Vanessa's New Life Ch. 02

After breakfast we went for a walk, I think that it was for Jon to walk-off his hangover. After that, we packed the car and headed for home. On the way, we pulled off the Motorway and had a pub Sunday Lunch at a posh Hotel.

Week commencing June 15

Nothing special except for one of the young lads in Tesco staring at me as I leaned over the freezers, and followed me around the rest of the store.

Saturday June 20

We went into town in the morning, and Jon bought a new suit, but nothing for me. In the afternoon Jon told me to pack my white bikini, a pair of his briefs and a couple of towels. We drove North to a sports centre in a large village somewhere or other.

There was a small swimming pool, a sauna and spa, a football pitch, and a cricket pitch. We went to the sauna and spa. It was quite small and grotty with only one changing room with no door. One side of the changing room was an outside wall made of wood. The whole place looked at least 30 years old and it looked as if it hadn't had any repairs or decorating for 10 years. The wooden ouside wall was going rotten and had a couple of holes about the size of my fist through the rotten wood at the bottom.

I took my dress off, and was about to put my bikini on, when Jon said,

"don't bother with that, there's no one else here and not likely to be."

We both walked nude into the sauna and lay on the benches. After about 10 minutes a couple of girls about 14 came into the room. They had their swimsuits on and had obviously come from the swimming pool to have a look. They saw us and then went round the back. I could hear them talking to each other. One was saying that she had been in a sauna on holiday in Spain where people didn't wear anything and she asked the other girl if they should take their costumes off and come in. After a bit of debate they chickened-out and left.

After a while, we went out and into the spa. Just as we had settled-down up to our necks in bubbles, 2 women about my age came in and went and got changed. They came out of the changing room wearing bikinis which was a disappointment. They climbed into the spa which meant that it was full. After a while, the bubbles stopped and the water cleared. I could see Jon's dick, so I assume that the women could as well, but neither of them reacted. The bubbles started again, and when they stopped again Jon told me that we were going back into the sauna. We both got out and walked into the sauna. I could hear one of the women say that she didn't know that the place was a clothing optional place. The other woman said that she didn't either and that they should come into the sauna to have another look.

Jon smiled and I could see his dick swell a little. We were laid on the bottom bench when they came in and sat on the top bench. They kept looking at us, particularly Jon who by then had a semi and when Jon caught their eye they smiled back, but said nothing. After a while we went back into the spa and I sat on Jon's lap while he fucked me. Fortunately, or unfortunately, the 2 women didn't come out of the sauna until after he had cum and I had climbed off. They joined us in the spa for one more session of bubbles before leaving carrying their clothes. I presumed that they were going for a swim.

When we went to get changed we could hear voices and Jon looked out of one of the holes in the wall. There was a game of cricket going on and there were a few kids just on the other side of the wall. As I was drying myself I noticed that the beam of sunlight through one of the holes had gone. I looked over to the hole and saw an eye looking in. We were both still naked at that point and when I whispered to Jon he told me to sit opposite the hole with my legs open and to play with myself. Jon carefully looked out of another one of the holes and saw a boy and a girl of about 11 or 12 taking it in turns to look in. Jon came and sat next to me, opened his legs and got me to use my other hand to wank him. I kept this up until I came, he had already cum and I finished myself off with 2 hands. All the time I kept looking at the hole and kept seeing the eyes change. As soon as I had finished Jon told me to get dressed, we were leaving.

Sunday June 21

I dropped a plate when I was doing the washing-up after breakfast and Jon immediately put me over his knee, and gave me 20 slaps. Again, after each slap I had to count them and then say

"Thank you Master."

After that we went to the Gym and I wore my white shorts and top. There was one young man there who obviously wasn't taking his workout too seriously as he kept looking at me. That made my nipples very hard which made him look even more. The exercise bike was enjoyable again. After the Gym we went into the swimming pool, me in my white bikini and Jon in a semi see-through pair of briefs. We only did a couple of lengths before Jon said it was time to go. Jon didn't even want me to try to excite any of the men there, which was a bit of a disappointment. As soon as we got home Jon said he had to go out and didn't return until late that evening.

Week commencing June 22

On the Wednesday a lorry reversed into out driveway and a man unloaded some scaffolding. I thought that I had better not answer the door without any clothes on and put a dress on before signing for the delivery. Jon hadn't told me that that they were coming and I had no idea what they were for. That night Jon had me carry them round the back of the house.

Saturday June 27

After breakfast, Jon told me to help him with the scaffolding poles. We built what was a bit like a big bed but about 10 foot long and six foot wide; but there were only 2 cross members and one missing from one of the ends. Jon then put some padding that looked a bit like some of the insulation that plumbers put on pipes, but bigger, on the 2 cross members. He then finished-off by adding some straps that looked like car seat belts, from side to side, across the top.

