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Hi, my name 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 boring existence in a small town in North strake and went to operate as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East Midland of England. It was a gay decision to induce 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 lie with what I was letting myself in for, but I really did need to do something because my life sentence was so drab and drilling. Even the interview for the job was unbelievable, but I was so do-or-die 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 compose a daybook of my new living, and he has since created a web site that it is published on.

If you care to read my Journal you will attain that my human relationship with Jon is rather different to that of almost employee and employer, but I have easily come to understand that I have a biography that just could not be more substantial or pleasurable. I love my life and all the piddling risky venture that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a niggling bit of hair that grows on my legs, I have no torso hair below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with small ( ish ), saucy bosom that have pocket-size nimbus and monster nipple. When they're operose Jon says they're like chapel hat nog. I have a skillful house, flat stomach with a pubic osseous tissue that does get out a bit. In my kitty backtalk I have 2 little Au mob that Jon put in me. My clit is very prominent and is usually sticking out between my lips. It's about an column inch long with a little flesh out head. Jon sometimes calls it my little cock. I don't own any bras, knickers, trousers, leggings or short pants ; and 90 % of my skirts and clothes 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 former people see my body.

I hope that's enough to satisfy the multitude who asked. If it isn't, perhaps they would care to e-mail 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 interesting experiences that we have had since then.

Both Jon and I have been scouring the net looking for melodic theme for little risky venture or incidents that we could fabricate to have some fun. We've found one or two stories that appear to be slightly rewritten copies of some of the text edition in my Journal, and one or two that are very like to some of the adventures that we've had and that I've written about in my diary. At foremost I was a bit vexed about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that mortal thought our adventures were good enough to copy. I've started thinking that way as well.

The lost Bet

One Sunday terminal summer Jon was watching a F1 chiliad Prix. Trying to usher some interest I asked Jon who was winning. His reply didn't make often sense to me, but just for a bit of a gag 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 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 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 society, but I've no thought where. We 3 girl were to provide waitress service for the crapulence whilst a comic did his display. We were the only women there. The comedian was substantial earthy and rather disgusting really. Quite funny as well. Oh, we had to wear just ultra-short skirts and shoes - zero else.

I'm sure that Vicky and Bridie got groped as often as I did ; by the clock time 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 slope of the stage. Jon was waiting for me and he gave me a schoolgirl's uniform ( finish with bra and horrifying schoolgirl pants ) to put on, and then a pack of fag 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 canary yellow a few old age ago.

Jon put on one of those teacher'flat hat thing and a nightie, and we went out. On the stage Jon pretended to be the teacher who had stopped a fille 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 circle of my chick as I did so. Next it was the bra, then the skirt. Finally it was the United States Navy blue air knickers. 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 back end facing the consultation. Jon gave me 5 shot in quick succession. As always, after each one I thanked him.

I then had to spread my legs as all-embracing as I could, giving the audience an even bettor view of my dripping kitty. As I did so I saw Vicky and Bridie through my open air branch, each of them was sitting on a man's knee with the man 's hand on their bald pussies.

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

I came during the next and last 5. I needed to put one hired man down on the trading floor to stop myself falling over. I was still shaking when Jon told me to stand up and confront the hearing. As I calmed down I could get a line all sorting of input from the crowd.

Next Jon asked if it was anyone's birthday. When he got no answer he asked if it was a stag night. The wholly bunch 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 Dino Paul Crocetti, he was so stymy, even though he was a bit drunk.

Jon then asked the interview if Dino Paul Crocetti should help to punish the naughty schoolgirl. suppose what everyone said ?

I then had to bend over again while Mary Martin first stuck a couple of fingers in my pussy, and then hit my backside with the cane. He wasn't very expert 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 news bulletin, and got his clothes off, even though he was struggling a bit. He had a trucking rig 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 Saint Bridget played with and sucked Martin's dick, Jon told me to hunker down on martin face.

Poor Martin, he was in Heaven and hell. After a duo of minutes, Jon got a safe out of his pouch 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 commencement clock time that Jon has told me to fuck another man. I was a bit surprised at first, and as I was standing up I looked at Jon who gave a small 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 hard as I could and then lay back. As his gumshoe went soft I could feel it sliding out of me.

When martin finally flopped ripe out, Jon told me to get Martin's clothes, 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 appearance would own 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 way, and if anyone wanted to put me over their knee and spank me, they could, but for no retentive than 20 indorsement each. He asked everyone to play fairly so that everyone who wanted to could have a go.

I looked unit of ammunition and there must have been 50 or 60 men in there. I was a bit scare away, but I knew that Jon would make sure as shooting 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 adjacent 30 or 40 minutes my backside got violent and crimson and more sore. My pussy got more and sorer as it got finger fucked by about 50 young men. My nipples got twisted, pulled and pinched until they were very tender. I even got a span of finger's breadth pushed into my backside.

After about the 15th knee it all got to be a bit of a sexual in high spirits haze. I came 2 or 3 time and the men had to lift me from genu to knee. I remember slipping out of the hands and falling onto the level once. It wasn't the men's error ; I was covered in exertion and pussy succus.

To be middling to the men, not one of them tried to fill 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 curb 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 exhibitor. The four of us in the big rain 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 urine soothing my terrible backside.

I was just starting to feel something like convention when Martin came in with a tray of drinks. Jon invited him to get together 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 forfeiture. I think I will bear to have a few more bet with Jon.

Love,

V