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Hi, my name is genus Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound digit with blondish pilus. In 1998 I quit my boring cosmos in a piffling town in Second Earl of Guilford wheal and went to act as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the eastward Midlands of England. It was a brave decision to make as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advertisement in a BDSM cartridge clip that somebody had left in the hairdressers where I worked. I didn't really recognise what I was letting myself in for, but I really did need to do something because my living was so disconsolate and boring. Even the audience for the job was unbelievable, but I was so dire to exchange my life story 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 sprightliness, and he has since created a web web site that it is published on.

If you care to learn my daybook you will discover that my relationship with Jon is rather different to that of most employee and employer, but I have easily come to agnise that I have a life sentence that just could not be more satisfying or pleasurable. I love my life and all the trivial adventures that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a footling bit of hair that grows on my ramification, I have no consistency tomentum below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with small ( ish ), saucy boob that have small aureole and giant nipples. When they're punishing Jon says they're like chapel hat pegs. I have a squeamish house, flat stomach with a pubic ivory that does baffle out a bit. In my slit rim I have 2 lilliputian atomic number 79 rings that Jon put in me. My clit is very prominent and is usually sticking out between my lip. It's about an inch long with a little rotund head. Jon sometimes calls it my trivial dick. I don't own any bras, knee pants, trousers, leg covering or boxers ; and 90 % of my chick and attire 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 great thrill from letting other multitude see my body.

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

Jon told me to stop writing my Journal 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 ideas for little adventures or incidents that we could manufacture to have some fun. We've found one or two tarradiddle that appear to be slightly rewritten copies of some of the text in my diary, and one or two that are very alike 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 someone thought our adventure were salutary enough to simulate. 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 much time off, so I quit.

I was getting a bit bored at the end of hold out yr, and after discussing it with Jon I signed-on for a temporary worker federal agency. I didn't do many chore for them before quitting, but there were a duad that are worth telling you about.

The commencement was a house of Solicitors. It was only small with 3 restrict Solicitors and a couple of escritoire. One of these was off sick and they needed someone for a couple of weeks to look after visitors and do the filing. The business firm was founded by the old man canvasser and the other 2 Solicitors are womanhood in their XXX, both well over system of weights.

The way told me that I would give to dress smartly so the weekend before I started I made a pair of skirts that are to mid-thigh - long for me. Jon made sure that they had slits up the book binding and front. I wore them with rather modest baggy blouses that tucked into the skirts.

When I got there I found that the office is up some steps right in the middle of townsfolk, and the receptionist's desk is right at the top of the stairs. After I'd been introduced to everyone the Secretary showed me to my desk and told me that the female child that was off sick usually wore pant and pointed to the forepart of the desk. No modesty board. I told her that I didn't have any desirable trouser, which is almost avowedly - I don't have any pant. She just said,"Oh well, I'm sure you'll manage."I smiled and thought, ‘ you bet, this could be fun.'

I spent nearly of the initiatory couple of 24-hour interval getting used to the telephone system before I managed to relax and set off to make some fun.

Each prison term I heard the door at the bottom of the stair open I'd get back to my desk and hook a flavour to see who it was. If it were a man I'd let my knees part and watch their eyes 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 orbit that was in front of my desk, but to a slight Angle. It's amazing how the men would always sit on the seat that had the undecomposed panorama up my annulus. I made sure that some of them really go distracted from their business organisation there.

There are some filing cabinet just near the visitant seats and I made indisputable that I always had some document that needed to be filed in the bottom storage locker.

My tariff took me into the old man Solicitor's office quite a bit. When I handed him documents to sign I made sure that I bent forward so that he could look down the top of my blouse.

His office is one of these ‘ old world'places with bookcases all up the paries with a little tone run to get up to them. After a couple of days he started asking me to get the Word of God that he wanted that were in high spirits up. I smiled the number one 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 workweek he was either a lot younger, or about to snuffle if with over-excitement.

The two female Solicitors were hapless matter. I'm sure that they realised what was going on, but they never said anything, just gave me lots of work to do. The other Secretary always wore longsighted skirts or pant and never seemed to want to get into conversation. I caught her staring at me a couple of multiplication, and it was a goodness job that her desk faced away from the visitant's waiting orbit.

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



The endorse interesting Temp job that I did was a workweek in cafeteria in a big workshop. It wasn't the job that was interesting ( it was crap ), it was what Jon was doing to me whilst I worked. A little while after I told Jon what I was going to do he evidence me that I had to wear my remote control controlled egg every day.

The commencement morning went quite quickly, but at lunchtime, just as I was in the middle of serving an old lady, the egg got switched on. I was in mid-sentence when I suddenly gasped, bent-grass over slightly and started shaking. After a few minute I managed to write myself enough to look round for Jon. As I was looking the little old noblewoman asked me if I was alright.

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

About 15 minutes later the rate of the vibrations increased and I still couldn't see Jon. Then it got higher. I was in serious risk on cumming while serving a customer. I was starting to perspire and preserve pulling a case and stifling a thigh-slapper.

As I came the first time, one of the other little girl asked me if I was okay. What could I say,"Yes thank you, I'm just in the midriff of having an climax, and I'll be back to normal in a second !"

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

The Lapp affair happened for the next 3 days. 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 second orgasm, the egg went on to entire. I had a really difficult metre trying to centralize and to attend normal. I haven't a clue what the customer must have thought. I know that some of the staff thought I was ill.

There was one girlfriend who I think suspected what was going on, each metre our eyes met she smiled at me with that knowing look.

The egg stayed on full for about another hour, it was agony and heavy all at the Saami sentence. In the end, I looked up at the next client and Jon smiled and asked me for a boiled egg sandwich. Then he asked me if I was all right, as I looked all flustered. He left the egg on full phase of the moon until he'd finished his tiffin and left.

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.

honey,

Vanessa