Introduction

Hi, my figure is Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound material body with blondish hair. In 1998 I quit my wearisome existence in a small town in Frederick North Wales and went to operate as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the Orient Midlands of England. It was a brave decisiveness to arrive at as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advertising in a BDSM magazine that mortal had left in the hairdressers where I worked. I didn't really love what I was letting myself in for, but I really did need to do something because my lifetime was so drab and oil production. Even the consultation for the job was unbelievable, but I was so dire to modify my life that I did everything that was asked of me, and I was finally offered the job.

Shortly after starting the job my employer ( Jon ) told me to save a journal of my new life, and he has since created a web site that it is published on.

If you care to read my Journal you will discover that my relationship with Jon is rather different to that of nigh employee and employer, but I have easily come to actualise that I have a life history that just could not be more satisfying or gratifying. I love my life history and all the little escapade that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a little bit of hair that grows on my legs, I have no soundbox tomentum below my neck opening. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with small ( ish ), pert boob that have small aureole and giant teat. When they're surd Jon says they're like chapel hat stick. I have a nice firm, flat stomach with a pubic os that does stick out a bit. In my pussy mouth I have 2 piffling gold rings that Jon put in me. My clit is very prominent and is usually sticking out between my lip. It's about an inch long with a short round head. Jon sometimes calls it my little dick. I don't own any bras, knickers, trouser, leging or shorts ; and 90 % of my skirts and dress can be described as miniskirt or micro. I used to be a very shy girl, but I've now gone completely the other way, and get a expectant thrill from letting other people see my body.

I hope that's enough to satisfy the people who asked. If it isn't, perhaps they would like to e-mail me with particular questions.

Jon told me to discontinue writing my diary in the summer of 1999, but has recently asked me to document, some of the more interest experiences that we have had since then.

Both Jon and I have been scouring the Internet looking for melodic theme for fiddling adventures or incidents that we could cook up to have some fun. We've found one or two account that appear to be slightly rewritten transcript of some of the text in my Journal, and one or two that are very interchangeable to some of the adventures that we've had and that I've written about in my Journal. At first off I was a bit harried about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that person thought our risky venture were good enough to copy. I've started thinking that way as well.

Temping

I left my hairdressing job a while back. The management were getting a bit fed-up with me taking so a good deal sentence off, so I quit.

I was getting a bit bored at the end of last year, and after discussing it with Jon I signed-on for a Temp agency. I didn't do many jobs for them before quitting, but there were a twosome that are worth telling you about.

The world-class was a firm of canvasser. It was only small with 3 qualified canvasser and a span of writing table. One of these was off sick and they needed someone for a duet of weeks to look after visitors and do the filing. The business firm was founded by the old man canvasser and the former 2 Solicitors are cleaning lady in their XXX, both well over weight.

The Agency told me that I would have to dress smartly so the weekend before I started I made a twain of skirts that are to mid-thigh - long for me. Jon made sure that they had puss up the book binding and social movement. I wore them with rather modest baggy blouses that tucked into the chick.

When I got there I found that the function is up some stairs right in the middle of Town, and the receptionist's desk is right at the top of the stair. After I'd been introduced to everyone the secretarial assistant showed me to my desk and told me that the girl that was off grim usually wore trousers and pointed to the strawman of the desk. No modesty board. I told her that I didn't have any suited pant, which is almost rightful - I don't have any trousers. She just said,"Oh well, I'm sure you'll manage."I smiled and thought, ‘ you bet, this could be fun.'

I spent almost of the first match of Clarence Shepard Day Jr. getting used to the telephony system before I managed to unbend and start to have some fun.

Each time I heard the door at the tush of the stairs open I'd get back to my desk and snarf a look to see who it was. If it were a man I'd let my knees part and watch their optic to see if they looked. If it was a hunky man and he looked, I'd let my human knee drift even further apart.

After I'd phoned whoever to narrate them that their visitor was there, I'd ask the visitor to sit in the waiting field that was in front end of my desk, but to a slight angle. It's awing how the men would always sit on the seat that had the best view up my chick. I made sure that some of them really go distracted from their business there.

There are some filing cabinets just near the visitant seats and I made sure that I always had some text file that needed to be filed in the bottom cabinet.

My duties took me into the old man solicitor's government agency quite a bit. When I handed him documents to sign I made sure that I bent forward so that he could expect down the top of my blouse.

His office is one of these ‘ old man'blank space with bookcases all up the bulwark with a piddling step ladder to get up to them. After a couple of days he started asking me to get the books that he wanted that were high up. I smiled the initiatory time that he asked me as I knew exactly why he asked me ; and I wasn't going to disappoint him. By the end of the two weeks he was either a lot younger, or about to snuff if with over-excitement.

The two female Solicitors were miserable matter. I'm sure that they realised what was going on, but they never said anything, just gave me stacks of work to do. The other secretaire always wore long skirt or trousers and never seemed to want to get into conversation. I caught her staring at me a span of times, and it was a safe job that her desk faced away from the visitor's waiting area.

At the end of my time there the old man thanked me for brightening the place up, and said that he wished that he could keep open me on long.



The indorse matter to Temp job that I did was a week in cafeteria in a big shop. It wasn't the job that was interesting ( it was crap ), it was what Jon was doing to me whilst I worked. A short while after I told Jon what I was going to do he told me that I had to wear my remote controlled egg every day.

The kickoff morning went quite quickly, but at lunchtime, just as I was in the centre of serving an old dame, the egg got switched on. I was in mid-sentence when I suddenly gasped, bent over slightly and started shaking. After a few bit I managed to compile myself sufficiency to look round for Jon. As I was looking the little old lady asked me if I was alright.

The egg was on low so I managed to continue serving customer while I looked daily round for Jon. I couldn't see him anywhere.

About 15 min later the pace of the shaking increased and I still couldn't see Jon. Then it got higher. I was in serious danger on cumming while serving a customer. I was starting to sweat and kept pulling a face and stifling a scream.

As I came the first time, one of the other young lady asked me if I was okay. What could I say,"Yes thank you, I'm just in the middle of having an orgasm, and I'll be back to normal in a minute !"

After about an hour the egg got turned down to low and stayed like that for the rest of the afternoon. Twice during that time I had to go to the toilet to dry myself.

The same matter happened for the next 3 days. I never saw Jon once, and he denied being there when I asked him about it on an even.

The last day started the same, but half way through the lunchtime, just as I was building up to my second orgasm, the egg went on to replete. I had a really difficult sentence trying to rivet and to look normal. I haven't a cue what the customers must have thought. I know that some of the stave thought I was ill.

There was one fille who I think suspected what was going on, each time our eyes met she smiled at me with that knowing look.

The egg stayed on to the full for about another hour, it was agony and great all at the same time. In the end, I looked up at the following customer and Jon smiled and asked me for a boiled egg sandwich. Then he asked me if I was all right, as I looked all flustered. He left the egg on full until he'd finished his lunch and left.

Jon's told me that I can do some more Temping jobs if I want, I'll go into the means every so often and see what they've got.

dearest,

Vanessa