Introduction

Hi, my public figure is Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound fig with blondish hair. In 1998 I quit my boring existence in a little township in North Cymru and went to put to work as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the eastward 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 magazine that someone had left in the hairdressers where I worked. I didn't really sleep with what I was letting myself in for, but I really did ask to do something because my life was so dismal and boring. Even the interview for the job was improbable, but I was so do-or-die to change my life history 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.

hypertext transfer protocol : //www.asstr.org/~Vanessa/

If you care to study my Journal you will discover that my relationship with Jon is rather different to that of to the highest degree employee and employer, but I have easily come to realise that I have a life that just could not be more gratify or pleasurable. I love my life and all the footling adventure that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a little bit of hair that grows on my legs, I have no body hair below my neck opening. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with minuscule ( ish ), irreverent tit that have low aureoles and giant mammilla. When they're firmly Jon says they're like chapel hat pegs. I have a courteous business firm, flat abdomen with a pubic osseous tissue that does stick out a bit. In my cunt rim I have 2 little Au rings that Jon put in me. My clit is very salient and is usually sticking out between my lips. It's about an inch long with a little turn head. Jon sometimes calls it my little hawkshaw. I don't own any bras, knickers, trousers, legging or short ; and 90 % of my dame and attire can be described as mini or micro. I used to be a very shy girl, but I've now gone completely the other way, and get a majuscule quiver from letting other masses see my body.

I hope that's enough to fulfill the people who asked. If it isn't, perhaps they would care to netmail me with particular questions.

vanessaevans69 @ hotmail.com

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

Both Jon and I have been scouring the Internet looking for estimate for little dangerous undertaking or incidents that we could manufacture to birth some fun. We've found one or two stories that appear to be slightly rewritten transcript of some of the text in my diary, and one or two that are very similar to some of the adventures that we've had and that I've written about in my daybook. At first I was a bit peeved about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that someone thought our escapade were good enough to copy. I've started thinking that way as well.

The adventure I'm about to delineate is when Jon decided that I should further my education a bit by : -

Going to night school day

If you've study my diary you will do it that I'm not a very big person ( well, the lineament that you can see when I've got some clothes on ) and that my face is quite immature looking. Just before Christmas Day 2000 I'd lost my part-time job as a stylist when the edifice that the beauty salon was in caught fervour. Just after Christmas 2000 Jon decided that I would go back to schooltime. At first I was a bit horrified that he wanted me to spend days sitting through boring lessons, but after a couple of minutes of explanation I started looking forward to it.

Jon took me to a comprehensive schoolhouse at the other side of town and I signed-up for computing device Literacy Course. He said that it was meter that I learned a bit more about PCs. The next nighttime he took me to a college and into an Art class. When I saw all the students sketching a crowd of flush that was on a desk in the center of the room I got a little worried and shake up. I tried to tell Jon that I was a hopeless creative person, but he wouldn't listen to me.

A couple of minutes later the teacher came into the classroom and over to us. Jon asked if he was still looking for a biography model. At first I didn't twig but as the teacher looked me up and down I realised that Jon wanted me to pose for the class. I got all excited thinking 'wow, legitimise flashing ’. Without even talking to me Jon and the teacher agreed that I'd pose for the class on each Monday eve for the future 4 week.

This is what happened at the classes - well the concern bits.

information processing system course of study

I was just starting to put some wearing apparel on to go to my outset even class when Jon told me to tire a blouse and skirt. The blouse he told me to wear was quite baggy and he told me not to fasten the top 3 buttons. This meant that the highest button that was fastened was right in the middle of my boob. 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 skirt much so that it only needed me to lean forward a little for there to be a yawn hole for him to see in when he stood next to me.

I put a pelage on and drove Jon's car to the school.

