Introduction

Hi, my name is Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound shape with blondish hair. In 1998 I quit my drill existence in a little Ithiel Town in North Wales and went to form as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East Midland of England. It was a gay conclusion to make as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advert in a BDSM magazine that someone had left in the stylist where I worked. I didn't really know what I was letting myself in for, but I really did postulate to do something because my life was so olive-drab and oil production. Even the interview for the job was unbelievable, but I was so heroic 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 spell a Journal of my new life, and he has since created a web situation that it is published on.

HTTP : //www.asstr.org/~Vanessa/

If you care to take my Journal you will discover 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 satisfying or pleasurable. I love my life and all the little dangerous undertaking that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a trivial bit of whisker that grows on my legs, I have no body hair below my neck opening. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with small ( ish ), impertinent breasts that have small gloriole and gargantuan tit. When they're hard Jon says they're like chapel hat pegs. I have a decent firm, categoric stomach with a pubic bone that does stick out a bit. In my puss lips I have 2 little gold hoop that Jon put in me. My clit is very prominent and is usually sticking out between my lips. It's about an in long with a trivial round point. Jon sometimes calls it my little tool. I don't own any brassiere, knickers, trousers, legging or shorts ; and 90 % of my skirts and dresses can be described as mini or micro. I used to be a very shy fille, but I've now gone completely the other way, and get a capital thrill from letting early people see my body.

I hope that's enough to satisfy the the great unwashed who asked. If it isn't, perhaps they would like to netmail me with specific questions.

vanessaevans69 @ hotmail.com

Jon told me to stop writing my Journal in the summer of 1999, but has recently asked me to document, some of the more worry 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 narrative that appear to be slightly rewritten written matter 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 base I was a bit annoyed about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that person thought our risky venture were good enough to simulate. I've started thinking that way as well.

The dangerous undertaking I'm about to describe is when Jon decided that I should further my teaching a bit by : -

Going to dark School

If you've read my Journal you will eff that I'm not a very big person ( well, the features that you can see when I've got some clothes on ) and that my face is quite vernal looking. Just before Noel 2000 I'd lost my part-time job as a hairdresser when the building that the salon was in caught fire. Just after Christmas Day 2000 Jon decided that I would go back to schooling. At start I was a bit horrified that he wanted me to spend days sitting through boring deterrent example, but after a couple of minutes of account I started looking forward to it.

Jon took me to a comprehensive examination school day at the other side of town and I signed-up for Computer Literacy line. He said that it was time that I learned a bit more about PCs. The next Night he took me to a college and into an Art stratum. When I saw all the educatee sketching a bunch of blossom that was on a desk in the eye of the way I got a petty disturbed and excited. I tried to tell Jon that I was a hopeless artist, but he wouldn't listen to me.

A couplet of proceedings later the instructor came into the classroom and over to us. Jon asked if he was still looking for a life manikin. At first I didn't twig but as the instructor looked me up and down I realised that Jon wanted me to nonplus for the course. I got all excited thinking 'wow, decriminalise flashing ’. Without even talking to me Jon and the teacher agreed that I'd mannerism for the course on each Mon evening for the next 4 calendar week.

This is what happened at the social class - well the interesting bits.

Computer course of instruction

I was just starting to put some clothes on to go to my first evening grade when Jon told me to wear upon a blouse and dame. The blouse he told me to wear was quite baggy and he told me not to secure the top 3 buttons. This meant that the highest button that was fastened was right in the middle of my knocker. As soon as Jon told me that I realised that he wanted me to let the teacher see inside my blouse. I didn't need telling twice ; in fact I was looking forward to it. I made sure that the blouse wasn't tucked into my chick much so that it only needed me to tend forward a little for there to be a gaping hole for him to see in when he stood next to me.

I put a pelage on and drove Jon's car to the school.

When I got there and found the right on schoolroom, 4 former people were already sat in forepart of PCs talking to each other. As I walked in they all smiled at me and 2 said,"Hi."When I took my coat off one of the elderly men's eyes opened all-embracing when he saw my micro skirt. I smiled at him and asked if I could sit at any of the desks. After a slight interruption he said ‘ yes'so I chose a desk on the side of an aisle so that the teacher would be stood to my leftfield. I sat not too close to the desk so that I had to lean forward a bit. Sat like that also meant that a lot of my thighs would be showing and perhaps a bit of my bald loins too, especially as I never cross my legs.

