unveiling

Hi, my public figure is Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound frame with blondish hair. In 1998 I quit my drill existence in a little townsfolk in North Wales and went to work as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East Midland of England. It was a brave decision to make as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advertisement in a BDSM magazine that someone had left in the stylist where I worked. I didn't really get laid what I was letting myself in for, but I really did want to do something because my animation was so drab and boring. Even the consultation for the job was unbelievable, but I was so desperate to vary 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 publish a diary of my new animation, and he has since created a web internet site that it is published on.

If you care to read my diary you will describe that my relationship with Jon is rather different to that of most employee and employer, but I have easily come to realise that I have a spirit that just could not be more satisfying or enjoyable. I love my life and all the trivial adventure that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a little bit of hair that grows on my peg, I have no body hair below my cervix. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with small ( ish ), saucy breasts that have small aureoles and hulk nipples. When they're hard Jon says they're like chapel service hat pegs. I have a courteous firm, flat tummy with a pubic os that does flummox out a bit. In my pussy lips I have 2 minuscule Au rings that Jon put in me. My button is very salient and is usually sticking out between my lips. It's about an in long with a small assault head. Jon sometimes calls it my little gumshoe. I don't own any bandeau, pants, trouser, legging or boxershorts ; and 90 % of my skirts and apparel can be described as miniskirt or micro. I used to be a very shy girl, but I've now gone completely the other way, and get a enceinte quiver from letting other multitude see my body.

I hope that's enough to satisfy the people who asked. If it isn't, perhaps they would like 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 Internet looking for theme for piddling adventures or incidents that we could construct to have some fun. We've found one or two tarradiddle that appear to be slightly rewritten copies of some of the textual matter in my diary, and one or two that are very similar to some of the adventure that we've had and that I've written about in my Journal. At first I was a bit get at about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that somebody thought our adventures 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 yr, and after discussing it with Jon I signed-on for a Temp Agency. I didn't do many jobs for them before quitting, but there were a span that are worth telling you about.

The first base was a firm of Solicitors. It was only lowly with 3 qualified Solicitors and a mates of repository. One of these was off sick and they needed someone for a couple of hebdomad to look after visitant and do the filing. The firm was founded by the old man canvasser and the other 2 Solicitors are women in their thirties, both well over weight.

The Agency told me that I would have to coif smartly so the weekend before I started I made a duad of doll that are to mid-thigh - long for me. Jon made surely that they had pussy up the back and social movement. I wore them with rather lowly baggy blouses that tucked into the wench.

When I got there I found that the role is up some stairs right in the middle of townsfolk, and the receptionist's desk is the right way at the top of the stair. After I'd been introduced to everyone the secretarial assistant showed me to my desk and told me that the young woman that was off sick usually wore trousers and pointed to the figurehead of the desk. No modesty board. I told her that I didn't have any desirable 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 couple of daylight getting used to the telephone system of rules before I managed to loosen up and commence to cause some fun.

Each time I heard the door at the behind of the stairs open I'd get back to my desk and abstract a look to see who it was. If it were a man I'd let my stifle part and watch their eyes 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 state them that their visitor was there, I'd ask the visitant to sit in the waiting area that was in front of my desk, but to a slight angle. It's amazing how the men would always sit on the stern that had the best view up my wench. I made sure that some of them really go distracted from their business there.

There are some filing cabinets just near the visitor fanny and I made certain that I always had some written document that needed to be filed in the bottom storage locker.

My obligation took me into the old man Solicitor's office quite a bit. When I handed him text file to sign up I made for certain that I bent forward so that he could look down the top of my blouse.

His office is one of these ‘ old world'places with bookcases all up the paries with a little step run to get up to them. After a couple of days he started asking me to get the books 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 disappoint him. By the end of the two weeks he was either a lot younger, or about to snuffle 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 set of study to do. The other writing table always wore prospicient doll or pant and never seemed to want to get into conversation. I caught her staring at me a couple of time, and it was a good job that her desk faced away from the visitant's waiting region.

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



The second interesting temporary job that I did was a week in cafeteria in a big store. It wasn't the job that was interesting ( it was poop ), it was what Jon was doing to me whilst I worked. A dead while after I told Jon what I was going to do he recount me that I had to assume my remote controlled egg every day.

The first break of the day went quite quickly, but at lunch period, 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 arcsecond I managed to compose myself enough to look round for Jon. As I was looking the trivial old lady asked me if I was alright.

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

About 15 hour later the tread of the quiver increased and I still couldn't see Jon. Then it got higher. I was in dangerous danger on cumming while serving a customer. I was starting to sweat and kept pulling a face and stifling a shrieking.

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

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

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

The live day started the Lapp, but half way through the lunch period, just as I was building up to my indorse climax, the egg went on to full-of-the-moon. I had a really difficult time trying to reduce and to look rule. I haven't a clue what the customer must take in 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 time our eyes met she smiled at me with that knowing face.

The egg stayed on full for about another hour, it was torture and cracking all at the like 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 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 delegacy every so often and see what they've got.

erotic love,

genus Vanessa