Introduction

Hi, my name is genus Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound figure with blondish whisker. In 1998 I quit my irksome being in a piddling town in due 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 drab and boring. Even the consultation for the job was unconvincing, but I was so dire to shift my biography 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 diary of my new life, and he has since created a web site that it is published on.

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

If you care to read my Journal you will unwrap that my relationship with Jon is rather different to that of to the highest degree employee and employer, but I have easily come to realise that I have a life that just could not be more solid or pleasurable. I love my aliveness and all the little escapade that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a minuscule bit of hair that grows on my legs, I have no body whisker below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with small ( ish ), pert breasts that have diminished halo and hulk nipples. When they're hard Jon says they're like chapel hat wooden leg. I have a nice firm, flat abdomen with a pubic bone that does stick out a bit. In my pussy lips I have 2 little amber band that Jon put in me. My clitoris is very prominent and is usually sticking out between my lips. It's about an inch long with a little round oral sex. Jon sometimes calls it my minuscule dick. I don't own any bras, knickers, trouser, leging or shorts ; and 90 % of my skirts and dress can be described as mini or micro. I used to be a very shy fille, but I've now gone completely the former way, and get a great thrill from letting other citizenry see my body.

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

vanessaevans69 @ hotmail.com

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

Both Jon and I have been scouring the Internet looking for estimate for footling adventures or incidents that we could manufacture to have some fun. We've found one or two write up that appear to be slightly rewritten copy of some of the textbook 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 low I was a bit annoyed about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that individual thought our adventure were skillful enough to re-create. I've started thinking that way as well.

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

Going to Night School

If you've learn my daybook you will know that I'm not a very big soul ( well, the features that you can see when I've got some clothes on ) and that my face is quite unseasoned looking. Just before Christmas 2000 I'd lost my part-time job as a hairdresser when the building that the beauty shop was in caught firing. Just after Christmas 2000 Jon decided that I would go back to school. At first of all I was a bit horrified that he wanted me to spend days sitting through oil production lesson, but after a duad of minutes of explanation I started looking forward to it.

Jon took me to a comprehensive school at the former position of town and I signed-up for Computer Literacy Course. He said that it was meter that I learned a bit more about PCs. The adjacent night he took me to a college and into an Art socio-economic class. When I saw all the scholar sketching a bunch of heyday that was on a desk in the middle of the room I got a little vex and excited. I tried to tell Jon that I was a hopeless artist, but he wouldn't listen to me.

A couple of minutes later the teacher came into the classroom and over to us. Jon asked if he was still looking for a life model. At first I didn't twig but as the teacher looked me up and down I realised that Jon wanted me to posture for the division. I got all excited thought 'wow, legitimate flashing ’. Without even talking to me Jon and the teacher agreed that I'd mannerism for the year on each Monday evening for the adjacent 4 weeks.

This is what happened at the course of instruction - well the interesting bits.

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I was just starting to put some clothes on to go to my 1st eve course of instruction when Jon told me to wear out a blouse and skirt. The blouse he told me to tire was quite baggy and he told me not to fasten the top 3 buttons. This meant that the highest button that was fastened was right in the midriff 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 breach hole for him to see in when he stood side by side to me.

I put a pelage on and motor Jon's car to the school.

When I got there and found the right on classroom, 4 early hoi polloi 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 coat off one of the older men's optic opened wide when he saw my micro dame. 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 side of an aisle so that the teacher would be stood to my leftfield. 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 second joint would be showing and perhaps a bit of my bald os pubis 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, married man ; well he was wearing a wedding ring. After the founding the teacher got us to exchange the PCs on and then told us how to run a political platform that showed us all about the different 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 chatter 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 point me.

Poor man, he just about stopped dead in his tracks when he saw my skirt and legs. I saw him blush a short as he stood beside me and pointed to the push on the concealment. As he walked back to the strawman, he turned and looked back to me for a indorse before continuing with his lesson.

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

This happened another couplet of multiplication and then just before the end of the example 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 eyes were looking straight up my skirt.

The second lesson.