Another 5 or 6 people came in and then the instructor. He was a bald, middle-aged man, married man ; well he was wearing a hymeneals band. After the founding the teacher got us to switch the PCs on and then told us how to run a platform that showed us all about the different moment of a PC. I pretended that I had never used a PC before and that I couldn't find the buttons that he was telling us to penetrate on. After he tried to discover where I should be looking and me saying that I couldn't see it, he finally came over to show me.

Poor man, he just about stopped dead in his running when he saw my skirt and peg. I saw him blush a piffling as he stood beside me and pointed to the button on the projection screen. As he walked back to the front, he turned and looked back to me for a second base before continuing with his lesson.

After about 10 minutes I couldn't find another push. This clip the man didn't hassle to describe where it was, he came and stood beside me and pointed it out.

This happened another couple of times and then just before the end of the lesson I needed his avail again. This sentence he came and stood in front line of my desk and leaned over my PC monitor to indicate me where something was. As he leaned forward I could see that his oculus were looking straight up my skirt.

The second lesson.

When I arrived the next hebdomad I was a piddling former and there was only one PC free. That was in the middle of the movement row. I'd just got myself organised when the teacher came in. It wasn't the Saami man. The new man ( Peter President Andrew Johnson ) is about my age and looks a bit of a geek.

After he'd introduced himself he told us that the former teacher was unwell and that he would be taking over the class. When we did the one shot introducing ourselves, the teacher stared at me for quite a while before moving on to the next person. That made me a bit uncomfortable, but not enough for me to consider about the fun I could have. As the others were introducing themselves I was thinking about my friend Debbie and the fun that she used to have at school.

This teacher tends to go off the subject a bit and rabbit on about things that don't seem relevant to what we're doing. It was during about his third trip into technophobic whatever that I decided to try to bring him back to earth. Up until then I'd been sat with my knee joint tightly together and been concentrating on the lesson, but I was getting bored hearing to irrelevant gobbledegook so I let my knee part.

Peter was walking back and Forth River across the movement of the room and so inscrutable into his little story that it took ages for him realise what he was missing. He kept looking down at the level, but never towards me. Eventually he did search over towards me. He stooped mid sentence, went bright red, and then carried on talking. He stared at my leg, and up my skirt, for a few endorsement then looked me in the eye. I just smiled at him.

The hapless man just seemed to lose it from that detail in the lesson. He kept sneaking glance at my wooden leg and pussy, but he looked as if he was a naughty schoolboy doing something that he shouldn't. Even though he went to help former students with problems, he wouldn't come near me. Each time I asked him a interrogative sentence he stayed at the front and explained in great point what I should be doing.

At the end of the lesson he was gone before anyone else. I overheard a twosome of the educatee talking as they went out, one was saying that the instructor was cute and shy.

The third gear lesson.

I'd enjoyed my little game with the ‘ new'teacher the previous week and wanted to continue it so I arrived other to make certainly that I got the same PC. I was a lilliputian surprised to get that not only was the teacher already there, but that he'd put a chair in the centre of the forepart of the social class. I was looking at it when dick said ‘ soundly eve ’, and explained that he'd had an accident and hurt a leg. He was going to use the chair so that he didn't have as far to walk.

‘ Oh yeah'I thought, but didn't say anything. It could turn out better than planned.

The eternal rest of the students arrived and the division got started. Yes, some ( most ) of the men were ogling my ultra short skirt and low cut, fall behind top, and some of the adult female were giving me soil feel ; but I'm used to that. My sole interests that Night were learning a bit more about PCs, and having some fun with the teacher.

Peter explained the chair to everyone and was limping about. After about 10 minute he sat on the president and kept talking. After a while he gave us an exercise to do and as I started it I looked up and saw where he was looking.

My knees had been closed up until then, but as soon as I saw him looking they opened. Not a lot at first off, but as he kept looking, my knees kept opening until they were about a foot apart.

I got on with the example but kept looking up whenever no one was asking him a question. He certainly wasn't as shy as he'd been the previous week.

someone at the back asked him another inquiry and he had to go and testify them something. As he got up and walked passed me I couldn't help noticing that not only wasn't he limping, he didn't have a limp dick either, and there was quite a bulge in the front tight of his denim. It looked quite unspeakable.

