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Hi, my name is Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound chassis with blondish hair. In 1998 I quit my deadening universe in a little townspeople in Second Earl of Guilford strake and went to wreak as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the eastward Midlands of England. It was a courageous determination to take a shit as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advertizing in a BDSM magazine that person had left in the hairstylist where I worked. I didn't really know what I was letting myself in for, but I really did need to do something because my lifespan was so drab and boring. Even the interview for the job was unconvincing, but I was so despairing to exchange my life 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 website that it is published on.

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

If you care to read my Journal you will discover that my relationship with Jon is rather different to that of most employee and employer, but I have easily come to take in that I have a life that just could not be more satisfying or enjoyable. I love my living and all the picayune adventure that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a small bit of hair that grows on my legs, I have no organic structure hair below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with small ( ish ), irreverent titty that have small aureole and jumbo nipple. When they're hard Jon says they're like chapel hat tholepin. I have a nice firm, flat belly with a pubic bone that does vex out a bit. In my kitty-cat lips I have 2 little atomic number 79 doughnut that Jon put in me. My clitoris is very prominent and is usually sticking out between my backtalk. It's about an in long with a little round head. Jon sometimes calls it my slight dick. I don't own any bra, knickers, trouser, legging or shorts ; and 90 % of my annulus and wearing apparel can be described as miniskirt or micro. I used to be a very shy girl, but I've now gone completely the early way, and get a keen thrill from letting other multitude see my body.

I hope that's enough to satisfy the people who asked. If it isn't, perhaps they would like to email 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 occupy experiences that we have had since then.

Both Jon and I have been scouring the internet looking for thought for piddling adventures or incidents that we could manufacture to have some fun. We've found one or two account that appear to be slightly rewritten copy of some of the textbook in my Journal, 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 journal. At commencement I was a bit annoyed about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that someone thought our adventures were good enough to copy. I've started thinking that way as well.

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

Going to Night School

If you've scan my Journal you will cognise that I'm not a very big mortal ( well, the lineament that you can see when I've got some apparel on ) and that my face is quite young looking. Just before Christmas 2000 I'd lost my part-time job as a hairdresser when the building that the beauty salon was in caught flaming. Just after Christmas 2000 Jon decided that I would go back to school day. At first I was a bit horrified that he wanted me to spend days sitting through slow moral, but after a span of instant of account I started looking forward to it.

Jon took me to a comprehensive shoal at the other side of townspeople and I signed-up for computing device Literacy Course. He said that it was time that I learned a bit more about PCs. The future Nox he took me to a college and into an Art Class. When I saw all the students sketching a gang of efflorescence that was on a desk in the middle of the room I got a little worried and excite. I tried to differentiate Jon that I was a hopeless artist, but he wouldn't listen to me.

A couple of moment later the teacher came into the classroom and over to us. Jon asked if he was still looking for a lifetime model. At first I didn't branchlet but as the teacher looked me up and down I realised that Jon wanted me to mystify for the social class. I got all excited thought 'wow, legitimate flashing ’. Without even talking to me Jon and the teacher agreed that I'd pose for the year on each Monday even for the next 4 weeks.

This is what happened at the form - well the worry bits.

calculator grade

I was just starting to put some dress on to go to my beginning eventide grade when Jon told me to fag out a blouse and skirt. The blouse he told me to wear was quite loose-fitting and he told me not to fix the top 3 buttons. This meant that the high button that was fastened was right in the middle of my breast. As soon as Jon told me that I realised that he wanted me to let the instructor 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 chick much so that it only needed me to incline forward a piddling for there to be a gaping hole for him to see in when he stood next to me.

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

When I got there and found the right classroom, 4 other people were already sat in front of PCs talking to each other. As I walked in they all smiled at me and 2 said,"Hi."When I took my coating off one of the onetime men's eyes opened all-encompassing when he saw my micro skirt. I smiled at him and asked if I could sit at any of the desks. After a slight pause he said ‘ yes'so I chose a desk on the incline of an gangway 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 thigh would be showing and perhaps a bit of my bald pubes too, especially as I never cross my legs.

Another 5 or 6 citizenry came in and then the teacher. He was a bald, middle-aged man, hook up with man ; well he was wearing a wedding party tintinnabulation. After the introductions the teacher got us to trade the PCs on and then told us how to run a program that showed us all about the different routine 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 dawn on. After he tried to depict 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 stage. I saw him blush a slight as he stood beside me and pointed to the button on the projection 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 meter the man didn't fuss to describe where it was, he came and stood beside me and pointed it out.

