Hi - my name is Vanessa, and this is a journal of my life since I decided
to make some drastic changes to it.
Background
As I said, my name is Vanessa. I am a 22-year-old Hairdresser, long,
almost hair, 5 foot 1 inch tall, with a 34A-24-35, 95 pound figure.
I'm not a stunner to look at, just your average woman. I've never
had a great deal of luck with men, and have been on my own for a few
months now (I live on my own in a little Flat). My friends say that I
should be more outgoing, but that's just not me. I live in a small town in
North Wales where life is so dull and boring, and everyone knows
everyone else's business.
I started getting ideas when one of my colleges, Mandy, found a
Bondage and Discipline magazine with the other magazines in the
Salon's waiting area. She was going to throw it in the rubbish bin, but I
asked her to leave it where it was, saying that it would spice-up the
place a bit. That afternoon, I deliberately kept myself busy, and hung
around until all the other had gone home saying that I would lock-
up when I'd finished, nothing special in that, one of us often stays back
to finish something. Next afternoon, Mandy was looking for 'that'
magazine, but couldn't find it. I said that one of the customers had
probably pinched it. What I didn't say was that it was me that took it
home with me the previous afternoon.
Ever since I was a little of about 10 or 11, whenever my Dad
spanked me for being a bad girl, I used to get these funny feelings, not
the pain, but I suppose that that must have had something to do with it.
As I got older, I used to get a bit 'wet', and couldn't understand it. I
used to almost look forward to the spankings, especially the ones where
Dad would make me take my skirt and knickers off before putting me
over his knee. Once I'd discovered masturbation I would always have a
good play with myself in bed afterwards. The last spanking that Dad
gave me was when I was nearly 18. I'd stayed out late with my friends
once too often, and Dad could smell the alcohol on me when I got home.
He really gave me a good thrashing that night, and he was so mad that
he made me take all of my clothes off first. My Mum wasn't any help,
she just said that I had been bad and deserved to be punished. It didn't
help that my 13-year-old was in the same room all the time. I
was so embarrassed, and boy, did my backside glow, but at the same
time I was getting so wet that I was sure that Dad would say something.
A few months later, I got the chance to move into a Flat with a female
friend and I did. In a way I missed the spankings, and the feelings that
went with them. I once managed to get one of my boyfriends to spank
me, he didn't enjoy it, but I did.
Right, that's enough of the history, now to how I changed my life
forever.
When I got home with 'that' magazine, I read it over and over. I was
really intrigued by the and the pictures. It was all new to me,
nobody around me ever talked about anything remotely like that. I kept
reading it over and over again over the next couple of weeks, and when
it was quiet in the Salon I usually ended up thinking about what I had
read and seen. I had to wash a lot of knickers at the end of each of
those weeks. One time when I was reading the adverts again, one
suddenly jumped out at me, and I started thinking 'could I?' Well, after
a few days I decided that I would reply to the advert and see what
happened.
The ad was from a middle-aged in the East Midlands of England
who was looking for a 'submissive, live-in house-keeper'. I wrote a letter
explaining a bit about myself, and after a few times of losing my nerve,
I finally posting it. About a week later I received a letter from him and
got all excited reading it on the bus on the way to work. In the letter he
explained that the job would not be very demanding, and wouldn't pay
much, but there again, I wouldn't have much to buy, as he would buy
everything for me. He also explained that I should expect to be
punished every time that I made a mistake or was disobedient. He also
enclosed a photograph of himself, and asked that if I was still interested
I should write to him again and enclosed a photograph of myself,
preferably without clothes on. Well, I didn't have any photos like that, so
when I wrote again, I enclosed a photograph of me in a bikini, and
apologised saying that even if I had dared to get any nude photographs
taken, I could never get them developed in the town where I lived.
When Jon wrote to me again, he told me a bit more about the job, the
hours, and what he would expect of me. He also explained that
punishment comes in more forms than just spankings, and referred me
to the magazine that the advert had been in. He then stated that I was
to go over to his place for the weekend for a formal interview, and for us
to 'get to know each other' before a final commitment would be made by
either of us. He also assured me that no harm would come to me, that I
could leave at anytime and that he would pay all my expenses. I was to
send him a letter stating which bus or train I would be arriving on, and
that he would meet me at the station.
Well, it's one thing writing to someone, but another thing actually going
to their house for a weekend when you haven't even met them. I was in
a right quandary. I spent the next couple of days trying to make up my
mind what to do. I wasn't concentrating on my job, and got told-off a
few times. Looking back, I suppose that that helped me to make a
decision. I checked the bus times, booked a ticket, and wrote a quick
note to Jon. I would be arriving at eight-fifteen the following Friday
evening. For me this took a lot of courage and if it wasn't for the fact
that I desperately needed for something interesting to happen in my
life, that Jon's letters and photograph gave me the impression that he
was an alright sort of man, that the thought of the magazine turned me
on every time I thought about it; then, I just wouldn't have been going.
On the Friday morning before leaving, I got another letter from Jon
saying that I was to wear smart clothes for the interview and that
trousers or jeans didn't come into that category as far as he was
concerned. That didn't please me too much as it was April and in the UK
April is never a warm month. Never mind I thought, I wanted to look my
best, and spent hours deciding what to take with me and doing my
make-up. I was glad that I had decided to take the whole day off work.
In the end, I decided that I would wear a and white blouse,
both of which I had made myself. I was quite proud of the fact that I
could make a lot of my own clothes, and this short pleated skirt and thin
blouse looked good on me.
The journey took five hours, and I had to change twice. If I hadn't been
so excited, I'm sure that I would have been quite tired when I got there.
Not a good way to be at an interview. The excitement stopped me from
getting any sleep.
When I finally got there I had my bag in one hand and the photograph
of Jon in the other and walked all over the bus station without finding
him. I was just beginning to get a bit worried when a car stopped beside
me and Jon jumped out. He just apologised for being late, told me to
put my bag in the back, and got back in. As we were driving away he
said that he often had to work late, which was one of the reasons why
he wanted a housekeeper. Before I knew it, we were pulling into a pub
car park. I followed him into the pub, and we sat at a table and waited
to be served. This was one of those pubs that have a restaurant
attached and Jon had just assumed that I was hungry. Over the meal
and a few drinks we just talked about our lives in general, never
touching on the subject of discipline at all. Well, not until a couple of
hours later after I had had a few drinks. I was a bit nervous, and was
looking for some Dutch courage. All of a sudden Jon stated asking about
the times that my Dad had spanked me. He wanted to know all the
details, everyone who was there, what state of dress I was in, what I
was feeling, during and after the spankings. He even asked me to
describe how I played with myself afterwards. This was something that I
would never have dreamed I would talk about, yet here I was telling this
stranger all my most intimate thoughts. It just seemed right; and I
imagine the alcohol helped.
As we walked out of the pub, I was feeling quite happy, and was
beginning to like Jon. We got back in the car and drove to Jon's house,
which was only a few hundred yards down the road. It wasn't a big
house, just your average small-detached house with four bedrooms, and
a view out the back over the fields. Jon showed me round the place, and
which room I was to use, and then made some coffee. It was just
general chat over the coffee, and then Jon said that he had had a hard
week and was going to bed. The real interview would start at nine in the
morning. I went to bed thinking that this was going to be easy. It was a
very happy Vanessa that went to sleep that night.
Saturday April 18 - The Interview
I woke up at eight fifteen the next morning, got washed and then
thought about what I should wear. I didn't want to look too casual as I
was going to an Interview. I decided on a different skirt and blouse, got
dressed and went downstairs. Jon was in the kitchen eating his
breakfast, and after saying good morning, told me to help myself to
anything I wanted. I put some bread in the toaster and poured some
coffee. At nine o'clock Jon called me into the living room and said that
he was ready to start.
To start with, he told me that the hours I would have to work would not
be specific times, as he was at work a lot, and came home at different
times most days. I would be expected to work as and when required to
complete my duties. These included keeping the house clean, the
cooking, the washing and the shopping. He would get me a credit card
to use, but he would carefully monitor the bills. I would be permitted to
have friend over to the house whenever I wanted, and could use the
telephone for reasonable calls. As he did not expect that my duties
would take up a lot of my time, he would not mind if I was to look for a
part-time job, perhaps working in a pub. I was then asked if I had a
driving licence, and if I could sew. I was suddenly glad that I had spent
the money on learning to drive.
