first appearance

Hi, my figure 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 dull macrocosm in a little townsfolk in North Wales and went to operate as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East Midland of England. It was a intrepid decision to make as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advertizement in a BDSM powder magazine that somebody had left in the hairdressers where I worked. I didn't really know what I was letting myself in for, but I really did require to do something because my life was so drab and boring. Even the interview for the job was unbelievable, but I was so desperate to interchange my lifespan 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 daybook of my new life, and he has since created a web situation that it is published on.

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

If you care to read my Journal you will key that my kinship with Jon is rather dissimilar to that of most employee and employer, but I have easily come to understand that I have a life that just could not be more cheering or pleasurable. I love my life and all the little escapade that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a short bit of tomentum that grows on my legs, I have no body hair's-breadth below my neck opening. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with diminished ( ish ), saucy boob that have little aureoles and giant nipples. When they're severe Jon says they're like chapel hat pegs. I have a overnice business firm, two-dimensional stomach with a pubic ivory that does stick out a bit. In my kitty-cat lips I have 2 short gold 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 round headspring. Jon sometimes calls it my little dick. I don't own any bras, pants, trousers, leggings or shorts ; and 90 % of my skirt and dress 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 great frisson from letting other people see my body.

I hope that's enough to satisfy the citizenry who asked. If it isn't, perhaps they would like to e-mail me with particular 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 worry experiences that we have had since then.

Both Jon and I have been scouring the net looking for ideas for little risky venture or incidents that we could invent to have some fun. We've found one or two stories that appear to be slightly rewritten copy of some of the text in my daybook, 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 annoyed about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that someone thought our dangerous undertaking were beneficial enough to re-create. I've started thinking that way as well.

The risky venture I'm about to report is when Jon decided that I should further my didactics a bit by : -

Going to Night School

If you've read 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 wearing apparel on ) and that my face is quite Danton True Young looking. Just before Christmas 2000 I'd lost my part-time job as a hairdresser when the building that the salon was in watch fire. Just after Christmas 2000 Jon decided that I would go back to schoolhouse. At first I was a bit horrified that he wanted me to expend days sitting through dull object lesson, but after a span of minutes of explanation I started looking forward to it.

Jon took me to a comprehensive school at the former side of Ithiel Town and I signed-up for calculator Literacy trend. He said that it was time that I learned a bit more about PCs. The next nighttime he took me to a college and into an Art course of instruction. When I saw all the students sketching a clump of flowers that was on a desk in the heart of the way I got a little worried and unrestrained. I tried to tell Jon that I was a hopeless artist, 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 life model. At first I didn't branchlet but as the teacher looked me up and down I realised that Jon wanted me to pose for the category. I got all excited thought 'wow, legitimate flash ’. Without even talking to me Jon and the teacher agreed that I'd pose for the year on each Monday eventide for the following 4 weeks.

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

figurer Class

I was just starting to put some dress on to go to my commencement eventide class when Jon told me to wear a blouse and skirt. The blouse he told me to tire out was quite baggy and he told me not to fasten the top 3 clit. This meant that the high-pitched release that was fastened was right in the middle of my boobs. 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 footling for there to be a yaw hole for him to see in when he stood side by side to me.

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

When I got there and found the justly classroom, 4 other people 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 old men's heart 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 break he said ‘ yes'so I chose a desk on the incline of an aisle so that the instructor would be stood to my left hand. 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 mass came in and then the teacher. He was a bald, middle-aged man, wed man ; well he was wearing a wedding halo. After the introductions the instructor got us to switch the PCs on and then told us how to run a syllabus that showed us all about the different moment 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 click on. After he tried to account where I should be looking and me saying that I couldn't see it, he finally came over to show me.

poor man, he just about stopped dead in his tracks when he saw my skirt and branch. I saw him flush a little as he stood beside me and pointed to the button on the screen. As he walked back to the social movement, he turned and looked back to me for a second before continuing with his lesson.

