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Hi, my name is Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound physical body with blondish tomentum. In 1998 I quit my boring beingness in a lilliputian townspeople in compass north wheal and went to work as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East Midland of England. It was a weather decision to make as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advert in a BDSM magazine that individual had left in the hairdressers where I worked. I didn't really know what I was letting myself in for, but I really did postulate to do something because my life was so drab and oil production. Even the interview for the job was unbelievable, but I was so do-or-die to change my biography 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 spell a diary of my new life, and he has since created a web site that it is published on.

If you care to record my journal you will notice that my relationship with Jon is rather unlike to that of most employee and employer, but I have easily come to agnize that I have a lifespan that just could not be more satisfying or pleasurable. I love my lifetime and all the picayune adventures that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a short bit of hair that grows on my legs, I have no trunk tomentum below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with small ( ish ), pert breasts that have low aureoles and monster nipples. When they're severe Jon says they're like chapel hat pegs. I have a squeamish firm, categoric stomach with a pubic bone that does cleave out a bit. In my pussy lips I have 2 little gold rings that Jon put in me. My clit is very salient and is usually sticking out between my lips. It's about an column inch long with a little cycle head. Jon sometimes calls it my little putz. I don't own any bra, 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 other people 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 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 Internet looking for ideas for little adventures or incidents that we could construct to induce some fun. We've found one or two account that appear to be slightly rewritten copies of some of the schoolbook in my Journal, 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 first I was a bit annoyed about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that someone thought our adventures were full enough to imitate. I've started thinking that way as well.

Temping

I left my hairdressing job a while back. The direction were getting a bit fed-up with me taking so practically time 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 Agency. I didn't do many business for them before quitting, but there were a duo that are Worth telling you about.

The first was a firm of canvasser. It was only modest with 3 characterize Solicitors and a couple of Secretaries. One of these was off vomit up and they needed person for a couple of weeks to wait after visitor and do the filing. The firm was founded by the old man solicitor and the other 2 Solicitors are women in their thirties, both well over free weight.

The representation told me that I would have to plume smartly so the weekend before I started I made a couple of wench that are to mid-thigh - long for me. Jon made sure that they had pussy up the back and battlefront. I wore them with rather pocket-sized baggy blouses that tucked into the skirt.

When I got there I found that the office is up some steps right in the heart of town, and the receptionist's desk is decently at the top of the stairs. After I'd been introduced to everyone the repository showed me to my desk and told me that the female child that was off wan usually wore trousers and pointed to the battlefront of the desk. No modesty gameboard. I told her that I didn't have any suitable trouser, which is almost dependable - 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 virtually of the first of all couple of daytime getting used to the telephone organisation before I managed to unwind and start to suffer some fun.

Each prison term I heard the room access at the bottom of the stairs open I'd get back to my desk and swipe a facial expression to see who it was. If it were a man I'd let my knees share and watch their eyes to see if they looked. If it was a hunky man and he looked, I'd let my knee joint roll even further apart.

After I'd phoned whoever to recite them that their visitor was there, I'd ask the visitant to sit in the waiting area that was in social movement of my desk, but to a slight angle. It's astonishing how the men would always sit on the prat that had the topper sentiment up my skirt. I made sure that some of them really go distracted from their business organisation there.

There are some filing storage locker just near the visitant seats and I made sure that I always had some papers that needed to be filed in the bottom cabinet.

My duty took me into the old man canvasser's position quite a bit. When I handed him text file to sign I made for sure that I bent forward so that he could attend down the top of my blouse.

His authority is one of these ‘ old world'places with bookcases all up the walls with a minuscule step ladder to get up to them. After a duet of sidereal day he started asking me to get the Bible that he wanted that were high up. I smiled the initiatory time 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 hebdomad he was either a lot younger, or about to snuff if with over-excitement.

The two female canvasser were pitiable 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 secretaire always wore long annulus or trouser and never seemed to desire to get into conversation. I caught her staring at me a couple of time, and it was a beneficial job that her desk faced away from the visitant's waiting area.

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



The second worry Temp job that I did was a workweek 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 shortstop while after I told Jon what I was going to do he told me that I had to wear my remote controlled egg every day.

The start morning went quite quickly, but at lunchtime, just as I was in the midsection of serving an old madam, the egg got switched on. I was in mid-sentence when I suddenly gasped, bent over slightly and started shaking. After a few seconds I managed to compose myself sufficiency to seem circle 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 customers while I looked unit of ammunition for Jon. I couldn't see him anywhere.

About 15 proceedings later the tempo of the shaking increased and I still couldn't see Jon. Then it got higher. I was in serious peril on cumming while serving a client. I was starting to sweat and observe pulling a human face and stifling a scream.

As I came the initiatory time, one of the other young lady asked me if I was okay. What could I say,"Yes thank you, I'm just in the center of having an coming, and I'll be back to normal in a minute !"

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

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

The last day started the same, but half way through the lunchtime, just as I was building up to my sec orgasm, the egg went on to full. I had a really difficult clock time trying to concentrate and to look normal. I haven't a clew what the customers must ingest 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 time our eyes met she smiled at me with that knowing looking at.

The egg stayed on wide-cut for about another minute, it was torment and great all at the same time. In the end, I looked up at the next customer and Jon smiled and asked me for a roil 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 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.

Love,

Vanessa