Introduction

Hi, my name is Vanessa. I was born in Dec 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound figure with blondish hair. In 1998 I quit my boring existence in a slight town in due north welt and went to work as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East Midlands of England. It was a brave decision to make as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advert in a BDSM magazine that someone had left in the hairdressers where I worked. I didn't really recognise what I was letting myself in for, but I really did need to do something because my life was so drab and drilling. Even the interview for the job was unlikely, but I was so desperate to commute 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 indite a daybook of my new life, and he has since created a web website that it is published on.

HTTP : //www.asstr.org/~Vanessa/

If you care to read my Journal you will divulge that my relationship with Jon is rather unlike to that of near employee and employer, but I have easily come to actualize that I have a spirit 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 little bit of hair that grows on my ramification, I have no torso hair below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with minor ( ish ), pert breast that have small gloriole and giant nipples. When they're firmly Jon says they're like chapel hat leg. I have a prissy business firm, flat tum with a pubic bone that does adhere out a bit. In my purulent lips I have 2 slight Au rings that Jon put in me. My clit is very large and is usually sticking out between my lip. It's about an inch long with a little rung caput. Jon sometimes calls it my little dick. I don't own any bandeau, knickers, pant, leggings or shorts ; and 90 % of my chick and dresses can be described as mini or micro. I used to be a very shy little girl, but I've now gone completely the former way, and get a great bang from letting other citizenry see my body.

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

vanessaevans69 @ hotmail.com

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

Both Jon and I have been scouring the Internet looking for theme for slight escapade or incidents that we could manufacture to have some fun. We've found one or two write up that appear to be slightly rewritten transcript of some of the text in my Journal, and one or two that are very similar to some of the adventures that we've had and that I've written about in my Journal. At first I was a bit annoy about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that person thought our adventures were expert enough to copy. I've started thinking that way as well.

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

Going to Night schoolhouse

If you've translate my diary you will experience that I'm not a very big person ( well, the features that you can see when I've got some dress on ) and that my face is quite young looking. Just before Christmas 2000 I'd lost my part-time job as a hairstylist when the edifice that the salon was in trance fire. Just after Xmas 2000 Jon decided that I would go back to schooltime. At first I was a bit horrified that he wanted me to expend days sitting through boring deterrent example, but after a couple of minutes of explanation I started looking forward to it.

Jon took me to a comp schooling at the other incline of town and I signed-up for information processing system Literacy course. 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 pupil sketching a bunch of flush that was on a desk in the middle of the room I got a little concern and excited. I tried to secernate Jon that I was a hopeless artist, but he wouldn't listen to me.

A pair of minutes later the instructor came into the classroom and over to us. Jon asked if he was still looking for a life poser. At initiatory I didn't sprig but as the instructor looked me up and down I realised that Jon wanted me to bewilder for the course of study. I got all excited cerebration 'wow, decriminalise flashing ’. Without even talking to me Jon and the teacher agreed that I'd mannerism for the class on each Monday evening for the next 4 weeks.

This is what happened at the classes - well the matter to bits.

Computer Class

I was just starting to put some apparel on to go to my low gear evening class when Jon told me to outwear a blouse and skirt. The blouse he told me to wear was quite sloppy and he told me not to fasten the top 3 button. This meant that the highest push that was fastened was right in the middle of my boobs. 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 lean forward a slight for there to be a gaping golf hole for him to see in when he stood next to me.

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

When I got there and found the right classroom, 4 other people were already sat in front of PCs talking to each former. As I walked in they all smiled at me and 2 said,"Hi."When I took my coating off one of the quondam men's eyes opened full when he saw my micro skirt. I smiled at him and asked if I could sit at any of the desks. After a slight interruption he said ‘ yes'so I chose a desk on the side of meat of an aisle so that the instructor would be stood to my left field. I sat not too close to the desk so that I had to lean forward a bit. Sat like that also meant that a lot of my thigh would be showing and perhaps a bit of my bald pubic region too, especially as I never cross my legs.

Another 5 or 6 citizenry came in and then the teacher. He was a bald, middle-aged man, married man ; well he was wearing a marriage ceremony ring. After the presentation 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 spot of a PC. I pretended that I had never used a PC before and that I couldn't find the clitoris that he was telling us to click on. After he tried to distinguish where I should be looking and me saying that I couldn't see it, he finally came over to show me.

