quite a bit of randomness, at one of them. Looking down from the punishment room window ( we have a 6 feet high fencing ) ; we could see that one of our neighbour was having a conservatory built at the rear of their bungalow. This gave Jon an idea and he went into the back garden and moved the big staging human body so that the ass was facing where the conservatoire was being built.

The scaffolding figure is a bit like a big bed, but about 10 groundwork long, and 6 foot wide of the mark. It has 2 padded cross extremity and some webbing strap across it. I've spent many a happy hour strapped to it spreadeagle, both facing the ground, and the sky. I've also got a few layer of all-over suntan when I've been on it.

Anyway, Jon got a few spare pieces of scaffold and made a thin modification to it. He left it so that there was a vertical bar about 6 inches from where my cunt is when I'm restrained on it.

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

Just before Jon went to work out the succeeding dawning he told me to cover up my front with tan application and to go and realize myself comfortable on the scaffolding frame. After he finished his breakfast, he came outside and tied my ankle joint and wrists to the skeleton. 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 vista of being like that for the succeeding 8 or 9 hr. It was a typical British summer's day, wet and not very warm. For what seemed like a distich of hours I was quite cold-blooded and not very felicitous. Even the thought process of what might happen wasn't keeping me warm.

About lunchtime ( my breadbasket was telling me it was lunchtime ) I started to warm up and could take heed some interference from adjacent room access. My mind started having visions of the time that our conservatory was built and I was spread-eagle on the bed with the builders taking photograph of me ( see my journal ). That meter Jon had some command over the builders, but this prison term 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 kitty would make it hard for someone to actually bonk me, but not impossible. All they needed was a spanner.

As clock time went on I got warmer and wetter, and not from the rain. I was having a wet daydream remembering some of the arouse time that I've had. All of a sudden I heard a man shout,"roll in the hay hell ! Come and have a look at this."Everything went restrained and I knew that they'd seen me. If I was wet before, then I was getting drenched then. That decent tingling in my lower breadbasket and puss was starting again.

I could get a line them talking, but couldn't make out the words. After a piece everything went quiet. Were they coming troll, had the gone for their lunch, or what ? The expectation and not knowing was getting me even more excited. I could experience my slit juice trickling down between my backside cheeks.

After what seemed alike hours I heard the side logic gate open. adjacent I heard base walking towards me. I knew they were there, but I couldn't see them. I thought I felt something touch my right mammilla, but it could have imagined it. Even so, I gasped a little.

Still there was silence. I was just starting to reckon that they'd gone away when I heard a man cough."Hello, is anyone there ?"I said. After about a minute, a new sounding man's part said,"Are you all right ?"

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

"My master key restrained me here this daybreak. It's my punishment for not obeying him."I said."Your Master ! That means that you're his striver ?"the tone of his part 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 felicitous about that ?"was the answer. I just said,"Yes"and waited.

After a tenacious pause a second man's voice said,"Right then, you won't mind if we ‘ abuse'you a bit will you ?"With that I felt a jolty hand catch my right chest and start mauling it. Then another hand on my result breast. My nipples ( which were rock hard ) were being pulled in every guidance. It was hurting, but it was nice.

"You shouldn't be doing that,"the starting time man's voice said. The second base man said,"If you want to miss 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 nipple pulling I heard the side gate fringe, then I felt a mitt on my snatch. As a finger went inside me, the man said,"You're loving this aren't you ?"I was, but I didn't say so.

The handwriting on my pussy backed off. Then I felt the niggling rings in my snatch lips being pulled around. Then my clit was grabbed and pulled. It was pulled so punishing that I screamed. Both workforce went away and I felt the whole scaffolding skeleton move.

"What bastard put that fucking pole between your legs ?"he asked. I didn't answer him. After the completely frame of reference moved another pair 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 next thing that I knew was that I felt his hawkshaw power my lip receptive."Suck that bitch"he said. So I did.



He was stood above my top dog with his chunk bouncing on my human face and I couldn't get much of his peter in my mouth, but it didn't long for him to cum. His jism didn't taste as nice as Jon's, but there was destiny of it. I had trouble swallowing it without choking.

After he shot his load into my lip there was a farsighted pause before I felt him mount off the frame."I'm off for a spanner, don't go away."He said laughingly. There was a few seconds tranquilize and I was thinking,"Oh diddley, Jon's not going to wish this,"when I heard Jon say,"Can I help you ?"

"Err um, me and my better half are working next door and possess just seen your striver, err woman. I though I'd wagerer come and see that she was all right."He said."Thank you for your concern, but she's all right, aren't you Vanessa ?"Jon replied. Before I had chance to answer, the man said,"right wing 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 completely thing from the upstairs window and he asked me what the man's jism tasted like."Not as decent as yours Master."I answered. Jon then told me that he'd take up care of me in a instant, and leaving the blindfold in place he disappeared.

About ten minutes later he returned with a spanner and took the additional opinion poll off. I thought that he was going to fuck me then, but he didn't, he left me and came back a bit later."Wanted to pretend sure as shooting we had an interview,"he said as he rammed his dick into me.

I was getting close to cumming, but not close enough, as Jon shot his load into me. When he pulled out of me I said,"superior, please make me cum, I need to cum."Jon ignored me and went inside. I was just coming to the end that my frustration 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 world-class sexual climax of the day. Then the second. Just as the tierce was starting to build up, the vibration was removed and Jon took the blindfold off. He untied my wrists and ankles and told me to go and get a exhibitor. It took ages for my eyes to get used to the sunlight, and when I looked over towards where the builders were working, the conservatory cap looked as though it was finished, and I couldn't see anyone.

When I got upstairs I looked out of the forepart windowpane and saw the builder's van movement 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 page as and when he's show them, and is happy with them.

Love

Vanessa