When I arrived the side by side workweek I was a little tardily and there was only one PC loose. 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 previous teacher was unwell 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 piece before moving on to the succeeding person. That made me a bit uncomfortable, but not enough for me to call back about the fun I could have. As the others were introducing themselves I was thinking about my friend Debbie and the fun that she used to cause 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 tertiary trip into technophobic whatever that I decided to try to bring him back to earth. Up until then I'd been sat with my knees tightly together and been concentrating on the moral, but I was getting tire listening to irrelevant gobbledegook so I let my knee part.

prick was walking back and Forth River across the battlefront of the room and so deep into his little story that it took historic period for him realise what he was missing. He kept looking down at the storey, but never towards me. Eventually he did attend over towards me. He stooped mid time, went bright red, and then carried on talking. He stared at my legs, and up my doll, for a few moment then looked me in the eye. I just smiled at him.

The poor man just seemed to lose it from that degree in the lesson. He kept sneaking glances at my branch and pussy, but he looked as if he was a naughty schoolboy doing something that he shouldn't. Even though he went to help former educatee with problem, he wouldn't come near me. Each time I asked him a question he stayed at the front man 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 mates of the educatee 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 late week and wanted to continue it so I arrived former to make sure that I got the same PC. I was a little surprised to find that not only was the instructor already there, but that he'd put a chair in the heart of the front of the class. I was looking at it when Peter said ‘ good even ’, and explained that he'd had an accident 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 better than planned.

The rest of the students arrived and the grade got started. Yes, some ( about ) of the men were ogling my ultra short skirt and low cut, recede top, and some of the womanhood were giving me cheating looks ; but I'm used to that. My only interest 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 instant he sat on the president and kept talking. After a while he gave us an recitation 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 stifle 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.

individual at the back asked him another question and he had to go and shew 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 hitch tool either, and there was quite a protrusion in the front tight of his jean. It looked quite abominable.

By then I'd realised that he had found his confidence and was out to enjoy himself as much as I was. I was as excited as his bulge told me he was and I could finger my juices seeping out of me. Just flashing him wasn't enough, especially as he was blatantly staring at my pussy 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 got risen up. As it was my bare backside was on the wooden chair. I let my left 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 rings or flick my clit.

The first clip I did it Peter did a replicate proceeds. The second prison term his head moved down towards me a bit.

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

Peter was mesmerised and missed a couple of dubiousness. One of the old men had to repeat himself louder, to get Saint Peter the Apostle to flick out of his trance.

The lesson went on in a similar way and I was finding it difficult trying to type with my mighty hired hand whilst playing with my clit with my left hand. It's not the actual typing ; it's concentrating enough to bed what to type.

By the clip the example 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 instructor so when Peter said that there was just one more slight thing to do before we all went dwelling, I went for it.

Just after Saint Peter had finished telling everyone what he wanted them to do, I came. I shut my eyes, squeezed my mouth lips shut, and went over the border. Somehow I managed to proceed smooth and I don't think that anyone realised what was happening - other than St. Peter. When I opened my heart and looked at him his center were locked on my pussy.

When I coughed a bit he looked up at my cheek. I smiled and he went hopeful red.

At the end of the deterrent example Peter asked me to stop back for a minute. 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 hubby was waiting outside for me.

The following pair of weeks were very similar to the tertiary week. Peter kept sitting on the professorship in battlefront of me, but his walking limp had gone. I kept teasing him.

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

Art Class

Week 1

I was very queasy as I drove to the college. other 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 interested in what I was wearing going to the class. I put on a simple cotton miniskirt dress and shoes.

I was still uneasy 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 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 nil to be nervous about, and asked me if I wanted a cup of coffee.

I told him that I was okay, that chocolate made me need to pee and that I didn't want to have to go right in the middle of the seance. He smiled and asked if I was cook 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 sketch me.

While he was doing that I looked round. There were about 20 masses in there. Men and women of all eld from about 18 to 80. Some of them smiled at me and said hello while others just keep on quiet.

The teacher then told me to go behind the screen in the corner, bring my wearing apparel off, put my robe on and come 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 garb and shoe to strike off it doesn't take longsighted and I was back within seconds. As I walked back I looked around and saw a couple of the men looking at me. One was a young man about 20. He didn't look as if he was only there for the art. His look brought that familiar tingle and damp to my pussy.