When I got there and found the right classroom, 4 other the great unwashed were already sat in front of PCs talking to each former. 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 skirt. I smiled at him and asked if I could sit at any of the desks. After a slight intermission he said ‘ yes'so I chose a desk on the position of an aisle so that the teacher would be stood to my left. I sat not too close to the desk so that I had to lean 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 people came in and then the instructor. He was a bald, middle-aged man, hook up with man ; well he was wearing a wedding hoop. After the introduction the teacher got us to exchange the PCs on and then told us how to run a program that showed us all about the dissimilar bits of a PC. I pretended that I had never used a PC before and that I couldn't find the release that he was telling us to click 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 exhibit me.

poor people man, he just about stopped dead in his tracks when he saw my skirt and wooden leg. I saw him crimson a niggling as he stood beside me and pointed to the release on the screen. As he walked back to the front, he turned and looked back to me for a second before continuing with his lesson.

After about 10 mo I couldn't find another button. 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 span of times and then just before the end of the lesson I needed his help again. This time he came and stood in front line of my desk and leaned over my PC proctor to shew me where something was. As he leaned forward I could see that his eye were looking straight up my skirt.

The second lesson.

When I arrived the next week I was a petty late and there was only one PC give up. That was in the heart of the front row. I'd just got myself organised when the instructor 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 unwell and that he would be taking over the socio-economic class. When we did the round introducing ourselves, the instructor stared at me for quite a while before moving on to the succeeding individual. That made me a bit uncomfortable, but not enough for me to think about the fun I could have. As the others were introducing themselves I was thinking about my admirer Debbie and the fun that she used to possess at school.

This instructor tends to go off the study 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 bestow him back to land. Up until then I'd been sat with my articulatio genus tightly together and been concentrating on the example, but I was getting blase hearing to irrelevant gobbledegook so I let my knee character.

St. Peter was walking back and forth across the front of the elbow room and so deep into his little story that it took age for him realise what he was missing. He kept looking down at the floor, but never towards me. Eventually he did search over towards me. He stooped mid conviction, went bright red, and then carried on talking. He stared at my ramification, and up my doll, for a few minute then looked me in the eye. I just smiled at him.

The poor man just seemed to lose it from that point in the deterrent example. He kept sneaking coup d'oeil at my peg and pussy, but he looked as if he was a gamey schoolboy doing something that he shouldn't. Even though he went to aid other students with problems, he wouldn't come near me. Each time I asked him a question he stayed at the front and explained in great detail what I should be doing.

At the end of the lesson he was gone before anyone else. I overheard a couple 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 slight plot with the ‘ new'teacher the old hebdomad and wanted to preserve it so I arrived early to take sure that I got the same PC. I was a little surprised to find that not only was the teacher already there, but that he'd put a chair in the middle of the front of the class. I was looking at it when Peter said ‘ undecomposed evening ’, and explained that he'd had an fortuity and bruise a leg. He was going to use the chair so that he didn't have as far to walk.

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

The quietus of the students arrived and the division got started. Yes, some ( most ) of the men were ogling my ultra short skirt and low cut, suffer top, and some of the woman were giving me pestiferous looks ; but I'm used to that. My lone interests that Nox 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 minutes he sat on the president and kept talking. After a patch he gave us an utilisation 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 starting time, but as he kept looking, my knee kept opening until they were about a foundation apart.

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

somebody at the vertebral column asked him another doubtfulness 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 limp dick either, and there was quite a protuberance in the front line tight of his jean. It looked quite awful.

By then I'd realised that he had found his assurance and was out to enjoy himself as much as I was. I was as excited as his bump told me he was and I could feel my juices seeping out of me. Just flashing him wasn't enough, especially as he was blatantly staring at my kitty-cat and little 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 skirt on it would get risen up. As it was my spare tooshie was on the wooden chair. I let my left hand cliff onto my leg whenever it wasn't needed on the keyboard. Every so often I'd reach down and pull one of my rings or jerk my clit.

The first prison term I did it Peter did a double take. The 2nd time his head moved down towards me a bit.

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

putz was mesmerised and missed a couple of questions. One of the old men had to repeat himself brassy, to get Peter to snap out of his trance.

The example went on in a alike way and I was finding it unmanageable trying to typecast with my right deal whilst playing with my clit with my left bridge player. It's not the genuine typing ; it's concentrating enough to know what to type.

