Vanessa's Journal
Week commencing October 5
Quite a boring week really, Jon worked late most nights and I didn't see him
much. Even my trip to Tescos was boring, I didn't see anyone trying to see up my
short skirt, or see Bridie. I guess that I'd picked her day off.
Saturday October 10
We went into town in the morning. Jon had me wear just my shoes and my coat.
While we were in town he bought me a suspender belt and some stockings. It's
going to be nice to have something to keep me a bit warmer when I go out over
the next 6 months or so. I just hope that I can wear the suspender belt without
it showing below my short dresses.
In the afternoon Jon decided that he wanted the plaster of Paris mould of the
top part of my body, but he wanted my breasts to be pointing out at 90 degrees
and my nipples to be as hard as they ever get. The breasts pointing out was easy
to work out, Jon said that he would use the ropes, rings and the motor to
suspend me from the ceiling face down, but the nipples were a bit more
difficult. Easy to get them hard when we started was easy, but keeping then that
was while the Plaster of Paris set hard was something else. In the end Jon
decided that it was a question of keeping me cold and aroused. So, we worked out
which rings and ropes we would use and then he covered my body from neck to
waste in vaseline. That alone got my nipples hard, but he then sent me outside
for 30 minutes, naked. England in October is never warm, but this autumn is a
lot colder than the average and it was freezing. My nipples were so hard that
they hurt. When Jon finally let me in, it was straight upstairs and on with the
ropes and up in the air. When I was about 4 feet in the air Jon started putting
the tea towels soaked in the plaster of Paris on me. I just hoped that the goose
bumps that were all over my body wouldn't show in the mould. When he had done,
it was just a question of waiting for it to dry. To make sure that my nipples
stayed hard Jon got a vibrator, switched it on and worked it into me. He also
left the window open so that I would still be cold. Then he left me while the
stuff dried.
I'm sure that it dried long before Jon came back to me because I was having
trouble being able to breath deeply as the vibe did its work. When Jon lowered
me to the ground he told me to be careful that I didn't do the mould any damage
as I got onto my feet. Jon had real trouble getting the mould of in 2 pieces a
the clink-film had disappeared down my right side. In the end he had to prise it
off me and it broke. Fortunately only into 2 pieces that could easily be joined.
As I went for a shower Jon joined the 2 pieces together with more plaster of
Paris. Later he started to trim the bottom off it so that it matched the mould
of my lower body. He then joined the 2 moulds together with yet more plaster of
Paris and he spent ages making the inside of the join all smooth. He told me
that we would fill it with silicone later.
That night Jon took me to a pub in a village by a canal. I had to wear shoes,
suspender belt, stockings and my coat. Nothing else. They had an open fire in
the pub and it was quite warm. I felt a bit out of place being the only one who
was wearing a coat but I would have looked even more out of place if I'd taken
it off. I also had trouble with not being able to cross my legs, and the fact
that the coat didn't have any buttons. It kept wanting to lie in an inverted 'V'
from the belt down. This left a clear view right up my legs. I'm sure that if
(when) anyone looked they would be able to see my bare pubes. I didn't notice
anyone looking, but I'm sure that some of the men in there must have had a look.
On the way home, Jon decided that he wanted me to give him a blow-job. He told
me to take my coat off, unzip him and get to work whilst he was still driving.
There wasn't much room between him and the steering wheel, but I managed it and
had just finished licking him clean when we arrived home. There were a couple of
times when Jon had to swerve a bit and I couldn't see if it was something on the
road, or the effect that I was having on him. Hope it was me. I always enjoy
the taste of Jon's cum. He made me carry my coat into the house, and wait by the
car while he unlocked the door - it was cold.
Sunday October 11
I woke-up with a soaking pussy and 2 of my fingers inside me. I must have been
having what Jon calls a 'wet dream.' I wasn't going to waste my sleeping efforts
and finished the job before getting up.
After reading the papers Jon went to B&Q and came back with buckets of some sort
of white silicone. He then got me to cover the entire inside on the mould with
Vaseline before he blocked-off the arm and leg holes, and pushed a dildo in the
pussy hole. Next he tipped the buckets of silicone in through the neck hole and
we left it to set. John reckoned that we should leave it for about a week to
make sure that it had gone solid. That evening Jon took me for a meal at a pub
in town. Nothing special, and we didn't stay long. I was wearing just my black
pencil dress and shoes, and because of the cold, and the fact that Jon sat us
near the door, my nipples were hard for most of the evening. That got me a bit
of attention, but not much. We were sat behind a big low(ish) table so no one
would have been able to see up my dress - unless they got down onto their knees.
On the way home the car started making funny noises as Jon put brakes on. He
told me that he would get a lift to work in the morning, and that I had to take
the car into the garage to get it seen to.
