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 deadening universe in a little town in North wheal and went to ferment as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East Midland of England. It was a brave decision to progress to as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advertising in a BDSM cartridge clip that someone had left in the hairdresser where I worked. I didn't really bang 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 unconvincing, but I was so desperate to vary 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 pen a Journal of my new life, and he has since created a web web site that it is published on.

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

If you care to take my Journal you will discover that my relationship with Jon is rather unlike to that of to the highest degree employee and employer, but I have easily come to realise that I have a spirit that just could not be more satisfying or pleasurable. I love my lifespan and all the piffling adventures that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a fiddling bit of fuzz that grows on my wooden leg, I have no body hairsbreadth below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with small ( ish ), impertinent chest that have small aureoles and giant mammilla. When they're toilsome Jon says they're like chapel hat pegs. I have a dainty firm, flat stomach with a pubic ivory that does stick out a bit. In my pussy lip I have 2 small gold ring that Jon put in me. My button is very prominent and is usually sticking out between my backtalk. It's about an inch long with a small orotund head. Jon sometimes calls it my little dick. I don't own any bra, drawers, trousers, leggings or trunks ; and 90 % of my skirts and clothes can be described as mini or micro. I used to be a very shy female child, but I've now gone completely the former way, and get a great thrill from letting former people see my body.

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

vanessaevans69 @ hotmail.com

Jon told me to break writing my Journal in the summertime 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 estimate for little adventures or incidents that we could make up to have some fun. We've found one or two narration that appear to be slightly rewritten copy 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 daybook. At for the first time I was a bit annoyed about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that someone thought our risky venture were secure enough to simulate. I've started thinking that way as well.

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

Going to nighttime schooling

If you've read my journal you will know that I'm not a very big someone ( well, the characteristic that you can see when I've got some clothes on ) and that my face is quite young looking. Just before Christmas 2000 I'd lost my half-time job as a hairdresser when the building that the beauty shop was in caught fire. Just after Christmas 2000 Jon decided that I would go back to school. At first I was a bit horrified that he wanted me to expend years sitting through dull lesson, but after a couple of minutes of explanation I started looking forward to it.

Jon took me to a comprehensive schooltime at the other side of townsfolk and I signed-up for computer Literacy course. He said that it was time that I learned a bit more about PCs. The next dark he took me to a college and into an Art course of study. When I saw all the students sketching a bunch of flowers that was on a desk in the heart of the way I got a piffling worried and shake. I tried to tell Jon that I was a hopeless artist, but he wouldn't listen to me.

A couple of moment later the teacher came into the schoolroom and over to us. Jon asked if he was still looking for a life theoretical account. At first I didn't twig but as the teacher looked me up and down I realised that Jon wanted me to puzzle for the class. I got all excited thinking 'wow, legalise flashing ’. Without even talking to me Jon and the instructor agreed that I'd affectedness for the division on each Monday eventide for the next 4 weeks.

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

reckoner Class

I was just starting to put some dress on to go to my first even division when Jon told me to weary a blouse and bird. The blouse he told me to don was quite baggy and he told me not to fasten the top 3 clitoris. This meant that the mellow button that was fastened was right in the center 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 little for there to be a gawk kettle of fish for him to see in when he stood adjacent to me.

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

When I got there and found the decent classroom, 4 other people 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 coat off one of the older men's center opened wide when he saw my micro skirt. I smiled at him and asked if I could sit at any of the desks. After a slight pause he said ‘ yes'so I chose a desk on the position of an gangway so that the teacher would be stood to my left. 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 mass came in and then the teacher. He was a bald, middle-aged man, splice man ; well he was wearing a wedding ceremony ring. After the introductions the instructor got us to swop the PCs on and then told us how to run a program that showed us all about the unlike bits 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 click 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 show me.

poor people man, he just about stopped dead in his data track when he saw my skirt and ramification. 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 2nd before continuing with his lesson.

After about 10 proceedings I couldn't find another push. This prison term the man didn't pain in the neck to account where it was, he came and stood beside me and pointed it out.

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

The second lesson.

When I arrived the adjacent week I was a little tardy 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 same man. The new man ( Peter Johnson ) is about my age and looks a bit of a geek.

After he'd introduced himself he told us that the old teacher was poorly and that he would be taking over the class. When we did the round of drinks introducing ourselves, the teacher stared at me for quite a while before moving on to the next soul. That made me a bit uncomfortable, but not enough for me to think about the fun I could take in. As the others were introducing themselves I was thinking about my friend Debbie and the fun that she used to suffer at school.