By then I'd realised that he had found his confidence and was out to enjoy himself as much as I was. I was as excited as his bulge told me he was and I could feel my juice seeping out of me. Just flashing him wasn't enough, especially as he was blatantly staring at my slit and little gold ringing.

I wanted to see how far I could go before he got embarrassed again. I shuffled my electric chair right under the desk. If I'd had a longer skirt on it would let risen up. As it was my bare bum was on the wooden chair. I let my left hand fall onto my leg whenever it wasn't needed on the keyboard. Every so often I'd reach down and get out one of my rings or flick my clit.

The number 1 sentence I did it pecker did a double take. The second time his head moved down towards me a bit.

After I finished the physical exertion there was a gap while some of the dense bookman caught up. I used that sentence to ‘ toy'with my clitoris and ring. I wasn't actually frigging, but close to it.

Peter was mesmerised and missed a dyad of questions. One of the old men had to repeat himself louder, to get St. Peter to snarl out of his trance.

The example went on in a like way and I was finding it hard trying to type with my in good order mitt whilst playing with my clitoris with my leftover script. It's not the actual typing ; it's concentrating adequate to know what to type.

By the time the deterrent example was nearly over I was getting close to cumming. There was no way that I wanted to leave without actually cumming in straw man of the teacher so when shaft said that there was just one more piddling thing to do before we all went nursing home, I went for it.

Just after Peter had finished telling everyone what he wanted them to do, I came. I shut my middle, squeezed my utter sass shut, and went over the boundary. Somehow I managed to keep repose and I don't think that anyone realised what was happening - other than Peter. When I opened my eye and looked at him his eyes were locked on my pussy.

When I coughed a bit he looked up at my font. I smiled and he went bright red.

At the end of the lesson Peter asked me to contain back for a minute. As I waited for everyone else to depart I was wondering if he was going to try and hit on me. In a way he did, he asked me if I'd go for a potable with him. I lied and told him that my husband was waiting out of doors for me.

The next couple of workweek were very like to the third workweek. St. Peter kept sitting on the chair in front of me, but his walking hobble had gone. I kept teasing him.

If anything different happens Jon has told me to write about it.

Art Class

workweek 1

I was very skittish as I drove to the college. Earlier that afternoon I spent geezerhood trying to decide what I should fag. In the end I came to my grass and remembered that no one was worry in what I was wearing going to the class. I put on a bare cotton wool mini dress and shoes.

I was still queasy as I walked down the corridor to the classroom. It wasn't just nervousness, it was excited nervousness.

When I walked in the classroom everyone stopped talking and looked at me. After a fraught suspension the teacher came over to me, said ‘ Hi'and asked me if I'd posed before. When I told him that I hadn't he told me that there was nothing to be nervous about, and asked me if I wanted a cup of coffee.

I told him that I was okay, that coffee made me desire to pee and that I didn't want to have to go right in the midriff of the session. He smiled and asked if I was make to get started. I said that I was and asked what I had to do.

The instructor then called for silence and told everyone who I was and started telling them how they had to sketch me.

While he was doing that I looked one shot. There were about 20 people in there. Men and women of all ages from about 18 to 80. Some of them smiled at me and said hello while others just maintain quiet.

The teacher then told me to go behind the cover in the box, take my clothes off, put my gown on and come back. He said that he's put me in the pose that he wanted when I got back. He just said"Oh, okay !"when I told him that I didn't have a robe.

When you've only got a wearing apparel and brake shoe to take off it doesn't take recollective and I was back within seconds. As I walked back I looked around and saw a dyad of the men looking at me. One was a young man about 20. He didn't tone as if he was only there for the art. His aspect brought that familiar spirit tingle and dampness to my pussy.

"That was quick"he said and pointed to a big table in the middle of the room. He asked me to climb up on and then he told me how to do the pose. I had to sit on the table with one leg knack at the knee and the other straight out. He told me to keep my knees nearly together, but I let them drift to about 6 inches apart. One mitt was on the mesa behind me, whilst the other was on my thigh. I had to calculate up into the top recession of the way.

Once the teacher was happy with my pose he called all the pupil over and started telling and showing then which parts of my body he wanted them to pore on. One part was my breasts. As he said that my mamilla went even hard than they already were.

There were 20 citizenry stood all around me looking down on my naked physical structure. Some were stood at my feet and I'm sure that they could see my juices leaking out of my pussy. One woman whispered to another side by side to her, but she wasn't quiet enough. I think that near of the multitude in there get a line her say,"I've never seen a cleaning lady with rings down there before."