Poor man, he just about stopped dead in his tracks when he saw my bird 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 figurehead, he turned and looked back to me for a second before continuing with his lesson.

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

This happened another couple of times and then just before the end of the lesson I needed his help again. This time he came and stood in front of my desk and leaned over my PC monitor to show me where something was. As he leaned forward I could see that his center were looking straight up my skirt.

The irregular lesson.

When I arrived the next week I was a little late and there was only one PC free. That was in the middle of the front row. I'd just got myself organised when the teacher came in. It wasn't the like man. The new man ( shaft Dr. Johnson ) is about my age and looks a bit of a geek.

After he'd introduced himself he told us that the previous instructor was unwell and that he would be taking over the class. When we did the round introducing ourselves, the instructor stared at me for quite a spell before moving on to the next somebody. That made me a bit uncomfortable, but not enough for me to think about the fun I could have. As the others were introducing themselves I was thinking about my supporter Debbie and the fun that she used to have at school.

This instructor tends to go off the subject a bit and hare on about things that don't seem relevant to what we're doing. It was during about his one-third trip into technophobic whatever that I decided to try to bring in him back to Earth. Up until then I'd been sat with my knee tightly together and been concentrating on the lesson, but I was getting bored listening to irrelevant gobbledegook so I let my articulatio genus part.

Peter was walking back and forth across the presence of the elbow room and so deep into his footling taradiddle that it took geezerhood for him actualise what he was missing. He kept looking down at the level, but never towards me. Eventually he did seem over towards me. He stooped mid sentence, went undimmed red, and then carried on talking. He stared at my legs, and up my skirt, for a few seconds then looked me in the eye. I just smiled at him.

The poor man just seemed to recede it from that point in the object lesson. He kept sneaking glances at my legs and cunt, but he looked as if he was a naughty schoolboy doing something that he shouldn't. Even though he went to help oneself former educatee with problems, he wouldn't come near me. Each prison term I asked him a head he stayed at the front line and explained in expectant detail what I should be doing.

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

The third gear lesson.

I'd enjoyed my little game with the ‘ new'teacher the previous week and wanted to continue it so I arrived too soon to make up sure that I got the Sami PC. I was a short surprised to find that not only was the teacher already there, but that he'd put a chair in the middle of the front of the form. I was looking at it when shaft said ‘ effective even ’, and explained that he'd had an stroke and suffer a leg. He was going to use the president so that he didn't have as far to walk.

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

The rest of the student arrived and the class got started. Yes, some ( most ) of the men were ogling my ultra short skirt and low cut, lose top, and some of the women were giving me dirty looks ; but I'm used to that. My but involvement that dark were learning a bit more about PCs, and having some fun with the teacher.

putz explained the chair to everyone and was limping about. After about 10 proceedings he sat on the chairperson 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 knees had been closed up until then, but as soon as I saw him looking they opened. Not a lot at first, but as he kept looking, my knee joint kept opening until they were about a foot apart.

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

somebody at the back asked him another interrogative sentence and he had to go and point them something. As he got up and walked passed me I couldn't assist noticing that not only wasn't he limping, he didn't have a limp tool either, and there was quite a excrescence in the front tight of his denim. It looked quite painful.

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

I wanted to see how far I could go before he got embarrassed again. I shuffled my electric chair right under the desk. If I'd had a longer skirt on it would have risen up. As it was my stripped backside was on the wooden electric chair. I let my leave alone hand drop onto my leg whenever it wasn't needed on the keyboard. Every so often I'd reach down and pull one of my anchor ring or flick my clit.

The first prison term I did it pecker did a double take. The second time his head moved down towards me a bit.

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

putz was mesmerised and missed a couple of questions. One of the old men had to repeat himself gimcrack, to get shaft to snap out of his trance.

The lesson went on in a similar way and I was finding it difficult trying to type with my redress hand whilst playing with my clit with my remaining hand. It's not the actual typing ; it's concentrating enough to know 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 man of the teacher so when Peter said that there was just one Sir Thomas More little thing to do before we all went dwelling, I went for it.

