Vanessa's Journal
Week commencing November 16
I did the housework then went into town and go some more of the thin white lycra
to make the leotard. As I was getting dressed to go to town I remembered that
Jon had told me to tie the weight to my clit all week, so I did. When I stood up
the weight was dangling below my dress hem so I took the liberty of shortening
the cord. I hope Jon wouldn't mind. It felt strange, but nice having, the weight
pulling on my clit all the time, and as I walked my legs would knock the weight
which would tug on my clit. I had to stand still every hundred yards or so
because after the third orgasm I decided that I had better try to avoid orgasms
for a while, otherwise I would end-up totally knackered. I have to admit that I
did slip my hand under my dress on the bus on the way home and pull on the
weight until I had another orgasm.
When I did get home I got out the silicone model of my body, and marked it out
with where I thought that Jon wanted it to cover. I managed to make it without
any seams on the crotch so that it would be nice and smooth when I put my hand
on my pussy. By the time I had finished it and tried it on, the crotch part went
instantly wet and nearly see-through. Guess why! I did look silly with the weigh
bulging in the crotch, even when I pushed my clit into the centre of it.
Tuesday - Bumped into Bridie as I walked round Tescos and she asked if she could
come and see me on the Wednesday, it was her only day off that week. It was
difficult walking up and down the isles, and there was a bit of a thumping noise
when I bent down or over the freezers, as the weight hit the floor or the side
of the freezers. By the time I went to bed that night my clit was sore and
swollen, and it was nothing to do with sexual excitement.
Wednesday - Bridie came round just before lunch. As I was leading her into the
kitchen for a cup of coffee I heard her say, "what's that hanging between your
legs?" After I told her what it was for she said, "You'd need to tie a couple of
bricks to mine to get it even half as big as yours." In the kitchen Bridie took
her coat off revealing that she was wearing a thin short summer dress. There was
no sign of any VKL (visible knicker line) or a bra; her little nipples were
pushing the material right out. "Does your mother know that you've come out
dressed like that?" I asked. "No" she replied, "I put my coat on in my bedroom."
We both laughed as I remembered the tricks that I used to get up to when I was
at school when mini-skirts were just as popular but I daren't go out in one, as
my dad would have thrashed me. Looking back I wish I'd been a bit braver then, I
might have discovered my exhibitionist tendencies and liking for spankings
earlier.
As I was making the coffee Bridie asked if I minded if she took her dress off,
she said that she felt a bit over-dressed. "Be my guest" I said and watched her
pull the thin material over her head in one easy movement. I stood there
enviously looking at her small slim naked body and baby face, her blond hair
just reaching her shoulder. She still had a lovely bald pussy. It was hard to
believe that she was 16, she looked more like a little 12 or 13 year old. The
kettle clicked as it switched itself off and I 'woke-up'. "Glad to see that
you're still using a razor, does your boyfriend like it like that?" I asked. "Oh
yes, he wants to eat me every time that I see him" she replied. "I can
understand why" I said.
Over coffee and then something to eat we had a long talk mainly about sex. By
the time it was 2 o'clock I was getting very wet between my legs, and it wasn't
just from the thin nylon cord round my clit and the weight hanging from it. I
was sure that Bridie was getting turned-on as well, her little nipples were rock
hard and she couldn't keep still on the chair. When I suggested that we go
upstairs she said, "I though you'd never ask." We never made it to the top of
the stairs, as I followed her up the stairs I put my hand between her legs and
onto her pussy. She stopped at turned round to face me. My face was right in
front of her pussy. I could smell her pussy juices and just leaned forwards and
kissed the front of her slit. She sat down on the stairs, opened her legs and I
went down on her right there. It wasn't long before she was shaking as her first
orgasm hit her, but I wasn't going to let her cum again, well not then. I was
looking forward to seeing her cum many times on the 'fucking machine'. But
before that, I wanted her to use her mouth on me. As she sat on the stairs
coming down from her 'high', I climbed up above her head, opened me legs and
bent down so that my pussy was right in front of her face. When the weight
landed on her chest she opened her eyes and saw my pussy which she immediately
started eating. It didn't take me long to cum, I guess that we had been both
close to cuming just with the talking that we'd been doing.
After I had 'climbed down' we went to the 'punishment room' and I got Bridie
ready for her pleasure ride. As she lowered herself onto the dildo ready for the
machine to start Bride looked at me and told me that she was nervous. I just
smiled and said, "Don't worry, I won't let it fuck you to death." As the motor
slowly raised her up the first time, I moved the chair that she had been
supporting herself on and she said, "Please don't, I might need that." "Relax
and enjoy it" I said, "you're going to go to limits that you didn't think you
had girl." I said. To start off with Bridie looked a little nervous, but it
didn't take long for her to relax and start enjoying it. After a lot of moaning,
screaming and her third orgasm, Bridie asked me to stop the motor and get her
down, but every time she said, "please" I just said, "not yet." After her fifth
orgasm she had stopped pleading with me, and wasn't even looking at me. She was
looking down towards the ground, shaking and moaning. I decided that it was time
to stop the machine and get her down.