"That was quick"he said and pointed to a big table in the middle 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 table with one leg bent at the knee and the other straight out. He told me to keep my knees nearly together, but I let them drift to about 6 inches apart. One hired man was on the table behind me, whilst the other was on my thigh. I had to seem up into the top street corner of the way.

Once the teacher was happy with my pose he called all the student over and started telling and showing then which region of my body he wanted them to concentrate on. One function was my white meat. As he said that my nipples went even harder than they already were.

There were 20 people stood all around me looking down on my defenseless body. Some were stood at my animal foot and I'm sure that they could see my succus leaking out of my slit. One cleaning woman whispered to another next to her, but she wasn't quietly enough. I think that almost of the people in there heard her say,"I've never seen a charwoman with pack down there before."

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

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

After what seemed like an eternity the teacher came to the figurehead and told me to have a 10 minute breaking. I was grateful for that and climbed down off the tabular array. The instructor said that normally the model put their robe on for the break of serve, and offered me his cap. I thanked him and told him that I was all flop 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 centre were everywhere but my centre. 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 beat looking at the unlike draftsmanship of me.

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

It was comic the way some of the students just totally ignored me and got on with their work. I guess that they were the good artists.

Some of the men and a couple of the younger women chatted to me as I walked round of drinks. 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 people gave me mixed feelings. The serious artists did absolutely nix for me and I felt totally at slow with them. It was alike to being at the naturist swims and on a naturist beach. The masses that I wasn't sure about made me feel a little excited. The more that I thought someone was looking at me in a sexual manor house, the more aroused 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 cunt tingle was very substantial and I could really feel my juices flowing. As I walked up to him I saw that familiar spirit hump in his trousers. He tried chatting me up again, but I just kept asking him featherbrained motion about his lousy attempt to imbibe me. His solvent sounded just as stupid as my interrogative sentence. If anyone was listening they must have thought we were both artistic thickies.

The disruption came to an end and the teacher asked me to get back up on the mesa. As I was walking towards the table I decided that I'd better go to the privy before getting stuck in one spatial relation again ( I also wanted to strip up my soggy cunt before starting again ). I told the teacher and asked him where the penny-pinching toilet was. He told me that it was only about 20 yards down the corridor.

I started waking towards the classroom doorway when the instructor said,"Hadn't you easily put some dress on ?"To be perfectly true, 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 shock someone.

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

The teacher was right, it was only 20 yards to the toilet and I was in and out and back in the classroom in no time. I was a bit disappointed 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 young man was waiting for me and asked me if I'd like to go for a drink with him. Fortunately I didn't get chance to answer him because the teacher interrupted and told him to go home.

He then told me that I'd done well to hold so still for so long and asked if I was okay to arrive back the adjacent week. I told him that I'd enjoyed it and would be back.

calendar week 2

As I walked into the classroom there were about the Sami number of people who had been there the former week. I did notice an extra duad of youngish people.

The teacher arrived before I had the probability to do anything or spill the beans to anyone, and immediately brought the course to order. He told the year that I was going to pose in an unusual position that night and that he wanted the student 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 pay me any trouble are you ?"I was a bit offend and surprised. Whenever he had spoken to me before he'd given me the impression that he was a perfect gentleman. This rife fashion took me my surprise.

"rightfield,"he said,"go and get your clothes off while I get the ropes ready."Another surprise I thought, it sounded as if I wasn't going to get a problem keeping still that night. I turned towards the changing screen and saw that it wasn't there. It was nowhere in the room. I turned back towards the teacher to recite him and to ask where I should get undressed. He was busy opening a bag so after a speedy think I though, ‘ what the hell'and walked to the side of meat of the room where there were some chairs. I turned to present the form and saw that about half the scholar were watching me and the other 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 headspring. The man was smiling back at me as I undid the niggling piece of Velcro that was holding my skirt up and dropped it to the floor. I then squatted down with my human knee full apart as I unfastened my sandals and the walked out of them.

My pussy was starting to tingle and get wet.

When I got back to the instructor he told me that he wanted me to mount on the tabular array and hold my arms out while he tied a rope to each of my wrists. He then threw the roach over steel frame that was holding the roof up and pulled my weaponry up in the air.

Maybe I need to explain that the school was originally built turn about the number of the 19th / 20th century. It has had quite a turn of ‘ extension phone'added, some quite recently. We were in the old function, a one story building.

