Introduction

Hi, my name is genus Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound build with blondish tomentum. In 1998 I quit my boring universe in a little town in magnetic north Wales and went to sour as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East Midlands of England. It was a brave decision to construct 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 postulate to do something because my life was so drab and drilling. Even the interview for the job was unbelievable, but I was so desperate to deepen my life-time 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 sentence, and he has since created a web website that it is published on.

If you care to say my journal you will describe that my kinship with Jon is rather unlike to that of most employee and employer, but I have easily come to recognize that I have a biography that just could not be more fulfil or enjoyable. I love my sprightliness and all the lilliputian escapade that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a little bit of pilus that grows on my legs, I have no physical structure hair's-breadth below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with minor ( ish ), irreverent white meat that have small aura and giant nipples. When they're hard Jon says they're like chapel service hat stick. I have a nice house, mat venter with a pubic bone that does perplex out a bit. In my pussy brim I have 2 little amber doughnut 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 head. Jon sometimes calls it my little dick. I don't own any bandeau, knickers, trousers, leggings or boxers ; and 90 % of my skirts and frock can be described as mini or micro. I used to be a very shy missy, but I've now gone completely the early way, and get a dandy thrill from letting former people see my body.

I hope that's enough to fulfil the citizenry who asked. If it isn't, perhaps they would care to email me with particular 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 approximation for footling adventures or incidents that we could manufacture to have some fun. We've found one or two stories that appear to be slightly rewritten copies of some of the text 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 daybook. At first I was a bit roiled about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that mortal thought our adventures were good enough to copy. I've started thinking that way as well.

The Lost Bet

One Sunday last summer Jon was watching a F1 Grand Prix. Trying to show some pastime I asked Jon who was winning. His reply didn't make practically signified 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 glad when he told me that I had lost and told me that as the forfeit, I would have 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 calendar month before I had to pay my forfeiture. 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 Dame Rebecca West Yorkshire. It was a rugby club, but I've no idea where. We 3 girls were to provide wait service for the deglutition whilst a comic did his show. We were the alone women there. The comedian was literal earthy and quite disgusting really. Quite mirthful as well. Oh, we had to wear just ultra-short skirts and shoes - goose egg else.

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

As the comedian was coming to the end of his show he asked me to go to a way 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 horrible schoolgirl bloomers ) to put on, and then a multitude of coffin nail to put down my blouse. He then told me that we were going to give a show similar to the one that we'd put on in the canary a few years ago.

Jon put on one of those teacher'flat hat thing and a gown, and we went out. On the level Jon pretended to be the teacher who had stopped a female child 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 strike my blouse off. I did, tucking the cigarette into the ring of my skirt as I did so. Next it was the bra, then the doll. Finally it was the navy blue blue devil knee pants. 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 backside facing the interview. Jon gave me 5 strokes in speedy chronological succession. As always, after each one I thanked him.

I then had to circularize my stage as panoptic as I could, giving the audience an even better view of my dripping pussy. As I did so I saw Vicky and Bridie through my open pegleg, each of them was sitting on a man's knee with the man 's mitt on their bald pussies.

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

I came during the next and lastly 5. I needed to put one script down on the floor to block myself falling over. I was still shaking when Jon told me to stand up and face the audience. As I calmed down I could listen all sorts of gossip from the crowd.

Next Jon asked if it was anyone's birthday. When he got no reply he asked if it was a stag nighttime. The whole crowd pointed at one immature man and called out the gens Steve Martin. Jon then asked Bridie and Vicky to bring Martin up onto the stage.

poor people St. Martin, he was so embarrassed, even though he was a bit drunk.

Jon then asked the consultation if Martin should help oneself to punish the spicy schoolgirl. guess what everyone said ?

I then had to bend over again while Dino Paul Crocetti first stuck a duet of fingers in my pussy, and then hit my fanny with the cane. He wasn't very trade 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 strip 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 St. Martin's trucking rig, Jon told Vicky and Bridie to do something about that. While Vicky and bride played with and sucked Martin's pecker, Jon told me to squat down on Dean Martin face.

poor people Martin, he was in heaven and hell. After a couple of minutes, Jon got a rubber 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 impale myself on Martin's dick.

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

I lowered myself down and then started going up and down on my genu. 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 long before I could feel Dean Martin cum so I went down as heavy as I could and then lay back. As his cock went soft I could feel it sliding out of me.

When Mary Martin finally flopped right out, Jon told me to get Martin's clothes, take him into the changing way then fall back.

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

I thought that the display would own 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 mo each. He asked everyone to dally fairly so that everyone who wanted to could have a go.

I looked beat and there must have been 50 or 60 men in there. I was a bit dash, but I knew that Jon would realise surely that I was okay.

I looked at Jon then went over to the box of the way and asked the vernal man if he wanted to spank me.

In the next 30 or 40 minutes my hindquarters got redder and redder and more painful. My pussy got more and sorer as it got finger fucked by about 50 Danton True Young men. My mammilla got twisted, pulled and pinched until they were very attender. I even got a yoke of fingerbreadth pushed into my backside.

After about the 15th knee it all got to be a bit of a intimate high fog. I came 2 or 3 times and the men had to face-lift me from knee to knee. I remember slipping out of the manus and falling onto the floor once. It wasn't the men's fault ; I was covered in sweat and pussy succus.

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

When I finally got back to where I started I was absolutely shattered, I could hardly brook 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 exhibitor. The four of us in the big shower sphere. 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 pee soothing my painful backside.

I was just starting to feel something like pattern when Dean Martin came in with a tray of crapulence. Jon invited him to join us but he declined.

On the way nursing home 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.

birthday suit, a most unexpected by pleasurable sacrifice. I think I will consume to consume a few more bet with Jon.

erotic love,

V