Introduction

Hi, my public figure is Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound soma with blondish hair. In 1998 I quit my boring universe in a little townsfolk in North weal and went to work as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the eastward Midlands of England. It was a brave out determination to take a crap as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advert in a BDSM clip 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 postulate to do something because my life sentence was so olive-drab and boring. Even the interview for the job was improbable, 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 write a Journal of my new life, and he has since created a web site that it is published on.

HTTP : //www.asstr.org/~Vanessa/

If you care to register my journal you will key that my kinship with Jon is rather unlike 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 solid or enjoyable. I love my life-time and all the slight adventures that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a short bit of haircloth that grows on my wooden leg, I have no body hair below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with minuscule ( ish ), pert white meat that have minuscule nimbus and giant star mamilla. When they're hard Jon says they're like chapel hat pegs. I have a nice house, directly stomach with a pubic bone that does stick out a bit. In my pussy backtalk I have 2 little gold rings that Jon put in me. My clitoris is very prominent and is usually sticking out between my back talk. It's about an inch long with a little assault head. Jon sometimes calls it my piffling dick. I don't own any bras, bloomers, trousers, legging or trunks ; and 90 % of my doll and clothes can be described as miniskirt or micro. I used to be a very shy girl, but I've now gone completely the former way, and get a dandy tingle from letting other people see my body.

I hope that's enough to live up to the people who asked. If it isn't, perhaps they would like to netmail me with specific questions.

vanessaevans69 @ hotmail.com

Jon told me to stop writing my Journal 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 cyberspace looking for ideas for little adventures or incidents that we could make up to have some fun. We've found one or two tarradiddle that appear to be slightly rewritten copies of some of the textbook in my Journal, and one or two that are very exchangeable to some of the dangerous undertaking that we've had and that I've written about in my Journal. At outset I was a bit annoyed about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that somebody thought our dangerous undertaking were thoroughly enough to copy. I've started thinking that way as well.

The escapade I'm about to describe is when Jon decided that I should encourage my training a bit by : -

Going to nighttime School

If you've learn my Journal you will know that I'm not a very big person ( well, the features that you can see when I've got some clothes on ) and that my face is quite young looking. Just before Xmas 2000 I'd lost my half-time job as a hairdresser when the construction that the beauty parlor was in capture fire. Just after Dec 25 2000 Jon decided that I would go back to school. At showtime I was a bit horrified that he wanted me to spend day sitting through boring example, but after a couple of minutes of explanation I started looking forward to it.

Jon took me to a comprehensive examination school at the early position of town and I signed-up for Computer Literacy Course. He said that it was time that I learned a bit more about PCs. The side by side dark he took me to a college and into an Art Class. When I saw all the students sketching a bunch of efflorescence that was on a desk in the middle of the elbow room I got a small worried and excited. I tried to state Jon that I was a hopeless artist, but he wouldn't listen to me.

A twosome of minute later the teacher came into the classroom and over to us. Jon asked if he was still looking for a sprightliness example. At first I didn't twig but as the instructor looked me up and down I realised that Jon wanted me to pose for the course of study. I got all excited intellection 'wow, legitimatize flash ’. Without even talking to me Jon and the teacher agreed that I'd pose for the year on each Mon evening for the succeeding 4 week.

This is what happened at the course - well the worry bits.

Computer category

I was just starting to put some clothes on to go to my first evening class when Jon told me to wear a blouse and doll. The blouse he told me to wear was quite sloppy and he told me not to tighten the top 3 buttons. This meant that the eminent push button that was fastened was right in the middle of my dummy. As soon as Jon told me that I realised that he wanted me to let the teacher see inside my blouse. I didn't need telling twice ; in fact I was looking forward to it. I made sure that the blouse wasn't tucked into my chick much so that it only needed me to lean forward a little for there to be a gaping hollow for him to see in when he stood next to me.

I put a coat on and get Jon's car to the school.

When I got there and found the right classroom, 4 other people were already sat in nominal head of PCs talking to each early. As I walked in they all smiled at me and 2 said,"Hi."When I took my coat off one of the older men's eyes opened wide when he saw my micro wench. I smiled at him and asked if I could sit at any of the desks. After a flimsy pause he said ‘ yes'so I chose a desk on the side of an gangway so that the teacher would be stood to my left. I sat not too close to the desk so that I had to angle forward a bit. Sat like that also meant that a lot of my thighs would be showing and perhaps a bit of my bald pubes too, especially as I never cross my legs.

Another 5 or 6 mass came in and then the teacher. He was a bald, middle-aged man, married man ; well he was wearing a nuptials ring. After the introductions the teacher got us to swap the PCs on and then told us how to run a program that showed us all about the dissimilar turn of a PC. I pretended that I had never used a PC before and that I couldn't find the buttons that he was telling us to snap on. After he tried to describe where I should be looking and me saying that I couldn't see it, he finally came over to bear witness me.

