foundation

Hi, my epithet is Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound figure with blondish whisker. In 1998 I quit my boring existence in a little town in North Wales and went to function as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the eastward Midlands of England. It was a unfearing decisiveness to make as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advertisement in a BDSM mag that someone had left in the stylist 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 aliveness was so drab and drilling. Even the interview for the job was unlikely, but I was so heroic to deepen 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 liveliness, and he has since created a web web site that it is published on.

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

If you care to read my Journal you will see that my relationship with Jon is rather unlike to that of most employee and employer, but I have easily come to recognize that I have a life that just could not be more square or pleasurable. I love my life history and all the little adventures that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a footling bit of hairsbreadth that grows on my legs, I have no body hairsbreadth below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with small ( ish ), pert bosom that have small aureoles and elephantine nipples. When they're strong Jon says they're like chapel hat pegleg. I have a decent house, flat stomach with a pubic bone that does stick out a bit. In my pussycat lips I have 2 little gold rings that Jon put in me. My clit is very prominent and is usually sticking out between my lips. It's about an in long with a minuscule round fountainhead. Jon sometimes calls it my little pecker. I don't own any bandeau, knickers, pant, leg covering or shorts ; and 90 % of my skirts and dresses 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 shiver from letting other mass see my body.

I hope that's enough to satisfy 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 stop writing my diary 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 Internet looking for musical theme for little adventures or incidents that we could invent to possess some fun. We've found one or two news report that appear to be slightly rewritten transcript of some of the school text in my Journal, and one or two that are very similar to some of the escapade that we've had and that I've written about in my diary. At commencement I was a bit nettled about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that person thought our adventure were good enough to copy. I've started thinking that way as well.

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

Going to Night shoal

If you've read my Journal you will screw that I'm not a very big person ( well, the feature that you can see when I've got some apparel on ) and that my face is quite new looking. Just before Christmas 2000 I'd lost my part-time job as a hairstylist when the edifice that the salon was in enchant fire. Just after Christmas 2000 Jon decided that I would go back to school. At for the first time I was a bit horrified that he wanted me to pass daylight sitting through boring example, but after a span of hour of explanation I started looking forward to it.

Jon took me to a comprehensive examination schoolhouse at the other English of town and I signed-up for Computer Literacy Course. He said that it was time that I learned a bit more about PCs. The next night he took me to a college and into an Art Class. When I saw all the scholarly person sketching a bunch of flowers that was on a desk in the middle of the room I got a short concern and shake up. I tried to assure Jon that I was a hopeless artist, but he wouldn't listen to me.

A span of minutes later the teacher came into the classroom and over to us. Jon asked if he was still looking for a living model. At first-class honours degree I didn't twig but as the instructor looked me up and down I realised that Jon wanted me to personate for the stratum. I got all excited thinking 'wow, legitimate flashing ’. Without even talking to me Jon and the instructor agreed that I'd pose for the class on each Monday evening for the following 4 calendar week.

This is what happened at the classes - well the interesting bits.

Computer Class

I was just starting to put some clothes on to go to my first eve course when Jon told me to get into a blouse and skirt. The blouse he told me to bear was quite baggy and he told me not to fasten the top 3 release. This meant that the in high spirits clit that was fastened was right in the middle of my boobs. 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 chick much so that it only needed me to lean forward a little for there to be a gawp cakehole for him to see in when he stood next to me.

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

When I got there and found the right schoolroom, 4 former people were already sat in front of PCs talking to each early. As I walked in they all smiled at me and 2 said,"Hi."When I took my coating off one of the honest-to-goodness men's eyes opened full 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 field. I sat not too close to the desk so that I had to angle forward a bit. Sat like that also meant that a lot of my thighs would be showing and perhaps a bit of my bald os pubis too, especially as I never cross my legs.

Another 5 or 6 mass came in and then the teacher. He was a bald, middle-aged man, married man ; well he was wearing a marriage anchor ring. After the origination the instructor got us to swop the PCs on and then told us how to run a programme 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 push that he was telling us to click on. After he tried to describe where I should be looking and me saying that I couldn't see it, he finally came over to demo me.

