Vanessa's Journal
Week commencing June 28
The week started off quiet, Vicky rang on the Tuesday and promised to come over
and see us soon. She asked if I'd used the fucking machine recently and I said
that I hadn't for ages. That started me thinking about it and on the Thursday
morning I decided to make it earn its keep. I put a chair on either side then
put the padded wrist straps on. Next I joined my wrists with a carabiner and
switched the motor on. After a final 'should I, shouldn't I', I climbed up and
positioned myself either side of the 'T'. My pussy was just hovering above the
big dildo and was getting wet in anticipation. After gently rubbing my pussy
over the dildo I hooked the carabiner to the rope that was going up and down
above me. My arms started going up and down then I lowered myself onto the
dildo. It felt good as I slowly took it all. When my whole weight was on the
dildo and the 'T' I lifted my feet off the chairs and let the motor take over.
Up and down I went. It was good and my pussy was making sure that I didn't get
sore. There was a sucking noise each time I started to go up. I was just getting
close to cuming when the telephone rang, but there was no way that I was going
to stop and answer it. I heard the answering machine do its job, and then Bridie
telling me that she hadn't heard from us in ages, and asking us to call her.
That slowed down me cumming, but it wasn't long before I could think about
nothing other than the pleasure that I knew was seconds away. The gap between
orgasms reduced quickly, and I was getting tired. When I decided to stop I
lifted my feet to put them on the chairs, but disaster struck. Somehow I managed
to knock both of them over. After another orgasnm I was getting frantic. It was
still mid morning and I wasn't expecting Jon back until early evening. I was
sure that if I didn't do something very soon, then I would be literally 'fucked
to death'. There was no way that my body could survive that machine for
something like 7 or 8 hours. I had visions of newspaper headings like 'Young sex
slave fucked to death' or 'What a way to go' or 'She died with a smile on her
face'.
I haven't a clue where I found the strength but I managed to push myself up
before the machine started the rope going up and I grabbed the knot in the rope.
As I went up the next time I went right off the dildo, and by wriggling about I
managed to go down behind the dildo. I relaxed and let myself go up and down
with the dildo just rubbing up and down the front of my pussy. Now my clit was
getting all the treatment and after a couple of ups and downs I came again.
When the 'high' subsided I made a big effort and just managed to get a leg up
and onto the 'T'. At last I was in control. As I climbed down my legs buckled
and I lay in a heap on the floor for ages before managing to crawl to my bed and
fall asleep.
I woke up in the middle of the afternoon and put things straight in the
punishment room. The paperboy came for his money just before Jon got home, and
as usual I invited him in while I got the money. I always take my time sorting
out the right money and dropping some of it on the floor so that I have to bend
over with my back to him. While I'm bent over I look at him and he's always got
a bulge in his trousers. I just love the effect that my naked body has on men.
Saturday July 3
Jon took me to Tescos but we didn't buy much, he said that I would have to go
back on the Monday or Tuesday. I'd got my favourite cheesecloth dress on and Jon
kept getting me to bend right over the freezers again. He said that he enjoys
watching people watch me. He says that their reactions to realising that they
can see my bum and pussy are amazing. The ways that people try to keep looking
but pretend that they're not always amuse him. Me too, but it's more difficult
for me to watch them watching me than it is for him.
When we got home Jon gave me a challenge. I had to make myself cum, but without
using my hands in any way. I think that he'd guessed what I might try, so he
unclipped my pussy chain first. He said that he didn't want to risk me
'damaging' myself.
At first I couldn't think of anything, I couldn't touch myself, and I couldn't
hold anything. Oh, one other thing, he wouldn't let me use the 'whipping-T' in
any way. To start off with, the only thing that I could think off was to find
something that I could put my legs either side, and bend back and rub my pussy
against. The first thing that I thought of was the scaffolding poles out back.
It worked a bit and I managed to get myself wet, but it wasn't good enough. I
though about switching the washing machine on and sitting on top of it, but
because I wasn't close to cumming that would take an eternity.
Then it twigged. In our kitchen we've got some chairs that have circular posts
at either side of their backs. Each of these posts stick up about 3 inches from
the top of the top cross bar. I put 2 of them back to back slightly offset and
climbed on so that I had one foot on either chair. Then I lowered myself down
so that my pussy was just touching the top of one of the posts. It was just like
a dildo and it wasn't long before I was fucking that chair. After I came Jon
said that he'd have to think of something more difficult the next time.