Poor man, he just about stopped dead in his tracks when he saw my bird and leg. I saw him blush a little as he stood beside me and pointed to the button on the screen. As he walked back to the nominal head, he turned and looked back to me for a second before continuing with his lesson.

After about 10 minute I couldn't find another clitoris. This sentence the man didn't bother to describe where it was, he came and stood beside me and pointed it out.

This happened another couple of sentence and then just before the end of the lesson I needed his help again. This time he came and stood in front of my desk and leaned over my PC monitor lizard to show me where something was. As he leaned forward I could see that his eyes were looking straight up my skirt.

The second lesson.

When I arrived the next workweek I was a short late and there was only one PC free. That was in the heart of the front row. I'd just got myself organised when the teacher came in. It wasn't the same man. The new man ( Peter Johnson ) is about my age and looks a bit of a geek.

After he'd introduced himself he told us that the previous teacher was seedy and that he would be taking over the course of instruction. When we did the round introducing ourselves, the teacher stared at me for quite a while before moving on to the adjacent somebody. That made me a bit uncomfortable, but not enough for me to intend about the fun I could take. As the others were introducing themselves I was thinking about my ally Debbie and the fun that she used to take at school.

This teacher tends to go off the theme a bit and rabbit on about things that don't seem relevant to what we're doing. It was during about his third trip into technophobic whatever that I decided to try to lend him back to Earth. Up until then I'd been sat with my genu tightly together and been concentrating on the lesson, but I was getting bored listening to irrelevant gobbledegook so I let my genu contribution.

Peter was walking back and Forth across the front of the way and so deep into his little story that it took ages for him gain what he was missing. He kept looking down at the floor, but never towards me. Eventually he did look over towards me. He stooped mid sentence, went burnished red, and then carried on talking. He stared at my legs, and up my dame, for a few seconds then looked me in the eye. I just smiled at him.

The pitiable man just seemed to lose it from that point in the moral. He kept sneaking glance at my legs and pussy, but he looked as if he was a naughty schoolboy doing something that he shouldn't. Even though he went to help other students with problems, he wouldn't come near me. Each clock time I asked him a query he stayed at the front and explained in not bad detail what I should be doing.

At the end of the object lesson he was gone before anyone else. I overheard a distich of the students talking as they went out, one was saying that the teacher was cute and shy.

The third lesson.

I'd enjoyed my piffling game with the ‘ new'teacher the previous hebdomad and wanted to stay on it so I arrived early to make sure as shooting that I got the Lapp PC. I was a picayune surprised to line up that not only was the instructor already there, but that he'd put a chair in the middle of the front of the form. I was looking at it when Peter said ‘ good evening ’, and explained that he'd had an chance event and injure a leg. He was going to use the chairwoman so that he didn't have as far to walk.

‘ Oh yeah'I thought, but didn't say anything. It could turn out substantially than planned.

The residue of the students arrived and the class got started. Yes, some ( most ) of the men were ogling my ultra brusque skirt and low cut, lose top, and some of the women were giving me begrime looks ; but I'm used to that. My lone interests that Night were learning a bit more about PCs, and having some fun with the teacher.

Peter explained the chair to everyone and was limping about. After about 10 instant he sat on the chair and kept talking. After a while he gave us an exercise to do and as I started it I looked up and saw where he was looking.

My knees had been closed up until then, but as soon as I saw him looking they opened. Not a lot at first, but as he kept looking, my knees kept opening until they were about a groundwork apart.

I got on with the exercise but kept looking up whenever no one was asking him a question. He certainly wasn't as shy as he'd been the premature week.

someone at the dorsum asked him another dubiousness and he had to go and show them something. As he got up and walked passed me I couldn't help noticing that not only wasn't he limping, he didn't have a hitch peter either, and there was quite a bump in the front tight of his jeans. It looked quite painful.

By then I'd realised that he had found his confidence and was out to relish himself as much as I was. I was as excited as his gibbousness told me he was and I could finger my juices seeping out of me. Just flashing him wasn't enough, especially as he was blatantly staring at my pussy and piddling gold rings.

I wanted to see how far I could go before he got embarrassed again. I shuffled my chair right under the desk. If I'd had a longer annulus on it would have risen up. As it was my mere backside was on the wooden chairperson. I let my left mitt drop onto my leg whenever it wasn't needed on the keyboard. Every so often I'd reach down and pull one of my tintinnabulation or flick my clit.

The for the first time time I did it Peter did a double take. The 2nd time his forefront moved down towards me a bit.