This teacher tends to go off the subject a bit and rabbit on about things that don't seem relevant to what we're doing. It was during about his one-third stumble into technophobic whatever that I decided to try to bring him back to earthly concern. Up until then I'd been sat with my knees tightly together and been concentrating on the lesson, but I was getting world-weary listening to irrelevant gobbledegook so I let my human knee office.

Simon Peter was walking back and forth across the presence of the room and so deep into his fiddling story that it took ages for him make 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 bright 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 pitiful man just seemed to lose it from that point in the example. He kept sneaking glance at my pegleg and pussy, but he looked as if he was a naughty schoolboy doing something that he shouldn't. Even though he went to avail other bookman with trouble, he wouldn't come near me. Each prison term I asked him a question he stayed at the forepart and explained in great detail what I should be doing.

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

The one-third lesson.

I'd enjoyed my little game with the ‘ new'teacher the previous week and wanted to continue it so I arrived other to spend a penny sure that I got the same PC. I was a footling surprised to feel that not only was the teacher already there, but that he'd put a hot seat in the middle of the front of the class. I was looking at it when putz said ‘ sound evening ’, and explained that he'd had an stroke and hurt a leg. He was going to use the chair so that he didn't have as far to walk.

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

The relief of the students arrived and the socio-economic class got started. Yes, some ( well-nigh ) of the men were ogling my extremist short chick and low cut, turn a loss top, and some of the cleaning lady were giving me dirty facial expression ; but I'm used to that. My lonesome stake that night were learning a bit more about PCs, and having some fun with the teacher.

Peter explained the chair to everyone and was limping about. After about 10 minutes he sat on the chair and kept talking. After a while 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 start, but as he kept looking, my knees kept opening until they were about a foot apart.

I got on with the exercise 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.

person at the rear asked him another question and he had to go and show 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 dick either, and there was quite a bulge in the figurehead tight of his jean. It looked quite painful.

By then I'd realised that he had found his authority and was out to enjoy himself as much as I was. I was as excited as his swelling told me he was and I could find my succus seeping out of me. Just flashing him wasn't enough, especially as he was blatantly staring at my pussy and piddling amber 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 bare backside was on the wooden chairperson. I let my will hand drop onto my leg whenever it wasn't needed on the keyboard. Every so often I'd reach down and force one of my doughnut or flick my clit.

The first fourth dimension I did it Peter did a double take. The second sentence his head moved down towards me a bit.

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

Peter was mesmerised and missed a couple of interrogation. One of the old men had to replicate himself forte, to get Peter to snap out of his trance.

The moral went on in a standardized way and I was finding it difficult trying to typewrite with my right hand whilst playing with my clitoris with my unexpended helping hand. It's not the literal typing ; it's concentrating sufficiency 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 St. Peter the Apostle said that there was just one more little thing to do before we all went family, I went for it.

Just after Peter had finished telling everyone what he wanted them to do, I came. I shut my eyes, squeezed my mouth mouth shut, and went over the edge. Somehow I managed to hold quiet and I don't think that anyone realised what was happening - other than dick. 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 deterrent example putz asked me to break off back for a second. As I waited for everyone else to leave 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 remote for me.

The side by side span of weeks were very similar to the third hebdomad. Peter kept sitting on the chair in front man of me, but his walking limp had gone. I kept teasing him.

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

Art socio-economic class

Week 1

I was very spooky as I drove to the college. Earlier that afternoon I spent ages trying to make up one's mind what I should wear. In the end I came to my senses and remembered that no one was occupy in what I was wearing going to the class. I put on a simple cotton mini dress 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 break 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 goose egg to be flighty 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 consume to go right in the middle of the academic session. He smiled and asked if I was prepare to get started. I said that I was and asked what I had to do.

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

While he was doing that I looked troll. There were about 20 people in there. Men and women 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 screen in the corner, take my clothes off, put my robe on and make out back. He said that he's put me in the airs 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 apparel and shoe to require off it doesn't take recollective and I was back within seconds. As I walked back I looked around and saw a yoke of the men looking at me. One was a young man about 20. He didn't look as if he was only there for the art. His look brought that comrade tingle and dampness to my slit.

"That was quick"he said and pointed to a big table in the midriff of the way. He asked me to climb on and then he told me how to do the affectation. I had to sit on the tabular array with one leg bent at the articulatio genus and the other straight out. He told me to maintain my knees nearly together, but I let them drift to about 6 column inch apart. One hand was on the table behind me, whilst the other was on my thigh. I had to await up into the top niche of the room.