By the prison term 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 affair 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 heart, squeezed my utter lips shut, and went over the edge. Somehow I managed to keep quiet and I don't think that anyone realised what was happening - other than putz. When I opened my heart and looked at him his middle were locked on my pussy.

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

At the end of the example Peter asked me to bar back for a minute. 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 drinking with him. I lied and told him that my husband was waiting outdoor for me.

The next duo of weeks were very similar to the 3rd hebdomad. Peter kept sitting on the death chair in front of me, but his walking hitch had gone. I kept teasing him.

If anything unlike happens Jon has told me to indite about it.

Art Class

Week 1

I was very flighty as I drove to the college. Earlier that afternoon I spent years trying to make up one's mind what I should wear off. In the end I came to my common sense and remembered that no one was interest in what I was wearing going to the class. I put on a simple cotton miniskirt frock and shoes.

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

When I walked in the schoolroom everyone stopped talking and looked at me. After a pregnant pause 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 flighty 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 own to go right in the center 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 sketch me.

While he was doing that I looked unit of ammunition. There were about 20 people in there. Men and char of all ages from about 18 to 80. Some of them smiled at me and said hello while others just hold quiet.

The teacher then told me to go behind the screen in the corner, acquire my clothes off, put my robe on and do 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 dress and shoes to choose off it doesn't take longsighted and I was back within seconds. As I walked back I looked around and saw a duad of the men looking at me. One was a young man about 20. He didn't look as if he was only there for the art. His look brought that familiar frisson and dampness to my pussy.

"That was straightaway"he said and pointed to a big board in the middle of the way. He asked me to climb on and then he told me how to do the pose. I had to sit on the table with one leg bent at the human knee and the other straight out. He told me to celebrate my knees nearly together, but I let them roll to about 6 in apart. One deal was on the table behind me, whilst the other was on my thigh. I had to seem up into the top corner of the room.

Once the teacher was felicitous with my affectation he called all the scholarly person over and started telling and showing then which parts of my body he wanted them to concentrate on. One part was my boob. As he said that my nipples went even operose than they already were.

There were 20 people stood all around me looking down on my naked body. Some were stood at my metrical unit and I'm sure that they could see my juices leaking out of my kitty-cat. One woman whispered to another side by side to her, but she wasn't quiet enough. I think that most of the citizenry in there hear her say,"I've never seen a womanhood with hoop down there before."

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

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

After what seemed like an eternity the teacher came to the front and told me to feature a 10 minute fracture. I was grateful for that and climbed down off the table. The teacher said that normally the models put their gown on for the break, and offered me his jacket. I thanked him and told him that I was all justly as I was.

Most of the scholar kept drawing but the Brigham Young man came up to me and started chatting. As he was talking his eyes were everywhere but my eyes. It was courteous ( 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 round looking at the dissimilar drawings of me.

Some were quite good, I even thought about asking what would fall out to them after the lesson.

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

Some of the men and a match of the untried fair sex chatted to me as I walked round. Some were staring at me and I didn't know if it was for the welfare of their drawing or because I was naked in amongst them.

Being naked in amongst those people gave me mixed feelings. The dangerous artist did absolutely cipher for me and I felt totally at well-situated with them. It was similar to being at the naturist swim and on a naturist beach. The masses that I wasn't sure about made me feel a slight rouse. The more that I thought individual was looking at me in a sexual manor house, the more activated I got.

When I got to round to where the Brigham Young man that had been chatting me up was, I was getting really excited. That pussy quiver was very impregnable and I could really feel my juice flowing. As I walked up to him I saw that familiar swelling in his trousers. He tried chatting me up again, but I just kept asking him pathetic questions about his lousy attempt to disembowel me. His reply sounded just as stupid as my interrogation. If anyone was listening they must have thought we were both aesthetic thickies.

The rift came to an end and the teacher asked me to get back up on the tabular array. As I was walking towards the mesa I decided that I'd better go to the gutter before getting stuck in one locating again ( I also wanted to clean up my soggy kitty before starting again ). I told the instructor and asked him where the skinny toilet was. He told me that it was only about 20 thousand 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 honest, the thought had crossed my mind but I wanted the chance to walk about the corridor a bit. I was wondering if I might meet and shock someone.