After I finished the exercise there was a gap while some of the irksome pupil caught up. I used that time to ‘ toy'with my clit and band. I wasn't actually frigging, but close to it.

Peter was mesmerised and missed a couple of head. One of the old men had to replicate himself louder, to get peter to shoot out of his trance.

The lesson went on in a like way and I was finding it unmanageable trying to type with my right hand whilst playing with my clit with my bequeath hand. It's not the actual typing ; it's concentrating enough to have a go at it what to type.

By the time the lesson was nearly over I was getting close to cumming. There was no way that I wanted to leave without actually cumming in front of the teacher so when Peter said that there was just one more little thing to do before we all went home, I went for it.

Just after Peter had finished telling everyone what he wanted them to do, I came. I shut my middle, squeezed my verbalize mouth shut, and went over the edge. Somehow I managed to hold on quiet and I don't think that anyone realised what was happening - other than Peter. When I opened my eyes and looked at him his eyes were locked on my pussy.

When I coughed a bit he looked up at my case. I smiled and he went bright red.

At the end of the lesson shaft asked me to stop back for a mo. As I waited for everyone else to leave I was wondering if he was going to try and hit on me. In a way he did, he asked me if I'd go for a drink with him. I lied and told him that my husband was waiting outside for me.

The next couple of hebdomad were very similar to the tertiary week. St. Peter the Apostle kept sitting on the chairman in social movement of me, but his walk limp had gone. I kept teasing him.

If anything different happens Jon has told me to compose about it.

Art course of study

Week 1

I was very nervous as I drove to the college. early that good afternoon I spent long time trying to decide what I should wear. In the end I came to my green goddess and remembered that no one was occupy in what I was wearing going to the social class. I put on a simple cotton mini dress and shoes.

I was still flighty as I walked down the corridor to the classroom. It wasn't just nervousness, it was excited nervousness.

When I walked in the classroom everyone stopped talking and looked at me. After a pregnant interruption the teacher came over to me, said ‘ Hi'and asked me if I'd posed before. When I told him that I hadn't he told me that there was nothing to be unquiet about, and asked me if I wanted a cup of coffee.

I told him that I was okay, that coffee made me want to pee and that I didn't want to have to go right in the centre of the session. He smiled and asked if I was ready to get started. I said that I was and asked what I had to do.

The instructor then called for secretiveness and told everyone who I was and started telling them how they had to chalk out me.

While he was doing that I looked round. There were about 20 the great unwashed in there. Men and char of all eld from about 18 to 80. Some of them smiled at me and said hullo while others just kept quiet.

The teacher then told me to go behind the screen in the corner, subscribe to my dress off, put my robe on and add up back. He said that he's put me in the pose that he wanted when I got back. He just said"Oh, okay !"when I told him that I didn't have a robe.

When you've only got a wearing apparel and shoes to hire off it doesn't take long and I was back within moment. As I walked back I looked around and saw a couplet of the men looking at me. One was a untried man about 20. He didn't look as if he was only there for the art. His look brought that conversant quiver and dampness to my twat.

"That was immediate"he said and pointed to a big table in the middle of the room. He asked me to climb on and then he told me how to do the affectation. I had to sit on the tabular array with one leg bent-grass at the knee and the other straight out. He told me to keep my knee joint nearly together, but I let them be adrift to about 6 in apart. One hand was on the mesa behind me, whilst the other was on my thigh. I had to look up into the top corner of the room.

Once the teacher was happy with my pose he called all the students over and started telling and showing then which parts of my soundbox he wanted them to rivet on. One character was my breasts. As he said that my pap went even difficult than they already were.

There were 20 people stood all around me looking down on my au naturel body. Some were stood at my base and I'm sure that they could see my juices leaking out of my pussy. One woman whispered to another side by side to her, but she wasn't quiet down enough. I think that virtually of the masses in there heard her say,"I've never seen a woman with hoop down there before."

Eventually they all went back to their situation and started drawing.

It was hard keeping still all that sentence, but at the same time I was enjoying it.

After what seemed like an timeless existence the teacher came to the forepart and told me to have a 10 bit break. I was grateful for that and climbed down off the table. The teacher said that normally the modeling put their robe on for the break, and offered me his crown. I thanked him and told him that I was all mighty as I was.

Most of the students kept drawing but the unseasoned man came up to me and started chatting. As he was talking his optic were everywhere but my eyes. It was overnice ( and a bit exciting ) being chatted-up while I was naked and he wasn't, but I wanted to see how the drawing were getting on. I excused myself and wandered stave looking at the different drawing of me.

Some were quite adept, I even thought about asking what would bechance to them after the lesson.

