Vanessa's Journal
Week commencing April 27
Nothing special happened during the week, Jon was at work most of the time. I
went and registered with a doctor on the Monday (the Doctor looked a bit funny
at me when he saw that I was shaved and didn't have any knickers on when he
examined me before putting me on the pill, but he didn't say anything). I spent
most of the time either sewing, or practising on the PC. I've started typing
this Journal into it, starting with today's entry. I'll go back and copy the
rest into it as soon as I can, but I'm still very slow at this.
Saturday May 2 - The big Shopping Centre
Jon was going to spend some more money on me. We went up to Sheffield to a big
covered Shopping Centre, Jon told me to wear the cheesecloth dress again, my
denim jacket and the Ben Wa balls. This was going to be slow progress I thought.
During the journey, Jon said that we weren't going home until 10 people had seen
my pussy, 5 male and 5 female, and that I was going to count them. If he thought
that I was cheating, then I would get a sore backside when we got home. As we
were driving up the Motorway, I adjusted the seat back and laid back thinking
about the fun I was going to have. It didn't bother me one little bit that when
I was laid back with my dress just above my pussy. If any passing motorist was
looking, then they would count towards the 10. Only problem was that I wasn't
looking at them to count them. When we arrived, we had to walk a few hundred
yards through the car park, and it was windy. I lost count of the number of
times that I wanted to pull the hem of my dress back down, and I will never know
how I managed to stop my natural reactions. Unfortunately, there weren't many
people around as we walked in, and I didn't get to start my counting. Ben was
doing his job well, and just after we got in, I had to sit down and calm down
before going on. This rest gave me the chance to start counting, as the seat
that we sat on was facing one of the main entrances, and at that time there were
quite a few people coming in. The first chance came as 3 young couples came in
and walked straight towards us. I told Jon that I was going for it, and asked
him to watch their eyes. All 3 couples seemed to be engrossed in each other and
I thought that my open knee flash had been wasted until 1 of the girls suddenly
did a double take. At least I had managed 1 female.
We stayed sitting of the bench for about 5 minutes waiting for other 'suitable
candidates', but nothing, so we moved on. The first clothes shop that we went in
had some nice things, and we bought a dress and a wrap-round skirt. Jon said
that with slight modifications, the skirt, even though it was a full length one,
could be made to show a lot of leg each time I put a foot forward.
Unfortunately, the changing rooms were cubicles in a separate room, and didn't
give me any opportunities. The shop next door was a furniture shop, we went in
and went to the part where the beds were. There was a male assistant who looked
as if he was still at school, and that this was just a Saturday job. We waited
for him to come over to us, and Jon started asking him questions about the price
and delivery. Jon then told me to get on the bed and see if it was comfortable.
There was no way that I could get on the bed in that dress without showing more
than most women would want to. "Here we go, number 2," so I sat on the side,
then swung first one leg then the other one onto the bed. The assistant's eyes
opened wide. Jon told me to lay back and then turn over. With a dress that
short, half my bum was on show.
As I rolled back, I noticed that a man and a woman were also looking at me. I
smiled and thought that that was a bonus, I was now up to 4, 2 of each. I then
got off the bed in a most un-lady like manor, making sure that I gave them their
'money's worth'. Jon continued to talk to the assistant for another couple of
minutes, but then told me we were leaving. As we were walking out of the shop,
Jon told me that I had left 'a snail's trail' across part of the bed when I got
off it. I had to ask him what he meant, and he said that I had left a line of
pussy juice as I slid my uncovered pussy over the bed as I got off. I wanted to
go back and look, but he wouldn't let me.
I was having to walk slower and slower as Ben had more and more of an effect on
me. We were passing a Ladies room, and I pleaded with Jon to let me take them
out. When I explained to him that I wouldn't be able to go much further, he
finally agreed. When I came out of the Ladies, I was able to walk faster, but at
the same time, something was 'missing'.
Whilst I was in there, I had cleaned-up myself, but it wasn't long before I was
getting just as wet. The next shop that we went it was another dress shop. We
didn't find any dresses or skirts that Jon liked, but we did find a bikini that
he liked. It was one that had a low-cut, under-wired bra, with shoulder straps
that connected at the front, almost under my arm-pits. It was made of a cotton
mix material in orange check.
I selected a top and bottom in my size (34A), but Jon swapped the top for a 34C.
He then swapped the bottoms for one that was a size too small. As we were
walking towards the changing rooms, Jon told me to come out and show him what it
looked like on. When I went through the changing room door, I saw that it was
one big communal changing room, and that there were already about 7 or 8 other
women in there. They were all pretty young, and in various stated of undress. I
took my jacket off, then my dress. This left me naked, and I though that this
was the ideal time to expose my pussy to the remaining 3 women that I needed. I
sat on the bench, and made a big deal of putting the bikini on. I put the top on
first, then stated talking to myself to attract some attention. I got the 3
women that I needed very easily, but would Jon let me count them if he hadn't
seen them. Putting the bottoms on was a bit difficult, but I managed it, and
went out. Jon smiled, and said that I didn't look bad at all, he then asked me
to bend forward, and I suddenly realised why he had swapped the top for a 34C,
as I looked down, I could see inside the top, and there were my nipples clearly
visible, not touching the front of the top. I stood up, and they fell back in.
