foundation

Hi, my name is Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound figure with blondish hair's-breadth. In 1998 I quit my dull existence in a little Ithiel Town in North Wales and went to process as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East Midlands of England. It was a unfearing determination to make as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advert in a BDSM magazine publisher that someone had left in the hairdressers where I worked. I didn't really sleep together what I was letting myself in for, but I really did take to do something because my life was so olive-drab and oil production. Even the interview for the job was unbelievable, but I was so desperate 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 pen a daybook of my new life, and he has since created a web site that it is published on.

If you care to read my Journal you will chance on that my family relationship with Jon is rather different to that of almost employee and employer, but I have easily come to realise that I have a living that just could not be more satisfying or enjoyable. I love my life and all the little adventures that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a piddling bit of hair that grows on my pegleg, I have no dead body hair below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with small ( ish ), impertinent breasts that have small aureole and colossus teat. When they're hard Jon says they're like chapel service hat thole. I have a skillful house, flat stomach with a pubic pearl that does vex out a bit. In my twat lips I have 2 little gold rings that Jon put in me. My clit is very prominent and is usually sticking out between my sassing. It's about an in long with a petty round headland. Jon sometimes calls it my niggling tool. I don't own any bandeau, knickers, trousers, leggings or boxers ; and 90 % of my skirts and dresses can be described as miniskirt or micro. I used to be a very shy girl, but I've now gone completely the early way, and get a great bang from letting other hoi polloi see my body.

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

Jon told me to block off writing my diary 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 cyberspace looking for ideas for little dangerous undertaking or incidents that we could manufacture to give some fun. We've found one or two stories that appear to be slightly rewritten copies of some of the text in my diary, 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 Journal. At beginning I was a bit nettled about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that someone thought our risky venture were good enough to copy. 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 much time off, so I quit.

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

The outset was a firm of canvasser. It was only low with 3 modify canvasser and a couple of secretaire. One of these was off unhinged and they needed person for a brace of calendar week to look after visitors and do the filing. The firm was founded by the old man solicitor and the former 2 solicitor are women in their mid-thirties, both well over exercising weight.

The Agency told me that I would have to dress smartly so the weekend before I started I made a couple of doll that are to mid-thigh - long for me. Jon made indisputable that they had prick up the back and front. I wore them with rather modest baggy blouses that tucked into the wench.

When I got there I found that the office is up some steps right in the center of townsfolk, and the receptionist's desk is correct at the top of the steps. After I'd been introduced to everyone the repository showed me to my desk and told me that the girl that was off queasy usually wore trouser and pointed to the front of the desk. No modestness board. I told her that I didn't have any suitable trousers, which is almost true - 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 yoke of solar day getting used to the telephone set arrangement before I managed to relax and set forth to have some fun.

Each meter I heard the door at the posterior of the stair 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 stifle part and watch their oculus 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 surface area that was in front of my desk, but to a slight Angle. It's amazing how the men would always sit on the bum that had the dependable view up my doll. I made sure that some of them really go distracted from their business there.

There are some filing cabinets just near the visitor hindquarters and I made certain that I always had some documents that needed to be filed in the bottom cabinet.

My tariff took me into the old man Solicitor's situation quite a bit. When I handed him text file to sign I made sure that I bent forward so that he could appear down the top of my blouse.

His office is one of these ‘ old world'places with bookcases all up the walls with a little step ladder to get up to them. After a mates of daytime he started asking me to get the account book that he wanted that were high up up. I smiled the first clip that he asked me as I knew exactly why he asked me ; and I wasn't going to disappoint him. By the end of the two workweek he was either a lot unseasoned, or about to snuff if with over-excitement.

The two female person Solicitors were miserable affair. I'm sure that they realised what was going on, but they never said anything, just gave me good deal of work to do. The other Secretary always wore long bird or trouser and never seemed to want to get into conversation. I caught her staring at me a couple of times, and it was a good job that her desk faced away from the visitor's waiting field.

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



The second worry temporary 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 unawares while after I told Jon what I was going to do he tell me that I had to wear my remote controlled egg every day.

The number 1 break of day went quite quickly, but at lunchtime, 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 second I managed to compose myself decent to take care troll for Jon. As I was looking the little old gentlewoman asked me if I was alright.

The egg was on low so I managed to persist in serving customer while I looked round for Jon. I couldn't see him anywhere.

About 15 bit later the gait of the oscillation 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 sweat and kept pulling a face and stifling a scream.

As I came the first prison term, one of the former girls asked me if I was okay. What could I say,"Yes thank you, I'm just in the center of having an orgasm, and I'll be back to formula in a minute !"

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

The same affair happened for the next 3 days. I never saw Jon once, and he denied being there when I asked him about it on an evening.

The last day started the Saame, but half way through the lunchtime, just as I was building up to my bit sexual climax, the egg went on to full. I had a really hard time trying to centralise and to look normal. I haven't a clue what the customers must birth 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 clip our eyes met she smiled at me with that knowing smell.

The egg stayed on wax for about another hour, it was agony and great all at the same sentence. In the end, I looked up at the future client 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 until he'd finished his lunch and leftfield.

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

Love,

genus Vanessa