I sat her down with her back to the wall and decided that I needed my share of
the pleasure, switched the motor on, and climbed on and lowered myself onto the
dildo that was still covered in lots of Bridie's pussy juices. I left the chair
in place after using it to make minor adjustments so that I went all the way up
and down on the dildo. I just hoped that the nylon cord wouldn't catch on
anything and rip my clit off. After about 5 minutes Bridie started to get some
life back in her and she gave me a very tired looking smile as I reached my
first orgasm. After my third, my clit was hurting so much that I just had to
stop and I put my feet on the chair. I had a bit of trouble supporting myself as
my legs acted as if they were made of jelly.
Eventually I got myself down and sat beside Bridie. We both sat there for
another 15 minutes as we slowly got some energy back. We must have looked a
right sight with sweat all over us and our legs wide open. After a while we
started talking and Bride told me that she had never experienced anything like
it in her life, "but there again, it's the unexpected that I have come to expect
with you and Jon" she said. "Complaining are you girl?" I asked. She just smiled
and shook her head. We had a shower (together), but we were too tired to let it
be anything other than a 'get yourself clean' shower, and went downstairs for a
drink - something a little stronger than coffee. We sat in silence for a long
time before Bridie suddenly said, "Can I bring my boyfriend next time?"
"There's an idea" I said, "Jon won't let me have full sex with him, but that
doesn't mean that we can't have lots of fun. The poor lad will think that he's
died and gone to heaven." We didn't fix up a date, but that didn't stop me
thinking about what we could do to the poor boy. Bridie left before Jon came
home, and I had a quiet evening apart from Jon inspecting my clit. He commented
on how swollen it was
Thursday - I went to aerobics early. I had agreed to meet Jenny 45 minutes early
so that we could try to find out where from, and who was looking at us through
the hole. Jon had agreed to me taking the weight off my clit for the evening,
and I was quite glad of the relief from the pain. My clit had grown, but I think
that the extra size was just swelling.
When I got there, Jenny was waiting for me. We had a good 'explore' and
discovered that at the other side of the wall with the hole was a little
storeroom where the caretaker kept cleaning equipment. The door was unlocked,
and we eventually found the hole by moving a pile of boxes. Looking through I
could see the whole of the shower area. The next problem was to find out who was
looking through it. We decided that we wanted to find out who, but didn't want
to stop them as we were enjoying it as much as them.
Back in the changing rooms we got changed and I put my new leotard on. Jenny
looked at me in it and said, "that might cause a riot in there tonight, the
older women will get jealous and the men will not be able to keep away from
you." That made me a little nervous and I said that maybe I shouldn't wear it.
Jenny said that I would be OK, but I still wasn't sure and asked if I could make
her one and then we could both wear them. She thought for a few seconds, then
said, "yes please, were about the same size, can I try yours on to see if it
fits." So we both stripped off again, and I stood there, naked, while Jenny
pulled the thin white leotard on. We might be about the same height, but there
is more of Jenny than there is of me. The leotard looked good on her. She filled
it very nicely, and I told her so. What I didn't tell her was that I could see
her sparse triangle of brown pubic hair through the thin white lycra. After
looking at herself in the mirror, she said, "go on then, will you make one for
me please?" I smiled and said, "of course I will." She took it off, gave me it
back and started putting her own leotard on. However, she didn't put her black
lycra shorts on underneath, so her butt cheeks were totally exposed just the
same as mine were. "There, that's 2 butts for them to look at" she said.
We left the changing room and went into the main gym. About 5 minutes later the
others started arriving and we both got a few raised eyebrows as the women and
men saw our bare butts. I could see that both Jenny and me were going to cause a
couple of the men to get a hard-on. What I also noticed was that there were 2
new men in the class, word must be getting round.
Jenny got us started, and it wasn't long before I was getting hot and starting
sweating. At the interval Jenny came over to me and whispered to me to adjust
the crotch on my leotard. One side of it had moved inside my lips and the whole
thing was getting just a little see-through because of my sweat. As we chatted
one of the new men came over to us and asked Jenny something about the class
dates and times. She told him that the class would break for Christmas on
December 10th,and resume on January 14th. All the time that they were talking, I
could see his eyes looking me up and down. I've got well used to this these days
and it just doesn't bother me any more.
Jenny got us started again, and this part of the evening had us bending over
backwards a lot. When I was in what we used to call the 'crab' position at
school (hands and feet only on the floor, with my stomach facing the ceiling and
my arms over my head); I remembered that the crotch of my leotard would be
splitting my lips; and nearly see-through by then. This thought got me excited a
little bit as this week there were 2 men in front of me, and in the position
that we were in, they must have been having a great view. I felt a little rush
of pussy juice as I was thinking about it.