He then asked why I had applied for the job, so I told him again about
being in a 'rut', and wanting a change. "But why reply to my advert in
the magazine he asked." I told him all about my feelings when reading
the magazine, and decided that I wanted to give it a try. Which is
precisely why the advert was in that magazine he said. "But there would
have to be a strict set of rules, and if broken, you must expect to be
punished, and by punishment, I just don't mean spanking he said,
punishment can be mental as well, for example embarrassment or
humiliation." I then asked him about the rules, and he produced a piece
of paper and passed it to me. He said that it was only fair that I knew
what I was letting myself into, and that I could leave at anytime that I
wanted to.
This is the list of rules: -
Smoking will not be permitted under any circumstances.
Unless specifically directed to, you will be expected to wear dresses or
skirts at all times.
Trousers, leggings or tights will not be tolerated. Stockings, either self
supporting or with a suspender belt are acceptable.
All clothes purchased or hand made will be approved by me before being
worn.
Unless specifically directed underwear will not be worn.
Spankings will be administered by means of hand, paddle, tawse, or any
other item deemed appropriate.
Whenever you have had enough, and wish to stop, you will say the
phrase 'chocolate teapot' 3 times. Once you have, you will no longer be
employed by me, and you will be expected to leave the premises within
twenty-four hours.
Your employer reserves the rights to change these rules at any time.
I read the list, and whilst a little shocked, although I didn't really know
what to expect. I thought that maybe it wouldn't be that bad, certainly
worth a try. "OK" I said, "I'm happy with everything so far, what else is
there"?
The test
He then told me that I would not know if I were going to be offered the
job until I was leaving to go home the next day. If I decided to accept
the job, then I was to hand-in my notice the next day, and return with
all my belongings the next weekend. There was one more issue that had
to be established before a job offer was made, and that was my level of
obedience. This would be established between now and my leaving time
the next day. Was this acceptable to me? After I said it was, he said
'stand-up and take all your clothes off'. Well, talk about sudden shock. It
took me a couple of minutes to take in what he had actually said, but I
did it, slowly, and with a very face. I stood there with my hands
trying to cover my and my pussy, but he calmly told me to put
my arms by my side. I was then told that sometime over the next day, I
would receive one or two painful spankings, and that this weekend
would be the only time that I would receive one without just cause. This
didn't do anything to stop my embarrassment, but it did make me feel a
little happier. He also said that from now on, when there was only the
two of us around, I was to call him 'Master', and only to speak to him
either when spoken to, or when I wished to ask a question.
Jon then got up and walked over to me. He told me to open my feet
about a foot, which I did, and he then proceeded to walk slowly round
me. When he went behind me for the second time I felt a sudden pain in
my right rear cheek. He had spanked me with his hand. I was then told
to keep my legs straight and to touch my feet. This was very difficult
and my legs, but I made it. Then I thought about the view that he
must have and started to get those stirring feelings where he must have
been looking. Just as I was starting to get wet, he told me to stand-up
and he walked round in front of me and started to prod and then grab
my breasts. He smiled and said, "Nice chapel hat pegs". He was
referring to my large prominent nipples, which by this time were rock-
hard.
My face was still bright with embarrassment, but there was worse to
come. His hands slid down my chest and stomach and stopped at my
light brown bush. He grabbed hold of it, tugged it and said, "This will
have to go". My mouth dropped, I had never even thought about
shaving it off. I had never even had to trim it to wear a bikini, there
wasn't that much of it. I started to say that I couldn't possibly do that,
but he reminded me of what I had agreed to and asked me if I wished to
change my mind and wanted to go home. My brain was saying yes, but
the feeling in my and the juices running down my leg said no. I
thought for a minute and remembered that I needed to change my life,
and one of the in the magazine jumped into my mind. "No" I
said. Jon suddenly said, "This is the one and only time that I will remind
you to call me Master. Be slow in answering, and be insolent like that
again, and you will suffer". "Yes Master" I replied. "Now go and get my
razor and shaving cream from the bathroom. When I got back
downstairs, he had moved into the kitchen. I went in, and he said,
"Right, get what else you need, get on the table, and get that hair off".
As you can imagine, Jon got an amazing view as I got on with the job.
Just as I was finishing, my hand slipped off my slippery leg and knocked
over the bowl of water. Jon was not happy and told me to clean up the
mess. After that I was asked if I deserved punishing for making the
mess. "Yes Master" I said, and was then told to bend over the table,
open my legs about 2 feet, and grab hold of the other side of the table.
"You are about to get ten slaps with my hand, I will not be counting, so
you had better - out aloud, I'd hate for you to get more than you
deserve". "Thank you Master" I said, and waited for him to start.
Wow, he certainly had a strong arm, and by the time I had counted six,
tears were rolling down my face. At eight, I lost my grip of the table and
stood upright. "Right, that's another five he said, and that will happen
every time you get up before being told to". I was about to scream
"NO", but managed to keep my mouth shut - just.
When it was finally over, Jon told me to get up, and then walked out of
the room. When he came back ten minutes later, I had just about
stopped crying, but was still gently rubbing my sore backside. "Right he
said, two more things before we go out, firstly sit on the floor, legs
apart, and yourself to an orgasm, the kitchen tiles will cool
down your ass". Well, I though, today is full of surprises, but the
feelings that I was having in my got rid of any doubts that I had
and I got down on the floor, opened my lips and put one finger inside
me while my other hand got busy on my clit. My clit has always stuck
out from between my lips, but by now it was hard, and the centre was
trying to push its self out of its hood. It didn't take long before my head
was rolling from side to side. I wanted to hold back with the scream as I
came, but the build-up since my last orgasm weeks ago was just too
great. I screamed a little, and Jon just smiled. After a couple of minutes
I asked what the other thing was. Jon said, "I like your bald so
much that there is a new rule, you will shave-off all your hair below your
neck every day. Now go and have a shower before we go out."
The shower was very nice, and I didn't want to get out. After a while I
did though, and got dried. Jon was waiting for me as I came out of the
bathroom and I asked what I was to wear. "Shoes and a coat only" was
the reply. "Master" I said, "I can't do that, someone might see
something, and beside it's cold out there". "You're not trying to argue
with me are you"? "No Master". "Right then" he said, "get ready".
As we walked to the car I was very nervous, I felt so strange, I felt so
exposed, yet I was covered by my coat. It took a while to realise that
people couldn't see my body, but my bald made me feel even
more naked. We drove to the shopping centre in the middle of town and
parked in the car park at one end. Instead of going into the shopping
centre we walked down this shabby street and went into a sex shop. Yet
another first for me. Jon told me to look round while he bought
something. He didn't show me what and I wasn't looking. I was very
busy looking at all the 'toys'. We left and headed back to the shopping
centre, which pleased me because I was getting cold. In the centre we
wandered round a few shops then went into a pub for a drink. After a
couple of gin and tonics I started to relax a bit. It was then that Jon
said, "Another rule - from now on, whenever I am near you, you will not
cross your legs or feet". I was beginning to get used to these surprises
by now and did as I was told. The coat was long enough for me not to
worry about what was showing.
Just as I thought that we might be leaving, Jon gave me a little box and
told me to go to the ladies room, put the contents of the box into my
vagina, and then return. He said that I might like to warm them in my
mouth for a couple of minutes before inserting them. All this puzzled
me, and as I was walking to the ladies I was thinking 'what on earth
could it be, or was it a them'? When I was safely locked in a cubicle, I
opened the box and just didn't know what to do.
The box contained two metal balls about half an inch in diameter, and
were gold in colour.
What were these for I thought, and if I do put them in, how can I keep
them from falling out? After all, I didn't have any knickers on, and I
didn't want them falling out onto the floor as I was walking along - in
public! What was I going to do? This was becoming a time when I had to
consider 'what the hell was I doing here? am I mad? or am I just
changing my life, and finally getting the excitement that I crave for?'
Well, I was certainly getting plenty of excitement and I was getting lots
of sexual excitement as well, even if it was embarrassing at times.
Life had been so boring before this weekend and I was starting to enjoy
the thought of knowing that I was doing things that a lot of boring
people would be shocked by. It was giving me a thrill. So, without even
thinking, I put the balls into my mouth. After a couple of minutes I
squatted down and inserted one of the balls. I pushed it up as far as I
could, and then did the same with the other one. As the two came
together, I'm sure I could hear a 'clink' as they touched. The thought of
me 'clinking' down the street made me smile as I stood up and fastened
my coat. As I opened the cubicle door and walked out I stopped because
I could feel them moving around, and thought that they were moving
down me. I decided that I would have to walk squeezing my legs
together. By the time I got back to Jon I had a rosy smile on my face.
