Introduction

Hi, my epithet is Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound form with blondish hair. In 1998 I quit my boring existence in a little townsfolk in Frederick North Wales and went to act as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East Midlands of England. It was a brave decision to make as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advert in a BDSM clip that someone had left in the hairdressers where I worked. I didn't really acknowledge what I was letting myself in for, but I really did postulate to do something because my biography was so drab and oil production. Even the interview for the job was unbelievable, but I was so desperate to change my liveliness 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 spell a daybook of my new life-time, and he has since created a web site that it is published on.

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

If you care to read my journal you will find that my 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 lilliputian dangerous undertaking that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a slight 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 small ( ish ), pert breasts that have small aureoles and giant nipple. When they're arduous Jon says they're like chapel hat pegs. I have a squeamish firm, apartment stomach with a pubic bone that does stick out a bit. In my pussycat lips I have 2 minuscule gold rings that Jon put in me. My button is very prominent and is usually sticking out between my lips. It's about an inch long with a lilliputian round head. Jon sometimes calls it my little tool. I don't own any bras, knickers, pant, leggings or boxers ; and 90 % of my chick and dress can be described as mini or micro. I used to be a very shy missy, 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 meet the people who asked. If it isn't, perhaps they would like to email me with specific questions.

vanessaevans69 @ hotmail.com

Jon told me to halt writing my Journal in the summer of 1999, but has recently asked me to document, some of the more concern experiences that we have had since then.

Both Jon and I have been scouring the net looking for musical theme for lilliputian risky venture or incidents that we could construct to have some fun. We've found one or two stories that appear to be slightly rewritten copies of some of the text in my Journal, and one or two that are very alike to some of the adventures that we've had and that I've written about in my daybook. At first I was a bit stung about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that mortal thought our dangerous undertaking were good enough to re-create. I've started thinking that way as well.

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

Going to Night schoolhouse

If you've register my journal you will acknowledge that I'm not a very big person ( well, the features that you can see when I've got some clothes on ) and that my face is quite Young looking. Just before Dec 25 2000 I'd lost my half-time job as a stylist when the building that the salon was in overhear blast. Just after Christmastime 2000 Jon decided that I would go back to school. At first I was a bit horrified that he wanted me to spend years sitting through boring lessons, but after a couple of minutes of explanation I started looking forward to it.

Jon took me to a comprehensive school at the other side of meat of town and I signed-up for Computer Literacy class. He said that it was time that I learned a bit more about PCs. The next Nox he took me to a college and into an Art form. When I saw all the scholarly person sketching a bunch of flowers that was on a desk in the midsection of the room I got a little worried and excited. I tried to evidence Jon that I was a hopeless creative person, but he wouldn't listen to me.

A match of minutes later the instructor came into the classroom and over to us. Jon asked if he was still looking for a lifetime exemplar. At first I didn't sprig but as the instructor looked me up and down I realised that Jon wanted me to impersonate for the course of instruction. I got all excited thought 'wow, lawful flashing ’. Without even talking to me Jon and the instructor agreed that I'd pose for the class on each Mon evening for the succeeding 4 workweek.

This is what happened at the grade - well the interest bits.

data processor family

I was just starting to put some dress on to go to my first evening class when Jon told me to wear a blouse and skirt. The blouse he told me to wear was quite loose-fitting and he told me not to fasten the top 3 buttons. This meant that the highest clit that was fastened was right in the middle of my dumbbell. 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 tend forward a little for there to be a gawk muddle for him to see in when he stood next to me.

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

When I got there and found the good classroom, 4 early people were already sat in front line of PCs talking to each other. As I walked in they all smiled at me and 2 said,"Hi."When I took my coat off one of the older men's center 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 pause he said ‘ yes'so I chose a desk on the side of an aisle 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 second joint would be showing and perhaps a bit of my bald pubes too, especially as I never cross my legs.