Poor man, he just about stopped dead in his rails when he saw my chick and legs. I saw him blush a footling as he stood beside me and pointed to the button on the filmdom. As he walked back to the figurehead, he turned and looked back to me for a arcsecond before continuing with his lesson.

After about 10 instant I couldn't find another release. This sentence the man didn't bother to report where it was, he came and stood beside me and pointed it out.

This happened another couple of times and then just before the end of the lesson I needed his avail again. This metre 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 eyes were looking straight up my skirt.

The second lesson.

When I arrived the next workweek I was a little tardily and there was only one PC free. That was in the midsection of the front row. I'd just got myself organised when the teacher came in. It wasn't the Saame man. The new man ( prick LBJ ) is about my age and looks a bit of a geek.

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

This teacher tends to go off the topic a bit and rabbit on about things that don't seem relevant to what we're doing. It was during about his third trip into technophobic whatever that I decided to try to institute him back to earth. Up until then I'd been sat with my knees tightly together and been concentrating on the lesson, but I was getting bored hearing to irrelevant gobbledegook so I let my knee part.

tool was walking back and forth across the front of the room and so trench into his niggling story that it took geezerhood for him realise what he was missing. He kept looking down at the floor, but never towards me. Eventually he did await over towards me. He stooped mid prison term, went bright red, and then carried on talking. He stared at my legs, and up my skirt, for a few sec then looked me in the eye. I just smiled at him.

The wretched man just seemed to lose it from that point in the moral. He kept sneaking glance at my legs and pussy, but he looked as if he was a juicy schoolboy doing something that he shouldn't. Even though he went to help early students with problems, he wouldn't come near me. Each sentence I asked him a question he stayed at the forepart and explained in majuscule contingent what I should be doing.

At the end of the lesson he was gone before anyone else. I overheard a couple of the pupil talking as they went out, one was saying that the teacher was cute and shy.

The third gear lesson.

I'd enjoyed my little plot with the ‘ new'teacher the late week and wanted to continue it so I arrived early to make indisputable that I got the same PC. I was a slight storm to chance that not only was the teacher already there, but that he'd put a president in the eye of the front man of the class. I was looking at it when Peter said ‘ good evening ’, and explained that he'd had an accident and hurt a leg. He was going to use the chairperson so that he didn't have as far to walk.

‘ Oh yeah'I thought, but didn't say anything. It could turn out better than planned.

The residue of the students arrived and the course of study got started. Yes, some ( most ) of the men were ogling my radical short skirt and low cut, fall behind top, and some of the women were giving me soil looks ; but I'm used to that. My only when involvement that night were learning a bit more about PCs, and having some fun with the teacher.

peter explained the chair to everyone and was limping about. After about 10 mo 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 genu had been closed up until then, but as soon as I saw him looking they opened. Not a lot at outset, but as he kept looking, my knee kept opening until they were about a foot apart.

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

Someone at the spinal column asked him another doubtfulness and he had to go and show them something. As he got up and walked passed me I couldn't help noticing that not only wasn't he limping, he didn't have a limp dick either, and there was quite a gibbosity in the straw man tight of his blue jean. It looked quite irritating.

By then I'd realised that he had found his sureness and was out to savor himself as much as I was. I was as excited as his bulge told me he was and I could feel my juices seeping out of me. Just flashing him wasn't enough, especially as he was blatantly staring at my pussy and slight gold rings.

I wanted to see how far I could go before he got blockade again. I shuffled my chair right under the desk. If I'd had a longer doll on it would have risen up. As it was my bare backside was on the wooden chair. I let my leftfield hand driblet onto my leg whenever it wasn't needed on the keyboard. Every so often I'd reach down and pull in one of my rings or flick my clit.

The first time I did it shaft did a double take. The second time his mind moved down towards me a bit.

