This is part 12 of my Journal. I started writing it when I made a bold
decision to change my life. I left my dull existence in North Wales and
went to work as a Housekeeper for a in the East Midlands of
England. It is a decision that I will never regret. I have never been so
happy and never had so much pleasure.
Vanessa
Saturday July 31
A busy morning and I was glad when it was lunchtime. Debbie and me
both had the same lunch break so we went to the coffee shop down the
road. She asked again if I would permanently remove her pubic hair for
her. I said yes and reminded her to be at our house early on the Monday
morning. Debbie told me that she'd been saving up to buy herself a car
and would be glad when she didn't have to rely on buses. She said that
she had just about got enough money dependent upon how much
discount she could get with her 'pussy power'. I told her that I would
like to help her with that and said that, "Two pussies are better than
one." As we were laughing about that one of the other from the
salon joined us so the conversation got boring.
In the middle of the afternoon the manager asked me to wax a ladies
legs. She looked slightly than me and as we went upstairs she
quietly asked me if I would trim her hair 'down there'. At first I didn't
realise what she was wanting and I just said, "Yes, sure, no problem." It
was only when she lifted her skirt up and took her knickers off that I
realised what she meant.
She sat on the reclining chair with her legs up waiting for me to get the
wax strips sorted out. As I was 'doing' her legs she was telling me all
about the new love of her life. When I'd finished her legs she told me
that she wanted to be left with just a heart shape of short pubic hair
with the bottom of the heart starting at the top of her slit. As she was
telling me this she opened her legs wide and 'drew' the shape of the
heart with a finger. I though that I'd trim away most of her dark brown
bush and then use an eyeliner pencil to mark out the heart on her skin.
She was talking all the time that I was trimming her hair but most of
what she was saying didn't make any sense. I guess that she was
nervous. It only took me a few minutes to do the trimming but by the
time I'd finished her lips were swollen and open and her juices
were starting to seep out. She seemed a little embarrassed so I said,
"You know, by this stage a lot of women have had their first orgasm."
That seemed to make her relax a bit but that distinctive aroma of a
woman's was filling the room. She jumped a bit as the eyeliner
pencil touched her skin but she settled down as we agreed on the shape
and size of the heart.
Next came the painful part as I got a couple of wax strips and put them
on either side of her lips. I didn't ask her if she was ready, I just
did it. She screamed as I ripped the first one off. I was stood beside her
and as soon as the first one was off her hand went round my leg and up
my dress. She was looking waiting for the second one to come off and
as it did her hand went up the inside of my thigh and grabbed it just
below my pussy. That second strip missed a few hairs and I told her that
I'd come back to them.
The next 2 were up the sides of the heart and were easy to do. Just
before each one came off her hand started pushing up against my
pussy. By that time I think that my was just as wet as hers was.
When they were off I had to go over to the table to get some more
strips. I pulled away from her and she let go of me but as she was
letting go the pressure made the 2 bottom fasteners on my dress come
undone and for a second she could see that I was naked under the
dress. She just smiled and said, "I thought so."
We were alone in there with the door shut so I didn't bother fastening
the dress and when I went back to her to do the top of the heart her
hand went straight up my dress and round to my pussy. As I was
delicately cutting the wax strip to the right shape her hand was playing
with my pussy. As I pulled that top strip off a finger went inside me, and
she came. She shuddered and moaned for ages as her finger pushed
hard into me. I was glad when her orgasm started to subside as she was
starting to me.
There was just one more strip to go to remove the few stubborn hairs
on the left side of her pussy. She was so wet that I had to dry her with a
tissue before putting the strip on. As it came off her finger shot into me
again. I'm sure that if there had been any more to do then I would have
cum as well.
After that there was just the final trimming of the heart to do and then
the inspection. As I was holding the mirror for her to see herself she
said, "Look at me, I look like Ken's just inside me and it's starting
to leak out." "You look perfectly normal to me." I said. She then said, "I
couldn't help but notice that you've got your labia pierced, would you
mind if I had a look, Ken's talked to me about it and I'd like to see what
I'd look like." I didn't mind so I pulled back the sides of the dress to
show her. I wasn't thinking about how much pressure was needed and
the rest of the press-studs popped open and I was left showing the
whole of the front of my naked body. When she said, "What does it look
like from underneath," I opened my legs wide. She got off the chair,
stood in front of me and put a hand on my pubes with her fingers
pressing into my pushing part of the chain in as well, and said;
"Very nice, I bet your boyfriend loves it." "He does." I said, and backed
off.
There was something about her that I didn't really like, I can't put my
finger on what, but I wasn't going to let her do more to me than was
necessary to get my job done. I know I was getting a bit sexually
excited by it, but it just didn't feel right. I fastened my dress as she put
her knickers on and she followed me down the stairs. As I gave her her
change at the till she gave me a £10 tip and said, "Thank you, you were
wonderful."
Nothing much happened after that and Jon picked me up at 5 o'clock
and took me home.
Jon didn't fancy going out that evening so we had a quiet night in front
of the TV.
Sunday August 1
A boring day, nothing exciting happened. Jon spent most of the day
either watching motor racing or working on his PC while I soaked up
some sun.
Week commencing August 3
Monday - Debbie surprised us by arriving just before Jon left for work.
Jon greeted her at the door saying, "You're keen aren't you, can't wait
to get rid of all that horrible hair then." Debbie looked a little bit
embarrassed as Jon said good-bye and left. We had some breakfast and
then I said, "Come on then girl, get 'em off." We both laughed as Debbie
whipped off her top and skirt. She hadn't been wearing any underwear.
The no bra had been obvious but with a lose skirt it's never easy to tell.
Debbie was now as naked as I was and I invited her to come and have a
look at the punishment room while I got the Sonique depilatory machine
out. When Debbie first saw what was in the punishment room she just
stopped dead in her tracks and said, "What the hell's all this?" I
explained it all to her but she said that she couldn't understand how the
'fucking machine' worked. I told her that I guaranteed that it did and
that I'd show her it in action after we'd got rid of all that hair. As I said
that I lightly ran my fingers over her pubic hair. The next question was
where were we going to perform the operation. I suggested outside on
the grass but Debbie said that it was a bit 'fresh' for her at that time of
the morning so we settled for the conservatory. I got lots of cushions
and put them on the floor for her. Debbie had trimmed her pubes so
that they were all about a quarter of an inch long, which made it easier
for me. I suggested that I started with the hairs inside and round her
lips saying that I wanted to get them out before she got too wet. Debbie
said that she wouldn't get wet, but I just said, "You will girl."
I must say that it took a lot longer for me to see and smell her juices
than I'd thought. It was about an hour, just before I was ready for a
break. Debbie has a nice pussy, not a very big clit though and just to let
her know that I knew she was 'warming-up', I quickly slipped a finger in
and then out of her and then said, "Told you so, come on, let's
have a coffee." Debbie had gasped a bit as my finger went into her and
then she looked a bit embarrassed as we got up and went into the
kitchen. Nothing was said about it over coffee but when she got back
onto the floor and spread her legs I could see that her natural chemistry
had taken over and all her lips very wet.
As I started with the machine again I told her all about my last trip to
the doctor's when there had been the couple of student doctors there
and I'd in the middle of being examined. Debbie (and me) was
laughing about it but at the same time her was getting wetter.
By late morning I'd just about got all round her lips done and had got
some of the front done. My back was aching and I needed a break so
we went for a walk round the garden then upstairs to the punishment
room. Debbie asked where it got its name from so I climbed onto the
'whipping-T' and put myself into the position that I was often in. Debbie
said that the 'fucking machine' part now made more sense but that she
would never let anyone beat her like that. She couldn't understand when
I tried to explain that although the pain was bad, it really tuned me on
and that I often had an orgasm just through the pain. When she said
that she still couldn't understand I offered to let her watch the next time
Jon punished me. I told her that I was sure that Jon wouldn't mind, but
she wasn't sure. We went back down to the conservatory to start again
but it was so hot in there that Debbie asked if we could move out onto
the patio.