I lay out in the sun for most of the afternoon and we didn't go out that night.
Jon said that he wanted an early night.
Sunday July 4
Jon woke me up at 4 o'clock in the morning and told me to pack our bags. At 6
o'clock we were at East Midlands Airport checking-in for a flight to Ibiza. Jon
had booked us a so-called last minute 'cheap' holiday. I'd had the usual problem
of going through the security x-ray machine and had to have the man run his
'magnifying glass' up and down me when I kept getting the machine bleeping as I
went through. This time it was my pussy rings and chain that was causing the
problem. It had to be, I wasn't wearing Ben.
At Ibiza airport we collected our bags and then went to the toilets to change
into just our long T-shirts and shoes before going looking for a bus to get us
to San Antonio. It wasn't any cooler for me as I had only been wearing my white
lycra dress and shoes, but Jon had had jeans on. We had to change buses in
Ibiza town, and as the second bus was filling up Jon had an idea. He wouldn't
tell me what it was at that time but he said that as soon as we had found and
checked-in to the hotel then we were going shopping.
Jon seemed to know his way around San Antonio and it didn't take us long to find
the Hostel Rita and to check-in. The rooms (and the hotel) weren't up to much
and we soon discovered that it was full of teenagers having their clubbing and
boozing holidays. The place didn't even have a swimming pool. We had a little
balcony over-looking a busy road and a window that looked out onto a little
courtyard with other rooms doing the same. We could look out of that window and
10 feet away was another one directly opposite, doing the same. As well as that
there were rooms above and below us.
Jon wanted to get out to the beach so after a quick look round we were out and
getting a bus to a place called Cala Conta. There are 3 beaches there and we
went straight to the one where no one was wearing any clothes. This was a good
job as I'd left our swimming costumes in the hotel. We soaked up the sun until
early evening then waited for a bus back. When we got to San Antonio Jon took me
shopping and bought me 2 sarongs, one was see-through.
Back in our room we stripped off and Jon told me to shorten the 2 sarongs so
that when I just wrapped them round me (like a towel just above my breasts) they
would just over-lap by about 6 inches. The see-through one obviously showed
everything that I'd got when I tied the corners to one side, but the other one
didn't. When they were tied to the outside of either breast it was only one leg
that was trying to escape and, although I'd expected it, I don't thing that
anyone would have been able to see my pussy. Both of them were long enough to
cover my ass and pussy without me having to worry about getting arrested for
showing too much.
After I'd got that all sorted, Jon told me to take the non see-through one and
just over-lap and lightly tuck in the ends instead of tying them. It didn't feel
at all secure and when I told Jon he just said, "Good."
Right in the middle of doing all that, our 'neighbours' across the courtyard
opened the shutters on their window. It was then that I realised that as I could
see all of them down to their knees, then they could see all of us down to our
knees. They were 2 Scottish girls who said "Hi" to us, but stared at Jon and me,
as we were both naked. They kept looking over to us on and off as they got
changed and eventually went out.
Jon and me went and sat in the chairs on our little balcony and watched the
people going up and down the street. We were only on the second floor, and when
a coach went by I felt as though I could reach out and touch its roof. At least
it was so close that we didn't have to worry about anyone on it being able to
see us. The same couldn't be said of the 3 girls on the floor above. They were
getting a good start for the evenings drinking session and were spending a fair
bit of time on their balcony shouting to other people on their balconies and in
the street. At one point I heard one of them shout, "There's a naked man and
woman on the balcony below us!" Shortly after that I saw 3 heads peering down at
us and giggling. One of them said, "I can see his todger," and another said,
"They've got no pubic hair." They then proceeded to tell everyone else that was
out on their balconies. Jon just said, "Ignore them."
At about 11 o'clock we put some clothes on (me just a thin cotton dress and
shoes), and we went out for some food and a drink or two. We went just down the
road into the 'lively' part of San Antonio and it was just like the TV program
'Ibiza Uncovered'. 'Happy' people everywhere and every other building was a bar
with loud music blaring our. We had something to eat and a few drinks and then
went back to our hotel.
We managed to get to sleep easy enough but got woken-up a few times during the
night.