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

The teacher was right, it was only 20 yards to the toilet and I was in and out and back in the classroom in no clip. I was a bit frustrated that I hadn't seen anyone.

The arcsecond 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 projection screen the Edward 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 chance to serve 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 farseeing and asked if I was okay to add up 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 same number of people who had been there the old week. I did notice an extra pair of youngish people.

The teacher arrived before I had the chance to do anything or utter to anyone, and immediately brought the year 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 cue what he meant by ‘ strange office'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 generate me any problem are you ?"I was a bit blow out of the water and surprise. Whenever he had spoken to me before he'd given me the impression that he was a hone valet de chambre. This dominant style took me my surprise.

"Right,"he said,"go and get your wearing apparel off while I get the roach ready."Another surprise I thought, it sounded as if I wasn't going to experience a problem keeping still that Night. I turned towards the changing screen and saw that it wasn't there. It was nowhere in the room. I turned back towards the teacher to severalise him and to ask where I should get strip. He was busy opening a bag so after a warm think I though, ‘ what the infernal region'and walked to the incline of the room where there were some chairs. I turned to front the year and saw that about half the scholarly person were watching me and the other half were watching the teacher raising some roach 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 head. The man was smiling back at me as I undid the small while of Velcro that was holding my skirt up and dropped it to the floor. I then squatted down with my knees wide-cut apart as I unfastened my sandals and the walked out of them.

My pussycat was starting to tingle and get wet.

When I got back to the teacher he told me that he wanted me to climb on the table and hold my arms out while he tied a rope to each of my wrist. He then threw the roofy over steel soma that was holding the roof up and pulled my arm 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 routine of ‘ extension'added, some quite recently. We were in the old part, a bingle taradiddle building.

The teacher then told me to spread my wooden leg and asked me if he needed to tie them to anything to keep them apart. I told him that it wasn't necessary, as I was comfortable as I was. I wondered if he knew that I spent quite a bit of sentence hanging my wrist, naked and spread-eagle. I looked down at the students and realised that my snatch was at about headspring superlative for nigh of the students. I got a footling bed wetter as I thought about what some of them might be thinking and knowing that there would be about 20 duad of eyes staring at my pussy for the succeeding hour.

The next 30 or so minutes went in no time. I'd been daydreaming and when the teacher unfastened the ropes I suddenly realised that it had been a nice daydream and that my pussy felt really wet. I needed to go to the lav 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 pussy dry and was sat there playing with my clit when I heard some girls 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 room access and walked to the sink. As I was washing my hands one of them asked me where my dress where. I just said,"Art class"as if that would explain everything and walked out.

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

spine in the classroom I wandered beat looking at unlike perspective of my rout naked body. One or two had taken ‘ artistic licence'and drawn me with extra R-2 and rap on. One had actually drawn a dildo sticking out of my cunt. The detail that some had gone to while drawing my pussy and trivial gold hoop was just amazing.



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

The instructor asked me if I was okay to continue and when I said I was he retied my carpus and told me to get back on the table.

The end of the lesson came all too soon. The teacher dismissed the class and left me up there while they were all leaving. It was weird saying sayonara to them as the walked passed me having one last look at my bare kitty.

When they'd all gone the teacher came over to me and asked me if I was okay with the different eccentric of pose. I told him that I was and that I was used to being restrained like that."Not in world I suspect, did you savor 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 extra time lined-up for me and got another duet of ropes out of his bag. He tied my mightily leg to one leg of the mesa and as he was tying my left wing leg to the other end of the table he told me that he'd arranged for a couple of his mates to come and call for some photo of me.



For some reason I didn't think that any harm could come in to me, only unspoilt, so I wasn't worried. In fact I was excited. I felt another tingle and upsurge of juices.

A few moment later 3 men and 2 char 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 minutes I was untied, the dildo was pulled out and I was told to lie on the table. Needless to say I was spread-eagle again. to a greater extent pic 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 panicked because the teacher said,"Relax dearest, we're not going to do it you, if we did you wouldn't be back side by side week."

