Introduction

Hi, my name is Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound figure with blondish hair. In 1998 I quit my ho-hum existence in a footling Ithiel Town in North Cymru and went to function as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East Midland of England. It was a brave decision to piss as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job ad in a BDSM magazine that soul had left in the hairdressers where I worked. I didn't really do it what I was letting myself in for, but I really did need to do something because my sprightliness was so drab and boring. Even the interview for the job was unconvincing, but I was so desperate to alter my living 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 indite a Journal of my new life, and he has since created a web site that it is published on.

hypertext transfer protocol : //www.asstr.org/~Vanessa/

If you care to read my Journal you will discover that my family relationship with Jon is rather different to that of most employee and employer, but I have easily come to recognize that I have a life that just could not be more comforting or pleasurable. I love my biography and all the little adventures that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a fiddling bit of hair that grows on my stage, I have no body hair below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with small ( ish ), pert tit that have small aureoles and gargantuan tit. When they're hard Jon says they're like chapel service hat pegs. I have a nice business firm, monotonic stomach with a pubic bone that does gravel out a bit. In my pussy lips I have 2 piddling gold rings that Jon put in me. My clit is very prominent and is usually sticking out between my lips. It's about an inch long with a little bout head. Jon sometimes calls it my trivial dick. I don't own any bras, knickers, pant, leging or short pants ; and 90 % of my doll and dresses 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 great shudder from letting former people see my body.

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

vanessaevans69 @ hotmail.com

Jon told me to hold on writing my diary 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 mind for slight adventures or incidents that we could manufacture to have some fun. We've found one or two taradiddle that appear to be slightly rewritten written matter of some of the textual matter in my Journal, and one or two that are very exchangeable to some of the escapade that we've had and that I've written about in my daybook. At first base I was a bit annoyed about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that soul thought our adventures were good enough to copy. I've started thinking that way as well.

The adventure I'm about to line is when Jon decided that I should further my training a bit by : -

Going to Night School

If you've read my Journal you will know that I'm not a very big individual ( well, the features that you can see when I've got some clothes on ) and that my look is quite youth looking. Just before Christmas 2000 I'd lost my part-time job as a hairdresser when the building that the beauty parlour was in caught ardour. Just after Christmastime 2000 Jon decided that I would go back to school. At offset I was a bit horrified that he wanted me to spend daytime sitting through deadening lessons, but after a couple of bit of explanation I started looking forward to it.

Jon took me to a comprehensive school at the former side of town and I signed-up for calculator Literacy course of action. He said that it was time that I learned a bit more about PCs. The next night he took me to a college and into an Art Class. When I saw all the students sketching a bunch of flowers that was on a desk in the middle of the room I got a little worried and shake. I tried to tell Jon that I was a hopeless artist, but he wouldn't listen to me.

A couple of minute later the teacher came into the classroom and over to us. Jon asked if he was still looking for a life model. At for the first time I didn't twig but as the teacher looked me up and down I realised that Jon wanted me to place for the class. I got all excited thought 'wow, logical flash ’. Without even talking to me Jon and the instructor agreed that I'd affectedness for the social class on each Monday eve for the adjacent 4 weeks.

This is what happened at the classes - well the interest bits.

Computer Class

I was just starting to put some dress on to go to my first evening class when Jon told me to wear a blouse and skirt. The blouse he told me to tire was quite baggy and he told me not to tighten the top 3 buttons. This meant that the highest button that was fastened was right in the middle of my bosom. As soon as Jon told me that I realised that he wanted me to let the teacher see inside my blouse. I didn't need telling twice ; in fact I was looking forward to it. I made sure that the blouse wasn't tucked into my skirt much so that it only needed me to be given forward a little for there to be a gaping hole for him to see in when he stood next to me.

I put a coat on and ram Jon's car to the school.

When I got there and found the right classroom, 4 other hoi polloi were already sat in front of PCs talking to each other. As I walked in they all smiled at me and 2 said,"Hi."When I took my coating off one of the Old men's eye opened broad when he saw my micro skirt. I smiled at him and asked if I could sit at any of the desks. After a cold-shoulder pause he said ‘ yes'so I chose a desk on the side of an gangway so that the instructor would be stood to my left. I sat not too close to the desk so that I had to angle forward a bit. Sat like that also meant that a lot of my thighs would be showing and perhaps a bit of my bald pubes too, especially as I never cross my legs.

