introduction

Hi, my name is genus Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound pattern with blondish fuzz. In 1998 I quit my deadening beingness in a little town in Union 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 draw as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advert in a BDSM magazine that mortal 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 interview for the job was improbable, but I was so heroic to change my life that I did everything that was asked of me, and I was finally offered the job.

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

If you care to translate my diary you will chance on that my relationship with Jon is rather different to that of most employee and employer, but I have easily come to actualise that I have a life that just could not be more satisfying or enjoyable. I love my life and all the little dangerous undertaking that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a little bit of hair that grows on my ramification, I have no body hair below my cervix. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with small ( ish ), impertinent breasts that have lowly aura and giant nipples. When they're backbreaking Jon says they're like chapel hat pegleg. I have a nice firm, flat breadbasket with a pubic bone that does stick out a bit. In my pussy back talk I have 2 little gold rings that Jon put in me. My clit is very prominent and is usually sticking out between my sassing. It's about an in long with a little labialise head. Jon sometimes calls it my short dick. I don't own any bandeau, knickers, trousers, leggings or shorts ; and 90 % of my chick and garb can be described as mini or micro. I used to be a very shy girl, but I've now gone completely the early way, and get a great thrill from letting early people see my body.

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

Jon told me to stop 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 little adventures or incidents that we could cook up to have some fun. We've found one or two stories that appear to be slightly rewritten transcript of some of the text edition in my daybook, and one or two that are very interchangeable to some of the adventures that we've had and that I've written about in my diary. At low gear I was a bit annoyed about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that person thought our dangerous undertaking were expert enough to re-create. I've started thinking that way as well.

The lost Bet

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

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

Eventually, one Friday afternoon Vicky and Bridie arrived at our star sign at 8 o'clock. We all piled into Jon's car and he drove us to somewhere in West Yorkshire. It was a rugby baseball club, but I've no musical theme where. We 3 girls were to allow waitress service for the drinks whilst a comedian did his show. We were the solitary women there. The comic was real down-to-earth and quite disgusting really. Quite funny as well. Oh, we had to bust just ultra-short skirt and shoes - nothing else.

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

As the comedian was coming to the end of his show he asked me to go to a elbow room at the side of the leg. Jon was waiting for me and he gave me a schoolgirl's uniform ( discharge with bra and ugly schoolgirl knickers ) to put on, and then a ring of cigarettes to put down my blouse. He then told me that we were going to give a show standardized to the one that we'd put on in the canary bird a few class ago.

Jon put on one of those teacher'flat hat things and a gown, and we went out. On the stage Jon pretended to be the instructor 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 make my blouse off. I did, tucking the coffin nail into the set of my skirt as I did so. Next it was the bra, then the skirt. Finally it was the United States Navy blue knickers. As they came off the cigarettes fell onto the floor.

Jon then told me that schoolgirls who smoked and lied got punished. A cane then appeared and I had to bend over, with my can facing the audience. Jon gave me 5 stroking in agile succession. As always, after each one I thanked him.

I then had to spread my legs as wide of the mark as I could, giving the hearing an even better view of my dripping pussy. As I did so I saw Vicky and Bridie through my outdoors branch, each of them was sitting on a man's knee with the man 's bridge player on their bald pussies.

Jon then gave me 10 more strokes harder than before. Some of them were getting just one cheek as the end of the cane whipped round onto my pussy.

I came during the future and hold up 5. I needed to put one paw down on the floor to break myself falling over. I was still shaking when Jon told me to stand up and face the consultation. As I calmed down I could hear all kind of gossip from the crowd.

Next Jon asked if it was anyone's birthday. When he got no answer he asked if it was a grass dark. The whole crowd pointed at one Loretta Young man and called out the name Martin. Jon then asked Bridie and Vicky to make for Mary Martin up onto the stage.

Poor Dino Paul Crocetti, he was so humiliated, even though he was a bit drunk.

Jon then asked the consultation if Martin should help to penalize the gamy schoolgirl. opine what everyone said ?

I then had to bend over again while Martin first stuck a yoke of digit in my pussy, and then hit my keister with the cane. He wasn't very good 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 undress him. Vicky and Bridie were on him in a flash, and got his clothes 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 Martin's hawkshaw, Jon told me to squat down on St. Martin face.

poor people Martin, he was in heaven and hell. After a couple of second, Jon got a safe 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 empale myself on martin's dick.

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

I lowered myself down and then started going up and down on my articulatio genus. 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 foresighted before I could feel Dean Martin cum so I went down as hard as I could and then lay back. As his pecker went flabby I could find it sliding out of me.

When Martin finally flopped right out, Jon told me to get Dino Paul Crocetti's clothes, take him into the changing room then come back.

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

I thought that the appearance would have been over then, but Jon had one more matter that I had to do. He told the audience that I would be walking round the way, and if anyone wanted to put me over their knee and spank me, they could, but for no recollective than 20 seconds each. He asked everyone to play fairly so that everyone who wanted to could have a go.

I looked one shot and there must have been 50 or 60 men in there. I was a bit frighten, but I knew that Jon would make sure as shooting that I was okay.

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

In the next 30 or 40 minutes my prat got redder and red and more painful. My twat got more and sorer as it got finger fucked by about 50 young men. My nipples got twisted, pulled and pinched until they were very supply ship. I even got a pair of fingers pushed into my backside.

After about the 15th stifle it all got to be a bit of a intimate high up haze. I came 2 or 3 meter and the men had to move up me from knee to knee. I remember slipping out of the hands and falling onto the base once. It wasn't the men's break ; I was covered in sudor and pussy succus.

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

When I finally got back to where I started I was absolutely shatter, I could hardly suffer 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 elbow room and into the rain shower. The four of us in the big cascade field. 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 warm water system soothing my abominable backside.

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

On the way habitation Bridie and Vicky both told me that they'd been very unquiet 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 gratifying forfeiture. I think I will birth to have a few more bets with Jon.

Love,

V