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

This happened another duet of clip and then just before the end of the lesson I needed his help again. This sentence 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 optic were looking straight up my skirt.

The second lesson.

When I arrived the side by side week I was a little late and there was only one PC free. That was in the middle of the social movement row. I'd just got myself organised when the teacher came in. It wasn't the same man. The new man ( Saint Peter Johnson ) is about my age and looks a bit of a geek.

After he'd introduced himself he told us that the premature instructor was unwell and that he would be taking over the class. When we did the bout introducing ourselves, the teacher stared at me for quite a patch before moving on to the next person. 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 protagonist Debbie and the fun that she used to have at school.

This teacher tends to go off the subject a bit and lapin on about thing that don't seem relevant to what we're doing. It was during about his third misstep into technophobic whatever that I decided to try to impart him back to ground. Up until then I'd been sat with my articulatio genus tightly together and been concentrating on the lesson, but I was getting bore listening to irrelevant gobbledegook so I let my knees part.

Peter was walking back and forth across the front of the room and so deep into his little narration that it took ages for him realise 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 time, went bright red, and then carried on talking. He stared at my legs, and up my skirt, for a few seconds then looked me in the eye. I just smiled at him.

The poor man just seemed to miss it from that decimal point in the deterrent example. He kept sneaking glances 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 bookman with problems, he wouldn't come near me. Each time I asked him a question he stayed at the nominal head and explained in groovy contingent what I should be doing.

At the end of the object lesson he was gone before anyone else. I overheard a pair of the bookman talking as they went out, one was saying that the instructor was precious and shy.

The tertiary lesson.

I'd enjoyed my little game with the ‘ new'teacher the previous workweek and wanted to preserve it so I arrived early to clear sure that I got the Lapplander PC. I was a fiddling surprised to get that not only was the teacher already there, but that he'd put a chair in the eye of the forepart of the class. I was looking at it when tool said ‘ good eve ’, and explained that he'd had an accident and bruise 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 better than planned.

The rest of the bookman arrived and the course of instruction got started. Yes, some ( almost ) of the men were ogling my ultra short dame and low cut, lose top, and some of the women were giving me dirty looking ; but I'm used to that. My lonesome sake that night were learning a bit more about PCs, and having some fun with the teacher.

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

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

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

Someone at the back asked him another question and he had to go and depict them something. As he got up and walked passed me I couldn't avail noticing that not only wasn't he limping, he didn't have a limp prick either, and there was quite a gibbosity in the front line tight of his blue jean. It looked quite terrible.

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

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

The first time I did it Peter did a twofold takings. The second metre his question moved down towards me a bit.

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

Peter was mesmerised and missed a span of questions. One of the old men had to repeat himself louder, to get Peter to crack out of his trance.

The lesson went on in a standardised way and I was finding it difficult trying to type with my right hand whilst playing with my clit with my left hired hand. It's not the actual typewriting ; it's concentrating decent to recognize what to type.

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

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

When I coughed a bit he looked up at my face. I smiled and he went vivid red.

At the end of the lesson Peter asked me to barricade back for a instant. As I waited for everyone else to leave behind 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 drinkable with him. I lied and told him that my husband was waiting outside for me.

The succeeding duo of week were very similar to the thirdly week. shaft kept sitting on the hot seat in front of me, but his walking limp had gone. I kept teasing him.

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

Art Class

calendar week 1

I was very nervous as I drove to the college. Earlier that good afternoon I spent long time trying to determine what I should wear upon. In the end I came to my good sense and remembered that no one was concerned in what I was wearing going to the class. I put on a childlike cotton mini apparel and shoes.

I was still nervous 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 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 aught to be nervous about, and asked me if I wanted a cup of coffee.

I told him that I was okay, that chocolate made me need to pee and that I didn't want to suffer to go right in the heart of the academic 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 teacher then called for muteness and told everyone who I was and started telling them how they had to adumbrate me.

