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Hi, my name is Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound shape with blondish whisker. In 1998 I quit my deadening cosmos in a little town in North Wales and went to turn as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the E midland of England. It was a unfearing decision to seduce as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advert in a BDSM magazine that individual had left in the hairdressers where I worked. I didn't really know what I was letting myself in for, but I really did necessitate to do something because my life history was so dark and oil production. Even the audience for the job was unbelievable, but I was so do-or-die to commute 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 spell a Journal of my new lifespan, and he has since created a web site that it is published on.

If you care to study my daybook you will describe that my relationship with Jon is rather unlike to that of most employee and employer, but I have easily come to realise that I have a life that just could not be more satisfying or enjoyable. I love my life and all the little adventures that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a little bit of hair that grows on my wooden leg, I have no physical structure tomentum below my neck opening. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with small ( ish ), saucy breasts that have minor aureole and hulk mammilla. When they're hard Jon says they're like chapel hat pegs. I have a dainty firm, categoric stomach with a pubic bone that does stick out a bit. In my puss rim I have 2 piffling Au rings that Jon put in me. My button is very prominent and is usually sticking out between my sassing. It's about an column inch long with a niggling round caput. Jon sometimes calls it my petty putz. I don't own any bra, knee pants, trousers, leggings or shorts ; and 90 % of my doll and apparel can be described as mini or micro. I used to be a very shy girl, but I've now gone completely the former way, and get a dandy charge from letting other citizenry see my body.

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

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

Both Jon and I have been scouring the Internet looking for ideas for little risky venture or incidents that we could manufacture to consume some fun. We've found one or two taradiddle that appear to be slightly rewritten copies of some of the text edition in my daybook, and one or two that are very similar to some of the dangerous undertaking that we've had and that I've written about in my daybook. At first I was a bit irritate about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that someone thought our adventures were expert enough to re-create. I've started thinking that way as well.

The doomed Bet

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

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

Eventually, one Friday afternoon Vicky and Bridie arrived at our house at 8 o'clock. We all piled into Jon's car and he drove us to somewhere in West Yorkshire. It was a rugby club, but I've no idea where. We 3 fille were to render waitress religious service for the drinkable whilst a comedian did his show. We were the only women there. The comic was material down-to-earth and quite disgusting really. Quite rum as well. Oh, we had to fag just ultra-short skirts and place - nothing else.

I'm sure that Vicky and Bridie got groped as much as I did ; by the time the appearance ended I was soaking.

As the comic was coming to the end of his show he asked me to go to a room at the side of meat of the stage. Jon was waiting for me and he gave me a schoolgirl's uniform ( complete with bra and horrifying schoolgirl knickers ) to put on, and then a pack of butt to put down my blouse. He then told me that we were going to give a show standardised to the one that we'd put on in the fink a few eld ago.

Jon put on one of those instructor'2-dimensional hat things and a gown, and we went out. On the stage Jon pretended to be the teacher who had stopped a girl who he suspected had some cigarettes. He asked me for them and I said I didn't have any. He said that he didn't believe me and that he'd have to search me.

He told me to take my blouse off. I did, tucking the coffin nail into the banding of my skirt as I did so. Next it was the bra, then the skirt. Finally it was the navy blue bloomers. As they came off the coffin nail fell onto the floor.

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

I then had to spread my wooden leg as wide-eyed as I could, giving the consultation an even better view of my dripping pussy. As I did so I saw Vicky and Bridie through my clear stage, each of them was sitting on a man's knee joint with the man 's hand on their bald pussies.

Jon then gave me 10 More apoplexy harder than before. Some of them were getting just one impertinence as the end of the cane whipped troll onto my pussy.

I came during the future and cobbler's last 5. I needed to put one deal down on the floor to break off myself falling over. I was still shaking when Jon told me to endure up and face the consultation. As I calmed down I could hear all form of comments from the crowd.

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

Poor Martin, he was so obstruct, even though he was a bit drunk.

Jon then asked the hearing if Martin should help to punish the naughty schoolgirl. think what everyone said ?

I then had to bend over again while Martin first stuck a couple of fingers in my pussy, and then hit my backside with the cane. He wasn't very practiced at co-ordinating his movements so Jon told him to lie down on the floor. When he was down, Jon told Vicky and Birdie to strip him. Vicky and Bridie were on him in a flash, and got his dress off, even though he was struggling a bit. He had a semi that he was trying to cover-up. Pointing at Martin's semi, Jon told Vicky and Bridie to do something about that. While Vicky and Bride played with and sucked St. Martin's pecker, Jon told me to crouch down on Mary Martin face.

Poor Dino Paul Crocetti, he was in heaven and hell. After a couple of moment, Jon got a condom out of his pocket and gave it to Bridie. She didn't need telling what to do. When it was on Vicky and Bridie stood up and Jon told me to spike myself on Martin's dick.

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

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

It wasn't foresightful before I could feel Dean Martin cum so I went down as laborious as I could and then lay back. As his shaft went soft I could finger it sliding out of me.

When martin finally flopped decent out, Jon told me to get Dino Paul Crocetti's wearing apparel, take him into the changing elbow room then make out back.

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

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

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

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

In the following 30 or 40 mo my rear end got flushed and ruby-red and more painful. My pussy got more and sorer as it got finger fucked by about 50 young men. My nipples got sophisticate, pulled and pinched until they were very tippy. I even got a couple of fingerbreadth pushed into my backside.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Altogether, a most unexpected by pleasurable sacrifice. I think I will take in to have a few more bets with Jon.

Love,

V