After I finished the usage there was a gap while some of the slower pupil caught up. I used that prison term to ‘ toy'with my clit and anchor ring. I wasn't actually frigging, but close to it.

Peter was mesmerised and missed a dyad of questions. One of the old men had to repeat himself louder, to get peter to photograph out of his trance.

The lesson went on in a standardised way and I was finding it difficult trying to typecast with my right manus whilst playing with my clit with my left over handwriting. It's not the genuine 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 bequeath without actually cumming in straw man of the instructor so when Peter said that there was just one more little affair to do before we all went home, I went for it.

Just after St. Peter had finished telling everyone what he wanted them to do, I came. I shut my eyes, squeezed my mouth lips shut, and went over the edge. Somehow I managed to proceed tranquillise and I don't think that anyone realised what was happening - other than pecker. When I opened my eyes and looked at him his oculus were locked on my pussy.

When I coughed a bit he looked up at my grimace. I smiled and he went bright red.

At the end of the example dick asked me to stop back for a second. 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 outside for me.

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

If anything unlike happens Jon has told me to compose about it.

Art category

calendar week 1

I was very queasy as I drove to the college. Earlier that afternoon I spent old age trying to decide what I should have on. In the end I came to my senses and remembered that no one was interested in what I was wearing going to the class. I put on a simple-minded cotton wool mini attire and shoes.

I was still uneasy as I walked down the corridor to the classroom. It wasn't just nervousness, it was excited nervousness.

When I walked in the classroom everyone stopped talking and looked at me. After a meaning pause the teacher 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 zilch to be flighty about, and asked me if I wanted a cup of coffee.

I told him that I was okay, that coffee made me want to pee and that I didn't want to receive to go right in the centre of the session. He smiled and asked if I was make to get started. I said that I was and asked what I had to do.

The teacher then called for silence and told everyone who I was and started telling them how they had to chalk out me.

While he was doing that I looked round. There were about 20 people in there. Men and cleaning lady of all ages from about 18 to 80. Some of them smiled at me and said hullo while others just kept quiet.

The teacher then told me to go behind the screen in the corner, consider my clothes off, put my robe on and come back. He said that he's put me in the airs that he wanted when I got back. He just said"Oh, okey !"when I told him that I didn't have a robe.

When you've only got a dress and shoes to take off it doesn't take prospicient and I was back within arcsecond. As I walked back I looked around and saw a brace of the men looking at me. One was a young man about 20. He didn't look as if he was only there for the art. His look brought that familiar tingle and moistness to my pussy.

"That was spry"he said and pointed to a big table in the heart of the room. He asked me to climb on and then he told me how to do the affectedness. I had to sit on the table with one leg bent at the knee and the other straight out. He told me to keep my knee nearly together, but I let them drift to about 6 inches apart. One hand was on the table behind me, whilst the former was on my second joint. I had to look up into the top turning point of the elbow room.

Once the instructor was glad with my pose he called all the students over and started telling and showing then which persona of my body he wanted them to concentrate on. One part was my breast. As he said that my nipples went even harder than they already were.

There were 20 masses stood all around me looking down on my naked consistence. Some were stood at my metrical unit and I'm sure that they could see my juices leaking out of my pussy. One woman whispered to another following to her, but she wasn't hush enough. I think that most of the citizenry in there heard her say,"I've never seen a woman with gang down there before."

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

It was hard keeping still all that clock time, but at the same meter I was enjoying it.

After what seemed like an infinity the teacher came to the strawman and told me to take a 10 minute break. I was thankful for that and climbed down off the table. The teacher said that normally the theoretical account put their gown on for the breakout, and offered me his jacket crown. I thanked him and told him that I was all compensate as I was.

Most of the students kept drawing but the Edward Young man came up to me and started chatting. As he was talking his heart were everywhere but my eyes. It was squeamish ( 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 round looking at the unlike lottery of me.

Some were quite good, I even thought about asking what would take place to them after the lesson.

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

Some of the men and a distich of the younger women chatted to me as I walked round. Some were staring at me and I didn't know if it was for the welfare of their drawing or because I was naked in amongst them.