The experience was turning me on. Amazing, two little balls were
turning me on. Jon told me to lift the back of my coat and put my bare
backside on the seat and calm down before we moved on.
"What the hell are these Master and how did you know I would like
them"? "There called 'Ben Wa Balls' and I've read a few from
women about them. They're a present from me and you don't have to
wait to be told to wear them, you can wear them anytime you like".
"Thank you, thank you Master, I wish I had heard of them years ago
they're just amazing". "And that's when you've only walked 20 yards"
said Jon. After a couple of minutes, Jon said, "Right then, lets go". We
walked slowly out of the pub and down the road. All the time, I was
struggling to contain myself. Just as I thought I was going to have to
stop Jon pulled me into this little dress shop.
There was just one female assistant and a couple of teenage
in the shop. The assistant smiled at me and said that I looked happy. I
blushed and said that I was. Jon and myself both started looking at
dresses, but in different racks. We both found ones that we liked at
about the same time so Jon told me to try them both on. I went into the
changing cubicle, took my coat off and put the first dress on. It was way
too big and had just taken it off when Jon pulled back the curtain. There
I was, stark naked in full view of the whole shop. It was a good job that
no one was looking. I told Jon what the problem with the dress was, and
Jon turned and called the assistant over. I hid behind Jon as he asked
the assistant to swap it for a smaller size. As Jon walked away, I pulled
the curtain closed and stood there waiting for him to return.
I was stood facing the curtain waiting, when it opened again, but it
wasn't Jon, he has asked the assistant to bring the smaller dress to me.
We both stood there shocked, me stark naked with her staring at my
bald pussy. She was the first one to recover and started unfastening the
dress saying that she would help me with it. I was still too shocked to
object. It was a front buttoning dress and she put it on me and started
fastening the buttons. As she was moving down them she was bending
down and holding the unfastened part of the dress open. There she was,
down on her knees with her face right in front of my pussy, struggling to
fasten the bottom buttons.
I was beginning to get embarrassed because of my arousal, and I could
feel that my lips were all puffed up, and I was so wet that I thought she
might drown if she got any closer. Just then Jon came back and the
assistant jumped up and left. This was the dress that I had picked and
Jon said that he didn't like it and told me to take it off. Just as I was
about to try the other dress on Jon opened the curtain and left taking
my coat. Again, there I was, stark naked, in full view of the shop. This
time I wasn't as lucky, the two teenage were looking right at me,
so was the assistant and another couple that had come into the shop. As
I closed the curtain I saw the assistant smile and one of the girl's
mouths dropped.
This dress was quite nice, except for the fact that it was very short, and
was slightly see-through. I stood there looking at myself in the mirror
and waiting for Jon to come back. After a while I looked round the
curtain looking for Jon. He wasn't far away and when I caught his eye he
told me to come out and have a proper look at myself. As I was looking
in the big mirrors the bright light made the material even more
transparent. This dress was very short but that didn't stop Jon telling me
to 'give us a twirl'. Now the skirt part of this dress was 'A' shaped, and
as I spun round, the skirt part lifted up revealing everything that I'd got.
The assistant was smiling and licking her lips, the were just staring,
and the woman from the couple was pulling her out of the shop. As
I stopped, I realised that I was smiling at the couple, and wasn't at all
embarrassed, in fact, I was enjoying it. Jon said 'very nice, but not quite
you, take it off and I will find another for you". I don't know why, but I
did take it off, right there in the shop with Jon and three women
watching. What had got into me? I suppose that Ben Wa had something
to do with it.
Jon took the dress from me and asked the assistant to help him find
something else. While they were looking I just stood there transferring
my weight from one leg to the other, cupping my little and
looking at myself in the mirrors. The two were frozen. After a
couple of minutes Jon and the assistant came back with another dress
and Jon asked the assistant to help me with it. I went into the cubicle
and the assistant followed leaving the curtain open. Jon stayed outside
just watching, like the girls, but they were not smiling, just frozen.
This dress was a pull-on, and was a very tight fit, so tight that the
assistant had to put her hands all over me to be able to pull it down. As
she was pulling it over my her hands seemed to linger and rub
my nipples. I would swear that she was gripping them between the
backs of her fingers and pulling them with the dress. With nipples as big
as mine, it was easy, and nice. When she got the dress down to my
pussy she held it front and back and pulled. Not too hard because her
fingers were right in between my legs, and her fingers were probing my
pussy. I just stood there smiling and moaning a bit. Ben really was
working hard. Fortunately, or unfortunately, she stopped before I
climaxed, blew a kiss at me and walked out.
I followed her out to show Jon what I looked like. Jon didn't like it and
told me to take it off, give it to him, and look for one myself. Before I
knew it, I had taken the dress off and was looking through the rack right
in front of the two teenage girls. This seemed to snap them back into life
and they suddenly giggled and walked out. After looking through a
couple of racks I realised where I was and what I was doing. I walked
over to Jon and put my coat on. Jon thanked the assistant and said that
we might be back, and we left. The assistant said we could call anytime,
and thanked us for calling.
This was all getting too much for me, and I asked Jon if we could go
home. It took us ages to walk back to the car, Ben was getting to be too
much for me, and I didn't want to have an orgasm in the street. When
we got into the car Jon told me to take my coat off and finish the job.
This didn't take long. Afterwards Jon wouldn't let me put my coat back
on and we drove home. I was glad that it gets dark reasonably early in
April and Jon gave me my coat when we pulled into his drive.
Back home Jon decided that we were hungry and told me to prepare a
meal. Jon let me remove Ben but he wouldn't let me wear any clothes,
even when I pointed out that I might get something burnt. I wanted to
go up to the bathroom to remove the balls but Jon told me to squat
down and get them out with a finger right there in front of him. I put
them in the box in my handbag; I wasn't going to lose them.
After dinner Jon said that he had to go out for a while and that I was to
rest for a while. Before going out Jon took me to one of the other
bedrooms and told me to sit on the bottom of the bed with my feet on
the floor. He then put a blindfold on me and told me to lie back. He then
proceeded to tie my wrists to the posts at the top corners of the bed. I
could then feel him putting some ropes round my ankles and assumed
that he was going to tie them to the short wooden posts at the bottom
corner of the bed, but no, no sooner than they were both tied my feet
were spread about 3 feet apart and my legs were raised up as far as
they could go. There I was, spread-eagle, blindfolded, my legs high in
the air, and my bottom right at the bottom of the bed. Right I though,
this is it, he's going to fuck me. But he didn't, he just said that he was
going out and that if I heard anyone come in calling his name, I was to
ignore them; it would be one of his friends coming to collect something.
I was not to be afraid because there was no need for him to come
upstairs.
It was very quiet and dark, and I was lovely and warm. It wasn't long
before I was fast asleep.
The day's excitement must have really worn me out.
I woke-up with a start. It took only a couple of seconds to remember
where I was, and I could hear a female voice calling Jon's name, then
there was silence. After a few minutes, I could suddenly see little bits of
light through the blindfold. Someone had switched the bedroom light on.
"Who's there?" I said, but there was no reply. Everything was quiet.
"Please speak to me" I said, but there was no response, instead, I could
feel the air moving around my breasts, then something lightly brushed
my right nipple, and it jumped to attention. This was embarrassing,
there I was, stark naked, with my legs spread wide, with some strange
person that I couldn't even see, touching my breast. I suppose that it
was because I trusted Jon, and the experiences of earlier that day that
made me feel un-afraid. Instead, I was starting to enjoy it. I could feel
my juices start to flow. The hand was very gentle, and slowly wandered
all over my body, slowly moving down towards my pussy. Then nothing
before I could feel the person breathing near my pussy.
The next thing I knew was that something was being pushed into me. I
didn't take much because I was dripping, and it didn't take long for me
to work out what it was, as soon as it was switched on I knew, then the
lights went off and I heard the front door close. At first I was in heaven,
I had never had a vibrator before, and was enjoying the experience. It
wasn't long before I orgasmed, then again. After the third time, I was
desperate for it to stop, and I was starting think that I would die, I had
never experienced so much pleasure in such a short time, and the
frightening thing was that I had no control over it. In the end, I must
have passed out, because the next thing I remember is Jon taking the
blindfold off me, asking if I was all right. I just said, "Yes, can I have a
drink please". Jon must have untied me and removed the vibrator while
I was still unconscious, because my hands and legs were free, and there
was no sign of the vibrator. I had to squeeze my stomach muscles to
make sure that there was nothing still inside me. After a couple of gulps
of the drink, I noticed the metal rings on the ceiling, there were 5 of
them directly over the bed, so that was what was keeping my legs in the
air. Jon then told me that anticipation of a spanking was often part of
the punishment, and that he would remember that I had just forgotten
to say "Master" when I asked for the drink. I would get the punishment
in the morning. Jon then asked me if I was all right, then told me I could
go to bed, and that I had done just fine so far, and was I still happy for
the 'interview' to continue in the morning. "Definitely Master" was my
reply as I walked out of that bedroom and into mine.
