Introduction

Hi, my name is genus Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound name with blondish fuzz. In 1998 I quit my dull existence in a piffling townsfolk in North welt and went to ferment 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 cartridge that mortal had left in the stylist where I worked. I didn't really know what I was letting myself in for, but I really did ask to do something because my lifetime was so drab and drilling. Even the interview for the job was unbelievable, but I was so desperate to change my life history 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 diary of my new life, and he has since created a web situation that it is published on.

If you care to read my Journal you will get word that my human 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 live up to or pleasurable. I love my life sentence and all the piffling risky venture that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a piddling bit of hair that grows on my branch, I have no torso whisker below my neck opening. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with small ( ish ), pert knocker that have small aureoles and colossus nipple. When they're hard Jon says they're like chapel hat wooden leg. I have a prissy firm, flat stomach with a pubic bone that does hold fast out a bit. In my pussy sassing I have 2 trivial amber rings that Jon put in me. My clitoris is very big and is usually sticking out between my lip. It's about an in long with a minuscule round out head. Jon sometimes calls it my minuscule dick. I don't own any bandeau, knee pants, trousers, leggings or short circuit ; and 90 % of my skirts and dresses can be described as mini or micro. I used to be a very shy lady friend, but I've now gone completely the other way, and get a majuscule thrill from letting other people see my body.

I hope that's enough to live up to the people who asked. If it isn't, perhaps they would like to e-mail me with specific questions.

Jon told me to stop 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 net looking for estimate for piffling adventures or incidents that we could construct to have some fun. We've found one or two stories that appear to be slightly rewritten written matter of some of the text in my daybook, and one or two that are very standardized to some of the escapade that we've had and that I've written about in my Journal. At first I was a bit harassed about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that someone thought our dangerous undertaking were dependable enough to imitate. I've started thinking that way as well.

The doomed Bet

One Sunday last summer Jon was watching a F1 M Prix. Trying to record some stake I asked Jon who was winning. His answer 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 well-chosen when he told me that I had lost and told me that as the forfeit, I would have to do something special for him. Nothing really different there, as I always do what Jon tells me, whatever he asks.

Jon kept me waiting for about a 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 good afternoon Vicky and Bridie arrived at our house at 8 o'clock. We all piled into Jon's car and he drove us to somewhere in West Yorkshire. It was a rugby golf club, but I've no theme where. We 3 lady friend were to provide waitress service for the drinking whilst a comic did his appearance. We were the only adult female there. The comedian was real earthy and quite a disgusting really. Quite suspicious as well. Oh, we had to wear just ultra-short dame and shoe - nothing else.

I'm sure that Vicky and Bridie got groped as much as I did ; by the clock time the display 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 the stage. Jon was waiting for me and he gave me a schoolgirl's uniform ( fill in with bra and horrible schoolgirl knickers ) to put on, and then a multitude of cigarettes to put down my blouse. He then told me that we were going to fall in a show similar to the one that we'd put on in the Canaries a few days ago.

Jon put on one of those teacher'monotonic hat things and a gown, and we went out. On the stagecoach Jon pretended to be the teacher who had stopped a girl 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 explore me.

He told me to take my blouse off. I did, tucking the cigarettes into the stria of my skirt as I did so. Next it was the bra, then the dame. Finally it was the Navy blue pants. 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 stern facing the audience. Jon gave me 5 stroke in quick chronological succession. As always, after each one I thanked him.

I then had to spread my wooden leg as wide as I could, giving the audience an even better horizon of my dripping twat. As I did so I saw Vicky and Bridie through my open up wooden leg, each of them was sitting on a man's genu with the man 's hand on their bald pussycat.

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

I came during the succeeding and last 5. I needed to put one bridge player down on the level 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 see all variety of remark from the crowd.

Next Jon asked if it was anyone's birthday. When he got no reply he asked if it was a stag night. The completely crew pointed at one young man and called out the gens martin. Jon then asked Bridie and Vicky to bring Martin up onto the stage.

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

Jon then asked the hearing if Martin should assist to punish the naughty schoolgirl. estimate what everyone said ?

I then had to bend over again while Martin first stuck a twain of finger in my pussy, and then hit my backside with the cane. He wasn't very good at co-ordinating his movements 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 split second, and got his dress off, even though he was struggling a bit. He had a semitrailer that he was trying to cover-up. Pointing at Dean Martin's semi, Jon told Vicky and Bridie to do something about that. While Vicky and Bride played with and sucked Martin's dick, Jon told me to squat down on Martins face.

poor people Dino Paul Crocetti, he was in heaven and hell. After a couple of minutes, Jon got a prophylactic out of his scoop 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 first clock time that Jon has told me to roll in the hay another man. I was a bit storm at offset, and as I was standing up I looked at Jon who gave a little nod.

I lowered myself down and then started going up and down on my knees. 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 long before I could feel Martin cum so I went down as concentrated as I could and then lay back. As his peter went flaccid I could find it sliding out of me.

When Martin finally flopped right out, Jon told me to get Dean Martin's dress, take him into the changing elbow room then come back.

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

I thought that the appearance 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 human knee and spank me, they could, but for no longer than 20 seconds each. He asked everyone to play fairly so that everyone who wanted to could have a go.

I looked round and there must hold been 50 or 60 men in there. I was a bit pock, but I knew that Jon would puddle certain that I was okay.

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

In the adjacent 30 or 40 min my backside got redder and redder and more painful. My puss got more and sorer as it got finger fucked by about 50 Loretta Young men. My pap got rick, pulled and pinched until they were very tender. I even got a match of fingers pushed into my backside.

After about the 15th knee it all got to be a bit of a sexual gamy haze. I came 2 or 3 fourth dimension and the men had to cabbage me from knee joint to knee. I remember slipping out of the hands and falling onto the story once. It wasn't the men's fault ; I was covered in travail and cunt juice.

To be fairish to the men, not one of them tried to take away vantage 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 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 area. Jon had missed out on having the fun so Vicky and Bridie were taking attention of his erection while I just stood under the warm piddle soothing my painful backside.

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

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

birthday suit, a most unexpected by pleasurable forfeit. I think I will take in to have a few More bets with Jon.

Love,

V