Vanessa's Journal
Week commencing September 28
Monday - Spent most of the day removing the hair from the front of my pussy.
With a bit of luck it has all gone for good and I will just have to use the
razor on my legs and arm-pits from now on. I might try the machine on my
arm-pits, but the hair there is a lot finer so I don't know how I will get on.
Tuesday - The joiner arrived. I greeted him wearing my usual apparel - nothing,
but he just said, "show me to the room and I'll get on with it." Apparently Jon
had asked him to move everything out of the 'punishment' room and into the back
bedroom. Once he'd done that he started bring tools and pieces of wood and other
things in from his van. He didn't seem at all surprised by me being naked, and
virtually ignored it. When I took him a cup of tea he told me that he
specialised in making unusual items and that he had made a few things like what
he was going to make, before and that he would need my help to get things made
to the right measurements. But he wouldn't tell me what the 'things' were at
that stage. He told me to wait and see. What he did do, was to measure the
height of my waist to the floor, and from the tips of my outstretched hands to
my waist.
By late afternoon he had the frame of something built. It looked a bit like one
of those vaulting horses that you find in school gyms, I think you call them
pommel horses. When I mentioned this to him he said that that was where the idea
came from, but it certainly wasn't one of those. He said that he called it a
'whipping-T'. It was slightly higher than my waist level with 2 inverted 'V's
supporting a horizontal beam. He didn't get much further with it that day, and
left shortly after Jon got home. Jon wouldn't tell me about it either.
Wednesday - The man was back early, and got straight down to his work. When I
took him some tea mid morning the 'whipping-T' had sprouted a horizontal 'T'
piece out the back of it. This was supported by another inverted 'V' down to
the floor. He had stated making some padding for the horizontal bars and when I
went in he said that my timing was quite good, and that he wanted me to lay on
the 'whipping-T' in a couple of positions so that he could take some more
measurements. Firstly he told me walk up to the original horizontal bar and lay
over it with my stomach right up to it. I had to jump up a bit to do this, and
my toes only just managed to touch the floor. He then told me to open my legs as
far as I could, and he measured the distance from my ankles to nearest uprights
(ankle straps I guessed). With me in that position I would be in the perfect
position for Jon to 'whip' me, so I guess that's where the name 'whipping-T'
came from. The man also measured the distance from my wrists to the back
uprights. He didn't seem at all interested in the fact that like that my pussy
was wide open for him to see.
After that he took me round the back and got me to lie on my stomach along the
back horizontal bar. The bar wasn't at all that wide, and it meant that I was
being supported by the bar that started right on my pubic bone. Fortunately, my
head was on the junction of the 'T'. As I was getting on I couldn't help
noticing the pressure that it was putting on my pubic bone, and I started to get
a bit wet. The man then asked me open my legs again, and he took similar
measurements before asking me to lay on my back and do it again. Again he didn't
seem to take any notice of my now wet pussy. I couldn't help thinking that laid
in any of those positions I would be in the ideal position for Jon to either
punish me or fuck me.
The man left just before Jon got home. Jon asked me if I liked the 'whipping-T'.
What could I say other that "yes."
Thursday - The 'whipping-T' was finished. It had padded nylon with velcro wrist
and ankle fasteners attached to the bottom of the legs with shortish chains. The
padding was covered with a purple velvet like material. At the bottom end of the
'T' the padding got a lot thinner and I saw something that I hadn't noticed
before. There was a hole about 2 inches in diameter and about a foot from the
end. When I asked what it was for I was told that it was for a dildo, and the
man showed me how it was held in place by a bracket underneath. I suppose it
would be a bit like that bike of Jon's that has a hole in the saddle for a
dildo, although just being astride the 'T' with a dildo in me didn't seem quite
as much fun as cycling around in public with one in me.
The man got on with the other things and he put quite a few rings in the
ceiling, and into one of the walls. Jon was going to be able to restrain me in
lots of different positions. The man also installed an electric motor so that I
could be raised and lowered easily by attaching ropes through different rings.
That thought sounded interesting, but a little frightening and I had thoughts of
being restrained through wrong rings and the motor going mad and trying to pull
me apart. The motor has an attachments to it so that the ropes can be wound
round it as I'm being pulled up into the air. There is another attachment that I
couldn't work out what it was for. It is an egg shaped plate about 2 feet from
end to end and is only wide enough to have the rope go round it once. What I
hadn't worked out was that there is a way of fastening the rope underneath the
'egg,' and when the egg slowly turns it will push the rope away, then let it
back. The effect of that would be that the tension of the rope would increase
and decrease therefore raising and lowering what ever (or whoever) was on the
other end.
It was then that I realised how much fun the dildo through the hole in the
bottom of the 'T' could be. If I was sat astride the 'T' with a dildo in and my
wrists tied high with the rope going through a ceiling ring and back to the
'egg,' the slow turning of the motor would mean that I would be raised and
lowered onto the dildo. In other words, it was an electric 'fucking' machine. I
was looking forward to trying that, but I suddenly started thinking about what
would happen if Jon set it going and then left me for hours. I would die from a
mixture of pain and pleasure.