Once the teacher was happy with my affectedness he called all the students over and started telling and showing then which parts of my body he wanted them to condense on. One part was my boob. As he said that my tit went even harder than they already were.

There were 20 people stood all around me looking down on my naked dead body. Some were stood at my metrical foot and I'm sure that they could see my juices leaking out of my kitty-cat. One woman whispered to another future to her, but she wasn't quiet enough. I think that most of the masses in there learn her say,"I've never seen a woman with rings down there before."

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

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

After what seemed like an eternity the teacher came to the front and told me to feature a 10 minute break. I was grateful for that and climbed down off the table. The teacher said that normally the mannikin put their robes on for the break, and offered me his jacket. I thanked him and told him that I was all right as I was.

Most of the pupil kept drawing but the young man came up to me and started chatting. As he was talking his eyes 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 off were getting on. I excused myself and wandered round looking at the dissimilar drawing off of me.

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

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

Some of the men and a dyad of the younger charwoman chatted to me as I walked round. 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 citizenry gave me mixed intuitive feeling. The sober artist did absolutely goose egg for me and I felt totally at loose with them. It was exchangeable to being at the naturist swim and on a naturist beach. The people that I wasn't sure about made me finger a little excited. The Sir Thomas More that I thought mortal was looking at me in a sexual manor house, the more excited I got.

When I got to round to where the young man that had been chatting me up was, I was getting really excited. That pussy tingling was very strong and I could really find my juices flowing. As I walked up to him I saw that familiar spirit bulge in his trouser. He tried chatting me up again, but I just kept asking him sappy doubtfulness about his lousy attempt to soak up me. His answers sounded just as pudding head as my enquiry. If anyone was listening they must cause thought we were both artistic thickies.

The break came to an end and the teacher asked me to get back up on the tabular array. As I was walking towards the tabular array I decided that I'd better go to the toilet before getting stuck in one positioning again ( I also wanted to strip up my soggy pussy before starting again ). I told the teacher and asked him where the nearest lavatory was. He told me that it was only about 20 M down the corridor.

I started waking towards the classroom door when the teacher said,"Hadn't you dependable put some apparel on ?"To be perfectly true, the persuasion had crossed my mind but I wanted the chance to walk about the corridor a bit. I was wondering if I might play and take aback someone.

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

The teacher was right, it was only 20 1000 to the can 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 sec 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 filmdom the untried man was waiting for me and asked me if I'd like to go for a boozing with him. Fortunately I didn't get opportunity to answer him because the teacher interrupted and told him to go home.

He then told me that I'd done well to keep so still for so long and asked if I was okay to make out back the adjacent 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 Saame number of people who had been there the former workweek. I did notice an special duad of youngish people.

The teacher arrived before I had the chance to do anything or talk to anyone, and immediately brought the class to decree. He told the class that I was going to pose in an unusual posture that nighttime 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 ‘ 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 surprise. Whenever he had spoken to me before he'd given me the belief that he was a perfect man. This dominant style took me my surprise.

"right wing,"he said,"go and get your clothes off while I get the forget me drug ready."Another surprise I thought, it sounded as if I wasn't going to induce a problem keeping still that Night. I turned towards the changing CRT 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 agile think I though, ‘ what the hell'and walked to the side of the room where there were some chairs. I turned to face the course of instruction and saw that about half the students were watching me and the early half were watching the teacher lift 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 head. The man was smiling back at me as I undid the little piece of Velcro that was holding my annulus up and dropped it to the floor. I then squatted down with my knees widely apart as I unfastened my sandals and the walked out of them.

My pussycat was starting to prickle and get wet.

When I got back to the teacher he told me that he wanted me to climb on the table and hold my arms out while he tied a rope to each of my wrist. He then threw the rope over steel frame that was holding the roof up and pulled my subdivision up in the air.

Maybe I need to explain that the school was originally built round about the turn of the 19th / 20th one C. It has had quite a number of ‘ extensions'added, some quite recently. We were in the old part, a unity write up 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 well-fixed as I was. I wondered if he knew that I spent quite a bit of metre hanging my carpus, au naturel and rout. I looked down at the students and realised that my slit was at about capitulum height for well-nigh of the scholar. 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 snatch for the succeeding hour.

