Vanessa's Journal
Week commencing May 4
The week was spent shopping, sewing, and working on the PC. During one of my
days off, I spent time in town finding my way around. Not a lot on this city,
but more than in the town that I came from in Wales. I had managed to find a
stall in the market that sold lots of different materials, and found some very
thin white lycra for the swimming costume that Jon wanted me to make. It was as
thin as some tights, and I was sure that if it was stretched, I could see
through it. Jon had tried to describe the swimming costume to me, but I was
having difficulty understanding what exactly he wanted. In the end, he told me
to take my dress off, and used a ball-point pen to mark on my skin where it had
to go. It started as a thin strap round the back of my neck, then expanded in
two pieces to cover my breasts. It then kept going down in a deep 'V' going over
my pussy, still in two pieces that were only about an inch wide. They didn't
actually meet each other but were both attached to the back part about half an
inch apart just where my arse hole is. The back was like a full, high-cut bikini
bottom back that came round to the front as two thin tie cords. These cords
could either be tied on top of, or underneath the front part. When I had made it
and tried it on every time I leant forwards with it fastened underneath the
front part, the front part would hang forward leaving my breasts and pubis
exposed. I also had trouble keeping my clit inside the 2 front parts.
Jon also had me make 2 pairs of shorts, one was with a top made out of the same
white lycra. They had to be high cut, and with only a 2 inch crotch. The other
pair of shorts were running shorts made of very thin nylon cloth. The sides were
to be rounded up to the waist, and the crotch was to be 2 inches wide, and 3
inches longer than needed. With a short length of quarter inch rope that I had
to sew into the centre of the crotch, they would easily stick out at the front,
giving an easy view in from the side. I went back to the market next day and
found some suitable green material.
During my trip to the supermarket on the Friday, I noticed a man watching me as
I picked up things and put them in my trolley. At first, I was a little
frightened, but I started thinking that I could have a bit of fun with him. I
went to one of the freezer aisles that had no one around, and leaned over to get
something from the back. My dress rode up, and he must have been able to see my
bare bum. I then went to some shelves and squatted down with my knees apart, to
read a label on a packet. As he was walking towards me, I could see the bulge in
his trousers, and the wet patch. He must have come. I looked at his face, he
blushed and hurried off. I decided that it had been fun, and swore to have more
fun like that.
Saturday May 9
As I was slowly getting up, I realised that I'm getting used to wearing just a
dress or skirt and top now, Apart from when I go outside and get a breeze on my
pussy, I forget that I have no underwear on. It now seems quite normal to be
like that, and putting a swimsuit or shorts on, feels strange. Shaving my pubes
every day was a bit of a chore, but my skin had got used to it, and the itching
had stopped. I must talk to Jon about getting an electrolysis machine so that I
can remove them permanently. Perhaps Jon will let me use it on him. The other
thing that I realised was that I enjoyed exposing myself to other people, I had
really enjoyed the previous days experience in Tescos, and wasn't the least bit
embarrassed. I was very happy with my new job, and very happy being Jon's
'slave'. I feel very content having someone to take responsibility for me. I
guess that that was what was missing from my life in Wales.
Today was to be different to my previous weekends with Jon. Jon had decided that
we were going to decorate my bedroom. We went into town and selected some
wallpaper and paint and then got started. Jon didn't trust me with the
wallpaper, but told me to do the painting. Before I started, Jon told me to take
my dress off, he didn't want me to get paint on it. After we had been at it for
about an hour, I accidentally backed onto a wall that I had just painted, and I
got light blue emulsion paint on my bum. Jon said that that gave him an idea,
and he took the paint brush from me and painted a bikini on me. He started with
my pussy, saying that he had to get it before my lips got swollen and my juices
made the paint run down my leg. It really tickled as the brush went over my
pussy. When he'd finished, it looked quite good, I'm sure that unless you were
quite close, you couldn't tell that it wasn't the real thing. I was looking
forward to testing that theory, but wondered how long it would be before it
started to come off.
It took till late afternoon to finish the decorating, and after some food, Jon
opened a package had arrived by post that morning. It contained a dog collar and
lead, a pair of metal handcuffs, some straps that would hold my wrists to my
thighs, and 2 butt plugs. Jon told me that I had to wear the collar when we went
out that night. When we did go to a pub in town a couple of hours later, all I
was wearing was a black dress, collar and shoes. Jon carried the lead, and put
it on the table in the pub, but didn't attach it to the collar. I think I might
have been a bit embarrassed being pulled around by a lead, but I didn't get a
chance to find out. I wasn't at all worried by such a short dress, no knickers
and not being able to cross my legs, because of the painted-on knickers. So far,
the paint was lasting well. A few people did a double take, but no-one said
anything.