Just after Peter had finished telling everyone what he wanted them to do, I came. I shut my eye, squeezed my lip brim shut, and went over the bound. Somehow I managed to keep quiet down and I don't think that anyone realised what was happening - other than Saint Peter. When I opened my eyes and looked at him his eyes 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 object lesson Peter asked me to contain back for a bit. As I waited for everyone else to will 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 hubby was waiting outside for me.

The following couple of workweek were very similar to the tertiary week. tool kept sitting on the president in front of me, but his walk limp had gone. I kept teasing him.

If anything different happens Jon has told me to publish about it.

Art Class

Week 1

I was very nervous as I drove to the college. other that good afternoon I spent long time trying to settle what I should wear. In the end I came to my weed and remembered that no one was interested in what I was wearing going to the class. I put on a simple cotton mini wearing apparel and shoes.

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

When I walked in the classroom everyone stopped talking and looked at me. After a meaning suspension 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 aught to be nervous about, and asked me if I wanted a cup of coffee.

I told him that I was okay, that coffee 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 round. There were about 20 the great unwashed in there. Men and womanhood of all ages from about 18 to 80. Some of them smiled at me and said hello while others just kept quiet.

The teacher then told me to go behind the filmdom in the corner, 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, okay !"when I told him that I didn't have a robe.

When you've only got a attire and shoes to take off it doesn't take long 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 Pres Young man about 20. He didn't look as if he was only there for the art. His look brought that familiar prickling and damp to my pussy.

"That was quick"he said and pointed to a big tabular array in the centre of the room. He asked me to climb on and then he told me how to do the pose. I had to sit on the board with one leg bent at the knee and the early straight out. He told me to keep on my knee joint nearly together, but I let them wander to about 6 column inch apart. One deal was on the table behind me, whilst the former was on my thigh. I had to look up into the top street corner of the room.

Once the instructor was happy with my pose he called all the pupil over and started telling and showing then which parts of my body he wanted them to concentrate on. One theatrical role was my breasts. As he said that my nipples went even hard 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 succus leaking out of my pussy. One woman whispered to another next to her, but she wasn't quiet enough. I think that most of the people in there learn her say,"I've never seen a woman with rings down there before."

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

It was severely keeping still all that meter, but at the Saami time I was enjoying it.

After what seemed like an timeless existence the teacher came to the front and told me to have a 10 arcminute break. I was grateful for that and climbed down off the mesa. The teacher said that normally the models put their robes on for the jailbreak, and offered me his jacket. I thanked him and told him that I was all right as I was.

Most of the students kept drawing but the young man came up to me and started chatting. As he was talking his center were everywhere but my eyes. 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 drawing were getting on. I excused myself and wandered round looking at the unlike draftsmanship of me.

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

It was fishy the way some of the students just totally ignored me and got on with their workplace. I guess that they were the unplayful artists.

Some of the men and a twosome of the younger adult female chatted to me as I walked bout. Some were staring at me and I didn't know if it was for the benefit of their drawing or because I was naked in amongst them.

Being naked in amongst those hoi polloi gave me mixed flavor. The grievous artist did absolutely null for me and I felt totally at light with them. It was similar to being at the naturist swims and on a naturist beach. The people that I wasn't sure about made me feel a picayune excited. The more than that I thought person was looking at me in a sexual manor, the more excited I got.

When I got to round off to where the Danton True Young man that had been chatting me up was, I was getting really excited. That kitty tingle was very strong and I could really experience my juice flowing. As I walked up to him I saw that associate swelling in his trousers. He tried chatting me up again, but I just kept asking him silly motion about his rotten endeavour to draw me. His answers sounded just as dazed as my questions. If anyone was listening they must have thought we were both artistic thickies.

The interruption came to an end and the teacher asked me to get back up on the board. As I was walking towards the table I decided that I'd better go to the toilet before getting stuck in one place again ( I also wanted to make clean up my marshy pussycat before starting again ). I told the teacher and asked him where the dear toilet was. He told me that it was only about 20 yards down the corridor.

I started waking towards the classroom door when the teacher said,"Hadn't you full put some wearing apparel on ?"To be perfectly honest, the thought had crossed my mind but I wanted the chance to walk about the corridor a bit. I was wondering if I might meet and offend someone.

I didn't really give the instructor 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 door and walking up the corridor.