Jon told me to go and get dressed. When I had taken the bikini off, I pretended
to adjust my dress before putting it on. I was waiting for another one of the
women to notice me before putting it on. I wanted to get the count even higher
than I needed. It wasn't long before a girl of about 15 looked at me, and stared
at my bald pussy. I have never been aroused by the thought of another woman just
looking at me, but I could feel my juices flowing.
When I got outside, Jon was waiting with a matching bikini bottoms that were 2
sizes too big for me. He bought the bikini (top and bottoms) saying that they
would be OK, once I had done a few changes to the bottoms; and we moved on. As
we approached an escalator, Jon told me to go up, and wait for him at the top,
he would be up in a minute. I did, and when Jon arrived, he told me that I had
been followed up by a man who had been following us. Jon said that the man had
been a few steps below me and was staring at my legs all the way up. Jon said
that next time he told me to meet him at the top, I was to bend down and put a
bag on the step in front of me, then pick it up again, but that I could add 1 to
my count of men, because the man must have had been able to see my pussy.
The last shop that we went into was a Newsagent. Jon kept telling me to pass him
something from the bottom shelves, but we never saw anyone looking at me. After
that, Jon decided to leave and we went back to the car. During the drive home,
we went through the whole morning's events, and although there were well over 5
women who had seen my pussy there were only 4 men. Jon said that the extra women
didn't compensate for the shortage of 1 man. Therefore, I would receive some
punishment later, and that it would take 3 different forms. Firstly, I would
have to be naked for the rest of the weekend, except for when we went out,
secondly, I would have to spend the night restrained, and thirdly, I would
receive 10 strokes of an implement yet to be decided. He didn't say when I would
get the 10 strokes.
When we got home I took my clothes off, and Jon told me that I would get my
punishment the next morning. Before that, I was to get us some food, then he
would be taking me out for the evening. Jon had me wearing a low-cut dress that
had short full skirt - no underwear of course. We went to a rugby club where
the local team were celebrating a win. There were lots of men and only a few
women. Jon decided that I would be drinking the same as him that night - beer.
I had 2 pints, and he had 4, but I couldn't hold it like he could, and I had to
keep going to the toilet. Only problem was, that I had to go through a large
group of men that were quite happy. Every time that I went through them, their
hands were everywhere. One even held my skirt up, and as Jon was watching, I
couldn't pull it down. I just had to keep moving, and wait for it to come down
on its own. A short time later, one of the men came over to us, and said that I
was obviously game for good time, and would I put on a show for the lads.
Thankfully, Jon said no, but said that I would next time. I asked Jon what I
would have to do, and when, but he just said, "don't worry, it's nothing that
doesn't come naturally."
As it was dark when we left, Jon told me to take my dress off and get into the
driver's seat. I was going to drive home naked. It was a good job that it was
dark. Once home, I had to walk from the car to the house naked, and Jon would
not let me run. When we were in, Jon said, "assume the position." I had to wait
like that while he went and got some 'items' that I hadn't seen before. Firstly,
there was a pair of padded leather wrist straps that had a metal hook on, and a
similar set of ankle straps. I had to stand up and put these on and follow him
to the bedroom that had the bed with the corner posts, and the hooks in the
ceiling. Once there, he had me lay on the bed, before he tied ropes to my ankles
and wrists, before tying them to hooks in the ceiling. This left me stretched
wide apart. He pulled them so tight that I was hardly touching the bed apart
from the centre of my back. He then got his video camera and set it up an a
tripod so that it was looking straight at my pussy. He started the video and put
a vibrator in me, on a low setting. What he did next surprised me a bit, as I
had never seen a gag with a ball built into it, but he put that into my mouth
and a blindfold on me, then left me. I had already started getting wet when I
was naked on the drive home, and by that time, I was well on the way to my first
orgasm of the night. After a lot of jerking, trying to push the vibe out, and 3
orgasms, I must have passed out. When I came round, I was sweating and very
tired, but I was starting again. The next time I came round, the batteries were
nearly flat. After what seemed like hours I went to sleep.
Sunday May 3
Jon released me, and took the camera away while I slowly walked to the shower.
