Introduction

Hi, my name is Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound figure with blondish pilus. In 1998 I quit my bore cosmos in a little townspeople in compass north Wales and went to work as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the due east midland of England. It was a brave decision to make as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advert in a BDSM cartridge that someone had left in the hairdresser where I worked. I didn't really make love what I was letting myself in for, but I really did need to do something because my life story was so drab and boring. Even the consultation for the job was unbelievable, but I was so dire to transfer my life story 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 write a Journal of my new life, and he has since created a web website that it is published on.

If you care to understand my diary you will discover that my relationship with Jon is rather dissimilar to that of nigh employee and employer, but I have easily come to realise that I have a life that just could not be more satisfy or pleasurable. I love my life and all the little adventures that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a piffling bit of tomentum that grows on my peg, I have no physical structure hair below my neck opening. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with small ( ish ), irreverent chest that have small aura and giant nipples. When they're hard Jon says they're like chapel service hat pegs. I have a nice firm, flat abdomen with a pubic pearl that does stick out a bit. In my pussycat lips I have 2 little gold rings that Jon put in me. My clit is very prominent and is usually sticking out between my lips. It's about an in long with a little daily round head. Jon sometimes calls it my little dick. I don't own any bras, knickers, trousers, leging or shorts ; and 90 % of my skirts and dress can be described as mini or micro. I used to be a very shy girl, but I've now gone completely the other way, and get a with child shudder from letting other hoi polloi see my body.

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

Jon told me to stop writing my Journal in the summertime of 1999, but has recently asked me to document, some of the more interesting experiences that we have had since then.

Both Jon and I have been scouring the Internet looking for theme for little adventure or incidents that we could manufacture to have some fun. We've found one or two stories that appear to be slightly rewritten copies of some of the text in my Journal, and one or two that are very standardized to some of the adventure that we've had and that I've written about in my Journal. At first I was a bit annoyed about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that soul thought our escapade were good enough to imitate. I've started thinking that way as well.

Temping

I left my hairdressing job a piece back. The direction were getting a bit fed-up with me taking so a good deal clock time off, so I quit.

I was getting a bit bored at the end of hold up year, and after discussing it with Jon I signed-on for a temporary Agency. I didn't do many line of work for them before quitting, but there were a duet that are worth telling you about.

The number 1 was a firm of solicitor. It was only small with 3 qualified canvasser and a couplet of Secretaries. One of these was off sick and they needed someone for a couple of workweek to look after visitor and do the filing. The firm was founded by the old man Solicitor and the other 2 Solicitors are cleaning lady in their thirties, both well over exercising weight.

The bureau told me that I would induce to curry smartly so the weekend before I started I made a mates of skirts that are to mid-thigh - long for me. Jon made sure that they had cunt up the back and front man. I wore them with rather minor baggy blouses that tucked into the dame.

When I got there I found that the office is up some stairs right in the middle of Ithiel Town, and the receptionist's desk is right at the top of the steps. After I'd been introduced to everyone the secretarial assistant showed me to my desk and told me that the young woman that was off queasy usually wore pant and pointed to the front man of the desk. No reserve gameboard. I told her that I didn't have any suitable trouser, which is almost true - I don't have any trouser. She just said,"Oh well, I'm sure you'll manage."I smiled and thought, ‘ you bet, this could be fun.'

I spent most of the initiatory couple of days getting used to the telephone system before I managed to unstrain and start to get some fun.

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

After I'd phoned whoever to state them that their visitant was there, I'd ask the visitor to sit in the waiting sphere that was in social movement of my desk, but to a slight angle. It's amazing how the men would always sit on the behind that had the best perspective up my skirt. I made sure that some of them really go distracted from their business there.

There are some filing cabinet just near the visitor can and I made trusted that I always had some documents that needed to be filed in the bottom cabinet.

My duties took me into the old man Solicitor's office quite a bit. When I handed him papers to contract I made sure that I bent forward so that he could look down the top of my blouse.

His office is one of these ‘ old world'lieu with bookcases all up the walls with a slight step ladder to get up to them. After a distich of twenty-four hour period he started asking me to get the books that he wanted that were luxuriously up. I smiled the first clock time that he asked me as I knew exactly why he asked me ; and I wasn't going to let down him. By the end of the two hebdomad he was either a lot younger, or about to snuffle if with over-excitement.

The two female canvasser were miserable affair. I'm sure that they realised what was going on, but they never said anything, just gave me muckle of employment to do. The former Secretary always wore long chick or trousers and never seemed to want to get into conversation. I caught her staring at me a span of prison term, and it was a sound 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 me on longer.



The 2nd interesting 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 tell me that I had to wear out my remote controlled egg every day.

The first morning went quite quickly, but at lunchtime, just as I was in the centre of serving an old ma'am, the egg got switched on. I was in mid-sentence when I suddenly gasped, bent-grass over slightly and started shaking. After a few second base I managed to frame myself enough to look rung for Jon. As I was looking the trivial old lady asked me if I was alright.

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

About 15 minutes later the footstep of the trembling increased and I still couldn't see Jon. Then it got higher. I was in serious peril on cumming while serving a customer. I was starting to sweat and maintain pulling a face and stifling a screaming.

As I came the first time, one of the early girls asked me if I was okay. What could I say,"Yes thank you, I'm just in the centre of having an coming, and I'll be back to formula in a mo !"

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

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

The last day started the same, but half way through the lunchtime, just as I was building up to my arcsecond orgasm, the egg went on to wide-cut. I had a really difficult time trying to contract and to look normal. I haven't a hint what the client must have thought. I know that some of the staff thought I was ill.

There was one girl who I think suspected what was going on, each metre our oculus met she smiled at me with that knowing look.

The egg stayed on full for about another 60 minutes, it was excruciation and great all at the Saami time. In the end, I looked up at the next client 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 to the full until he'd finished his tiffin and left wing.

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

Love,

Vanessa