Hi, my name is Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a
34A–24–35 95-pound figure with 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 in the East Midlands of England. It
was a brave decision 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 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
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 doesn't want me to send any photographs. It would be a bit
difficult anyway, as he hasn't got a scanner or a digital any
more. The digital that he did have got broken (Jon accidentally
gave it a swimming lesson) and he hasn't got round to getting a
As for describing myself, I'm blond, at one point shortly after starting
working for Jon he got my hair cut very short just like a boy's. It's 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. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm
slim with small(ish), pert that have small aureoles and giant
nipples. When they're hard Jon says they're like chapel hat pegs. I have
a nice firm, flat stomach with a pubic bone that does stick out a bit. In
my 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. It's about an inch
long with a little round head. Jon sometimes calls it my little dick. I don't
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 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 e-mail me with specific questions.
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. We've found one or two 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 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
adventures were good enough to copy. I've started thinking that way as
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 he'd just be watching.
One evening Jon came home from work and told me that we were going
to make something that I could exercise my 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 hadn't worn any clothes that day, not
even when I'd been out tidying the back garden.
As I eagerly him hard (he had to stop me twice because he
didn't 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 mixture round his dick. It didn't 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 it's 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 I'd
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 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 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. It's made our love-making last
quite a bit longer.
As Jon says, "To have a man's penis inside of me is a privilege. To hold
him inside of me is my duty."
That's the details of my vaginal weight lifting.
I have other experiences that Jon has told me to document. I'm sure
that Jon will get me to publish all of them on my web pages as and
when he's read them and is happy with them.