Introduction

Hi, my name 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 bore macrocosm in a minuscule town in North Cymru and went to form as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East Midlands of England. It was a brave conclusion to piddle as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advertisement in a BDSM powder magazine that someone had left in the hairstylist where I worked. I didn't really know what I was letting myself in for, but I really did necessitate to do something because my living was so drab and drilling. Even the interview for the job was unlikely, but I was so desperate to commute my life history 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 compose a daybook of my new life story, and he has since created a web site that it is published on.

If you care to read my daybook you will name that my relationship with Jon is rather different to that of most employee and employer, but I have easily come to actualize that I have a life that just could not be more solid or enjoyable. I love my life sentence and all the petty risky venture that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a little bit of whisker that grows on my legs, I have no body pilus below my cervix. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with small ( ish ), pert breasts that have lowly halo and giant mamilla. When they're laborious Jon says they're like chapel service hat pegs. I have a nice firm, flat stomach with a pubic bone that does stick out a bit. In my pussy sass I have 2 little gold rings that Jon put in me. My clit is very outstanding and is usually sticking out between my backtalk. It's about an in long with a little round off straits. Jon sometimes calls it my little dick. I don't own any bandeau, knee pants, trousers, legging or shorts ; and 90 % of my chick and apparel 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 big thrill 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 like to e-mail me with specific questions.

Jon told me to block writing my Journal in the summer of 1999, but has recently asked me to document, some of the more occupy experiences that we have had since then.

Both Jon and I have been scouring the Internet looking for idea for little dangerous undertaking or incidents that we could manufacture to let some fun. We've found one or two chronicle that appear to be slightly rewritten copy of some of the schoolbook in my Journal, and one or two that are very exchangeable to some of the adventure that we've had and that I've written about in my daybook. At foremost I was a bit annoyed about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that someone thought our adventures were good enough to re-create. I've started thinking that way as well.

Temping

I left my hairdressing job a patch back. The direction 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 conclusion twelvemonth, and after discussing it with Jon I signed-on for a Temp Agency. I didn't do many chore for them before quitting, but there were a couple that are worth telling you about.

The first was a business firm of solicitor. It was only small with 3 qualified Solicitors and a twain of repository. One of these was off brainsick and they needed soul for a couple of weeks to look after visitors and do the filing. The firm was founded by the old man canvasser and the other 2 solicitor are cleaning woman in their thirty-something, both well over weight.

The Agency told me that I would ingest to clip smartly so the weekend before I started I made a duad of doll that are to mid-thigh - long for me. Jon made sure that they had slits up the backrest and front end. I wore them with rather modest baggy blouses that tucked into the skirts.

When I got there I found that the bureau is up some steps right in the heart of town, and the receptionist's desk is mighty 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 girl that was off cast usually wore trousers and pointed to the front line of the desk. No reserve add-in. I told her that I didn't have any suitable pant, 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 days getting used to the telephone organization before I managed to loosen up and start to have some fun.

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

After I'd phoned whoever to tell apart them that their visitant was there, I'd ask the visitor to sit in the waiting area that was in front of my desk, but to a little slant. It's baffle how the men would always sit on the buns that had the safe view up my skirt. I made sure that some of them really go distracted from their business enterprise there.

There are some filing storage locker just near the visitor buttocks and I made trusted that I always had some documents that needed to be filed in the buttocks console.

My obligation took me into the old man solicitor's office quite a bit. When I handed him documents to subscribe I made trusted that I bent forward so that he could seem down the top of my blouse.

His office is one of these ‘ old worldly concern'places with bookcases all up the walls with a little step ladder to get up to them. After a couple of Day he started asking me to get the Book that he wanted that were high up. I smiled the outset clock time that he asked me as I knew exactly why he asked me ; and I wasn't going to let down him. By the end of the two weeks he was either a lot younger, or about to snuff if with over-excitement.

The two distaff Solicitors were misfortunate things. I'm sure that they realised what was going on, but they never said anything, just gave me slew of work to do. The former Secretary always wore long skirts or pant and never seemed to want to get into conversation. I caught her staring at me a match of times, and it was a good job that her desk faced away from the visitor's waiting surface area.

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



The second base interesting Temp job that I did was a calendar week in cafeteria in a big store. 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 out my remote controlled egg every day.

The first morning went quite quickly, but at lunchtime, just as I was in the midsection of serving an old madam, the egg got switched on. I was in mid-sentence when I suddenly gasped, bent over slightly and started shaking. After a few minute I managed to indite myself decent to seem rung for Jon. As I was looking the minuscule old lady asked me if I was alright.

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

About 15 proceedings later the pace of the oscillation 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 boldness and stifling a scream.

As I came the first fourth dimension, one of the former little girl asked me if I was okay. What could I say,"Yes thank you, I'm just in the heart of having an orgasm, and I'll be back to normal in a arcminute !"

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

The same 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 evening.

The last day started the same, but half way through the lunchtime, just as I was building up to my secondly sexual climax, the egg went on to full. I had a really difficult time trying to reduce and to await formula. I haven't a clue what the customers must hold 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 full for about another hour, it was agony and outstanding all at the same time. In the end, I looked up at the following 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 luncheon and left.

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

passion,

Vanessa