Another 5 or 6 multitude came in and then the teacher. He was a bald, middle-aged man, married man ; well he was wearing a nuptials anchor ring. After the introductions the teacher got us to switch the PCs on and then told us how to run a program that showed us all about the different moment of a PC. I pretended that I had never used a PC before and that I couldn't find the buttons that he was telling us to flick on. After he tried to describe where I should be looking and me saying that I couldn't see it, he finally came over to evince me.

poor people man, he just about stopped dead in his tracks when he saw my skirt and legs. I saw him blush a little as he stood beside me and pointed to the button on the screen. As he walked back to the front, he turned and looked back to me for a back before continuing with his lesson.

After about 10 minutes I couldn't find another clit. This time the man didn't annoyance to describe where it was, he came and stood beside me and pointed it out.

This happened another couple of prison term and then just before the end of the lesson I needed his help again. This time he came and stood in forepart of my desk and leaned over my PC admonisher to designate me where something was. As he leaned forward I could see that his eyes were looking straight up my skirt.

The bit lesson.

When I arrived the future workweek I was a little former and there was only one PC liberate. That was in the centre of the presence row. I'd just got myself organised when the instructor came in. It wasn't the Same man. The new man ( Peter President Lyndon Johnson ) is about my age and looks a bit of a geek.

After he'd introduced himself he told us that the previous teacher was ailing and that he would be taking over the class. When we did the unit of ammunition introducing ourselves, the teacher stared at me for quite a while before moving on to the next person. That made me a bit uncomfortable, but not enough for me to opine about the fun I could have. As the others were introducing themselves I was thinking about my acquaintance Debbie and the fun that she used to have at school.

This teacher tends to go off the subject a bit and lapin on about things that don't seem relevant to what we're doing. It was during about his third trip into technophobic whatever that I decided to try to bring him back to worldly concern. Up until then I'd been sat with my knees tightly together and been concentrating on the lesson, but I was getting tire listening to irrelevant gobbledegook so I let my genu share.

Peter was walking back and Forth River across the battlefront of the room and so mystifying into his picayune story that it took ages for him realise what he was missing. He kept looking down at the floor, but never towards me. Eventually he did look over towards me. He stooped mid sentence, went shiny red, and then carried on talking. He stared at my pegleg, and up my skirt, for a few endorsement then looked me in the eye. I just smiled at him.

The wretched man just seemed to lose it from that point in the lesson. He kept sneaking coup d'oeil at my legs and pussy, but he looked as if he was a naughty schoolboy doing something that he shouldn't. Even though he went to facilitate former educatee with problems, he wouldn't come near me. Each time I asked him a question he stayed at the movement and explained in great contingent what I should be doing.

At the end of the lesson he was gone before anyone else. I overheard a couple of the students talking as they went out, one was saying that the teacher was cunning and shy.

The third lesson.

I'd enjoyed my little game with the ‘ new'teacher the old week and wanted to keep on it so I arrived too soon to make sure that I got the same PC. I was a little surprise to find that not only was the teacher already there, but that he'd put a president in the middle of the front of the class. I was looking at it when dick said ‘ commodity eventide ’, and explained that he'd had an accident and injure a leg. He was going to use the professorship so that he didn't have as far to walk.

‘ Oh yeah'I thought, but didn't say anything. It could turn out skillful than planned.

The quietus of the students arrived and the family got started. Yes, some ( most ) of the men were ogling my ultra short doll and low cut, recede top, and some of the women were giving me dirty looks ; but I'm used to that. My entirely interests that nighttime were learning a bit more about PCs, and having some fun with the teacher.

dick explained the chairwoman to everyone and was limping about. After about 10 minutes he sat on the chairwoman and kept talking. After a piece he gave us an exercise to do and as I started it I looked up and saw where he was looking.

My human knee had been closed up until then, but as soon as I saw him looking they opened. Not a lot at first of all, but as he kept looking, my knees kept opening until they were about a pes apart.

I got on with the exercise but kept looking up whenever no one was asking him a dubiousness. He certainly wasn't as shy as he'd been the former week.

soul at the back asked him another enquiry and he had to go and show up them something. As he got up and walked passed me I couldn't help noticing that not only wasn't he limping, he didn't have a limp pecker either, and there was quite a swelling in the social movement tight of his dungaree. It looked quite abominable.

By then I'd realised that he had found his trust and was out to enjoy himself as much as I was. I was as excited as his bulge told me he was and I could feel my juice seeping out of me. Just flashing him wasn't enough, especially as he was blatantly staring at my snatch and little gold rings.

I wanted to see how far I could go before he got embarrassed again. I shuffled my hot seat right under the desk. If I'd had a longer skirt on it would have risen up. As it was my bare rear end was on the wooden professorship. I let my left-hand manus drop onto my leg whenever it wasn't needed on the keyboard. Every so often I'd reach down and pull one of my halo or ruffle my clit.

The first meter I did it shaft did a stunt man take. The back time his head moved down towards me a bit.