The six of them took it in turns to make me cum either with their hands or their mouths whilst the others kept taking more photographs. 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 exchange the lights off and mesh up. Poor man got quite a surprisal and said,"Sorry."I got up and put my clothes on as he watched me. As I walked out I said,"Don't be sorry, 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 miss fitting cotton mini dress and shoes on, and as I walked into the school the wind was blowing it everywhere.

I was a bit late, and by the sentence I got to the classroom everyone was there waiting for me. The teacher came up to me and said that he was getting a bit vex that I might not be there. He then told everyone that I was going to vex in a very submissive pose and that he wanted them to sketch me exactly as they saw me, no extra snatch. center 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 shoes off and climbed onto the table. The teacher then told me how he wanted me to pose. What he described was the situation that I have to get into when Jon tells me to ‘ take for granted the spatial relation ’. On my knees with them wide apart. I then have to slant back as far as I can and support my dead body with my hands on the floor. I've lost could of the number of clock time that I've been in this military position, and for how tenacious. If you add it all up it must be daytime, so another 60 minutes wasn't going to bring in much departure. The remainder this meter was that there would be 20 odd pairs of eyes looking at me and my spreading pussy.

Again the time went very quickly as recalled the late night's school term on the fucking machine at home. Jon had left me on the automobile 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 fracture I needed the toilet again ; I needed to pee and cum. The instructor didn't botheration to say anything as I walked out of the classroom still naked. I didn't see anyone again and relieved both aches in peace and quiet.

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

They saw me just as quickly as I saw them. I had a disconnected second base to make up one's mind to either jump back into the female child's toilet or keep going. You've guessed it, I kept going.

The teenager ( boys and young lady ) were all about 18 and they came out with all the commentary that you'd expect in a situation like that. I was in the center of the corridor and expecting them to break social station and let me through the middle of them. I was expecting ( and hoping for ) a few groping hands, but I wasn't expecting them to stop and block up the corridor.

They surrounded me and didn't move when I asked them to. Whilst some of them were feeling my pap and pussy, one of them asked me why I was naked. I told them that I was the model in the Art form. Another said that I shouldn't base on balls round the school day without clothes on because anything could encounter to me. When another said that they should learn me a lesson I started to get a footling worried. They bundled me back into the girl's toilets and discussed what they should do with me. Thankfully, when one of the lads suggested that all the feller should ‘ screw 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 model for a lot more people.

With one lad holding either of my arms they ran me all round the school corridors and outside through the car park onto the main road, back into the schooltime grounds and onto the sports field. Most of the mathematical group were following us.

I suppose that the fellow thought that I was running so easily because they were holding my sleeve. In reality I was loving it. It was an apology to be naked in public and to shock 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 barge our way through a couple of socio-economic class that were ending. I've no thought what they were, but all the hoi polloi were adult 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 main road. I heard a twain of Tyre screeches as on or two motorist got distracted.

When we got into the middle of the sports field the cub 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 minute or so getting my breathing space back the worked out the best way to get back to the Art grade. We'd gone in a big roundabout and the Art schoolroom wasn't that far away. I only had a pair of schoolroom Windows to pop off before could get back into the construction and then down a short bit of corridor and I'd be there.

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

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

Anyway, it was back into the spatial relation and try to unstrain. About half way through the seance I looked round the room a bit and saw that the young man who'd tried to confab me up was trying to attract my aid. He was at the backbone of the way and it was doubtful that any of the other student could see him unless they turned round. Out eyes met for a second and instead of him getting on with his resume he rubbed the front of his trousers and pretended to wank himself.

At the end of the object lesson the teacher asked me to stay put as I was while he dismissed the grade. When they'd all gone he came and stood at the tabular array at my knee end. In issue, right between my peg. He looked me up and down then said,"No photographers tonight, but I just wanted to distinguish you that you will really delight succeeding calendar week's stratum. You'll go home shattered."When I told him that I was looking forward to it he turned, picked up his travelling bag and walked out saying,"Good, see you succeeding hebdomad then."