The following 30 or so minute of arc went in no time. I'd been daydreaming and when the teacher unfastened the rophy I suddenly realised that it had been a dainty reverie and that my pussy felt really wet. I needed to go to the toilet and clean myself up a bit.

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

There was no one in the corridor or the bathroom when I got there. I locked myself in carrel, had a pee, wiped my snatch dry and was sat there playing with my clitoris when I heard some girls come in. I brought myself to an climax while I listened to them talking about what they were going to do to their fellow 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 bridge player one of them asked me where my clothes where. I just said,"Art class"as if that would explain everything and walked out.

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

Back in the classroom I wandered one shot looking at different scene of my spread-eagle 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 pussy. The particular that some had gone to while drawing my pussycat and minuscule gold ringing was just amazing.



I didn't get hazard to see all the drawings before the teacher called me over to restart the pose. 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 cover 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 instructor dismissed the class and left me up there while they were all leaving. It was weird saying goodbye to them as the walked passed me having one last look at my nude puss.

When they'd all gone the teacher came over to me and asked me if I was okay with the different type of affectation. I told him that I was and that I was used to being restrained like that."Not in public I suspect, did you enjoy 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 couple of circle out of his bag. He tied my in good order leg to one leg of the table and as he was tying my will leg to the other end of the table he told me that he'd arranged for a couple of his mates to come up and train some photographs of me.



For some rationality I didn't think that any impairment could come to me, only good, so I wasn't worried. In fact I was excited. I felt another quiver and surge of juices.

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

After about 5 minutes 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 exposure were taken and the teacher came and stood beside me and started playing with my slit. I suddenly realised how vulnerable I was and obviously looked panic-struck because the teacher said,"Relax dear, we're not going to screw you, if we did you wouldn't be back adjacent week."

The six of them took it in turns to make me cum either with their hands or their mouths whilst the others kept taking more picture. 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 lights off and lock up. Poor man got quite a surprise and said,"Sorry."I got up and put my apparel 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 schoolhouse I was wondering what was in fund for me. I'd put just a lose fitting cotton wool mini dress and shoes on, and as I walked into the school the nothingness was blowing it everywhere.

I was a bit tardy, and by the time 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 concern that I might not be there. He then told everyone that I was going to beat in a very subservient pose and that he wanted them to sketch me exactly as they saw me, no redundant chip. centralize on what they could actually see.

He then told me to get ungarbed and onto the table. Again the changing screen was missing so I just whipped my frock straight up over my caput, kicked my place off and climbed onto the table. The teacher then told me how he wanted me to stick. What he described was the positioning that I have to get into when Jon tells me to ‘ assume the position ’. On my knees with them wide apart. I then have to list back as far as I can and abide my consistency with my hands on the story. I've lost could of the routine of times that I've been in this position, and for how farsighted. If you add it all up it must be days, so another hour wasn't going to make much conflict. The difference of opinion this sentence was that there would be 20 odd pairs of eyes looking at me and my spread pussy.

Again the time went very quickly as recalled the previous night's sitting on the shag 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 6th time. I was still a bit sore.

At the break I needed the toilet again ; I needed to pee and cum. The instructor 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 chemical group of teenagers walking towards me. They were all dressed in sport 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 fragmented second to decide to either jump back into the young lady's toilet or keep going. You've guessed it, I kept going.

The teenager ( boys and little girl ) were all about 18 and they came out with all the gossip that you'd expect in a post like that. I was in the middle of the corridor and expecting them to discontinue rank and file and let me through the middle of them. I was expecting ( and hoping for ) a few groping hired hand, but I wasn't expecting them to barricade and barricade the corridor.

They surrounded me and didn't move when I asked them to. Whilst some of them were feeling my breast and pussy, one of them asked me why I was naked. I told them that I was the example in the Art class. Another said that I shouldn't paseo round the schooling without clothes on because anything could fall out to me. When another said that they should learn me a lesson I started to get a footling worried. They bundled me back into the girl's toilets and discussed what they should do with me. Thankfully, when one of the bloke suggested that all the chap should ‘ fuck the ass off me'the others didn't agree.

In the end they agreed that since I was a au naturel model I should be made to nude model for a lot more people.

With one lad holding either of my implements of war they ran me all round the school corridors and international through the car park onto the main road, back into the shoal grounds and onto the sports athletic field. almost of the group were following us.

I suppose that the cuss 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 shock a few people. 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 push forward our way through a couple of classes that were ending. I've no estimate what they were, but all the people were grownup and we got a few comments from some of them. There were a few people in the car park and a lot more on the chief road. I heard a yoke of tyre screech as on or two motorists got distracted.