This happened another mates of clock time and then just before the end of the lesson I needed his assistant again. This time he came and stood in front of my desk and leaned over my PC reminder to demo me where something was. As he leaned forward I could see that his eyes were looking straight up my skirt.

The second lesson.

When I arrived the next workweek I was a little late and there was only one PC free. That was in the eye of the front row. I'd just got myself organised when the instructor came in. It wasn't the same man. The new man ( prick Dr. Johnson ) is about my age and looks a bit of a geek.

After he'd introduced himself he told us that the previous instructor was unwell and that he would be taking over the class. When we did the round introducing ourselves, the teacher stared at me for quite a while before moving on to the following 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 Quaker Debbie and the fun that she used to throw at school.

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

Peter was walking back and forth across the front of the way 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 look over towards me. He stooped mid sentence, went bright red, and then carried on talking. He stared at my leg, and up my skirt, for a few endorsement then looked me in the eye. I just smiled at him.

The poor man just seemed to lose it from that point in the lesson. He kept sneaking glimpse at my legs and pussy, but he looked as if he was a risque schoolboy doing something that he shouldn't. Even though he went to help 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 cracking item what I should be doing.

At the end of the deterrent example 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 little secret plan with the ‘ new'teacher the previous hebdomad and wanted to stay it so I arrived early to reach sure that I got the same PC. I was a footling surprised to find that not only was the teacher already there, but that he'd put a chair in the middle of the battlefront of the class. I was looking at it when Peter said ‘ respectable evening ’, and explained that he'd had an accident 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 flex out better than planned.

The rest of the pupil arrived and the stratum got started. Yes, some ( most ) of the men were ogling my radical short skirt and low cut, lose top, and some of the women were giving me dirty feel ; but I'm used to that. My only interests that night 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 moment he sat on the chair and kept talking. After a while he gave us an physical exertion 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 first off, but as he kept looking, my knees kept opening until they were about a groundwork apart.

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

Someone at the back asked him another question 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 tool either, and there was quite a bump in the front man tight of his jeans. It looked quite atrocious.

By then I'd realised that he had found his confidence 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 sense my juices seeping out of me. Just flashing him wasn't enough, especially as he was blatantly staring at my pussy and little gold ring.

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

The initiative fourth dimension I did it tool did a duple take. The second time his head moved down towards me a bit.

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

Peter was mesmerised and missed a couple of interrogative. One of the old men had to repeat himself flash, to get St. Peter to snap out of his trance.

The lesson went on in a like way and I was finding it difficult trying to type with my right hand whilst playing with my clit with my left paw. It's not the literal typing ; it's concentrating enough to bonk what to type.

By the metre the lesson was nearly over I was getting close to cumming. There was no way that I wanted to forget without actually cumming in front of the teacher so when peter said that there was just one more small thing 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 eye, squeezed my sassing rim shut, and went over the sharpness. Somehow I managed to continue quiet and I don't think that anyone realised what was happening - other than Peter. When I opened my eyes and looked at him his optic were locked on my pussy.

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

At the end of the lesson Peter asked me to stop back for a minute. As I waited for everyone else to depart 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 drunkenness with him. I lied and told him that my husband was waiting outside for me.

The following couple of calendar week were very similar to the third workweek. tool kept sitting on the chair in front of me, but his walking limp had gone. I kept teasing him.

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

Art Class

calendar week 1

I was very nervous as I drove to the college. Earlier that afternoon I spent years trying to decide what I should wear. In the end I came to my senses and remembered that no one was interested in what I was wearing going to the class. I put on a simple cotton mini dress 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 significant 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 zip to be nervous 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 have to go right in the middle of the session. He smiled and asked if I was set to get started. I said that I was and asked what I had to do.

The teacher then called for silence and told everyone who I was and started telling them how they had to sketch me.

While he was doing that I looked daily round. There were about 20 hoi polloi in there. Men and women of all long time from about 18 to 80. Some of them smiled at me and said hi while others just save quiet.

The teacher then told me to go behind the concealment in the corner, get hold of my wearing apparel off, put my robe on and come back. He said that he's put me in the mannerism 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 take off it doesn't take foresightful and I was back within indorsement. As I walked back I looked around and saw a pair 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 looking at brought that intimate tingle and dampness to my pussy.

"That was quick"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 stifle nearly together, but I let them drift to about 6 inches apart. One handwriting was on the board behind me, whilst the former was on my second joint. I had to seem up into the top corner of the room.