We'd been at it for about an hour when I heard the side gate open.
Trevor had come to cut the grass. Debbie was startled and tried to get
up until I told her that it was only a 15-year-old lad who had come to
cut the grass. I think that her state of sexual excitement had a bit to do
with it and she quickly relaxed as I told her about the times that Trevor
had seen me naked and perhaps done things to my body without me
knowing who was doing them. Debbie said that I had an amazing life.
Trevor got on with his job and I got on with mine. There was very little
conversation with Trevor (probably because he couldn't get a word in
with Debbie and me rabbiting on) but whenever I looked at him he
seemed to be looking at us. It took Trevor twice as long to cut the grass
as it used to take me but there again what would you expect from a 15-
year-old in that situation.
It was the middle of the afternoon when I finally finished and let Debbie
examine her now permanently bald pussy. She said that it reminded her
of the times she'd had to use communal showers at junior school and
there had only been one or two of the who had had hair by then.
We both laughed and went for the martini bottle.
After a couple of drinks I asked Debbie if she wanted to have a go on
the 'fucking machine'. She said that she wasn't sure so I said that I'd
show her how it worked first, then let her decide. We took our glasses
and the bottle and went upstairs. I got a couple of chairs and rigged
everything up and switched the motor on. I then climbed up, strapped
my wrists together and hooked them onto the rope. My arms were going
up and down, but my legs were supporting my weight and keeping my
pussy above the dildo. The anticipation had lubricated my so I
didn't have any problems as I lowered myself onto the dildo as I looked
at Debbie. Her face was a of fascination and envy. She was
already holding a hand on her pussy.
On one up-stroke I lifted my feet off the chairs and let them hang down.
The motor was now doing all the work and I was just taking the
pleasure. It didn't take long before I started to feel an orgasm building
inside me and within about 10 minutes I was cumming. As I calmed
down I saw that Debbie's hand was busy working on her pussy.
I lifted my feet onto the chairs and lifted myself up so that I was off the
dildo, then asked Debbie if she wanted a go. "You bet!" was the reply
and she was helping me untie my wrists in seconds. As Debbie lowered
herself onto the dildo she let out a big gasp and it took a few seconds
before she got into the rhythm of the machine and lifted her feet of the
chairs. When she did I moved them out of the way and told her to relax
and go with the flow.
It wasn't long before she was moaning and sighing and within about 5
minutes she was screaming, "Yes, yes!" as she came for the first time.
As she calmed down I asked her if she wanted me to put the chairs back
so that she could stop. As she said was, "Don't you dare!" Just as she
was cumming for the second time Jon walked in the door. I hadn't
realised what the time was. He didn't waste any time in telling me to get
on the 'whipping-T' and strapping me down. Debbie was facing the
whipping end and my head was very close to her bald pubes as she
went up and down. She'd seen Jon come in but hadn't said anything, I
guess that she was too interested in the pleasure she was getting to
care.
The moans from Debbie made me believe that she was about to for
the third time but they stopped when Jon landed the first stroke of the
cane. As I said, "One, thank you Master" Debbie went all silent. By the
time I got to, "Ten, thank you Master" Debbie was moaning again and I
was getting close to cumming. Jon landed the next 3 so that the cane
end whipped round and hit my clit (he's getting very good at doing
that). I came on the 13th stroke and Debbie came shortly after that.
Jon stopped after that, switched the motor off with Debbie in the down
position, and then dropped his trousers and fucked me from behind as
Debbie looked down at us. After he had he pulled his dick out of me
then pulled his trousers up. Debbie was silent as Jon undid the velcro
fasteners and let me get down. I put the chairs in position and helped
Debbie lift herself up. When she was on her feet she said, "That was just
amazing, I've never felt anything like that before, and never seen
anything like that before. Did you really enjoy that Vanessa?" "I came
didn't I" I said.
Debbie and me went to the bathroom to get cleaned-up and then went
down to join Jon. Debbie got her top and skirt and put them on. As she
did Jon said, "Your bald looks good Debbie." For some strange
reason this embarrassed her and she went all red. I got us all some tea
and then Debbie said she had better be going but not before she asked
if she could come again and if we would help her buy a car. When I
explained what she was talking about Jon said that he would be happy
to give some cars the 'once over' for her, then stand back and let us
girls manipulate the salesman.
The rest of the week wasn't anything special, nor was work on the
Friday. The paperboy came for his money on the Thursday evening, but
he's seen me naked that often that it doesn't do anything for me
anymore.
Saturday August 7
Saturday wasn't too bad. Had a chat with Debbie who asked if we would
help her buy a car on the Sunday.
Sunday August 8
Jon took me to the gym and really made me work hard. I had to wear
my white lycra shorts and bikini top AND my Ben Wa balls. It wasn't
long before my was soaking the shorts and I was glad that I didn't
have any pubic hair to show through the then near transparent lycra.
When it came to the exercise cycle Jon set the saddle quite high and I
had to slide from side to side on it. Just as I was getting on a youth of
about 16 or 17 came into the gym and started working out just in front
of me. Within a minute of getting on the cycle I realised that Ben would
be working overtime and that it wouldn't be long before I had an
orgasm. I started sweating a lot more and I wasn't sure if it was
because of the exercise or from my attempts to not cum.
I couldn't help it; I let out a slow moan that attracted the attention of
the youth. He asked me if I was okay and then kept watching me after I
managed to say, "yes - thank you." The orgasm was coming and there
was nothing that I could do to stop it. I tried to pedal faster to try to
hide my shaking as I started to cum. The expression on my face must
have been amazing. The faster I pedalled the more I came. In the end I
just stopped pedalling and collapsed onto the handlebars gasping for
breath. The youth asked me if I was okay again. All I could manage to
say was, "Oh yes."
That was one of the best orgasms that I've ever had. Getting myself off
like that with a stood just in front of me, watching me, really
turned me on. I don't know if he knew what was going on but the bulge
in his shorts told me that he'd enjoyed it. I decided that I'd try to
remember to wear Ben every time that I go to the gym. When I'd
calmed down I looked over to Jon who was also watching me and
smiling.
From there we went to the pool where Jon told me to take Ben out. I'd
never thought about taking them out under water. It wasn't as easy as
when I'm stood on dry land and it was fortunate that there were very
few people in the pool.
I was glad of the cool water though it really made my nipples stick out.
We didn't stay long there and went home to wait for Debbie. As we were
driving to the first car showroom I told her about the gym. She'd never
heard of Ben Wa balls so Jon promised to buy her some.
The first car place wasn't very promising. Firstly there weren't any cars
that Debbie liked and secondly the salesman was an that
neither Debbie nor I fancied flashing our pussies at. We'd arranged it so
that Debbie and me would go in and have a look round then come out
and tell Jon which car(s) she fancied. Jon would then go in and have a
look at it / them and then come out and tell us what he thought. If he
was happy then we'd go back in and start working on the salesman.
Debbie wore a loose blouse and a short tight skirt. I wore my baggy
cheesecloth dress. Not a piece of underwear between us.
At the second place we struck lucky. It was a big place and there were
quite a few cars that Debbie fancied. Also, most of the salesmen were in
their twenties and there were a few that were quite dishy. As we looked
round we saw a few of them eyeing us up and 3 of them came up to us
and asked if we needed any help. Debbie finally decided on 2 cars that
she fancied and we went out to where Jon was and told him which ones.
Ten minutes later Jon was back saying that both of them looked okay to
him but reminded us to ask about warranties. Within seconds of us
starting to look at one of the cars one of the salesmen pounced. Debbie
asked him to tell us all about the car while we listened and looked.