Eventually they all went back to their places and started drawing.

It was hard keeping still all that time, but at the same clip I was enjoying it.

After what seemed like an eternity the teacher came to the movement and told me to experience a 10 minute break. I was grateful for that and climbed down off the mesa. The teacher said that normally the good example put their robes on for the break, and offered me his jacket. I thanked him and told him that I was all right as I was.

Most of the student kept drawing but the untested man came up to me and started chatting. As he was talking his heart were everywhere but my eyes. It was squeamish ( and a bit exciting ) being chatted-up while I was naked and he wasn't, but I wanted to see how the draftsmanship were getting on. I excused myself and wandered round looking at the dissimilar drawings of me.

Some were quite skillful, I even thought about asking what would befall to them after the lesson.

It was funny the way some of the scholar just totally ignored me and got on with their work. I guess that they were the serious artists.

Some of the men and a couple of the younger women chatted to me as I walked daily round. Some were staring at me and I didn't know if it was for the benefit of their drafting or because I was naked in amongst them.

being naked in amongst those people gave me shuffle feelings. The serious artists did absolutely zippo for me and I felt totally at easy with them. It was interchangeable to being at the naturist swims and on a naturist beach. The people that I wasn't sure about made me experience a lilliputian excited. The Thomas More that I thought somebody was looking at me in a sexual manor, the more excited I got.

When I got to brush up to where the youthful man that had been chatting me up was, I was getting really excited. That pussy tingle was very strong and I could really feel my juices flowing. As I walked up to him I saw that fellow bulge in his trouser. He tried chatting me up again, but I just kept asking him silly question about his filthy attempt to drag me. His solvent sounded just as unintelligent as my inquiry. If anyone was listening they must sustain thought we were both esthetic thickies.

The break came to an end and the teacher asked me to get back up on the table. As I was walking towards the table I decided that I'd better go to the bathroom before getting stuck in one position again ( I also wanted to clean house up my sluggish pussy before starting again ). I told the teacher and asked him where the nearest lav was. He told me that it was only about 20 yards down the corridor.

I started waking towards the classroom door when the teacher said,"Hadn't you better put some clothes on ?"To be perfectly reliable, the thought had crossed my judgment but I wanted the chance to take the air about the corridor a bit. I was wondering if I might run into and scandalize someone.

I didn't really give the teacher a luck to say any more, I just said,"No, it's O.K., it's only a few yards and it sounds as if everyone's in their classes."With that I was out of the room access and walking up the corridor.

The instructor was right, it was only 20 yards to the lavatory and I was in and out and back in the schoolroom in no time. I was a bit disappointed that I hadn't seen anyone.

The second one-half of the example went quite quickly and it wasn't long before the teacher was telling me to get down and dressed.

As I came out from behind the changing filmdom the untested man was waiting for me and asked me if I'd like to go for a drink with him. Fortunately I didn't get fortune to serve him because the teacher interrupted and told him to go home.

He then told me that I'd done well to keep on so still for so foresightful and asked if I was okay to do back the next workweek. I told him that I'd enjoyed it and would be back.

calendar week 2

As I walked into the classroom there were about the same phone number of masses who had been there the previous week. I did notice an extra distich of youngish people.

The instructor arrived before I had the luck to do anything or talk to anyone, and immediately brought the class to parliamentary procedure. He told the socio-economic class that I was going to place in an unusual placement that nighttime and that he wanted the scholar to add a fiddling bit of imagination to their drawing.

I hadn't a clue what he meant by ‘ strange office'until he turned to me and whispered,"Jon has told me that you'll pose exactly as I tell you. You're not going to give me any trouble are you ?"I was a bit shocked and surprised. Whenever he had spoken to me before he'd given me the imprint that he was a complete gentleman. This dominant style took me my surprise.

"right field,"he said,"go and get your clothes off while I get the roofy ready."Another surprise I thought, it sounded as if I wasn't going to have a trouble keeping still that night. I turned towards the changing silver screen and saw that it wasn't there. It was nowhere in the way. I turned back towards the teacher to assure him and to ask where I should get unclothe. He was in use opening a bag so after a quick think I though, ‘ what the sin'and walked to the face of the room where there were some chairs. I turned to face the division and saw that about half the students were watching me and the other half were watching the instructor rise some rophy out of the bag.

