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Hi, my gens 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 tedious cosmos in a little Town in North Wales and went to mold as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East Midlands of England. It was a weather decision to make believe as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advert in a BDSM magazine that someone had left in the hairdressers where I worked. I didn't really roll in the hay what I was letting myself in for, but I really did need to do something because my life was so drab and boring. Even the interview for the job was incredible, but I was so heroic to switch my sprightliness 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 history, and he has since created a web web site that it is published on.

If you care to record my diary you will give away that my human relationship with Jon is rather different to that of near employee and employer, but I have easily come to pull in that I have a animation that just could not be more satisfying or pleasurable. I love my life-time and all the little adventures that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a lilliputian 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 lowly ( ish ), pert breasts that have small-scale nimbus and monster pap. When they're hard Jon says they're like chapel hat pegs. I have a decent business firm, vapid stomach with a pubic bone that does stay put out a bit. In my pussy lips I have 2 little gold rings that Jon put in me. My clit is very outstanding and is usually sticking out between my brim. It's about an inch long with a little round head. Jon sometimes calls it my small pecker. I don't own any bras, knickers, pant, leggings or shorts ; and 90 % of my wench and frock 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 chill from letting other people see my body.

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

Jon told me to stop writing my diary in the summertime of 1999, but has recently asked me to document, some of the more interest experiences that we have had since then.

Both Jon and I have been scouring the net looking for ideas for little dangerous undertaking or incidents that we could manufacture to have some fun. We've found one or two stories that appear to be slightly rewritten copies of some of the text in my diary, 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 risky venture were good enough to copy. 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 a great deal time 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 temporary Agency. I didn't do many Book of Job for them before quitting, but there were a distich that are worth telling you about.

The first was a firm of Solicitors. It was only small with 3 qualified solicitor and a couple of writing table. One of these was off purge and they needed individual for a couple of weeks to look after visitor and do the filing. The firm was founded by the old man Solicitor and the other 2 canvasser are women in their XXX, both well over weight.

The Agency told me that I would have to groom smartly so the weekend before I started I made a pair of doll that are to mid-thigh - long for me. Jon made trusted that they had prick up the back and social movement. I wore them with rather modest baggy blouses that tucked into the skirts.

When I got there I found that the function is up some stairs right in the middle of Town, and the receptionist's desk is right at the top of the stairs. After I'd been introduced to everyone the Secretary showed me to my desk and told me that the female child that was off sick usually wore trouser and pointed to the front man of the desk. No modestness table. I told her that I didn't have any suited 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 well-nigh of the start couple of Clarence Day getting used to the telephone system before I managed to relax and start to suffer some fun.

Each fourth dimension I heard the door at the bottom 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 middle to see if they looked. If it was a hunky man and he looked, I'd let my knees range even further apart.

After I'd phoned whoever to recount them that their visitant was there, I'd ask the visitant to sit in the waiting area that was in nominal head of my desk, but to a tenuous Angle. It's dumbfound how the men would always sit on the seat that had the beneficial position up my bird. I made sure that some of them really go distracted from their occupation there.

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

My responsibility took me into the old man solicitor's office quite a bit. When I handed him documents to ratify I made for sure that I bent forward so that he could look down the top of my blouse.

His office staff is one of these ‘ old world'places with bookcases all up the walls with a little gradation ravel to get up to them. After a brace of days he started asking me to get the Word that he wanted that were high up. I smiled the foremost 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 younger, or about to snuff if with over-excitement.

The two female Solicitors were miserable things. I'm sure that they realised what was going on, but they never said anything, just gave me circumstances of work to do. The other Secretary always wore long skirts or pant and never seemed to need to get into conversation. I caught her staring at me a couple of prison term, and it was a good job that her desk faced away from the visitor's waiting sphere.

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 indorsement interesting 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 curtly 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, bent over slightly and started shaking. After a few second I managed to compose myself enough to look cycle for Jon. As I was looking the piffling old gentlewoman asked me if I was alright.

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

About 15 min later the pace 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 sweat and kept pulling a facial expression and stifling a scream.

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

After about an hr 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 same matter happened for the next 3 days. 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 second orgasm, the egg went on to broad. I had a really difficult time trying to concentrate and to depend formula. I haven't a hint what the customers must have thought. I know that some of the faculty thought I was ill.

There was one fille who I think suspected what was going on, each clip our eyes met she smiled at me with that knowing spirit.

The egg stayed on full for about another hour, it was suffering and big all at the same time. In the end, I looked up at the next customer 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 until he'd finished his lunch and leftfield.

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.

Love,

Vanessa