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

I stood there for a minute or so getting my breath back the worked out the comfortably way to get back to the Art course of instruction. We'd gone in a big Mexican valium 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 building and then down a brusque bit of corridor and I'd be there.

As I was walking down the itinerary passed the classrooms I looked in to see a twosome of people looking out towards me. One man had a big smile on his brass.

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 bits of wet grass on my feet.

Anyway, it was back into the office and try to relax. About one-half way through the session I looked round the way a bit and saw that the young man who'd tried to chat me up was trying to attract my aid. He was at the binding of the room and it was in question 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 sketch he rubbed the movement of his trousers and pretended to she-bop himself.

At the end of the moral the teacher asked me to outride as I was while he dismissed the class. When they'd all gone he came and stood at the table at my knee end. In effect, right hand between my legs. He looked me up and down then said,"No photographers tonight, but I just wanted to separate you that you will really enjoy future hebdomad'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 side by side hebdomad then."

I put my wearing apparel and shoes on and went home. When I told Jon about the mathematical group of teenagers he just laughed and told me to be careful.

Week 4

I was a bit late 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 conquer the mood that I would soon be in. One of the char asked him what mood I would be in. His reply was just two words,"Sexual excitement."When he said that I turned and looked at him and I heard one of the Cy Young men say,"Nice one teach."

I didn't bother looking for the changing screenland and just whipped my dress up and off. I didn't know what to require early than that I was going to be sexually excited in front line of 20 plus masses. I was wondering how, looking forward to it and getting a bit dampish. My nipples were already rock hard.

When I got up onto the board the teacher tied my wrists to the roof beams the same way he'd done the second time I'd posed. This meter he'd got me to abide on a few books and when my radiocarpal joint were secured he removed the books leaving me dangling there. After he'd done that he told me to open my legs wide-cut and he tied my ankles to the legs of the table. I was tied spread-eagle in mid air, and with no way to move.

At that point I didn't know if my nation of intimate excitement was enough for what the instructor wanted. It wasn't really seeable - apart from my slightly wet pussy and hard nipples ; and being restrained like that for the succeeding hr wasn't going to tire me out.

What happened succeeding had me puzzled to pop off with. The teacher got a little set back and put it in-between my pegleg. Next he got a few books and put them on it. On top of that he got something that I hadn't seen for years, a metronome that he must suffer borrowed from the music way. Then he got a big plume out of his bag and taped it to the metronome arm so that it was just touching my pussycat. Then he set the metronome arm going backwards and forwards. My kitty was getting a very rhythmic tickle.

As I started to understand what was going to fall out to me I heard the teacher tell the scholar to concentrate on drawing my consistency first. He told them that it would take a while for my face to get the saying that he wanted them to capture.

It didn't take long. Within a duo of second my nipples were so hard that I thought they were going to burst and my pussy was really coming alive. I could finger my succus leaking out of me. Five minutes later I was very close to cumming. I guess that the teacher could tell that because he said,"Try and hold it Vanessa, the student need more than time to get your expression down on paper."

Well I tried, it wasn't as if I could back away, or fill up my legs. I tried to center on anything but the inevitable. I looked round the room at the faces of the scholar. I tried to pore on the faces that were getting on with their sketching and looked forgetful to the situation. Every fourth dimension I stared at one of those people I'd see a effort out of the corner of my eye that would distract me. Only about 60 % of the scholar were just getting on with their job. The early 40 % were being affected.

There was one middle-aged woman who was sketching with one script whilst her early hired hand was sliding up and down her body. I had to search at individual else because I was sure she was about to grab one of her tits or rub her puss.

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 peter through his trousers.

The inevitable happened and I started to cum. My head word 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 dick inside me but all I was getting was that damned feather.

No sooner than my first orgasm started to subside than I could finger a second starting. I tried to fight it but I didn't stand a probability. It hit me arduous than the first. Right in the center of it I looked round the way and saw that one middle-aged woman was looking all hot and bothered. I wondered what state her pants ( if she was wearing any ) were in.

When I started to descend down from my high, the teacher came over and told me that it was time for a breakage. He stopped the metronome, took the plumage off and showed it to me. It was saturated. He then asked me if I wanted to be untied for the shift. When I told him that I was all right and was used to being restrained in similar positions he said,"good, it would be a barren of worthful time untying then retying me.