Once the teacher was well-chosen with my airs he called all the students over and started telling and showing then which parts of my body he wanted them to concentrate on. One contribution was my bosom. As he said that my pap went even heavily than they already were.

There were 20 people stood all around me looking down on my nude trunk. Some were stood at my ft and I'm sure that they could see my juices leaking out of my cunt. One woman whispered to another next to her, but she wasn't quieten enough. I think that almost of the hoi polloi in there heard her say,"I've never seen a char with rings down there before."

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

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

After what seemed like an eternity the teacher came to the movement and told me to throw a 10 minute break. I was grateful for that and climbed down off the tabular array. The teacher said that normally the models put their gown on for the rupture, and offered me his crownwork. I thanked him and told him that I was all redress as I was.

Most of the students kept drawing but the untried man came up to me and started chatting. As he was talking his oculus were everywhere but my heart. It was nice ( 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 different draftsmanship of me.

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

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

Some of the men and a duet of the youthful 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 drafting or because I was naked in amongst them.

being naked in amongst those people gave me mixed belief. The good creative person did absolutely nothing for me and I felt totally at wanton with them. It was similar to being at the nudist swim and on a naturist beach. The masses that I wasn't sure about made me feel a piffling commove. The more than that I thought individual was looking at me in a sexual manor, the more commove I got.

When I got to assault to where the young man that had been chatting me up was, I was getting really excited. That cunt tingle was very secure and I could really sense my juices flowing. As I walked up to him I saw that familiar spirit bulge in his trousers. He tried chatting me up again, but I just kept asking him silly dubiousness about his lousy endeavour to line me. His answer sounded just as stupid person as my question. If anyone was listening they must have thought we were both artistic thickies.

The break 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 toilet before getting stuck in one position again ( I also wanted to clean up my soggy twat before starting again ). I told the teacher and asked him where the nearest toilet was. He told me that it was only about 20 yards down the corridor.

I started waking towards the classroom door when the instructor said,"Hadn't you better put some clothes on ?"To be perfectly true, the view had crossed my judgement but I wanted the opportunity to walk about the corridor a bit. I was wondering if I might match and traumatise someone.

I didn't really give the instructor a chance to say any to a greater extent, 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 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 time. I was a bit disappointed that I hadn't seen anyone.

The instant one-half of the example 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 fortune to answer him because the teacher interrupted and told him to go home.

He then told me that I'd done well to go along so still for so long and asked if I was okay to come in 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 previous week. I did notice an extra brace of youngish people.

The teacher arrived before I had the chance to do anything or talk to anyone, and immediately brought the class to order. He told the course that I was going to present in an unusual stead that night and that he wanted the bookman to add a small bit of resource to their drawing.

I hadn't a clue what he meant by ‘ unusual positioning'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 grant me any difficulty are you ?"I was a bit shocked and storm. Whenever he had spoken to me before he'd given me the impression that he was a perfect man. This prevailing style took me my surprise.

"right wing,"he said,"go and get your clothes off while I get the ropes ready."Another surprisal I thought, it sounded as if I wasn't going to birth a problem keeping still that night. I turned towards the changing filmdom and saw that it wasn't there. It was nowhere in the room. I turned back towards the teacher to tell him and to ask where I should get strip down. He was interfering opening a bag so after a quick think I though, ‘ what the hell'and walked to the side of the way where there were some chairperson. I turned to look the class and saw that about half the scholar were watching me and the other one-half were watching the instructor nip and tuck some rophy 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 pass. The man was smiling back at me as I undid the piffling firearm of Velcro that was holding my skirt up and dropped it to the floor. I then squatted down with my stifle wide apart as I unfastened my sandals and the walked out of them.

My pussy 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 mesa and hold my branch out while he tied a roofy to each of my radiocarpal joint. He then threw the rope over sword frame that was holding the cap up and pulled my arms up in the air.

Maybe I need to explain that the schooltime was originally built round about the round of the 19th / 20th century. It has had quite a phone number of ‘ extensions'added, some quite recently. We were in the old share, a individual story building.

The teacher then told me to spread my stage and asked me if he needed to tie them to anything to keep them apart. I told him that it wasn't necessity, as I was well-fixed as I was. I wondered if he knew that I spent quite a bit of time hanging my wrist, defenseless and spreadeagle. I looked down at the students and realised that my pussy was at about capitulum peak for nigh of the students. I got a picayune wetter as I thought about what some of them might be thinking and knowing that there would be about 20 brace of optic staring at my twat for the side by side hour.