Sunday May 10
This turned out to be the hottest day of the year so far, and instead of going
to the Gym, Jon decided that we would go for a bike ride. In his garage, Jon had
3 bikes, all with a cross-bar. One had a very narrow saddle, and another had a
wide saddle, but with a round hole in the centre of it. After Jon had checked
out the bikes, he put 2 in the back of his car, and we drove out into the
country. As usual, I wore just a dress and shoes, which would be 'interesting'
getting on and off, and using a bike with a cross-bar. We stopped at a big Water
Reservoir that has a path all the way round it. To get on my bike, I had to
raise one leg high in the air to get it over the cross bar. Even though there
were lots of people around, I don't think that anyone noticed. Even if they had
been looking, they would have only seen some of my blue 'knickers'. Some of the
paint had already come off. Jon told me to make sure that I wasn't sat on my
dress, so that my bare pussy was on the saddle. As I got on, I realised that Jon
had set the saddle high enough for me to have to slide from side to side as I
peddled. I also bent forward and looked back at the top of my legs, and I could
see my blue pubes as I peddled. If I could see them, then so could anyone who
cared to look, but then again, they would think that they were knickers. After a
couple of miles, we came to a little picnic area that went from the waters edge,
back about 100 yards to a wooded area. Jon decided that we would have a rest,
and enjoy the warm sun. We went to the edge of the wood, away from the picnic
tables, and I un-packed the drinks, snacks, and blanket that Jon had told me to
bring. Jon took his shirt and shorts off, just leaving him in a brief pair of
briefs. And then told me to take my dress off. I had a good look round and when
I was happy that there was no one for about 50 yards, I took it off. There was
still enough of the 'blue bikini' left to fool anyone unless they were within a
few yards. Jon was not happy that I had hesitated before taking my dress off,
and said that I would get 5 strokes for that.
After about 30 minutes of soaking-up the sun, Jon said that it was punishment
time, and told me to follow him. Fortunately, he headed for the woods. I would
not have been too happy if he had walked towards the water, there were people
there. He found a path into the woods, and off we went. I was enjoying walking
in the woods in the nude. It was a nice 'free' feeling, and anyway, the only
person to see me was Jon, and he had seen more of me than was on display today.
After a while, we came across a small clearing with a big fallen tree across
part of it. Jon told me to lay over the tree an put my feet about a foot apart.
As I lay there, I could hear Jon move about, but I couldn't see what he was
doing. All of a sudden, I knew what he had been doing, my backside stung as a
very flexible thin branch wrapped its self round my butt. I screamed and said,
"One, thank you Master." This continued until I had received all 5. As I lay
there crying, I suddenly felt Jon's cock enter me. It didn't have any resistance
as I was very wet by that time. As the tops of his thighs and hips touched my
butt, the pain started again. I came before Jon - just. When he pulled out, he
just said, "come on" and walked off. When we got back to the bikes, he told me
to pack things away, get on my bike, and follow him. When I asked about my
dress, he said, "leave it off for now." Fortunately, there were not a lot of
people on the path that we took, and it was about 15 minutes before we came
across a group of 4 teenagers - 3 boys, and 1 girl, all about 14 or 15. Believe
it or not, not one of the even glanced at me. Neither did the old couple that we
passed. In a way, I was a little disappointed.
Just after that, we were getting close to the car park, and a lot of people. I
could also see a police car. Jon told me to put my dress on. Once the bikes and
us were in the car, we started to drive off. Just as we went through the
entrance, Jon told me to take my dress off again. There was slightly less blue
paint now, but still enough to stop anyone taking a second glance at me when we
were driving home. Just as we got back to Derby, Jon pulled into a McDonald's
Drive In. The poor girl at the window wasn't quite sure what she saw, She didn't
look shocked, just puzzled. I don't think she knew what she had seen. When we
got home, I had get out of the car, just in my 'bikini'. I had to help Jon
unload the car before going in. Fortunately, there was no one around, but I was
still 'excited' doing it.
That night, Jon told me to take a long bath, and 'soak' the paint off. I had to
use a scrubbing brush on some bits, and had some red patches by the time I had
finished.
