creation

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 boring existence in a little town in North Wales and went to crop as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the eastern United States Midland of England. It was a intrepid decisiveness to make as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advert in a BDSM magazine that soul had left in the hairdresser where I worked. I didn't really experience what I was letting myself in for, but I really did ask to do something because my life-time was so drab and boring. Even the consultation for the job was unbelievable, but I was so despairing 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 write a journal of my new lifetime, and he has since created a web website that it is published on.

If you care to learn my daybook you will discover that my relationship with Jon is rather different to that of virtually employee and employer, but I have easily come to realise that I have a biography that just could not be more satisfying or pleasurable. I love my life and all the little risky venture that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a fiddling bit of pilus that grows on my legs, I have no trunk hairsbreadth below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with small ( ish ), pert breast that have lowly aureoles and giant tit. When they're hard Jon says they're like chapel hat pegs. I have a nice house, flat venter with a pubic bone that does stick out a bit. In my puss mouth I have 2 little gold rings that Jon put in me. My button is very prominent and is usually sticking out between my lips. It's about an in long with a little beat head. Jon sometimes calls it my lilliputian dick. I don't own any bras, knickerbockers, trousers, legging or shorts ; and 90 % of my dame and garb can be described as mini or micro. I used to be a very shy daughter, but I've now gone completely the former 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 e-mail me with particular questions.

Jon told me to kibosh writing my diary 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 petty 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 copies of some of the text edition in my Journal, and one or two that are very standardised to some of the escapade 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 mortal thought our adventures were good enough to replicate. I've started thinking that way as well.

Temping

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

I was getting a bit bored at the end of last 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 twain that are worth telling you about.

The first was a business firm of canvasser. It was only pocket-size with 3 qualified Solicitors and a couplet of Secretaries. One of these was off sick and they needed individual for a couple of weeks to search after visitor and do the filing. The business firm was founded by the old man Solicitor and the other 2 solicitor are women in their thirties, both well over weight.

The government agency told me that I would have to cut back smartly so the weekend before I started I made a couple of dame that are to mid-thigh - long for me. Jon made sure that they had slits up the back and front. I wore them with rather modest baggy blouses that tucked into the skirt.

When I got there I found that the office is up some steps right in the middle of township, and the receptionist's desk is right at the top of the steps. After I'd been introduced to everyone the Secretary showed me to my desk and told me that the daughter that was off sick usually wore trouser and pointed to the front of the desk. No modestness instrument panel. I told her that I didn't have any suitable trouser, which is almost true - 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 start span of days getting used to the telephone 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 snarf a spirit to see who it was. If it were a man I'd let my knee character 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 tell them that their visitor was there, I'd ask the visitors to sit in the waiting field that was in straw man of my desk, but to a fragile angle. It's stick how the men would always sit on the place that had the unspoiled panorama up my skirt. I made sure that some of them really go distracted from their business there.

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

My responsibility took me into the old man Solicitor's function quite a bit. When I handed him documents to sign I made for sure that I bent forward so that he could take care down the top of my blouse.

His office staff is one of these ‘ old universe'places with bookcases all up the paries with a little whole step ladder to get up to them. After a couple of twenty-four hours he started asking me to get the record book that he wanted that were high gear 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 calendar week he was either a lot new, or about to snuff if with over-excitement.

The two female person canvasser were scurvy things. I'm sure that they realised what was going on, but they never said anything, just gave me stacks of employment to do. The other secretaire always wore long skirts or trousers and never seemed to want to get into conversation. I caught her staring at me a match of times, and it was a skillful job that her desk faced away from the visitant's waiting surface area.

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



The mo interest temp job that I did was a week in cafeteria in a big shop class. It wasn't the job that was interesting ( it was crap ), 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 told me that I had to wear my remote controlled egg every day.

The first morning 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, hang over slightly and started shaking. After a few endorsement I managed to draw up myself enough to see bout for Jon. As I was looking the little old lady asked me if I was alright.

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

About 15 hour later the pace of the vibrations increased and I still couldn't see Jon. Then it got higher. I was in life-threatening danger on cumming while serving a client. I was starting to sweat and go on pulling a face and stifling a scream.

As I came the first prison term, one of the former girl 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 normal in a hour !"

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

The Saame thing 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 lunch period, just as I was building up to my instant orgasm, the egg went on to fully. I had a really unmanageable time trying to concentrate and to await formula. I haven't a clue what the customers must accept 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 optic met she smiled at me with that knowing look.

The egg stayed on fully for about another hour, it was agony and great all at the Sami time. In the end, I looked up at the adjacent 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 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