The instructor was right, it was only 20 cubic yard to the toilet and I was in and out and back in the classroom in no time. I was a bit let down that I hadn't seen anyone.

The second 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 untried 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 hold back so still for so long and asked if I was okay to come back the next week. I told him that I'd enjoyed it and would be back.

Week 2

As I walked into the schoolroom there were about the same number of mass who had been there the former workweek. I did notice an redundant couple of youngish people.

The teacher arrived before I had the fortune to do anything or talk to anyone, and immediately brought the class to order. He told the year that I was going to pose in an strange attitude that dark and that he wanted the students to add a little bit of mental imagery to their drawing.

I hadn't a clue what he meant by ‘ unusual 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 trouble are you ?"I was a bit shocked and surprised. Whenever he had spoken to me before he'd given me the impression that he was a perfect valet de chambre. This dominant style took me my surprisal.

"rightfulness,"he said,"go and get your clothes off while I get the roach ready."Another surprise I thought, it sounded as if I wasn't going to have a problem keeping still that nighttime. I turned towards the changing screen and saw that it wasn't there. It was nowhere in the elbow room. I turned back towards the instructor to recite him and to ask where I should get unattired. He was busy opening a bag so after a quick think I though, ‘ what the hell'and walked to the English of the way where there were some chairs. I turned to face the course and saw that about half the students were watching me and the other half were watching the teacher elevator some ropes 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 promontory. The man was smiling back at me as I undid the little piece of Velcro that was holding my skirt up and dropped it to the flooring. I then squatted down with my knee wide apart as I unfastened my sandals and the walked out of them.

My cunt 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 mesa and hold my sleeve out while he tied a rope to each of my wrists. He then threw the Mexican valium over steel anatomy that was holding the roof up and pulled my arms up in the air.

Maybe I need to explain that the school was originally built round about the good turn of the 19th / twentieth century. It has had quite a number of ‘ telephone extension'added, some quite recently. We were in the old part, a single news report building.

The instructor then told me to spread my legs and asked me if he needed to tie them to anything to proceed them apart. I told him that it wasn't essential, as I was comfortable as I was. I wondered if he knew that I spent quite a bit of time hanging my wrist, au naturel and spread-eagle. I looked down at the student and realised that my kitty was at about head stature for near of the students. I got a little wetter as I thought about what some of them might be thinking and knowing that there would be about 20 pairs of eyes staring at my slit for the next hour.

The next 30 or so minute went in no time. I'd been daydreaming and when the teacher unfastened the ropes I suddenly realised that it had been a skillful daydream and that my pussy felt really wet. I needed to go to the pot and clean myself up a bit.

I told the teacher 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 cubicle, had a pee, wiped my pussy dry and was sat there playing with my button when I heard some girls come in. I brought myself to an sexual climax while I listened to them talking about what they were going to do to their boyfriends later that night.

They stopped talking and stared at me as I opened the stall room access and walked to the sinks. As I was washing my hands one of them asked me where my dress where. I just said,"Art class"as if that would explain everything and walked out.

In the corridor a school janitor stopped dead in his course and watched me as I walked passed him. poor people bloke, he looked as if he was about to have a inwardness attack.

Back in the schoolroom I wandered round of drinks looking at different views of my spread-eagle naked dead body. One or two had taken ‘ esthetic licence'and drawn me with extra ropes and belts on. One had actually drawn a dildo sticking out of my twat. The detail that some had gone to while drawing my pussy and little gold anchor ring was just amazing.



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

The instructor asked me if I was okay to proceed and when I said I was he retied my wrists and told me to get back on the table.

The end of the lesson came all too soon. The teacher dismissed the class and left me up there while they were all leaving. It was eldritch saying cheerio to them as the walked passed me having one end smell at my naked twat.

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 love 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 overtime lined-up for me and got another yoke of ropes out of his bag. He tied my right leg to one leg of the mesa and as he was tying my leftfield leg to the other end of the board he told me that he'd arranged for a couple of his mates to hail and take some photographs of me.



For some reason I didn't think that any harm could come to me, only unspoiled, so I wasn't worried. In fact I was excited. I felt another thrill and surge of juices.

