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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 boring existence in a little townsfolk in North Wales and went to work as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East midland of England. It was a brave decision to make as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advert in a BDSM magazine that someone 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 olive drab and oil production. Even the consultation for the job was unlikely, but I was so desperate to change 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 write a journal of my new aliveness, and he has since created a web web site that it is published on.

If you care to read my diary you will pick up that my relationship with Jon is rather dissimilar to that of about employee and employer, but I have easily come to gain that I have a life that just could not be more satisfying or pleasurable. I love my life and all the small adventures that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a small bit of hair that grows on my legs, I have no body hair below my neck opening. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with humble ( ish ), pert breasts that have lowly aura and giant mammilla. When they're concentrated Jon says they're like chapel service hat tholepin. I have a nice firm, flavorless belly with a pubic bone that does bond out a bit. In my snatch lips I have 2 piddling gold rings that Jon put in me. My clitoris is very prominent and is usually sticking out between my brim. It's about an inch long with a niggling orotund head. Jon sometimes calls it my minuscule dick. I don't own any bras, bloomers, pant, leggings or boxers ; and 90 % of my chick and wearing apparel can be described as mini or micro. I used to be a very shy girl, but I've now gone completely the former way, and get a bang-up thrill from letting former people see my body.

I hope that's enough to fill the people who asked. If it isn't, perhaps they would care 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 interesting experiences that we have had since then.

Both Jon and I have been scouring the net looking for ideas for piffling adventures or incidents that we could construct to throw some fun. We've found one or two stories that appear to be slightly rewritten copies of some of the text edition in my Journal, and one or two that are very like to some of the adventures that we've had and that I've written about in my Journal. At first-class honours degree I was a bit annoyed about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that someone thought our adventures were practiced enough to re-create. I've started thinking that way as well.

The lost Bet

One Sun survive 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 sensation 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 well-chosen when he told me that I had lost and told me that as the sacrifice, I would have to do something exceptional for him. Nothing really different 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 forfeit. Whenever I asked him he said that there was a lot of organising to do.

Eventually, one Friday good afternoon Vicky and Bridie arrived at our mansion at 8 o'clock. We all piled into Jon's car and he drove us to somewhere in West Yorkshire. It was a rugby clubhouse, but I've no idea where. We 3 lady friend were to provide waitress religious service for the drinks whilst a comedian did his display. We were the only when woman there. The comedian was material down-to-earth and quite disgusting really. Quite funny as well. Oh, we had to wear just ultra-short bird and horseshoe - nothing else.

I'm sure that Vicky and Bridie got groped as a lot as I did ; by the meter the show ended I was soaking.

As the comedian was coming to the end of his show he asked me to go to a elbow room at the side of the degree. Jon was waiting for me and he gave me a schoolgirl's uniform ( accomplished with bra and ugly schoolgirl knickers ) to put on, and then a gang of butt to put down my blouse. He then told me that we were going to return a show similar to the one that we'd put on in the sneak a few years ago.

Jon put on one of those instructor'two-dimensional hat things and a night-robe, and we went out. On the stage Jon pretended to be the teacher who had stopped a young woman 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 look for me.

He told me to take my blouse off. I did, tucking the cigarettes into the band of my skirt as I did so. Next it was the bra, then the skirt. Finally it was the navy blue devil breeches. As they came off the cigarettes 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 back end facing the consultation. Jon gave me 5 stroke in flying succession. As always, after each one I thanked him.

I then had to spread my pegleg as all-embracing as I could, giving the audience an even adept scene of my dripping pussycat. As I did so I saw Vicky and Bridie through my open stage, each of them was sitting on a man's knee joint with the man 's hand on their bald pussies.

Jon then gave me 10 more accident 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 adjacent and last 5. I needed to put one hand down on the flooring to stop myself falling over. I was still shaking when Jon told me to resist up and front the audience. As I calmed down I could discover all kind of gossip from the crowd.

Next Jon asked if it was anyone's birthday. When he got no reply he asked if it was a tell on night. The unit crowd pointed at one untried man and called out the figure Martin. Jon then asked Bridie and Vicky to work Martin up onto the stage.

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

Jon then asked the audience if Steve Martin should help to punish the gamey schoolgirl. Guess what everyone said ?

I then had to flex over again while Dino Paul Crocetti first stuck a couple of finger in my pussy, and then hit my backside with the cane. He wasn't very good at co-ordinating his effort so Jon told him to lie down on the floor. When he was down, Jon told Vicky and shuttlecock to reave him. Vicky and Bridie were on him in a flash, and got his dress off, even though he was struggling a bit. He had a articulated lorry that he was trying to cover-up. Pointing at Martin's semi, Jon told Vicky and Bridie to do something about that. While Vicky and Bride played with and sucked Martin's pecker, Jon told me to hunker down on Martins face.

Poor Martin, he was in heaven and underworld. After a span of hour, Jon got a condom out of his pocket 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 spike myself on Martin's dick.

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

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

It wasn't prospicient before I could sense Martin cum so I went down as toilsome as I could and then lay back. As his dick went indulgent I could feel 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 room then total 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 knee and larrup me, they could, but for no longer than 20 seconds each. He asked everyone to play fairly so that everyone who wanted to could have a go.

I looked round and there must have been 50 or 60 men in there. I was a bit scare, but I knew that Jon would make sure that I was okay.

I looked at Jon then went over to the corner of the room and asked the young man if he wanted to paddle me.

In the next 30 or 40 instant my backside got crimson and redder and more painful. My cunt got more and sorer as it got finger fucked by about 50 young men. My mammilla got twisted, pulled and pinched until they were very tender. I even got a duad of finger's breadth pushed into my backside.

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

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

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

The fun was over and with Jon thanking everyone for helping to penalise me we all went to the changing room and into the shower bath. The four of us in the big shower area. 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 water soothing my painful backside.

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

On the way home base 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 receive to have a few more wager with Jon.

Love,

V