It was funny the way some of the educatee just totally ignored me and got on with their work. I guess that they were the serious artists.

Some of the men and a couple of the younger char chatted to me as I walked cycle. Some were staring at me and I didn't know if it was for the benefit of their drawing or because I was naked in amongst them.

existence naked in amongst those multitude gave me coalesce feelings. The serious artists did absolutely nothing for me and I felt totally at easy with them. It was similar to being at the naturist swims and on a nudist beach. The citizenry that I wasn't sure about made me find a niggling excited. The Sir Thomas More that I thought soul was looking at me in a sexual manor, the more excited I got.

When I got to round to where the young man that had been chatting me up was, I was getting really excited. That purulent tingle was very firm and I could really feel my juices flowing. As I walked up to him I saw that familiar bulge in his trousers. He tried chatting me up again, but I just kept asking him whacky questions about his icky effort to draw off me. His resolution sounded just as unintelligent as my questions. If anyone was listening they must give birth thought we were both esthetic thickies.

The open frame came to an end and the teacher asked me to get back up on the table. As I was walking towards the tabular array I decided that I'd better go to the crapper before getting stuck in one position again ( I also wanted to pick up my sloughy kitty before starting again ). I told the teacher and asked him where the near toilet was. He told me that it was only about 20 grounds down the corridor.

I started waking towards the classroom threshold when the teacher said,"Hadn't you better put some clothes on ?"To be perfectly true, the thought process had crossed my head but I wanted the opportunity to walk about the corridor a bit. I was wondering if I might contact and appall someone.

I didn't really give the teacher a hazard to say any Thomas More, I just said,"No, it's okeh, it's only a few chiliad and it sounds as if everyone's in their classes."With that I was out of the door and walking up the corridor.

The instructor was right, it was only 20 yard to the lav and I was in and out and back in the classroom in no time. I was a bit disappointed that I hadn't seen anyone.

The moment half of the lesson went quite quickly and it wasn't long before the teacher was telling me to get down and dressed.

As I came out from behind the changing screen the young man was waiting for me and asked me if I'd like to go for a drink with him. Fortunately I didn't get hazard to answer him because the teacher interrupted and told him to go home.

He then told me that I'd done well to keep so still for so retentive and asked if I was okay to come back the next week. I told him that I'd enjoyed it and would be back.

Week 2

As I walked into the classroom there were about the like number of people who had been there the premature hebdomad. I did notice an spare duet of youngish people.

The teacher arrived before I had the chance to do anything or talk to anyone, and immediately brought the class to order. He told the class that I was going to pose in an unusual position that night and that he wanted the students to add a little bit of imagination to their drawing.

I hadn't a clue what he meant by ‘ unusual view'until he turned to me and whispered,"Jon has told me that you'll pose exactly as I tell you. You're not going to leave me any worry are you ?"I was a bit scandalise and surprised. Whenever he had spoken to me before he'd given me the impression that he was a thoroughgoing valet de chambre. This prevalent style took me my surprise.

"right hand,"he said,"go and get your dress off while I get the roach ready."Another surprise I thought, it sounded as if I wasn't going to have a problem keeping still that night. I turned towards the changing screen door and saw that it wasn't there. It was nowhere in the room. I turned back towards the teacher to tell him and to ask where I should get undressed. He was engaged opening a bag so after a speedy think I though, ‘ what the hell'and walked to the slope of the way where there were some chairs. I turned to face the class and saw that about half the students were watching me and the other half were watching the teacher cosmetic surgery some ropes out of the bag.

‘ Here goes'I said to myself, I looked at one man, smiled at him and then lifted my top up over my nous. The man was smiling back at me as I undid the short piece of Velcro that was holding my dame up and dropped it to the level. I then squatted down with my knee joint wide apart as I unfastened my sandals and the walked out of them.

My snatch was starting to tingle and get wet.

When I got back to the teacher he told me that he wanted me to mount on the tabular array and hold my blazon out while he tied a rope to each of my wrists. He then threw the rope over blade frame that was holding the roof up and pulled my munition up in the air.

Maybe I need to explain that the shoal was originally built round about the turn of the 19th / 20th century. It has had quite a phone number of ‘ filename extension'added, some quite recently. We were in the old character, a bingle history building.

The teacher then told me to spread my peg and asked me if he needed to tie them to anything to keep back them apart. I told him that it wasn't essential, as I was comfortable as I was. I wondered if he knew that I spent quite a bit of time hanging my wrist, naked and rout. I looked down at the student and realised that my twat was at about mind tiptop for well-nigh of the students. I got a trivial wetter as I thought about what some of them might be thinking and knowing that there would be about 20 span of eyes staring at my kitty-cat for the next hour.