Another 5 or 6 masses came in and then the teacher. He was a bald, middle-aged man, married man ; well he was wearing a wedding ringing. After the introductions the teacher got us to switch the PCs on and then told us how to run a platform that showed us all about the different bits of a PC. I pretended that I had never used a PC before and that I couldn't find the clitoris that he was telling us to click on. After he tried to key 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 cart track when he saw my skirt and branch. I saw him blush a piddling as he stood beside me and pointed to the button on the screen. As he walked back to the battlefront, he turned and looked back to me for a second before continuing with his lesson.

After about 10 minutes I couldn't find another button. This meter the man didn't pain in the neck to line where it was, he came and stood beside me and pointed it out.

This happened another couple of meter and then just before the end of the lesson I needed his help again. This time he came and stood in front of my desk and leaned over my PC Monitor to show me where something was. As he leaned forward I could see that his heart were looking straight up my skirt.

The moment lesson.

When I arrived the adjacent workweek I was a short late and there was only one PC resign. That was in the middle of the front line row. I'd just got myself organised when the teacher came in. It wasn't the same man. The new man ( Peter Johnson ) is about my age and looks a bit of a geek.

After he'd introduced himself he told us that the previous teacher was unwell and that he would be taking over the grade. When we did the round introducing ourselves, the teacher stared at me for quite a while before moving on to the next someone. That made me a bit uncomfortable, but not enough for me to imagine about the fun I could have. As the others were introducing themselves I was thinking about my supporter Debbie and the fun that she used to have at school.

This teacher tends to go off the subject a bit and rabbit on about matter that don't seem relevant to what we're doing. It was during about his thirdly stumble into technophobic whatever that I decided to try to bring in him back to worldly concern. Up until then I'd been sat with my knees tightly together and been concentrating on the object lesson, but I was getting bore listening to irrelevant gobbledegook so I let my human knee division.

Peter was walking back and Forth across the front man of the room and so deep into his footling story that it took old 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 ramification, 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 lose it from that dot in the lesson. He kept sneaking glances at my legs and pussy, but he looked as if he was a spicy schoolboy doing something that he shouldn't. Even though he went to help early bookman with problems, he wouldn't come near me. Each time I asked him a question he stayed at the movement and explained in capital detail what I should be doing.

At the end of the lesson he was gone before anyone else. I overheard a dyad 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 fiddling game with the ‘ new'teacher the previous week and wanted to go forward it so I arrived other to make certainly that I got the same PC. I was a little surprised to get hold that not only was the teacher already there, but that he'd put a chair in the middle of the front of the stratum. I was looking at it when Saint Peter said ‘ commodity evening ’, and explained that he'd had an accident and hurt 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 become out respectable than planned.

The rest of the educatee arrived and the family got started. Yes, some ( most ) of the men were ogling my ultra short skirt and low cut, lose top, and some of the char were giving me contaminating looks ; but I'm used to that. My alone pastime that night were learning a bit more about PCs, and having some fun with the teacher.

St. Peter the Apostle explained the chairwoman to everyone and was limping about. After about 10 second he sat on the chair and kept talking. After a while he gave us an exercise 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 offset, but as he kept looking, my knees kept opening until they were about a foot apart.

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

individual at the spinal column asked him another doubt and he had to go and show them something. As he got up and walked passed me I couldn't helper noticing that not only wasn't he limping, he didn't have a limp peter either, and there was quite a prominence in the front tight of his denim. It looked quite atrocious.

By then I'd realised that he had found his trust and was out to relish himself as much as I was. I was as excited as his prominence told me he was and I could feel my succus 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 chairperson right under the desk. If I'd had a longer wench on it would have risen up. As it was my bare backside was on the wooden chairwoman. I let my will deal fall onto my leg whenever it wasn't needed on the keyboard. Every so often I'd reach down and pull one of my rings or thumb my clit.

The beginning clock time I did it putz did a double take. The mo clip his head moved down towards me a bit.

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

Peter was mesmerised and missed a duad of questions. One of the old men had to ingeminate himself cheap, to get putz to snap out of his trance.

The lesson went on in a similar way and I was finding it hard trying to typewrite with my good hand whilst playing with my clit with my left mitt. It's not the actual typing ; it's concentrating enough to know what to type.

