intro

Hi, my name is Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound name with blondish whisker. In 1998 I quit my tiresome existence in a niggling town in North Wales and went to forge as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the Orient Midland of England. It was a gay decision to constitute as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advert in a BDSM clip that individual had left in the stylist where I worked. I didn't really get laid what I was letting myself in for, but I really did ask to do something because my sprightliness was so drab and boring. Even the interview for the job was incredible, 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 life, and he has since created a web internet site that it is published on.

If you care to scan my diary you will light upon that my human relationship with Jon is rather different to that of most employee and employer, but I have easily come to bring in that I have a lifespan that just could not be more fill or pleasurable. I love my life sentence and all the little escapade that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a little bit of hairsbreadth that grows on my legs, I have no eubstance hair below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with small ( ish ), saucy chest that have little aureoles and behemoth tit. When they're hard Jon says they're like chapel hat pegs. I have a prissy firm, flat abdomen with a pubic off-white that does stick out a bit. In my pussy lips I have 2 little gold gang that Jon put in me. My button is very prominent and is usually sticking out between my lips. It's about an inch long with a minuscule around head. Jon sometimes calls it my petty pecker. I don't own any bras, knickers, pant, leggings or shorts ; and 90 % of my skirt and apparel can be described as mini or micro. I used to be a very shy girl, but I've now gone completely the other way, and get a with child boot from letting other citizenry see my body.

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

Jon told me to stop writing my diary in the summertime 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 estimate for little adventures or incidents that we could manufacture to have some fun. We've found one or two fib that appear to be slightly rewritten transcript of some of the school 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 Journal. At first I was a bit annoyed about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that soul thought our escapade were good enough to simulate. I've started thinking that way as well.

The Lost Bet

One Dominicus lastly summer Jon was watching a F1 Grand Prix. Trying to show some interest I asked Jon who was winning. His reply didn't make practically mother wit 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 felicitous when he told me that I had lost and told me that as the forfeit, I would make 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 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 house at 8 o'clock. We all piled into Jon's car and he drove us to somewhere in western United States Yorkshire. It was a rugger club, but I've no idea where. We 3 young woman were to provide waitress help for the drinks whilst a comedian did his show. We were the only if cleaning woman there. The comedian was real earthy and quite disgusting really. Quite amusing as well. Oh, we had to wear down just ultra-short skirts and shoes - 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 comedian was coming to the end of his show he asked me to go to a way at the side of the stage. Jon was waiting for me and he gave me a schoolgirl's uniform ( complete with bra and horrible schoolgirl knickers ) to put on, and then a pack of cigaret to put down my blouse. He then told me that we were going to consecrate a display alike to the one that we'd put on in the stoolpigeon a few years ago.

Jon put on one of those teachers'flat hat things and a robe, and we went out. On the stage Jon pretended to be the teacher who had stopped a girl who he suspected had some fag. 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 seek me.

He told me to make my blouse off. I did, tucking the cigarettes into the lot of my skirt as I did so. Next it was the bra, then the skirt. Finally it was the navy blue 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 crouch over, with my backside facing the audience. Jon gave me 5 shot in warm succession. As always, after each one I thanked him.

I then had to open my stage as wide as I could, giving the audience an even skilful view of my dripping slit. As I did so I saw Vicky and Bridie through my clear stage, each of them was sitting on a man's human knee with the man 's deal on their bald pussy.

Jon then gave me 10 more separatrix 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 next and lowest 5. I needed to put one hand down on the floor to break myself falling over. I was still shaking when Jon told me to stand up and face the audience. As I calmed down I could get a line all sorts of remark from the crowd.

Next Jon asked if it was anyone's birthday. When he got no answer he asked if it was a stag night. The whole crowd pointed at one young man and called out the epithet Martin. Jon then asked Bridie and Vicky to bestow martin up onto the stage.

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

Jon then asked the interview if Mary Martin should serve to punish the naughty schoolgirl. pretend what everyone said ?

I then had to twist over again while Dino Paul Crocetti first stuck a duo of fingers in my pussy, and then hit my butt with the cane. He wasn't very estimable at co-ordinating his bowel movement so Jon told him to lie down on the floor. When he was down, Jon told Vicky and Birdie to uncase him. Vicky and Bridie were on him in a flashing, and got his wearing apparel off, even though he was struggling a bit. He had a trailer truck that he was trying to cover-up. Pointing at Martin's articulated lorry, Jon told Vicky and Bridie to do something about that. While Vicky and Saint Bride played with and sucked Martin's dick, Jon told me to crouch down on Mary Martin face.

Poor Steve Martin, he was in heaven and hell. After a yoke of minutes, Jon got a condom out of his air 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 Mary Martin's dick.

That was the showtime time that Jon has told me to fuck another man. I was a bit surprise at offset, and as I was standing up I looked at Jon who gave a short nod.

I lowered myself down and then started going up and down on my knees. 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 Dino Paul Crocetti cum so I went down as intemperately as I could and then lay back. As his dick went soft I could sense it sliding out of me.

When martin finally flopped right out, Jon told me to get Dean Martin's clothes, take him into the changing room then total back.

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

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

I looked troll and there must have been 50 or 60 men in there. I was a bit scared, but I knew that Jon would attain certainly that I was okay.

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

In the next 30 or 40 minutes my stern got redder and red and more painful. My pussy got more and sorer as it got finger fucked by about 50 Danton True Young men. My nipples got twisted, pulled and pinched until they were very tender. I even got a duet of fingers pushed into my backside.

After about the 15th knee it all got to be a bit of a sexual senior high haze. I came 2 or 3 prison term and the men had to lift me from knee to knee. I remember slipping out of the hands and falling onto the floor once. It wasn't the men's fault ; I was covered in elbow grease and cunt juice.

To be fair to the men, not one of them tried to take advantage 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 tattered, 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 penalize me we all went to the changing room and into the showers. The four of us in the big shower domain. 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 water soothing my dreadful backside.

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

On the way 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 forfeit. I think I will have to cause a few more than bets with Jon.

Love,

V