At the time, I had no idea what it was for, but I found-out later. After lunch Jon told me to go and cover my whole body with sun protection cream and then come outside, minus the dress that I was wearing. He then told me to walk to the middle of the 'bed' and bend over the middle bar and grab the top bar. He then proceeded to tie my wrists to the top corners and put one of the straps under my forehead and another under my chest, just below my breasts. I then had to lift my legs one at a time while he tied my ankles to each of the bottom corners.

This left me looking as if I was laying face down on a bed about 3 feet above the ground. The only problem was that the only things between me and the ground were a bar under my waist and 2 straps under my chest and my forehead. This left my pussy easily available for him to just walk in from the bottom of the 'bed' and do whatever he liked. In a way, it was quite comfortable.

Jon did take advantage of my position and gave me a right good humping; and I couldn't even see him. Later that day he released me and then tied me back on, but facing the sky and humped me again. As soon as he had finished he put a butt plug in my hole and told me to keep it in until I went to bed that night. This left me full of his sperm. We went to the pub that night and it was quite uncomfortable; and I'm sure that one or two people caught a glimpse of the plug.

Sunday June 28

As it was a warm day Jon decided that we would go for a walk in this large park. Quite a nice place really, with hills, wooded area, a small lake, acres of grass, and a golf course. I had to wear the dungaree dress which, when I was just stood there, felt as if I had nothing on. The straps were on my shoulders and the front rested on the tops of my breasts, but apart from that there was no other body contact and when I looked down at the sides of my waist I could see right down the inside to the ground.

We walked for ages, enjoying the warm weather and ended-up in the wooded area. This had some open areas in it with grass and picnic tables. There was an out of the way little grassed area and Jon decided that we could improve our all-over tan. After we had been laying there for awhile I fell asleep and the next thing I knew there was a couple of teenage boys riding their bikes straight at me. They managed to miss me and disappeared into the trees. I stood up and looked for Jon, but couldn't see him. I put my dress on and went and sat at the picnic table and waited. I didn't have to wait long before he came out of the trees fastening his zip.

We went home, covered ourselves with sun tan lotion and spent the afternoon sunbathing in the back garden. Jon told me to keep my legs wide open so that the insides of my legs didn't stay white.

Week commencing June 29

Jon went away on the Tuesday morning, and didn't come home until the Friday evening.

Nothing interesting happened that week, even the trip to the supermarket was boring.

Saturday July 4

I didn't see much of Jon all that day, he was working on his PC most of the time. When I asked him what he was doing, he said that he was 'Surfing the Net.' I hadn't a clue what he was talking about and asked him to explain. He wouldn't, saying that he was too busy at the moment, and that he would some other time.

Sunday July 5

Jon added an extra bit to the scaffolding frame today. This was to the 'open' end, and consisted of 2 uprights with a bar across the top. After he had finished he told me to get the wrist and ankle straps, some rope and a stool from the kitchen for him. I had to put the wrist and ankle straps on then stand on the stool. Jon then tied my wrist to each corner of the top bar, but left enough slack for me to hold the top bar. He then removed the stool which left me hanging there, and then he tied my ankles to the bottom corners. This left me spread-eagle hanging there.

I didn't know how long I could hang on, especially when Jon started flicking my clit. After a while my strength gave and I slipped off so I was hanging by my wrists. I thought that it would be agony but it wasn't too bad. I survived for ages before pleading with Jon to let me down. I think that the time I was hanging like that was extended by the fact that Jon was playing with me with a vibrator and his fingers and tongue. A good orgasm or two takes your mind off pain.

Jon really made me plead for a long time before he let me down and during that time he took some photographs of me. When he started with the camera I said that he would have trouble finding someone to develop the pictures but he said that that wouldn't be a problem. When I was released he showed my why.

He plugged a lead into the camera and the other end into his PC. In no time at all there was me, naked on his PC Monitor. That was new for me and I asked him to explain how it all worked. Jon is very good at explaining things about computers in simple every day words and I think I understood what he was saying. He also explained what the Internet is and some of the things that you can do on it. He connected the PC to the Internet and connected to one of the 'chat' lines. I asked him if I could use the Internet while he was at work but he said that it was very addictive and that long telephone calls during the weekdays are expensive. He also reminded me that he got itemised telephone bills. Other than that I could experiment with it and teach myself as much as I liked. I stayed playing with the PC for a while and before I knew it, it was time for bed.

Week commencing July 6

I took a few photos of myself and loaded them into the PC on the Monday and Tuesday. It was strange zooming in on pictures of my own pussy, especially the ones where I held my lips open. I frigged myself to an orgasm just looking at the photos. The rest of the week was quite boring, I didn't even manage to get anyone watching me lean over the freezers in Tesco.

Saturday July 11

While in town that day, Jon and me searched all over for a theatrical shop. He didn't tell me why until we found one and Jon bought a large tin of black body paint. We then went all round the clothes shops (except the one that Kelly worked in - for some strange reason) and eventually found the dress that Jon was looking for. It was made out of a black sort of lacy net and was very see-through. I then realised what the body paint was for.