The next 30 or so min went in no time. I'd been daydreaming and when the instructor unfastened the ropes I suddenly realised that it had been a dainty revery and that my puss felt really wet. I needed to go to the toilet and clean myself up a bit.

I told the teacher where I was going and marched out before he had a chance to finish saying that perhaps I should put some clothes on.

There was no one in the corridor or the toilet when I got there. I locked myself in cubicle, had a pee, wiped my slit dry and was sat there playing with my clit when I heard some female child come in. I brought myself to an sexual climax while I listened to them talking about what they were going to do to their boyfriends later that night.

They stopped talking and stared at me as I opened the stall door and walked to the sinks. As I was washing my hands one of them asked me where my clothes where. I just said,"Art class"as if that would excuse everything and walked out.

In the corridor a school janitor stopped dead in his tracks and watched me as I walked passed him. Poor bloke, he looked as if he was about to have a heart attack.

backbone in the classroom I wandered round looking at different thought of my spread-eagle naked body. One or two had taken ‘ artistic licence'and absorb me with supernumerary rophy and belts on. One had actually drawn a dildo sticking out of my pussy. The contingent that some had gone to while drawing my pussy and picayune gold ring was just amazing.



I didn't get chance to see all the drawings before the teacher called me over to resume the affectedness. As I walked back I looked over to there the Loretta Young man was that fancied me. He looked disappointed.

The teacher asked me if I was okay to carry on and when I said I was he retied my wrists and told me to get back on the mesa.

The end of the example came all too soon. The instructor dismissed the class and left me up there while they were all leaving. It was eldritch saying bye-bye to them as the walked passed me having one last aspect at my naked pussy.

When they'd all gone the teacher came over to me and asked me if I was okay with the different type of pose. I told him that I was and that I was used to being restrained like that."Not in populace I suspect, did you relish it ? He asked. I think I actually blushed a bit as I admitted that I did before asking him when he was going to let me down.

He then told me that he'd got a bit of overtime lined-up for me and got another couple of Mexican valium out of his bag. He tied my decently leg to one leg of the table and as he was tying my left leg to the former end of the table he told me that he'd arranged for a couple of his mates to arrive and take some photographs of me.



For some reason I didn't think that any trauma could number to me, only ripe, so I wasn't worried. In fact I was excited. I felt another thrill and upsurge of juices.

A few minutes later 3 men and 2 charwoman came in and started getting television camera out. Not a lot was said, but a lot of photographs were taken. One of the women got a big dildo out of her bag and smiled at me as she pushed it into my pussy before more photographs were taken.

After about 5 minute I was untied, the dildo was pulled out and I was told to lie on the tabular array. needle to say I was spread-eagle again. Thomas More exposure were taken and the instructor came and stood beside me and started playing with my pussy. I suddenly realised how vulnerable I was and obviously looked frighten because the teacher said,"Relax dearest, we're not going to roll in the hay you, if we did you wouldn't be back following week."

The six of them took it in turns to make me cum either with their hands or their back talk whilst the others kept taking to a greater extent exposure. By the end of it I was knackered and just lay there as they packed up and left. I was still lying there when the janitor came in to alternate the lights off and operate up. poor people man got quite a surprise and said,"Sorry."I got up and put my dress on as he watched me. As I walked out I said,"Don't be meritless, I'm not."

I didn't tell Jon about the photographers.

Week 3

drive to the school I was wondering what was in store for me. I'd put just a turn a loss trying on cotton mini dress and skid on, and as I walked into the schoolhouse the lead was blowing it everywhere.

I was a bit deep, and by the time I got to the schoolroom everyone was there waiting for me. The teacher came up to me and said that he was getting a bit disturbed that I might not be there. He then told everyone that I was going to perplex in a very submissive affectedness and that he wanted them to sketch me exactly as they saw me, no extra bits. decoct on what they could actually see.

He then told me to get undressed and onto the board. Again the changing screen was missing so I just whipped my dress straight up over my head, kicked my brake shoe off and climbed onto the table. The teacher then told me how he wanted me to impersonate. What he described was the positioning that I have to get into when Jon tells me to ‘ take over the position ’. On my knees with them all-encompassing apart. I then have to angle back as far as I can and support my dead body with my mitt on the level. I've lost could of the bit of times that I've been in this position, and for how long. If you add it all up it must be Day, so another hour wasn't going to make much difference. The difference of opinion this time was that there would be 20 odd yoke of eyes looking at me and my spread pussy.

Again the time went very quickly as recalled the previous Night's academic term on the screw machine at home. Jon had left me on the machine until I'd nearly passed out, then he'd fucked me until I came for the sixth time. I was still a bit sore.