Debbie was the first to flash her at him as she bent-over to look at
the engine. He was stood at the other side of the car and I saw his eyes
open wide as her blouse fell away from her chest. I got into the driver's
seat and adjusted my dress while he was still looking at Debbie. When
he turned to look at me he was staring right at my pussy. I'd sat with
my knees open so he could see the lot. He was mumbling something
and looking a bit in the face when Debbie asked him if there was
much room for the passengers to get into the back (it only has 2 doors).
"Let me show you," the salesman said as he went round to her side and
held open the door. Debbie bent over to climb in but stayed half in and
half out with him behind her. He must have had a fantastic close-up
view of her pussy. I could just see round part of Debbie and could see
the bulge in his trousers.
After what seemed like hours Debbie finally climbed right in and flopped
down with her legs at his side and her butt at the other side. Even if her
tight little skirt hadn't ridden-up he would have been able to see all her
pussy. As it had ridden-up he could see the bottom half of her naked
stomach as well. After a couple of seconds Debbie said, "Shouldn't really
wear short skirts when climbing into the back of cars should I?" "Oh, I'm
not complaining," said the salesman. I said, "neither am I." That made
him turn to me with a puzzled look on his face.
"Right then, lets have a look at the one over there." Debbie said.
As we followed the salesman over I whispered to Debbie that it was my
turn to get in the back. "Spoil-sport" was all she said.
The salesman went on about the history of the car or something but I
wasn't really listening.
Neither was Debbie and we kept asking him what some bit was or what
something else did. Each time we either bent over so that he could see
down our tops or up our skirts. At one point I saw that another of the
salesmen had got into the car next to us and was pretending to do
something to it as he looked over to us.
I made sure that the other salesman got a real good view of my ass and
pussy as I got in the back. I bet that he'd have a hard-on for hours after
we left. Debbie had climbed into the driver's seat and was asking the
salesman to explain what each of the "knobs and dicks" did. At least I
think she said 'dicks' and not 'sticks', the salesman took it as 'sticks'
because he quickly said, "and this stick controls the indicators."
As I climbed out of the car backwards to give the other salesman
another look Debbie asked, "Was there enough room to have a bit of
hanky-panky in the back Vanessa?" I finished getting out then got back
into the front seat and said, "I think so, do you want to try it now?" "No,
sex isn't quite at the top of my list of priorities at the moment," was the
reply.
After that we got out and Debbie told him that she like both cars and
that she wanted to talk about money and discounts. The salesman
asked us to follow him into a building where he offered us a seat at one
side of a desk while he sat at the other. Both our chairs were not close
to the desk and I'm sure that he was looking at my un-crossed legs and
up my dress. When Debbie asked about discounts the salesman said
that he'd have to go and talk to his boss and he left us. When he was
gone Debbie said, "Don't you ever cross your legs?" As Jon won't let me,
I said, "Never." After a few seconds Debbie said, "I know, remember
that film with Sharon Stone in it?"
Nothing else was said but when the salesman came back we were both
sat there lounging back in the chairs with our knees a few inches apart.
When the salesman saw us he went again and as he sat down I
noticed that the bulge in his trousers was still there. Debbie is quite
good at haggling and managed to get the price of one of the cars
reduced by quite a bit more than I would have thought was possible. As
we walked out of there and round the corner Debbie clenched her fist
and said, "YES, see what power can do for us women." Jon over-
heard her and said, "Yes, you women can just about get whatever you
want - if you go about it in the right way."
Jon took us to a pub for some lunch and Debbie insisted on paying.
Back home Debbie was still quite pleased with herself and asked Jon if
she could use the 'fucking machine' again. Jon gave the impression that
he wasn't too keen on the idea so Debbie said to him, "I'll let you fuck
me first." Jon's reply was, "Your power won't work with me but if
you can make love to Vanessa first then you can use the machine."
Without any hesitation Debbie turned to me and started French kissing
me. She caught me by surprise so I looked at Jon who just shrugged his
shoulders and walked out of the room.
Debbie is quite a good kisser and while I was enjoying that her hands
were easing the top of my dress over my shoulders and down to the
floor. As her hands came back up my body they stopped at my
and she squeezed my nipples between her fingers. They went rock hard
and I moaned a little. Debbie backed-off, lifted her top off over her head
and unfastened her skirt. After a little push it fell to the floor leaving us
both naked.
Jon came back in at that point and told us to go outside into sun on the
grass. Debbie grabbed my hand and pulled me outside. She gave me
the impression that she was in some sort of hurry but that went away
when she told me to lie on the grass and then she started kissing me all
over. It was very sensual, she started at my feet and went all up my
legs. She by-passed my and kissed all over my stomach and
chest, but not my breasts. She then started on my face then neck. It
was so relaxing it was amazing.
Next she opened my legs wide then knelt between them and leaned
over and French kissed me again. This time her hands started
massaging my and nipples. At one point I thought that I was
going to and she hadn't even touched my pussy. She then started
kissing and licking my stomach. This time she went to my wet, aching
pussy and started playing with my clit with her teeth. I could feel an
orgasm building but still managed to see that Jon had come outside and
was standing just above my head. He was naked and had a big hard-on.
Debbie saw him too and stopped eating me long enough to say, "Please
fuck me." Jon (calm as ever) said, "Are you sure?" Debbie almost
screamed, "Fuck me, now." Jon went round behind her, grabbed her
hips and entered her. As he did he pushed her forward and her face
pressed hard against my pussy. It a bit and straight after she
pushed her tongue inside me. It wasn't long before I came and as I
calmed down I saw the expression on Jon's face. He had as well.
We all kept still for about a minute before Jon said, "Right, straight
upstairs and onto that machine." He had us run upstairs and while he
set-up the wrist straps, ropes and motor, I got the chairs and got
Debbie up and ready to be lowered down onto the dildo. Jon did a quick
check round then told Debbie to lower herself onto the dildo. As she
went down she let out a big sigh. Jon switched on the motor and when
Debbie went up I moved the chairs. After watching her go up and down
a couple of times Jon told me to clean his dick (with my tongue). As I
was doing this I could see Debbie out of the corner of my eye. She was
staring at us with a glazed expression on her face.
I'd just about got Jon's dick clean when I heard Debbie start to moan.
Jon sat on one of the chairs and lowered me down onto his Dick that
had got hard again. We watched Debbie go through 3 orgasms before
Jon decided that she'd had enough. By that time Jon had in me
again, but I hadn't again. I was a bit disappointed when Jon told
me to get off him. We had to help Debbie get off the machine because
she was totally knackered and we left her on my bed to recover. When
she eventually came downstairs she was dressed. Jon has also got
dressed and was working in the garden. I got Debbie a cup of tea but
she was still too tired to talk. All she really said was, "That's one hell of
a machine you've got there girl." Jon took her home leaving me to get
some food ready.
Week commencing August 9
Quite a quiet week really, nothing exciting happened. Even the eclipse of
the sun wasn't worth the effort of looking at.
When I went to work on the Friday Debbie told me that she'd collected
her car and that there had been a bit of a reception waiting for when
she'd arrived. Four of the salesmen were there, all wanting to show her
every bit of the car. Of course she'd had to bend over a few times and
there had always been one of them behind her and in front of her
waiting to get a glimpse up her skirt or down her top. It had only taken
her seconds to realise what was going on so she'd decided to milk it a
bit and had managed to get them to fill up the petrol tank (they paid)
for her before she'd left.
Saturday August 14
Early afternoon Jon came into the salon and stayed just long enough to
give Debbie a little box. I kept watching her and when she went to the
loo I followed her and asked her if she was going to put her new friend
Ben Wa to work. At first she wasn't sure but in the end she did. I
watched her for the rest of the afternoon, it was quite interesting and
watching her made me get all damp. Twice people asked her if she was
all right and when it came to going home she said she just had to go
and take them out. She said that there was no way that she could have
walked to her car and then driven home with them in.
