Vanessa's Journal
Week commencing October 26
Jon wouldn't let me go out, said that I should get 100% before I go out into the
cold. Towards the end of the week I was beginning to feel well enough to try to
catch up with the housework. That made me very tired and Jon said that I had
been pushing myself too hard and not doing as he had told me. He said that I
would get punished for that, but not for a week or so. He said that he didn't
believe in punishing people when they weren't healthy. He said that if I was
bored I should do something less energetic, and he went and got a vibe out of
the drawer gave it to me and said, "If you get bored, use that.'
Vicky rang on the Thursday evening, and when I told her that I hadn't been well
she said that she would be over on the Saturday.
Saturday October 31
Jon picked Vicky up from the bus station and when they got home she rushed up to
me, gave me a big hug and asked me how I was. Vicky can be really bossy at
times; she wouldn't let me do a thing all day. I had to sit watching television
with a blanket wrapped round me, all day. She wouldn't even let me have a
shower on my own before going to bed, although I think that she was trying to
cheer me up in the shower. We were in there for about 30 minutes. She massaged
me all over, especially between my legs. She made me cum twice.
Vicky slept with Jon that night.
Sunday November 1
I was feeling much better and got up early and made the breakfast. I could hear
Vicky and Jon having a bit of fun before they finally got up and we all had
breakfast - Vicky naked as well. I could smell the aroma of sex (male and
female) on them before they had a shower.
After breakfast we showed Vicky the new equipment in the punishment room, and I
told her about my 'accident.' "You poor thing" she said, "I bet you really
enjoyed it." She was fascinated with the 'whipping-T' and wanted to try it there
and then, but Jon wouldn't let her. He said that we were going to the gym and
that we would come back to the 'T' later.
At the gym, Jon told me to take it easy, and only do a couple of the exercises,
so I spent most of the time watching him and Vicky. Jon had told me to wear my
white lycra shorts and a T-shirt while Vicky wore my baggy green running shorts
and a crop top. It was fun looking at Vicky's pussy and tits as she bounced and
stretched. There was a middle-aged man in there that was watching her as well.
The bulge in his shorts told me that he was enjoying the view, so was I. Vicky
didn't seem to care, she was concentrating on what she was doing and at times
didn't even talk to me. The best bit was when she was sat on the machine that
had you stretch your legs as wide apart as you can. I could see the whole of her
lovely smooth shaved pussy. I was enjoying the view and there was a big damp
patch on my shorts. I wonder if the man saw that.
We went for a swim and Jacuzzi after that, Vicky wore my white bikini and I wore
my white one piece - well the bit that covers my bum is one piece. Well we
started off dressed like that, but Jon had us take them off in the Jacuzzi and
give them to him. We had to keep low in the water when a middle-aged couple came
and joined us. We had already been in there for about 15 minutes, and had to
stay with the bubbles up to our necks for about another 10 minutes until they
got out. I was getting very hot by the time Jon gave us our costumes back; I
ended up with the bikini, and was glad when I could get out. The swimming was
nice and relaxing, and went off without incident. We went to a pub after that
for some lunch and Vicky and me had a few men staring at us wearing just short
dresses in the middle of winter.
Back home, Vicky couldn't wait to try-out the equipment in the punishment room.
It was the 'T' that she was really interested in, she had been fascinated when I
had told her about me getting stuck on the 'fucking machine' and passing out,
and wanted to try it. I don't think that she wanted to go quite that far, but
she was almost desperate to have a go. After taking our dresses off Jon
explained how it all worked, but he wouldn't let her have a go straight away. He
said that she had to 'experience' the other end of the 'T' first. Before he
could tell her to get on, she was climbing up and over the top part of the 'T'
waiting for Jon to strap her down.
Jon put the padded nylon with velcro wrist fasteners on her while I did the same
with her ankles. As I got up from doing that, I gently ran a finger over her
gaping pussy and said to her "you're going to like this!" Her pussy was quite
wet already, and she let out a little moan as I touched her. Jon was in a bit of
a cruel mood, and kept Vicky waiting for quite a while before he finally told me
that I had to use the tawse on Vicky. I know what it's like for a woman to be
frustrated and I wanted to get the tawse bit over with so that she could get up
onto the 'fucking machine' as soon as possible so I gave her 10 gentle stokes
quite quickly. Not a sound had come from Vicky, and Jon had obviously realised
what I was doing. He told me to stop, and took over. He gave her 5 really hard
strokes that made her scream out, especially the last one, which wrapped round
her left cheek, the end of the tawse hitting her open pussy. Vicky was crying by
that time, and her butt and left side of her pussy was going bright red. There
was also quite a bit of pussy juices coming out of her.
After those 5 strokes, Jon released the spring-loaded dildo, which shot up and
into her pussy. She stopped crying and let out a gasp followed by a long moan.
Jon then pulled it out of her and wedged a piece of rope in the spring so that
the end of the dildo was just touching her pussy. Jon then gave Vicky 5 more
strokes, carefully placing them so that he didn't hit the dildo. Vicky was
whimpering by the end of that, a mixture of pain, frustration and some pleasure.
Jon appeared to want to play on the frustration bit and told me that we were
going to leave her like that for 15 minutes while I got us a cup of tea. Poor
Vicky, I bet that she really suffered having the dildo just touching her pussy,
and being unable to push back onto it.