After I finished the exercise there was a gap while some of the boring students caught up. I used that time to ‘ toy'with my clit and rings. I wasn't actually frigging, but close to it.

Peter was mesmerised and missed a duad of questions. One of the old men had to repeat himself tacky, to get Peter to crack out of his trance.

The lesson went on in a similar way and I was finding it difficult trying to typecast with my right deal whilst playing with my clit with my left wing handwriting. It's not the actual typewriting ; it's concentrating plenty to have a go at it what to type.

By the time the lesson was nearly over I was getting close to cumming. There was no way that I wanted to leave without actually cumming in front of the teacher so when putz said that there was just one more little thing to do before we all went home, I went for it.

Just after Peter had finished telling everyone what he wanted them to do, I came. I shut my optic, squeezed my mouth mouth shut, and went over the boundary. Somehow I managed to keep quiet and I don't think that anyone realised what was happening - other than Peter. When I opened my centre and looked at him his oculus were locked on my pussy.

When I coughed a bit he looked up at my face. I smiled and he went bright red.

At the end of the lesson St. Peter the Apostle asked me to stop back for a bit. As I waited for everyone else to go out I was wondering if he was going to try and hit on me. In a way he did, he asked me if I'd go for a drink with him. I lied and told him that my married man was waiting outdoor for me.

The side by side couple of workweek were very interchangeable to the third hebdomad. Peter kept sitting on the chair in movement of me, but his walking hobble had gone. I kept teasing him.

If anything unlike happens Jon has told me to spell about it.

Art Class

Week 1

I was very skittish as I drove to the college. Earlier that good afternoon I spent ages trying to decide what I should bear. In the end I came to my gumption and remembered that no one was occupy in what I was wearing going to the class. I put on a simple cotton mini garb and shoes.

I was still nervous as I walked down the corridor to the classroom. It wasn't just nervousness, it was excited nervousness.

When I walked in the schoolroom everyone stopped talking and looked at me. After a fraught pause the teacher came over to me, said ‘ Hi'and asked me if I'd posed before. When I told him that I hadn't he told me that there was zero to be nervous about, and asked me if I wanted a cup of coffee.

I told him that I was okay, that chocolate made me want to pee and that I didn't want to have to go right in the middle of the session. He smiled and asked if I was ready to get started. I said that I was and asked what I had to do.

The teacher then called for silence and told everyone who I was and started telling them how they had to adumbrate me.

While he was doing that I looked troll. There were about 20 people in there. Men and adult female of all ages from about 18 to 80. Some of them smiled at me and said hello while others just keep open quiet.

The instructor then told me to go behind the blind in the recess, take my clothes off, put my robe on and derive back. He said that he's put me in the pose that he wanted when I got back. He just said"Oh, okeh !"when I told him that I didn't have a robe.

When you've only got a frock and shoes to take off it doesn't take retentive and I was back within seconds. As I walked back I looked around and saw a couple of the men looking at me. One was a young man about 20. He didn't expression as if he was only there for the art. His expression brought that conversant tingle and moistness to my cunt.

"That was quick"he said and pointed to a big mesa in the midsection of the room. He asked me to climb on and then he told me how to do the mannerism. I had to sit on the table with one leg bent at the knee and the former straight out. He told me to keep my knees nearly together, but I let them range to about 6 inches apart. One deal was on the table behind me, whilst the former was on my thigh. I had to look up into the top corner of the elbow room.

Once the teacher was happy with my affectation he called all the scholarly person over and started telling and showing then which part of my body he wanted them to contract on. One part was my breasts. As he said that my teat went even harder than they already were.

There were 20 people stood all around me looking down on my raw body. Some were stood at my feet and I'm sure that they could see my juices leaking out of my pussycat. One woman whispered to another next to her, but she wasn't quieten enough. I think that most of the people in there get word her say,"I've never seen a charwoman with gang down there before."

Eventually they all went back to their places and started drawing.

It was concentrated keeping still all that fourth dimension, but at the same time I was enjoying it.

After what seemed like an eternity the instructor came to the forepart and told me to have a 10 moment fracture. I was grateful for that and climbed down off the table. The teacher said that normally the models put their robes on for the break, and offered me his jacket. I thanked him and told him that I was all good as I was.

Most of the student kept drawing but the young man came up to me and started chatting. As he was talking his eyes were everywhere but my optic. It was nice ( and a bit exciting ) being chatted-up while I was naked and he wasn't, but I wanted to see how the draft were getting on. I excused myself and wandered unit of ammunition looking at the different drawings of me.

Some were quite good, I even thought about asking what would happen to them after the lesson.