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

After about 5 minutes I was untied, the dildo was pulled out and I was told to lie on the board. Needless to say I was spread-eagle again. More photographs were taken and the teacher came and stood beside me and started playing with my twat. I suddenly realised how vulnerable I was and obviously looked frightened because the instructor 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 make me cum either with their workforce or their mouths 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 switch the twinkle off and lock up. poor man got quite a surprisal and said,"Sorry."I got up and put my clothes on as he watched me. As I walked out I said,"Don't be sorry, I'm not."

I didn't William Tell Jon about the photographers.

Week 3

Driving to the school I was wondering what was in store for me. I'd put just a lose fitting cotton wool mini clothes and shoe on, and as I walked into the school the wind was blowing it everywhere.

I was a bit recent, and by the meter I got to the schoolroom everyone was there waiting for me. The teacher came up to me and said that he was getting a bit worried that I might not be there. He then told everyone that I was going to beat in a very submissive pose and that he wanted them to sketch me exactly as they saw me, no supererogatory bits. Concentrate on what they could actually see.

He then told me to get unclothe and onto the tabular array. Again the changing projection 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 sit. What he described was the position that I have to get into when Jon tells me to ‘ usurp the position ’. On my knees with them broad apart. I then have to tilt back as far as I can and support my body with my hands on the floor. I've lost could of the number of clip that I've been in this position, and for how long. If you add it all up it must be day, so another hr wasn't going to make a great deal difference. The difference this prison term was that there would be 20 odd duet of eyes looking at me and my facing pages pussy.

Again the prison term went very quickly as recalled the previous nighttime's seance on the piece of ass automobile 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 rupture I needed the toilet again ; I needed to pee and cum. The teacher didn't pain in the neck to say anything as I walked out of the classroom still naked. I didn't see anyone again and relieved both aches in pacification and quiet.

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

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

The stripling ( son and girl ) were all about 18 and they came out with all the comment that you'd expect in a situation like that. I was in the middle of the corridor and expecting them to get around 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 turn back and stuff the corridor.

They surrounded me and didn't move when I asked them to. Whilst some of them were feeling my tits and pussycat, one of them asked me why I was naked. I told them that I was the model in the Art class. Another said that I shouldn't walking round the school without apparel on because anything could happen to me. When another said that they should teach me a object lesson I started to get a little care. They bundled me back into the fille's pot and discussed what they should do with me. Thankfully, when one of the lads suggested that all the lads should ‘ bed 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 model for a lot Sir Thomas More people.

With one lad holding either of my blazon they ran me all round the school corridors and outside through the car park onto the main road, back into the school grounds and onto the sports field of battle. most of the group were following us.

I suppose that the laddie 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 world and to shock a few citizenry. I knew that if we were caught I could get away with it by saying that the lads 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 input from some of them. There were a few hoi polloi in the car park and a lot more on the independent road. I heard a duet of Sur shrieking as on or two motorists got distracted.

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

I stood there for a minute or so getting my breathing place back the worked out the best way to get back to the Art class. We'd gone in a big circle and the Art classroom wasn't that far away. I only had a couple of classroom windows to pass before could get back into the edifice and then down a short bit of corridor and I'd be there.

As I was walking down the way passed the classroom I looked in to see a duad of people looking out towards me. One man had a big grin on his face.

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

Anyway, it was back into the view and try to relax. About half way through the session I looked round the elbow room a bit and saw that the Loretta Young man who'd tried to chaffer me up was trying to appeal my care. He was at the back of the room and it was dubitable that any of the former educatee could see him unless they turned unit of ammunition. Out middle met for a second and instead of him getting on with his sketch he rubbed the front of his trousers and pretended to wank himself.

At the end of the lesson the teacher asked me to stay as I was while he dismissed the course of study. When they'd all gone he came and stood at the board at my articulatio genus end. In issue, right between my legs. He looked me up and down then said,"No lensman tonight, but I just wanted to recite you that you will really savour next week's class. You'll go home shattered."When I told him that I was looking forward to it he turned, picked up his bag and walked out saying,"Good, see you adjacent hebdomad then."

I put my dress and horseshoe on and went home. When I told Jon about the grouping of teenager he just laughed and told me to be careful.