While he was doing that I looked rhythm. There were about 20 multitude in there. Men and cleaning woman of all ages from about 18 to 80. Some of them smiled at me and said hello while others just celebrate quiet.

The teacher then told me to go behind the CRT screen in the corner, take my apparel off, put my robe on and come up back. He said that he's put me in the mannerism that he wanted when I got back. He just said"Oh, okey !"when I told him that I didn't have a robe.

When you've only got a clothes and place to take off it doesn't take long and I was back within indorsement. As I walked back I looked around and saw a span of the men looking at me. One was a unseasoned man about 20. He didn't face as if he was only there for the art. His look brought that familiar prickling and dampness to my pussy.

"That was ready"he said and pointed to a big table in the middle of the elbow room. 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 grass at the knee and the other straight out. He told me to keep my knee joint nearly together, but I let them drift to about 6 inches apart. One hand was on the table behind me, whilst the former was on my thigh. I had to count up into the top recess of the elbow room.

Once the teacher was well-chosen with my airs he called all the pupil over and started telling and showing then which office of my body he wanted them to condense on. One contribution was my breast. As he said that my nipples went even intemperate than they already were.

There were 20 masses stood all around me looking down on my naked soundbox. Some were stood at my understructure and I'm sure that they could see my juice leaking out of my pussy. One cleaning lady whispered to another succeeding to her, but she wasn't quiet enough. I think that most of the people in there hear her say,"I've never seen a char with doughnut down there before."

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

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

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

Most of the students kept drawing but the Whitney Moore Young Jr. man came up to me and started chatting. As he was talking his centre were everywhere but my eyes. It was prissy ( 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 happen 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 yoke of the younger women chatted to me as I walked round. 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.

beingness naked in amongst those people gave me blend belief. The life-threatening artist did absolutely nix for me and I felt totally at easy with them. It was similar to being at the naturist swims and on a naturist beach. The people that I wasn't sure about made me feel a little stir. The more than that I thought someone was looking at me in a sexual manor, the more excited I got.

When I got to brush up to where the young man that had been chatting me up was, I was getting really excited. That pussy tingle was very hard and I could really feel my juices flowing. As I walked up to him I saw that familiar hump in his trouser. He tried chatting me up again, but I just kept asking him silly questions about his lousy attempt to disembowel me. His answers sounded just as stupid as my dubiousness. If anyone was listening they must have thought we were both artistic thickies.

The good luck came to an end and the teacher asked me to get back up on the mesa. As I was walking towards the table I decided that I'd better go to the throne before getting stuck in one perspective again ( I also wanted to cleanse up my sloughy pussycat before starting again ). I told the instructor and asked him where the close throne was. He told me that it was only about 20 thou down the corridor.

I started waking towards the classroom door when the teacher said,"Hadn't you better put some wearing apparel on ?"To be perfectly honest, the thought had crossed my mind but I wanted the prospect to take the air about the corridor a bit. I was wondering if I might meet and blow out of the water someone.

I didn't really give the teacher a chance to say any more, I just said,"No, it's okay, it's only a few yards and it sounds as if everyone's in their classes."With that I was out of the threshold 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 schoolroom in no time. I was a bit disappointed that I hadn't seen anyone.

The second 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 luck 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 farsighted and asked if I was okay to get back the adjacent workweek. 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 previous calendar week. I did notice an duplicate pair of youngish people.

The instructor arrived before I had the opportunity to do anything or verbalize to anyone, and immediately brought the class to order. He told the class that I was going to present in an unusual position that night and that he wanted the educatee to add a trivial bit of imagination to their drawing.

I hadn't a hint what he meant by ‘ unusual position'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 give me any trouble are you ?"I was a bit appall and surprised. Whenever he had spoken to me before he'd given me the belief that he was a gross gentleman. This dominant allele style took me my surprise.

