The Lost Bet ( 1 )


Introduction

Hi, my name is Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound figure with blondish hair. In 1998 I quit my drill existence in a little townspeople in North Wales and went to function as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East Midland of England. It was a brave out decision to make up as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advert in a BDSM magazine that someone had left in the hairdresser where I worked. I didn't really cognise what I was letting myself in for, but I really did require to do something because my lifespan was so dreary and drilling. Even the interview for the job was unbelievable, but I was so desperate 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 save a Journal of my new animation, and he has since created a web land site that it is published on.

If you care to read my Journal you will discover that my relationship with Jon is rather different to that of nearly employee and employer, but I have easily come to see that I have a living that just could not be more satisfying or pleasurable. I love my life history and all the trivial adventures that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a fiddling bit of hair that grows on my leg, I have no physical structure fuzz below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with small ( ish ), pert breasts that have small aureoles and giant nipples. When they're difficult Jon says they're like chapel hat tholepin. I have a prissy firm, plane stomach with a pubic bone that does stick out a bit. In my purulent lips I have 2 lilliputian gold annulus 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 piddling troll straits. Jon sometimes calls it my niggling tool. I don't own any brassiere, knee breeches, pant, legging or shorts ; and 90 % of my skirts and dresses can be described as mini or micro. I used to be a very shy little girl, but I've now gone completely the early way, and get a dandy thrill from letting other citizenry see my body.

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

Jon told me to stop over 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 musical theme for piddling escapade or incidents that we could cook up to have some fun. We've found one or two taradiddle that appear to be slightly rewritten copy of some of the school text in my diary, and one or two that are very similar to some of the dangerous undertaking that we've had and that I've written about in my Journal. At first I was a bit vex about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that individual thought our adventures were good enough to copy. I've started thinking that way as well.

The Lost Bet

One Dominicus live summer Jon was watching a F1 grand Prix. Trying to show some interestingness I asked Jon who was winning. His reply didn't make a good deal sense 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 happy when he told me that I had lost and told me that as the forfeit, I would experience to do something peculiar 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 planetary house at 8 o'clock. We all piled into Jon's car and he drove us to somewhere in West Yorkshire. It was a rugby club, but I've no idea where. We 3 daughter were to provide waitress avail for the deglutition whilst a comedian did his display. We were the only women there. The comedian was genuine down-to-earth and quite disgusting really. Quite funny as well. Oh, we had to don just ultra-short skirts and shoes - naught else.

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

As the comedian was coming to the end of his show he asked me to go to a room at the incline of the microscope stage. Jon was waiting for me and he gave me a schoolgirl's uniform ( fill out with bra and atrocious schoolgirl knickers ) to put on, and then a coterie of fag to put down my blouse. He then told me that we were going to contribute a show standardized to the one that we'd put on in the Canaries a few age ago.

Jon put on one of those teacher'two-dimensional hat affair and a scrubs, and we went out. On the point Jon pretended to be the teacher 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 look me.

He told me to take my blouse off. I did, tucking the cigarettes into the band of my skirt as I did so. Next it was the bra, then the bird. Finally it was the navy blue angel 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 backside facing the audience. Jon gave me 5 strokes in warm succession. As always, after each one I thanked him.

I then had to spread my ramification as wide as I could, giving the interview an even dear view of my dripping pussy. As I did so I saw Vicky and Bridie through my clear leg, each of them was sitting on a man's knee with the man 's helping hand 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 bout onto my pussy.

I came during the next and live 5. I needed to put one hand down on the floor to stop 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 wind all sort of comments from the crowd.

Next Jon asked if it was anyone's natal day. When he got no reply he asked if it was a rat nighttime. The whole crowd pointed at one young man and called out the name martin. Jon then asked Bridie and Vicky to contribute Martin up onto the stage.

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

Jon then asked the interview if Martin should facilitate to penalise the naughty schoolgirl. Guess what everyone said ?

I then had to stoop over again while Mary Martin first stuck a brace of fingers in my pussy, and then hit my nates 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 strip him. Vicky and Bridie were on him in a flash bulb, and got his clothes off, even though he was struggling a bit. He had a tractor trailer that he was trying to cover-up. Pointing at Martin's semitrailer, Jon told Vicky and Bridie to do something about that. While Vicky and Bridget played with and sucked Steve Martin's dick, Jon told me to squat down on Mary Martin face.

Poor Martin, he was in Heaven and inferno. After a couple of second, Jon got a safety out of his pouch 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 Steve Martin's dick.

That was the first time that Jon has told me to fuck another man. I was a bit surprise at first, and as I was standing up I looked at Jon who gave a little 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 longsighted before I could feel Dino Paul Crocetti cum so I went down as hard as I could and then lay back. As his dick went soft I could feel it sliding out of me.

When St. Martin finally flopped right out, Jon told me to get Martin'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 show would experience been over then, but Jon had one Thomas More matter 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 human knee and spank me, they could, but for no longsighted than 20 seconds each. He asked everyone to play fairly so that everyone who wanted to could make a go.

I looked round and there must suffer been 50 or 60 men in there. I was a bit scared, but I knew that Jon would crap sure that I was okay.

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

In the succeeding 30 or 40 minutes my ass got cherry-red and ruddy and more painful. My purulent got more and sorer as it got finger fucked by about 50 Young men. My teat got squirm, pulled and pinched until they were very tenderise. I even got a couple of fingers pushed into my backside.

After about the 15th articulatio genus it all got to be a bit of a sexual high haze. I came 2 or 3 sentence and the men had to get up me from knee to knee. I remember slipping out of the hands and falling onto the trading floor once. It wasn't the men's fault ; I was covered in sweat and pussycat juice.

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

When I finally got back to where I started I was absolutely shattered, I could hardly stand up. Vicky and Bridie had to withstand 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 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 warm water soothing my irritating backside.

I was just starting to feel something like normal when Steve Martin came in with a tray of drinking. Jon invited him to join 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 fingerbreadth or two in their pussies.

Altogether, a most unexpected by enjoyable forfeit. I think I will take in to have a few more bet with Jon.

Love,

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