Week 4

I was a bit tardy getting to the class and everyone was waiting for me. As soon as I walked in the instructor told everyone that he wanted them to try to fascinate the humor that I would soon be in. One of the cleaning lady asked him what mode I would be in. His reply was just two run-in,"Sexual excitement."When he said that I turned and looked at him and I heard one of the young men say,"Nice one teach."

I didn't trouble looking for the changing blind and just whipped my dress up and off. I didn't know what to expect other than that I was going to be sexually excited in front man of 20 plus mass. I was wondering how, looking forward to it and getting a bit soften. My nipples were already rock hard.

When I got up onto the table the teacher tied my wrists to the roof beams the same way he'd done the second time I'd posed. This clip he'd got me to stand 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 open my legs wide of the mark and he tied my ankle joint to the branch of the table. I was tied spread-eagle in mid air, and with no way to move.

At that stop I didn't know if my state of sexual fervor was enough for what the instructor wanted. It wasn't really seeable - apart from my slightly wet pussy and severely mammilla ; and being restrained like that for the next hour wasn't going to tire me out.

What happened next had me puzzled to start off with. The teacher got a niggling tabularize and put it in-between my legs. Next he got a few al-Qur'an and put them on it. On top of that he got something that I hadn't seen for years, a metronome that he must have 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 infer what was going to befall to me I heard the teacher severalize the bookman to rivet on drawing my body first. He told them that it would film a while for my face to get the verbal expression that he wanted them to capture.

It didn't take long. Within a couple of minutes my teat were so heavy that I thought they were going to break open and my kitty-cat was really coming alive. I could feel my juices leaking out of me. Five minutes later I was very close to cumming. I guess that the teacher could narrate that because he said,"Try and hold up it genus Vanessa, the students need to a greater extent time to get your expression down on paper."

well I tried, it wasn't as if I could back up away, or close my peg. I tried to contract on anything but the inevitable. I looked round the elbow room at the faces of the students. I tried to centralise on the faces that were getting on with their sketching and looked oblivious to the situation. Every metre I stared at one of those people I'd see a movement out of the niche of my eye that would unhinge me. Only about 60 % of the students were just getting on with their job. The other 40 % were being affected.

There was one middle-aged cleaning woman who was sketching with one hand whilst her other hand was sliding up and down her body. I had to front at person else because I was sure as shooting she was about to grab one of her mamilla or rub her snatch.

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

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

No Sooner than my first base orgasm started to subside than I could feel a second starting. I tried to crusade it but I didn't stand a fortune. It hit me difficult than the showtime. Right in the eye of it I looked round the room and saw that one middle-aged fair sex was looking all hot and bothered. I wondered what state her knickerbockers ( if she was wearing any ) were in.

When I started to fare down from my high, the teacher came over and told me that it was clip 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 hunky-dory and was used to being restrained in similar positions he said,"commodity, it would be a waste of valuable time untying then retying me.

I slowly started to chill down a bit and became very cognisant of the State of my pussy and legs. I could finger my twat gaping exposed and my juices running down my legs. Even my feet felt wet although that may ingest been sweat.

During the severance a few of the scholar came and had a closer feel at me. As I looked down on them I could see a admixture of sake and lust on their faces. I could see what looked like painful prominence in the trousers of near of the men. One of the jr. men was stood in movement of me for historic period. Never once did his eyes look up and suffer mine. He was the last to go back to his easel and just before he left I could hear 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 feather in the metronome and started it going again. My body jumped as the feathering touched my twat the number 1 time. Before he told the students 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 spirit touch in my depress belly and pussy to start again and within 4 or 5 minutes I was cumming again and again and again. I must have had half a dozen orgasms before I finally passed out.

When I came turn I first felt the exertion that I was covered in. Straight after that it was the feather. I had another orgasm before I heard the teacher say,"OK, that's enough."

I was just hanging there for eld before the teacher weightlifter my ramification onto the book of account and then untied me. As he untied my last articulatio radiocarpea I started to flop and he had to put his arm round me to stop me from falling. To be fair to the teacher he aimed at putting his arm cycle my waist. Because I was covered in sweat I kept slipping down and he only managed to keep me from falling when his arm had slipped up to my armpit. By that time his had was holding my depart breast. He held me like that until I was standing on the ground. He lowered me onto a chair and said,"You stay there while the student finish off."

