Introduction

Hi, my name is Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound figure with blondish fuzz. In 1998 I quit my oil production existence in a little town in north wheal and went to work as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East midland of England. It was a brave decision 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 involve to do something because my life was so drab and boring. Even the interview for the job was incredible, but I was so desperate to switch 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 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 say my Journal you will discover that my kinship with Jon is rather unlike to that of most employee and employer, but I have easily come to substantiate that I have a life that just could not be more satisfying or pleasurable. I love my life and all the little adventure that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a piffling bit of hair that grows on my wooden leg, I have no consistence hair's-breadth below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with humble ( ish ), impertinent breast that have small gloriole and giant nipple. When they're punishing Jon says they're like chapel hat pegs. I have a courteous business firm, categorical tummy with a pubic pearl that does stay out a bit. In my pussy backtalk I have 2 trivial gold annulus that Jon put in me. My clit is very large and is usually sticking out between my back talk. It's about an inch long with a little round head. Jon sometimes calls it my niggling dick. I don't own any bra, breeches, trousers, leg covering or shorts ; and 90 % of my chick and dresses can be described as mini or micro. I used to be a very shy girl, but I've now gone completely the other way, and get a great charge from letting other the great unwashed see my body.

I hope that's enough to fill the hoi polloi who asked. If it isn't, perhaps they would care to email me with specific 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 occupy experiences that we have had since then.

Both Jon and I have been scouring the Internet looking for thought for little adventures or incidents that we could invent to make some fun. We've found one or two stories that appear to be slightly rewritten written matter of some of the text edition in my Journal, and one or two that are very similar to some of the risky venture that we've had and that I've written about in my journal. At first I was a bit annoyed about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that someone thought our dangerous undertaking were good enough to copy. I've started thinking that way as well.

The doomed Bet

One Sunday finish summer Jon was watching a F1 yard Prix. Trying to show up some interest I asked Jon who was winning. His reply didn't make practically sense to me, but just for a bit of a laugh I said,"I bet the red car wins."Jon took me up on the bet, which I eventually lost. Jon was glad when he told me that I had lost and told me that as the forfeit, I would have to do something limited 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 Fri afternoon Vicky and Bridie arrived at our sign of the zodiac 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 football ball club, but I've no idea where. We 3 girls were to supply waitress avail for the drinkable whilst a comedian did his show. We were the just cleaning woman there. The comedian was real earthy and quite a disgusting really. Quite funny as well. Oh, we had to wear just ultra-short skirts and shoes - nix else.

I'm sure that Vicky and Bridie got groped as practically as I did ; by the fourth dimension the appearance ended I was soaking.

As the comedian was coming to the end of his show he asked me to go to a way at the side of the point. Jon was waiting for me and he gave me a schoolgirl's uniform ( concluded with bra and horrifying schoolgirl knickers ) to put on, and then a gang of cigaret to put down my blouse. He then told me that we were going to give a show similar to the one that we'd put on in the Canaries a few yr ago.

Jon put on one of those teacher'flat hat things and a gown, and we went out. On the stage Jon pretended to be the teacher who had stopped a daughter who he suspected had some cigarettes. 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 search me.

He told me to take my blouse off. I did, tucking the cigarettes into the band of my wench as I did so. Next it was the bra, then the skirt. Finally it was the naval forces Amytal drawers. As they came off the cigarettes 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 backside facing the hearing. Jon gave me 5 cam stroke in nimble succession. As always, after each one I thanked him.

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

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

I came during the next 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 consultation. As I calmed down I could hear all kind of comments from the crowd.

Next Jon asked if it was anyone's birthday. When he got no response he asked if it was a stag night. The whole bunch pointed at one offspring man and called out the name Martin. Jon then asked Bridie and Vicky to bring Martin up onto the stage.

poor Dino Paul Crocetti, he was so stymie, even though he was a bit drunk.

Jon then asked the audience if Martin should serve to punish the naughty schoolgirl. Guess what everyone said ?

I then had to deform over again while Martin first stuck a couple of finger in my pussycat, and then hit my backside with the cane. He wasn't very undecomposed at co-ordinating his movements so Jon told him to lie down on the trading floor. When he was down, Jon told Vicky and Birdie to denudate him. Vicky and Bridie were on him in a flash, and got his clothes off, even though he was struggling a bit. He had a tractor trailer that he was trying to cover-up. Pointing at Martin's trailer truck, Jon told Vicky and Bridie to do something about that. While Vicky and Bride played with and sucked Martin's cock, Jon told me to squat down on martin face.

Poor Martin, he was in Shangri-la and hell. After a twosome of min, 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 Martin's dick.

That was the beginning time that Jon has told me to fuck another man. I was a bit surprise at first, and as I was standing up I looked at Jon who gave a fiddling nod.

I lowered myself down and then started going up and down on my human knee. 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 hanker before I could palpate Martin cum so I went down as intemperately as I could and then lay back. As his tool went soft I could feel it sliding out of me.

When Martin finally flopped proper out, Jon told me to get Martin's wearing apparel, take him into the changing room then come back.

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

I thought that the show would have 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 stifle and spank me, they could, but for no longsighted than 20 seconds each. He asked everyone to play fairly so that everyone who wanted to could stimulate a go.

I looked round and there must deliver been 50 or 60 men in there. I was a bit scared, but I knew that Jon would make sure that I was okay.

I looked at Jon then went over to the quoin of the room and asked the Whitney Young man if he wanted to spank me.

In the adjacent 30 or 40 minutes my backside got redder and redder and more painful. My pussycat got more and sorer as it got finger fucked by about 50 new men. My pap got twine, pulled and pinched until they were very tender. I even got a couple of finger's breadth pushed into my backside.

After about the 15th knee it all got to be a bit of a sexual high up haze. I came 2 or 3 metre and the men had to plagiarize me from knee to knee. I remember slipping out of the hands and falling onto the floor once. It wasn't the men's fault ; I was covered in swither and twat juice.

To be fair to the men, not one of them tried to take advantage 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 shattered, I could hardly stand up. Vicky and Bridie had to hold me up.

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

I was just starting to feel something like normal when Mary Martin came in with a tray of drinking. Jon invited him to unite us but he declined.

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

raw, a most unexpected by pleasurable forfeit. I think I will have to have a few more bet with Jon.

Love,

V