Introduction

Hi, my name is Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound image with blondish hair. In 1998 I quit my boring beingness in a little town in North Cambria and went to work as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the eastward midland of England. It was a braw conclusion to shit as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advertizing in a BDSM magazine that somebody had left in the hairstylist 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 drear and oil production. Even the interview for the job was unconvincing, but I was so heroic 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 write a Journal of my new life story, and he has since created a web website that it is published on.

If you care to scan my Journal you will discover that my relationship with Jon is rather different to that of well-nigh employee and employer, but I have easily come to recognize that I have a life that just could not be more satisfying or gratifying. I love my life and all the little adventures that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a little bit of hair that grows on my branch, I have no body hairsbreadth below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with pocket-size ( ish ), pert knocker that have small aureoles and giant nipples. When they're hard Jon says they're like chapel hat pegs. I have a nice house, bland stomach with a pubic bone that does stick out a bit. In my pussy sassing I have 2 little gold rings that Jon put in me. My button is very prominent and is usually sticking out between my lips. It's about an inch long with a little round principal. Jon sometimes calls it my little dick. I don't own any brassiere, drawers, pant, leggings or shorts ; and 90 % of my skirts and frock 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 great kick from letting former multitude see my body.

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

Jon told me to stop writing my Journal in the summertime 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 Internet looking for ideas for little adventures or incidents that we could manufacture to stimulate some fun. We've found one or two news report that appear to be slightly rewritten copies of some of the text in my Journal, and one or two that are very standardized to some of the adventures that we've had and that I've written about in my diary. At first I was a bit miffed about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that individual thought our adventures were good enough to re-create. 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 often meter 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 caper for them before quitting, but there were a couple that are Worth telling you about.

The number one was a firm of canvasser. It was only low with 3 qualified canvasser and a couple of secretaire. One of these was off disgusted and they needed someone for a distich of calendar week to face after visitors and do the filing. The firm was founded by the old man Solicitor and the early 2 Solicitors are women in their thirties, both well over exercising weight.

The means told me that I would experience to dress smartly so the weekend before I started I made a couplet of dame that are to mid-thigh - long for me. Jon made sure that they had slits up the back and front. I wore them with rather mild baggy blouses that tucked into the annulus.

When I got there I found that the function is up some stairs right in the midsection of Ithiel Town, and the receptionist's desk is right at the top of the stairs. After I'd been introduced to everyone the secretaire showed me to my desk and told me that the girl that was off sick usually wore trousers and pointed to the straw man of the desk. No modesty board. I told her that I didn't have any suited 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 nearly of the for the first time couple of Clarence Shepard Day Jr. getting used to the telephone system before I managed to relax and commence to accept some fun.

Each prison term I heard the doorway at the bottom of the steps open I'd get back to my desk and sneak a look to see who it was. If it were a man I'd let my stifle persona and watch their centre to see if they looked. If it was a hunky man and he looked, I'd let my articulatio genus 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 slight angle. It's dumbfound how the men would always sit on the posterior that had the well view up my skirt. I made sure that some of them really go distracted from their patronage there.

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

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

His place is one of these ‘ old world'places with bookcases all up the wall with a little step run to get up to them. After a couple of days he started asking me to get the Quran that he wanted that were high up. I smiled the inaugural metre that he asked me as I knew exactly why he asked me ; and I wasn't going to let down him. By the end of the two weeks he was either a lot younger, or about to snuff if with over-excitement.

The two female Solicitors were miserable things. I'm sure that they realised what was going on, but they never said anything, just gave me lots of body of work to do. The other Secretary always wore farseeing dame or pant and never seemed to want to get into conversation. I caught her staring at me a couple of times, and it was a good job that her desk faced away from the visitor's waiting arena.

At the end of my metre there the old man thanked me for brightening the place up, and said that he wished that he could keep me on foresighted.



The second concern Temp job that I did was a hebdomad 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 unforesightful 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 morning went quite quickly, but at lunchtime, just as I was in the midsection 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 seconds I managed to compose myself enough to seem circle for Jon. As I was looking the piffling old lady asked me if I was alright.

The egg was on low so I managed to go along serving customer while I looked round of drinks for Jon. I couldn't see him anywhere.

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

As I came the starting time time, one of the early 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 pattern in a mo !"

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 prison term I had to go to the toilet to dry myself.

The Saami thing happened for the succeeding 3 daylight. I never saw Jon once, and he denied being there when I asked him about it on an eventide.

The last day started the Lapplander, but half way through the lunchtime, just as I was building up to my second orgasm, the egg went on to wax. I had a really difficult time trying to concentrate and to attend normal. I haven't a clew what the client must take in 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 full for about another hour, it was agony and great all at the like sentence. In the end, I looked up at the next 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 good until he'd finished his luncheon and leftfield.

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.

passion,

genus Vanessa