We went to a pub in town that night (wearing my white lycra dress, not the new lacy net one) and while we were there Jon saw an advert for bar staff on a Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday nights and asked me if I fancied the job. I thought about it for a minute and said that it could be okay, especially as the girls didn't wear uniforms and were all quite young.

I didn't get anyone looking at me or trying to grope me when I went to the toilet that night. It was a bit disappointing in a way, but I suppose it was because most of the women in the pub were a lot younger than me, and the all wore skirts just as short, if not shorter than mine.

Sunday July 12

Just to prove that Jon isn't always predictable, after breakfast, Jon painted a pair of shorts and a top on me, wrapped some polythene round me and we went to the university sports field. The students had left for the summer and the place was deserted. We parked right at one end of the car park which was close to the running track, got out and started jogging round the running circuit.

Jon was all right in his shorts and vest but I felt very exposed. Jon said that you couldn't tell the difference from a distance of about 20 foot away, but any closer than that and you could start to see that there were no joins in the material and you could see my crack. We did about 5 circuits and then another car came into the car park and a couple of men got out. They did some warming-up exercises well a way from the track then started jogging towards us.

My heart was pounding to start with but when they came towards the track it went into over-drive. I thought that I might get away with it, just so long as they didn't come up behind us, or go the opposite way round. When they did start jogging round the opposite way to us I said to Jon

"that's it, they are going to notice."

Jon just told me to keep my cool and act as if they weren't there. Fortunately they were running in the outside lane and we were on the inside, and when they went passed the first time they just glanced at us and said,

"good morning."

The second time round, one of them looked at me for a long time, and I'm sure that he was trying to decide on what he had seen. Before the third time, we pulled off the track, and stopped near the car. Jon told me to do some stretching exercises on the grass, and 'supervised' while I did all sorts of aerobic type exercises.

Other people started arriving and one carload even parked close to Jon's car. The 3 girls in it got out, took their track suites off and walked passed us within 6 feet; but didn't even look at me. I was both relieved and disappointed, I don't know what I would have done if they had said anything. We kept the 'aerobics' up for about 5 more minutes then headed for home.

Being naked in a place like that with all those people being so close had really turned me on. On the way back home I pleaded with Jon to give me some relief,but he refused saying that he didn't want to risk getting black paint all over him and that I mustn't do anything myself until we got home and I'd had a shower.

Once I'd done that, he restrained (that's the word that Jon says I have to use) me on the scaffolding in the back garden. He strapped me in and fingered me until I was about to cum then left me for about 30 minutes. Then he did the same again and again. By the time I eventually came I was so desperate for it that the neighbours must have wondered if there was a noisy party going on or someone was getting attacked.

I asked Jon to show me how to get onto the Internet again and we spent about an hour 'talking' to someone called Emma16 all about exhibitionism and dares. She gave Jon a few ideas and I think that we gave her some. She couldn't make up her mind about having a 'Master' and said that she would have to think about it. We exchanged e-mail addresses so I might write to her.

Week commencing July 13

I had a quiet week, with nothing really happening, except that I genuinely forgot to cover-up when I answered the door to the postman on the Thursday morning. You should have seen his face.

Saturday July 18

At breakfast I talked to Jon about me having to shave every day. I explained to him that I wanted to be smooth for him and that I knew about other ways of getting that way. Electrolysis was the obvious way because it was permanent, but those machines cost a lot of money and you need to have a needle stuck on each hair follicle at least once, sometimes 6 or 7 times. It would take weeks and you had to let the hair grow before you could start.

Another way, I explained, was wax strips. These also required a few days growth of hair but were very quick. The only problem was that I didn't know if I could stand the pain of having it done to my labia. Jon said that I should make enquiries about electrolysis machines but not to shave until Wednesday and to get a supply of wax strips. He also told me that I was going to get my head haircut that morning, and that it was going to be short. In fact I was to get a 'short back and sides', just like a man.

When we went to the hairdressers it brought back lots of memories. Some were good but they were all very dull compared with my new life. As I sat there watching the girl cut off my long almost blond hair, I thought about the last couple of months how I had changed from a boring, dull person, to someone with confidence. Someone who now liked her body and wasn't ashamed to show it. I had to give Jon the credit for that, his dominance was what I needed. The girl brought me back to reality asking me how short I wanted it. I looked round and saw a man whose hair was no longer than an inch, and I said,

"like him."

As we left the hairdressers Jon smiled at me and said that with the right clothes and walk I could get away with pretending to be a boy. I didn't 't know whether to take that as a compliment or not.

Sunday July 19

A quiet day really, Jon took me to the Chinese restaurant for lunch, and I had to wear my white lycra dress. Jon decided that he thought that I had had enough exercise for the weekend, and that we wouldn't be going to the Gym. Beginning to get used to my new hairstyle.

. continued in Part 3