The future 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 daydreaming 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 chance to cease saying that perhaps I should put some dress on.

There was no one in the corridor or the privy when I got there. I locked myself in cubicle, had a pee, wiped my pussy dry and was sat there playing with my button when I heard some little girl come in. I brought myself to an orgasm 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 conk door and walked to the sink. As I was washing my manus one of them asked me where my apparel where. I just said,"Art class"as if that would explain everything and walked out.

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

backbone in the classroom I wandered daily round looking at unlike scene of my spread-eagle naked body. One or two had taken ‘ aesthetic licence'and drawn me with extra ropes and bash on. One had actually drawn a dildo sticking out of my pussy. The detail that some had gone to while drawing my pussy and little gold band was just amazing.



I didn't get luck to see all the drawings before the instructor called me over to sum up the affectedness. As I walked back I looked over to there the youth man was that fancied me. He looked disappointed.

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

The end of the moral 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 cobbler's last facial expression at my naked pussy.

When they'd all gone the teacher came over to me and asked me if I was okay with the different type 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 love 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 overtime lined-up for me and got another span of ropes out of his bag. He tied my right leg to one leg of the board and as he was tying my left leg to the former end of the board he told me that he'd arranged for a couple of his mates to total and hire some photographs of me.



For some reason 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 thrill and surge of juices.

A few minutes later 3 men and 2 cleaning lady came in and started getting cameras out. Not a lot was said, but a lot of photographs were taken. One of the fair sex got a big dildo out of her bag and smiled at me as she pushed it into my pussy before more exposure were taken.

After about 5 minutes I was untied, the dildo was pulled out and I was told to lie on the board. 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 cunt. I suddenly realised how vulnerable I was and obviously looked frightened because the teacher said,"Relax honey, we're not going to know you, if we did you wouldn't be back succeeding 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 change over the lights off and mesh 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 regretful, I'm not."

I didn't Tell Jon about the photographers.

workweek 3

drive to the schooling 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 malarky was blowing it everywhere.

I was a bit late, and by the clock time 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 interest that I might not be there. He then told everyone that I was going to pose in a very subservient pose and that he wanted them to outline me exactly as they saw me, no extra bits. Concentrate on what they could actually see.

He then told me to get strip down and onto the table. Again the changing screen was missing so I just whipped my frock straight up over my straits, kicked my brake shoe off and climbed onto the table. The teacher then told me how he wanted me to model. What he described was the status that I have to get into when Jon tells me to ‘ put on the position ’. On my knee joint with them wide-eyed apart. I then have to lean back as far as I can and support my body with my hands on the flooring. I've lost could of the number of time that I've been in this lieu, and for how foresighted. If you add it all up it must be daytime, so another time of day wasn't going to stimulate often difference. The difference of opinion this time was that there would be 20 odd brace of eyes looking at me and my spreadhead pussy.

Again the sentence went very quickly as recalled the previous night's session on the fucking machine at house. Jon had left me on the simple machine 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 break I needed the sewer again ; I needed to pee and cum. The teacher didn't pain in the neck to say anything as I walked out of the classroom still naked. I didn't see anyone again and relieved both ache 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 variation appurtenance and looked as if they'd just escaped from the gym.

They saw me just as quickly as I saw them. I had a split second to decide to either jump back into the girl's pot or sustain going. You've guessed it, I kept going.

The teenagers ( male child and lady friend ) were all about 18 and they came out with all the gossip that you'd expect in a site like that. I was in the midsection of the corridor and expecting them to break rank 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 quit and blockade the corridor.

They surrounded me and didn't move when I asked them to. Whilst some of them were feeling my tits and pussycat, one of them asked me why I was naked. I told them that I was the good example in the Art class. Another said that I shouldn't walk round the shoal without dress on because anything could materialise to me. When another said that they should teach me a moral I started to get a minuscule upset. They bundled me back into the little girl's privy and discussed what they should do with me. Thankfully, when one of the lads suggested that all the lads should ‘ fuck the ass off me'the others didn't agree.

In the end they agreed that since I was a nude good example I should be made to nude model for a lot more than people.

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

I suppose that the lads thought that I was running so easily because they were holding my branch. In reality I was loving it. It was an excuse 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 course of study that were ending. I've no musical theme what they were, but all the mass were adults and we got a few commentary from some of them. There were a few people in the car car park and a lot more on the principal road. I heard a duad of Sur screeches as on or two motorist got distracted.

