Hi, my name is Vanessa. I was born in December
1975 and now have a 34AĖ24Ė35 95-pound figure with blond hair. 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 Midlands of England. It was a
brave decision to make as Iíd applied for the job after seeing the job advert
in a BDSM magazine that someone had left in the hairdressers where I worked. I
didnít 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 unbelievable, but I was so desperate to change 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 write a Journal of my new life, and he has since created a web
site that it is published on.
If you care to read my Journal you will
discover that my relationship with Jon is rather different to that of most
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 life and all the
little adventures that Jon and I get up to.
Quite a few people who have read my Journal
have asked for both photographs of me and for me to describe myself a bit more.
Well, Jon says that he doesnít want me to send any photographs. It would be a
bit difficult anyway, as he hasnít got a scanner or a digital camera any more.
The digital camera that he did have got broken (Jon accidentally gave it a
swimming lesson) and he hasnít got round to getting a replacement yet.
As for describing myself, Iím blond, at one
point shortly after starting working for Jon he got my hair cut very short just
like a boyís. Itís now long enough to have 2 short pony-tails, just like I
did when I was a schoolgirl. Apart from a little bit of hair that grows on my
legs, I have no body hair below my neck. Itís all been removed with
electrolysis. Iím slim with small(ish), pert breasts that have small aureoles
and giant nipples. When theyíre hard Jon says theyíre like chapel hat pegs.
I have a nice firm, flat stomach with a pubic bone that does stick out a bit. In
my pussy lips I have 2 little gold rings that Jon put in me. My clit is very
prominent and is usually sticking out between my lips. Itís about an inch long
with a little round head. Jon sometimes calls it my little dick. I donít own
any bras, knickers, trousers, leggings or shorts; and 90% of my skirts and
dresses can be described as mini or micro. I used to be a very shy girl, but
Iíve now gone completely the other way, and get a great thrill from letting
other people see my body.
I hope thatís enough to satisfy the people
who asked. If it isnít, perhaps they would like to e-mail me with specific
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 myself have been scouring the
Internet looking for ideas for little adventures or incidents that we could
manufacture to have some fun. Weíve 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 adventures that weíve had and that Iíve
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 adventures were good
enough to copy. Iíve started thinking that way as well.
Shortly after Jon told me to stop writing my
Journal, he decided that my pussy muscles needed toning up a little. At first I
thought that he meant that he was going to fuck me a lot more but I soon
realised that I would be doing all the work and heíd just be watching.
Vaginal Weight Training
One evening Jon came home from work and told me
that we were going to make something that I could exercise my pussy muscles
with. At first I thought he just meant something like a dildo, and in a way I
was right, but this was different.
After the evening meal Jon went into the garage
and came back with a load of plaster of paris and a big tube of silicone gel. He
then stripped off and told me to get him hard. This could be fun I thought. The
weather was still quite warm so I hadnít worn any clothes that day, not even
when Iíd been out tidying the back garden.
As I eagerly sucked him hard (he had to stop me
twice because he didnít want to cum), Jon mixed a bowl of the plaster of paris.
When the mixture was ready he had me put a condom him then a piece of
cling-film, and I then put the thick mixture round his dick. It didnít take
long to go hard and after about 10 minutes (he played with my clit and made me
cum), we extracted his dick and we had a lovely mould of his dick. While it
finished drying Jon relieved his tension in my pussy.
A while later Jon put the 2 halves of the mould
together and pumped the silicone into it. Before it went dry he pushed a metal
bar into it with a nut on the end. The end result, when it dried, was that we
had a perfectly sized copy of his dick, but with a 9 inch steel bar sticking out
of the base. He then screwed a base to it so that it would stand on the floor on
itís own. The tip was about 18 inches off the ground.
This is where the exercise came in. Jon told me
to squat down and impale myself on it. When I was completely on it he told me to
stand up keeping the silicone dick inside me. Easy I thought, and it was. After
Iíd done it a couple of times Jon got these metal rings and dropped them over
his silicone dick. I then had to go down on it and then lift it off the ground
again. It now weighed about a kilo, and I was amazed at how difficult it was. I
really had to squeeze my pussy to get it off the ground.
When he went to work the next day, Jon told me
to practice my weight lifting. It was a little hard at first, then it got
easier, then it became almost impossible. Harder at first until I got used to
the weight, then almost impossible. Almost impossible because both my pussy and
leg muscles were getting a little tired, but also because the more up and down I
went on the silicone dick, the wetter I got. In the end I just had to stop and
relieve my desires by hand. When I told Jon about it that night he told me that
I must not succumb to temptation and he took me over his knee and gave himself a
sore hand on my backside.
I had to do the same weight lifting every
morning for the next month. As the weeks went by and it got so that I could
easily hold the silicone dick in, Jon would add more weights. By the end of the
month I could lift 4 kilos. I was quite proud of myself, and when Jon fucked me
I was (still am) able to get a good grip on his dick. Itís made our
love-making last quite a bit longer.
As Jon says, ďTo have a man's penis inside of
me is a privilege. To hold him inside of me is my duty."
Thatís the details of my vaginal weight
I have other experiences that Jon has told me
to document. Iím sure that Jon will get me to publish all of them on my web
pages as and when heís read them and is happy with them.
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