Jon took me into town that night and round some of the livelier pubs. No
one gave my ultra short dress a second glance and most of the
were wearing skirts that short. I wonder just how many of them weren't
wearing what I wasn't.
Sunday August 15
After the newspapers it was straight to the gym and a workout. I wore
my white lycra shorts, bikini top and Ben again. I hadn't intended to put
Ben in but when I saw the same youth that was there the previous week
I changed my mind. Needless to say that he smiled and said hello when
we walked in and he kept looking over towards me all the time. I'm sure
that he saw the outline of my rings and chain AND the wet spot on my
shorts when I used the machine that stretches your legs wide open. His
face went all and he looked away for quite a while. I'm sure that he
was waiting for me to use the exercise cycle, I know I was.
Ben had been working before I got on the cycle but as soon as I started
the cycling movement with my legs Ben really earned his keep. I
pedalled faster and faster as I tried to hide the building orgasm. I don't
really know why I pedalled faster because there were only 3 people in
that room and all 3 knew that I was getting off in front of a that I
didn't know. Jon was quietly getting on with his weight lifting and the
youth and me were staring at each other. I'm sure that he knew exactly
what I was doing.
I slowed down when I came but didn't stop pedalling until I was
something like normal. I got off the cycle with sweat poring off me (and
a very contented look on my face). The youth was still staring at me
right up until I looked directly at him and said, "I needed that!" The poor
lad came back to earth again and started using the rowing machine
again.
We went for a swim next and as we walked to the changing rooms Jon
told me to leave Ben in and to change my shorts for the rest of the
bikini. In the pool there were a group of about half a dozen teenagers,
boys and girls. As I walked from the changing rooms the saw me
and stared at me. I wondered if one of my rings had 'escaped'
from the confines of my bikini bottoms but I just ignored them and
jumped in after Jon.
We did a few lengths and the movement of swimming made me
again, then we went into the jacuzzi. We were the only ones in there to
start off with and Jon told me to take my bikini off and put it on the tiles
at the side. This didn't bother me for 2 reasons, firstly I would be below
the bubbles and no one would be able to see me even if there had been
anyone there; and thirdly, I enjoy the feeling of the bubbles on my
naked pussy.
I was laying back end enjoying the experience for about 5 minutes when
2 of the came and joined us. No problem as I was below the
bubbles, except that one of them was looking at my bikini on the tiles
outside the water and then looking back at me. He nudged his mate and
they were whispering to each other.
A couple of minutes later there was a problem, the bubbles stopped (the
last few times that we'd been there the bubbles were on all the time).
After about 10 to 15 seconds the water was calm and very clear. The
boys could see everything that I've got. I looked down and with me
being sat at the edge of the underwater seat I could see all my
and jewellery. If I could see it then they could. I looked at Jon who said,
"Young lady, do you often take your swimwear off in a jacuzzi?"
It took me a few seconds to think of what to say then I said, "Where I
live people don't normally wear anything at all." "That's not the done
thing here so I suggest that you leave. Better still I'll take you out." Jon
replied. With that he grabbed my arm and pulled me up out of the water
and then the jacuzzi. I just managed to grab my bikini as Jon pulled me
by my arm right round the pool to the stairs towards the changing
rooms.
I didn't make it up the stairs before Ben took me over the top again. The
fast pulling that Jon had been doing brought on a strong orgasm and I
just couldn't move. Jon saw what was happening and let go of my wrist.
I leaned against the wall while I shook as it arrived with force. As I
started to calm down I looked round the pool and saw that everyone in
there was watching us.
Outside the changing rooms Jon laughed and said, "Good reply, I'm glad
to see that you didn't tell any fibs, otherwise I would have had to punish
you. Go and get dressed, we need to be back at home." As I walked into
the changing room I said, "Must remember to tell a fib next time." I just
heard Jon say, "I heard that."
Back home we both stripped off and I got us some food then Jon settled
down to watch some motor racing. I'd just finished clearing up when the
doorbell rang. It was Debbie, she was out for a drive and had called to
thank us (again) for helping her buy it. She didn't look at all surprised
when she stuck her head into the lounge to thank Jon and saw him
naked. We went into the kitchen and no sooner than I'd got us a drink
than the doorbell rang again. This time it was Bridie and she was upset.
I took her into the kitchen and poured her a drink as I introduced Bridie
to Debbie.
As Bridie sat down she said to Debbie, "I know you don't I?" After a few
minutes of working things out it turns out that they went to the same
school and that Debbie was in her last year whilst Bridie was in her
second year. Debbie couldn't remember Bridie but Bridie certainly
remembered Debbie because of all the gossip about her. Needless to say
that Debbie (and me) wanted to know what everyone had been saying.
It turns out that all the kids knew that Debbie shaved her and
that she used to sit at the front of the class so that she could flash her
pussy to most of the teachers. Bridie said that she had been amazed by
it all at the time, but now she'd wished that she'd had the guts to do it,
especially when Debbie told her that it got her lots of A+ grades.
Bridie had come round because she was upset - she'd just bust-up with
her boyfriend. He'd started getting all possessive about her and wanted
her to wear underwear all the time. Now that Bridie had discovered the
joys of being knickerless there was no way that she was going back to
sweaty crutches and not having any flashing fun. Well not when the
weather was reasonable. After a couple of drinks and lots of talking we
all made a pact never to wear knickers again.
About an hour later (and most of a bottle of martini) Jon came in to get
himself a drink. He hadn't heard Bridie arrive and was a little surprised
to see her. When she saw his lack of clothes she said, "Well if both you
two are starkers then I might as well be as well." As she stood up and
started taking her top and skirt off, Debbie stood up and said, "What the
hell!" and off came her dress as well.
There was now 3 naked, shaved, women and 1 naked, shaved in
the same room. I guess that most in that situation would have had
a raging hard-on and be wanting to screw all 3 of them but Jon was so
cool about it. He just said, "Cheers!" took a mouthful of his drink and
walked out. I suppose it must have been something to do with the fact
that he could probably have any one (or all 3) of us anytime that he
wanted.
The 3 of us took the bottle into the conservatory and it wasn't long
before we were talking about sex. Debbie was telling Bridie the truth
about what she got up to at school and how she used 'pussy power' to
get things that she wanted. She also told her that she'd flashed her
pussy at the salon owner to get her her job, and that she still did it
sometimes if he'd asked her to do a job that she didn't want to. I made
a mental note of that in case there came a time when I was asked to do
something that I didn't want to.
We spent the next couple of hours finishing off the bottle of martini and
telling each other about the 'exploits' that we had been up to in the last
few months, and the next thing that I knew was when Jon came in and
told us that we were all drunk. He brought us another bottle of booze in
and left us to it. I know that we went on talking for ages but the next
thing that I really remember was that it was getting dark and that Jon
was carrying me upstairs.
Week commencing August 16
Monday - I woke up next morning in Jon's bed with both Debbie and
Bridie next to me. We were all still naked and they were both fast
asleep. I don't remember anything happening between us.
Jon had slept in my bed and he was trying to wake us all up so that
Debbie and Bridie could get to work on time. He finally managed to get
them up and away then he told me that I couldn't go back to bed
because we was taking the week off and that we were going for a walk
to clear my head. He told me to put just a dress and trainers on and we
went off towards the open country.
I have to admit that even though my head it was quite nice walking
though the fields at that time of the morning, everything was so quiet
and fresh.
By lunchtime I was back in the land of the living and Jon decided that
we'd go and play tennis in one of the local parks. He told me to wear
just trainers, one of my very short, thin 'A' skirt and a crop top that is so
short that you can see the lower part of my tits. It's quite a loose fit and
every time that I lift up an arm it rides-up over my breasts. Sometimes,
if my nipples are hard it gets caught above them and leaves me exposed
when my arm comes down. When I was putting it on I was thinking that
playing tennis would be quite 'interesting', especially when I serve. As
we were driving down there I hoped that there wouldn't be any
kids there.