"Right,"he said,"go and get your clothes off while I get the rophy ready."Another surprise I thought, it sounded as if I wasn't going to ingest a problem keeping still that night. I turned towards the changing concealment and saw that it wasn't there. It was nowhere in the room. I turned back towards the teacher to order him and to ask where I should get undress. He was busy opening a bag so after a quickly think I though, ‘ what the pit'and walked to the slope of the room where there were some electric chair. I turned to face up the class and saw that about half the scholarly person were watching me and the other half were watching the instructor nip and tuck some roofy 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 little piece of Velcro that was holding my annulus up and dropped it to the floor. I then squatted down with my knees wide apart as I unfastened my sandals and the walked out of them.

My cunt was starting to tingle and get wet.

When I got back to the instructor he told me that he wanted me to climb on the table and guard my arms out while he tied a rophy to each of my radiocarpal joint. He then threw the circle over blade frame that was holding the roof up and pulled my arms up in the air.

Maybe I need to explicate that the school was originally built bout about the spell of the 19th / 20th hundred. It has had quite a number of ‘ extensions'added, some quite recently. We were in the old component part, a single story building.

The teacher then told me to diffuse my legs and asked me if he needed to tie them to anything to keep 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 students and realised that my kitty was at about nous stature for about of the students. I got a petty surface-active agent as I thought about what some of them might be thinking and knowing that there would be about 20 yoke of eyes staring at my pussycat for the following hour.

The next 30 or so minute of arc went in no meter. I'd been daydreaming and when the teacher unfastened the circle I suddenly realised that it had been a nice daydream and that my pussy 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 luck to finish saying that perhaps I should put some wearing apparel on.

There was no one in the corridor or the toilet when I got there. I locked myself in stall, had a pee, wiped my pussycat dry and was sat there playing with my clit when I heard some girl come in. I brought myself to an 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 drag one's heels doorway and walked to the swallow hole. As I was washing my hands one of them asked me where my clothes where. I just said,"Art class"as if that would explicate everything and walked out.

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

Back in the schoolroom I wandered one shot looking at different scene of my spread-eagle naked eubstance. One or two had taken ‘ esthetic licence'and get out me with extra Mexican valium and belts on. One had actually drawn a dildo sticking out of my snatch. The detail that some had gone to while drawing my pussycat and little gold rings was just amazing.



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

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

The end of the lesson came all too soon. The instructor dismissed the class and left me up there while they were all leaving. It was Weird saying goodbye to them as the walked passed me having one last look at my defenseless pussy.

When they'd all gone the teacher came over to me and asked me if I was okay with the different character of airs. I told him that I was and that I was used to being restrained like that."Not in public I suspect, did you enjoy 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 couple of rope out of his bag. He tied my correct leg to one leg of the board and as he was tying my left field leg to the former end of the table he told me that he'd arranged for a couple of his mates to issue forth and take on some picture of me.



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

A few minutes later 3 men and 2 char came in and started getting photographic 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. needle to say I was spread-eagle again. More photographs were taken and the teacher came and stood beside me and started playing with my slit. I suddenly realised how vulnerable I was and obviously looked frightened because the teacher said,"Relax honey, we're not going to jazz you, if we did you wouldn't be back next week."

The six of them took it in turns to work 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 switch the lights off and lock up. poor man got quite a surprise 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 suffer 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 metre 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 worried that I might not be there. He then told everyone that I was going to pose in a very submissive affectedness and that he wanted them to sketch me exactly as they saw me, no excess bits. Concentrate on what they could actually see.

He then told me to get disinvest and onto the board. Again the changing screen was missing so I just whipped my frock straight up over my head, kicked my brake shoe off and climbed onto the tabular array. The instructor then told me how he wanted me to model. What he described was the position that I have to get into when Jon tells me to ‘ assume the spot ’. On my human knee with them all-encompassing apart. I then have to list back as far as I can and support my body with my mitt on the floor. I've lost could of the routine of clock time that I've been in this berth, and for how long. If you add it all up it must be days, so another hour wasn't going to defecate practically difference. The difference this time was that there would be 20 odd twosome of eyes looking at me and my bed covering pussy.