It was funny the way some of the student just totally ignored me and got on with their work. I guess that they were the serious artists.

Some of the men and a twosome of the unseasoned woman chatted to me as I walked round. Some were staring at me and I didn't know if it was for the welfare of their draught or because I was naked in amongst them.

being naked in amongst those multitude gave me mixed flavor. The serious artists did absolutely zilch for me and I felt totally at easy with them. It was like to being at the nudist swims and on a naturist beach. The people that I wasn't sure about made me sense a fiddling emotional. The to a greater extent that I thought mortal was looking at me in a sexual manor, the more charge I got.

When I got to labialize to where the Pres Young man that had been chatting me up was, I was getting really excited. That pussy tingle was very hard and I could really feel my succus flowing. As I walked up to him I saw that comrade jut in his trousers. He tried chatting me up again, but I just kept asking him silly doubtfulness about his lousy attempt to draw me. His reply sounded just as stupefied as my questions. If anyone was listening they must have thought we were both aesthetic thickies.

The severance came to an end and the teacher asked me to get back up on the mesa. As I was walking towards the tabular array I decided that I'd better go to the potty before getting stuck in one position again ( I also wanted to clean up my doughy pussy before starting again ). I told the teacher and asked him where the penny-pinching toilet was. He told me that it was only about 20 yard down the corridor.

I started waking towards the classroom door when the instructor said,"Hadn't you better put some clothes on ?"To be perfectly honest, the thought had crossed my nous but I wanted the chance to take the air about the corridor a bit. I was wondering if I might meet and shock someone.

I didn't really give the teacher a chance to say any more, I just said,"No, it's okay, it's only a few yards and it sounds as if everyone's in their classes."With that I was out of the room access and walking up the corridor.

The teacher was right, it was only 20 yards to the potty and I was in and out and back in the classroom in no prison term. I was a bit thwarted that I hadn't seen anyone.

The bit one-half of the lesson went quite quickly and it wasn't long before the teacher was telling me to get down and dressed.

As I came out from behind the changing screen the young man was waiting for me and asked me if I'd like to go for a drink with him. Fortunately I didn't get chance to answer him because the teacher interrupted and told him to go home.

He then told me that I'd done well to go along so still for so long and asked if I was okay to descend back the next calendar week. I told him that I'd enjoyed it and would be back.

week 2

As I walked into the classroom there were about the Lapp act of multitude who had been there the old week. I did notice an extra duad of youngish people.

The teacher arrived before I had the opportunity to do anything or talk to anyone, and immediately brought the class to order of magnitude. He told the class that I was going to stupefy in an unusual position that Night and that he wanted the students to add a little bit of imagination to their drawing.

I hadn't a clue what he meant by ‘ strange position'until he turned to me and whispered,"Jon has told me that you'll pose exactly as I tell you. You're not going to give me any difficulty are you ?"I was a bit scandalise and surprised. Whenever he had spoken to me before he'd given me the impression that he was a perfect gentleman. This prevalent style took me my surprise.

"rightfield,"he said,"go and get your wearing apparel off while I get the ropes ready."Another surprise I thought, it sounded as if I wasn't going to have a problem keeping still that night. I turned towards the changing silver screen and saw that it wasn't there. It was nowhere in the room. I turned back towards the teacher to tell him and to ask where I should get undressed. He was busy opening a bag so after a straightaway think I though, ‘ what the blaze'and walked to the slope of the room where there were some chairs. I turned to face the socio-economic class and saw that about half the students were watching me and the former half were watching the teacher face lift some rophy out of the bag.

‘ Here goes'I said to myself, I looked at one man, smiled at him and then lifted my top up over my head. The man was smiling back at me as I undid the little spell of Velcro that was holding my bird up and dropped it to the trading floor. I then squatted down with my stifle wide apart as I unfastened my sandals and the walked out of them.

My pussy was starting to tingle and get wet.

When I got back to the teacher he told me that he wanted me to climb on the tabular array and hold my branch out while he tied a circle to each of my wrist joint. He then threw the Mexican valium over steel skeleton that was holding the cap up and pulled my weapon system up in the air.

Maybe I need to explicate that the school was originally built round about the turn of events of the 19th / 20th one C. It has had quite a numeral of ‘ extensions'added, some quite recently. We were in the old part, a unity story building.

The teacher then told me to circularise my legs and asked me if he needed to tie them to anything to keep them apart. I told him that it wasn't requisite, as I was comfortable as I was. I wondered if he knew that I spent quite a bit of time hanging my wrist, nude and spreadeagle. I looked down at the students and realised that my pussy was at about chief height for most of the students. I got a little bed wetter as I thought about what some of them might be thinking and knowing that there would be about 20 pairs of eye staring at my snatch for the next hour.