Sunday April 19
Next morning I woke up early, had a shower, got dressed, and went
downstairs to the kitchen and put the kettle on. I was sat drinking a
coffee when Jon walked in wearing nothing but a day's growth on his
chin. His hairless pubes looked as smooth as mine. He seemed a little
surprised to see me and then said that if I took the job I had better get
used to it as he usually had breakfast before he got dressed.
As I was lifting my eyes above his waist, he asked me why I had some
clothes on. Suddenly remembering, I quickly removed them, but it was
too late. As soon as I had got them all off he told me to get on my
knees, open my knees about a foot, and lean back and put my hands on
the floor behind me. This was the position that I was to put myself in
every time he said, "assume the position". He then made himself a
coffee and sat in front of me until he finished it. All the time, I could see
his dick which was starting to get semi erect, and I was starting to get
aroused too. I was getting wet and I could feel my lips tingling and
opening; and my clit start to swell.
The coffee cup was put on the table and Jon started walking round me.
He stopped behind me and told me to look at him. It was real difficult to
look him in the face when his balls and disk were a couple of inches
from my face. He was looking up and down my body when he suddenly
moved to my left side and put his hand on my pussy, pressed his finger
into my very wet slit, and then moved his hand up to my pubic bone. "I
thought so, you haven't had a shave today have you"? "No Master" I
replied. "Right, you are about to receive the worst physical punishment
that you will ever receive from me. Do you remember the words that
will make all this stop"? "Yes" I replied. He then told me to go upstairs
and lay spread-eagle on the bed where I was punished yesterday.
When he came up he tied my wrists to the top corners of the bed. Then
he tied ropes to my ankles and then pulled my legs over my body and
tied then to the top corner posts as well. My wet was left open
and facing the ceiling. With that he picked up one of those school
canes, about 3 feet long, 'U' shaped at one end, thin and very flexible.
He 'swished' it through the air a couple of times before bringing it down
on my backside.
"OOOOOOW" I screamed, did that hurt. That didn't stop him;
neither did the tears that were soon streaming out of my eyes. The
fourth stroke was different, it only landed on my right cheek, but the
flexibility of the cane made it bend and the end of it hit my pussy. Talk
about pain. My scream sounded as if it would wake up the whole
neighbourhood. The last 2 were slightly worse as Jon adjusted his aim
so that these last 2 hit my clit, which always sticks out between my
pussy lips.
He stopped after 6. It took the best part of ten minutes for me to come
down from my pain-induced high. I remained almost motionless
throughout the orgasm, save for an occasional 'twitch' of my thighs or
abdomen as the after-shocks diminished in intensity. That was the most
intense orgasm I've ever had. I thought it would never stop. My butt
was still tingling when Jon came back in and asked me if I was alright.
He then untied me and told me to have a shower and shave.
30 minutes later, I went downstairs (still naked) and found him reading
the Sunday papers. I sat (slowly) opposite him with my legs slightly
apart, waiting for him to look at me. After a while he put down the
paper and said that we were going for an early lunch before the final
part of the interview, and then me going home. This time I had to wear
the only dress that I had with me. It was one that buttoned all the way
down the front, again, no bra or knickers, and the embarrassing thing
was that he would only let me fasten the buttons down to just above my
pussy.
We went to a that did a self-service Sunday lunch. Very nice
food and only a problem when I had to walk around without my coat on.
Every time I put one leg in front of the other the dress opened at the
front and I got a draught on my pussy. Nice feeling, but if anyone was
looking ...........
When we got back to Jon's place we went into the lounge and we sat
opposite each other. I deliberately kept my legs apart, and with that
dress he should be able to see all my stomach as well as my pussy. I
was beginning to think that I was going to be unlucky and that Jon
wasn't going to fuck me. My really wanted his dick inside it.
Anyway, Jon started by asking me what my verdict was on the job, was
it what I expected and did I still want it. He said that I had managed to
survive the punishments that he had administered quite well, and even
looked as if I were enjoying it at times. "It was more pain than I'd ever
experienced, but yes, I did enjoy it". I said. "In fact I had enjoyed the
weekend so much that I wanted the job". Jon said that he wasn't going
to accept an answer at that time, but that I was to go home and
telephone him with my answer on the following Tuesday evening. If the
answer was 'yes', then he would come to Wales the next Saturday and
collect me and my belongings. There were just 3 more things that I had
to do before Jon took me to the bus station.
Firstly, I had to get myself ready for home, minus all my underwear,
that I was to leave there. Secondly, I had to insert Ben and leave them
there until I got home; and thirdly, he gave me a pen and a notebook. I
was to write a Journal starting with my childhood spanking experiences.
I thought that Ben and the lack of knickers would be nice, but a little
difficult.
On the bus before starting writing this I went through the weekend in
my mind, and, as well as having to lift the back of my dress and coat
over my ass so that the wet patch was on the seat, not my clothes, I
decided that yes, I needed a change, and that this was right for me. I
needed to be told what to do, I liked the feelings when I was being
punished, and I liked the excitement when Jon was telling me to expose
myself.
Next morning I went to work and handed in my notice. The difficult part
was trying to avoid telling my friends what I was going to do with
myself. I telephoned Jon on the Tuesday evening and gave him the
good news. He said that he would collect me at 10:00 am on Saturday
morning. I wore Ben most days that week, and every time someone
accused me of daydreaming I blushingly smiled and said that I was
thinking about my new 'adventure', which was true.
On the Friday evening as I was getting ready to go out for a farewell
drink with the from work, I decided that I was feeling brave, and
went out wearing Ben and no underwear. I had an enjoyable evening (in
more ways than one) and after a few drinks, I kept saying that Ben was
looking after me. Somehow I managed to avoid telling everyone who
Ben was.
Saturday April 25 - The day I started my new Job
Next morning I wanted to impress Jon and I was ready and shaved
before 10:00 am wearing only my coat and shoes. I decided that too
much Ben would wear me out before I had started the day. Also, my
head was a little delicate after the drinks the night before.
When the doorbell rang I took my coat off and answered the door. I
wanted to please Jon, and it was only when I opened the door and saw
Jon and one of my neighbours passing by that I thought maybe that that
wasn't a good idea. Jon looked me up and down, put his hand on my
pubes, said, "Good, you remembered," and came in. He had a quick look
round, then said, "Coat on and pick up your bags and let's go."
The journey didn't take anywhere as long by car as it did by bus and we
were soon at Jon's house. Once in, he told me to bring everything into
the lounge, and that he would inspect everything to see if I were
permitted to have it in his house. I was glad that he had left his central
heating on as I had to 'model' every item of clothing that I had,
changing right there in front of him. As the 'parade' went on I knew that
I was getting wet, and I could see a bulge in his trousers. About three
quarters of my clothes were 'unsuitable', and were to be thrown-out.
This left we with no underwear, trousers, shorts, tights or leggings. I
was then told to 'assume
the position' whilst Jon read me the rules again. This time there were
more rules than the last
time: -
The rules
Smoking will not be permitted under any circumstances.
Unless specifically directed to, you will be expected to wear dresses or
skirts at all times.
Trousers, shorts, leggings or tights will not be tolerated. Stockings,
either self supporting or with a suspender belt are acceptable.
All clothes purchased or hand made will be approved by me before being
worn.
Unless specifically directed, underwear will not be worn.
You will wear tampons when you have your period.
Spankings will be administered by means of hand, paddle, tawse, cane,
or any other item deemed appropriate at the time.
Body hair will be removed every day.
Legs will not be crossed whilst in Jon's presence, unless specifically
directed to do so.
Clothing will not me adjusted whilst in Jon's presence unless, specifically
directed to do so.
You will get 2 days off each week - Monday and Tuesday, unless
previously agreed differently.
At most, you will wear only a dress and shoes when working.
Whenever you have had enough, and wish to stop, you will say the
phrase 'chocolate teapot' 3 times. Once you have, you will no longer be
employed by me, and you will be expected to leave the premises within
twenty-four hours.
Your employer reserves the rights to change these rules at any time.