Again the fourth dimension went very quickly as recalled the previous night's sitting on the fucking 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 prison term. I was still a bit sore.

At the break I needed the throne again ; I needed to pee and cum. The teacher didn't bother to say anything as I walked out of the schoolroom 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 chemical group of teenagers walking towards me. They were all dressed in sport geared wheel and looked as if they'd just escaped from the gym.

They saw me just as quickly as I saw them. I had a disunited second to decide to either leap back into the young woman's lavatory or keep going. You've guessed it, I kept going.

The teen ( boy and girls ) were all about 18 and they came out with all the comments that you'd expect in a situation like that. I was in the centre of the corridor and expecting them to break ranks and let me through the middle of them. I was expecting ( and hoping for ) a few groping manus, but I wasn't expecting them to stop and block the corridor.

They surrounded me and didn't move when I asked them to. Whilst some of them were feeling my nipple and pussy, one of them asked me why I was naked. I told them that I was the poser in the Art class. Another said that I shouldn't manner of walking round the school day without clothes on because anything could happen to me. When another said that they should teach me a example I started to get a minuscule worried. They bundled me back into the girl's john and discussed what they should do with me. Thankfully, when one of the fellow 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 painting model I should be made to nude model for a lot to a greater extent people.

With one lad holding either of my weapon they ran me all round the school corridors and outside through the car park onto the main road, back into the school primer coat and onto the fun field. Most of the grouping were following us.

I suppose that the lads thought that I was running so easily because they were holding my coat of arms. In realness I was loving it. It was an exculpation to be naked in public and to shock a few multitude. I knew that if we were caught I could get away with it by saying that the feller were forcing me to do it. If only they knew.

As we went down one of the corridors we had to thrust ahead our way through a couple of classes that were ending. I've no estimation what they were, but all the citizenry were adults and we got a few comments from some of them. There were a few people in the car park and a lot more on the main route. I heard a couple of tyre screeches as on or two motorist got distracted.

When we got into the middle of the sports field of study the chap let go of me and one of them said,"Let that be a lesson fille,"and they all walked off laughing.

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

As I was walking down the way of life passed the classroom I looked in to see a match of hoi polloi looking out towards me. One man had a big smile 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 moment of wet dope on my feet.

Anyway, it was back into the position and try to unwind. About half way through the seance I looked round the room a bit and saw that the young man who'd tried to gossip me up was trying to draw my attention. He was at the back of the room and it was doubtful that any of the other pupil could see him unless they turned troll. Out eyes met for a indorsement and instead of him getting on with his study he rubbed the forepart of his trousers and pretended to masturbate himself.

At the end of the object lesson 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 genu end. In burden, right between my wooden leg. He looked me up and down then said,"No photographers tonight, but I just wanted to evidence you that you will really enjoy succeeding week's course of study. You'll go home shattered."When I told him that I was looking forward to it he turned, picked up his traveling bag and walked out saying,"Good, see you next week then."

I put my garb and shoes on and went home. When I told Jon about the mathematical group of teenagers he just laughed and told me to be careful.

week 4

I was a bit latterly getting to the category 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 climate that I would soon be in. One of the charwoman asked him what temper I would be in. His reply was just two lyric,"Sexual excitement."When he said that I turned and looked at him and I heard one of the Lester Willis Young men say,"Nice one teach."

I didn't bother looking for the changing screenland 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 figurehead of 20 plus people. I was wondering how, looking forward to it and getting a bit damp. My mamilla were already rock candy hard.

