Introduction

Hi, my name is Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound form with blondish tomentum. In 1998 I quit my irksome universe in a piffling town in North Wales and went to act upon as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East Midland of England. It was a dauntless decision to make as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advert in a BDSM mag that mortal had left in the hairdressers where I worked. I didn't really know what I was letting myself in for, but I really did need to do something because my life was so drab and boring. Even the interview for the job was unbelievable, but I was so dire to change my life sentence 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 compose a diary of my new life, and he has since created a web site that it is published on.

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

Apart from a footling bit of pilus that grows on my branch, I have no trunk hairsbreadth below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with little ( ish ), impertinent boob that have modest aura and heavyweight tit. When they're hard Jon says they're like chapel hat pegs. I have a nice house, bland stomach with a pubic bone that does stand by out a bit. In my cunt lips I have 2 short atomic number 79 rings that Jon put in me. My button is very prominent and is usually sticking out between my lip. It's about an in long with a short round forefront. Jon sometimes calls it my piddling tool. I don't own any brassiere, knickers, trousers, leggings or short pants ; and 90 % of my skirts and garb 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 large flush from letting other hoi polloi see my body.

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

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

Both Jon and I have been scouring the Internet looking for approximation for petty escapade or incidents that we could manufacture to ingest some fun. We've found one or two stories that appear to be slightly rewritten copies of some of the text in my daybook, 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 start I was a bit annoyed about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that soul thought our adventures were respectable enough to imitate. I've started thinking that way as well.

The Lost Bet

One Sunday lowest summertime Jon was watching a F1 Grand Prix. Trying to show some interest I asked Jon who was winning. His reply didn't make much horse sense to me, but just for a bit of a gag I said,"I bet the red car wins."Jon took me up on the bet, which I eventually lost. Jon was happy when he told me that I had lost and told me that as the forfeit, I would experience to do something special for him. Nothing really unlike there, as I always do what Jon tells me, whatever he asks.

Jon kept me waiting for about a month before I had to pay my sacrifice. Whenever I asked him he said that there was a lot of organising to do.

Eventually, one Friday afternoon Vicky and Bridie arrived at our home at 8 o'clock. We all piled into Jon's car and he drove us to somewhere in Benjamin West Yorkshire. It was a rugby clubhouse, but I've no idea where. We 3 girl were to ply waitress inspection and repair for the potable whilst a comedian did his show. We were the only if women there. The comedian was real down-to-earth and quite disgusting really. Quite funny as well. Oh, we had to wear just ultra-short skirts and place - aught else.

I'm sure that Vicky and Bridie got groped as a great deal as I did ; by the fourth dimension the show ended I was soaking.

As the comic was coming to the end of his appearance he asked me to go to a room at the incline of the stage. Jon was waiting for me and he gave me a schoolgirl's uniform ( stark with bra and horrible schoolgirl knickers ) to put on, and then a pack of cigarettes to put down my blouse. He then told me that we were going to give a appearance similar to the one that we'd put on in the Canaries a few year ago.

Jon put on one of those teacher'monotone hat matter and a gown, and we went out. On the point Jon pretended to be the instructor who had stopped a girl who he suspected had some cigarettes. He asked me for them and I said I didn't have any. He said that he didn't believe me and that he'd have to search me.

He told me to train my blouse off. I did, tucking the cigarettes into the band of my doll as I did so. Next it was the bra, then the skirt. Finally it was the Navy blue knee pants. As they came off the coffin nail fell onto the floor.

Jon then told me that schoolgirls who smoked and lied got punished. A cane then appeared and I had to bend over, with my backside facing the audience. Jon gave me 5 chance event in quick succession. As always, after each one I thanked him.

I then had to propagate my legs as wide as I could, giving the hearing an even better prospect of my dripping snatch. As I did so I saw Vicky and Bridie through my afford legs, each of them was sitting on a man's knee with the man 's deal on their bald pussies.

Jon then gave me 10 more slash harder than before. Some of them were getting just one cheek as the end of the cane whipped round onto my pussy.