I put my clothes and shoes on and went home. When I told Jon about the grouping of teen he just laughed and told me to be careful.

week 4

I was a bit late getting to the class and everyone was waiting for me. As soon as I walked in the teacher told everyone that he wanted them to try to catch the mood that I would soon be in. One of the women asked him what mood 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 young men say,"Nice one teach."

I didn't fuss looking for the changing screen and just whipped my dress up and off. I didn't know what to expect other than that I was going to be sexually excited in forepart of 20 plus multitude. I was wondering how, looking forward to it and getting a bit damp. My nipple were already rock hard.

When I got up onto the table the teacher tied my carpus to the ceiling beams the same way he'd done the second prison term I'd posed. This clip he'd got me to stand on a few books and when my wrists were secured he removed the Word leaving me dangling there. After he'd done that he told me to unfold my legs wide and he tied my ankles to the legs 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 state of sexual upheaval was enough for what the instructor wanted. It wasn't really visible - apart from my slightly wet slit and hard nipples ; and being restrained like that for the next hour wasn't going to tire me out.

What happened next had me puzzled to get going off with. The teacher got a picayune table and put it in-between my legs. Next he got a few ledger and put them on it. On top of that he got something that I hadn't seen for years, a metronome that he must have borrowed from the medicine elbow room. Then he got a big feathering 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 pussy was getting a very rhythmical tickle.

As I started to understand what was going to happen to me I heard the teacher tell the scholarly person to concentrate on drawing my torso first. He told them that it would call for a while for my cheek to get the expression that he wanted them to capture.

It didn't take long. Within a couplet of minutes my nipples were so gruelling that I thought they were going to burst and my pussy was really coming alive. I could finger my succus leaking out of me. Five instant later I was very close to cumming. I guess that the teacher could separate that because he said,"Try and reserve it Vanessa, the students need more time to get your expression down on paper."

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

There was one middle-aged cleaning woman who was sketching with one paw whilst her former deal was sliding up and down her body. I had to look at someone else because I was sure she was about to grab one of her titty or rub her twat.

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

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

No sooner than my foremost orgasm started to subside than I could palpate a indorsement start. I tried to fight it but I didn't stand a luck. It hit me harder than the get-go. Right in the middle of it I looked round the elbow room and saw that one middle-aged charwoman was looking all hot and bothered. I wondered what United States Department of State her knickers ( if she was wearing any ) were in.

When I started to occur down from my high gear, the teacher came over and told me that it was time for a gaolbreak. 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 rupture. When I told him that I was all right and was used to being restrained in exchangeable berth he said,"Good, it would be a waste of valuable clock time untying then retying me.

I slowly started to cool down a bit and became very aware of the state of my twat and pegleg. I could feel my cunt gaping open and my juice running down my pegleg. Even my fundament felt wet although that may have got been sweat.

During the severance a few of the students came and had a closer look at me. As I looked down on them I could see a mixture of sake and lust on their faces. I could see what looked ilk dreadful protuberance in the trousers of nigh of the men. One of the younger men was stood in front line of me for age. Never once did his eyes look up and meet mine. He was the last to go back to his easel and just before he left I could try him muttering,"What I could do with that."It wasn't his shaft 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 body jumped as the plumage touched my kitty-cat the foremost clock time. Before he told the students to get on with their sketching, the teacher looked up and asked me if I was all proper to keep on. I looked down at him and said,"Yes please."

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

When I came round I first felt the effort that I was covered in. Straight after that it was the feather. I had another orgasm before I heard the teacher say,"OK, that's enough."

I was just hanging there for ages before the teacher booster my legs onto the script and then untied me. As he untied my survive wrist I started to collapse and he had to put his arm round me to stop me from falling. To be fair to the teacher he aimed at putting his arm round my waistline. Because I was covered in effort I kept slipping down and he only managed to proceed me from falling when his arm had slipped up to my armpit. By that sentence his had was holding my left white meat. He held me like that until I was standing on the flat coat. He lowered me onto a chair and said,"You stay there while the educatee finish off."

I was knackered ; it took me about 5 bit to feel able-bodied to stand up. When I did I slowly walked round the room. I wanted to see the sketches. Some were quite goodness, some not. A couple of them were quite interesting. They showed lilliputian pearl of liquid in mid air below my pussycat. I guess that I'd been squirting when I'd had my orgasms.

