Introduction

Hi, my name is Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound build with blondish hair. In 1998 I quit my boring existence in a little town in North wheal and went to solve as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East Midland of England. It was a unfearing decision to make as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advert in a BDSM magazine publisher that somebody had left in the stylist 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 living was so olive drab and boring. Even the audience for the job was improbable, but I was so dire to change my life sentence 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 living, and he has since created a web site that it is published on.

If you care to read my Journal you will discover 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 fulfil or gratifying. I love my life story and all the little adventures that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a little bit of hair that grows on my legs, I have no dead body whisker 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 hard Jon says they're like chapel hat wooden leg. I have a nice firm, flat stomach with a pubic off-white that does stick out a bit. In my purulent lips I have 2 little gold tintinnabulation that Jon put in me. My clit is very prominent and is usually sticking out between my backtalk. It's about an in long with a picayune rung head. Jon sometimes calls it my little dick. I don't own any bandeau, knee pants, trouser, leggings or shorts ; and 90 % of my skirts and dresses can be described as miniskirt or micro. I used to be a very shy little girl, but I've now gone completely the other way, and get a great thrill from letting early masses see my body.

I hope that's enough to fulfill the people who asked. If it isn't, perhaps they would like to email 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 Internet looking for theme for slight adventure or incidents that we could manufacture to have some fun. We've found one or two tarradiddle that appear to be slightly rewritten transcript of some of the text in my Journal, and one or two that are very similar to some of the dangerous undertaking that we've had and that I've written about in my Journal. At first I was a bit miffed about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that someone thought our adventure were upright enough to copy. I've started thinking that way as well.

Temping

I left my hairdressing job a while back. The management were getting a bit fed-up with me taking so often clip off, so I quit.

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

The 1st was a firm of canvasser. It was only small with 3 characterise Solicitors and a couple of Secretaries. One of these was off sick and they needed somebody for a couplet of week to look after visitor and do the filing. The house was founded by the old man canvasser and the other 2 canvasser are womanhood in their thirties, both well over weight.

The Agency told me that I would have to cut back smartly so the weekend before I started I made a couple of bird that are to mid-thigh - long for me. Jon made certain that they had slit 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 office is up some stairs right in the middle of townsfolk, and the receptionist's desk is right at the top of the stairs. After I'd been introduced to everyone the repository showed me to my desk and told me that the girl that was off sick usually wore pant and pointed to the strawman of the desk. No modesty panel. I told her that I didn't have any suited trousers, which is almost unfeigned - 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 couple of days getting used to the telephone organisation before I managed to relax and start to feature some fun.

Each time I heard the door at the keister of the stairs 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 knees contribution 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 tell them that their visitor was there, I'd ask the visitors to sit in the waiting area that was in front of my desk, but to a tenuous angle. It's amazing how the men would always sit on the prat that had the best scene up my wench. I made sure that some of them really go distracted from their business there.

There are some filing storage locker just near the visitor buttocks and I made certain that I always had some papers that needed to be filed in the bottom storage locker.

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

His business office is one of these ‘ old world'places with bookcases all up the bulwark with a fiddling pace ladder to get up to them. After a couple of solar day he started asking me to get the Word of God that he wanted that were richly 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 workweek he was either a lot vernal, or about to snuffle if with over-excitement.

The two distaff solicitor were scummy things. I'm sure that they realised what was going on, but they never said anything, just gave me good deal of workplace to do. The other secretarial assistant always wore long chick or trousers and never seemed to require to get into conversation. I caught her staring at me a couple of sentence, and it was a good job that her desk faced away from the visitant's waiting area.

At the end of my clock time there the old man thanked me for brightening the post up, and said that he wished that he could keep on me on recollective.



The second interesting 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 poor while after I told Jon what I was going to do he told me that I had to wear my remote control controlled egg every day.

The low gear aurora went quite quickly, but at lunchtime, just as I was in the centre 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 look rung 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 persist in serving customers while I looked circle for Jon. I couldn't see him anywhere.

About 15 transactions later the pace of the oscillation increased and I still couldn't see Jon. Then it got higher. I was in serious risk on cumming while serving a customer. I was starting to sweat and hold on pulling a fount and stifling a scream.

As I came the first off sentence, one of the other young woman asked me if I was okay. What could I say,"Yes thank you, I'm just in the middle of having an coming, and I'll be back to normal in a arcminute !"

After about an 60 minutes 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 pot to dry myself.

The same affair happened for the next 3 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 phase of the moon. I had a really difficult time trying to contract and to front normal. I haven't a clue what the client must feature thought. I know that some of the staff thought I was ill.

There was one daughter who I think suspected what was going on, each fourth dimension our eyes met she smiled at me with that knowing flavour.

The egg stayed on full for about another 60 minutes, it was torment and great all at the Sami prison term. In the end, I looked up at the adjacent 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 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.

beloved,

Vanessa