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Hi, my name is Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound figure with blondish fuzz. In 1998 I quit my boring existence in a little town in Second Earl of Guilford Wales and went to work as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East Midlands of England. It was a brave decision to make as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advert in a BDSM clip 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 ask to do something because my living was so drab and boring. Even the interview for the job was unlikely, but I was so desperate to change my life that I did everything that was asked of me, and I was finally offered the job.

Shortly after starting the job my employer ( Jon ) told me to compose a Journal of my new life, and he has since created a web situation that it is published on.

If you care to say my diary you will bring out that my kinship with Jon is rather different to that of nearly employee and employer, but I have easily come to substantiate that I have a life that just could not be more hearty or pleasurable. I love my animation and all the little adventure that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a little bit of whisker that grows on my peg, I have no body hair's-breadth below my neck opening. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with small ( ish ), pert bosom that have small-scale nimbus and hulk teat. When they're firmly Jon says they're like chapel hat pegs. I have a nice firm, flat stomach with a pubic pearl that does amaze out a bit. In my snatch lips I have 2 small gold rings that Jon put in me. My button is very big and is usually sticking out between my mouth. It's about an inch long with a little round head. Jon sometimes calls it my minuscule dick. I don't own any bra, knickers, trousers, leg covering or short pants ; and 90 % of my doll and dresses can be described as mini or micro. I used to be a very shy miss, but I've now gone completely the early way, and get a capital kick from letting former people see my body.

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

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

Both Jon and I have been scouring the internet looking for ideas for trivial adventures or incidents that we could manufacture to have some fun. We've found one or two tale that appear to be slightly rewritten copy of some of the text in my diary, 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 start I was a bit annoyed about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that someone thought our adventures were in force enough to re-create. I've started thinking that way as well.

Temping

I left my hairdressing job a while back. The direction were getting a bit fed-up with me taking so a lot meter off, so I quit.

I was getting a bit bored at the end of terminal year, and after discussing it with Jon I signed-on for a Temp government agency. I didn't do many Book of Job for them before quitting, but there were a couple that are deserving telling you about.

The showtime was a firm of Solicitors. It was only small with 3 measure up canvasser and a duet of secretarial assistant. One of these was off regurgitate and they needed person for a couple of week to calculate after visitor and do the filing. The firm was founded by the old man Solicitor and the former 2 Solicitors are women in their thirties, both well over weight.

The Agency told me that I would stimulate to dress smartly so the weekend before I started I made a brace of annulus that are to mid-thigh - long for me. Jon made surely that they had prick up the spinal column and front. I wore them with rather small baggy blouses that tucked into the dame.

When I got there I found that the office is up some stairs right in the heart of townsfolk, and the receptionist's desk is proper at the top of the step. After I'd been introduced to everyone the secretarial assistant showed me to my desk and told me that the girl that was off sick usually wore pant and pointed to the front of the desk. No modesty board. I told her that I didn't have any suitable pant, which is almost true - I don't have any trousers. She just said,"Oh well, I'm sure you'll manage."I smiled and thought, ‘ you bet, this could be fun.'

I spent most of the first couple of days getting used to the telephone organisation before I managed to slack up and start to have some fun.

Each time I heard the door at the bottom of the stairs open I'd get back to my desk and cabbage a look to see who it was. If it were a man I'd let my human knee section and watch their eyes to see if they looked. If it was a hunky man and he looked, I'd let my knees drift even further apart.

After I'd phoned whoever to tell them that their visitor was there, I'd ask the visitors to sit in the waiting area that was in front line of my desk, but to a slight angle. It's flummox how the men would always sit on the rear that had the best thought up my skirt. I made sure that some of them really go distracted from their business organisation there.

There are some filing storage locker just near the visitant rump and I made sure that I always had some documents that needed to be filed in the merchant ship cabinet.

My responsibility took me into the old man Solicitor's position quite a bit. When I handed him documents to sign on I made sure enough that I bent forward so that he could look down the top of my blouse.

His office is one of these ‘ old world'position with bookcases all up the wall with a piffling step ladder to get up to them. After a couple of days he started asking me to get the record book that he wanted that were high up. I smiled the first time that he asked me as I knew exactly why he asked me ; and I wasn't going to disappoint him. By the end of the two weeks he was either a lot untested, or about to snuff if with over-excitement.

The two female canvasser were miserable matter. I'm sure that they realised what was going on, but they never said anything, just gave me muckle of body of work to do. The other secretary always wore long skirts or trouser and never seemed to desire to get into conversation. I caught her staring at me a duo of times, and it was a upright job that her desk faced away from the visitor's waiting area.

At the end of my time there the old man thanked me for brightening the place up, and said that he wished that he could keep me on thirster.



The second occupy Temp job that I did was a week in cafeteria in a big shop class. It wasn't the job that was interesting ( it was crap ), it was what Jon was doing to me whilst I worked. A short while after I told Jon what I was going to do he recite me that I had to wear my remote controlled egg every day.

The first-class honours degree morning went quite quickly, but at lunchtime, just as I was in the midsection of serving an old lady, the egg got switched on. I was in mid-sentence when I suddenly gasped, knack over slightly and started shaking. After a few s I managed to compose myself enough to look round of drinks for Jon. As I was looking the trivial old lady asked me if I was alright.

The egg was on low so I managed to cover serving customers while I looked round for Jon. I couldn't see him anywhere.

About 15 minutes later the tempo of the oscillation increased and I still couldn't see Jon. Then it got higher. I was in serious danger on cumming while serving a customer. I was starting to sweat and keep on pulling a face and stifling a riot.

As I came the first time, one of the other girls asked me if I was okay. What could I say,"Yes thank you, I'm just in the center of having an orgasm, and I'll be back to normal in a minute !"

After about an hour the egg got turned down to low and stayed like that for the rest of the afternoon. Twice during that metre I had to go to the lavatory to dry myself.

The same matter happened for the succeeding 3 days. I never saw Jon once, and he denied being there when I asked him about it on an eve.

The last day started the Saame, but half way through the lunch period, just as I was building up to my endorsement orgasm, the egg went on to broad. I had a really hard time trying to concentrate and to look rule. I haven't a clue what the customer must take in thought. I know that some of the staff thought I was ill.

There was one young lady who I think suspected what was going on, each time our oculus met she smiled at me with that knowing tone.

The egg stayed on good for about another time of day, it was agony and great all at the same sentence. In the end, I looked up at the next client and Jon smiled and asked me for a boiled egg sandwich. Then he asked me if I was all right, as I looked all flustered. He left the egg on full until he'd finished his lunch and left field.

Jon's told me that I can do some more Temping jobs if I want, I'll go into the agency every so often and see what they've got.

love,

genus Vanessa