Introduction

Hi, my epithet is Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound public figure with blondish haircloth. In 1998 I quit my tedious macrocosm in a little Ithiel Town in North Wales and went to exploit as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the E midland of England. It was a weather decision to make as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job ad in a BDSM powder magazine that mortal 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 drear and boring. Even the interview for the job was unbelievable, but I was so desperate to interchange my lifetime 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.

If you care to record my Journal you will come upon that my relationship with Jon is rather different to that of most employee and employer, but I have easily come to realise that I have a sprightliness that just could not be more hearty or pleasurable. I love my life and all the little escapade that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a lilliputian bit of hair that grows on my legs, I have no organic structure whisker below my cervix. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with modest ( ish ), saucy tit that have small aureoles and giant nipples. When they're hard Jon says they're like chapel hat pegs. I have a courteous firm, flat stomach with a pubic ivory that does pose out a bit. In my pussycat rim I have 2 little gold rings that Jon put in me. My button is very salient and is usually sticking out between my back talk. It's about an inch long with a little polish headspring. Jon sometimes calls it my little dick. I don't own any bandeau, drawers, trousers, leggings or shorts ; and 90 % of my skirts and clothes can be described as mini or micro. I used to be a very shy young woman, but I've now gone completely the early way, and get a great shiver from letting other mass see my body.

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

Jon told me to terminate 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 mind for footling adventures or incidents that we could manufacture to have some fun. We've found one or two story that appear to be slightly rewritten copies of some of the text in my Journal, and one or two that are very alike 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 gravel about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that person thought our escapade were safe enough to copy. I've started thinking that way as well.

Temping

I left my hairdressing job a patch 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 hold out year, and after discussing it with Jon I signed-on for a temporary Agency. I didn't do many jobs for them before quitting, but there were a couple that are worth telling you about.

The commencement was a house of canvasser. It was only minor with 3 qualified Solicitors and a twosome of Secretaries. One of these was off pallid and they needed person for a span of workweek to look after visitors and do the filing. The business firm was founded by the old man canvasser and the former 2 Solicitors are women in their thirties, both well over weight.

The Agency told me that I would bear 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 sure as shooting that they had slits up the spinal column and presence. I wore them with rather modest baggy blouses that tucked into the wench.

When I got there I found that the office is up some stairs right in the middle of township, and the receptionist's desk is powerful 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 grisly usually wore trousers and pointed to the front line of the desk. No modestness board. I told her that I didn't have any suitable 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 most of the first base duet of Clarence Day getting used to the telephone arrangement before I managed to relax and start to have some fun.

Each fourth dimension I heard the doorway at the bottom 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 articulatio genus constituent and watch their optic to see if they looked. If it was a hunky man and he looked, I'd let my articulatio genus freewheel even further apart.

After I'd phoned whoever to recount them that their visitant was there, I'd ask the visitors to sit in the waiting expanse that was in front of my desk, but to a slight angle. It's amazing how the men would always sit on the seat that had the best view up my skirt. I made sure that some of them really go distracted from their business there.

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

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

His situation is one of these ‘ old man'places with bookcases all up the walls with a little measure ladder to get up to them. After a couple of mean solar day he started asking me to get the Christian Bible 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 hebdomad he was either a lot untested, or about to snuffle if with over-excitement.

The two female canvasser were miserable things. I'm sure that they realised what was going on, but they never said anything, just gave me rafts of work to do. The other Secretary always wore longsighted skirts or trousers and never seemed to want to get into conversation. I caught her staring at me a brace of times, and it was a good 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 place up, and said that he wished that he could observe me on longer.



The indorse interesting Temp job that I did was a workweek 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 severalise me that I had to wear my remote controlled egg every day.

The first first light 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, set over slightly and started shaking. After a few seconds I managed to compose myself sufficiency to attend bout 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 customers while I looked rhythm for Jon. I couldn't see him anywhere.

About 15 minutes later the stride of the quiver increased and I still couldn't see Jon. Then it got higher. I was in serious danger on cumming while serving a client. I was starting to sweat and hold pulling a nerve and stifling a shrieking.

As I came the first time, one of the other girlfriend 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 minute !"

After about an time of day the egg got turned down to low and stayed like that for the rest of the good afternoon. Twice during that clock time I had to go to the toilet to dry myself.

The same affair happened for the following 3 sidereal day. I never saw Jon once, and he denied being there when I asked him about it on an evening.

The finale day started the Sami, but half way through the lunchtime, just as I was building up to my minute sexual climax, the egg went on to full. I had a really unmanageable time trying to concentrate and to look rule. 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 meter our eye met she smiled at me with that knowing facial expression.

The egg stayed on wide for about another 60 minutes, it was excruciation and great all at the same prison term. In the end, I looked up at the next customer and Jon smiled and asked me for a roil 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 luncheon and left.

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

love,

Vanessa