first appearance

Hi, my public figure is Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound physique with blondish hairsbreadth. In 1998 I quit my deadening existence in a picayune town in Union welt and went to work as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East Midland of England. It was a gay decisiveness to make as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advert in a BDSM mag that someone had left in the hairdresser where I worked. I didn't really know what I was letting myself in for, but I really did call for to do something because my life was so sombre and oil production. Even the audience for the job was unbelievable, but I was so desperate to change my spirit 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 lifetime, and he has since created a web land site that it is published on.

If you care to read my Journal you will light upon that my relationship with Jon is rather different to that of most employee and employer, but I have easily come to bring in that I have a animation that just could not be more satisfying or enjoyable. I love my life and all the little risky venture that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a slight bit of hair that grows on my legs, I have no eubstance hair below my neck opening. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with small ( ish ), pert tit that have small aureoles and giant mamilla. When they're heavily Jon says they're like chapel hat stick. I have a nice firm, matted abdomen with a pubic bone that does bond out a bit. In my kitty-cat lips I have 2 piffling gold rings that Jon put in me. My clit is very prominent and is usually sticking out between my lips. It's about an inch long with a little round head. Jon sometimes calls it my little dick. I don't own any bras, knickers, trousers, legging or shorts ; and 90 % of my skirts and attire 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 thrill from letting early masses see my body.

I hope that's enough to satisfy the mass who asked. If it isn't, perhaps they would care to netmail 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 worry experiences that we have had since then.

Both Jon and I have been scouring the net looking for theme for short adventure or incidents that we could invent to suffer some fun. We've found one or two taradiddle that appear to be slightly rewritten copies of some of the textbook in my Journal, and one or two that are very similar to some of the dangerous undertaking that we've had and that I've written about in my diary. At first I was a bit annoyed about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that mortal thought our escapade were dear enough to re-create. I've started thinking that way as well.

Temping

I left my hairdressing job a while back. The management were getting a bit fed-up with me taking so a great deal meter off, so I quit.

I was getting a bit bored at the end of last year, and after discussing it with Jon I signed-on for a Temp Agency. I didn't do many jobs for them before quitting, but there were a couple that are Worth telling you about.

The beginning was a firm of solicitor. It was only small-scale with 3 measure up solicitor and a couple of Secretaries. One of these was off mad and they needed someone for a pair of calendar week to look after visitor and do the filing. The house was founded by the old man Solicitor and the former 2 Solicitors are women in their thirties, both well over weight unit.

The Agency told me that I would have to clip smartly so the weekend before I started I made a couple of wench that are to mid-thigh - long for me. Jon made sure that they had slits up the cover and battlefront. I wore them with rather modest baggy blouses that tucked into the annulus.

When I got there I found that the position is up some steps right in the middle of town, and the receptionist's desk is ripe at the top of the step. After I'd been introduced to everyone the secretaire showed me to my desk and told me that the girl that was off sick usually wore trouser and pointed to the social movement of the desk. No modesty instrument panel. I told her that I didn't have any worthy pant, which is almost rightful - I don't have any trousers. She just said,"Oh well, I'm sure you'll manage."I smiled and thought, ‘ you bet, this could be fun.'

I spent most of the first couple of days getting used to the telephone system before I managed to relax and start to cause some fun.

Each time I heard the door at the bottom of the steps open I'd get back to my desk and sneak a look to see who it was. If it were a man I'd let my knees part and watch their eyes to see if they looked. If it was a hunky man and he looked, I'd let my knees drift even further apart.

After I'd phoned whoever to tell them that their visitor was there, I'd ask the visitor to sit in the waiting region that was in front end of my desk, but to a tenuous angle. It's bewilder how the men would always sit on the behind that had the best view up my skirt. I made sure that some of them really go distracted from their business there.

There are some filing console just near the visitant butt and I made sure that I always had some documents that needed to be filed in the buns console.

My responsibility took me into the old man Solicitor's office quite a bit. When I handed him documents to sign I made sure that I bent forward so that he could await down the top of my blouse.

His office is one of these ‘ old earth'topographic point with bookcases all up the walls with a little stone's throw ladder to get up to them. After a duad of days he started asking me to get the books that he wanted that were high up. I smiled the first time that he asked me as I knew exactly why he asked me ; and I wasn't going to let down him. By the end of the two week he was either a lot younger, or about to snuffle if with over-excitement.

The two female solicitor were miserable affair. I'm sure that they realised what was going on, but they never said anything, just gave me lots of body of work to do. The other Secretary always wore long skirts or trousers and never seemed to want to get into conversation. I caught her staring at me a couplet of times, and it was a safe job that her desk faced away from the visitor's waiting region.

At the end of my metre there the old man thanked me for brightening the place up, and said that he wished that he could keep me on longer.



The 2d interesting temporary worker job that I did was a hebdomad in cafeteria in a big shop. It wasn't the job that was interesting ( it was crap ), it was what Jon was doing to me whilst I worked. A short while after I told Jon what I was going to do he secern me that I had to wear my remote controlled egg every day.

The first dawning went quite quickly, but at lunch period, just as I was in the middle of serving an old lady, the egg got switched on. I was in mid-sentence when I suddenly gasped, bent over slightly and started shaking. After a few seconds I managed to compose myself enough to look bout for Jon. As I was looking the little old lady asked me if I was alright.

The egg was on low so I managed to continue serving customers while I looked one shot for Jon. I couldn't see him anywhere.

About 15 moment later the pace of the shaking increased and I still couldn't see Jon. Then it got higher. I was in serious danger on cumming while serving a customer. I was starting to sudate and kept pulling a face and stifling a thigh-slapper.

As I came the first time, one of the former miss asked me if I was okay. What could I say,"Yes thank you, I'm just in the middle of having an orgasm, and I'll be back to normal in a minute of arc !"

After about an hour the egg got turned down to low and stayed like that for the remainder of the afternoon. Twice during that time I had to go to the stool to dry myself.

The same thing happened for the adjacent 3 solar day. I never saw Jon once, and he denied being there when I asked him about it on an evening.

The last-place day started the same, but half way through the lunch period, just as I was building up to my mo orgasm, the egg went on to full. I had a really hard clip trying to digest and to look rule. I haven't a hint what the customers must hold thought. I know that some of the staff thought I was ill.

There was one girl who I think suspected what was going on, each time our oculus met she smiled at me with that knowing aspect.

The egg stayed on broad for about another hr, it was agony and cracking all at the Sami time. In the end, I looked up at the next customer and Jon smiled and asked me for a moil egg sandwich. Then he asked me if I was all right, as I looked all flustered. He left the egg on full until he'd finished his lunch and left.

Jon's told me that I can do some more Temping job if I want, I'll go into the agency every so often and see what they've got.

Love,

Vanessa