The teacher then told me to spread my legs and asked me if he needed to tie them to anything to save them apart. I told him that it wasn't necessary, as I was well-heeled as I was. I wondered if he knew that I spent quite a bit of time hanging my wrist, naked and spreadeagle. I looked down at the students and realised that my pussy was at about head height for most of the students. I got a slight wetter as I thought about what some of them might be thinking and knowing that there would be about 20 pairs of center staring at my pussy for the next hour.

The next 30 or so minutes went in no prison term. I'd been daydreaming and when the teacher unfastened the ropes I suddenly realised that it had been a prissy daydream and that my kitty-cat felt really wet. I needed to go to the bathroom and clean and jerk myself up a bit.

I told the teacher where I was going and marched out before he had a fortune 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 carrel, had a pee, wiped my pussy dry and was sat there playing with my clit when I heard some female child come in. I brought myself to an coming while I listened to them talking about what they were going to do to their young man later that night.

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

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

rear in the classroom I wandered round looking at different views of my rout naked consistence. One or two had taken ‘ esthetic license'and drawn me with extra ropes and belts on. One had actually drawn a dildo sticking out of my pussy. The detail that some had gone to while drawing my puss and small gold annulus was just amazing.



I didn't get chance to see all the draught before the instructor 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 persist in 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 year and left me up there while they were all leaving. It was eldritch saying goodbye to them as the walked passed me having one concluding flavour at my naked pussy.

When they'd all gone the instructor came over to me and asked me if I was okay with the unlike 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 ropes out of his bag. He tied my right leg to one leg of the board and as he was tying my left hand leg to the other end of the board he told me that he'd arranged for a couple of his mates to descend and take some photographs of me.



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

A few minutes later 3 men and 2 womanhood came in and started getting camera out. Not a lot was said, but a lot of photographs were taken. One of the adult female got a big dildo out of her bag and smiled at me as she pushed it into my twat 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 table. phonograph needle to say I was spread-eagle again. More photographs were taken and the teacher came and stood beside me and started playing with my pussy. I suddenly realised how vulnerable I was and obviously looked frightened because the teacher said,"Relax dearest, 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 fix me cum either with their hands or their mouths whilst the others kept taking Sir Thomas 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 change over the illumination off and interlock up. Poor man got quite a surprise and said,"Sorry."I got up and put my dress on as he watched me. As I walked out I said,"Don't be drab, I'm not."

I didn't 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 misplace fitting cotton fiber miniskirt dress and shoes on, and as I walked into the school the wind was blowing it everywhere.

I was a bit deep, and by the metre I got to the classroom 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 pose in a very slavish affectation and that he wanted them to chalk out me exactly as they saw me, no extra number. Concentrate on what they could actually see.

He then told me to get undressed and onto the board. Again the changing screen was missing so I just whipped my garb straight up over my question, kicked my shoes off and climbed onto the table. The teacher then told me how he wanted me to dumbfound. What he described was the position that I have to get into when Jon tells me to ‘ seize the berth ’. On my knees with them broad apart. I then have to lean back as far as I can and support my consistence with my mitt on the base. I've lost could of the number of times that I've been in this position, and for how long. If you add it all up it must be days, so another hour wasn't going to take a leak much difference. The difference this meter was that there would be 20 odd duo of optic looking at me and my spread pussy.

Again the fourth dimension went very quickly as recalled the premature Night's session on the fucking auto at base. Jon had left me on the machine until I'd nearly passed out, then he'd fucked me until I came for the sixth time. I was still a bit sore.

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

However, as I went back onto the corridor there was a group of stripling walking towards me. They were all dressed in sportswoman 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 break up second to decide to either jump back into the girl's bathroom or keep going. You've guessed it, I kept going.

The stripling ( son and girls ) were all about 18 and they came out with all the comments that you'd expect in a post like that. I was in the heart of the corridor and expecting them to snap off rank and let me through the middle of them. I was expecting ( and hoping for ) a few groping helping hand, but I wasn't expecting them to stop 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 puss, one of them asked me why I was naked. I told them that I was the manakin in the Art class. Another said that I shouldn't walk of life round the school without clothes on because anything could happen to me. When another said that they should teach me a lesson I started to get a niggling worried. They bundled me back into the girlfriend's crapper and discussed what they should do with me. Thankfully, when one of the chap suggested that all the lads should ‘ fuck the ass off me'the others didn't agree.

