first appearance

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 township in Second Earl of Guilford Wales and went to work as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the E midland of England. It was a courageous decisiveness to make as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advert in a BDSM cartridge that person had left in the hairdresser where I worked. I didn't really recognize what I was letting myself in for, but I really did demand to do something because my life was so drab and boring. Even the interview for the job was unbelievable, but I was so desperate to modify my liveliness 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 land site that it is published on.

If you care to show my diary you will break that my family relationship with Jon is rather different to that of most employee and employer, but I have easily come to pull in that I have a life that just could not be more satisfying or pleasurable. I love my life and all the little escapade that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a piddling bit of hair that grows on my peg, I have no organic structure whisker below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with small-scale ( ish ), pert white meat that have little aureoles and jumbo nipples. When they're firmly Jon says they're like chapel hat rowlock. I have a nice firm, flat stomach with a pubic bone that does stick out a bit. In my twat lips I have 2 niggling gold anchor ring that Jon put in me. My clit is very striking and is usually sticking out between my lips. It's about an inch long with a little round head word. Jon sometimes calls it my little dick. I don't own any brassiere, knickers, trousers, leggings or shorts ; and 90 % of my wench and dresses 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 neat thrill from letting early people see my body.

I hope that's enough to satisfy the people who asked. If it isn't, perhaps they would wish to e-mail me with specific questions.

Jon told me to give up writing my daybook 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 theme for little dangerous undertaking or incidents that we could construct to consume some fun. We've found one or two stories that appear to be slightly rewritten written matter of some of the school 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 Journal. At first off I was a bit stung about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that person thought our adventures were good enough to replicate. 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 lots clock 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 jobs for them before quitting, but there were a twain that are worth telling you about.

The first was a house of canvasser. It was only small with 3 qualified Solicitors and a couple of repository. One of these was off sick and they needed someone for a couple of calendar week to search after visitor and do the filing. The firm was founded by the old man Solicitor and the other 2 canvasser are char in their thirty-something, both well over weight.

The Agency told me that I would own to set smartly so the weekend before I started I made a couple of skirt that are to mid-thigh - long for me. Jon made for certain that they had slits up the book binding and front. I wore them with rather mild baggy blouses that tucked into the skirt.

When I got there I found that the position is up some stairs right in the midriff of township, and the receptionist's desk is right at the top of the stairs. After I'd been introduced to everyone the secretarial assistant showed me to my desk and told me that the girl that was off sick usually wore trousers and pointed to the straw man of the desk. No modesty board. I told her that I didn't have any suitable trousers, which is almost truthful - 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 1st couple of Clarence Shepard Day Jr. getting used to the phone scheme before I managed to relax and start to hold some fun.

Each meter I heard the room access at the arse 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 knees part and watch their oculus to see if they looked. If it was a hunky man and he looked, I'd let my human knee wander even further apart.

After I'd phoned whoever to order them that their visitor was there, I'd ask the visitant to sit in the waiting area that was in forepart of my desk, but to a slim angle. It's amazing how the men would always sit on the arse that had the honest view up my skirt. I made sure that some of them really go distracted from their business enterprise there.

There are some filing cabinets just near the visitor can and I made sure that I always had some papers that needed to be filed in the bottomland cabinet.

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

His office is one of these ‘ old world'places with bookcases all up the wall with a picayune step ladder to get up to them. After a couple of days he started asking me to get the Word of God that he wanted that were eminent 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 hebdomad he was either a lot immature, or about to snuffle if with over-excitement.

The two female canvasser were scurvy thing. I'm sure that they realised what was going on, but they never said anything, just gave me heap of work to do. The other secretaire always wore long skirts or pant and never seemed to want to get into conversation. I caught her staring at me a couple of times, and it was a good job that her desk faced away from the visitor's waiting area.

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



The second worry Temp job that I did was a week 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 short-circuit while after I told Jon what I was going to do he say me that I had to wear out my remote control controlled egg every day.

The inaugural dayspring went quite quickly, but at lunchtime, just as I was in the middle of serving an old gentlewoman, the egg got switched on. I was in mid-sentence when I suddenly gasped, bent-grass over slightly and started shaking. After a few irregular I managed to compile myself enough to look round 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 extend serving customers while I looked round for Jon. I couldn't see him anywhere.

About 15 minutes later the tempo of the vibrations increased and I still couldn't see Jon. Then it got higher. I was in serious danger on cumming while serving a customer. I was starting to perspire and hold on pulling a case and stifling a wow.

As I came the first time, one of the early missy asked me if I was okay. What could I say,"Yes thank you, I'm just in the eye of having an coming, and I'll be back to normal in a hour !"

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

The Saami 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 eve.

The live day started the same, but half way through the lunch period, just as I was building up to my moment orgasm, the egg went on to full. I had a really unmanageable metre trying to centre and to look normal. I haven't a clue what the client 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 prison term our eyes met she smiled at me with that knowing spirit.

The egg stayed on replete for about another hour, it was agony and corking all at the Lapp sentence. In the end, I looked up at the next client and Jon smiled and asked me for a churn 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 job if I want, I'll go into the agency every so often and see what they've got.

Love,

genus Vanessa