At the end of the session these 2 men started trying to chat me up and after all
the others had gone to get changed, Jenny came over and 'rescued' me. We put the
equipment away and then headed to the changing rooms. By that time most of the
other women had left, leaving just us 2 to hatch our plan. I was to strip off
and start showering, talk to Jenny who wasn't actually getting ready for a
shower, but was going round to the store room to surprise whoever was there.
When I heard Jenny shouting I was to grab a towel and run round to the storeroom
to give her some backup.
After a couple of minutes soaping myself I heard Jenny shouting "And what do you
think you're doing?" so I grabbed my towel and ran. I didn't bother wrapping the
towel round me until I got there. I wasn't expecting anyone other than the
voyeur to be there, and he'd already seen me naked, so I didn't bother wrapping
it round me until I got there. Quite a surprise as well, the eye belonged to a
boy of about 14. Jenny told me that when she'd opened the door he'd been looking
through the hole with his trousers round his ankles and was pumping away. His
little erection had gone by the time that I got there, but his trousers were
still round his ankles. He was trembling with fear as he pleaded with us not to
call the police. I was so surprised that I had forgotten to wrap my towel round
me and I just stood there as Jenny said, "what do we do now?" We hadn't
discussed that and I just said, "I don't know."
We stood in silence for a few seconds before I said, "I know, you (Jenny) go and
lock the entrance door while I take this boy back to the changing rooms. We'll
work out what were going to do as we get changed." Jenny went off and I told the
boy to pull up his trousers and follow me. Back in the girls changing room I
told the boy to take his clothes off and stand and wait while I finished my
shower. I told him that he was less likely to run off if he didn't have any
clothes on. When he was naked I took him to the showers area and told him to
stand facing the showers with his hands on his head. When he'd done that I took
my towel off and got back into the shower. Just as I did so, Jenny came in and
said, "Well, I was going to ask what you've decided, but I can see that you've
already got that in hand." "Not totally" I said, "I'm not sure what to do with
him next. But first I'm going to finish my shower, are you going to join me?"
As Jenny stripped off the boy kept looking from her to me and back, Apart from
his embarrassment at being caught and having to stand naked in front of us, he
must have though that he was in heaven. He was starting to relax a bit and his
excitement was beginning to show. Jenny and me soaped each other before she
pounced on me and gave me a long French kiss. My hands were playing with her
nipples and pussy (and hers with mine) and it wasn't long before we were both
cumming. I had nearly forgotten about the boy when Jenny said, "Go on then, beat
that meat." The lad looked a little puzzled so she said, "get wanking." He knew
what that meant and started pumping his little dick. We both watched as he
worked himself up and shot his load over towards us. I was quite impressed with
how far it came.
When he was done Jenny and me started getting dried as the boy still stood there
watching us. Jenny and me talked about what the rest of his punishment would
be. In the end we decided that he would have to join us for the aerobics class
for the next week and help us clean up afterwards. If he was really good, then
we would let him watch us shower - providing he did the same as he did that
night. We kept him standing there naked until we were ready to leave, and then
made him carry his clothes to the front door. We then kicked him outside still
naked and told him to get dressed and go home. We never did find out how he got
into the school.
In the pub Jenny and me had a good laugh about the whole evening. The poor boy,
and the look on the faces of the class when they saw our naked butts. Jenny
seemed a little worried at what it might do to attendance as she was getting a
percentage of the class fees. I reminded her that we needed to think about what
we were going to do with the boy. We needed some way to embarrass him even more
and Jenny said that it would be a good idea to make him wear some girl's
knickers while he was in the class. I agreed with her that it would be a good
idea, but she would have to provide them, as I don't possess any. "Leave it with
me" she said. We left after one drink and laughed as we talked about the boy as
we walked out.
Friday - was a quiet day. I had the weight hanging from my clit again, and I was
looking forward to a weekend without it. The pain from the swelling was starting
to outweigh the pleasure of the tugging.
Saturday November 21
Again another quiet day, Jon had to go to work in the morning, and in the
afternoon I had to wash the car wearing just my coat and shoes. That was cold.
In the evening Jon took me to a pub in the country and we had a quiet drink and
some food. The place was pretty quiet and nothing exciting happened.
Sunday November 22
Jon took me shopping for some knee high boots. We drove up to the large shopping
centre outside Sheffield and looked in all the shoe shop windows. Jon (and me)
wanted to have a bit of fun with the shop assistants so we found the shop that
had the boots that we liked on display, then I looked around until a young male
assistant became free. As I started walking towards him 2 things happened.