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

With one lad holding either of my branch they ran me all round the school corridors and outside through the car park onto the main road, back into the school day grounds and onto the variation theater. Most of the mathematical group were following us.

I suppose that the lads thought that I was running so easily because they were holding my arms. In reality I was loving it. It was an self-justification 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 barge our way through a couple of classes that were ending. I've no thought 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 main road. I heard a mates of Tyre screeches as on or two motorist got distracted.

When we got into the heart of the sport field 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 instant or so getting my breath back the worked out the full way to get back to the Art class. We'd gone in a big rope and the Art classroom wasn't that far away. I only had a couple of classroom Windows to hand before could get back into the building and then down a short bit of corridor and I'd be there.

As I was walking down the course passed the classrooms I looked in to see a couple of people looking out towards me. One man had a big smiling 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 bits of wet grass on my feet.

Anyway, it was back into the position and try to loosen. About half way through the session I looked round the room a bit and saw that the young man who'd tried to natter me up was trying to attract my attention. He was at the spinal column of the room and it was doubtful that any of the early bookman could see him unless they turned stave. Out eyes met for a second and instead of him getting on with his sketch he rubbed the presence of his trouser and pretended to wank himself.

At the end of the lesson the teacher asked me to stay on as I was while he dismissed the class. When they'd all gone he came and stood at the table at my articulatio genus end. In effect, right between my legs. He looked me up and down then said,"No photographers tonight, but I just wanted to tell you that you will really enjoy 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 traveling bag and walked out saying,"Good, see you next week then."

I put my clothes and horseshoe on and went home. When I told Jon about the radical of stripling 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 trance the modality that I would soon be in. One of the cleaning lady asked him what modality I would be in. His answer was just two words,"Sexual excitement."When he said that I turned and looked at him and I heard one of the Thomas Young men say,"Nice one teach."

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

When I got up onto the mesa the teacher tied my wrists to the roof beams the same way he'd done the second clip I'd posed. This time he'd got me to brook on a few Book and when my wrist were secured he removed the Holy Scripture leaving me dangling there. After he'd done that he told me to open my legs wide and he tied my ankles to the pegleg 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 state of intimate turmoil was enough for what the teacher wanted. It wasn't really seeable - apart from my slightly wet pussycat and heavy nipples ; and being restrained like that for the following hour wasn't going to tire me out.

What happened next had me puzzled to part off with. The teacher got a picayune tabular array and put it in-between my legs. Next he got a few Word of God and put them on it. On top of that he got something that I hadn't seen for days, a metronome that he must sustain 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 slit. Then he set the metronome arm going backwards and forwards. My pussy was getting a very rhythmical tickle.

As I started to infer what was going to happen to me I heard the instructor tell the students to centre on drawing my body first. He told them that it would exact a while for my face to get the expression that he wanted them to capture.

It didn't take long. Within a brace of transactions my nipple were so hard that I thought they were going to burst and my cunt was really coming alive. I could feel my juice 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 restrain it Vanessa, the students need More time to get your expression down on paper."

Well I tried, it wasn't as if I could gage away, or close my branch. I tried to reduce on anything but the inevitable. I looked round the room at the faces of the student. I tried to concentrate on the faces that were getting on with their sketching and looked oblivious to the situation. Every time I stared at one of those hoi polloi I'd see a movement out of the corner of my eye that would distract me. Only about 60 % of the scholarly person were just getting on with their job. The former 40 % were being affected.

There was one middle-aged adult female who was sketching with one hired hand whilst her other deal was sliding up and down her organic structure. I had to count at someone else because I was surely she was about to grab one of her titty or rub her pussy.

I saw one Edward Young man who definitely had a hard-on, and he was licking his sassing as well. Another older man was actually rubbing his putz through his trousers.

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

No sooner than my foremost orgasm started to subside than I could feel a second start. I tried to fight it but I didn't stand a chance. It hit me intemperate than the first. Right in the middle of it I looked round the room and saw that one middle-aged cleaning woman was looking all hot and bothered. I wondered what state her knickers ( if she was wearing any ) were in.

