Introduction

Hi, my figure is genus Vanessa. I was born in Dec 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound human body with blondish hair. In 1998 I quit my slow existence in a short town in North Wales and went to influence 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 advertising in a BDSM magazine that someone had left in the styler 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 history was so somber and oil production. Even the interview 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 write a Journal of my new life, and he has since created a web website that it is published on.

If you care to read my Journal you will pick up 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 life that just could not be more solid or pleasurable. I love my life and all the trivial dangerous undertaking that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a niggling bit of hair that grows on my legs, I have no dead body hair below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with small ( ish ), pert breasts that have little aureoles and colossus mamilla. When they're backbreaking Jon says they're like chapel hat wooden leg. I have a dainty firm, flat stomach with a pubic os that does sting out a bit. In my cunt sassing I have 2 little gold hoop that Jon put in me. My clit is very outstanding and is usually sticking out between my lips. It's about an column inch long with a little labialize headspring. Jon sometimes calls it my little dick. I don't own any bras, knickers, trousers, leggings or underdrawers ; and 90 % of my skirts and dress can be described as mini or micro. I used to be a very shy female child, but I've now gone completely the other way, and get a great thrill from letting other the great unwashed 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 estimation for niggling adventures or incidents that we could make up to have some fun. We've found one or two story that appear to be slightly rewritten written matter of some of the text 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 diary. 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 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 finally year, and after discussing it with Jon I signed-on for a Temp authority. I didn't do many business for them before quitting, but there were a couple that are worth telling you about.

The first was a firm of canvasser. It was only small with 3 stipulate Solicitors and a yoke of secretaire. One of these was off ill and they needed someone for a pair of calendar week to await after visitors and do the filing. The firm was founded by the old man Solicitor and the former 2 solicitor are women in their thirties, both well over exercising weight.

The representation told me that I would have to plume smartly so the weekend before I started I made a pair of skirts that are to mid-thigh - long for me. Jon made sure that they had scratch up the back and nominal head. I wore them with rather small-scale baggy blouses that tucked into the wench.

When I got there I found that the government agency is up some stairs right in the middle of town, and the receptionist's desk is right field at the top of the stair. After I'd been introduced to everyone the repository showed me to my desk and told me that the miss that was off pallid usually wore trousers and pointed to the front man of the desk. No modestness instrument panel. I told her that I didn't have any worthy trousers, which is almost true - I don't have any trouser. 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 days getting used to the telephone organisation before I managed to relax and start to have some fun.

Each sentence I heard the threshold at the underside 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 articulatio genus part and watch their heart to see if they looked. If it was a hunky man and he looked, I'd let my knee vagabond even further apart.

After I'd phoned whoever to state them that their visitant was there, I'd ask the visitor to sit in the waiting country that was in front of my desk, but to a slight angle. It's bewilder how the men would always sit on the seat that had the best view up my skirt. I made sure that some of them really go distracted from their business there.

There are some filing cabinets just near the visitor seats and I made sure that I always had some written document that needed to be filed in the posterior cabinet.

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

His role is one of these ‘ old man'home with bookcases all up the rampart with a little footstep ladder to get up to them. After a couple of twenty-four hour period he started asking me to get the record book 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 immature, or about to snuff if with over-excitement.

The two female canvasser 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 secretary always wore foresightful wench or trousers and never seemed to want to get into conversation. I caught her staring at me a couple of clock time, and it was a well job that her desk faced away from the visitant's waiting expanse.

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 go along me on tenacious.



The second interesting temporary job that I did was a week in cafeteria in a big shop. It wasn't the job that was interesting ( it was bull ), it was what Jon was doing to me whilst I worked. A short circuit while after I told Jon what I was going to do he distinguish me that I had to wear my remote control controlled egg every day.

The get-go 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, bent over slightly and started shaking. After a few mo I managed to compose myself enough to look round of golf 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 customers while I looked round for Jon. I couldn't see him anywhere.

About 15 min later the pace of the quiver increased and I still couldn't see Jon. Then it got higher. I was in serious danger on cumming while serving a client. I was starting to sudate and kept pulling a face and stifling a scream.

As I came the first off time, one of the early girlfriend 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 formula in a instant !"

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

The same matter happened for the future 3 solar day. I never saw Jon once, and he denied being there when I asked him about it on an eve.

The last day started the same, but half way through the lunchtime, just as I was building up to my second sexual climax, the egg went on to fully. I had a really difficult time trying to concentrate and to wait normal. I haven't a clue what the customers must have 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 look.

The egg stayed on replete for about another hr, it was agony and great all at the like time. In the end, I looked up at the future client 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 dejeuner and left.

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

honey,

Vanessa