Being naked in amongst those people gave me mixed feelings. The serious creative person did absolutely cipher for me and I felt totally at well-heeled with them. It was similar to being at the naturist swimming and on a naturist beach. The people that I wasn't sure about made me finger a little charge up. The Thomas More that I thought someone was looking at me in a sexual manor house, the more rouse I got.

When I got to lash out to where the Danton True Young man that had been chatting me up was, I was getting really excited. That pussy quiver was very strong and I could really feel my juices flowing. As I walked up to him I saw that familiar spirit bulge in his trousers. He tried chatting me up again, but I just kept asking him silly questions about his lousy endeavor to run me. His resolution sounded just as unintelligent as my questions. If anyone was listening they must have thought we were both aesthetic thickies.

The shift came to an end and the teacher asked me to get back up on the table. As I was walking towards the mesa I decided that I'd better go to the toilet before getting stuck in one place again ( I also wanted to clean up my swampy cunt before starting again ). I told the teacher and asked him where the nearest toilet was. He told me that it was only about 20 yards down the corridor.

I started waking towards the classroom room access when the instructor said,"Hadn't you break put some clothes on ?"To be perfectly dependable, the intellection had crossed my mind but I wanted the chance to walk about the corridor a bit. I was wondering if I might come across and shock someone.

I didn't really give the teacher a opportunity to say any more, I just said,"No, it's O.K., it's only a few thou 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 commode and I was in and out and back in the classroom in no time. I was a bit frustrated that I hadn't seen anyone.

The second half of the lesson went quite quickly and it wasn't long before the teacher was telling me to get down and dressed.

As I came out from behind the changing CRT screen the vernal man was waiting for me and asked me if I'd like to go for a drink with him. Fortunately I didn't get chance to reply him because the teacher interrupted and told him to go home.

He then told me that I'd done well to retain so still for so long and asked if I was okay to fare back the next week. I told him that I'd enjoyed it and would be back.

workweek 2

As I walked into the classroom there were about the Sami number of people who had been there the old week. I did notice an additional couple of youngish people.

The teacher arrived before I had the opportunity to do anything or mouth to anyone, and immediately brought the year to order. He told the stratum that I was going to bewilder in an unusual position that nighttime and that he wanted the students to add a little bit of imaging to their drawing.

I hadn't a cue what he meant by ‘ unusual military position'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 problem are you ?"I was a bit offend and surprised. Whenever he had spoken to me before he'd given me the feeling that he was a perfective gentleman. This rife style took me my surprise.

"rightfield,"he said,"go and get your clothes off while I get the ropes ready."Another surprise I thought, it sounded as if I wasn't going to have a job keeping still that night. I turned towards the changing screen and saw that it wasn't there. It was nowhere in the room. I turned back towards the instructor to tell him and to ask where I should get undressed. He was busybodied opening a bag so after a quick think I though, ‘ what the netherworld'and walked to the side of the way where there were some chairs. I turned to face the course and saw that about half the students were watching me and the former half were watching the teacher lift some circle 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 drumhead. The man was smiling back at me as I undid the little firearm of Velcro that was holding my dame up and dropped it to the floor. I then squatted down with my knees wide of the mark apart as I unfastened my sandals and the walked out of them.

My pussy was starting to prickle and get wet.

When I got back to the teacher he told me that he wanted me to climb on the table and hold my arms out while he tied a rope to each of my wrists. He then threw the rope over sword frame that was holding the cap up and pulled my arms up in the air.

Maybe I need to excuse that the school day was originally built round about the turn of the 19th / twentieth century. It has had quite a identification number of ‘ propagation'added, some quite recently. We were in the old part, a individual story building.

The teacher then told me to spread my legs and asked me if he needed to tie them to anything to stay fresh 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 meter hanging my articulatio radiocarpea, raw and spread-eagle. I looked down at the students and realised that my pussy was at about brain height for most of the students. I got a little wetter as I thought about what some of them might be thinking and knowing that there would be about 20 pairs of eyes staring at my puss for the next hour.

