Introduction

Hi, my epithet 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 boring beingness in a petty town in N Wales and went to shape as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the due east Midland of England. It was a intrepid decision to create as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advertisement in a BDSM magazine that someone had left in the hairdresser where I worked. I didn't really lie with what I was letting myself in for, but I really did call for to do something because my lifespan was so drab and drilling. Even the interview for the job was unbelievable, but I was so desperate to switch 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 indite a daybook of my new life, and he has since created a web site that it is published on.

If you care to read my Journal you will unwrap that my human relationship with Jon is rather different to that of about employee and employer, but I have easily come to realise that I have a life that just could not be more satisfying or pleasurable. I love my aliveness and all the little adventures that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a little bit of haircloth that grows on my legs, I have no body fuzz below my cervix. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with small ( ish ), impertinent white meat that have small aureoles and goliath nipple. When they're heavy Jon says they're like chapel hat pegs. I have a nice firm, mat stomach with a pubic bone that does stick out a bit. In my pussy sass I have 2 minuscule atomic number 79 ringing that Jon put in me. My clit is very prominent and is usually sticking out between my brim. It's about an in long with a little round head. Jon sometimes calls it my little gumshoe. I don't own any bras, knickers, trousers, leggings or shortstop ; and 90 % of my skirts and garb 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 rush from letting other multitude 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 interesting experiences that we have had since then.

Both Jon and I have been scouring the net looking for theme for piffling risky venture or incidents that we could manufacture to deliver some fun. We've found one or two account that appear to be slightly rewritten copy of some of the text in my Journal, and one or two that are very similar to some of the escapade 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 somebody thought our dangerous undertaking were expert enough to copy. I've started thinking that way as well.

Temping

I left my hairdressing job a piece back. The management were getting a bit fed-up with me taking so much fourth dimension off, so I quit.

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

The first was a firm of Solicitors. It was only low with 3 restrict Solicitors and a distich of escritoire. One of these was off sick and they needed person for a brace of weeks to look after visitant and do the filing. The firm was founded by the old man Solicitor and the other 2 Solicitors are char in their 1930s, both well over free weight.

The Agency told me that I would have to dress smartly so the weekend before I started I made a couple of annulus that are to mid-thigh - long for me. Jon made sure that they had dent up the dorsum and movement. I wore them with rather pocket-size baggy blouses that tucked into the chick.

When I got there I found that the federal agency is up some stairs right in the middle of town, and the receptionist's desk is right at the top of the stairs. After I'd been introduced to everyone the secretarial assistant showed me to my desk and told me that the girlfriend that was off chuck usually wore trouser and pointed to the social movement of the desk. No modesty card. I told her that I didn't have any desirable trousers, which is almost lawful - 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 most of the first span of days getting used to the phone system of rules before I managed to loosen up and start to have some fun.

Each time I heard the doorway at the tooshie of the stairs open I'd get back to my desk and purloin a smell to see who it was. If it were a man I'd let my human knee part and watch their eyes to see if they looked. If it was a hunky man and he looked, I'd let my genu drift even further apart.

After I'd phoned whoever to tell them that their visitor was there, I'd ask the visitant to sit in the waiting area that was in front line of my desk, but to a thin slant. It's amazing how the men would always sit on the tush that had the upright view up my skirt. I made sure that some of them really go distracted from their commercial enterprise there.

There are some filing cabinets just near the visitant bottom and I made sure that I always had some documents that needed to be filed in the tush cabinet.

My duties took me into the old man Solicitor's government agency quite a bit. When I handed him written document to signalise I made sure that I bent forward so that he could depend down the top of my blouse.

His office is one of these ‘ old macrocosm'places with bookcases all up the paries with a petty step ladder to get up to them. After a twain of sidereal day he started asking me to get the books that he wanted that were high up. I smiled the for the first time sentence 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 young, or about to snuff if with over-excitement.

The two female Solicitors were scummy things. I'm sure that they realised what was going on, but they never said anything, just gave me lots of study to do. The former Secretary always wore long chick or trousers and never seemed to require to get into conversation. I caught her staring at me a pair of meter, and it was a good job that her desk faced away from the visitor's waiting expanse.

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



The second interesting temporary worker job that I did was a calendar week in cafeteria in a big shop. It wasn't the job that was interesting ( it was dirt ), it was what Jon was doing to me whilst I worked. A inadequate while after I told Jon what I was going to do he severalize me that I had to wear my remote controlled egg every day.

The first morn went quite quickly, but at lunch period, just as I was in the heart of serving an old madam, the egg got switched on. I was in mid-sentence when I suddenly gasped, bent over slightly and started shaking. After a few seconds I managed to frame myself enough to look round for Jon. As I was looking the little old lady asked me if I was alright.

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

About 15 min later the footstep of the trembling increased and I still couldn't see Jon. Then it got higher. I was in grievous danger on cumming while serving a customer. I was starting to sweat and kept pulling a nerve and stifling a scream.

As I came the 1st fourth dimension, one of the other girlfriend asked me if I was okay. What could I say,"Yes thank you, I'm just in the eye of having an orgasm, and I'll be back to normal in a minute !"

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 like thing happened for the next 3 mean solar 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 lunchtime, just as I was building up to my second orgasm, the egg went on to full. I had a really difficult prison term trying to decoct and to count convention. I haven't a hint what the customer 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 sentence our eyes met she smiled at me with that knowing feeling.

The egg stayed on full for about another minute, it was agony and expectant all at the Saame fourth dimension. In the end, I looked up at the future customer 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 until he'd finished his lunch and leftfield.

Jon's told me that I can do some more Temping business if I want, I'll go into the government agency every so often and see what they've got.

Love,

Vanessa