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

Shortly after that the teacher ended the lesson and the students left. The instructor spent ages looking at all the sketches while I just sat there trying to find some energy. Eventually the teacher got up and thanked me for posing for the form. He said something about there not being many opportunity for artists to charm on-key homo emotions. All I could think of to saw was,"The pleasure was all mine,"which it was. I know that I'm now a fully-fledged exhibitionist and it really had been a pleasure. It's one affair letting people see me naked, but it's something else letting them see me having multiple climax. It was a real turn-on.

The instructor then said that he really had to lock up the room and leave. I told him that I'd go and have a shower before going home. All that sweating had left me feeling quite dirty. I picked-up my dress and shoes and wandered out into the corridor. There was no one out there, it was getting recently and I guess that most people had gone home.

Just down the corridor are the girl's toilets. Through a door at the back are the girl's changing suite and showers. I dropped my dress and shoes in the street corner and went into the shower bath. It felt good. I stayed soaking for old age and not thinking about anything other than the pleasure that I'd just had. The future affair 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 presence. I just kept soaking up the warm piss.

After a few seconds with neither of us doing anything, the bearing of a man watching me bare in the shower started to get me going again. I felt my nipples get hard and my purulent ache. That ache had to be relieved so my correct hand slowly worked its way down to my clit. As my right hand hand got in use I still pretended that I hadn't seen him. It didn't take long for me to cum again, but as I did my pass went up and I could no longer affect that I hadn't seen him.

He realised that I was looking at him and he went bright red and started to differentiate me that he was the caretaker. He'd heard the body of water running and come to look into. He said that he thought that everyone had gone home and that someone 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 course of instruction and needed a shower before going dwelling. I didn't make any try to cover myself as I asked him if he'd got a towel that I could adopt. He said that he hadn't, but that there might be one in one of the locker in the changing elbow room. I asked him if he could take care for me and I followed him out into the changing room.

He must have looked in just about all the locker before turning towards me and saying,"aught, but I've got one in my shop, I'll go and get it."He turned and walked out.

I couldn't see much decimal point in hanging around waiting so I picked up my wearing apparel and horseshoe and followed him. It was only when he had to open a doorway that he realised that I was behind him. He started telling me that I shouldn't be walking around the schooling naked but I interrupted him and told him I didn't think that it would matter as we were the only when 1 there. He didn't say anything and kept walking.

We got to an outside 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 creative thinker 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 hairsbreadth ) and I just rubbed my tomentum. As I was doing this I could see the caretaker staring at me. I took my time so that he could accept a in effect look. Eventually I stopped, gave him the towel back and thanked him.

We both stood there staring at each other for what seemed like an eternity, but was probably only a few seconds. In the end I broke the secrecy and said,"The kids don't come in here then."He just said,"What ?"I pointed to the calendar on the bulwark. It has a big picture of a au naturel char with her legs open a bit. I could just see the congregation of her hairy puss sass.

"Yes, err No"he said. The man was obviously skittish about being alone with a naked woman 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 ilk big knocker, and you shave down there. Besides, you're here in the bod, she isn't."

We got talking a bit and I told him what I was doing at the school. After a arcsecond thought he nervously asked me if I'd pose for him. It was getting a bit late and Jon would be wondering where I was, but I said,"okey, but just for a few minutes, my married man will be waiting for me."With that he was off saying,"spinal column in two minutes."

While he was gone I had a look rhythm. In one draw I found some old Fiesta magazines. I remembered Jon telling me about some of the letters 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 breakthrough that he was dreaming and that I wasn't literal. I smiled at him and said,"I'm real all right. Now how do you want me to stick ?"I was a bit surprised when he said,"With your legs across-the-board open."

We spent the next 10 moment with him taking photographs of me from all angle. He took some real close-ups of my pussy and I have to acknowledge that I was getting turned-on. My kitty was existent damp.

Eventually he ran out of film and thanked me. I told him that it had been my joy but I really had to go. As I was putting my shoes and dress 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 overnice man.

Anyway, that's all about my fun as a ‘ mature'schoolgirl and model. I have early experiences that Jon has told me to document. I'm sure that Jon will get me to publish all of them on my web Page, as and when he's read them and is happy with them.

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Vanessa