The
Builders Next Door
Although Jon’s house has an upstairs and a
downstairs, the houses on either side only have one floor, they’re bungalows.
Last summer we noticed quite a bit of activity, and quite a bit of noise, at one
of them. Looking down from the punishment room window (we have a 6 feet high
fence), we could see that one of our neighbours was having a conservatory built
at the back of their bungalow. This gave Jon an idea and he went into the back
garden and moved the big scaffolding frame so that the bottom was facing where
the conservatory was being built.
The scaffolding frame is a bit like a big bed,
but about 10 feet long, and 6 feet wide. It has 2 padded cross members and some
webbing straps across it. I’ve spent many a happy hour strapped to it
spread-eagle, both facing the ground, and the sky. I’ve also got a few layers
of all-over suntan when I’ve been on it.
Anyway, Jon got a few spare pieces of scaffold
and made a slight modification to it. He left it so that there was a vertical
bar about 6 inches from where my pussy is when I’m restrained on it.
That was it for that night, but the next
evening Jon took a look at the building work and told me that the next day was
going to be ‘my day’. He told me that the way PVC conservatories are built
meant that the job would probably be finished the next day so we only had one
chance.
Just before Jon went to work the next morning
he told me to cover my front with suntan lotion and to go and make myself
comfortable on the scaffolding frame. After he finished his breakfast, he came
outside and tied my ankles and wrists to the frame. He then pulled a blindfold
out of his pocket and put it on me.
There I was, naked, spread-eagle, and tied down
with the prospect of being like that for the next 8 or 9 hours. It was a typical
British summer’s day, wet and not very warm. For what seemed like a couple of
hours I was quite cold and not very happy. Even the thought of what might happen
wasn’t keeping me warm.
About lunchtime (my stomach was telling me it
was lunchtime) I started to warm up and could hear some noise from next door. My
mind started having visions of the time that our conservatory was built and I
was spread-eagle on the bed with the builders taking photographs of me (see my
Journal). That time Jon had some control over the builders, but this time he
didn’t have any. If, when, they discovered me, they’d be able to do anything
they liked to me. The piece of scaffolding that Jon had fixed about 6 inches
from my pussy would make it difficult for someone to actually fuck me, but not
impossible. All they needed was a spanner.
As time went on I got warmer and wetter, and
not from the rain. I was having a wet daydream remembering some of the exciting
times that I’ve had. All of a sudden I heard a man shout, “Fucking hell!
Come and have a look at this.” Everything went quiet and I knew that they’d
seen me. If I was wet before, then I was getting drenched then. That nice
tingling in my lower stomach and pussy was starting again.
I could hear them talking, but couldn’t make
out the words. After a while everything went quiet. Were they coming round, had
the gone for their lunch, or what? The anticipation and not knowing was getting
me even more excited. I could feel my pussy juices trickling down between my
arse cheeks.
After what seemed like hours I heard the side
gate open. Next I heard feet walking towards me. I knew they were there, but I
couldn’t see them. I thought I felt something touch my right nipple, but it
could have imagined it. Even so, I gasped a little.
Still there was silence. I was just starting to
think that they’d gone away when I heard a man cough. “Hello, is anyone
there?” I said. After about a minute, a young sounding man’s voice said,
“Are you all right?”
Relieved and excited, I said, “Oh Hi, I was
beginning to think that I was imagining that someone was there.” “What are
you doing out here like that?” the man’s voice asked.
“My Master restrained me here this morning.
It’s my punishment for not obeying him.” I said. “Your Master! That means
that you’re his slave?” the tone of his voice asked. “Yes, I do everything
that he tells me, and he uses me as he pleases.” I said. “So he abuses you
and you’re happy about that?” was the reply. I just said, “Yes” and
waited.
After a long pause a second man’s voice said,
“Right then, you won’t mind if we ‘abuse’ you a bit will you?” With
that I felt a rough hand grab my right breast and start mauling it. Then another
hand on my left breast. My nipples (which were rock hard) were being pulled in
every direction. It was hurting, but it was nice.
“You shouldn’t be doing that,” the first
man’s voice said. The second man said, “If you want to miss an opportunity
like this then bugger of and finish putting that roof on. I’m going to have a
piece of this slut.” After a bit more nipple pulling I heard the side gate
bang, then I felt a hand on my pussy. As a finger went inside me, the man said,
“You’re loving this aren’t you?” I was, but I didn’t say so.
The hand on my pussy backed off. Then I felt
the little rings in my pussy lips being pulled around. Then my clit was grabbed
and pulled. It was pulled so hard that I screamed. Both hands went away and I
felt the whole scaffolding frame move.
“What bastard put that fucking pole between
your legs?” he asked. I didn’t answer him. After the whole frame moved
another couple of times everything went quiet before I heard a zip unfasten.
Then I heard what must have been the man climbing into the frame because the
next thing that I knew was that I felt his dick force my mouth open. “Suck
that bitch” he said. So I did.
He was stood above my head with his balls
bouncing on my face and I couldn’t get much of his dick in my mouth, but it
didn’t long for him to cum. His jism didn’t taste as nice as Jon’s, but
there was lots of it. I had trouble swallowing it without choking.
After he shot his load into my mouth there was
a long pause before I felt him climb off the frame. “I’m off for a spanner,
don’t go away.” He said laughingly. There was a few seconds quiet and I was
thinking, “Oh shit, Jon’s not going to like this,” when I heard Jon say,
“Can I help you?”
“Err um, me and my mate are working next door
and have just seen your slave, err woman. I though I’d better come and see
that she was all right.” He said. “Thank you for your concern, but she’s
all right, aren’t you Vanessa?” Jon replied. Before I had chance to answer,
the man said, “Right then, I’ll get back to work.”
Jon came over to me and asked me if I’d
enjoyed myself. I told him that I had, but not enough to cum. He then told me
that he’d watched the whole thing from the upstairs window and he asked me
what the man’s jism tasted like. “Not as nice as yours Master.” I
answered. Jon then told me that he’d take care of me in a minute, and leaving
the blindfold in place he disappeared.
About ten minutes later he returned with a
spanner and took the extra poll off. I thought that he was going to fuck me
then, but he didn’t, he left me and came back a bit later. “Wanted to make
sure we had an audience,” he said as he rammed his dick into me.
I was getting close to cumming, but not close
enough, as Jon shot his load into me. When he pulled out of me I said,
“Master, please make me cum, I need to cum.” Jon ignored me and went inside.
I was just coming to the conclusion that my frustrations were not to be relieved
when I felt one of my vibrators being pushed inside me. Then it was switched on.
It wasn’t long before I reached my first orgasm of the day. Then the second.
Just as the third was starting to build up, the vibe was removed and Jon took
the blindfold off. He untied my wrists and ankles and told me to go and get a
shower. It took ages for my eyes to get used to the sunlight, and when I looked
over towards where the builders were working, the conservatory roof looked as
though it was finished, and I couldn’t see anyone.
When I got upstairs I looked out of the front
window and saw the builder’s van drive off.
I have other experiences that Jon has told me
to document. I’m sure that Jon will get me to publish all of them on my web
pages as and when he’s read them, and is happy with them.
Love
Vanessa