first appearance

Hi, my name is Vanessa. I was born in Dec 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound pattern with blondish hair. In 1998 I quit my boring world in a little town in northward Cambria and went to play as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the Orient Midlands of England. It was a brave decision to make as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advert in a BDSM clip that someone had left in the hairdresser where I worked. I didn't really know what I was letting myself in for, but I really did ask to do something because my living was so drab and oil production. Even the interview for the job was unbelievable, but I was so desperate to transfer my animation 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 daybook of my new lifetime, and he has since created a web site that it is published on.

If you care to take my daybook you will expose that my relationship with Jon is rather different to that of most employee and employer, but I have easily come to realise that I have a life-time that just could not be more satisfying or gratifying. I love my life and all the little dangerous undertaking that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a piffling bit of pilus that grows on my legs, I have no consistence hair's-breadth below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with low ( ish ), pert breasts that have small aureoles and heavyweight nipples. When they're tough Jon says they're like chapel hat tholepin. I have a prissy house, matted stomach with a pubic off-white that does stick out a bit. In my pussy back talk I have 2 little amber rings that Jon put in me. My clit is very prominent and is usually sticking out between my lips. It's about an inch long with a little round nous. Jon sometimes calls it my little peter. I don't own any bra, knee pants, trousers, legging or shorts ; and 90 % of my bird and dresses 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 frisson from letting other people see my body.

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

Jon told me to stop writing my daybook in the summer of 1999, but has recently asked me to document, some of the more interest experiences that we have had since then.

Both Jon and I have been scouring the net looking for mind for little escapade or incidents that we could make up to experience 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 adventure that we've had and that I've written about in my daybook. At first I was a bit bother about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that individual thought our escapade were undecomposed enough to copy. I've started thinking that way as well.

Temping

I left my hairdressing job a while back. The direction were getting a bit fed-up with me taking so much meter off, so I quit.

I was getting a bit bored at the end of lastly twelvemonth, and after discussing it with Jon I signed-on for a temp Agency. I didn't do many Job for them before quitting, but there were a couple that are Worth telling you about.

The first was a firm of canvasser. It was only lowly with 3 qualified solicitor and a couple of escritoire. One of these was off sickish and they needed someone for a couple of weeks to look after visitor and do the filing. The firm was founded by the old man Solicitor and the other 2 Solicitors are women in their thirties, both well over weight.

The Agency told me that I would hold to plume smartly so the weekend before I started I made a couple of skirts that are to mid-thigh - long for me. Jon made certainly that they had prick up the rear and movement. I wore them with rather minor baggy blouses that tucked into the skirts.

When I got there I found that the office is up some step right in the eye of town, and the receptionist's desk is powerful 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 fille that was off sick usually wore trouser and pointed to the front line of the desk. No reserve board. I told her that I didn't have any suitable trousers, which is almost true - 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 24-hour interval getting used to the telephone system before I managed to loose and start to receive some fun.

Each clock time I heard the door at the bottom of the steps open I'd get back to my desk and snarf a look to see who it was. If it were a man I'd let my stifle part and watch their center 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 distinguish them that their visitor was there, I'd ask the visitors to sit in the waiting sphere that was in front of my desk, but to a slim angle. It's flummox how the men would always sit on the seat that had the C. H. Best panorama up my skirt. I made sure that some of them really go distracted from their job there.

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

My obligation took me into the old man canvasser's office quite a bit. When I handed him written document to subscribe I made sure that I bent forward so that he could reckon down the top of my blouse.

His office is one of these ‘ old man'places with bookcases all up the walls with a petty step ladder to get up to them. After a yoke of solar day he started asking me to get the books that he wanted that were high up. I smiled the 1st clip 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 vernal, or about to snuffle if with over-excitement.

The two female person Solicitors were miserable affair. I'm sure that they realised what was going on, but they never said anything, just gave me lots of work to do. The early Secretary always wore long skirts or trousers and never seemed to want to get into conversation. I caught her staring at me a match of times, and it was a serious job that her desk faced away from the visitor's waiting area.

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 second interest temp job that I did was a workweek in cafeteria in a big shop. It wasn't the job that was interesting ( it was crap ), it was what Jon was doing to me whilst I worked. A curtly while after I told Jon what I was going to do he secernate me that I had to assume my remote controlled egg every day.

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

The egg was on low so I managed to keep serving customer while I looked beat for Jon. I couldn't see him anywhere.

About 15 minutes later the pace of the shakiness increased and I still couldn't see Jon. Then it got higher. I was in serious peril on cumming while serving a customer. I was starting to sweat and kept pulling a face and stifling a screech.

As I came the starting time time, one of the other girls asked me if I was okay. What could I say,"Yes thank you, I'm just in the middle of having an orgasm, and I'll be back to normal in a minute !"

After about an minute 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 Same thing happened for the next 3 days. I never saw Jon once, and he denied being there when I asked him about it on an even.

The hold out day started the Sami, 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 sentence trying to concentrate and to look normal. I haven't a clue what the customers must feature thought. I know that some of the staff thought I was ill.

There was one missy who I think suspected what was going on, each time our eye met she smiled at me with that knowing look.

The egg stayed on total for about another hour, it was agony and dandy all at the same prison term. In the end, I looked up at the following 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 until he'd finished his lunch and left.

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

beloved,

Vanessa