We got there and as we were hiring the court the was looking
me up and down. He looked what I imaging the typical 'dirty man' to
look like, shift eyes, eyeing me up and down, and wearing shabby
clothes. I've had more than my share of staring at me over the last
year or so, so it didn't bother me in the least.
The court we were given was a grass one in the middle of a few of them.
There were a couple of teenage playing on a court to one side and
2 teenage couples playing doubles on the other side. We were about half
way through our first game when I noticed the 2 talking and
looking over towards me. My little skirt was still covering my bum and
pussy but my right was uncovered. The action of serving had
caused my top to ride up and my bullet like nipples were stopping it
going down again. When that volley ended I went up to Jon and
pointed-out my predicament. At first all Jon said was, "Yes, nice isn't it."
"Master," I said, "those are staring at me and they now know that I
know that I'm exposed." "Okay," Jon said, "at the end of each volley you
can pull your top down. That way it will look as if you're not doing it on
purpose." "Thank you Master." I said, and we restarted the game.
Needless to say that as soon as my right arm stretched to hit the ball
my boob popped-out again. Then when Jon won the volley I pulled my
top down again. This went on for ages until Jon won the first game. In
the second game Jon had me running around more and a couple of
times when I had to turn or run quickly I tripped-up and went flying
headlong onto the grass. As I got up the second time I noticed that we
(or should I say me) had an audience. The 2 and the 2 couples AND
the of an attendant were watching me. Not only that, when I
came to get up I saw that my top was above both my and my
skirt was nearly up round my waist. No wonder I had an audience.
At the end of the next game Jon told me that we would play one more
game the leave. After a brief rest (where the others started playing
again), Jon told me to walk back to the other side of the court
scratching the top of my right cheek - under my skirt. He said that he'd
once seen a very sensuous called 'The Tennis Girl' where a
had been doing just that. The last game was just as energetic as the
previous one (for me anyway). The teenagers had given up looking and
were getting on with their game but the was still there. Half
way through Jon told me to stop adjusting my top and we played the
rest of the game (Jon won again) with me virtually topless.
When it came time to go we collected the balls but we were one short.
After a couple of minutes Jon said that he remembered me hitting one
right out of the court. We went looking for it and eventually Jon saw it
stuck in a branch about 4 metres up a tree. The had come over
to help us look for it and kept saying that we'd have to pay for it if we
couldn't hand it in.
There was no way that we could shake it down so Jon said that I'd have
to climb up and get it. "Besides, it could be fun." For him and the
man he meant. The last time I'd climbed a tree was when I was a kid
but after a few seconds working-out how, I started to climb. As soon as
I lifted my foot of the ground I realised that the was going to
get one hell of a view of my pussy. When I got onto the first branch I
saw that the 2 couples who were playing doubles had stopped and all 4
of them were up against the fence watching me.
I made it onto the next branch then I had to right across to the
branch that the tennis ball was stuck on. 'What the hell' I thought as I
virtually did the splits above Jon and the man. I glanced down to see
Jon smiling and the mad drooling. The branch that I out to
wasn't as solid as it looked and my legs opened even further. I started
to fall and my arms grabbed out for anything they could find. They
found the branch that I was trying to get on and I just saw the tennis
ball get shaken lose and fall before I lost my grip and started to go
down. As I went down I saw my thin 'A' skirt blew up round my waist.
I deliberately rolled over on the grass to break my fall and when I came
to a stop I was on my back with my skirt still round my waist and my
legs reasonably wide open. The worst (or best) part was that I was
about 2 meters from the fence where the 2 couples were watching me,
and my feet were facing them. I just lay still for a few seconds getting
my breath back then I saw Jon and the come over to me. Jon
knelt down beside me and as he was asking me if I was okay I saw the
old appear at my feet. Guess where he was looking? I was winded
and I tried to tell Jon that I was but the words wouldn't come out. Jon
said, "Stay still and I'll check you over."
Jon then started to slowly run his hands all over me to see if he could
find anything out of place or anything that when he touched it.
Fortunately nothing but he did find something out of place. My skirt
was still round my waist and my top was round my neck. As Jon moved
down my body he lightly ran his hands over my breasts. This made my
nipples stand to attention. As his hands went down up one leg then
down the other he pressed the side of his hand onto my pussy. I let out
a moan that made the jump a bit. As Jon reached my other foot
he said, "Nothing seems to be out of place, does it anywhere?" I
waited for a few seconds thinking what to say, then said, "I've got this
burning feeling between my legs can you do something about that
please?" Jon said, "There's nothing wrong with you get up and cover
yourself up." As I got up I saw that the man's face was a picture.
We didn't go directly back to the car; we went for a walk round the park.
There was no one in the kids play area so we went and had a go on the
swings. As Jon pushed me higher and higher my skirt blew up. It was a
good job that there were no kids there. After that Jon told me to climb
over the climbing frame. When I got to a sort of arch in the frame Jon
told me to hang upside down by my knees. Of course my skirt was
round my waist and my top was round my neck and my blood was
rushing to my head.
I never heard them approaching but I definitely saw the 3
teenage kids when they stopped their bikes just in front of me. I started
to pull myself up but Jon said, "Stay!" After what seemed like an
eternity where I could hear my blood pounding in my head Jon finally
got hold of my body and lifted me off. As my head slowly cleared I saw
the lads sniggering then biking away. Jon had to hold me a bit as we
walked back to the car. I enjoyed that.
Before he would let me into the car I had to take my skirt off and we
drove home with me wearing just my trainers and skimpy top. Not one
person gave any indication that they'd noticed.
Back home Jon and I packed the car. We were going camping at
Blackpool for a couple of days.
Tuesday - We set off very early and got to the Manchester area before
we hit any real traffic problems. We got held-up in a traffic jam just
before we needed to turn off the M6 and it was late morning when we
finally found a campsite. As we entered the campsite I remembered that
I was wearing my favourite cheesecloth dress and that I'd have to bend-
over and squat down a lot to put the tent up then get everything into it.
I felt a bit disappointed when there was no one around the area that Jon
decided we'd use.
After we'd pitched the tent we went for a walk round. The site was a
little self-contained village with it's own little shop, café and bar. Jon
decided to give that a miss and we walked onto the main road and got a
bus into the centre of Blackpool. We walked along the beach and I was
glad (I think) that I was wearing my cheesecloth dress rather than the
skirt and top that I'd worn the previous day. At least the dress dropped
back down into place after the wind had blown it up, the skirt was so
light that it would probably have stayed up. I got a few people looking at
me when the dress did blow up.
We had some 'typical' British Fish and Chips for lunch, I though that
they were all right but Jon said that he'd had a lot better. On the walk
back to the campsite we stopped at one of the hundreds of amusement
arcades along the seafront. Jon gave me some coins and I spent ages
dropping them into one of those machines that slowly pushes the coins
over the edge. I think I just about broke even by the time I'd finished.
Near the campsite was a bit of a fun fair that we had a look round. We
had a go on the bumper cars, that was fun. Jon had a go at rifle
shooting and won a big pink teddy bear that he gave to me. For a laugh
we went into this hall of mirrors. There were hundreds of them on the
walls and ceiling. They really did distort shapes. There were a few other
people in there as well, quite a laugh. At one point I saw a lad of about
14 who didn't seem to be enjoying himself. After a few seconds I
realised that he was looking at a mirror on the floor, one that I was
stood on. Guess what he was looking at. What the hell I thought, I'll
give him something to have a quiet wank about in bed that night so I
looked away from him and opened my legs. After a couple of minutes
Jon came over to me grabbed my arm and pulled me away saying, "stop
it," you'll drive the poor lad crazy.
