Introduction

Hi, my figure 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 irksome universe in a little township in North Wales and went to work as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East Midland of England. It was a hardy decision to make as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advertizement in a BDSM magazine that soul had left in the hairdressers where I worked. I didn't really know what I was letting myself in for, but I really did postulate to do something because my biography was so drab and drilling. Even the interview for the job was unbelievable, but I was so despairing 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 life-time, and he has since created a web site that it is published on.

If you care to read my diary you will discover 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 biography that just could not be more satisfying or pleasurable. I love my life history and all the little adventures that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a little bit of tomentum that grows on my legs, I have no organic structure hair below my cervix. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with small ( ish ), pert bosom that have small aureoles and heavyweight nipples. When they're intemperately Jon says they're like chapel hat pegs. I have a prissy firm, flat abdomen with a pubic osseous tissue that does stay put out a bit. In my pussy brim I have 2 minuscule amber halo that Jon put in me. My clitoris is very salient and is usually sticking out between my lips. It's about an inch long with a little round drumhead. Jon sometimes calls it my little dick. I don't own any bras, knickers, trouser, leggings or shorts ; and 90 % of my skirts and dresses can be described as mini or micro. I used to be a very shy girlfriend, but I've now gone completely the former way, and get a great thrill from letting former people see my body.

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

Jon told me to lay off 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 internet looking for ideas for little adventures or incidents that we could manufacture to have some fun. We've found one or two stories that appear to be slightly rewritten transcript of some of the text 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 diary. At foremost I was a bit annoyed about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that someone thought our adventures were soundly enough to re-create. I've started thinking that way as well.

The Lost Bet

One Dominicus last summertime Jon was watching a F1 grand Prix. Trying to indicate some interest I asked Jon who was winning. His reply didn't make lots sentiency to me, but just for a bit of a jest 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 forfeit, I would have to do something especial 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 star sign at 8 o'clock. We all piled into Jon's car and he drove us to somewhere in West Yorkshire. It was a rugby football gild, but I've no estimation where. We 3 young woman were to provide waitress serving for the drinks whilst a comedian did his show. We were the only fair sex there. The comic was real down-to-earth and quite a disgusting really. Quite funny as well. Oh, we had to wear just ultra-short skirt and shoes - nada else.

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

As the comedian was coming to the end of his appearance he asked me to go to a room at the side of the stage. Jon was waiting for me and he gave me a schoolgirl's uniform ( complete with bra and frightful schoolgirl pants ) to put on, and then a coterie of cigarette to put down my blouse. He then told me that we were going to chip in a show standardized to the one that we'd put on in the Canaries a few year ago.

Jon put on one of those teachers'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 coffin nail into the stripe of my skirt as I did so. Next it was the bra, then the skirt. Finally it was the navy bluing knickers. 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 back end facing the audience. Jon gave me 5 strokes in quick succession. As always, after each one I thanked him.

I then had to spread my pegleg as broad as I could, giving the audience an even better sight of my dripping pussycat. As I did so I saw Vicky and Bridie through my open ramification, each of them was sitting on a man's knee with the man 's hand on their bald pussy.

Jon then gave me 10 Thomas More separatrix harder than before. Some of them were getting just one nerve as the end of the cane whipped circle onto my pussy.

I came during the succeeding and last 5. I needed to put one hand down on the floor to finish myself falling over. I was still shaking when Jon told me to support up and face the interview. As I calmed down I could hear all sorts of gossip from the crowd.

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

poor martin, he was so embarrassed, even though he was a bit drunk.

Jon then asked the consultation if Martin should help to penalize the blue schoolgirl. Guess what everyone said ?

I then had to deform over again while Martin first stuck a duad of fingers in my pussy, and then hit my bottom with the cane. He wasn't very good at co-ordinating his movements so Jon told him to lie down on the storey. When he was down, Jon told Vicky and birdie to strip 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 trailer truck that he was trying to cover-up. Pointing at Martin's semi, Jon told Vicky and Bridie to do something about that. While Vicky and Bride played with and sucked Mary Martin's dick, Jon told me to squat down on Martins face.

poor people martin, he was in heaven and Hell. After a yoke of arcminute, Jon got a safety 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 transfix myself on Martin's dick.

That was the first metre that Jon has told me to fuck another man. I was a bit surprised at number 1, and as I was standing up I looked at Jon who gave a footling 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 farseeing before I could feel Martin cum so I went down as toilsome as I could and then lay back. As his dick went soft I could feel it sliding out of me.

When Martin finally flopped right out, Jon told me to get Martin's clothes, take him into the changing elbow room then derive 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 elbow room, and if anyone wanted to put me over their knee and larrup me, they could, but for no longer than 20 seconds each. He asked everyone to play fairly so that everyone who wanted to could hold a go.

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

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

In the next 30 or 40 minutes my rear end got carmine and redder and more painful. My pussy got more and sorer as it got finger fucked by about 50 young men. My teat got wind, pulled and pinched until they were very sore. I even got a mates of finger pushed into my backside.

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

To be funfair to the men, not one of them tried to take 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 shattered, I could hardly stand up. Vicky and Bridie had to accommodate 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 rain shower. The four of us in the big shower area. 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 painful backside.

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

On the way home 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.

Altogether, a most unexpected by pleasurable forfeit. I think I will ingest to take a few More bets with Jon.

Love,

V