Jon then asked me if I was happy to continue, "Yes Master" I replied. He
then asked me how my Journal was coming along. I went to get it and
showed him that it was written-up until the previous night. I was then
told that I was not expected to write something in it every day, just for
the days that had something of any significance in them. He also told
me that he would teach me how to use his PC so that I could use that.
This pleased me as I had had very little training on computers at school.
Jon also said that once my journal was on his PC it would be easier for
him to publish it, that didn't please me too much. It's one thing keeping
a journal that's private (well between Jon and me), but it's something
completely different having it available for everyone in the world to
read.
My first task was to prepare a late lunch. After that, it was on with my
coat and we went to look for some more 'suitable' clothes. We wandered
round a few clothes shops, but didn't see anything that Jon liked.
Eventually we headed for the dress shop that we had the fun in the
previous Saturday. I was happy to see that the assistant was the same
one and that she was still the only staff person there. The shop was also
empty. The smile on the assistant's face told me that she was happy to
see us as well.
As we started looking through the racks I thought about what type of
dress Jon was looking for. I guessed that they had to be short, thin and
easily accessible. Jon selected a couple for me before I found anything
and handed them to me to try on. I went into the changing cubicle and
took my coat off. I couldn't see the point in closing the curtain as I was
sure that Jon would open it again. I picked-up the first one, it was made
of cheesecloth, and was fitted round my shoulders and breasts, but from
below my it just went out in a big inverted 'V' shape. If I just
stood there, there was nothing touching my body from just below my
breasts down, and I was sure that if the light was in the right direction,
anyone would be able to see-through it. Jon said that he liked it, but
was too long. "Not a problem Master" I said, "I will shorten it, what
length would you like it to be?" Jon said that all my dresses were to be
no longer than 5 inches below my pussy, unless he specifically said so.
Just as I was taking the dress over my head, the shop assistant came
over with another couple of dresses, and asked Jon if he liked them. Jon
held each one up in turn, and then said that his Slave needed something
that displayed her assets, and that was very short. Whilst he was saying
this, the assistant was looking at me standing there listening to Jon.
When Jon stopped talking she just stood there and Jon had to snap his
fingers to bring her out of her trance.
I took the second dress and held it up. At first I though that it was a
denim skirt, but when I looked closer, it was a dungarees dress. It was
obviously designed to have a T-shirt on underneath because when I put
it on I could see all the sides of my in the mirror, and Jon had
obviously picked a size too big for me because the waist was way too
big. If I looked down the inside I could see all of my legs and down to
the ground. Jon liked this one, but again it was too long for him.
Just as I was taking the dress off the assistant returned with another 2
dresses and asked if she could help me try them on. When Jon said,
"Yes," she told me that her name was Kelly, and asked me what my
name was. After I told her, Kelly held the dresses up and asked "which
one first." There was one white lycra one, and one black lacy one. I
pointed to the lycra one and Kelly gave it to me and then hung-up the
black one. As I started to pull it over my head I was finding it a bit
difficult. Kelly noticed this and said that she had brought one a size too
small deliberately so that it really showed my assets. Jon smiled
approvingly. Kelly helped me pull the dress down and as she was doing
so her hands were lightly sliding all over me.
The lycra was so thin that it almost felt as if I had nothing on, I could
certainly see the dark of my nipples through it. I just stood there as her
hands wandered all over. After a minute or so, Kelly looked at Jon and
said, "May I?" "Be my guest, but hands only" he said. Kelly's hands
moved down to my thighs and then back up under the dress. They went
all over my ass then right into the crease of my arse. Her right hand
came round my front and found my which was by now getting
very wet.
Before the previous Saturday I had never has any form of sex with
another woman. Last weekend had been sort of accidental, but this time
it was very deliberate. Jon was encouraging it, and I was enjoying it,
even though I was a little nervous, after all, this was a public shop.
Kelly's left hand was working its way into my arse, and her right hand
was working on my clit and going in and out of my vagina.
All 3 of us were so engrossed it what was going on that non of us
noticed a women about my age come in and start going through the
clothes on the racks. For some strange reason, I think that I was the
one that noticed her first. Well if I wasn't then Jon and / or Kelly had
decided to ignore her. She came round the end of a rack, stopped dead
and looked straight at me. There I was, dress up round my waist,
another woman stood beside me with fingers from one hand in my arse
and the fingers from the other in my pussy. I was too far gone to even
care who was looking, but the fact that some stranger was looking was
giving me an extra kick.
Anyway. this woman was looking at me, and I was looking at her. After
a minute or two, her hands started to rub her stomach and her tongue
was licking her lips. All of a sudden, she was gone, don't know why and
I didn't really care, I was getting my pleasure from Kelly. It wasn't long
before I gave a shudder as I orgasmed. Kelly looked me in the eyes and
said, "Now you to me." I looked at Jon and he nodded, so I started
running my hands over Kelly's dress. She wasn't wearing a bra either
and her nipples were nearly as big as mine. I pinched and pulled them
with my fingers before moving my hands down to her stomach and then
under her dress to her thighs. As I moved up I came across material and
looked and saw a thong. As I rubbed her outside the thong my
fingers got wet. I pulled the thong aside and set to work. Kelly came a
lot quicker than I did.
After we had both calmed down a bit I pulled my dress down as far as I
could, went out of the cubicle and asked Jon if he liked it. He told me to
bend down, which I did, and the dress rode up over my ass. When I
stood up the dress stayed where it was, showing everything that I had,
front and back.
Jon then said that he thought that I had had enough fun for one
afternoon, and told Kelly that we would take all 3 dresses. We would
come back some other time and try the lace dress on. Kelly composed
herself, picked up the cheesecloth and dungarees dresses and waited for
me to take the lycra dress off. When I did, she walked over to the
counter and started to ring-up the sale. Jon said, "coat on" and went
over to Kelly. While we were waiting for the credit card to process, Kelly
said that she would like to see us again. Jon wrote his phone number on
the credit card voucher, and we left.
We wandered round a few more shops before heading back to the car.
On the way back we came across a Post Office and got a Passport
application for me.
Back home - well it was my home now, Jon had me get us some food
before he tied me to a chair, legs open, gagged and blindfolded. He then
pushed a vibrator in me, switched it on slow speed, and went out. The
vibe was doing its job slowly, but I was fighting it, I didn't want to be
too tired when he got back. I had orgasmed twice when he did get back,
and was about ready for number 3.
Before he had chance to say anything I said, "Master please fuck me, I
need to feel you inside me." Luckily for me he untied me and then put
me over the back of the sofa, took his clothes off and rammed his dick
straight into me. 'At last' I thought. I was beginning to think that I
wasn't going to get the 'real thing'. By the time Jon shot his load into
me I had orgasmed another twice. That made 5 times that day, no
wonder I was tired. When he pulled out, he lay on the sofa and told me
to clean him up. I started to walk to the kitchen to get a paper towel,
but he called me back and said, "No slave - with your tongue." I had
given an boyfriend a blow-job a couple of times, and had managed
to avoid getting his sperm into my mouth, so I didn't knew what the
taste would be like, especially as Jon's dick and balls were covered with
my juices as well. As it turns out, it tasted quite nice and by the time I
had licked him clean he had another hard-on, but he sent me to bed.
Sunday April 26
Next morning I got up early, and started shortening the dresses. I
stated with the cheesecloth one because it was easiest. By the time Jon
got up I had finished it so I put it on and went downstairs and cooked us
some breakfast. All the time, Jon was sat at the kitchen table naked,
reading the Sunday papers. When he was finished he said that I was to
go to the Doctors and get myself a supply of the pill and some 'morning
after' pills. I had to agree with him when he said that I must not get
pregnant. He then said that Sunday mornings were one of the times that
he often went to the Gym to workout and that today I was going with
him. When I pointed out that I didn't have the proper clothing, he said
that we would get some, some other time, and that for today I could
borrow one of his T-shirts. "What about the rest Master?" I said. Jon
said to bring my trainers and that a T-shirt and trainers would be
enough. I hoped that the T-shirt was a long one.
The day was surprisingly warm for the end of April, and Jon told me that
we wouldn't have to be outside for more than a couple of minutes and
that I was to wear the cheesecloth dress and my denim jacket. I still felt
cold and very naked, and I hoped that it wasn't windy. It wasn't, and
before I knew it we were pulling into the car park of this big Hotel. Jon
said that he was a member of the Leisure Centre there, and that I would
be his guest.