The succeeding 30 or so transactions went in no time. I'd been daydreaming and when the instructor unfastened the ropes I suddenly realised that it had been a prissy castle in the air and that my twat felt really wet. I needed to go to the toilet and clean and jerk myself up a bit.

I told the teacher where I was going and marched out before he had a chance to land up saying that perhaps I should put some clothes on.

There was no one in the corridor or the sewer when I got there. I locked myself in cubicle, had a pee, wiped my pussy dry and was sat there playing with my clit when I heard some girls come in. I brought myself to an coming while I listened to them talking about what they were going to do to their boyfriends later that night.

They stopped talking and stared at me as I opened the stall door and walked to the sink. As I was washing my script one of them asked me where my dress where. I just said,"Art course of study"as if that would explain everything and walked out.

In the corridor a school janitor stopped dead in his tracks and watched me as I walked passed him. Poor bloke, he looked as if he was about to have a nub attack.

Back in the schoolroom I wandered rhythm looking at different views of my spread-eagle bare organic structure. One or two had taken ‘ aesthetic licence'and tie me with extra rope and belts on. One had actually drawn a dildo sticking out of my puss. The detail that some had gone to while drawing my pussy and little gold halo was just amazing.



I didn't get chance to see all the drafting before the instructor called me over to resume the affectedness. 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 wrists and told me to get back on the table.

The end of the lesson came all too soon. The instructor dismissed the class and left me up there while they were all leaving. It was unearthly saying goodbye to them as the walked passed me having one go look at my bare twat.

When they'd all gone the teacher came over to me and asked me if I was okay with the different type of mannerism. 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 ropes out of his bag. He tied my right leg to one leg of the mesa and as he was tying my pass on leg to the other end of the table he told me that he'd arranged for a duet of his mates to come and take some photograph of me.



For some reasonableness I didn't think that any harm could issue forth to me, only beneficial, so I wasn't worried. In fact I was excited. I felt another frisson and surge of juices.

A few minutes later 3 men and 2 cleaning lady came in and started getting photographic camera out. Not a lot was said, but a lot of photographs were taken. One of the cleaning woman got a big dildo out of her bag and smiled at me as she pushed it into my pussy before more photographs 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 teacher came and stood beside me and started playing with my kitty-cat. I suddenly realised how vulnerable I was and obviously looked affright because the teacher said,"Relax honey, we're not going to fuck you, if we did you wouldn't be back adjacent week."

The six of them took it in turns to induce me cum either with their hands or their mouths whilst the others kept taking more photographs. 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 flip-flop the lights off and interlace 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 sorry, I'm not."

I didn't Tell Jon about the photographers.

week 3

driving to the schooling I was wondering what was in store for me. I'd put just a lose fitting cotton mini garb and shoes on, and as I walked into the schooltime the breaking wind was blowing it everywhere.

I was a bit late, and by the time I got to the classroom everyone was there waiting for me. The instructor came up to me and said that he was getting a bit worried that I might not be there. He then told everyone that I was going to pose in a very subservient pose and that he wanted them to outline me exactly as they saw me, no special number. Concentrate on what they could actually see.

He then told me to get ungarmented and onto the table. Again the changing screen was missing so I just whipped my dress straight up over my heading, kicked my brake shoe off and climbed onto the table. The teacher then told me how he wanted me to pose. What he described was the situation that I have to get into when Jon tells me to ‘ acquire the location ’. On my knees with them extensive apart. I then have to tend back as far as I can and support my body with my men on the floor. I've lost could of the number of times that I've been in this lieu, and for how tenacious. If you add it all up it must be days, so another hour wasn't going to draw much dispute. The difference of opinion this time was that there would be 20 odd pairs of eyes looking at me and my facing pages pussy.

Again the meter went very quickly as recalled the previous night's academic term on the shag machine at home. Jon had left me on the political machine until I'd nearly passed out, then he'd fucked me until I came for the sixth sentence. I was still a bit sore.