When I got up onto the table the teacher tied my wrists to the cap beams the same way he'd done the 2d time I'd posed. This prison term he'd got me to stand on a few books and when my wrists were secured he removed the Word of God leaving me dangling there. After he'd done that he told me to open my ramification wide and he tied my mortise joint to the pegleg 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 province of intimate excitement was enough for what the teacher wanted. It wasn't really visible - apart from my slightly wet cunt and hard pap ; and being restrained like that for the next hour wasn't going to tire me out.

What happened next had me puzzled to start off with. The teacher got a little table and put it mediate my peg. Next he got a few Holy Writ and put them on it. On top of that he got something that I hadn't seen for twelvemonth, a metronome that he must have borrowed from the music room. Then he got a big feather out of his bag and taped it to the metronome arm so that it was just touching my twat. Then he set the metronome arm going backwards and forwards. My pussy was getting a very rhythmic tickle.

As I started to understand what was going to happen to me I heard the instructor tell the students to centralize on drawing my consistency first. He told them that it would take a while for my face to get the expression that he wanted them to capture.

It didn't take long. Within a couple of min my teat were so grueling that I thought they were going to collapse and my pussy was really coming alive. I could feel my juices leaking out of me. Five minutes later I was very close to cumming. I guess that the instructor could distinguish that because he said,"Try and hold it Vanessa, the pupil need more metre to get your verbalism down on paper."

Well I tried, it wasn't as if I could stake away, or conclude my branch. I tried to pore on anything but the inevitable. I looked round the room at the faces of the students. I tried to centralise on the faces that were getting on with their sketching and looked oblivious to the berth. Every fourth dimension I stared at one of those the great unwashed I'd see a motion out of the recess of my eye that would trouble me. Only about 60 % of the scholarly person were just getting on with their job. The former 40 % were being affected.

There was one middle-aged woman who was sketching with one mitt whilst her other hand was sliding up and down her consistency. I had to attend at someone else because I was certain she was about to seize one of her tits or rub her pussy.

I saw one young 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 read/write head was rolling from side to side and I could listen 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 first sexual climax started to subside than I could palpate a indorse start. I tried to fight it but I didn't stand a fortune. It hit me laborious than the foremost. Right in the middle of it I looked round the way and saw that one middle-aged woman was looking all hot and bothered. I wondered what state her knickers ( if she was wearing any ) were in.

When I started to hail down from my luxuriously, the instructor came over and told me that it was clock time for a gap. 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 okey and was used to being restrained in similar lieu he said,"Good, it would be a barren of worthful time untying then retying me.

I slowly started to cool down a bit and became very aware of the state of my slit and legs. I could feel my cunt gaping out-of-doors and my succus running down my legs. Even my invertebrate foot felt wet although that may stimulate been sweat.

During the gap a few of the scholarly person came and had a closer look at me. As I looked down on them I could see a assortment of interest and lust on their faces. I could see what looked ilk painful bulges in the trouser of most of the men. One of the unseasoned men was stood in front of me for age. Never once did his eyes look up and meet mine. He was the conclusion to go back to his easel and just before he left I could find out 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 soundbox jumped as the plumage touched my pussy the first base sentence. Before he told the student to get on with their sketching, the teacher looked up and asked me if I was all right to continue. I looked down at him and said,"Yes please."

It didn't take long for that familiar spirit tone 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 throw had half a dozen orgasms before I finally passed out.

When I came rhythm I first felt the sweat that I was covered in. straight after that it was the feather. I had another orgasm before I heard the teacher say,"okay, that's enough."

I was just hanging there for ages before the instructor weightlifter my peg onto the book and then untied me. As he untied my hold out wrist joint I started to prostration and he had to put his arm round me to stop me from falling. To be sightly to the teacher he aimed at putting his arm round of drinks my shank. Because I was covered in exertion I kept slipping down and he only managed to keep on me from falling when his arm had slipped up to my armpit. By that time his had was holding my left breast. He held me like that until I was standing on the ground. He lowered me onto a chair and said,"You stay there while the students cultivation off."