At the break I needed the commode again ; I needed to pee and cum. The teacher didn't bother to say anything as I walked out of the classroom still naked. I didn't see anyone again and relieved both aches in ataraxis and quiet.

However, as I went back onto the corridor there was a group of teenagers walking towards me. They were all dressed in mutant paraphernalia and looked as if they'd just escaped from the gym.

They saw me just as quickly as I saw them. I had a split up second to decide to either jump back into the girl's toilet or keep going. You've guessed it, I kept going.

The teenagers ( male child and girls ) were all about 18 and they came out with all the comments that you'd expect in a position like that. I was in the middle of the corridor and expecting them to demote ranks and let me through the middle of them. I was expecting ( and hoping for ) a few groping helping hand, but I wasn't expecting them to hold on and deflect the corridor.

They surrounded me and didn't move when I asked them to. Whilst some of them were feeling my tits and kitty, one of them asked me why I was naked. I told them that I was the model in the Art class. Another said that I shouldn't manner of walking round the schooling without clothes on because anything could hap to me. When another said that they should teach me a lesson I started to get a little upset. They bundled me back into the miss's lav and discussed what they should do with me. Thankfully, when one of the bloke suggested that all the blighter should ‘ bang the ass off me'the others didn't agree.

In the end they agreed that since I was a nude model I should be made to nude role model for a lot more people.

With one lad holding either of my subdivision they ran me all round the shoal corridors and outside through the car park onto the main road, back into the shoal grounds and onto the sportsman discipline. Most of the chemical group were following us.

I suppose that the lads thought that I was running so easily because they were holding my weapon. In world I was loving it. It was an excuse to be naked in public and to scandalise a few people. I knew that if we were caught I could get away with it by saying that the lads were forcing me to do it. If only they knew.

As we went down one of the corridors we had to push forward our way through a couple of classes that were ending. I've no idea what they were, but all the people were adults and we got a few input from some of them. There were a few people in the car parking lot and a lot more on the briny road. I heard a couple of tyre screeches as on or two motorists got distracted.

When we got into the centre of the sports champaign the bloke let go of me and one of them said,"Let that be a lesson girl,"and they all walked off laughing.

I stood there for a instant or so getting my breathing space back the worked out the best way to get back to the Art class. We'd gone in a big circle and the Art classroom wasn't that far away. I only had a couple of classroom windows to pass before could get back into the building and then down a short bit of corridor and I'd be there.

As I was walking down the route passed the classrooms I looked in to see a mates of hoi polloi looking out towards me. One man had a big grin on his face.

When I got back the teacher asked me if I was all right, he though that I might be ill or something. He didn't ask me about the bits of wet grass on my feet.

Anyway, it was back into the post and try to relax. About half way through the sitting I looked round the room a bit and saw that the young man who'd tried to chat me up was trying to attract my aid. He was at the spinal column of the room and it was tentative that any of the early scholar could see him unless they turned round. Out eyes met for a instant and instead of him getting on with his sketch he rubbed the front line of his trousers and pretended to jack off himself.

At the end of the example the teacher asked me to stay as I was while he dismissed the class. When they'd all gone he came and stood at the table at my knee joint end. In core, right between my legs. He looked me up and down then said,"No photographers tonight, but I just wanted to tell you that you will really enjoy next week's grade. You'll go home shattered."When I told him that I was looking forward to it he turned, picked up his bags and walked out saying,"respectable, see you adjacent week then."

I put my dress and brake shoe on and went rest home. When I told Jon about the group of teenagers he just laughed and told me to be careful.

week 4

I was a bit recent getting to the stratum and everyone was waiting for me. As soon as I walked in the teacher told everyone that he wanted them to try to capture the mood that I would soon be in. One of the women asked him what humour I would be in. His reply was just two words,"Sexual excitement."When he said that I turned and looked at him and I heard one of the vernal men say,"Nice one teach."

I didn't annoyance looking for the changing cover and just whipped my dress up and off. I didn't know what to look other than that I was going to be sexually excited in front of 20 plus masses. I was wondering how, looking forward to it and getting a bit damp. My mammilla were already rock hard.

When I got up onto the board the teacher tied my wrist to the roof beams the same way he'd done the 2nd clock time I'd posed. This time he'd got me to stand on a few Holy Writ and when my radiocarpal joint were secured he removed the books leaving me dangling there. After he'd done that he told me to open my peg wide and he tied my ankles to the ramification of the table. I was tied spread-eagle in mid air, and with no way to move.

At that point I didn't know if my DoS of sexual inflammation was enough for what the instructor wanted. It wasn't really seeable - apart from my slightly wet pussycat and hard pap ; and being restrained like that for the next hour wasn't going to pall me out.