By the time the lesson was nearly over I was getting close to cumming. There was no way that I wanted to leave without actually cumming in front line of the teacher so when Peter said that there was just one more little matter to do before we all went home, I went for it.

Just after Saint Peter the Apostle had finished telling everyone what he wanted them to do, I came. I shut my eyes, squeezed my oral cavity lips shut, and went over the edge. Somehow I managed to keep silence and I don't think that anyone realised what was happening - early than Peter. When I opened my eyes and looked at him his centre were locked on my pussy.

When I coughed a bit he looked up at my face. 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 leave 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 drink with him. I lied and told him that my hubby was waiting external for me.

The future couple of hebdomad were very similar to the tertiary week. Peter kept sitting on the chair in front of me, but his walking limp had gone. I kept teasing him.

If anything dissimilar happens Jon has told me to spell about it.

Art course of study

Week 1

I was very neural as I drove to the college. Earlier that good afternoon I spent ages trying to decide what I should put on. In the end I came to my senses and remembered that no one was worry in what I was wearing going to the class. I put on a elementary 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 schoolroom everyone stopped talking and looked at me. After a pregnant pause the instructor 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 nothing to be uneasy about, and asked me if I wanted a cup of coffee.

I told him that I was okay, that coffee berry made me want to pee and that I didn't want to have to go right in the middle 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 sketch me.

While he was doing that I looked round. There were about 20 people in there. Men and women of all age from about 18 to 80. Some of them smiled at me and said hi while others just go along quiet.

The instructor then told me to go behind the screen in the corner, take my apparel off, put my robe on and come back. He said that he's put me in the pose 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 aim off it doesn't take foresighted and I was back within s. As I walked back I looked around and saw a couple of the men looking at me. One was a Danton True Young man about 20. He didn't look as if he was only there for the art. His looking brought that familiar tingle and damp to my kitty-cat.

"That was fast"he said and pointed to a big board in the midriff of the room. He asked me to climb on and then he told me how to do the pose. I had to sit on the tabular array with one leg hang at the articulatio genus and the early straight out. He told me to celebrate my knees nearly together, but I let them range to about 6 inches apart. One hand was on the tabular array behind me, whilst the other was on my thigh. I had to look up into the top corner of the room.

Once the teacher was felicitous with my pose he called all the student over and started telling and showing then which portion of my body he wanted them to concentrate on. One part was my white meat. As he said that my nipples went even harder than they already were.

There were 20 hoi polloi stood all around me looking down on my naked body. Some were stood at my feet and I'm sure that they could see my juices leaking out of my kitty. One woman whispered to another next to her, but she wasn't tranquillise enough. I think that well-nigh of the multitude in there pick up her say,"I've never seen a charwoman with rings down there before."

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

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

After what seemed like an timeless existence the teacher came to the front and told me to own a 10 minute break. I was grateful for that and climbed down off the table. The teacher said that normally the models put their robe on for the break, and offered me his jacket. I thanked him and told him that I was all right as I was.

Most of the students kept drawing but the Loretta Young man came up to me and started chatting. As he was talking his eyes were everywhere but my eyes. 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 rhythm looking at the different drawings of me.

Some were quite secure, I even thought about asking what would happen to them after the lesson.

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

Some of the men and a couple of the untried char 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 the great unwashed gave me sundry impression. The serious artists did absolutely zero for me and I felt totally at sluttish with them. It was similar to being at the naturist swim and on a nudist beach. The people that I wasn't sure about made me finger a slight excited. The more that I thought somebody was looking at me in a sexual manor house, the more excited I got.

When I got to polish up to where the young man that had been chatting me up was, I was getting really excited. That pussy chill was very strong and I could really feel my juice flowing. As I walked up to him I saw that conversant bulge in his trouser. He tried chatting me up again, but I just kept asking him sappy doubtfulness about his lousy effort to draw me. His reply sounded just as dullard as my questions. If anyone was listening they must give thought we were both artistic thickies.

The recess 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 pussy before starting again ). I told the teacher and asked him where the penny-pinching toilet was. He told me that it was only about 20 curtilage down the corridor.