I came during the next and last 5. I needed to put one hand down on the floor to hold back myself falling over. I was still shaking when Jon told me to tolerate up and face the audience. As I calmed down I could hear all sorts of comment from the crowd.

Next Jon asked if it was anyone's birthday. When he got no reply he asked if it was a snitch nighttime. The whole crowd pointed at one young man and called out the name Martin. Jon then asked Bridie and Vicky to institute Mary Martin up onto the stage.

poor Martin, he was so hinder, even though he was a bit drunk.

Jon then asked the consultation if Martin should help to penalize the spicy schoolgirl. Guess what everyone said ?

I then had to deflect over again while martin first stuck a twain of finger's breadth in my pussy, and then hit my stern with the cane. He wasn't very good at co-ordinating his movements so Jon told him to lie down on the story. When he was down, Jon told Vicky and shuttlecock to strip him. Vicky and Bridie were on him in a twinkling, and got his apparel off, even though he was struggling a bit. He had a tractor trailer that he was trying to cover-up. Pointing at Dino Paul Crocetti's semi, Jon told Vicky and Bridie to do something about that. While Vicky and St. Bride played with and sucked St. Martin's pecker, Jon told me to hunker down down on Martins face.

poor Martin, he was in nirvana and Hell. After a twain of arcminute, Jon got a condom out of his sack and gave it to Bridie. She didn't need telling what to do. When it was on Vicky and Bridie stood up and Jon told me to impale myself on St. Martin's dick.

That was the maiden time that Jon has told me to fuck another man. I was a bit surprise at start, and as I was standing up I looked at Jon who gave a niggling nod.

I lowered myself down and then started going up and down on my knee. While I was doing this Jon told Vicky and Bridie to do a 69 with each other. They didn't need to be told twice.

It wasn't long before I could finger Martin cum so I went down as heavy as I could and then lay back. As his peter went soft I could sense it sliding out of me.

When Steve Martin finally flopped right out, Jon told me to get Martin's clothes, take him into the changing elbow room then number back.

When I got back, Vicky and Bridie were still at each other.

I thought that the show would have been over then, but Jon had one More thing that I had to do. He told the audience that I would be walking round the room, and if anyone wanted to put me over their stifle and spank me, they could, but for no longer than 20 seconds each. He asked everyone to dally fairly so that everyone who wanted to could have a go.

I looked bout and there must hold been 50 or 60 men in there. I was a bit frighten off, but I knew that Jon would gain sure as shooting that I was okay.

I looked at Jon then went over to the street corner of the room and asked the Lester Willis Young man if he wanted to spank me.

In the side by side 30 or 40 minutes my backside got blood-red and ruddy and more irritating. My pussycat got more and sorer as it got finger fucked by about 50 young men. My nipples got perverted, pulled and pinched until they were very tender. I even got a mates of fingers pushed into my backside.

After about the 15th knee it all got to be a bit of a sexual high haze. I came 2 or 3 sentence and the men had to lift me from articulatio genus to knee. I remember slipping out of the hands and falling onto the floor once. It wasn't the men's fault ; I was covered in sweat and pussy juice.

To be fair to the men, not one of them tried to take advantage of me, they all ( I think ) took no more than the 20 secondment that Jon had told them.

When I finally got back to where I started I was absolutely shattered, I could hardly suffer up. Vicky and Bridie had to maintain me up.

The fun was over and with Jon thanking everyone for helping to punish me we all went to the changing elbow room and into the rain shower. The four of us in the big shower field. Jon had missed out on having the fun so Vicky and Bridie were taking care of his hard-on while I just stood under the ardent body of water soothing my painful backside.

I was just starting to feel something like normal when Dean Martin came in with a tray of beverage. Jon invited him to join us but he declined.

On the way home Bridie and Vicky both told me that they'd been very uneasy before it all started, but that had all disappeared once they'd had the odd finger or two in their pussies.

Altogether, a most unexpected by pleasurable sacrifice. I think I will have to have a few Sir Thomas More stake with Jon.

Love,

V