Introduction

Hi, my name is Vanessa. I was born in Dec 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound figure with blondish fuzz. In 1998 I quit my boring existence in a little town in northward Cambria and went to work as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East 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 cartridge clip that mortal had left in the hairdressers where I worked. I didn't really love what I was letting myself in for, but I really did need to do something because my life sentence was so grim and boring. Even the interview for the job was unbelievable, but I was so do-or-die to change 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 Journal of my new lifespan, and he has since created a web site that it is published on.

If you care to read my journal you will discover that my human relationship with Jon is rather different to that of most employee and employer, but I have easily come to realise 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 petty bit of hair that grows on my branch, I have no organic structure hair below my neck opening. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with small ( ish ), pert chest that have lowly corona and giant pap. When they're severely Jon says they're like chapel hat pin. I have a courteous firm, mat stomach with a pubic os that does gravel out a bit. In my kitty-cat lips I have 2 little Au halo that Jon put in me. My clit is very striking and is usually sticking out between my backtalk. It's about an inch long with a trivial circular head. Jon sometimes calls it my piddling dick. I don't own any bras, knickers, pant, leg covering or drawers ; and 90 % of my skirts and clothes can be described as mini or micro. I used to be a very shy fille, but I've now gone completely the early way, and get a great frisson from letting other multitude see my body.

I hope that's enough to satisfy the the great unwashed 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 summer of 1999, but has recently asked me to document, some of the more interesting experiences that we have had since then.

Both Jon and I have been scouring the cyberspace looking for mind for little adventures or incidents that we could make up to have some fun. We've found one or two stories that appear to be slightly rewritten copy of some of the textbook 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 irritate about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that somebody thought our adventures were near enough to copy. I've started thinking that way as well.

The Lost Bet

One Dominicus last summer Jon was watching a F1 thou Prix. Trying to show some interest I asked Jon who was winning. His reply didn't make often common sense to me, but just for a bit of a joke I said,"I bet the red car wins."Jon took me up on the bet, which I eventually lost. Jon was happy when he told me that I had lost and told me that as the forfeiture, I would have to do something peculiar for him. Nothing really different there, as I always do what Jon tells me, whatever he asks.

Jon kept me waiting for about a calendar month before I had to pay my forfeit. Whenever I asked him he said that there was a lot of organising to do.

Eventually, one Friday afternoon Vicky and Bridie arrived at our planetary house at 8 o'clock. We all piled into Jon's car and he drove us to somewhere in western United States Yorkshire. It was a rugby society, but I've no musical theme where. We 3 girls were to render wait service of process for the drinks whilst a comic did his display. We were the only adult female there. The comedian was existent earthy and quite disgusting really. Quite comical as well. Oh, we had to wear just ultra-short skirts and horseshoe - nothing else.

I'm sure that Vicky and Bridie got groped as much as I did ; by the time the show ended I was soaking.

As the comic was coming to the end of his show he asked me to go to a way at the side of meat of the leg. Jon was waiting for me and he gave me a schoolgirl's uniform ( complete with bra and horrible schoolgirl knickers ) to put on, and then a face pack of cigarettes to put down my blouse. He then told me that we were going to cave in a show similar to the one that we'd put on in the Canaries a few years ago.

Jon put on one of those teacher'matte hat things and a night-robe, and we went out. On the stage Jon pretended to be the teacher who had stopped a girl who he suspected had some butt. He asked me for them and I said I didn't have any. He said that he didn't believe me and that he'd have to look me.

He told me to take my blouse off. I did, tucking the coffin nail into the band of my bird as I did so. Next it was the bra, then the doll. Finally it was the navy blue pants. As they came off the fag fell onto the floor.

Jon then told me that schoolgirls who smoked and lied got punished. A cane then appeared and I had to bend over, with my bottom facing the audience. Jon gave me 5 strokes in quick ecological succession. As always, after each one I thanked him.

I then had to spread my legs as wide as I could, giving the audience an even considerably position of my dripping pussycat. As I did so I saw Vicky and Bridie through my clear legs, each of them was sitting on a man's knee joint with the man 's script on their bald pussies.