Firstly someone else grabbed the young man, and secondly, a young girl asked me
if she could help me. After a quick think I thought 'what the hell' and told her
that I wanted to try on some lace-up knee high boots. I gave her my size and she
told me to take a seat. I picked a seat facing a wall and waited until she came
back with a pair. She gave me one boot and watched me struggle (deliberately) to
get it on, then start to lace it up. It didn't take long for her to offer to
help me and she brought over a little low stool, sat on it and asked me to put
my left foot up beside her right leg.
As she was lacing up the boot I slowly let my knees part. At first she didn't
take any notice, but as she got further up towards my knee I caught her eyes
looking up my dress. I realised then that I was going to have some fun. I spread
my knees a bit more, and her expression told me that she had just seen my naked
pussy. She kept looking at it again and again. It took ages for her to finish
lacing the boot, and when she did, I got up and went through the routine of
walking about and looking at myself in a mirror. After that I asked her if I
could try on the other one. When she gave me it I said, "can you do it for me
please, I'm not very good with laces." She sat down on the stool in front of me
and lifted my right leg up and onto the stool. Automatically, I moved my left
leg to the left giving her a good view. It was a good job that I was facing a
wall, and that the girl was effectively blocking the gap between me and the
wall. If anyone had tried to get through the gap, they would have easily been
able to see everything that I've got.
When the girl finally finished I got up and walked over to the mirror. I wasn't
going to stop there, so I asked her if she had any different ones. She said,
"yes" and I sat down and started taking them off while she went for the
different ones. I hadn't got the first pair off before she came back with the
second pair. I deliberately kept my knees open while I finished taking the first
pair off. As I was finishing I kept glancing up at her and I could see that her
eyes were looking at my pussy. When I finished I gave them to her and she put
them back in the box before asking if I wanted help with the second pair as
well. Of course I did, that was the whole point of the exercise. What the girl
didn't know was that while she was in the store room I had moved my chair back a
bit so that I had to slide down the chair a bit to be able to get the right
position on the stool. This meant that more of my pussy was on show.
After looking at the first boot in the mirror I asked her if she could help me
with the other one. As she sat down in front of me again, she sat with her legs
open a bit. As the lacing got further towards my knee I caught a glimpse of her
knickers, white cotton ones. When she finished she moved both her arms to her
sides, and I got a good view of her knickers, and the wet spot in the expected
place. I could also see some dark pubic hairs sticking out of the sides. I gave
her a knowing smile as our eyes met when she stood up.
Needless to say I wasn't happy with the second pair and asked her if I could try
some others. As I was taking the second pair off and she was in the storeroom
Jon walked passed me smiled and kept walking.
When the third pair arrived I had already got the second pair off and was
waiting for her. She sat down and lifted one of my feet up. As it went up my
knees parted and I watched her eyes go down to my pussy. As she moved her hands
to start lacing the boot up, her knees opened and I realised why she had taken
longer to get the third pair. She had taken her knickers off. There were now 2
naked, wet pussies staring at each other. I could see her juices in her pubic
hair, and I could certainly feel mine. Talk about flashing the flasher, I was a
bit taken a-back and didn't know what to do. I just sat there and stared at her
pussy as she slowly laced up the boots and looked at my pussy. When they were
both fastened I got up and looked at them in the mirror. I couldn't make up my
mind which pair I liked most so I decided to not get any of them and I told the
girl as I took them off, being careful to keep my knees together. The girl
looked a bit disappointed as I left the store.
Jon was waiting outside and he asked me if I'd had fun, and what was wrong with
the boots. I told him that I quite liked the second pair of boots, and he was
quite amused when I told him that the girl had started flashing me. Jon decided
that we would look at other shoe shops and if we didn't find any others then we
would go back to that shop. We looked round 3 more shoe shops before finding a
pair that we liked in another shop. Jon sent me in to try them on. This time I
got a male assistant, quite young, I guess that he was still at school or
college and only worked there on a weekend. I asked the lad to lace them up for
me then slowly opened my knees. His eyes opened wide when he realised what he
could see. The speed of the lacing slowed down dramatically and he went red in
the face. When he eventually finished the second boot and stood up I could see
that he was finding his trousers a little restrictive.
The boots were comfortable and I liked them so I told the lad that I would take
them, but I asked him to undo them and put them in a box for me. That seemed to
take forever, and I really enjoyed the feeling of his eyes burning my pussy.
When I stood up there was a little wet patch on the chair. I was glad that I had
pulled the back of my dress up so that I wasn't sitting on it.
We had a KFC on the way home and Jon sat me so that I was facing the serving
counter, with my knees about 6 inches apart, with no one between me and the
counter to restrict the staff's view. I'm sure that a couple of them noticed
because they kept looking over towards me.
Back home Jon spent the rest of the evening in his study and I never saw him
until next morning.