‘ Here goes'I said to myself, I looked at one man, smiled at him and then lifted my top up over my headland. The man was smiling back at me as I undid the little opus of Velcro that was holding my skirt up and dropped it to the floor. I then squatted down with my articulatio genus wide apart as I unfastened my sandals and the walked out of them.

My pussy was starting to tingle and get wet.

When I got back to the teacher he told me that he wanted me to climb up on the table and have got my arm out while he tied a rope to each of my wrist joint. He then threw the R-2 over blade bod that was holding the roof up and pulled my blazon up in the air.

Maybe I need to explain that the school was originally built round about the turn of the 19th / 20th century. It has had quite a number of ‘ extensions'added, some quite recently. We were in the old part, a ace story building.

The instructor then told me to propagate my legs and asked me if he needed to tie them to anything to keep them apart. I told him that it wasn't necessary, as I was comfortable as I was. I wondered if he knew that I spent quite a bit of prison term hanging my carpus, naked and spread-eagle. I looked down at the students and realised that my snatch was at about head height for most of the bookman. I got a trivial wetting agent as I thought about what some of them might be thinking and knowing that there would be about 20 duo of eyes staring at my pussy for the next hour.

The future 30 or so instant went in no time. I'd been daydreaming and when the teacher unfastened the ropes I suddenly realised that it had been a skillful daydream and that my pussycat felt really wet. I needed to go to the toilet and clean myself up a bit.

I told the instructor where I was going and marched out before he had a chance to finish saying that perhaps I should put some clothes on.

There was no one in the corridor or the toilet when I got there. I locked myself in cubicle, had a pee, wiped my pussy dry and was sat there playing with my clit when I heard some girls come in. I brought myself to an orgasm while I listened to them talking about what they were going to do to their boyfriends later that night.

They stopped talking and stared at me as I opened the stall door and walked to the sinkhole. As I was washing my hand one of them asked me where my dress where. I just said,"Art course of instruction"as if that would explain everything and walked out.

In the corridor a school janitor stopped short in his path and watched me as I walked passed him. poor people bloke, he looked as if he was about to have a ticker attack.

vertebral column in the classroom I wandered bout looking at different views of my spread-eagle naked body. One or two had taken ‘ artistic licence'and drawn me with excess ropes and belt on. One had actually drawn a dildo sticking out of my pussy. The detail that some had gone to while drawing my snatch and little gold rings was just amazing.



I didn't get fortune to see all the drawings before the instructor called me over to take up the airs. As I walked back I looked over to there the young man was that fancied me. He looked disappointed.

The instructor asked me if I was okay to continue and when I said I was he retied my wrists and told me to get back on the table.

The end of the lesson came all too soon. The teacher dismissed the class and left me up there while they were all leaving. It was weird saying goodbye to them as the walked passed me having one last look at my naked pussy.

When they'd all gone the teacher came over to me and asked me if I was okay with the different type of pose. I told him that I was and that I was used to being restrained like that."Not in public I suspect, did you enjoy it ? He asked. I think I actually blushed a bit as I admitted that I did before asking him when he was going to let me down.

He then told me that he'd got a bit of overtime lined-up for me and got another couple of ropes out of his bag. He tied my in good order leg to one leg of the board and as he was tying my left leg to the other end of the table he told me that he'd arranged for a twain of his mates to come and take some exposure of me.



For some reason I didn't think that any scathe could come to me, only good, so I wasn't worried. In fact I was excited. I felt another tingle and surge of juices.

A few minutes later 3 men and 2 women came in and started getting cameras out. Not a lot was said, but a lot of photo were taken. One of the women got a big dildo out of her bag and smiled at me as she pushed it into my kitty-cat before more pic were taken.

After about 5 transactions I was untied, the dildo was pulled out and I was told to lie on the table. Needless to say I was spread-eagle again. Thomas More photographs were taken and the instructor came and stood beside me and started playing with my pussycat. I suddenly realised how vulnerable I was and obviously looked scare because the instructor said,"Relax honey, we're not going to fuck you, if we did you wouldn't be back next week."

The six of them took it in turns to make me cum either with their hands or their mouths whilst the others kept taking Sir Thomas More photographs. By the end of it I was knackered and just lay there as they packed up and left. I was still lying there when the janitor came in to switch the lights off and lock up. Poor man got quite a surprise and said,"Sorry."I got up and put my wearing apparel on as he watched me. As I walked out I said,"Don't be dismal, I'm not."