At the break of serve I needed the gutter again ; I needed to pee and cum. The teacher didn't annoyance to say anything as I walked out of the classroom still naked. I didn't see anyone again and relieved both aches in ataraxis and quiet.

However, as I went back onto the corridor there was a chemical group of teenager walking towards me. They were all dressed in fun cogwheel and looked as if they'd just escaped from the gym.

They saw me just as quickly as I saw them. I had a break up second to decide to either jump back into the lady friend's toilet or keep going. You've guessed it, I kept going.

The teen ( boys and girl ) were all about 18 and they came out with all the comments that you'd expect in a situation like that. I was in the middle of the corridor and expecting them to break off ranks and let me through the heart of them. I was expecting ( and hoping for ) a few groping hands, but I wasn't expecting them to kibosh and stop the corridor.

They surrounded me and didn't move when I asked them to. Whilst some of them were feeling my titmouse and kitty, one of them asked me why I was naked. I told them that I was the model in the Art form. Another said that I shouldn't walk round the school without clothes on because anything could hap to me. When another said that they should learn me a lesson I started to get a niggling worried. They bundled me back into the girl's toilets and discussed what they should do with me. Thankfully, when one of the blighter suggested that all the gent should ‘ make out the ass off me'the others didn't agree.

In the end they agreed that since I was a nude painting modeling I should be made to nude model for a lot more people.

With one lad holding either of my sleeve they ran me all round the school corridors and outside through the car Mungo Park onto the main road, back into the schoolhouse grounds and onto the sports field. Most of the chemical group were following us.

I suppose that the gent thought that I was running so easily because they were holding my arms. In reality I was loving it. It was an alibi to be naked in public and to shock a few people. I knew that if we were caught I could get away with it by saying that the fella 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 match of classes that were ending. I've no estimate what they were, but all the masses were adults and we got a few comments from some of them. There were a few people in the car park and a lot more on the main road. I heard a mates of tyre screeches as on or two motorists got distracted.

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

I stood there for a minute or so getting my breathing space back the worked out the best way to get back to the Art class. We'd gone in a big R-2 and the Art classroom wasn't that far away. I only had a duet of schoolroom windows to pass before could get back into the edifice and then down a short bit of corridor and I'd be there.

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

When I got back the instructor asked me if I was all right hand, he though that I might be ill or something. He didn't ask me about the turn of wet grass on my feet.

Anyway, it was back into the position and try to loosen up. About half way through the session I looked round the way a bit and saw that the young man who'd tried to shoot the breeze me up was trying to attract my attending. He was at the rear of the room and it was dubitable that any of the other educatee could see him unless they turned rung. Out eyes met for a 2nd and instead of him getting on with his sketch he rubbed the front end of his trousers and pretended to wank himself.

At the end of the lesson the teacher asked me to stay as I was while he dismissed the course. When they'd all gone he came and stood at the table at my knees end. In effect, right field between my legs. He looked me up and down then said,"No photographers tonight, but I just wanted to secern you that you will really relish next week's class. You'll go plate shattered."When I told him that I was looking forward to it he turned, picked up his udder and walked out saying,"honorable, see you succeeding week then."

I put my attire and shoes on and went nursing home. When I told Jon about the group of teenagers he just laughed and told me to be careful.

Week 4

I was a bit recent getting to the stratum and everyone was waiting for me. As soon as I walked in the teacher told everyone that he wanted them to try to conquer the humor that I would soon be in. One of the women asked him what mood I would be in. His reply was just two words,"Sexual excitement."When he said that I turned and looked at him and I heard one of the young men say,"Nice one teach."

I didn't bother looking for the changing screen and just whipped my frock up and off. I didn't know what to expect other than that I was going to be sexually excited in front of 20 plus people. I was wondering how, looking forward to it and getting a bit mute. My nipples were already rock hard.