What happened next had me puzzled to pop out off with. The instructor got a footling table and put it in-between my legs. Next he got a few books and put them on it. On top of that he got something that I hadn't seen for old age, a metronome that he must have borrowed from the music way. Then he got a big feather out of his bag and taped it to the metronome arm so that it was just touching my pussy. Then he set the metronome arm going backwards and forwards. My slit was getting a very rhythmical tickle.

As I started to realise what was going to happen to me I heard the teacher tell the bookman to contract on drawing my body first. He told them that it would guide a spell for my face to get the expression that he wanted them to capture.

It didn't take long. Within a couple of minutes my tit were so intemperately that I thought they were going to burst and my pussy was really coming alive. I could find my juices leaking out of me. Five minutes later I was very close to cumming. I guess that the teacher could tell that because he said,"Try and hold it Vanessa, the scholarly person need more time to get your verbalism down on paper."

fountainhead I tried, it wasn't as if I could stake away, or close my legs. I tried to concentrate on anything but the inevitable. I looked round the elbow room at the faces of the student. I tried to concentrate on the faces that were getting on with their sketching and looked unmindful to the berth. Every clock time I stared at one of those people I'd see a movement out of the corner of my eye that would distract me. Only about 60 % of the pupil were just getting on with their job. The other 40 % were being affected.

There was one middle-aged womanhood who was sketching with one hired hand whilst her other hired man was sliding up and down her soundbox. I had to depend at someone else because I was sure as shooting she was about to grab one of her titty or rub her snatch.

I saw one immature man who definitely had a hard-on, and he was licking his lips as well. Another older man was actually rubbing his tool through his trousers.

The inevitable happened and I started to cum. My head was rolling from side to side and I could hear myself moaning. On top of that ( or should I say below that ), I could feel my succus rushing out of me. I desperately wanted a dick inside me but all I was getting was that damned feather.

No Sooner than my first orgasm started to subside than I could feel a back starting. I tried to fight it but I didn't stand a chance. It hit me harder than the first. Right in the middle of it I looked round the room and saw that one middle-aged woman was looking all hot and bothered. I wondered what land her breeches ( if she was wearing any ) were in.

When I started to come down from my high, the teacher came over and told me that it was time for a breaking. He stopped the metronome, took the feather off and showed it to me. It was saturated. He then asked me if I wanted to be untied for the break. When I told him that I was okay and was used to being restrained in exchangeable positions he said,"Good, it would be a wasteland of valuable clock time untying then retying me.

I slowly started to cool down down a bit and became very aware of the state of matter of my slit and wooden leg. I could feel my twat gaping open air and my juice running down my legs. Even my human foot felt wet although that may have been sweat.

During the break a few of the students came and had a closer look at me. As I looked down on them I could see a potpourri of interest and lust on their faces. I could see what looked like dreadful bulges in the pant of well-nigh of the men. One of the younger men was stood in front of me for ages. Never once did his eyes look up and come across mine. He was the survive to go back to his easel and just before he left I could hear him muttering,"What I could do with that."It wasn't his dick that I wanted inside me, it was Jon's.

After a while the teacher came and put a new feather in the metronome and started it going again. My torso jumped as the plumage touched my pussy the first clip. Before he told the students to get on with their sketching, the teacher looked up and asked me if I was all the right way to continue. I looked down at him and said,"Yes please."

It didn't take long for that associate belief in my lower belly and pussy to start again and within 4 or 5 instant I was cumming again and again and again. I must have had half a dozen orgasms before I finally passed out.

When I came turn I first felt the sweat that I was covered in. heterosexual after that it was the feather. I had another climax before I heard the teacher say,"Okay, that's enough."

I was just hanging there for ages before the teacher lifter my legs onto the Quran and then untied me. As he untied my in conclusion wrist joint I started to collapse and he had to put his arm daily round me to quit me from falling. To be fair to the instructor he aimed at putting his arm round my waist. Because I was covered in sweat I kept slipping down and he only managed to keep me from falling when his arm had slipped up to my axillary cavity. By that time his had was holding my will boob. He held me like that until I was standing on the ground. He lowered me onto a hot seat and said,"You stay there while the scholar fetch up off."

I was knackered ; it took me about 5 bit to feel able to stand up. When I did I slowly walked round the elbow room. I wanted to see the study. Some were quite good, some not. A span of them were quite interesting. They showed little fall of liquid in mid air below my slit. I guess that I'd been squirting when I'd had my orgasms.

Shortly after that the teacher ended the object lesson and the scholarly person left. The teacher spent ages looking at all the sketches while I just sat there trying to happen some Energy Department. Eventually the teacher got up and thanked me for posing for the course of instruction. He said something about there not being many opportunities for artist to capture true human emotions. All I could think of to saw was,"The pleasance was all mine,"which it was. I know that I'm now a fully-fledged exhibitionist and it really had been a delight. It's one thing letting masses see me naked, but it's something else letting them see me having multiple orgasms. It was a real turn-on.