Shortly after that the teacher ended the lesson and the student left. The teacher spent ages looking at all the sketches while I just sat there trying to encounter some push. Eventually the teacher got up and thanked me for posing for the class. He said something about there not being many opportunities for artist to capture dead on target human emotions. All I could mean of to saw was,"The joy was all mine,"which it was. I know that I'm now a fully-fledged exhibitionist and it really had been a pleasure. It's one thing letting citizenry see me nude, but it's something else letting them see me having multiple coming. It was a literal turn-on.

The instructor then said that he really had to lock the room and leave. I told him that I'd go and have a shower before going nursing home. All that sweating had left me feeling quite dirty. I picked-up my dress and skid and wandered out into the corridor. There was no one out there, it was getting lately and I guess that nearly mass had gone home.

Just down the corridor are the young woman's toilets. Through a door at the back are the young lady's changing rooms and shower. I dropped my dress and shoes in the corner and went into the showers. It felt undecomposed. I stayed soaking for ages and not thinking about anything other than the delight that I'd just had. The next affair that I knew was that there was a man staring at me. I saw him out of the corner of my eye. He didn't say anything, and I didn't react to his mien. I just kept soaking up the warm water.

After a few seconds with neither of us doing anything, the front of a man watching me naked in the rain shower started to get me going again. I felt my nipples get hard and my pussy aching. That ache had to be relieved so my proper manus slowly worked its way down to my clit. As my right hand got busy I still pretended that I hadn't seen him. It didn't take long for me to cum again, but as I did my read/write head went up and I could no longer act that I hadn't seen him.

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

I turned the cascade off, then told him that I'd been in the Art class and needed a shower before going rest home. I didn't make any attack 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 cabinet in the changing room. I asked him if he could look for me and I followed him out into the changing room.

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

I couldn't see often level in hanging around waiting so I picked up my dress and brake shoe and followed him. It was only when he had to give a door that he realised that I was behind him. He started telling me that I shouldn't be walking around the schoolhouse naked but I interrupted him and told him I didn't think that it would matter as we were the sole one there. He didn't say anything and kept walking.

We got to an outdoors threshold 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 individual might see me outside. I just said that I didn't nous and kept following him.

Fortunately, or unfortunately, there was no one around and we walked across a railway yard and into a trivial shop. 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 tomentum ) and I just rubbed my hair. As I was doing this I could see the caretaker staring at me. I took my clock time so that he could have a sound look. Eventually I stopped, gave him the towel back and thanked him.

We both stood there staring at each early for what seemed like an timelessness, but was probably only a few seconds. In the end I broke the silence and said,"The kids don't semen in here then."He just said,"What ?"I pointed to the calendar on the bulwark. It has a big moving picture of a naked woman with her wooden leg open a bit. I could just see the sheepcote of her hairy pussy back talk.

"Yes, err No"he said. The man was obviously queasy about being alone with a nude char so I said,"Sorry, but I don't come upto her standards."That seemed to settle him a bit because he said,"You're more beautiful than her, I don't really like big tits, and you shave down there. Besides, you're here in the material body, 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 airs for him. It was getting a bit late and Jon would be wondering where I was, but I said,"Okay, but just for a few minutes, my husband will be waiting for me."With that he was off saying,"spine in two minutes."

While he was gone I had a flavour unit of ammunition. In one draw I found some old Fiesta mag. 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 breath ; he said that he thought I might accept gone or that he'd find that he was dreaming and that I wasn't very. I smiled at him and said,"I'm real all right. Now how do you want me to pose ?"I was a bit surprised when he said,"With your wooden leg all-embracing open."

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

Eventually he ran out of film and thanked me. I told him that it had been my pleasure but I really had to go. As I was putting my shoes and dress on he thanked me again, and said,"See you around."As I walked out he said,"No underclothing ?"“ Don't believe it in."I shouted back. What a nice 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 bring out all of them on my web pages, as and when he's read them and is well-chosen with them.

Love

Vanessa