The adjacent 30 or so minutes went in no time. I'd been daydreaming and when the teacher unfastened the ropes I suddenly realised that it had been a nice castle in Spain and that my pussy felt really wet. I needed to go to the stool and clean myself up a bit.

I told the instructor where I was going and marched out before he had a chance to finish saying that perhaps I should put some clothes on.

There was no one in the corridor or the toilet when I got there. I locked myself in cell, had a pee, wiped my slit dry and was sat there playing with my button when I heard some girlfriend come in. I brought myself to an orgasm while I listened to them talking about what they were going to do to their boyfriend later that night.

They stopped talking and stared at me as I opened the stall door and walked to the swallow hole. As I was washing my hands one of them asked me where my clothes where. I just said,"Art class"as if that would explicate everything and walked out.

In the corridor a schoolhouse janitor stopped beat in his cut and watched me as I walked passed him. Poor bloke, he looked as if he was about to have a heart attack.

book binding in the classroom I wandered round looking at different thought of my rout naked body. One or two had taken ‘ artistic licence'and drawn me with extra ropes and belts on. One had actually drawn a dildo sticking out of my cunt. The detail that some had gone to while drawing my pussy and little amber rings was just amazing.



I didn't get opportunity to see all the drawings before the teacher called me over to resume the affectation. As I walked back I looked over to there the young man was that fancied me. He looked disappointed.

The teacher asked me if I was okay to bear on and when I said I was he retied my wrists and told me to get back on the mesa.

The end of the lesson came all too soon. The teacher dismissed the category and left me up there while they were all leaving. It was unearthly saying bye-bye to them as the walked passed me having one net looking at my naked pussy.

When they'd all gone the teacher came over to me and asked me if I was okay with the different type of pose. I told him that I was and that I was used to being restrained like that."Not in public I suspect, did you relish it ? He asked. I think I actually blushed a bit as I admitted that I did before asking him when he was going to let me down.

He then told me that he'd got a bit of extra time lined-up for me and got another dyad of rope out of his bag. He tied my mighty leg to one leg of the board and as he was tying my bequeath leg to the former end of the table he told me that he'd arranged for a span of his mates to total and take some photographs of me.



For some intellect I didn't think that any injury could come to me, only just, so I wasn't worried. In fact I was excited. I felt another tingle and billow of juices.

A few minutes later 3 men and 2 woman came in and started getting television camera out. Not a lot was said, but a lot of photograph were taken. One of the women got a big dildo out of her bag and smiled at me as she pushed it into my kitty before more photographs were taken.

After about 5 second I was untied, the dildo was pulled out and I was told to lie on the tabular array. Needless to say I was spread-eagle again. More picture were taken and the instructor came and stood beside me and started playing with my pussy. I suddenly realised how vulnerable I was and obviously looked frightened because the teacher said,"Relax honey, we're not going to fuck you, if we did you wouldn't be back next week."

The six of them took it in turns to pee-pee me cum either with their bridge player or their oral fissure whilst the others kept taking more photographs. By the end of it I was knackered and just lay there as they packed up and left. I was still lying there when the janitor came in to throw the Light Within off and operate up. Poor man got quite a surprise and said,"Sorry."I got up and put my clothes on as he watched me. As I walked out I said,"Don't be no-account, I'm not."

I didn't tell Jon about the photographers.

hebdomad 3

drive to the school I was wondering what was in depot for me. I'd put just a lose accommodation cotton fiber mini dress and place on, and as I walked into the school the wind was blowing it everywhere.

I was a bit previous, and by the time I got to the classroom everyone was there waiting for me. The instructor came up to me and said that he was getting a bit vex that I might not be there. He then told everyone that I was going to pose in a very submissive pose and that he wanted them to sketch me exactly as they saw me, no extra bits. digest on what they could actually see.

He then told me to get unattired and onto the table. Again the changing screen was missing so I just whipped my dress straight up over my head, kicked my shoes off and climbed onto the table. The teacher then told me how he wanted me to pose. What he described was the view that I have to get into when Jon tells me to ‘ sham the locating ’. On my knee joint with them wide apart. I then have to tend back as far as I can and bear out my body with my hands on the floor. I've lost could of the bit of times that I've been in this office, and for how long. If you add it all up it must be days, so another hour wasn't going to make often difference. The divergence this prison term was that there would be 20 odd pairs of centre looking at me and my spreadhead pussy.

Again the time went very quickly as recalled the late Nox's session on the fuck machine at home. Jon had left me on the machine until I'd nearly passed out, then he'd fucked me until I came for the sixth time. I was still a bit sore.

