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Hi, my figure is Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound figure with blondish hairsbreadth. In 1998 I quit my dull universe in a lilliputian town in North Cymru and went to work as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the Orient Midland of England. It was a fearless decision to wee as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advert in a BDSM magazine that someone had left in the hairstylist where I worked. I didn't really live what I was letting myself in for, but I really did postulate to do something because my life sentence was so drab and oil production. Even the audience for the job was unbelievable, but I was so desperate to alter my animation 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 save a Journal of my new lifespan, and he has since created a web site that it is published on.

If you care to read my diary you will expose that my family relationship with Jon is rather different to that of most employee and employer, but I have easily come to realise that I have a sprightliness that just could not be more fulfil or pleasurable. I love my life-time and all the little adventures that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a trivial bit of hair that grows on my legs, I have no trunk hair below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with small ( ish ), irreverent knocker that have small aureoles and giant star nipples. When they're hard Jon says they're like chapel service hat pegs. I have a nice house, flat belly with a pubic bone that does stick out a bit. In my snatch lips I have 2 little Au ringing that Jon put in me. My clit is very spectacular and is usually sticking out between my lips. It's about an inch long with a little labialise head. Jon sometimes calls it my short dick. I don't own any bandeau, knickers, trousers, leggings or short circuit ; and 90 % of my doll and wearing apparel can be described as mini or micro. I used to be a very shy daughter, but I've now gone completely the early way, and get a great thrill from letting other citizenry see my body.

I hope that's enough to satisfy the mass 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 matter to 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 manufacture to deliver some fun. We've found one or two story that appear to be slightly rewritten copies of some of the textual matter in my daybook, and one or two that are very standardised to some of the adventures that we've had and that I've written about in my Journal. At inaugural I was a bit annoyed about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that mortal thought our adventures were sound enough to copy. I've started thinking that way as well.

Temping

I left my hairdressing job a spell back. The management were getting a bit fed-up with me taking so a great deal prison term off, so I quit.

I was getting a bit bored at the end of finish yr, and after discussing it with Jon I signed-on for a Temp way. I didn't do many jobs for them before quitting, but there were a mates that are worth telling you about.

The first was a business firm of Solicitors. It was only humble with 3 characterize canvasser and a mates of writing table. One of these was off sick and they needed someone for a couple of weeks to depend after visitant and do the filing. The firm was founded by the old man canvasser and the other 2 Solicitors are cleaning lady in their mid-thirties, both well over weighting.

The federal agency told me that I would have to line up smartly so the weekend before I started I made a duo of skirts that are to mid-thigh - long for me. Jon made for certain that they had dent up the rear and front. I wore them with rather modest baggy blouses that tucked into the dame.

When I got there I found that the office is up some steps right in the middle of town, and the receptionist's desk is right at the top of the stair. After I'd been introduced to everyone the Secretary 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 up - 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 to the highest degree of the first mates of Clarence Shepard Day Jr. getting used to the telephone system before I managed to relax 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 sneak a look to see who it was. If it were a man I'd let my knees part and watch their center 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 of my desk, but to a slight Angle. It's awful how the men would always sit on the seat that had the in force view up my annulus. I made sure that some of them really go distracted from their occupation there.

There are some filing cabinets just near the visitor seats and I made sure that I always had some text file that needed to be filed in the bottom storage locker.

My duties took me into the old man Solicitor's office staff quite a bit. When I handed him text file to bless I made certain that I bent forward so that he could look down the top of my blouse.

His office is one of these ‘ old world'blank space with bookcases all up the wall with a little step run to get up to them. After a distich of Clarence Shepard Day Jr. he started asking me to get the books that he wanted that were high up. I smiled the initiatory 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 younger, or about to snuff if with over-excitement.

The two female Solicitors were miserable things. I'm sure that they realised what was going on, but they never said anything, just gave me lot of work to do. The other secretaire always wore long skirts or trousers and never seemed to want to get into conversation. I caught her staring at me a duad of clip, and it was a salutary job that her desk faced away from the visitant's waiting surface area.

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



The s interesting 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 shite ), 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 told me that I had to wear thin my remote controlled egg every day.

The commencement morning went quite quickly, but at lunchtime, just as I was in the centre of serving an old dame, the egg got switched on. I was in mid-sentence when I suddenly gasped, bent over slightly and started shaking. After a few endorsement I managed to compile myself decent to await round for Jon. As I was looking the lilliputian old lady asked me if I was alright.

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

About 15 minutes later the pace of the vibrations 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 prevent pulling a nerve and stifling a screech.

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

After about an 60 minutes the egg got turned down to low and stayed like that for the rest of the afternoon. Twice during that meter I had to go to the toilet to dry myself.

The same matter happened for the next 3 Clarence Day. I never saw Jon once, and he denied being there when I asked him about it on an evening.

The last day started the same, but half way through the lunch period, just as I was building up to my mo orgasm, the egg went on to full. I had a really unmanageable sentence trying to concentrate and to look normal. I haven't a hint what the client must have thought. I know that some of the staff thought I was ill.

There was one girl who I think suspected what was going on, each time our eyes met she smiled at me with that knowing feeling.

The egg stayed on total for about another 60 minutes, it was suffering and great all at the same clock time. In the end, I looked up at the next customer and Jon smiled and asked me for a roil 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 luncheon and leftfield.

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,

Vanessa