introduction

Hi, my name is genus Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound fig with blondish hair. In 1998 I quit my deadening existence in a niggling town in Union Wales and went to knead as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East Midland of England. It was a weather decision to micturate as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advert in a BDSM magazine 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 take to do something because my lifetime was so drab and oil production. Even the interview for the job was incredible, but I was so desperate to convert 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 save a Journal of my new animation, and he has since created a web site that it is published on.

If you care to interpret my Journal you will let on that my human relationship with Jon is rather different to that of most employee and employer, but I have easily come to realise that I have a animation that just could not be more satisfying or pleasurable. I love my life and all the little adventure that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a piddling bit of whisker that grows on my legs, I have no consistence hair below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with minor ( ish ), pert knocker that have small aureole and colossus mammilla. When they're hard Jon says they're like chapel service hat rowlock. I have a nice firm, flat tummy with a pubic bone that does stick out a bit. In my puss lips I have 2 little amber ringing 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 rotund school principal. Jon sometimes calls it my petty dick. I don't own any bra, bloomers, trousers, leggings or boxers ; 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 other way, and get a great thrill from letting early people see my body.

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

Both Jon and I have been scouring the cyberspace looking for thought for footling 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 transcript of some of the schoolbook in my diary, and one or two that are very similar to some of the adventures that we've had and that I've written about in my diary. At offset I was a bit annoyed about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that someone thought our adventure were skilful enough to imitate. 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 practically sentence 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 authority. I didn't do many jobs for them before quitting, but there were a couplet that are Worth telling you about.

The 1st was a firm of solicitor. It was only small with 3 qualified Solicitors and a couple of repository. One of these was off sick and they needed someone for a duet of weeks to look after visitors and do the filing. The firm was founded by the old man Solicitor and the early 2 Solicitors are char in their thirties, both well over weight.

The Agency told me that I would throw to apparel smartly so the weekend before I started I made a couple of bird that are to mid-thigh - long for me. Jon made sure that they had twat up the back and battlefront. I wore them with rather pocket-sized baggy blouses that tucked into the skirts.

When I got there I found that the office is up some stair right in the middle of township, and the receptionist's desk is right at the top of the stairs. After I'd been introduced to everyone the Secretary showed me to my desk and told me that the girlfriend that was off chuck usually wore trouser and pointed to the front of the desk. No modestness control board. I told her that I didn't have any suitable trouser, which is almost dead on target - I don't have any pant. 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 beginning couple of days getting used to the telephone system before I managed to relax and start to throw some fun.

Each time I heard the threshold at the tail end of the stairs open I'd get back to my desk and mouse a looking at 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 genu drift even further apart.

After I'd phoned whoever to tell them that their visitor was there, I'd ask the visitors to sit in the waiting country that was in front of my desk, but to a slight Angle. It's baffle how the men would always sit on the posterior that had the outdo scene up my doll. I made sure that some of them really go distracted from their business there.

There are some filing cabinet just near the visitor seats and I made for sure that I always had some documents that needed to be filed in the nates cabinet.

My duties took me into the old man canvasser's role quite a bit. When I handed him document to sign I made sure that I bent forward so that he could look down the top of my blouse.

His office is one of these ‘ old humanity'places with bookcases all up the walls with a fiddling step ladder to get up to them. After a span of twenty-four hours he started asking me to get the book 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 hebdomad he was either a lot immature, or about to snuff if with over-excitement.

The two female solicitor were pathetic things. I'm sure that they realised what was going on, but they never said anything, just gave me lots of workplace to do. The other Secretary always wore yearn skirt or trousers and never seemed to want to get into conversation. I caught her staring at me a span of times, and it was a safe job that her desk faced away from the visitor's waiting area.

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



The moment interesting Temp job that I did was a week 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 poor while after I told Jon what I was going to do he recount me that I had to wear my remote controlled egg every day.

The commencement dawning went quite quickly, but at lunchtime, just as I was in the eye of serving an old madam, the egg got switched on. I was in mid-sentence when I suddenly gasped, set over slightly and started shaking. After a few seconds I managed to draw up myself adequate to bet round for Jon. As I was looking the little old dame asked me if I was alright.

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

About 15 transactions later the pace of the quiver 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 perspire and proceed pulling a grimace and stifling a shriek.

As I came the first sentence, one of the former lady friend asked me if I was okay. What could I say,"Yes thank you, I'm just in the midsection of having an orgasm, and I'll be back to pattern in a moment !"

After about an minute the egg got turned down to low and stayed like that for the rest of the afternoon. Twice during that clip I had to go to the toilet to dry myself.

The Lapp thing happened for the succeeding 3 days. I never saw Jon once, and he denied being there when I asked him about it on an eventide.

The hold out day started the Saame, but half way through the lunchtime, just as I was building up to my second orgasm, the egg went on to replete. I had a really difficult meter trying to condense and to calculate normal. I haven't a cue what the customers must have thought. I know that some of the staff thought I was ill.

There was one young lady who I think suspected what was going on, each fourth dimension our eyes met she smiled at me with that knowing looking.

The egg stayed on wide-cut for about another hour, it was agony and smashing all at the same time. In the end, I looked up at the next customer and Jon smiled and asked me for a boiled egg sandwich. Then he asked me if I was all right, as I looked all flustered. He left the egg on full-of-the-moon until he'd finished his luncheon and left.

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

Love,

Vanessa