The teacher then said that he really had to lock the room and leave. I told him that I'd go and have a exhibitor before going home base. All that sweating had left me feeling quite soil. I picked-up my apparel and horseshoe and wandered out into the corridor. There was no one out there, it was getting former and I guess that most people had gone home.

Just down the corridor are the fille's toilets. Through a door at the back are the little girl's changing rooms and showers. I dropped my attire and shoes in the recession and went into the cascade. It felt good. I stayed soaking for years and not thinking about anything other than the pleasure that I'd just had. The succeeding thing that I knew was that there was a man staring at me. I saw him out of the street corner of my eye. He didn't say anything, and I didn't react to his mien. I just kept soaking up the warmly water system.

After a few second with neither of us doing anything, the presence of a man watching me naked in the exhibitor started to get me going again. I felt my nipple get hard and my pussy aching. That ache had to be relieved so my aright hand slowly worked its way down to my clit. As my right hand got in use I still pretended that I hadn't seen him. It didn't take long for me to cum again, but as I did my head went up and I could no longer feign that I hadn't seen him.

He realised that I was looking at him and he went hopeful red and started to tell me that he was the caretaker. He'd heard the water running and come to look into. He said that he thought that everyone had gone nursing home and that mortal had left a shower running. The poor man was quite embarrassed.

I turned the shower off, then told him that I'd been in the Art class and needed a shower before going home. I didn't make any attempt to cover myself as I asked him if he'd got a towel that I could borrow. He said that he hadn't, but that there might be one in one of the lockers in the changing way. I asked him if he could take care for me and I followed him out into the changing way.

He must cause looked in just about all the locker before turning towards me and saying,"zero, but I've got one in my shop, I'll go and get it."He turned and walked out.

I couldn't see much point in hanging around waiting so I picked up my dress and shoes and followed him. It was only when he had to unfold a door that he realised that I was behind him. He started telling me that I shouldn't be walking around the school naked but I interrupted him and told him I didn't think that it would matter as we were the lone ones there. He didn't say anything and kept walking.

We got to an outside doorway and as he opened it he turned to me. As he looked me up and down he said that I'd better wait there as someone might see me outside. I just said that I didn't head and kept following him.

Fortunately, or unfortunately, there was no one around and we walked across a railyard and into a minuscule workshop. He opened a cupboard and got out a towel and gave it to me. By that time I was just about dry ( apart from my hairsbreadth ) and I just rubbed my tomentum. As I was doing this I could see the caretaker staring at me. I took my time so that he could make a good look. Eventually I stopped, gave him the towel back and thanked him.

We both stood there staring at each other for what seemed like an eternity, but was probably only a few seconds. In the end I broke the silence and said,"The kids don't seminal fluid in here then."He just said,"What ?"I pointed to the calendar on the wall. It has a big image of a naked woman with her legs spread a bit. I could just see the folds of her hairy pussy lips.

"Yes, err No"he said. The man was obviously nervous about being alone with a raw woman so I said,"Sorry, but I don't come upto her standards."That seemed to square off him a bit because he said,"You're more beautiful than her, I don't really like big bosom, and you shave down there. Besides, you're here in the flesh, she isn't."

We got talking a bit and I told him what I was doing at the school. After a seconds thought he nervously asked me if I'd mannerism for him. It was getting a bit of late and Jon would be wondering where I was, but I said,"okey, but just for a few proceedings, my husband will be waiting for me."With that he was off saying,"Back in two minutes."

While he was gone I had a look bout. In one draw play I found some old feast magazines. I remembered Jon telling me about some of the letter of the alphabet that he'd read in them.

The caretaker came back out of breathing time ; he said that he thought I might throw gone or that he'd find that he was dreaming and that I wasn't real. I smiled at him and said,"I'm real all right-hand. Now how do you require me to pose ?"I was a bit surprised when he said,"With your leg wide open."

We spent the next 10 moment with him taking pic of me from all slant. He took some real close-ups of my cunt and I have to admit that I was getting turned-on. My pussy was real damp.

Eventually he ran out of film and thanked me. I told him that it had been my delight but I really had to go. As I was putting my horseshoe and dress on he thanked me again, and said,"See you around."As I walked out he said,"No underwear ?"“ Don't believe it in."I shouted back. What a decent man.

Anyway, that's all about my fun as a ‘ mature'schoolgirl and model. I have other experiences that Jon has told me to document. I'm sure that Jon will get me to publish all of them on my web pages, as and when he's read them and is happy with them.

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