Back at the campsite I made a cup of tea on the little camping stove.
We didn't have a table with us so I was doing everything down on the
grass. At first I forgot that with me being squatted down with my dress
not covering all my legs that my would be on show for everyone
to see (if they looked). It was only when I saw some lads playing
football in the area in front of our tent spend a lot of time on the grass
looking over towards me that I remembered. Too late by then so I just
stayed there letting them get educated.
Before we went out that night we went for a shower. The ladies shower
block backs onto the mens and there was a in the wall at the back
of the shower cubicle that I went into (the only one free). I couldn't be
sure but I'm think that there was someone looking through it because I
kept seeing light coming through it, then it going off. Anyway someone
watching me take a shower isn't going to upset me. I made a point of
standing where whoever would be able to get a good look at my pussy.
And I frigged myself to a quick orgasm just for the fun of it.
It was a bit windy that evening so Jon let me wear a sweater over my
dress. That didn't stop the skirt part blowing up, but at least I was a bit
warmer. We walked to a pub on the seafront that was full of
people. Nothing exciting happened other than that we had a good time
watching everyone get drunk.
Both Jon and me climbed into a double sleeping bag that night. Jon
fucked me from behind and I went to sleep with Jon still inside me.
I woke up at about 4:00 o'clock in the morning dying for a pee. I
climbed out of the tent and squatted down behind it. I hadn't bothered
putting any clothes on as it was dark and quiet but when I was in mid
flow I was lit-up by someone shinning a torch at me. Everything was still
quiet and the beam was coming from a tent a short distance away. The
torch beam stayed on me as I finished off then stood up. When I was
upright the beam was on the lower part of me so I could see where it
was coming from but I couldn't see a face. After a few seconds of trying
to see I gave up and went back into the tent. The beam followed me all
the way.
Wednesday - Next morning I was up early and in the shower before Jon
got up. I checked the showers and found that the cubicle that I'd been
in had the smallest in the wall. All the others were bigger and one
was so big that I thought that I'd be able to get my hand through. The
wall wasn't very either. Anyway I decided to have my shower in
that cubicle and half way through I saw the light in the go a bit
darker. I made sure that whomever it was got a good look at my
and jewellery then I bent over so that my bum and was close to
the hole.
The next thing that I knew was that something was just touching my
bum. I looked round and saw about 2 inches of this dick sticking out of
the hole. It was circumcised like Jon's but I don't think that it was his
and I wasn't going to let it fuck me. I thought about backing onto it but
I decided against it. What I did do though was to grab it and wank
whoever until a whole load of his shot into my cubicle.
After that I decided to get out and quickly get dried in the open area,
wrap my towel round me and get back to our tent. Fortunately I didn't
see any around as I almost ran back to our tent. Jon was still in the
sleeping bag when I got back and when I went into the tent he got out
of the bag and told me to sit on his morning erection. As I sat there I
amused him by telling him what had happened.
I wore my dungaree dress and a short crop top that day and I had the
expected problem (ha) of my showing as I cooked some bacon
and eggs for us. As I was doing that 2 youths got out of the tent where
torch had been shining from when I'd got up for a pee. Both of the
youths stared at me as the walked passed us.
After breakfast we walked away from the centre then turned round and
ended up back at the fun fair. Jon was in a bit of a daft mode and we
had a ride on a roundabout. Jon told me to ride on a while he got
on a motorbike. That plastic was cold on my bum and anyone who
was looking must have had quite a sight when I got on and off it.
As we got off I said that I remembered that last time that I was on a
horse, in Tenerife. It brought back some nice memories. Jon said that
we could go riding there, he'd seen an advert back at the
campsite. I reminded him that I'd only got dresses with me but all he
said was, "so what? "Before I knew it we were back at the campsite
telephoning the riding school and booking a session that afternoon.
When we got there this looked me up and down and said,
"Haven't you got any trousers?" before I could say anything Jon said, "It
doesn't matter, she can ride like that." The gave me a funny look
and then turned away. There was another couple who arrived about the
same time as us; they were in their early twenties. He was wearing
shorts and a T-shirt and she looked as if she was wearing black tights
under a T-shirt. When she got on the they gave her I'd swear that
I could see her pussy. It was just a quick flash but I couldn't see any
trace of any knickers and I'm sure that it was her hairy that I
could see through the stretched material.
Jon got on his then it came to my turn. They put the next to
a big lump of concrete so that it was easy but as I swung my leg over I
saw that all the others were looking at me. By then they must all have
seen my jewellery. As the horses started to walk out of the yard 3 other
girls on horses joined us. Two of them were only wearing bikinis and the
third a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. Those 3 were obviously experienced
riders and they were galloping round the fields as soon as they got the
chance. The rest of us stayed at a walking pace. One of the has big
breasts and a lose fitting bikini top. As soon as she started galloping I
wondered how long it would be before that top came off.
We all started going a bit faster and I was starting to enjoy the feeling
of the leather saddle on my and between my legs. We went from
the fields and down onto a quiet of beach. The 3 were riding
up and down the beach at the waterfront. The 2 in bikinis were
both having problems (not that they looked as if they minded). The one
with the big had come out of her bikini top and both Jon and the
other were watching the bouncing. The other girl's bikini bottom
had turned into a wedgie. She looked as if she was wearing a thong.
The from the stables stopped us then told us that we could ride up
and down the beach for a bit. While we were doing that she said that
she was going to join the 3 who were racing up and down. As we
set off I looked back and saw that she had got off her and was
taking her T-shirt off (she had a bra on). I kept looking and watched her
take her jodhpurs off. As she pulled them down her knickers came
down with them. She pulled the knickers back up then got back on her
horse and was off.
The 4 of them came passed us a few times and all of them looked as if
they were in some sort of trance. It was obviously a happy trance as the
all had a grin on their faces. I don't know why I didn't twig, but it was
Jon who said, "They're getting off on that aren't they?" The other
heard him and said, "Yeah, great isn't it?" He turned to his woman and
said, "Why don't you have a go?" With that she was off, not as fast as
the others though. Jon turned to me and said, "You have a go."
I'd never ridden a fast and was a bit nervous but I wanted to have
a go. I'd already got a wet patch on the saddle and my was telling
me that it wanted more so off I went. As the started to gallop I
was scared at first but I managed to get into some sort of rhythm
bouncing up and down. I don't know if I was doing it right from a
riding point of view but the bouncing up and down on the saddle was
doing my the world of good. I think I was starting to realise why
so many like riding. Maybe the material that jodhpurs are
made of is so because it needs to absorb all that juice.
Anyway I was off. My dress was up round my waist with all the bouncing
up and down and I was starting to get close. I turned (somehow) the
horse and started back. It wasn't long before I was cumming and I was
still shaking as I went past Jon and the other bloke who were both
trying to watch all of us at once. When it came to the turning point I got
the to slowly walk back with me squelching as I gently bounced up
and down on the saddle. My dress was still up when I got back to Jon
and the other who just couldn't take his eyes off me. Jon said,
"Good was it?" All I could manage was, "You bet!" as I swung one leg
over and slid off the horse. As I stood there my dress slid back down to
cover my bum and pussy.
After a few minutes the other came back over to us. They were all
wet and I'm still not sure if it was with sweat or spray as they rode
through the waves. Four of them had their bottom halves lost into the
cracks of their bums and the with big hadn't bothered to
cover them. All 5 of them had nipples that were sticking out, and the
with the had her tights looking as if she'd sat in a bowl of cum. She
looked quite silly really.
When the from the stables got her breath back she put her T-shirt
and jodhpurs back on then said, "That was good, let's start back shall
we?" She didn't wait for an answer, but I heard the other say to
Jon, "That was one hell of an experience there's times when I wish I was
a woman." Jon just said, "Yes" and came over to help me get back onto
my horse. Needless to say that as I got my leg over (no pun intended)
everyone could see my jewellery again.