I slowly started to chill down a bit and became very aware of the state of my pussy and legs. I could feel my pussycat gaping subject and my juice running down my leg. Even my feet felt wet although that may have been sweat.

During the breach a few of the pupil came and had a snug look at me. As I looked down on them I could see a miscellanea of stake and lust on their faces. I could see what looked comparable painful bulges in the trousers of most of the men. One of the younger men was stood in straw man of me for old age. Never once did his eyes look up and run into mine. He was the lastly to go back to his easel and just before he left I could find out 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 torso jumped as the feather touched my pussy the starting time 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 feeling in my grim belly and pussy to begin again and within 4 or 5 minutes I was cumming again and again and again. I must throw 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 after that it was the plumage. I had another orgasm before I heard the teacher say,"Okay, that's enough."

I was just hanging there for long time before the teacher lifter my legs onto the Good Book and then untied me. As he untied my concluding wrist joint I started to prostration and he had to put his arm stave me to arrest me from falling. To be fair to the teacher he aimed at putting his arm round my waistline. 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 left breast. He held me like that until I was standing on the ground. He lowered me onto a professorship and said,"You stay there while the students finish off."

I was knackered ; it took me about 5 minutes to experience capable to stand up. When I did I slowly walked round the room. I wanted to see the study. Some were quite serious, some not. A couple of them were quite interesting. They showed trivial bead of liquidness 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 pupil 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 class. He said something about there not being many chance for artists to capture true human 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 show-off and it really had been a delight. It's one affair letting multitude see me naked, but it's something else letting them see me having multiple orgasms. It was a substantial turn-on.

The teacher then said that he really had to lock the way and leave. I told him that I'd go and have a shower before going habitation. All that sweating had left me feeling quite dirty. I picked-up my frock and shoes and wandered out into the corridor. There was no one out there, it was getting late and I guess that almost the great unwashed had gone home.

Just down the corridor are the girl's throne. Through a door at the back are the girl's changing rooms and showers. I dropped my dress and shoes in the corner and went into the exhibitor. It felt good. I stayed soaking for years and not thinking about anything other than the pleasure that I'd just had. The next thing that I knew was that there was a man staring at me. I saw him out of the nook of my eye. He didn't say anything, and I didn't react to his front. I just kept soaking up the warm up urine.

After a few secondment with neither of us doing anything, the presence of a man watching me defenseless in the shower started to get me going again. I felt my pap get hard and my pussy ache. That ache had to be relieved so my right hand slowly worked its way down to my clitoris. As my correctly 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 make that I hadn't seen him.

He realised that I was looking at him and he went bright red and started to tell me that he was the caretaker. He'd heard the water running and come to investigate. 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 exhibitioner off, then told him that I'd been in the Art class and needed a shower before going dwelling house. I didn't make any attempt to cover myself as I asked him if he'd got a towel that I could borrow. 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 room.

He must own looked in just about all the footlocker 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 practically spot in hanging around waiting so I picked up my clothes and brake shoe 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 lone unity there. He didn't say anything and kept walking.

We got to an out-of-door 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 one thousand and into a lilliputian 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 hair's-breadth ) and I just rubbed my hair. As I was doing this I could see the caretaker staring at me. I took my meter so that he could have a sound look. Eventually I stopped, gave him the towel back and thanked him.

We both stood there staring at each former for what seemed like an eternity, but was probably only a few seconds. In the end I broke the silence and said,"The kids don't seminal fluid in here then."He just said,"What ?"I pointed to the calendar on the wall. It has a big movie of a naked fair sex with her legs unfold a bit. I could just see the plica of her hairy purulent lips.

"Yes, err No"he said. The man was obviously nervous about being alone with a au naturel woman so I said,"Sorry, but I don't come upto her standards."That seemed to reconcile 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 anatomy, she isn't."

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

While he was gone I had a looking at beat. In one attracter I found some old fete 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 deliver gone or that he'd find that he was dreaming and that I wasn't really. I smiled at him and said,"I'm real all veracious. Now how do you desire me to pose ?"I was a bit surprised when he said,"With your ramification broad open."

We spent the next 10 minutes with him taking photographs of me from all slant. He took some very close-ups of my puss and I have to take on that I was getting turned-on. My pussy was genuine damp.

Eventually he ran out of celluloid and thanked me. I told him that it had been my delight 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 dainty man.

Anyway, that's all about my fun as a ‘ mature'schoolgirl and model. 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 pageboy, as and when he's read them and is happy with them.

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Vanessa