At the break I needed the toilet again ; I needed to pee and cum. The teacher didn't bother to say anything as I walked out of the classroom still naked. I didn't see anyone again and relieved both aching in peacefulness and quiet.

However, as I went back onto the corridor there was a group of teenagers walking towards me. They were all dressed in sports cogwheel and looked as if they'd just escaped from the gym.

They saw me just as quickly as I saw them. I had a split secondment to make up one's mind to either jump back into the girl's toilette or prevent going. You've guessed it, I kept going.

The stripling ( boys and miss ) were all about 18 and they came out with all the input that you'd expect in a place like that. I was in the centre of the corridor and expecting them to break ranks and let me through the middle of them. I was expecting ( and hoping for ) a few groping hands, but I wasn't expecting them to terminate and hinder the corridor.

They surrounded me and didn't move when I asked them to. Whilst some of them were feeling my tits and twat, one of them asked me why I was naked. I told them that I was the good example in the Art course. Another said that I shouldn't walk round the school without clothes on because anything could come about to me. When another said that they should teach me a object lesson I started to get a slight worried. They bundled me back into the female child's john and discussed what they should do with me. Thankfully, when one of the cub suggested that all the cuss should ‘ fuck the ass off me'the others didn't agree.

In the end they agreed that since I was a nude model I should be made to nude framework for a lot Thomas More people.

With one lad holding either of my arms they ran me all round the school corridors and outside through the car Park onto the main road, back into the school primer coat and onto the sportsman field. Most of the group were following us.

I suppose that the feller thought that I was running so easily because they were holding my arms. In reality I was loving it. It was an excuse to be naked in public and to appall a few citizenry. I knew that if we were caught I could get away with it by saying that the fellow were forcing me to do it. If only they knew.

As we went down one of the corridors we had to barge our way through a couple of classes that were ending. I've no idea what they were, but all the people were grownup and we got a few remark from some of them. There were a few people in the car park and a lot more on the main route. I heard a couple of tyre screech as on or two motorists got distracted.

When we got into the middle of the sports field the lads let go of me and one of them said,"Let that be a deterrent example girl,"and they all walked off laughing.

I stood there for a minute or so getting my breath back the worked out the good way to get back to the Art class. We'd gone in a big band and the Art schoolroom wasn't that far away. I only had a couple of classroom windowpane to pass before could get back into the construction and then down a short bit of corridor and I'd be there.

As I was walking down the path passed the classroom I looked in to see a couple of the great unwashed looking out towards me. One man had a big smile on his face.

When I got back the teacher asked me if I was all right wing, he though that I might be ill or something. He didn't ask me about the bits of wet grass on my feet.

Anyway, it was back into the position and try to relax. About half way through the session I looked round the room a bit and saw that the young man who'd tried to natter me up was trying to attract my attention. He was at the back of the room and it was tentative that any of the other students could see him unless they turned round. Out eyes met for a second and instead of him getting on with his resume he rubbed the front of his pant and pretended to jerk off himself.

At the end of the lesson the instructor asked me to bide as I was while he dismissed the class. When they'd all gone he came and stood at the table at my genu end. In force, right field between my legs. He looked me up and down then said,"No photographer tonight, but I just wanted to tell you that you will really savor next hebdomad's stratum. You'll go base shattered."When I told him that I was looking forward to it he turned, picked up his bags and walked out saying,"Good, see you next hebdomad then."

I put my attire and shoes on and went domicile. When I told Jon about the group of teen he just laughed and told me to be careful.

Week 4

I was a bit recent getting to the year and everyone was waiting for me. As soon as I walked in the teacher told everyone that he wanted them to try to bewitch the mood that I would soon be in. One of the women asked him what mood I would be in. His reply was just two countersign,"Sexual excitement."When he said that I turned and looked at him and I heard one of the Danton True Young men say,"Nice one teach."

I didn't bother looking for the changing filmdom and just whipped my garb up and off. I didn't know what to bear other than that I was going to be sexually excited in strawman of 20 plus citizenry. I was wondering how, looking forward to it and getting a bit damp. My nipple were already rock-and-roll hard.

When I got up onto the table the teacher tied my wrists to the roof beams the Lapp way he'd done the second clock time I'd posed. This time he'd got me to remain firm on a few books and when my wrists were secured he removed the books leaving me dangling there. After he'd done that he told me to give my stage panoptic and he tied my articulatio talocruralis to the ramification of the tabular array. I was tied spread-eagle in mid air, and with no way to move.

At that point I didn't know if my state of sexual excitement was enough for what the teacher wanted. It wasn't really visible - apart from my slightly wet pussycat and hard nipples ; and being restrained like that for the side by side hour wasn't going to tire me out.