The walk back to the stables was uneventful and we left as soon as we
got back. On the way back to the campsite Jon decided that he wanted
to go for a walk on his own so I decided that I'd walk back into the noisy
part for another look around. I walked along the beach and then up
towards the crowds. I was busy looking at something up on the road
and lost my footing on a rock near the steps. Over I went twisting my
ankle as I went. Fortunately I landed on the sand and didn't
anything other than my ankle, which like hell. A middle-aged couple
saw me go over and not get up so they came over to help me. When I
told them about my ankle they helped me up and over to a first-aid
point.
It wasn't long before 2 first-aiders were administering their skills. They'd
told me to lie on this bed while they slowly removed my shoe then
prodded and poked my foot to see what the damage was. At first I was
more interested in my ankle to realise that the were lifting my leg
up and out a bit. I guess that they were expecting to see a pair of
knickers, or at best a hairy pussy. One pair of eyes lit up when they saw
my jewellery.
"What the hell," I thought, my priority was my ankle and whatever they
were doing was helping. I didn't care about the little modesty that I still
have. One of the eventually told me that he didn't think that
anything was broken and asked me if he could spray something on my
ankle. I haven't a clue what it was but it was amazing, one minute my
ankle was throbbing and the next it was nearly normal. With most of the
pain gone I decided to have a bit of fun and sat up, bent my knee and
brought my ankle to my lap so that I could rub it.
After a couple of seconds I looked at the men, both sets of eyes were
riveted on my so I stopped and pulled my skirt down so that they
couldn't see it any more. As I did I said, "Whoops, it was such a nice
day that I didn't bother putting any knickers on, hope you don't mind."
After a couple of seconds as their brains realised that the show was over
one of them said, "Not at all lady, we're used to it." The bulges in
their trousers told me that they weren't used to it. I thanked them and
left.
I took the tram back to close to the campsite and was having a lie down
when Jon got back.
After an uneventful shower Jon told me to put my best dress on and we
got a taxi into town. I'd put my silky dress on and as I got into the taxi
the driver watched my every move. Because I had to bend over to get
into the car I'm sure that he was getting a good view of my breasts.
Jon took me to a big hotel and the taxi driver watched us walk up the
steps to the main entrance. I knew that he was watching so I bent
forward a bit so that he got a good view of my bare ass. We had a
fantastic meal but no dancing; my ankle was still hurting a bit so Jon
agreed to let me stay sat down. Didn't have any fun with the waiter, it
was a and she seemed more interested in Jon than in me.
Thursday - Got up early and the weather wasn't too good so Jon decided
that we'd pack up and head for home. We took a detour and drove
through part of the lake district. Very nice, but as the weather was dull
we didn't bother stopping anywhere. On the drive down the motorway
Jon told me to take my dress off and ride back naked. The only people
who seemed to notice were a couple of lorry drivers that we passed. I
think Jon deliberately slowed down and crawled passed them to let them
have a good look at me.
Friday - Wasn't really looking forward to work but it wasn't too bad. I
did notice Debbie giving the Manager a quick flash up her dress. I
wonder what she was after. That night Jon took me to our local pub, I
noticed a couple of looking at my legs but the place was too
crowded for any real fun.
Saturday August 21
Work was OK. Had lunch with Debbie and asked why she was flashing
her at the manager. It turns out that she was trying to get a pay
rise but the manager didn't want to know. She said that she was
beginning to wonder if the bloke had decided that he was gay. She
wasn't too happy when I suggested that perhaps she'd flashed him so
many times that it had become the norm and it didn't do anything for
him any more.
Just before closing time I got a really awkward customer. She really
pushed my patience to its limits and I was still mad when I got home. I
did something stupid in the kitchen and Jon told me off. Instead of
apologising I answered him back so I got punished. I know that I like
Jon's punishments but at the time I wasn't thinking about that, it was
that stupid woman at the salon.
Jon's immediate reaction was to tell me to 'assume the position'. It had
been a while since Jon had told me to do that and I was a bit slow in
reacting. He left me like that for about 30 minutes before marching me
upstairs and strapping me onto the 'whipping-T'. I'd forgotten how good
it feels being strapped over the 'T' with my and bald mons
pressing down onto 'T' and my legs stretched wide apart with my feet
not touching the floor. That feeling of helplessness and the anticipation
of knowing what is going to happen next really does clear my mind of
everything else.
That evening was full of pleasant surprises. No sooner than Jon
completed restraining me to the 'T' than I felt something hit my
then go into it. It was the spring-up dildo that Jon had released. I
couldn't" have been completely 'square' on the 'T' and it as the
pressure of the spring forced the dildo into me, but once in it felt good.
Jon left me strapped there for about 10 minutes before he came back in
and pulled the spring-loaded dildo out of me. The anticipation had
already made me wet but when I saw Jon come back in naked and with
a big hard-on I really felt my juices flow.
It had been a while since Jon had used the cane on me and I'd forgotten
how bad the pain was. By the time I'd got to "10, thank you Master" the
tears were dripping down onto the floor. At "15, thank you Master," Jon
changed tactics a bit and got the end of the cane to whip round a cheek
so that the end hit my pussy. At "19, thank you Master" I started to
cum. Jon realised this, dropped the cane and pushed his dick hard into
my pussy. I think I started screaming a bit at that point.
It wasn't long before Jon came as well, then there was silence for a
minute or so as we both slowly came down from our 'highs'. As soon as
I felt Jon start to get soft he pulled out of me and started to un-strap
me. He took me round to the other end of the 'T' and I had to climb up
and lower myself onto the dildo. He then strapped my wrists to the rope,
way above my head then switched the 'fucking machine' motor on.
There I was going up and down on the dildo and enjoying every second
of it. It wasn't long before I was cumming again. When I did Jon left the
room and didn't come back for what seemed like hours. In reality it was
probably only about half an hour.
I lost count of the number of times I orgasmed in that 30 minutes and
when Jon finally did come back I was covered in sweat, absolutely
shattered and very close to passing out. But boy, was I happy. Jon
switched the motor off and then turned the wheal so that I was at the
lowest point with the big dildo totally inside me. Just when I
thought that he was going to help me get down, Jon said, "you can stay
there until morning," and left.
I had to spend the whole night impaled on the dildo, hanging by my
wrists. Fortunately most of my weight was supported by my thighs on
the 'T'. After a couple of minutes of trying to pull myself up a bit I just
gave up. As I passed-out I remember feeling like the end of the dildo
was going to push up through my stomach and out of my mouth.
Sunday August 22
When I woke up I was in agony. I don't know which the most, my
aching arms or my stretched pussy. I was real glad when Jon came in
and lifted me off. I couldn't stand up and Jon had to carry me to my
bed. When I woke up again it was mid morning. My arms were almost
normal but I felt as if the dildo was still inside me. I had a shower and
walked downstairs keeping my feet wide apart.
I couldn't find Jon anywhere so I got some breakfast then went and lay
(face down) on a sun lounger on the patio. About an hour later I heard
someone coming round the side of the house and assumed it was Jon. It
was only when I heard a voice say, "Bloody hell, what happened to you,
what are all those marks on your backside?" that I realised that it
was Trevor. I got up and then said, "I've been a naughty and Jon
punished me, I deserved it." As I said it I could see Trevor's eyes
looking up and down my naked body. The poor lad's obviously too
to be used to seeing a naked woman and I could see his shorts move as
his dick was getting hard. I don't think he really knew what to say, he
just said, "Well, if you're alright I'd better get on with cutting the grass."