We went to get changed and I was out again long before him. The T-
shirt came nearly half way down to my knees. We went into the
workout room and Jon showed me how to use the machines. I asked
him to stand in front of me when I was using the machine that stretched
your legs wide apart. I told Jon that I didn't want to give the in
there a heart attack. Jon said, "OK - this time, but you're on your own
after this."
The other machine that I had a problem with was the rowing machine,
every time I went back, I could see my in the mirror. I just hoped
that no one was looking. I didn't seem to have an audience so I guess I
got away with it. When I came to use the exercise bike Jon raised the
seat when I thought he should have lowered it. When I asked him why,
he told me to try it and see. He also made sure that my T-shirt wasn't
between me and the seat. Well, I had to slide right over the side of the
saddle each time I pushed down on a pedal. After a while I was enjoying
it and didn't really want to stop when Jon told me to.
After about an hour, Jon said that we were going for a sauna. I'd never
been into a sauna before, and wasn't quite sure what to expect. Jon told
me to go and strip-off, wrap the towel round me and go out of the other
end of the changing room. The towel was only just big enough to cover
my and bottom, so long as I didn't bend down. When I met Jon
at the other end, there was a sauna and spa there. There was also a
smallish swimming pool, but I didn't have a costume. Jon told me that if
I made myself a bikini and swimsuit, he would take me swimming; he
would describe the design he had in mind later.
There was no one else in the sauna, and we sat facing each other with
our feet up and legs bent. This was giving me a good view of Jon's dick
and balls so I guess that he could see my pussy. Especially when I held
my knees and feet about a foot apart. I was beginning to feel a bit dizzy
when Jon finally decided to go out. We took a shower (closed the
curtains) and then Jon told me to sit on one of the loungers while he
went back in for another session.
I was lying there with my knees up, cooling down, when one of the male
assistants came. I wasn't taking any notice of him until I felt that
someone was looking at me. I looked round, and as he was the only
other person there, I thought 'what's he looking at'? Then I suddenly
realised. My initial reaction was to put my legs down, but I suddenly
thought 'what the hell, I've enjoyed people looking at me before, so just
ignore him' and I did. I put my head back and closed my eyes. He was
still there when Jon came out of the sauna and sat down beside me. Jon
whispered for me to open my legs a bit then to scratch my clit. After I
had done that I looked at the assistant and he caught my eye, blushed
and walked out. Jon said 'Come on, get dressed and meet me at the
entrance."
The only other thing of interest that happened that day was that Jon
started to teach me how to use his PC. He is pretty good at that, but he
should be, that's his job. Oh, one more thing, Jon gave me one of his
old white cotton shirts to make a bikini out of. It was to be made of 4
triangles held together with white shoelace like 'string'. Each part was to
be able to slide along the 'string' making it very adjustable. The other
thing was that the bottom front 'triangle' was to start about 6 inches
wide, rapidly decrease to 1 inch, then remain at 1 inch as it went over
my to the back 'triangle'.
Week commencing April 27
Nothing special happened during the week, Jon was at work most of the
time. I went and registered with a doctor on the Monday (the Doctor
looked a bit funny at me when he saw that I was shaved and didn't have
any knickers on when he examined me before putting me on the pill, but
he didn't say anything). I spent most of the time either sewing, or
practising on the PC. I've started typing this Journal into it, starting with
today's entry. I'll go back and copy the rest into it as soon as I can, but
I'm still very slow at this.
Saturday May 2 - The big Shopping Centre
Jon was going to spend some more money on me. We went up to
Sheffield to a big covered Shopping Centre, Jon told me to wear the
cheesecloth dress again, my denim jacket and the Ben Wa balls. This
was going to be slow progress I thought.
During the journey Jon said that we weren't going home until 10 people
had seen my pussy, 5 male and 5 female, and that I was going to count
them. If he thought that I was I would get a sore backside
when we got home. As we were driving up the Motorway I adjusted the
seat back and laid back thinking about the fun I was going to have. It
didn't bother me one little bit that when I was laid back my dress was
just above my pussy. If any passing motorist was looking they would
count towards the 10. Only problem was that I wasn't looking at them to
count them.
When we arrived we had to walk a few hundred yards through the car
park, and it was windy. I lost count of the number of times that I
wanted to pull the hem of my dress back down and I will never know
how I managed to stop my natural reactions. Unfortunately, there
weren't many people around as we walked in and I didn't get to start my
counting. Ben was doing his job well and just after we got in I had to sit
down and calm down before going on.
This rest gave me the chance to start counting, as the seat that we sat
on was facing one of the main entrances, and at that time there were
quite a few people coming in. The first chance came as 3 couples
came in and walked straight towards us. I told Jon that I was going for it
and asked him to watch their eyes. All 3 couples seemed to be
engrossed in each other and I thought that my open knee flash had
been wasted until 1 of the suddenly did a double take. At least I
had managed 1 female.
We stayed sitting on the bench for about 5 minutes waiting for other
'suitable candidates', but nothing, so we moved on. The first clothes
shop that we went in had some nice things and we bought a dress and a
wrap-round skirt. Jon said that with slight modifications the skirt, even
though it was a full length one, could be made to show a lot of leg each
time I put a foot forward. Unfortunately the changing rooms were
cubicles in a separate room and didn't give me any opportunities.
The shop next door was a furniture shop. We went in and went to the
part where the beds were. There was a male assistant who looked as if
he was still at school, and that this was just a Saturday job. We waited
for him to come over to us and Jon started asking him questions about
the price and delivery. Jon then told me to get on the bed and see if it
was comfortable. There was no way that I could get on the bed in that
dress without showing more than most women would want to. "Here we
go, number 2," so I sat on the side, then swung first one leg then the
other one onto the bed. The assistant's eyes opened wide. Jon told me
to lay back and then turn over. With a dress that short half my bum was
on show. As I rolled back I noticed that a and a woman were also
looking at me. I smiled and thought that that was a bonus. I was now
up to 4, 2 of each.
I then got off the bed in a most un-lady like manor, making sure that I
gave them their 'money's worth'. Jon continued to talk to the assistant
for another couple of minutes, but then told me we were leaving. As we
were walking out of the shop Jon told me that I had left 'a snail's trail'
across part of the bed when I got off it. I had to ask him what he meant,
and he said that I had left a line of juice as I slid my uncovered
pussy over the bed as I got off. I wanted to go back and look, but he
wouldn't let me.
I was having to walk slower and slower as Ben had more and more of an
effect on me. We were passing a Ladies room and I pleaded with Jon to
let me take them out. When I explained to him that I wouldn't be able to
go much further he finally agreed. When I came out of the Ladies I was
able to walk faster, but at the same time, something was 'missing'.
Whilst I was in there, I had cleaned-up myself, but it wasn't long before
I was getting just as wet. The next shop that we went it was another
dress shop. We didn't find any dresses or skirts that Jon liked, but we
did find a bikini that he liked. It was one that had a low-cut, under-wired
bra, with shoulder straps that connected at the front, almost under my
armpits. It was made of a cotton mix material in orange check.
I selected a top and bottom in my size (34A), but Jon swapped the top
for a 34C. He then swapped the bottoms for one that was a size too
small. As we were walking towards the changing rooms Jon told me to
come out and show him what it looked like on. When I went through the
changing room door I saw that it was one big communal changing room,
and that there were already about 7 or 8 other women in there. They
were all pretty and in various stated of undress. I took my jacket
off, then my dress. This left me naked, and I though that this was the
ideal time to expose my to the remaining 3 women that I needed.
I sat on the bench, and made a big deal of putting the bikini on. I put
the top on first, then started talking to myself to attract some attention.
I got the 3 women that I needed very easily, but would Jon let me count
them if he hadn't seen them. Putting the bottoms on was a bit difficult,
but I managed it and went out. Jon smiled, and said that I didn't look
bad at all, he then asked me to bend forward, and I suddenly realised
why he had swapped the top for a 34C, as I looked down I could see
inside the top, and there were my nipples clearly visible, not touching
the front of the top. I stood up and they fell back in. Jon told me to go
and get dressed.
When I had taken the bikini off, I pretended to adjust my dress before
putting it on. I was waiting for another one of the women to notice me
before putting it on. I wanted to get the count even higher than I
needed. It wasn't long before a of about 15 looked at me and stared
at my bald pussy. I have never been aroused by the thought of another
woman just looking at me, but I could feel my juices flowing.