I left the man to it, and when I went in later in the day I worked out what 2
other things were that the man had been working on. One was a big circle of
wood, like a solid wheel, but it was vertical and off the ground. It was in some
sort of frame that would allow it to spin and it was big enough for me to be
restrained spread-eagle onto it. I had visions of getting dizzy as I was
spinning naked on some sort of 'wheel of fortune' television program. The other
thing that had had me puzzled was something between the legs of the top of the
'whipping-T'. It was spring loaded and looked like it would spring up and hit my
pussy if it was let lose. It all made sense when the man attached a rubbery
dildo to it. I reckoned that with me in the spanking position it would be in
just about the right position to give me a lot of pleasure. I hoped that it
could have a rope attached so that I could control its movement somehow.
The man finished just after Jon got home and after inspecting everything Jon
paid him and he left. Jon told me that he was looking forward to me needing my
next punishment.
Later that evening the paper girl came again. It had been 3 weeks since she had
been, and she still couldn't stop staring at my nakedness. I thought that I
would see if I could get her to relax a bit and to talk a bit. I invited her to
come into the kitchen for a coke or something. She seemed a little reluctant,
but finally came in. We sat there drinking and talking for about 10 minutes. She
was asking me if it felt weird not having any clothes on all the time, and
talking to strangers like that. I told her that having no clothes on didn't feel
any different to when I used to wear clothes. I told her that I didn't have to
worry about what to wear, or have anywhere as much washing to do. She asked
about my lack of pubic hair and got a little defensive when I said that it
couldn't have been long ago when she didn't have any. Apparently hers had
started growing when she was 11. I was just about to suggest that she try my way
of life (well parts of it) when Jon came in and she decided that she had better
leave.
Jon decided to leave the new equipment until the weekend, which disappointed me
a bit.
Friday - Was Tescos day and I went in the morning and had a long chat with
Bridie. I also had a couple of the young lads in there follow me around, they
got real close when I was bending over in the freezer section so I took my time
and let them have a good look. It didn't cost me anything, it gave them a cheap
thrill, and it did me too, the thought of a couple of red blooded young men
staring at my pussy got me a bit excited as well.
In the afternoon I went into the punishment room and experimented to get the
best positions on the 'whipping-T'. It was quite comfortable really. When I was
over the top part of the 'T' I tried to reach the fastener to release the spring
loaded dildo, but I couldn't. I experimented with the motor and the 'egg' and I
managed to get it to do what the man had described. I got a bit adventurous then
and though that I would try this 'fucking' machine. I set the motor going with
going over the 'egg' and hanging above the bottom part of the 'T'. I was already
wet just thinking about it, so I locked the dildo in place and climbed onto the
'T'. I sat astride it behind the dildo and managed to attach the velcro wrist
cuffs to me and then to the rope. I had to really stretch up to do that. So far
so good, I was going up and down at about a slow fuck speed, but the next
problem was to get onto the dildo. I managed that by swinging my legs up and
putting my feet on the 'T'. Then by pushing on my feet I could raise my body
enough to get my pussy to the top on the dildo. As I was lowering myself onto
the dildo one of my feet slipped and I got the rest of the dildo into me a lot
quicker than I had wanted. It felt as if it was going come right through me and
out of my mouth. I had no choice other than to let the other foot down and let
the rope and the 'T' take my weight.
Of course the motor didn't stop, and I was going up and down just as the machine
was supposed to do. It didn't take long before my juices were really flowing and
I was on my way to an orgasm. The man had measured everything just right, my
feet didn't touch the floor, and the 'egg' took me up and down the full length
of the dildo. It was brilliant. After the third orgasm I decided that I'd had
enough for the first session and wanted to stop the machine and get off. It was
then that I realised that I was too exhausted to even get my feet up onto the
'T'. I'd screwed-up. I'd been to eager to try it out and hadn't planned a way
out. I was stuck there and my fourth orgasm was building up. At first I started
to panic, but managed to pull myself together and started thinking, but I just
couldn't think of any way to stop the motor or to climb off. If only I'd put a
chair on either side so that I could stand on them.
It was only about 4 o'clock and I wasn't expecting Jon home for another hour and
the orgasms kept coming quicker and quicker. I though I was going to die. In the
end I must have passed-out as the next thing I remember was Jon lifting me off
the 'T' and carrying me to my bed. After that it was next morning and I had the
sorest pussy that I have ever had. It felt like I had been fucked by an elephant
(guess work I'm glad to say). I could hardly walk but I didn't think that there
was any permanent damage.
Saturday October 3
Jon had guessed what I had done and told me that I would get punished for not
waiting as he had told me. He let me stay in bed for the day, and I slept for
most of it. When I did get up I just watched television for the rest of the day.
Wow! what an experience, I want try it again, but I don't want to suffer the
after effects. I will plan it better next time.
