Vanessa's Journal
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 an 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 red face. I stood there
with my hands trying to cover my breasts 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 hurt 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 red 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 changed
my mind and wanted to go home. My brain was saying yes, but the feeling in my
pussy, 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 stories 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
down-stairs, 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, 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 masturbate 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 pussy 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 pussy 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 pussy 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, but 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, and 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 stories 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 young female assistant and a couple of teenage girls 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 take 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
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 girls 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 girls 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
girls were just staring, and the woman from the couple was pulling her man 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 young 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 breasts and looking at
myself in the mirrors. The two girls 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 breasts 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, and 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 there, 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,
then to ignore them, it would be one of his friends coming to collect something,
and 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 days excitement must have really worn me out.
I woke-up with a start. It look 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 alright. 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 what 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 alright, 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
into the kitchen, and put the kettle on. I was sat drinking a coffee when Jon
walked in wearing nothing but a days 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 cock 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 cock 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, he tied ropes to my
ankles, but then pulled my legs over my body, and tied then to the top corner
posts as well, leaving my wet pussy open and facing the ceiling. With that he
picked up one of those old 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, boy 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 Chinese 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, and
my pussy was really wanting his cock 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, and that 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, and 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 my self. 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 girls
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.