When we got into the middle of the summercater field the lads 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 breath back the worked out the best way to get back to the Art class. We'd gone in a big circle and the Art schoolroom wasn't that far away. I only had a couple of classroom windowpane to pass before could get back into the building and then down a brusque bit of corridor and I'd be there.

As I was walking down the path passed the classrooms I looked in to see a couple of people looking out towards me. One man had a big grinning on his typeface.

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

Anyway, it was back into the location and try to relax. About half way through the session I looked round the room a bit and saw that the immature man who'd tried to chew the fat me up was trying to appeal my attention. He was at the back of the room and it was doubtful that any of the other scholarly person could see him unless they turned circle. Out eye met for a back and instead of him getting on with his study he rubbed the presence of his trousers and pretended to she-bop himself.

At the end of the 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 board at my articulatio genus end. In effect, right between my legs. He looked me up and down then said,"No photographers tonight, but I just wanted to severalize you that you will really savor adjacent week's form. You'll go dwelling house shattered."When I told him that I was looking forward to it he turned, picked up his base and walked out saying,"in force, see you adjacent week then."

I put my dress and shoes on and went menage. When I told Jon about the group of teenager 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 conquer the mood that I would soon be in. One of the cleaning lady asked him what modality 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 botheration looking for the changing screen and just whipped my garb up and off. I didn't know what to await other than that I was going to be sexually excited in front of 20 plus multitude. I was wondering how, looking forward to it and getting a bit damp. My nipples were already Rock hard.

When I got up onto the table the teacher tied my wrists to the ceiling beams the same way he'd done the second clock time I'd posed. This sentence he'd got me to stand on a few books and when my wrist joint were secured he removed the account book leaving me dangling there. After he'd done that he told me to open my legs wide and he tied my ankle joint to the wooden leg of the board. I was tied spread-eagle in mid air, and with no way to move.

At that power point I didn't know if my State of sexual excitement was enough for what the teacher wanted. It wasn't really visible - apart from my slightly wet pussy and laborious nipples ; and being restrained like that for the next hour wasn't going to wear me out.

What happened following had me puzzled to start off with. The teacher got a little mesa and put it in-between my legs. Next he got a few books and put them on it. On top of that he got something that I hadn't seen for years, a metronome that he must give birth borrowed from the medicine way. Then he got a big feather 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 rhythmic tickle.

As I started to sympathise what was going to bechance to me I heard the teacher tell the students to concentrate on drawing my body first. He told them that it would call for a patch for my fount to get the reflection that he wanted them to capture.

It didn't take long. Within a mates of minutes my nipples were so hard that I thought they were going to bust and my cunt was really coming alive. I could sense 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 deem it Vanessa, the scholarly person need more time to get your expression down on paper."

fountainhead I tried, it wasn't as if I could endorse away, or close up my peg. I tried to concentrate on anything but the inevitable. I looked round the way 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 situation. Every time I stared at one of those people I'd see a movement out of the recession of my eye that would disorder 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 womanhood who was sketching with one hand whilst her former hand was sliding up and down her body. I had to look at mortal else because I was surely she was about to catch one of her tits or rub her pussy.

I saw one young man who definitely had a erection, and he was licking his lips as well. Another older man was actually rubbing his dick through his trousers.

The inevitable happened and I started to cum. My school principal was rolling from side to side and I could take heed 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 number one sexual climax started to subside than I could feel a irregular starting. I tried to fight it but I didn't stand a chance. It hit me surd than the inaugural. Right in the middle of it I looked round the room and saw that one middle-aged cleaning woman was looking all hot and bothered. I wondered what State Department her bloomers ( if she was wearing any ) were in.

When I started to come down from my high, the instructor came over and told me that it was clip for a break. 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 breaking. When I told him that I was okey and was used to being restrained in similar posture he said,"commodity, it would be a wastefulness of valuable prison term untying then retying me.

I slowly started to cool down a bit and became very aware of the Department of State of my pussycat and stage. I could feel my pussy gaping open and my juice running down my legs. Even my feet felt wet although that may have been sweat.

During the breach a few of the pupil came and had a closer flavor at me. As I looked down on them I could see a mixture of interest group and lustfulness on their faces. I could see what looked the like painful bulges in the trousers of most of the men. One of the younger men was stood in front of me for ages. Never once did his eyes look up and conform to mine. He was the final stage to go back to his easel and just before he left I could get word 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 instructor came and put a new feather in the metronome and started it going again. My body jumped as the feather touched my pussy the initiatory time. Before he told the scholar to get on with their sketching, the instructor looked up and asked me if I was all justly to continue. I looked down at him and said,"Yes please."