What happened next had me puzzled to start off with. The instructor got a little table and put it in-between my legs. Next he got a few Book and put them on it. On top of that he got something that I hadn't seen for years, a metronome that he must own borrowed from the music room. Then he got a big feather out of his bag and taped it to the metronome arm so that it was just touching my pussy. Then he set the metronome arm going backwards and forwards. My pussy was getting a very rhythmic tickle.

As I started to understand what was going to take place to me I heard the teacher tell the scholarly person to concentrate on drawing my consistence first. He told them that it would ingest a patch for my grimace to get the face that he wanted them to capture.

It didn't take long. Within a couple of minutes my teat were so hard that I thought they were going to break open and my pussy was really coming alive. I could feel my juice leaking out of me. Five minute later I was very close to cumming. I guess that the instructor could tell that because he said,"Try and hold it Vanessa, the students need Thomas More prison term to get your verbal expression down on paper."

Well I tried, it wasn't as if I could second away, or fill up my peg. I tried to concentrate on anything but the inevitable. I looked round the elbow room at the faces of the pupil. I tried to centralize on the faces that were getting on with their sketching and looked oblivious to the situation. Every sentence I stared at one of those the great unwashed I'd see a movement out of the corner of my eye that would trouble me. Only about 60 % of the pupil were just getting on with their job. The former 40 % were being affected.

There was one middle-aged adult female who was sketching with one hand whilst her other deal was sliding up and down her consistence. I had to look at soul else because I was sure she was about to grab one of her tits or rub her pussy.

I saw one young man who definitely had a hard-on, and he was licking his lips as well. Another older man was actually rubbing his dick through his trousers.

The inevitable happened and I started to cum. My head was rolling from incline to side and I could hear myself moaning. On top of that ( or should I say below that ), I could feel my succus rushing out of me. I desperately wanted a cock inside me but all I was getting was that damned feather.

No sooner than my first-class honours degree orgasm started to subside than I could feel a s starting. I tried to fight it but I didn't stand a opportunity. It hit me intemperate than the first. Right in the heart of it I looked round the room and saw that one middle-aged adult female was looking all hot and bothered. I wondered what state her knickers ( if she was wearing any ) were in.

When I started to amount down from my high, the teacher came over and told me that it was time for a break. He stopped the metronome, took the feather off and showed it to me. It was saturated. He then asked me if I wanted to be untied for the break. When I told him that I was okay and was used to being restrained in exchangeable military position he said,"Good, it would be a waste of valuable time untying then retying me.

I slowly started to cool down a bit and became very cognizant of the land of my kitty and legs. I could feel my pussycat gaping open and my succus running down my legs. Even my feet felt wet although that may have been sweat.

During the rupture a few of the educatee came and had a secretive look at me. As I looked down on them I could see a mixture of interest and lustfulness on their faces. I could see what looked like painful bulges in the trousers of most of the men. One of the vernal men was stood in front of me for ages. Never once did his eyes look up and meet mine. He was the hold up to go back to his easel and just before he left I could get wind him muttering,"What I could do with that."It wasn't his dick that I wanted inside me, it was Jon's.

After a while the teacher came and put a new plume in the metronome and started it going again. My consistence jumped as the feathering touched my pussy the first time. Before he told the bookman to get on with their sketching, the teacher looked up and asked me if I was all right to continue. I looked down at him and said,"Yes please."

It didn't take long for that familiar smell in my lower belly and pussy to start again and within 4 or 5 min I was cumming again and again and again. I must birth had half a dozen orgasms before I finally passed out.

When I came round I first felt the sweat that I was covered in. straight person after that it was the feather. I had another orgasm before I heard the teacher say,"Okay, that's enough."

I was just hanging there for ages before the teacher lifter my legs onto the Christian Bible and then untied me. As he untied my close wrist I started to crash and he had to put his arm turn me to stop me from falling. To be comely to the teacher he aimed at putting his arm round my waist. Because I was covered in sudor I kept slipping down and he only managed to hold back me from falling when his arm had slipped up to my armpit. By that clock time his had was holding my unexpended tit. He held me like that until I was standing on the soil. He lowered me onto a chair and said,"You stay there while the pupil finish off."

I was knackered ; it took me about 5 minute to feel able to stand up. When I did I slowly walked round the room. I wanted to see the sketches. Some were quite honest, some not. A couple of them were quite interesting. They showed little drop curtain of liquid state in mid air below my puss. I guess that I'd been squirting when I'd had my orgasms.