When I started to come down from my high, the teacher came over and told me that it was time for a interruption. 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 good luck. When I told him that I was okay and was used to being restrained in like positions he said,"Good, it would be a waste of worthful time untying then retying me.

I slowly started to cool down a bit and became very mindful of the state of my pussy and legs. I could experience my pussy gaping undefendable and my succus running down my legs. Even my substructure felt wet although that may have been sweat.

During the break a few of the students came and had a nearer look at me. As I looked down on them I could see a mixture of interest 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 front of me for years. Never once did his eyes look up and take on mine. He was the last to go back to his easel and just before he left I could get word 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 instructor came and put a new plume in the metronome and started it going again. My body jumped as the feather touched my pussy the low gear prison term. 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 conversant impression in my blue 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 12 orgasms before I finally passed out.

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

I was just hanging there for years before the teacher lifter my legs onto the playscript and then untied me. As he untied my concluding radiocarpal joint I started to prostration and he had to put his arm beat me to stop me from falling. To be fairly to the instructor he aimed at putting his arm round 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 axillary fossa. By that fourth dimension his had was holding my unexpended breast. He held me like that until I was standing on the ground. He lowered me onto a chairperson and said,"You stay there while the scholarly person finish up off."

I was knackered ; it took me about 5 minute to feel able to stand up. When I did I slowly walked round the room. I wanted to see the sketches. Some were quite in force, some not. A twosome of them were quite interesting. They showed fiddling drop-off of liquidness in mid air below my slit. I guess that I'd been squirting when I'd had my orgasms.

Shortly after that the teacher ended the lesson and the scholar left. The instructor spent ages looking at all the sketches while I just sat there trying to find oneself some energy. Eventually the teacher got up and thanked me for posing for the class. He said something about there not being many opportunities for artists to bewitch unfeigned homo emotions. All I could reckon 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 pleasance. It's one thing letting mass see me nude, but it's something else letting them see me having multiple orgasm. It was a real turn-on.

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

Just down the corridor are the female child's privy. Through a door at the back are the girl's changing rooms and rain shower. I dropped my dress and shoes in the quoin and went into the showers. It felt in force. I stayed soaking for eld 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 corner of my eye. He didn't say anything, and I didn't react to his presence. I just kept soaking up the warm water.

After a few indorsement with neither of us doing anything, the bearing of a man watching me naked in the shower started to get me going again. I felt my pap get hard and my snatch ache. That aching had to be relieved so my right hand slowly worked its way down to my clit. As my rightfulness 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 head went up and I could no longer pretend 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 piss running and come to investigate. He said that he thought that everyone had gone place and that mortal had left a shower running. The wretched man was quite embarrassed.

I turned the shower down off, then told him that I'd been in the Art course of instruction and needed a shower before going home. I didn't make any effort 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 elbow room. I asked him if he could wait for me and I followed him out into the changing elbow room.

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

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

We got to an remote 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 chiliad and into a minuscule workshop. He opened a closet and got out a towel and gave it to me. By that clock time I was just about dry ( apart from my hair ) and I just rubbed my hair. As I was doing this I could see the caretaker staring at me. I took my prison term so that he could have a honest feel. 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 silence and said,"The small fry don't ejaculate in here then."He just said,"What ?"I pointed to the calendar on the wall. It has a big film of a naked woman with her legs open a bit. I could just see the folds of her hairy kitty sass.

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

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

While he was gone I had a looking round. In one draw I found some old feast 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 find that he was dreaming and that I wasn't material. I smiled at him and said,"I'm existent all right wing. Now how do you want me to pose ?"I was a bit surprise when he said,"With your legs wide open."

We spent the succeeding 10 minutes with him taking picture of me from all angle. He took some veridical close-ups of my pussy and I have to admit that I was getting turned-on. My pussy was very damp.

Eventually he ran out of cinema and thanked me. I told him that it had been my pleasure but I really had to go. As I was putting my horseshoe 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 nice man.

Anyway, that's all about my fun as a ‘ mature'schoolgirl and mannikin. 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 Thomas Nelson Page, as and when he's register them and is happy with them.

dearest

Vanessa