When we went back to her she was still whimpering, but as soon as she saw us she
said, "do something, PLEASE!" Jon did, he pulled the dildo right back and
fastened the clip so that there was no chance of it going into her. He stood up,
looked at her, smiled and said, "right, this is where it really starts." As I
was unfastening her ankles I saw pussy juices running down the insides of her
thighs, and couldn't resist pushing a finger inside her for a second. Jon saw me
and told me that we were going to have a double session. At that time I didn't
know what he meant, but I soon found out. Jon strapped Vicky wrists together,
and to the rope through the ceiling ring. He then told her to climb onto the
bottom part of the 'T' and impale herself on the dildo, which he had already
secured in place, facing the top part of the 'T'. Vicky gave a loud sigh as she
lowered herself down onto the dildo; the expression on her face told me that she
was enjoying it. After removing the chair that Vicky had used to get onto the
'T', Jon put some tension on the rope and fastened it going round the short side
on the 'egg' disk on the motor. He didn't switch the motor on at that point;
instead he left Vicky and told me to climb on to the top part of the 'T'. He
then fastened my wrists and ankles to the legs of the 'T', which left me with my
head nearly touching Vicky's stomach. Instead of laying my head on one side I
bent my neck back and looked straight at the front of Vicky's pussy. If I bent
my head right back and looked up, I could just see Vicky's face. We smiled as
our eyes met.
That done, Jon switched the motor on and Vicky started to slowly go up and down
on the dildo. I was still looking at her face and the expression told me that
she was in heaven. After about 10 seconds, Jon turned his attention back to me.
In very quick succession he gave me 3 strokes of the tawse on my backside. I
hardly had time to say the stroke number followed by "yes Master" before the
next one landed. After the third he stopped and told me that he didn't want to
tire me, and that I would get more at a later date. The 3 were just to warm me
up a bit. The next thing that I knew was that something was entering my pussy.
It was him; he had dropped his trousers and was fucking me. He timed his pace to
match that of the 'fucking machine' which meant that as Vicky came down on the
dildo, I was pushed forward ever so slightly, but just enough for my forehead to
touch Vicky's stomach. I can't remember ever having my face so close to woman's
pussy as it was being fucked, and I was being fucked at the same time. That
together with the fact that I was unable to move meant that I wasn't going to
last long before I had an orgasm.
I think that both Vicky and Jon were enjoying the experience as much as I was
because all 3 of us came within about 20 seconds of each other. Jon stopped
pumping me as he shot his load into me, but the motor kept Vicky going up and
down. As I came back down to earth I noticed the amount of Vicky's pussy juices
that were starting to spread around the base of the dildo. They were even
spreading along the 'T' towards me and down the insides of her thighs. When Jon
pulled out of me he reached under the 'T' and released the clip that was holding
the spring-loaded dildo in place. I had heard him moving, and had thought that
that was what he was doing, but I still got a surprise as it sprung up and
straight into my pussy. I gasped, and looked up at Vicky, but she was too
far-gone to take any notice. Jon said, "Vanessa, I'm going to get cleaned-up,
give me a shout if you think that Vicky is going to pass out."
After what seemed like hours of me trying to wiggle my backside and get some
more pleasure out of the dildo that was in me, and listening to the slurping and
sucking noises as Vicky went up and down, I realised that Vicky was getting a
bit quiet. I had heard her moans and gasps as she had had 3 orgasms, but she was
starting to get a bit quiet. I shouted "Master - I think that Vicky needs some
help." Jon obviously hadn't been far away as he was there almost immediately,
and after taking one look at Vicky, he switched-off the motor. Vicky was left
hanging there by her wrists, at the top of the dildo. Jon removed the dildo and
then released the rope from the motor and lowered her down onto the 'T'. As he
lowered her body back into his arms her open pussy was right in front of my
face, it was bright red. Jon carried Vicky out of the room and put her on my
bed, then came back to me and unfastened me. I had to get myself down off the
'T' which wasn't as easy as it sounds because the spring-loaded dildo was still
pushing into me.
After Jon had unfastened me and told me to get myself down, he had left me and
gone back to check on Vicky. This meant that I could take my time getting off
the 'T' and I took advantage of that time to see just how strong the spring was.
Instead of climbing up and off the dildo, I pushed back and tried to slide
backwards off the 'T'. With each inch that I slid back, the pressure of the
dildo in me increased, and I by the time that my feet were on the ground, I was
starting to think that I would be able to feel the dildo in my throat. It was
hurting, but at the same time it was nice. Once my feet were on the ground I
managed to reach under the 'T' and push the dildo back into its 'home' position.
As it came out of me I had to lean back to get the angle right.
When I got into my room, Vicky was either unconscious or just asleep. Jon had
left her naked on top of the quilt with her legs wide open. Jon wasn't around,
so I decided to clean myself up, then Vicky. When I got to cleaning her pussy, I
couldn't resist bending over and giving it a kiss and a quick suck of her little
clit.
I covered Vicky up and left her, and about an hour later she came down stairs
with one hand holding her pussy, and looking very tired. After some food, Vicky
still didn't wake-up properly, so Jon told her to get dressed and we took her
home. She fell asleep in the back of the car and I had to wake her when we got
to her flat. Liz (one of Vicky's flatmates) asked Vicky if she was all right,
said that she looked like death warmed-up. Vicky didn't answer, so Jon said, "If
she looks like death, then you could say that she's been fucked to death. I'll
leave it to Vicky to explain."
Back home things seemed a little dull so I started making my new, flesh coloured
bikini. It was good having the silicone model of me; it made life a lot easier.
Jon wanted the bikini bottom to be big, but with a narrow crotch. He said that
the colour was to make people look at me and at first glance think that I was
naked. Once they realised that I wasn't, then they wouldn't take much notice of
me. That way, when I was naked, the people that had seen me before would think
that I wasn't naked. Well I think that that was what he said. The top had to be
fairly big as well, the 2 triangles held together with a thin strap, and
fastened in the front. When I had finished making it, I tried it on. I can see
what Jon means when he says that a quick glance it would make people think that
I had nothing on.