Shortly after that the instructor ended the lesson and the pupil left. The instructor spent ages looking at all the survey while I just sat there trying to find some push. Eventually the teacher got up and thanked me for posing for the class. He said something about there not being many opportunities for creative person to charm unfeigned human emotions. All I could guess of to saw was,"The pleasure was all mine,"which it was. I know that I'm now a fully-fledged show-off and it really had been a delight. It's one thing letting multitude see me naked, but it's something else letting them see me having multiple orgasms. It was a really turn-on.

The teacher then said that he really had to mesh the room and leave. I told him that I'd go and have a shower before going dwelling. All that sweating had left me feeling quite foul. I picked-up my dress and skid and wandered out into the corridor. There was no one out there, it was getting late and I guess that virtually people had gone home.

Just down the corridor are the girl's toilets. Through a door at the back are the little girl's changing rooms and showers. I dropped my garb and shoes in the nook and went into the showers. It felt good. I stayed soaking for ages and not thinking about anything other than the joy that I'd just had. The adjacent thing that I knew was that there was a man staring at me. I saw him out of the niche of my eye. He didn't say anything, and I didn't react to his front. I just kept soaking up the warm up water supply.

After a few arcsecond with neither of us doing anything, the front of a man watching me defenseless in the shower started to get me going again. I felt my nipple get hard and my slit ache. That ache had to be relieved so my correctly helping hand slowly worked its way down to my clitoris. As my right helping hand got busy I still pretended that I hadn't seen him. It didn't take long for me to cum again, but as I did my head went up and I could no longer venture that I hadn't seen him.

He realised that I was looking at him and he went vivid red and started to evidence me that he was the caretaker. He'd heard the water supply running and come to look into. He said that he thought that everyone had gone domicile and that individual had left a shower running. The poor man was quite embarrassed.

I turned the shower off, then told him that I'd been in the Art class and needed a exhibitor before going home. I didn't make any attack to embrace myself as I asked him if he'd got a towel that I could take over. He said that he hadn't, but that there might be one in one of the lockers in the changing room. I asked him if he could look for me and I followed him out into the changing elbow room.

He must own looked in just about all the lockers before turning towards me and saying,"Nothing, but I've got one in my workshop, I'll go and get it."He turned and walked out.

I couldn't see a lot point in hanging around waiting so I picked up my dress and shoes and followed him. It was only when he had to open a door that he realised that I was behind him. He started telling me that I shouldn't be walking around the school naked but I interrupted him and told him I didn't think that it would matter as we were the only I there. He didn't say anything and kept walking.

We got to an outdoors door and as he opened it he turned to me. As he looked me up and down he said that I'd better wait there as someone might see me outside. I just said that I didn't mind and kept following him.

Fortunately, or unfortunately, there was no one around and we walked across a yard and into a little workshop. He opened a cupboard and got out a towel and gave it to me. By that time I was just about dry ( apart from my whisker ) and I just rubbed my hair. As I was doing this I could see the caretaker staring at me. I took my time so that he could have a good look. Eventually I stopped, gave him the towel back and thanked him.

We both stood there staring at each early for what seemed like an eternity, but was probably only a few seconds. In the end I broke the quiet and said,"The minor don't cum in here then."He just said,"What ?"I pointed to the calendar on the paries. It has a big picture of a naked woman with her wooden leg open a bit. I could just see the plica of her hairy twat lips.

"Yes, err No"he said. The man was obviously nervous about being alone with a naked fair sex so I said,"Sorry, but I don't come upto her standards."That seemed to settle him a bit because he said,"You're more beautiful than her, I don't really like big tits, and you shave down there. Besides, you're here in the frame, she isn't."

We got talking a bit and I told him what I was doing at the school. After a seconds thought he nervously asked me if I'd mannerism for him. It was getting a bit recently and Jon would be wondering where I was, but I said,"Okay, but just for a few transactions, my husband will be waiting for me."With that he was off saying,"back in two minutes."

While he was gone I had a look round of drinks. In one haul I found some old Fiesta mag. I remembered Jon telling me about some of the letter of the alphabet that he'd read in them.

The caretaker came back out of breath ; he said that he thought I might have gone or that he'd uncovering that he was dreaming and that I wasn't real. I smiled at him and said,"I'm real all right. Now how do you require me to impersonate ?"I was a bit surprised when he said,"With your legs wide open."

We spent the succeeding 10 minute of arc with him taking photographs of me from all angles. He took some real close-ups of my puss and I have to admit that I was getting turned-on. My snatch was real damp.

Eventually he ran out of film and thanked me. I told him that it had been my pleasure but I really had to go. As I was putting my skid and attire on he thanked me again, and said,"See you around."As I walked out he said,"No underwear ?"“ Don't believe it in."I shouted back. What a nice man.

Anyway, that's all about my fun as a ‘ mature'schoolgirl and mannequin. 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.

dear

Vanessa