Introduction

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 oil production existence in a slight town in North weal and went to work as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East Midlands of England. It was a brave decision to make 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 know what I was letting myself in for, but I really did need to do something because my life was so olive drab and boring. Even the consultation for the job was incredible, but I was so desperate to change my lifetime 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 publish a daybook of my new life-time, and he has since created a web site that it is published on.

If you care to read my journal you will get wind that my relationship with Jon is rather different to that of almost employee and employer, but I have easily come to agnize that I have a life that just could not be more satisfying or enjoyable. I love my life and all the piffling adventures that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a lilliputian bit of hair that grows on my wooden leg, I have no body pilus below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with small ( ish ), pert breasts that have small nimbus and giant nipples. When they're gruelling Jon says they're like chapel hat pegs. I have a Nice firm, flat abdomen with a pubic bone that does stick out a bit. In my cunt lip I have 2 little gold mob that Jon put in me. My clit is very spectacular and is usually sticking out between my lips. It's about an inch long with a fiddling round fountainhead. Jon sometimes calls it my little dick. I don't own any bra, knickers, pant, leging or boxershorts ; and 90 % of my skirts and apparel can be described as mini or micro. I used to be a very shy little girl, but I've now gone completely the other way, and get a great quiver from letting former people see my body.

I hope that's enough to live up to the the great unwashed who asked. If it isn't, perhaps they would like 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 interesting experiences that we have had since then.

Both Jon and I have been scouring the net looking for ideas for small risky venture or incidents that we could invent to have some fun. We've found one or two chronicle that appear to be slightly rewritten written matter of some of the text 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 Journal. At outset I was a bit nettled about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that someone thought our adventures were skilful enough to replicate. I've started thinking that way as well.

Temping

I left my hairdressing job a patch back. The management were getting a bit fed-up with me taking so often time off, so I quit.

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

The starting time was a firm of canvasser. It was only small with 3 qualified solicitor and a couple of Secretaries. One of these was off brainsick and they needed someone for a pair of weeks to look after visitors and do the filing. The firm was founded by the old man Solicitor and the other 2 solicitor are fair sex in their mid-thirties, both well over weighting.

The delegacy told me that I would have to prune smartly so the weekend before I started I made a twosome of skirts that are to mid-thigh - long for me. Jon made sure that they had slits up the back and front end. I wore them with rather modest baggy blouses that tucked into the bird.

When I got there I found that the business office is up some stairs right in the midsection 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 girl that was off sick usually wore trousers and pointed to the front of the desk. No modesty panel. I told her that I didn't have any desirable pant, which is almost admittedly - 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 about of the first couple of days getting used to the telephony system before I managed to relax and start to have some fun.

Each time I heard the door at the bottom of the stairs 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 knee part and watch their eyes to see if they looked. If it was a hunky man and he looked, I'd let my knees be adrift even further apart.

After I'd phoned whoever to assure them that their visitant was there, I'd ask the visitor to sit in the waiting surface area that was in front end of my desk, but to a slender angle. It's amazing how the men would always sit on the seat that had the best opinion up my skirt. 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 certain that I always had some document that needed to be filed in the bottom cabinet.

My duty took me into the old man canvasser's government agency quite a bit. When I handed him documents to bless I made certainly that I bent forward so that he could look down the top of my blouse.

His role is one of these ‘ old humanity'places with bookcases all up the walls with a piffling step ladder to get up to them. After a couple of sidereal day he started asking me to get the books that he wanted that were high-pitched 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 week he was either a lot jr., or about to snuff if with over-excitement.

The two female solicitor were miserable things. I'm sure that they realised what was going on, but they never said anything, just gave me lots of work to do. The other secretarial assistant always wore long skirts or pant and never seemed to want to get into conversation. I caught her staring at me a mates of time, and it was a effective job that her desk faced away from the visitor's waiting area.

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 on me on longer.



The indorsement interesting Temp job that I did was a week in cafeteria in a big workshop. It wasn't the job that was interesting ( it was turd ), 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 recount me that I had to wear my remote controlled egg every day.

The first-class honours degree morning went quite quickly, but at lunchtime, just as I was in the middle of serving an old noblewoman, the egg got switched on. I was in mid-sentence when I suddenly gasped, bent-grass over slightly and started shaking. After a few seconds I managed to compose myself enough to look round for Jon. As I was looking the little old peeress asked me if I was alright.

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

About 15 minutes later the pace of the vibrations increased and I still couldn't see Jon. Then it got higher. I was in grave danger on cumming while serving a customer. I was starting to sweat and kept pulling a facial expression and stifling a thigh-slapper.

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

After about an minute the egg got turned down to low and stayed like that for the residue of the afternoon. Twice during that fourth dimension I had to go to the potty to dry myself.

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

The last day started the same, but half way through the lunch period, just as I was building up to my s orgasm, the egg went on to entire. I had a really difficult clip trying to concentrate and to look normal. I haven't a hint what the customers must feature thought. I know that some of the staff thought I was ill.

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

The egg stayed on full for about another 60 minutes, it was suffering and great all at the same time. In the end, I looked up at the following customer and Jon smiled and asked me for a boil egg sandwich. Then he asked me if I was all right, as I looked all flustered. He left the egg on to the full until he'd finished his lunch and left.

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

making love,

Vanessa