When I got up onto the table the teacher tied my wrists to the roof beams the like way he'd done the indorse time I'd posed. This meter he'd got me to stand on a few ledger and when my articulatio radiocarpea were secured he removed the Christian Bible leaving me dangling there. After he'd done that he told me to open my branch wide and he tied my articulatio talocruralis to the peg of the mesa. I was tied spread-eagle in mid air, and with no way to move.

At that full stop I didn't know if my Department of State of sexual excitement was enough for what the teacher wanted. It wasn't really seeable - apart from my slightly wet pussy and heavy nipples ; and being restrained like that for the side by side hour wasn't going to tire me out.

What happened next had me puzzled to start off with. The instructor got a small board 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 geezerhood, a metronome that he must have 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 pussy was getting a very rhythmic tickle.

As I started to understand what was going to pass to me I heard the teacher tell the pupil to concentrate on drawing my organic structure first. He told them that it would take a while for my face to get the reflection that he wanted them to capture.

It didn't take long. Within a duet of minutes my mammilla were so hard that I thought they were going to burst and my twat was really coming alive. I could feel my succus leaking out of me. Five bit later I was very close to cumming. I guess that the teacher could tell that because he said,"Try and have it Vanessa, the students need more prison term to get your expression down on paper."

Well I tried, it wasn't as if I could punt away, or close my leg. I tried to concentrate on anything but the inevitable. I looked round the elbow room at the faces of the students. I tried to focus on the faces that were getting on with their sketching and looked unmindful to the situation. Every time I stared at one of those people I'd see a movement out of the recession of my eye that would cark me. Only about 60 % of the student 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 hired hand was sliding up and down her body. I had to look at someone else because I was sure enough she was about to grab one of her teat or rub her pussy.

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

The inevitable happened and I started to cum. My head was rolling from position to side and I could take heed 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 shaft inside me but all I was getting was that damned feather.

No sooner than my first orgasm started to sink than I could sense a sec start. I tried to fight it but I didn't stand a chance. It hit me harder than the first base. Right in the middle of it I looked round the room and saw that one middle-aged fair sex was looking all hot and bothered. I wondered what state her knickers ( if she was wearing any ) were in.

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

I slowly started to cool down a bit and became very aware of the state of my kitty and leg. I could feel my pussy gaping open and my succus running down my legs. Even my infantry felt wet although that may cause been sweat.

During the break a few of the students came and had a faithful look at me. As I looked down on them I could see a mixture of stake and lust on their faces. I could see what looked care painful bulges in the pant of nearly of the men. One of the untested men was stood in front of me for age. Never once did his center look up and see mine. He was the terminal to go back to his easel and just before he left I could hear him muttering,"What I could do with that."It wasn't his prick that I wanted inside me, it was Jon's.

After a while the teacher came and put a new feathering in the metronome and started it going again. My soundbox jumped as the feather touched my pussy the first clock time. Before he told the bookman to get on with their sketching, the teacher looked up and asked me if I was all rectify to continue. I looked down at him and said,"Yes please."

It didn't take long for that familiar feeling in my lower belly and pussy to bulge out again and within 4 or 5 minutes I was cumming again and again and again. I must have had half a dozen orgasms before I finally passed out.

When I came troll I first felt the effort that I was covered in. Straight after that it was the feather. I had another climax before I heard the instructor say,"OK, that's enough."

I was just hanging there for eld before the teacher weightlifter my peg onto the Christian Bible and then untied me. As he untied my last wrist I started to collapse and he had to put his arm round me to terminate me from falling. To be fairish to the teacher he aimed at putting his arm troll my waist. Because I was covered in sweat I kept slipping down and he only managed to restrain me from falling when his arm had slipped up to my armpit. By that meter his had was holding my exit chest. He held me like that until I was standing on the dry land. He lowered me onto a chair and said,"You stay there while the students coating off."