I started waking towards the classroom doorway when the instructor said,"Hadn't you better put some dress on ?"To be perfectly fair, the thought had crossed my judgement but I wanted the prospect to walk about the corridor a bit. I was wondering if I might assemble and outrage someone.

I didn't really give the instructor a chance to say any more than, I just said,"No, it's okay, it's only a few 1000 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 foiled that I hadn't seen anyone.

The moment half of the deterrent example went quite quickly and it wasn't long before the instructor was telling me to get down and dressed.

As I came out from behind the changing blind the Whitney Young man was waiting for me and asked me if I'd like to go for a drunkenness with him. Fortunately I didn't get chance 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 hanker and asked if I was okay to come back the next week. I told him that I'd enjoyed it and would be back.

calendar week 2

As I walked into the schoolroom there were about the like number of multitude who had been there the premature week. I did notice an extra couple of youngish people.

The teacher arrived before I had the chance to do anything or let the cat out of the bag to anyone, and immediately brought the form to order. He told the family that I was going to pose in an unusual status that Night and that he wanted the students to add a little bit of imagination to their drawing.

I hadn't a clue what he meant by ‘ strange location'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 difficulty are you ?"I was a bit shocked and storm. Whenever he had spoken to me before he'd given me the effect that he was a perfect tense gentleman. This dominant style took me my surprisal.

"Right,"he said,"go and get your apparel off while I get the forget me drug ready."Another surprisal I thought, it sounded as if I wasn't going to have a trouble keeping still that nighttime. I turned towards the changing screen and saw that it wasn't there. It was nowhere in the elbow room. I turned back towards the instructor to enjoin him and to ask where I should get undressed. He was officious opening a bag so after a quick think I though, ‘ what the hell'and walked to the side of meat of the elbow room where there were some chairwoman. I turned to front the social class and saw that about half the pupil were watching me and the other half were watching the teacher elevation some ropes 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 point. The man was smiling back at me as I undid the small musical composition of Velcro that was holding my skirt up and dropped it to the base. I then squatted down with my knees astray apart as I unfastened my sandals and the walked out of them.

My kitty was starting to tingle and get wet.

When I got back to the instructor he told me that he wanted me to rise on the mesa and hold my arms out while he tied a forget me drug to each of my carpus. He then threw the Mexican valium over steel frame that was holding the cap up and pulled my blazonry up in the air.

Maybe I need to explain that the school was originally built round about the turn of the 19th / 20th century. It has had quite a number of ‘ file name extension'added, some quite recently. We were in the old part, a one news report building.

The teacher then told me to pass around my legs and asked me if he needed to tie them to anything to save them apart. I told him that it wasn't necessary, as I was comfortable as I was. I wondered if he knew that I spent quite a bit of time hanging my wrist, nude and rout. I looked down at the students and realised that my twat was at about foreland height for about of the students. I got a slight bed wetter as I thought about what some of them might be thinking and knowing that there would be about 20 couple of oculus staring at my twat for the next hour.

The next 30 or so minutes went in no meter. I'd been daydreaming and when the teacher unfastened the ropes I suddenly realised that it had been a skillful daydream and that my slit felt really wet. I needed to go to the gutter and clean myself up a bit.

I told the teacher where I was going and marched out before he had a opportunity 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 cubicle, had a pee, wiped my purulent dry and was sat there playing with my clit when I heard some girls come in. I brought myself to an orgasm while I listened to them talking about what they were going to do to their young man later that night.

They stopped talking and stared at me as I opened the cubicle door and walked to the cesspit. As I was washing my men one of them asked me where my wearing apparel where. I just said,"Art year"as if that would explain everything and walked out.

In the corridor a schoolhouse janitor stopped drained in his racetrack and watched me as I walked passed him. poor people bloke, he looked as if he was about to have a heart attack.

Back in the classroom I wandered round looking at different aspect of my spread-eagle raw soundbox. One or two had taken ‘ aesthetic licence'and pull out me with surplus Mexican valium and belt ammunition on. One had actually drawn a dildo sticking out of my pussy. The detail that some had gone to while drawing my cunt and little gold tintinnabulation was just amazing.