Sunday October 4
I was still quite sore when I got up so Jon agreed to delaying the 'official'
inauguration of the new punishment room until later in the week. After the usual
Sunday morning reading the papers we went to the cinema in the afternoon. We saw
some action film or other, I didn't think that it was that good. We sat right
at the back in the middle and after about half an hour Jon told me to slowly
slip out of my dress. I was wearing my new (ish - not my favourite) cheesecloth
dress so it was quite easy. There was no one within about 6 seats in any
direction so I wasn't that worried about being seen. It's amazing, I sat there
naked for going on for an hour, and no one noticed a thing. They obviously
thought more of the film than I did. As it was coming to an end Jon told me to
put my dress on again. I reckon that the only people that knew I was naked were
Jon and me. In a way I was a little disappointed.
Back home Jon decided that I was fit enough to take my punishment for using the
'fucking' machine before I was supposed to. I had to climb over the top of the
'whipping-T' for a spanking. It was quite comfortable, even when Jon put the
velcro wrist and ankle cuffs on so that I couldn't move. If it hadn't been Jon
there I could have got embarrassed as my wide-open pussy was on full view to
anyone who was behind me, but at least I wouldn't have been able to see their
faces. Jon gave me 10 stokes with the tawse with me doing the usual counting.
Needless to say I was quite wet by the time I had said, "Ten - thank you
Master." After that Jon slowly released the spring that was holding the dildo in
place, and it came up and straight into me, the joiner had got his measuring
right again. The pressure of the spring wasn't that great, and I think that I
might just have been able to tense my muscles and keep it out - if I had wanted
to. I was a little surprised at only getting 10 strokes, but at the same time I
knew that there was more (of one sort or another) to come.
Jon played with the lever for a minute or two, inspecting the mechanics and
pressure, and pulled it out a couple of times and let it spring back into me. He
unfastened the restrains after that, and told me to lay back against the 'wheel
of fortune' he strapped first one ankle in place, then lifted me up so that the
seconds strap could be fastened on my other ankle. That was the hardest bit and
it wasn't long before I was spread-eagle on the wheel. When he released the
wheel and started to turn it round I felt a bit funny. If Jon was going to spin
the wheel fast, then I was going to get dizzy. I think that Jon wasn't too sure
about the fastenings and what would happen to them (and me - I hope) when I was
on my side and upside down, because he turned the wheel only slowly and stopped
it in various places to see what happened. After one full revolution he decided
(and I'm glad he did) that I needed to be strapped on over my waist. I was
alright when I was upside-down, but when I was on my side I was sliding down a
bit and it hurt my wrists and ankles. Fortunately the joiner had anticipated
that and had left various holes in the wheel, and some padded nylon straps with
velcro fasteners. Jon put a strap over my waist and turned the wheel again.
When I was upside-down Jon stopped the wheel and asked me how I was. When I
said, "OK" he said, "I thought that you were, the signs are there." It was then
that I realised that my spread pussy was at his head height and that the juices
that had started to flow when I was on the 'whipping-T' were still there. If
anything they were increasing, there's something about having my spread pussy
right in front of a man's face (even one that I know well) that just gets me
excited. I don't know if it's the vulnerability or the exhibitionist in me or
what. I've recently realised that I am a bit of an exhibitionist. I must have
been all along but it took Jon to bring it out in me.
Jon then decided to spin the wheel right round a few times and then let go. It
kept turning another 3 times before stopping with me upside-down. While I was
going round I had some strange feelings. Apart from getting a bit dizzy I was
starting to get excited, but I don't know why (not that I'm complaining). Jon
left me upside-down for about 5 minutes before coming back with the remote
controlled vibrator and easily pushing it into me. When he switched it on it
felt like it was sliding further into me and the pleasure that I was getting
from it seemed to be increased. I don't know if it was because I was upside-down
and my blood was rushing to my head, or what, but I was coming to an orgasm
fast. Jon spotted this and switched the vibe off. He wasn't ready for me to come
yet. He decided to get the vibe out of me, but he couldn't manage to get it, and
his poking around in me was just what I needed to make me cum. Jon was a bit
disappointed by that and decided to un strap me and let me down.
Because I had cum before he wanted me to, he decided to punish me again. This
time I had to lay face down on the bottom part of the 'whipping-T' (Jon took the
dildo out first). He then fastened my wrist over the top part of the 'T' and my
ankles to the legs of the bottom part of the 'T'. This left me in an 'L' shape
with my pubic bone pressing against the 'T' and my ass and pussy in a very
vulnerable position. This time Jon decided to use the cane, fortunately he only
gave me 5 strokes, the last one got my pussy with the tip of the cane, and I
screamed before saying "5 - thank you Master." He left me restrained there for
what seemed like hours before sending me to bed. I'd been pressing my pubic bone
onto the 'T' trying to get some relief from the desires that had been started
earlier, and then been inflamed when the cane got my pussy with the last stroke,
but relief was not to come, and when Jon sent me to bed he cuffed my wrists
behind my back so that I couldn't finish myself off. That was very frustrating,
and I'm sure that Jon knew what he was doing.
