introduction

Hi, my name is Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound figure with blondish hair. In 1998 I quit my boring existence in a little town in Second Earl of Guilford weal and went to shape as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the Orient Midland of England. It was a courageous decision to make as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advert in a BDSM cartridge holder that someone 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 life sentence was so sombre and boring. Even the audience for the job was unbelievable, but I was so desperate 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 spirit, and he has since created a web site that it is published on.

If you care to say my Journal you will key that my relationship with Jon is rather different to that of nearly employee and employer, but I have easily come to realize that I have a lifetime that just could not be more satisfying or pleasurable. I love my life history and all the little adventures that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a little bit of whisker that grows on my leg, I have no body hairsbreadth below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with diminished ( ish ), pert boob that have belittled aureoles and giant nipples. When they're severe Jon says they're like chapel service hat pegs. I have a nice firm, flat stomach with a pubic bone that does stick out a bit. In my pussy lips I have 2 lilliputian gold rings that Jon put in me. My button is very spectacular and is usually sticking out between my mouth. It's about an inch long with a little orotund head. Jon sometimes calls it my short dick. I don't own any bras, knee breeches, pant, leging or shorts ; and 90 % of my chick and wearing apparel can be described as mini or micro. I used to be a very shy girl, but I've now gone completely the former way, and get a great thrill from letting other people see my body.

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

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

Both Jon and I have been scouring the Internet looking for ideas for slight adventure or incidents that we could cook up to have some fun. We've found one or two floor that appear to be slightly rewritten copy of some of the text in my daybook, and one or two that are very exchangeable to some of the adventures that we've had and that I've written about in my journal. At initiatory I was a bit annoyed about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that person thought our adventure were good 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 much time off, so I quit.

I was getting a bit bored at the end of cobbler's 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 couple that are worth telling you about.

The number one was a firm of Solicitors. It was only small with 3 dependent Solicitors and a couple of Secretaries. One of these was off sick and they needed someone for a duet of hebdomad to look after visitor and do the filing. The firm was founded by the old man Solicitor and the other 2 solicitor are women in their 30, both well over weight.

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

When I got there I found that the place is up some stairs right in the middle of town, and the receptionist's desk is right 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 girl that was off sick usually wore trousers and pointed to the front of the desk. No reserve plank. I told her that I didn't have any suitable trousers, which is almost straight - 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 beginning couple of days getting used to the phone system before I managed to relax and start to have some fun.

Each time I heard the door at the seat of the steps open I'd get back to my desk and slip a look to see who it was. If it were a man I'd let my knee joint region and watch their oculus 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 tell them that their visitor was there, I'd ask the visitors to sit in the waiting country that was in forepart of my desk, but to a cold-shoulder angle. It's awful how the men would always sit on the tail that had the best view up my wench. I made sure that some of them really go distracted from their business there.

There are some filing console just near the visitant seats and I made sure that I always had some written document that needed to be filed in the arse cabinet.

My duty took me into the old man solicitor's office quite a bit. When I handed him text file to sign I made sure as shooting that I bent forward so that he could look down the top of my blouse.

His business office is one of these ‘ old world'stead with bookcases all up the bulwark with a little step ladder to get up to them. After a distich of daytime he started asking me to get the Word of God that he wanted that were high up up. I smiled the kickoff clock time 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 calendar week he was either a lot untested, or about to snuff if with over-excitement.

The two female solicitor were woeful things. I'm sure that they realised what was going on, but they never said anything, just gave me sight of study to do. The other Secretary always wore yearn bird or trousers and never seemed to want to get into conversation. I caught her staring at me a couple of multiplication, and it was a just 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 blank space up, and said that he wished that he could keep back me on longer.



The minute interesting temporary job that I did was a week in cafeteria in a big workshop. It wasn't the job that was interesting ( it was crap ), it was what Jon was doing to me whilst I worked. A short while after I told Jon what I was going to do he told me that I had to wear my remote controlled egg every day.

The first morning went quite quickly, but at lunch period, just as I was in the middle of serving an old noblewoman, the egg got switched on. I was in mid-sentence when I suddenly gasped, knack over slightly and started shaking. After a few second I managed to compose myself enough to look circle for Jon. As I was looking the small old madam asked me if I was alright.

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

About 15 second later the pace of the vibration 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 sudate and kept pulling a face and stifling a scream.

As I came the maiden prison term, 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 normal in a minute !"

After about an minute the egg got turned down to low and stayed like that for the rest period of the afternoon. Twice during that sentence 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 evening.

The hold up day started the like, but half way through the lunchtime, just as I was building up to my second orgasm, the egg went on to total. I had a really difficult time trying to concentrate and to look normal. I haven't a cue what the client 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 clock time our center met she smiled at me with that knowing look.

The egg stayed on wide for about another minute, it was suffering and great all at the same time. In the end, I looked up at the succeeding 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-of-the-moon until he'd finished his dejeuner and left.

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

Love,

Vanessa