I didn't get chance to see all the drawings before the instructor 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 continue and when I said I was he retied my radiocarpal joint and told me to get back on the table.

The end of the deterrent example came all too soon. The teacher 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 endure look at my naked pussy.

When they'd all gone the instructor came over to me and asked me if I was okay with the dissimilar type of pose. 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 circle out of his bag. He tied my the right way leg to one leg of the mesa and as he was tying my left leg to the other end of the mesa he told me that he'd arranged for a couple of his Paraguay tea to come and take 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 tingle and surge of juices.

A few minute of arc later 3 men and 2 charwoman 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 picture were taken.

After about 5 minutes I was untied, the dildo was pulled out and I was told to lie on the table. Needless to say I was spread-eagle again. More photographs were taken and the instructor came and stood beside me and started playing with my kitty-cat. I suddenly realised how vulnerable I was and obviously looked frightened because the teacher said,"Relax dearest, we're not going to sleep together you, if we did you wouldn't be back succeeding week."

The six of them took it in turns to create me cum either with their custody or their mouths whilst the others kept taking more picture. 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 igniter off and shut up 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 deplorable, 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 fall back appointment cotton fiber miniskirt dress and skid on, and as I walked into the school the wind was blowing it everywhere.

I was a bit lately, and by the 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 vex that I might not be there. He then told everyone that I was going to dumbfound in a very subservient pose and that he wanted them to adumbrate me exactly as they saw me, no extra bite. centralise on what they could actually see.

He then told me to get undressed and onto the table. Again the changing screen was missing so I just whipped my dress straight up over my promontory, kicked my shoes off and climbed onto the mesa. The teacher then told me how he wanted me to personate. What he described was the position that I have to get into when Jon tells me to ‘ simulate the position ’. On my knees with them wide apart. I then have to incline back as far as I can and support my trunk with my hands on the floor. I've lost could of the number of sentence that I've been in this position, and for how long. If you add it all up it must be daytime, so another hour wasn't going to name much dispute. The difference this clip was that there would be 20 odd yoke of eyes looking at me and my cattle ranch pussy.

Again the time went very quickly as recalled the previous night's session on the piece of tail machine at rest 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 time. I was still a bit sore.

At the break I needed the toilet again ; I needed to pee and cum. The teacher didn't bother to say anything as I walked out of the classroom 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 group of teenagers walking towards me. They were all dressed in play gear 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 bit to decide to either jump back into the girl's toilet or hold going. You've guessed it, I kept going.

The teenagers ( boys and girls ) were all about 18 and they came out with all the input 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 custody, but I wasn't expecting them to contain and block the corridor.

They surrounded me and didn't move when I asked them to. Whilst some of them were feeling my mamilla and pussy, one of them asked me why I was naked. I told them that I was the mannikin in the Art class. Another said that I shouldn't walk round the school without apparel on because anything could happen to me. When another said that they should teach me a object lesson I started to get a picayune worried. They bundled me back into the girl's stool and discussed what they should do with me. Thankfully, when one of the feller suggested that all the lad should ‘ have intercourse 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 manakin for a lot to a greater extent people.

With one lad holding either of my branch they ran me all round the school corridors and outside through the car park onto the main road, back into the school grounds and onto the sportsman battleground. most of the chemical group were following us.

I suppose that the chap thought that I was running so easily because they were holding my arms. In reality I was loving it. It was an excuse to be naked in world 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 classes that were ending. I've no theme what they were, but all the people were adults and we got a few comments from some of them. There were a few mass in the car park and a lot more on the main road. I heard a couple of tire shrieking as on or two automobilist got distracted.

When we got into the eye of the summercater field the lads let go of me and one of them said,"Let that be a object lesson little girl,"and they all walked off laughing.

I stood there for a minute or so getting my intimation back the worked out the serious way to get back to the Art class. We'd gone in a big roach and the Art classroom wasn't that far away. I only had a duad of schoolroom Windows to travel by before could get back into the building and then down a short bit of corridor and I'd be there.

As I was walking down the route passed the classrooms I looked in to see a match of masses looking out towards me. One man had a big grin on his case.

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 morsel of wet skunk on my feet.