It took while for my arms and legs to get back to normal. After that, the Sunday
started the same way as the previous Sunday mornings, except that both of us
were naked, me getting the breakfast ready, and Jon reading the papers. After
breakfast, Jon said that after the Gym, it would be punishment time. At the Gym,
Jon told me to wear just the same T-shirt, and trainers. I went through the same
routine as the previous week, but on the leg spread machine, I was on my own. I
had to wait until I thought that no one was looking before each stretch. This
put my timings all out, and I only scored 35 out of 100. I enjoyed the exercise
cycle again, and I left my 'mark' on the saddle. Just when I though that I was
done, Jon told me to do a session on the abdominal exerciser. This is a metal
frame that you lay on the floor with, with your head on the head rest. You then
put your arms straight up in the air, and press on the front of the frame. This
lifts your head and tenses your abdominal muscles. This wasn't a problem when I
kept my legs on the ground, but after a couple of minutes Jon had a look round
the Gym, saw that there was no one else at that end of the Gym, and then told me
to look at the diagram on the wall. This showed a woman doing the same as I was,
except that her legs were pointing to the ceiling. Jon said, "10 like that."
Well, it was a good job that no one else was there, because as soon as I lifted
my legs up, my T-shirt was round my waist leaving me naked from the waist to my
trainers. I rushed the 10.
After that, Jon told me to go and put the white bikini on and meet him in the
sauna. Jon was wearing a very brief swimming costume that was made of very fine
mesh. It didn't really hold his cock in one place, and it bounced about as he
walked about. It was also semi-transparent and if you stared at him, you could
see his cock, although it was a little confusing with him having shaved pubes.
After about 5 minutes in the sauna, the white polyester and cotton bikini that
used to be one of Jon's old shirts, was wet with sweat, and quite transparent.
Non of the other people in the sauna appeared to notice, and when we left, I
went in front of Jon. We had a shower, and went to the swimming pool. I had put
my towel round me, and when I had to take it off to get into the water, it
wasn't quite so transparent until I was in the water. Jon had me swim up and
down, doing the breast stroke, both forwards and backwards. It wasn't long
before a couple of teenage boys with goggles started following me. Jon told me
to adjust the bottoms by sliding the front and back triangle to the same side.
This left me with my pussy lips and clit exposed. I had to do 2 more lengths
with the boys even closer to me, before Jon told me to get out and get into the
spa I felt very exposed, and excited, as I walked to the spa, as my bikini was
very transparent, and even I could see my brown nipples and pussy lips. I jumped
into the spa as quick as I could, but just as I got in, the timer stopped the
pump. I had to wait for about 2 minutes in the still, clear water with the young
couple that were in there with us, staring at me. 10 minutes later, Jon decided
that it was time to go, and because he took my towel, I had to follow him with
everyone looking at me. Time seemed to stop as I walked out of that room. Jon
gave me my towel back, and I got dressed and met him in the entrance.
Back home, Jon reminded me that I was supposed to be naked, and that it was
punishment time. In a way, I was looking forward to this, and the anticipation
had helped to keep me damp since the previous day. "Master" I said, "I know that
I didn't please you yesterday, and that I must be punished. I am yours to do
with as you wish. Jon took me up what was now what I called the punishment room,
and restrained me very much the same as the previous night, except that my
ankles were nearer my wrists, and I was completely off the bed. This meant that
Jon could swing me back and forward. Jon stripped off and got a tawse out of one
of the drawers, and gave me the first stroke. After each one, I had to say the
stroke number and thank him. His aim was getting better, and the end of the
tawse was just bending round my leg and touching my lips. There were a few
screams before some of the counts and thanks, but at the same time, that feeling
in my belly was getting stronger and stronger. When he had finished all 10, I
looked up and saw that he had an erection. I said, "Fuck me hard Master, I want
you to take your satisfaction from me." He just stood there, and pulled me back
and forward onto his cock. After about 20 strokes, he suddenly stopped me from
going onto him again, and shot his load onto my belly. The first blob nearly
reached my face, but I couldn't reach it with my tongue. After a few seconds, he
pulled me onto him again, and held me there as he got soft. When he had, he let
go of me and walked out. A few minutes later, he came and released me and told
me to go and get a shower.
Apart from the pain, I felt good after that, I had made my Master happy, and I
now knew that I was his to do as he pleased, and what pleased him, pleased me. I
spent the rest of the day naked, sitting on cushions, and watching TV. At one
point, Jon played part of the video of me that he taken the previous day. It was
'interesting' to watch myself like that, and the bulge in Jon's trousers told me
that he was enjoying it too.
That night, there was a bad thunderstorm that kept me awake. I have always been
a bit frightened of thunderstorms, and I went and asked Jon if I could get into
bed with him. He grunted and I got in. When I woke up next morning, we were both
laid on our sides, with him behind me. His right arm was over me, holding my
right breast, and his erect cock was touching my pussy. This stated me getting
wet, and after a couple of minutes, I eased myself down and onto his cock. This
didn't wake him, and I practised contracting my vaginal muscles, pulling him
further into me. All of a sudden, he squeezed my breast and came inside me.
Contented, I went back to sleep, and when I woke up again he had left for work.