Poor lad, he really does need to get himself a girlfriend and get himself
laid. I left him to it and went inside to get on with the household
chores. Jon returned just as Trevor was leaving. That night I watched
lying on my stomach on the floor. Jon kept playing with my with
his toes. I was hoping that he'd let me sleep with him and fuck me that
night, but I slept alone.
Week commencing August 23
Monday - Debbie came round and was a bit shocked to see the
wheal marks on my backside. The pain had gone by then - apart from
when I pressed on a bit. When I told her what had happened she
said that she could never let anyone do that to her, even if she did get
to a few times in the process. I told her that I certainly wasn't
complaining.
Debbie had come round to ask a favour, a few pubic hairs had started
growing again and she wanted me to use the hair removal machine on
them. Before I'd had chance to say anything she'd dropped her skirt
leaving her naked from the waist down. "Look" she said, pointing to one
of them.
I don't remember having had that problem when I removed mine, but
there again, I did remove all Debbie's on the same day so I guess that it
was possible to miss a few very small ones.
I went and got the machine and we went into the conservatory. Debbie
lay back on one of the reclining chairs and I got to work. The inevitable
happened and I started to see Debbie's lips swelling and her
juices seeping out. I looked up at Debbie's face to see her eyes closed
and a bit of a smile on her face. As I moved from hair to hair I had to
open her lips to look for any more and I let my fingers slide in and out of
her pussy. By the time I got the last one my hands were so slippery that
I was having trouble keeping hold of the machine. I put the machine
down and started doing a proper job on her pussy. It wasn't long before
she started to and I kept going until she came for a second time.
After she'd calmed down we went into the kitchen and got us some
lunch before Debbie said that she had to go - "things to do." She
dressed and left leaving me a bit 'wanting'.
Wednesday - Had a reasonable time a Tesco, I wore my cheesecloth
dress and had some fun bending over in front of a couple of male
shelf-stackers.
The paperboy came for his money that evening and had a good stare at
me. I suppose that at his age you just can't get used to seeing naked
women.
Friday - The only exciting thing that happened that day was that the
salon boss asked me to wax the legs and bikini line of a woman. It
turned out to be a of about 15 or 16. When we got upstairs I told
the to get on the reclining chair as I started getting the things
ready.
When I turned round the was sat in the chair all right, but she was
naked from the waist down. When I told her that she could have kept
her knickers on she said, "I wasn't wearing any. And anyway, wouldn't
you have needed to remove them to do my bikini line?" The
obviously didn't know what was normal and I guess someone had been
winding her up a bit. I managed to think quickly and saw the
opportunity for a bit of fun. After a couple of seconds I said, "That
depends on whether or not you want all your pubic hair removing, some
women like to leave a bit." The thought for a few seconds then said,
"All my friends say that everyone has them all removed so I want them
all off."
I was quite surprised at how well the handled the pain of the wax
strips being pulled off. It was only when I started on the hairs round her
pussy that she started cringing before I pulled them off and she let out a
couple of muffled screams when I did rip them off. She also let out some
pussy juices as well. Part of her was enjoying it.
We were both enjoying the part where I rubbed oil all over her
afterwards. I told her it was part of the treatment and made a big deal
of rubbing it right into her hole. She was enjoying it as well, I'm sure
that I felt her have a little orgasm but she was obviously trying to hold
back.
Saturday August 28
Work wasn't very exciting but when I got home that evening I saw that
Jon had bought a new vacuum cleaner. One of those Dyson ones where
a lot of the parts are made of transparent and brightly coloured plastic.
When I switched it on I realised that the suction was a lot stronger than
the one. When I told Jon he smiled and said that we were going to
have some fun with that. I didn't realise what he meant at the time.
That evening Jon took me to a nice pub way out in the country and we
had a lovely meal. I wore just a tight black pencil dress and shoes and I
got lots of looks from the there. Jon kept talking about what I could
do with the new vacuum cleaner and I hadn't a clue what he was on
about.
Sunday August 29
After the usual slow breakfast and paper reading Jon took me to the
gym. We didn't go for a work out which was a bit of a shame as on the
way there I had been wondering if the same would be there
and I was looking forward to 'getting off' in front of him again. Instead
Jon told me to put just my white lycra bikini on and meet him in the
pool. The place was nearly empty and we managed to get quite a few
laps in before people stared getting in the way.
From there we went into the sauna and lay on the benches. As I climbed
on Jon said that as my bikini bottoms were just about lost in my
and ass crack I may as well take them right off, the top as well. Even if
there had been anyone else in there I would still have done it and it
wasn't long before I laying on my back naked.
About 5 minutes later a woman about my age came in and spent the
rest of our time in there staring at me. I couldn't work out if the staring
was with approval or disapproval. Anyway when he's had enough Jon
told me to go and get showered and dressed and to meet him at the
entrance.
Back home Jon settled down to watch some motor racing from Belgium
while I cooked the dinner.
After the motor racing Jon told me to get the new vacuum cleaner out
and then to lie down on one of the reclining chairs in the conservatory
and to close my eyes. I heard the vacuum cleaner being switched on
and then the next thing I knew was that the end of the thin crevice
suction nozzle was touching my right nipple. Needles to say my nipple
went rock hard instantly. My nipple was easily into the end of the
nozzle and when I opened my eyes I could see it vibrating about in the
end of the transparent nozzle. The feeling was fantastic and I was
disappointed when Jon pulled it off. It wasn't too bad because Jon
moved the nozzle to my left nipple straight away. I could feel my
getting wet and that lovely feeling deep in my stomach.
A couple of minutes later Jon took the nozzle off and slowly moved it
down my front to my pussy. As soon as it got near my chain it it
up and I screamed. Jon immediately pulled back and switched the
machine off. After a quick inspection Jon decided that it would be best if
I removed the rings and chain. He said that he didn't want them to be
ripped off me.
When I lay down again Jon started the vacuum and moved the nozzle all
around my eventually letting it suck my clit into it. was that
good. My clit was rattling around inside the nozzle and I was really
getting turned on.
It only took a minute or so of that before I started to cum. Jon wasn't
finished, he alternated the nozzle between my clit, my
lips and my nipples. At the same time he let the nozzle get close to the
entrance to my hole. It was unbelievable, the whole of my body around
my was vibrating like mad. I was cumming over and over again.
This went on for what seemed like a lifetime. It was nearly as good as
being left on the 'fucking machine' upstairs. I was glad that Jon didn't let
the nozzle go right inside me, I'm sure that it would have half of
me out and down that pipe. As it was my juices managed to get right
down the pipe and into the transparent tank.
In the end, when Jon finally switched the machine off I was knackered
and a bit sore but that didn't stop Jon from fucking me.
After about an hour just lying there I went and had a shower before
getting on with the rest of my chores for the day.
That night Jon surprised me when he told me to stop writing this
Journal. I've got quite used to the routine of updating it, and will miss
keying the details of what I've been up to into it. I'll also miss the hours
of playing with myself and bringing myself to orgasm after orgasm as
my brain goes though all the exciting times that I've had. Never mind, if
that what Jon wants.
Jon also told me that he's thinking about publishing it on the Internet.
On the one hand that makes me all excited (wet as well) but on the
other hand I'm a bit apprehensive. I'm not ashamed of what Jon and me
get up to but I'm a bit concerned that people we know me will recognise
me.
If this really is the end of this journal then I feel that I have to say that
not only have I enjoyed writing it, I've also had (and hope to do so for a
long time yet) a lot of fun and pleasure out of my new life. I'm really
glad that I found the courage to take that first big step and I'll always
be grateful to Jon for showing me that life really can be so good.
Sunday November 21
Hi there again, Jon has just told me that he's created an e-mail account
vanessa.evans@bigfoot.com
for me and that he wants me to post this journal to a news group on the
Internet. I'm still a bit nervous about doing that but Jon wants me to do
it so I will, once I've found out how.
Vanessa
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