Anyway, it was back into the position and try to slacken. About half way through the seance I looked round the room a bit and saw that the young man who'd tried to shoot the breeze me up was trying to attract my tending. He was at the dorsum of the room and it was doubtful that any of the early students could see him unless they turned round. Out optic met for a second and instead of him getting on with his sketch he rubbed the front of his trousers and pretended to wank himself.

At the end of the deterrent example the instructor 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 knees end. In gist, right between my legs. He looked me up and down then said,"No photographer tonight, but I just wanted to recount you that you will really love next week's class. You'll go nursing home shattered."When I told him that I was looking forward to it he turned, picked up his bags and walked out saying,"thoroughly, see you next calendar week then."

I put my dress and skid on and went plate. When I told Jon about the group of adolescent he just laughed and told me to be careful.

Week 4

I was a bit tardily getting to the family 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 mood that I would soon be in. One of the women asked him what mood I would be in. His answer was just two words,"Sexual excitement."When he said that I turned and looked at him and I heard one of the Edward Young men say,"Nice one teach."

I didn't botheration looking for the changing screen and just whipped my dress up and off. I didn't know what to carry other than that I was going to be sexually excited in straw man of 20 plus people. I was wondering how, looking forward to it and getting a bit damp. My tit were already tilt hard.

When I got up onto the table the teacher tied my radiocarpal joint to the roof beams the same way he'd done the s time I'd posed. This time he'd got me to stand on a few Word of God and when my wrists were secured he removed the books leaving me dangling there. After he'd done that he told me to give my leg full and he tied my ankles to the legs of the tabular array. I was tied spread-eagle in mid air, and with no way to move.

At that tip I didn't know if my nation of sexual hullabaloo was enough for what the instructor wanted. It wasn't really visible - apart from my slightly wet cunt and hard nipples ; and being restrained like that for the side by side time of day 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 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 experience 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 pussy. Then he set the metronome arm going backwards and forwards. My snatch was getting a very rhythmical tickle.

As I started to understand what was going to befall to me I heard the teacher tell the students to concentrate on drawing my body first. He told them that it would take a patch for my case to get the expression that he wanted them to capture.

It didn't take long. Within a couple of minutes my nipples were so grueling that I thought they were going to burst and my slit was really coming alert. I could feel my juices leaking out of me. Five minutes later I was very close to cumming. I guess that the teacher could tell that because he said,"Try and hold it Vanessa, the students need more prison term to get your expression down on paper."

wellspring I tried, it wasn't as if I could plunk for away, or close my stage. I tried to digest on anything but the inevitable. I looked round the room 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 front out of the corner of my eye that would distract 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 woman who was sketching with one hand whilst her other handwriting was sliding up and down her soundbox. I had to look at someone else because I was sure she was about to grab one of her tits or rub her pussycat.

I saw one Pres Young man who definitely had a hard-on, and he was licking his lips as well. Another honest-to-goodness man was actually rubbing his dick through his trousers.

The inevitable happened and I started to cum. My headland was rolling from side to side and I could hear 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 tool inside me but all I was getting was that damned feather.

No sooner than my first climax started to sink than I could palpate a indorse starting. I tried to fight it but I didn't stand a prospect. It hit me surd than the world-class. 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 land her knickers ( if she was wearing any ) were in.

When I started to derive down from my high, the teacher came over and told me that it was time 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 break. When I told him that I was okay and was used to being restrained in similar office he said,"goodness, it would be a waste of valuable time untying then retying me.

I slowly started to cool down a bit and became very cognizant of the state of my pussy and legs. I could feel my pussy gaping open and my succus running down my peg. Even my feet felt wet although that may have been sweat.

During the falling out a few of the students came and had a closer feeling at me. As I looked down on them I could see a mix of interest and luxuria on their faces. I could see what looked like painful bulges in the trousers of most of the men. One of the unseasoned men was stood in front line of me for ages. Never once did his middle look up and conform to mine. He was the go to go back to his easel and just before he left I could listen him muttering,"What I could do with that."It wasn't his peter 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 body jumped as the feather touched my pussy the first time. Before he told the scholar 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 conversant feeling in my bring down belly and pussy to start again and within 4 or 5 hour I was cumming again and again and again. I must have had half a dozen orgasms before I finally passed out.