When I got outside, Jon was waiting with a matching bikini bottoms that
were 2 sizes too big for me. He bought the bikini (top and bottoms)
saying that they would be okay, once I had done a few changes to the
bottoms; and we moved on. As we approached an escalator, Jon told me
to go up and wait for him at the top; he would be up in a minute. I did,
and when Jon arrived he told me that I had been followed up by a
who had been following us. Jon said that the had been a few steps
below me and was staring at my legs all the way up. Jon said that next
time he told me to meet him at the top, I was to bend down and put a
bag on the step in front of me, then pick it up again; but that I could
add 1 to my count of because the must have had been able to
see my pussy.
The last shop that we went into was a Newsagent. Jon kept telling me to
pass him something from the bottom shelves, but we never saw anyone
looking at me. After that Jon decided to leave and we went back to the
car. During the drive home, we went through the whole morning's
events and although there were well over 5 women who had seen my
pussy there were only 4 men. Jon said that the extra women didn't
compensate for the shortage of 1 man. Therefore I would receive some
punishment later, and that it would take 3 different forms.
Firstly, I would have to be naked for the rest of the weekend, except for
when we went out, secondly I would have to spend the night restrained,
and thirdly I would receive 10 strokes of an implement that was yet to
be decided. He didn't say when I would get the 10 strokes.
When we got home I took my clothes off and Jon told me that I would
get my punishment the next morning. Before that I was to get us some
food, then he would be taking me out for the evening.
Jon had me wearing a low-cut dress that had short full skirt - no
underwear of course. We went to a rugby club where the local team
were celebrating a win. There were lots of and only a few women.
Jon decided that I would be drinking the same as him that night - beer.
I had 2 pints, and he had 4, but I couldn't hold it like he could and I had
to keep going to the toilet.
Only problem was that I had to go through a large group of that
were 'quite happy'. Every time that I went through them their hands
were everywhere. One even held my skirt up, and as Jon was watching,
I couldn't pull it down. I just had to keep moving, and wait for it to come
down on its own. A short time later one of the came over to us and
said that I was obviously game for good time, and would I put on a
show for the lads. Thankfully, Jon said no, but said that I would next
time. I asked Jon what I would have to do, and when, but he just said,
"don't worry, it's nothing that doesn't come naturally."
As it was dark when we left. Jon told me to take my dress off and get
into the driver's seat. I was going to drive home naked. It was a good
job that it was dark. Once home, I had to walk from the car to the house
naked and Jon would not let me run. When we were in Jon said,
"assume the position." I had to wait like that while he went and got
some 'items' that I hadn't seen before.
Firstly, there was a pair of padded leather wrist straps that had a metal
hook on, and a similar set of ankle straps. I had to stand up and put
these on and follow him to the bedroom that had the bed with the
corner posts and the hooks in the ceiling. Once there, he had me lay on
the bed, before he tied ropes to my ankles and wrists, before tying them
to hooks in the ceiling.
This left me stretched wide apart. He pulled them so tight that I was
hardly touching the bed apart from the centre of my back. He then got
his and set it up on a tripod so that it was looking straight
at my pussy. He started the and put a vibrator in me, on a low
setting. What he did next surprised me a bit, as I had never seen a gag
with a ball built into it, but he put that into my mouth and a blindfold on
me, then left me. I had already started getting wet when I was naked
on the drive home, and by that time I was well on the way to my first
orgasm of the night. After a lot of jerking, trying to push the vibe out,
and 3 orgasms, I must have passed out. When I came round, I was
sweating and very tired, but I was starting again. The next time I came
round, the batteries were nearly flat. After what seemed like hours I
went to sleep.
Sunday May 3
Jon released me, and took the away while I slowly walked to the
shower. It took while for my arms and legs to get back to normal. After
that the Sunday started the same way as the previous Sunday
mornings, except that both of us were naked, me getting the breakfast
ready and Jon reading the papers. After breakfast, Jon said that after
the Gym, it would be punishment time.
At the Gym, Jon told me to wear just the same T-shirt, and trainers. I
went through the same routine as the previous week, but on the leg-
spread machine I was on my own. I had to wait until I thought that no
one was looking before each stretch. This put my timings all out, and I
only scored 35 out of 100. I enjoyed the exercise cycle again and I left
my 'mark' on the saddle.
Just when I though that I was done, Jon told me to do a session on the
abdominal exerciser. This is a metal frame that you lay on the floor
with, with your head on the headrest. You then put your arms straight
up in the air, and press on the front of the frame. This lifts your head
and tenses your abdominal muscles. This wasn't a problem when I kept
my legs on the ground, but after a couple of minutes Jon had a look
round the Gym, saw that there was no one else at that end of the Gym,
and then told me to look at the diagram on the wall. This showed a
woman doing the same as I was, except that her legs were pointing to
the ceiling. Jon said, "10 like that." Well, it was a good job that no one
else was there, because as soon as I lifted my legs up my T-shirt was
round my waist leaving me naked from the waist to my trainers. I
rushed the 10.
After that, Jon told me to go and put the white bikini on and meet him in
the sauna. Jon was wearing a very brief swimming costume that was
made of very fine mesh. It didn't really hold his dick in one place and it
bounced about as he walked about. It was also semi-transparent and if
you stared at him you could see his dick, although it was a little
confusing with him having shaved pubes. After about 5 minutes in the
sauna the white polyester and cotton bikini that used to be one of Jon's
old shirts, was wet with sweat, and quite transparent. None of the other
people in the sauna appeared to notice, and when we left, I went in
front of Jon. We had a shower, and went to the swimming pool. I had
put my towel round me and when I had to take it off to get into the
water it wasn't quite so transparent until I was in the water.
Jon had me swim up and down doing the breaststroke both forwards
and backwards. It wasn't long before a couple of teenage with
goggles started following me. Jon told me to adjust the bottoms by
sliding the front and back triangle to the same side. This left me with my
pussy lips and clit exposed. I had to do 2 more lengths with the
even closer to me before Jon told me to get out and get into the spa. I
felt very exposed and excited as I walked to the spa. My bikini was very
transparent and even I could see my brown nipples and lips. I
jumped into the spa as quick as I could but just as I got in the timer
stopped the pump. I had to wait for about 2 minutes in the still, clear
water with the couple that were in there with us staring at me. 10
minutes later, Jon decided that it was time to go; and because he took
my towel I had to follow him with everyone looking at me. Time seemed
to stop as I walked out of that room. Jon gave me my towel back and I
got dressed and met him in the entrance.
Back home Jon reminded me that I was supposed to be naked and that
it was punishment time. In a way, I was looking forward to this, and the
anticipation had helped to keep me damp since the previous day.
"Master" I said, "I know that I didn't please you yesterday and that I
must be punished. I am yours to do with as you wish. Jon took me up
what was now what I called the punishment room and restrained me
very much the same as the previous night, except that my ankles were
nearer my wrists, and I was completely off the bed. This meant that Jon
could swing me back and forward.
Jon stripped off and got a tawse out of one of the drawers and gave me
the first stroke. After each one I had to say the stroke number and
thank him.
His aim was getting better, and the end of the tawse was just bending
round my leg and touching my lips. There were a few screams before
some of the counts and thank yous, but at the same time, that feeling in
my belly was getting stronger and stronger.
When he had finished all 10 I looked up and saw that he had an
erection. I said, "Fuck me hard Master, I want you to take your
satisfaction from me." He just stood there, and pulled me back and
forward onto his dick. After about 20 strokes, he suddenly stopped me
from going onto him again and shot his load onto my belly. The first
blob nearly reached my face, but I couldn't reach it with my tongue.
After a few seconds, he pulled me onto him again, and held me there as
he got soft. When he had, he let go of me and walked out. A few
minutes later, he came and released me and told me to go and get a
shower.
Apart from the pain, I felt good after that, I had made my Master happy
and I now knew that I was his to do as he pleased, and what pleased
him, pleased me. I spent the rest of the day naked, sitting on cushions,
and watching TV. At one point, Jon played part of the of me that
he taken the previous day. It was 'interesting' to watch myself like that
and the bulge in Jon's trousers told me that he was enjoying it too.
That night, there was a bad thunderstorm that kept me awake. I have
always been a bit frightened of thunderstorms, and I went and asked
Jon if I could get into bed with him. He grunted and I got in. When I
woke up next morning, we were both laid on our sides, with him behind
me. His right arm was over me, holding my right breast, and his erect
dick was touching my pussy. This stated me getting wet, and after a
couple of minutes, I eased myself down and onto his dick. This didn't
wake him, and I practised contracting my vaginal muscles, pulling him
further into me. All of a sudden, he squeezed my and came inside
me. Contented, I went back to sleep, and when I woke up again he had
left for work.