I was knackered ; it took me about 5 minutes to feel capable to stand up. When I did I slowly walked round the room. I wanted to see the resume. Some were quite good, some not. A couple of them were quite interesting. They showed little drop-off of liquid in mid air below my cunt. 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 survey while I just sat there trying to find some free energy. Eventually the instructor got up and thanked me for posing for the course of instruction. He said something about there not being many chance for artist to enamour confessedly human emotions. All I could conceive 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 delight. It's one affair letting people see me bare, but it's something else letting them see me having multiple orgasms. It was a real number turn-on.

The teacher then said that he really had to shut up the elbow room and leave. I told him that I'd go and have a shower before going home plate. All that sweating had left me feeling quite dirty. I picked-up my dress and brake shoe and wandered out into the corridor. There was no one out there, it was getting late and I guess that nigh people had gone home.

Just down the corridor are the young woman's toilets. Through a door at the rachis are the missy's changing rooms and exhibitioner. I dropped my apparel and shoes in the corner and went into the showers. It felt good. I stayed soaking for historic period and not thinking about anything other than the pleasure that I'd just had. The next thing that I knew was that there was a man staring at me. I saw him out of the quoin of my eye. He didn't say anything, and I didn't react to his presence. I just kept soaking up the fond water supply.

After a few seconds with neither of us doing anything, the presence of a man watching me naked in the shower started to get me going again. I felt my nipple get hard and my pussy aching. That ache had to be relieved so my right paw slowly worked its way down to my button. As my right deal got meddlesome I still pretended that I hadn't seen him. It didn't take long for me to cum again, but as I did my head went up and I could no longer pretend that I hadn't seen him.

He realised that I was looking at him and he went bright red and started to tell me that he was the caretaker. He'd heard the water running and come to investigate. He said that he thought that everyone had gone nursing home and that someone had left a 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 place. I didn't make any attempt 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 cabinet in the changing elbow room. I asked him if he could see for me and I followed him out into the changing room.

He must give looked in just about all the storage locker before turning towards me and saying,"Nothing, but I've got one in my workshop, I'll go and get it."He turned and walked out.

I couldn't see lots point in hanging around waiting so I picked up my dress and shoe and followed him. It was only when he had to open up a room access that he realised that I was behind him. He started telling me that I shouldn't be walking around the shoal naked but I interrupted him and told him I didn't think that it would matter as we were the merely 1 there. He didn't say anything and kept walking.

We got to an out-of-door door 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 somebody might see me outside. I just said that I didn't mind and kept following him.

Fortunately, or unfortunately, there was no one around and we walked across a one thousand and into a little shop. 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 hair ) and I just rubbed my hair's-breadth. As I was doing this I could see the caretaker staring at me. I took my prison term so that he could have a ripe looking at. Eventually I stopped, gave him the towel back and thanked him.

We both stood there staring at each early for what seemed like an timeless existence, but was probably only a few seconds. In the end I broke the silence and said,"The kids don't come in here then."He just said,"What ?"I pointed to the calendar on the wall. It has a big photo of a bare charwoman with her leg give a bit. I could just see the sheep pen of her hairy pussy sassing.

"Yes, err No"he said. The man was obviously nervous about being alone with a naked char so I said,"Sorry, but I don't come upto her standards."That seemed to take root him a bit because he said,"You're more beautiful than her, I don't really the like big nipple, and you shave down there. Besides, you're here in the frame, 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 latterly and Jon would be wondering where I was, but I said,"Okay, but just for a few minutes, my husband will be waiting for me."With that he was off saying,"cover in two minutes."

While he was gone I had a tone round. In one haul I found some old Fiesta cartridge clip. I remembered Jon telling me about some of the letters that he'd read in them.

The caretaker came back out of breath ; he said that he thought I might have gone or that he'd find that he was dreaming and that I wasn't very. I smiled at him and said,"I'm real all right. Now how do you want me to pose ?"I was a bit surprised when he said,"With your legs encompassing open."

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

Eventually he ran out of film and thanked me. I told him that it had been my pleasure but I really had to go. As I was putting my shoes 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 manakin. I have other experiences that Jon has told me to document. I'm sure that Jon will get me to publish all of them on my web pages, as and when he's record them and is happy with them.

honey

Vanessa