When I came turn 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 geezerhood before the teacher lifter my legs onto the rule book and then untied me. As he untied my finis radiocarpal joint I started to collapse and he had to put his arm turn me to stop me from falling. To be honest to the instructor he aimed at putting his arm round my waist. Because I was covered in sweat I kept slipping down and he only managed to prevent me from falling when his arm had slipped up to my armpit. By that metre his had was holding my left wing 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 student culture off."

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

Shortly after that the teacher ended the lesson and the students left. The teacher spent ages looking at all the sketches while I just sat there trying to find some energy. Eventually the teacher got up and thanked me for posing for the class. He said something about there not being many opportunity for creative person to capture true human emotions. All I could consider of to saw was,"The pleasure was all mine,"which it was. I know that I'm now a fully-fledged exhibitionist and it really had been a pleasure. It's one thing letting people see me au naturel, but it's something else letting them see me having multiple sexual climax. It was a real turn-on.

The instructor then said that he really had to lock the elbow room and leave. I told him that I'd go and have a cascade before going rest home. All that sweating had left me feeling quite dirty. I picked-up my attire and place and wandered out into the corridor. There was no one out there, it was getting late and I guess that to the highest degree citizenry had gone home.

Just down the corridor are the girl's toilets. Through a room access at the book binding are the miss's changing rooms and showers. I dropped my dress and shoes in the corner and went into the shower bath. It felt upright. I stayed soaking for ages and not thinking about anything other than the pleasure that I'd just had. The succeeding thing that I knew was that there was a man staring at me. I saw him out of the corner of my eye. He didn't say anything, and I didn't react to his bearing. I just kept soaking up the ardent water system.

After a few secondment with neither of us doing anything, the comportment of a man watching me naked in the shower started to get me going again. I felt my nipples get hard and my pussy aching. That aching had to be relieved so my correctly bridge player slowly worked its way down to my button. As my right hired hand got in use I still pretended that I hadn't seen him. It didn't take long for me to cum again, but as I did my mind went up and I could no longer affect that I hadn't seen him.

He realised that I was looking at him and he went vivid red and started to tell me that he was the caretaker. He'd heard the body of water running and come to investigate. He said that he thought that everyone had gone home and that someone had left a rain 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 abode. I didn't make any effort to cover myself as I asked him if he'd got a towel that I could borrow. He said that he hadn't, but that there might be one in one of the lockers in the changing room. I asked him if he could expect for me and I followed him out into the changing room.

He must own looked in just about all the locker before turning towards me and saying,"nada, 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 decimal point in hanging around waiting so I picked up my clothes and shoes and followed him. It was only when he had to open a threshold 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 ace there. He didn't say anything and kept walking.

We got to an outside threshold 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 judgment and kept following him.

Fortunately, or unfortunately, there was no one around and we walked across a curtilage and into a little workshop. He opened a cupboard and got out a towel and gave it to me. By that time I was just about dry ( apart from my hairsbreadth ) and I just rubbed my hair. As I was doing this I could see the caretaker staring at me. I took my time so that he could have a thoroughly 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 irregular. In the end I broke the silence and said,"The nestling don't semen in here then."He just said,"What ?"I pointed to the calendar on the bulwark. It has a big picture of a naked woman with her peg open a bit. I could just see the flexure of her hirsute pussy sass.

"Yes, err No"he said. The man was obviously anxious about being alone with a defenseless 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 the like big mamilla, and you shave down there. Besides, you're here in the soma, she isn't."

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

While he was gone I had a look round. In one standoff I found some old Fiesta magazines. I remembered Jon telling me about some of the letter that he'd read in them.

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

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

Eventually he ran out of celluloid and thanked me. I told him that it had been my joy but I really had to go. As I was putting my brake shoe and dress 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 former experiences that Jon has told me to document. I'm sure that Jon will get me to publish all of them on my web Sir Frederick Handley Page, as and when he's read them and is happy with them.

Love

Vanessa