intromission

Hi, my name is Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound image with blondish hair. In 1998 I quit my boring existence in a petty townsfolk in northward Wales and went to work as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East midland of England. It was a brave decision to take in as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advertizement in a BDSM mag that someone had left in the hairstylist where I worked. I didn't really do it what I was letting myself in for, but I really did necessitate to do something because my life was so drab and drilling. Even the interview for the job was incredible, but I was so despairing to change my life story 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 publish a Journal of my new life, and he has since created a web site that it is published on.

If you care to read my diary you will discover that my relationship with Jon is rather dissimilar to that of most employee and employer, but I have easily come to gain that I have a life that just could not be more satisfying or pleasurable. I love my life and all the little adventures 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. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with modest ( ish ), impertinent breast that have small aureoles and colossus nipples. When they're hard Jon says they're like chapel hat leg. I have a overnice house, flat stomach with a pubic bone that does stick out a bit. In my pussy lips I have 2 minuscule Au band that Jon put in me. My clit is very prominent and is usually sticking out between my brim. It's about an inch long with a little round nous. Jon sometimes calls it my little putz. I don't own any bras, knickers, pant, leggings or shorts ; and 90 % of my skirts and dresses 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 capital boot from letting other masses see my body.

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

Jon told me to stop writing my journal in the summertime 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 cyberspace looking for ideas for little adventure or incidents that we could manufacture to have some fun. We've found one or two history that appear to be slightly rewritten copies of some of the text in my daybook, and one or two that are very standardised to some of the adventures that we've had and that I've written about in my Journal. At first I was a bit annoyed about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that somebody thought our escapade were dependable enough to copy. I've started thinking that way as well.

Temping

I left my hairdressing job a while back. The management were getting a bit fed-up with me taking so much clip off, so I quit.

I was getting a bit bored at the end of last year, and after discussing it with Jon I signed-on for a temporary worker office. I didn't do many jobs for them before quitting, but there were a couple that are worth telling you about.

The first was a firm of Solicitors. It was only small with 3 qualified Solicitors and a twosome of Secretaries. One of these was off unbalanced and they needed somebody for a brace of weeks to appear after visitors and do the filing. The firm was founded by the old man solicitor and the other 2 Solicitors are charwoman in their thirties, both well over weight.

The Agency told me that I would have to tog smartly so the weekend before I started I made a mates of skirts that are to mid-thigh - long for me. Jon made surely that they had slits up the book binding and front. I wore them with rather modest baggy blouses that tucked into the chick.

When I got there I found that the business office is up some stairs right in the centre of town, and the receptionist's desk is rightfulness at the top of the step. After I'd been introduced to everyone the writing table showed me to my desk and told me that the fille that was off grim usually wore trousers and pointed to the nominal head of the desk. No modesty add-in. I told her that I didn't have any suitable pant, which is almost true - I don't have any trousers. She just said,"Oh well, I'm sure you'll manage."I smiled and thought, ‘ you bet, this could be fun.'

I spent almost of the commencement couple of mean solar day getting used to the telephone system before I managed to slack and go to make some fun.

Each time I heard the door at the rear end of the stairs open I'd get back to my desk and sneak a flavour to see who it was. If it were a man I'd let my knee joint part and watch their centre to see if they looked. If it was a hunky man and he looked, I'd let my stifle drift even further apart.

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

There are some filing cabinet just near the visitant seats and I made sure that I always had some papers that needed to be filed in the stern storage locker.

My duty took me into the old man canvasser's office quite a bit. When I handed him written document to sign I made surely that I bent forward so that he could look down the top of my blouse.

His office is one of these ‘ old humankind'places with bookcases all up the walls with a short gradation ladder to get up to them. After a mates of days he started asking me to get the record book that he wanted that were highschool up. I smiled the 1st time that he asked me as I knew exactly why he asked me ; and I wasn't going to disappoint him. By the end of the two weeks he was either a lot younger, or about to snuff if with over-excitement.

The two female solicitor were deplorable things. I'm sure that they realised what was going on, but they never said anything, just gave me hatful of workplace to do. The former secretaire always wore long skirts or trouser and never seemed to want to get into conversation. I caught her staring at me a couple of time, and it was a good job that her desk faced away from the visitor's waiting country.

At the end of my time there the old man thanked me for brightening the place up, and said that he wished that he could keep me on foresighted.



The second base interesting Temp job that I did was a workweek in cafeteria in a big store. It wasn't the job that was interesting ( it was dirt ), it was what Jon was doing to me whilst I worked. A short while after I told Jon what I was going to do he told me that I had to hold out my remote control controlled egg every day.

The first cockcrow went quite quickly, but at lunchtime, just as I was in the midriff of serving an old lady, the egg got switched on. I was in mid-sentence when I suddenly gasped, bent over slightly and started shaking. After a few indorsement I managed to compose myself adequate to look round of drinks for Jon. As I was looking the little old lady asked me if I was alright.

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

About 15 minutes later the pace of the quivering increased and I still couldn't see Jon. Then it got higher. I was in serious danger on cumming while serving a client. I was starting to sweat and kept pulling a brass and stifling a scream.

As I came the beginning time, one of the other girls asked me if I was okay. What could I say,"Yes thank you, I'm just in the middle of having an climax, and I'll be back to normal in a minute !"

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

The same thing happened for the succeeding 3 days. I never saw Jon once, and he denied being there when I asked him about it on an evening.

The utmost day started the Saame, but half way through the lunchtime, just as I was building up to my second orgasm, the egg went on to fully. I had a really unmanageable time trying to concentrate and to look convention. I haven't a clue what the customers must take thought. I know that some of the staff thought I was ill.

There was one girl who I think suspected what was going on, each time our eyes met she smiled at me with that knowing feel.

The egg stayed on full for about another 60 minutes, it was agony and great all at the same meter. In the end, I looked up at the next customer and Jon smiled and asked me for a boiled egg sandwich. Then he asked me if I was all right, as I looked all flustered. He left the egg on fully until he'd finished his dejeuner and left.

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

making love,

Vanessa