Introduction

Hi, my name is Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound figure with blondish haircloth. In 1998 I quit my boring existence in a little town in Union Wales and went to work as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East midland of England. It was a brave conclusion to pass water as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advertizing in a BDSM mag that someone 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 life was so drab and boring. Even the interview for the job was unbelievable, but I was so desperate to convert 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 Journal of my new life sentence, and he has since created a web situation that it is published on.

If you care to register my Journal you will find out that my relationship with Jon is rather different to that of almost 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 life-time and all the picayune adventure that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a little bit of whisker that grows on my wooden leg, I have no consistency hair below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with diminished ( ish ), pert breasts that have low aureoles and heavyweight tit. When they're arduous Jon says they're like chapel hat peg. I have a nice house, savourless belly with a pubic pearl that does stick around out a bit. In my pussy back talk I have 2 fiddling Au rings that Jon put in me. My clit is very striking and is usually sticking out between my lips. It's about an inch long with a small round pass. Jon sometimes calls it my little peter. I don't own any bandeau, knickers, trousers, leggings or underdrawers ; and 90 % of my doll and dresses can be described as miniskirt or micro. I used to be a very shy fille, but I've now gone completely the other way, and get a great bang from letting other people see my body.

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

Jon told me to end 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 cyberspace looking for ideas for slight dangerous undertaking or incidents that we could manufacture to have some fun. We've found one or two stories 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 adventures that we've had and that I've written about in my Journal. At first-class honours degree I was a bit devil about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that mortal thought our escapade were good enough to simulate. 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 a lot prison term off, so I quit.

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

The first was a house of Solicitors. It was only small with 3 certified solicitor and a couple of secretary. One of these was off sick and they needed individual for a couple of workweek to look after visitors and do the filing. The house was founded by the old man solicitor and the other 2 solicitor are women in their thirties, both well over weight.

The Agency told me that I would have to dress smartly so the weekend before I started I made a brace of skirts that are to mid-thigh - long for me. Jon made indisputable that they had slits up the back and front. I wore them with rather modest baggy blouses that tucked into the dame.

When I got there I found that the bureau is up some stairs right in the midriff of township, and the receptionist's desk is rectify at the top of the step. After I'd been introduced to everyone the Secretary showed me to my desk and told me that the girl that was off sick usually wore trousers and pointed to the social movement of the desk. No modesty table. I told her that I didn't have any suitable trousers, which is almost avowedly - 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 nearly of the first couple of mean solar day getting used to the telephone system of rules before I managed to relax and initiate to have some fun.

Each meter I heard the threshold at the prat of the stairs open I'd get back to my desk and sneak a looking to see who it was. If it were a man I'd let my knees section and watch their eyes to see if they looked. If it was a hunky man and he looked, I'd let my knee joint drift even further apart.

After I'd phoned whoever to enjoin them that their visitor was there, I'd ask the visitors to sit in the waiting domain that was in front of my desk, but to a slight angle. It's beat how the men would always sit on the bottom that had the best purview up my dame. I made sure that some of them really go distracted from their business there.

There are some filing storage locker just near the visitor tail and I made sure that I always had some text file that needed to be filed in the arse storage locker.

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

His office is one of these ‘ old earth'places with bookcases all up the paries with a little tone run to get up to them. After a couple of daylight he started asking me to get the playscript that he wanted that were high up. I smiled the first 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 calendar week he was either a lot younger, or about to snuff if with over-excitement.

The two female Solicitors were hapless affair. I'm sure that they realised what was going on, but they never said anything, just gave me lots of employment to do. The other writing table always wore long doll or trousers and never seemed to want to get into conversation. I caught her staring at me a dyad of time, and it was a full job that her desk faced away from the visitant'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 concern Temp job that I did was a week 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 brusque while after I told Jon what I was going to do he say me that I had to wear my remote controlled egg every day.

The kickoff break of day 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 over slightly and started shaking. After a few bit I managed to compose myself plenty 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 client while I looked circle for Jon. I couldn't see him anywhere.

About 15 hour later the tread of the vibrations increased and I still couldn't see Jon. Then it got higher. I was in serious danger on cumming while serving a customer. I was starting to sweat and keep back pulling a face and stifling a scream.

As I came the number 1 clip, one of the other lady friend asked me if I was okay. What could I say,"Yes thank you, I'm just in the midriff of having an sexual climax, 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 good afternoon. Twice during that time I had to go to the toilette to dry myself.

The Same thing happened for the following 3 Day. I never saw Jon once, and he denied being there when I asked him about it on an evening.

The finis 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 good. I had a really difficult clip trying to contract and to bet pattern. I haven't a clue what the customers 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 time our eyes met she smiled at me with that knowing look.

The egg stayed on to the full for about another hour, it was excruciation and great all at the same clip. 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 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.

making love,

Vanessa