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

When I came round I first felt the sweat that I was covered in. Straight after that it was the feather. I had another climax before I heard the instructor say,"okeh, that's enough."

I was just hanging there for ages before the teacher shoplifter my wooden leg onto the book and then untied me. As he untied my endure wrist I started to collapse and he had to put his arm rhythm me to stop me from falling. To be bazaar to the teacher he aimed at putting his arm round my waist. Because I was covered in sweat I kept slipping down and he only managed to keep me from falling when his arm had slipped up to my armpit. By that time his had was holding my lead breast. He held me like that until I was standing on the earth. He lowered me onto a chair and said,"You stay there while the pupil finish off."

I was knackered ; it took me about 5 minutes to feel able to resist up. When I did I slowly walked round the room. I wanted to see the resume. Some were quite good, some not. A distich of them were quite interesting. They showed little drops of liquid in mid air below my pussy. I guess that I'd been squirting when I'd had my orgasms.

Shortly after that the instructor ended the example and the scholarly person left. The teacher spent ages looking at all the survey while I just sat there trying to find some energy. Eventually the teacher got up and thanked me for posing for the socio-economic class. He said something about there not being many opportunity for artists to charm true human emotions. All I could think of to saw was,"The pleasance was all mine,"which it was. I know that I'm now a fully-fledged exhibitionist and it really had been a pleasance. It's one thing letting mass see me naked, but it's something else letting them see me having multiple coming. It was a material turn-on.

The teacher 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 home. All that sweating had left me feeling quite dirty. I picked-up my dress and place and wandered out into the corridor. There was no one out there, it was getting late and I guess that almost hoi polloi had gone home.

Just down the corridor are the missy's toilets. Through a door at the rachis are the fille's changing way and exhibitor. I dropped my attire and horseshoe in the corner and went into the exhibitioner. It felt full. I stayed soaking for historic period and not thinking about anything early than the pleasure 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 quoin of my eye. He didn't say anything, and I didn't react to his front. I just kept soaking up the fond piddle.

After a few s with neither of us doing anything, the mien of a man watching me naked in the shower started to get me going again. I felt my tit get hard and my pussy ache. That ache had to be relieved so my right paw 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 head went up and I could no longer pretend that I hadn't seen him.

He realised that I was looking at him and he went bright red and started to recite me that he was the caretaker. He'd heard the water running and come to investigate. He said that he thought that everyone had gone dwelling 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 class and needed a shower before going home. I didn't make any try to cross 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 cabinet 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 cabinet before turning towards me and saying,"Nothing, but I've got one in my workshop, I'll go and get it."He turned and walked out.

I couldn't see much point 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 naked but I interrupted him and told him I didn't think that it would matter as we were the only when 1 there. He didn't say anything and kept walking.

We got to an out of doors 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 mind and kept following him.

Fortunately, or unfortunately, there was no one around and we walked across a thou and into a little workshop. He opened a closet and got out a towel and gave it to me. By that time 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 fourth dimension so that he could have a good facial expression. 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 seconds. In the end I broke the quiet and said,"The tyke don't come in here then."He just said,"What ?"I pointed to the calendar on the wall. It has a big picture of a defenseless woman with her ramification open a bit. I could just see the folds of her hairy twat lips.

"Yes, err No"he said. The man was obviously nervous about being alone with a bare woman 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 ilk big breast, 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 schooltime. After a seconds thought he nervously asked me if I'd mannerism for him. It was getting a bit previous and Jon would be wondering where I was, but I said,"Okay, but just for a few hour, my husband will be waiting for me."With that he was off saying,"backrest in two minutes."

While he was gone I had a look beat. In one attractor I found some old Fiesta clip. I remembered Jon telling me about some of the letters that he'd read in them.

The caretaker came back out of breath ; he said that he thought I might ingest gone or that he'd find that he was dreaming and that I wasn't real. I smiled at him and said,"I'm real all correct. Now how do you need me to pose ?"I was a bit surprised when he said,"With your legs full open."

We spent the next 10 minutes with him taking photographs of me from all angle. He took some genuine close-ups of my pussy and I have to admit that I was getting turned-on. My pussy was actual damp.

Eventually he ran out of flick and thanked me. I told him that it had been my pleasure but I really had to go. As I was putting my brake shoe and apparel 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 pages, as and when he's read them and is felicitous with them.

dearest

Vanessa