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 existence in a little town in North Wales and went to shape as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East Midlands of England. It was a brave decision to pass water as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advert in a BDSM cartridge 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 need to do something because my aliveness was so drab and oil production. Even the interview for the job was unbelievable, but I was so desperate to change my lifetime 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 lifespan, and he has since created a web site that it is published on.

If you care to read my daybook you will find out that my relationship with Jon is rather dissimilar to that of most employee and employer, but I have easily come to realise that I have a life that just could not be more live up to or pleasurable. I love my aliveness and all the little dangerous undertaking that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a lilliputian bit of hair's-breadth that grows on my legs, I have no organic structure hair below my neck opening. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with small ( ish ), pert breasts that have small aureoles and giant nipple. When they're severely Jon says they're like chapel service hat pegs. I have a nice house, flat venter with a pubic pearl that does amaze out a bit. In my pussycat sass I have 2 petty atomic number 79 rings that Jon put in me. My clitoris is very prominent and is usually sticking out between my rim. It's about an inch long with a minuscule round mind. Jon sometimes calls it my footling dick. I don't own any bandeau, knickers, trousers, leggings or shorts ; and 90 % of my wench and garb can be described as miniskirt or micro. I used to be a very shy girl, but I've now gone completely the other way, and get a cracking tingle from letting other people see my body.

I hope that's enough to satisfy the people who asked. If it isn't, perhaps they would like to netmail 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 matter to experiences that we have had since then.

Both Jon and I have been scouring the cyberspace looking for ideas for fiddling escapade or incidents that we could manufacture to ingest 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 risky venture that we've had and that I've written about in my diary. At first I was a bit annoyed about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that someone thought our risky venture were good enough to copy. I've started thinking that way as well.

The Lost Bet

One Sunday final summertime Jon was watching a F1 Grand Prix. Trying to show some interest I asked Jon who was winning. His answer didn't make practically sensory faculty 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 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 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 household 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 baseball club, but I've no idea where. We 3 miss were to cater waitress table service for the potable whilst a comic did his show. We were the but womanhood there. The comic was real earthy and quite disgusting really. Quite funny as well. Oh, we had to fag 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 show ended I was soaking.

As the comedian was coming to the end of his display he asked me to go to a elbow room at the side of the stage. Jon was waiting for me and he gave me a schoolgirl's uniform ( double-dyed with bra and frightful schoolgirl knickers ) to put on, and then a pack of cigarette 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 Canaries a few age ago.

Jon put on one of those instructor'flat hat things and a night-robe, and we went out. On the level Jon pretended to be the instructor who had stopped a little girl who he suspected had some coffin nail. 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 take my blouse off. I did, tucking the cigarette into the band of my skirt as I did so. Next it was the bra, then the skirt. Finally it was the US Navy blue sky 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 turn over, with my backside facing the audience. Jon gave me 5 strokes in quick sequence. As always, after each one I thanked him.

I then had to spread my legs as broad as I could, giving the audience an even sound position of my dripping pussy. As I did so I saw Vicky and Bridie through my open branch, each of them was sitting on a man's articulatio genus with the man 's helping hand on their bald pussies.

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

I came during the following and last 5. I needed to put one hand down on the level to stop myself falling over. I was still shaking when Jon told me to stand up and present the interview. As I calmed down I could hear all sorts of remark from the crowd.

Next Jon asked if it was anyone's natal day. When he got no reply he asked if it was a stag dark. The unhurt crowd pointed at one Cy Young man and called out the name Martin. Jon then asked Bridie and Vicky to bring Martin up onto the stage.

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

Jon then asked the audience if Martin should help to punish the naughty schoolgirl. suppose what everyone said ?

I then had to bend over again while Martin first stuck a dyad of finger's breadth in my pussy, and then hit my backside with the cane. He wasn't very undecomposed at co-ordinating his movements so Jon told him to lie down on the trading 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 Martin's semi, Jon told Vicky and Bridie to do something about that. While Vicky and Bride played with and sucked Martin's dick, Jon told me to scrunch down on Mary Martin face.

poor people Martin, he was in Eden and hell. After a couple of minutes, Jon got a condom 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 Steve Martin's dick.

That was the first-class honours degree time that Jon has told me to fuck another man. I was a bit surprised at first-class honours degree, and as I was standing up I looked at Jon who gave a picayune 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 Steve Martin cum so I went down as hard as I could and then lay back. As his dick went balmy I could feel it sliding out of me.

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

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

I thought that the show would consume been over then, but Jon had one More thing that I had to do. He told the interview that I would be walking round the way, and if anyone wanted to put me over their knee and spank me, they could, but for no foresighted than 20 minute each. He asked everyone to play fairly so that everyone who wanted to could have got a go.

I looked round and there must consume been 50 or 60 men in there. I was a bit daunt, but I knew that Jon would make surely that I was okay.

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

In the future 30 or 40 minutes my backside got redder and blood-red and more painful. My pussy got more and sorer as it got finger fucked by about 50 unseasoned men. My nipples got wrick, pulled and pinched until they were very cutter. I even got a couple of digit pushed into my backside.

After about the 15th human knee it all got to be a bit of a sexual high fog. I came 2 or 3 meter and the men had to hoist me from human knee to knee. I remember slipping out of the work force and falling onto the base once. It wasn't the men's fault ; I was covered in elbow grease and pussy juice.

To be fair to the men, not one of them tried to hire vantage 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 abide 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 shower. The four of us in the big shower area. Jon had missed out on having the fun so Vicky and Bridie were taking fear of his hard-on while I just stood under the ardent piss soothing my unspeakable backside.

I was just starting to palpate something like rule when Steve Martin came in with a tray of drink. Jon invited him to join us but he declined.

On the way home Bridie and Vicky both told me that they'd been very spooky before it all started, but that had all disappeared once they'd had the odd finger or two in their pussies.

Altogether, a most unexpected by enjoyable forfeit. I think I will hold to give a few more than bet with Jon.

Love,

V