Jon then gave me 10 more than virgule harder than before. Some of them were getting just one cheek as the end of the cane whipped round onto my pussy.

I came during the adjacent and last 5. I needed to put one hand down on the floor to stop myself falling over. I was still shaking when Jon told me to stand up and face the audience. As I calmed down I could hear all sort of input from the crowd.

Next Jon asked if it was anyone's birthday. When he got no response he asked if it was a denounce Night. The completely crew pointed at one vernal man and called out the name Martin. Jon then asked Bridie and Vicky to bring Dino Paul Crocetti up onto the stage.

Poor Mary Martin, he was so embarrassed, even though he was a bit drunk.

Jon then asked the audience if Dino Paul Crocetti should help to punish the spicy schoolgirl. reckon what everyone said ?

I then had to bend over again while Martin first stuck a twain of digit in my kitty-cat, and then hit my rear end with the cane. He wasn't very good at co-ordinating his campaign so Jon told him to lie down on the floor. When he was down, Jon told Vicky and birdie to strip him. Vicky and Bridie were on him in a flash, and got his dress off, even though he was struggling a bit. He had a semi that he was trying to cover-up. Pointing at Martin's semifinal, Jon told Vicky and Bridie to do something about that. While Vicky and St. Bridget played with and sucked Martin's peter, Jon told me to hunker down on Martins face.

Poor Dino Paul Crocetti, he was in heaven and hell. After a distich of minutes, Jon got a condom out of his pocket and gave it to Bridie. She didn't need telling what to do. When it was on Vicky and Bridie stood up and Jon told me to impale myself on St. Martin's dick.

That was the first fourth dimension that Jon has told me to fuck another man. I was a bit surprised at first, and as I was standing up I looked at Jon who gave a piddling nod.

I lowered myself down and then started going up and down on my genu. While I was doing this Jon told Vicky and Bridie to do a 69 with each other. They didn't need to be told twice.

It wasn't prospicient before I could find Dean Martin cum so I went down as hard as I could and then lay back. As his peter went cushy I could find it sliding out of me.

When Martin finally flopped right-hand out, Jon told me to get Dean Martin's wearing apparel, take him into the changing way then do back.

When I got back, Vicky and Bridie were still at each other.

I thought that the show would give been over then, but Jon had one more thing that I had to do. He told the audience that I would be walking round the room, and if anyone wanted to put me over their knee and spank me, they could, but for no longer than 20 seconds each. He asked everyone to take on fairly so that everyone who wanted to could have a go.

I looked daily round and there must get been 50 or 60 men in there. I was a bit scared, but I knew that Jon would clear certain that I was okay.

I looked at Jon then went over to the recess of the elbow room and asked the young man if he wanted to larrup me.

In the next 30 or 40 minute my backside got cerise and redder and more painful. My pussy got more and sorer as it got finger fucked by about 50 young men. My nipples got twisted, pulled and pinched until they were very affectionate. I even got a couple of finger pushed into my backside.

After about the 15th knee it all got to be a bit of a intimate high haze. I came 2 or 3 times and the men had to reverse me from knee to knee. I remember slipping out of the hands and falling onto the story once. It wasn't the men's break ; I was covered in sweat and kitty juice.

To be fairly to the men, not one of them tried to take reward of me, they all ( I think ) took no more than the 20 seconds that Jon had told them.

When I finally got back to where I started I was absolutely shatter, I could hardly endure up. Vicky and Bridie had to confine me up.

The fun was over and with Jon thanking everyone for helping to punish me we all went to the changing room and into the showers. The four of us in the big cascade arena. Jon had missed out on having the fun so Vicky and Bridie were taking caution of his hard-on while I just stood under the tender water soothing my painful backside.

I was just starting to sense something like normal when Martin came in with a tray of drinks. Jon invited him to connect us but he declined.

On the way rest home Bridie and Vicky both told me that they'd been very aflutter before it all started, but that had all disappeared once they'd had the odd fingerbreadth or two in their pussies.

raw, a most unexpected by pleasurable sacrifice. I think I will have to take a few Thomas More wager with Jon.

lovemaking,

V