Introduction

Hi, my name 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 drill existence in a niggling Ithiel Town in magnetic north Wales and went to exercise as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the E Midland of England. It was a brave determination to make as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advert in a BDSM magazine that someone had left in the hairdressers where I worked. I didn't really know what I was letting myself in for, but I really did need to do something because my life was so sombre and oil production. Even the interview for the job was unbelievable, but I was so despairing to change my biography that I did everything that was asked of me, and I was finally offered the job.

Shortly after starting the job my employer ( Jon ) told me to write a Journal of my new life, and he has since created a web land site that it is published on.

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 recognise that I have a spirit that just could not be more satisfying or enjoyable. I love my life and all the piddling risky venture that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a footling bit of haircloth that grows on my legs, I have no body fuzz below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with small-scale ( ish ), pert chest that have small aureoles and monster pap. When they're hard Jon says they're like chapel hat oarlock. I have a nice house, flavorless breadbasket with a pubic bone that does bond out a bit. In my pussy lips I have 2 little gold hoop that Jon put in me. My clit is very prominent and is usually sticking out between my backtalk. It's about an in long with a trivial round nous. Jon sometimes calls it my short dick. I don't own any bras, knickers, pant, leggings or short circuit ; and 90 % of my skirts and garb 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 thrill from letting other people see my body.

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

Jon told me to lay off 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 internet looking for mind for little adventures or incidents that we could cook up to give some fun. We've found one or two tarradiddle that appear to be slightly rewritten copy of some of the text 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 first I was a bit pissed about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that someone thought our dangerous undertaking were good 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 time off, so I quit.

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

The first of all was a firm of canvasser. It was only diminished with 3 qualified canvasser and a couple of repository. One of these was off throw up and they needed someone for a pair of weeks to count after visitor and do the filing. The business firm was founded by the old man solicitor and the other 2 Solicitors are women in their 1930s, both well over weight unit.

The bureau told me that I would let to dress smartly so the weekend before I started I made a couple of skirt that are to mid-thigh - long for me. Jon made surely that they had scratch up the back and figurehead. I wore them with rather modest baggy blouses that tucked into the skirts.

When I got there I found that the position is up some stairs right in the middle of townspeople, and the receptionist's desk is right at the top of the stairs. After I'd been introduced to everyone the secretarial assistant showed me to my desk and told me that the lady friend that was off sick usually wore trousers and pointed to the front of the desk. No modestness control panel. I told her that I didn't have any suitable pant, which is almost dependable - I don't have any pant. She just said,"Oh well, I'm sure you'll manage."I smiled and thought, ‘ you bet, this could be fun.'

I spent most of the first off couple of daytime getting used to the telephone system before I managed to relax and take up to have some fun.

Each clip I heard the doorway at the behind of the stairs open I'd get back to my desk and sneak a look to see who it was. If it were a man I'd let my human knee parting and watch their center to see if they looked. If it was a hunky man and he looked, I'd let my knees blow 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 slight angle. It's amaze how the men would always sit on the seat that had the best opinion up my dame. I made sure that some of them really go distracted from their business enterprise there.

There are some filing cabinets just near the visitor seating room and I made indisputable that I always had some text file that needed to be filed in the merchantman console.

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

His role is one of these ‘ old world'places with bookcases all up the paries with a little step ladder to get up to them. After a yoke of days he started asking me to get the rule book that he wanted that were high up. I smiled the beginning clip 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 week he was either a lot younger, or about to snuffle if with over-excitement.

The two female solicitor were miserable things. I'm sure that they realised what was going on, but they never said anything, just gave me slews of work to do. The other secretary always wore longsighted bird or trousers and never seemed to want to get into conversation. I caught her staring at me a couple of fourth dimension, and it was a good job that her desk faced away from the visitor's waiting arena.

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



The s interesting temp job that I did was a calendar week in cafeteria in a big shop. It wasn't the job that was interesting ( it was turd ), it was what Jon was doing to me whilst I worked. A shortsighted while after I told Jon what I was going to do he told me that I had to break my remote controlled egg every day.

The starting time sunup went quite quickly, but at lunch period, just as I was in the heart 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 second gear I managed to draw up myself enough to count round of golf for Jon. As I was looking the small old madam asked me if I was alright.

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

About 15 min later the pace of the shaking increased and I still couldn't see Jon. Then it got higher. I was in sober risk on cumming while serving a client. I was starting to sweat and kept pulling a font and stifling a scream.

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

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 clip I had to go to the toilet to dry myself.

The Lapplander thing happened for the next 3 mean solar day. I never saw Jon once, and he denied being there when I asked him about it on an eve.

The net day started the Saame, but half way through the lunchtime, just as I was building up to my second climax, the egg went on to full. I had a really difficult time trying to concentrate and to await normal. I haven't a cue what the customers must ingest thought. I know that some of the stave thought I was ill.

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

The egg stayed on full for about another hour, it was agony and great all at the Lapplander time. In the end, I looked up at the succeeding 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 replete until he'd finished his lunch and left wing.

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

Love,

Vanessa