Week commencing May 4
The week was spent shopping, sewing, and working on the PC. During
one of my days off, I spent time in town finding my way around. Not a
lot on this city, but more than in the town that I came from in Wales. I
had managed to find a stall in the market that sold lots of different
materials and found some very thin white lycra for the swimming
costume that Jon wanted me to make. It was as thin as some tights and
I was sure that if it was stretched I could see through it.
Jon had tried to describe the swimming costume to me, but I was
having difficulty understanding what exactly he wanted. In the end he
told me to take my dress off and used a ballpoint pen to mark on my
skin where it had to go. It started as a thin strap round the back of my
neck, then expanded in two pieces to cover my breasts. It then kept
going down in a deep 'V' going over my pussy, still in two pieces that
were only about an inch wide. They didn't actually meet each other but
were both attached to the back part about half an inch apart just where
my arse is. The back was like a full, high-cut bikini bottom back
that came round to the front as two thin tie cords. These cords could
either be tied on top of, or underneath the front part. When I had made
it and tried it on every time I leant forwards with it fastened underneath
the front part the front part would hang forward leaving my and
pubis exposed. I also had trouble keeping my clit inside the 2 front
parts.
Jon also had me make 2 pairs of shorts, one was with a top made out of
the same white lycra. They had to be high cut, and with only a 2 inch
crotch. The other pair of shorts were running shorts made of very thin
nylon cloth. The sides were to be rounded up to the waist, and the
crotch was to be 2 inches wide, and 3 inches longer than needed. With a
short length of quarter inch rope that I had to sew into the centre of the
crotch, they would easily stick out at the front, giving an easy view in
from the side. I went back to the market next day and found some
suitable green material.
During my trip to the supermarket on the Friday, I noticed a
watching me as I picked up things and put them in my trolley. At first, I
was a little frightened, but I started thinking that I could have a bit of
fun with him. I went to one of the freezer aisles that had no one around
and leaned over to get something from the back. My dress rode up and
he must have been able to see my bare bum. I then went to some
shelves and squatted down with my knees apart, to read a label on a
packet. As he was walking towards me, I could see the bulge in his
trousers, and the wet patch. He must have cum. I looked at his face, he
blushed and hurried off. I decided that it had been fun and swore to
have more fun like that.
Saturday May 9
As I was slowly getting up I realised that I'm getting used to wearing
just a dress or skirt and top now. Apart from when I go outside and get
a breeze on my I forget that I have no underwear on. It now
seems quite normal to be like that and putting a swimsuit or shorts on
feels strange.
Shaving my pubes every day was a bit of a chore, but my skin had got
used to it and the itching had stopped. I must talk to Jon about getting
an electrolysis machine so that I can remove them permanently.
Perhaps Jon will let me use it on him. The other thing that I have
realised is that I enjoy exposing myself to other people. I had really
enjoyed the previous days experience in Tesco and wasn't the least bit
embarrassed. I was very happy with my new job and very happy being
Jon's 'slave'. I feel very content having someone to take responsibility
for me. I guess that that was what was missing from my life in Wales.
Today was to be different to my previous weekends with Jon. Jon had
decided that we were going to decorate my bedroom. We went into town
and selected some wallpaper and paint and then got started. Jon didn't
trust me with the wallpaper but told me to do the painting. Before I
started, Jon told me to take my dress off, he didn't want me to get paint
on it. After we had been at it for about an hour I accidentally backed
onto a wall that I had just painted, and I got light blue emulsion paint
on my bum.
Jon said that that gave him an idea, and he took the paintbrush from me
and painted a bikini on me. He started with my pussy, saying that he
had to get it before my lips got swollen and my juices made the paint
run down my leg. It really tickled as the brush went over my pussy.
When he'd finished, it looked quite good, I'm sure that unless you were
quite close, you couldn't tell that it wasn't the real thing. I was looking
forward to testing that theory, but wondered how long it would be
before it started to come off.
It took till late afternoon to finish the decorating, and after some food
Jon opened a package had arrived by post that morning. It contained a
dog collar and lead, a pair of metal handcuffs, some straps that would
hold my wrists to my thighs, and 2 butt plugs. Jon told me that I had to
wear the collar when we went out that night. When we did go to a pub
in town a couple of hours later, all I was wearing was a black dress,
collar and shoes. Jon carried the lead, and put it on the table in the pub,
but didn't attach it to the collar. I think I might have been a bit
embarrassed being pulled around by a lead but I didn't get a chance to
find out. I wasn't at all worried by such a short dress, no knickers and
not being able to cross my legs because of the painted-on knickers. So
far, the paint was lasting well. A few people did a double take, but no
one said anything.
Sunday May 10
This turned out to be the hottest day of the year so far, and instead of
going to the Gym, Jon decided that we would go for a bike ride. In his
garage, Jon had 3 bikes, all with a crossbar. One had a very narrow
saddle and another had a wide saddle, but with a round in the
centre of it. After Jon had checked out the bikes, he put 2 in the back of
his car, and we drove out into the country. As usual, I wore just a dress
and shoes, which would be 'interesting' getting on and off, and using a
bike with a crossbar. We stopped at a big Water Reservoir that has a
path all the way round it. To get on my bike I had to raise one leg high
in the air to get it over the cross bar. Even though there were lots of
people around, I don't think that anyone noticed. Even if they had been
looking they would have only seen some of my blue 'knickers'. Some of
the paint had already come off. Jon told me to make sure that I wasn't
sat on my dress so that my bare was on the saddle.
As I got on I realised that Jon had set the saddle high enough for me to
have to slide from side to side as I peddled. I also bent forward and
looked back at the top of my legs and I could see my blue pubes as I
peddled. If I could see them, then so could anyone who cared to look,
but then again they would think that they were knickers. After a couple
of miles we came to a little picnic area that went from the waters edge
back about 100 yards to a wooded area. Jon decided that we would
have a rest and enjoy the warm sun.
We went to the edge of the wood away from the picnic tables and I un-
packed the drinks, snacks, and blanket that Jon had told me to bring.
Jon took his and shorts off, just leaving him in a brief pair of briefs.
And then told me to take my dress off. I had a good look round and
when I was happy that there was no one for about 50 yards, I took it
off. There was still enough of the 'blue bikini' left to fool anyone unless
they were within a few yards. Jon was not happy that I had hesitated
before taking my dress off and said that I would get 5 strokes for that.
After about 30 minutes of soaking up the sun Jon said that it was
punishment time and told me to follow him. Fortunately he headed for
the woods. I would not have been too happy if he had walked towards
the water, there were people there. He found a path into the woods, and
off we went. I was enjoying walking in the woods in the nude. It was a
nice 'free' feeling, and anyway, the only person to see me was Jon, and
he had seen more of me than was on display today.
After a while, we came across a small clearing with a big fallen tree
across part of it. Jon told me to lie over the tree and put my feet about a
foot apart. As I lay there I could hear Jon moving about, but I couldn't
see what he was doing. All of a sudden I knew what he had been doing,
my backside stung as a very flexible thin branch wrapped its self round
my butt. I screamed and said, "One, thank you Master."
This continued until I had received all 5. As I lay there crying I suddenly
felt Jon's dick enter me. It didn't have any resistance as I was very wet
by that time. As the tops of his thighs and hips touched my butt, the
pain started again. I came before Jon - just. When he pulled out, he just
said, "come on" and walked off.
When we got back to the bikes he told me to pack things away, get on
my bike, and follow him. When I asked about my dress, he said, "leave
it off for now." Fortunately there were not a lot of people on the path
that we took and it was about 15 minutes before we came across a
group of 4 teenagers - 3 and 1 girl, all about 14 or 15. Believe it or
not, not one of the even glanced at me. Neither did the couple that
we passed. In a way I was a little disappointed.
Just after that we were getting close to the car park and a lot of people.
I could also see a police car. Jon told me to put my dress on. Once the
bikes and us were in the car we started to drive off. Just as we went
through the entrance Jon told me to take my dress off again. There was
slightly less blue paint now, but still enough to stop anyone taking a
second glance at me when we were driving home.
Just as we got back to Derby, Jon pulled into a McDonald's Drive In. The
poor at the window wasn't quite sure what she saw. She didn't look
shocked, just puzzled. I don't think she knew what she had seen. When
we got home I had get out of the car just in my 'bikini'. I had to help
Jon unload the car before going in. Fortunately there was no one
around, but I was still 'excited' doing it.
That night, Jon told me to take a long bath, and 'soak' the paint off. I
had to use a scrubbing brush on some bits, and had some patches
by the time I had finished.
. continued in Part 2 .
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