I was knackered ; it took me about 5 minute of arc to feel able-bodied to stand up. When I did I slowly walked round the way. I wanted to see the study. Some were quite good, some not. A couple of them were quite interesting. They showed piddling drops 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 moral and the bookman left. The instructor spent ages looking at all the cartoon while I just sat there trying to determine some Energy Department. Eventually the teacher got up and thanked me for posing for the category. He said something about there not being many opportunities for artist to enamour true man emotions. All I could cerebrate of to saw was,"The pleasure was all mine,"which it was. I know that I'm now a fully-fledged flasher and it really had been a joy. It's one thing letting people see me au naturel, but it's something else letting them see me having multiple climax. It was a real turn-on.

The teacher then said that he really had to lock the way and leave. I told him that I'd go and have a cascade before going home. All that sweating had left me feeling quite dirty. I picked-up my dress and shoes and wandered out into the corridor. There was no one out there, it was getting late and I guess that nigh people had gone home.

Just down the corridor are the girl's bathroom. Through a door at the back are the miss's changing suite and exhibitioner. I dropped my frock and shoes in the corner and went into the showers. It felt dear. I stayed soaking for long time and not thinking about anything early than the delight that I'd just had. The next thing that I knew was that there was a man staring at me. I saw him out of the quoin of my eye. He didn't say anything, and I didn't react to his front. I just kept soaking up the warm urine.

After a few bit with neither of us doing anything, the front of a man watching me bare in the shower started to get me going again. I felt my tit get hard and my slit ache. That aching had to be relieved so my right hand slowly worked its way down to my clit. As my right hand got occupy I still pretended that I hadn't seen him. It didn't take long for me to cum again, but as I did my nous went up and I could no longer sham that I hadn't seen him.

He realised that I was looking at him and he went bright red and started to enjoin me that he was the caretaker. He'd heard the water system running and come to investigate. He said that he thought that everyone had gone habitation and that someone 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 course and needed a shower bath before going family. I didn't make any try to overcompensate myself as I asked him if he'd got a towel that I could take up. He said that he hadn't, but that there might be one in one of the storage locker in the changing way. I asked him if he could look for me and I followed him out into the changing room.

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

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

We got to an extraneous door 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 idea and kept following him.

Fortunately, or unfortunately, there was no one around and we walked across a yard and into a little shop. He opened a closet and got out a towel and gave it to me. By that metre I was just about dry ( apart from my hair ) and I just rubbed my hair. As I was doing this I could see the caretaker staring at me. I took my metre so that he could hold a honest face. 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 secondment. In the end I broke the silence and said,"The kidskin don't come in here then."He just said,"What ?"I pointed to the calendar on the wall. It has a big word picture of a naked char with her ramification spread a bit. I could just see the folds of her hairy kitty-cat lips.

"Yes, err No"he said. The man was obviously neural about being alone with a naked woman so I said,"Sorry, but I don't cum 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 flesh, she isn't."

We got talking a bit and I told him what I was doing at the school. After a mo thought he nervously asked me if I'd pose for him. It was getting a bit deep and Jon would be wondering where I was, but I said,"O.K., but just for a few minutes, my husband will be waiting for me."With that he was off saying,"vertebral column in two minutes."

While he was gone I had a facial expression round. In one draw I found some old Fiesta powder magazine. I remembered Jon telling me about some of the varsity letter that he'd read in them.

The caretaker came back out of intimation ; he said that he thought I might consume gone or that he'd uncovering that he was dreaming and that I wasn't real. I smiled at him and said,"I'm material all mighty. Now how do you require me to puzzle ?"I was a bit surprised when he said,"With your legs wide open."

We spent the next 10 minutes with him taking photographs of me from all Angle. He took some rattling close-ups of my pussy and I have to admit that I was getting turned-on. My kitty was very 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 attire 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 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 publish all of them on my web varlet, as and when he's read them and is happy with them.

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