I didn't William Tell Jon about the photographers.

Week 3

Driving to the school I was wondering what was in stock for me. I'd put just a fall behind fitting cotton mini dress and shoes on, and as I walked into the school day the wind instrument was blowing it everywhere.

I was a bit deep, and by the prison term I got to the classroom everyone was there waiting for me. The teacher came up to me and said that he was getting a bit disturbed that I might not be there. He then told everyone that I was going to pose in a very submissive pose and that he wanted them to outline me exactly as they saw me, no extra bits. Concentrate on what they could actually see.

He then told me to get strip and onto the table. Again the changing screen door was missing so I just whipped my garb straight up over my head, kicked my shoes off and climbed onto the tabular array. The teacher then told me how he wanted me to dumbfound. What he described was the perspective that I have to get into when Jon tells me to ‘ take for granted the spot ’. On my knees with them all-encompassing apart. I then have to tilt back as far as I can and support my body with my bridge player on the flooring. I've lost could of the number of times that I've been in this position, and for how long. If you add it all up it must be days, so another hour wasn't going to make much difference. The difference this time was that there would be 20 odd pairs of eyes looking at me and my gap pussy.

Again the meter went very quickly as recalled the old nighttime's session on the fucking automobile at home. Jon had left me on the car until I'd nearly passed out, then he'd fucked me until I came for the sixth time. I was still a bit sore.

At the fracture I needed the potty again ; I needed to pee and cum. The teacher didn't bother to say anything as I walked out of the classroom still naked. I didn't see anyone again and relieved both aches in ataraxis and quiet.

However, as I went back onto the corridor there was a grouping of teenagers walking towards me. They were all dressed in sports gear and looked as if they'd just escaped from the gym.

They saw me just as quickly as I saw them. I had a disunited instant to decide to either jump back into the girl's toilet or maintain going. You've guessed it, I kept going.

The teenagers ( boys and girls ) were all about 18 and they came out with all the comments that you'd expect in a situation like that. I was in the middle of the corridor and expecting them to break ranks and let me through the middle of them. I was expecting ( and hoping for ) a few groping manus, but I wasn't expecting them to break off and block the corridor.

They surrounded me and didn't move when I asked them to. Whilst some of them were feeling my tits and pussy, one of them asked me why I was naked. I told them that I was the fashion model in the Art class. Another said that I shouldn't walk round the school without clothes on because anything could chance to me. When another said that they should teach me a lesson I started to get a niggling concern. They bundled me back into the missy's toilets and discussed what they should do with me. Thankfully, when one of the lads suggested that all the fellow should ‘ bed the ass off me'the others didn't agree.

In the end they agreed that since I was a nude painting poser I should be made to nude example for a lot more than people.

With one lad holding either of my limb they ran me all round the school corridors and international through the car parking area onto the principal road, back into the school grounds and onto the mutation field. Most of the group were following us.

I suppose that the lads thought that I was running so easily because they were holding my arms. In realness I was loving it. It was an excuse to be naked in world and to shock a few multitude. I knew that if we were caught I could get away with it by saying that the gent were forcing me to do it. If only they knew.

As we went down one of the corridors we had to barge our way through a yoke of classes that were ending. I've no estimate what they were, but all the mass were grownup and we got a few commentary from some of them. There were a few hoi polloi in the car park and a lot more on the main road. I heard a span of tire screeches as on or two motorists got distracted.

When we got into the middle of the mutant field the lads let go of me and one of them said,"Let that be a lesson girl,"and they all walked off laughing.

I stood there for a minute or so getting my intimation back the worked out the best way to get back to the Art division. We'd gone in a big round and the Art classroom wasn't that far away. I only had a mates of classroom windowpane to exit before could get back into the building and then down a suddenly bit of corridor and I'd be there.

As I was walking down the route passed the schoolroom I looked in to see a couple of people looking out towards me. One man had a big grinning on his aspect.

When I got back the instructor asked me if I was all right hand, he though that I might be ill or something. He didn't ask me about the bits of wet forage on my feet.

Anyway, it was back into the post and try to relax. About one-half way through the session I looked round the room a bit and saw that the untried man who'd tried to shoot the breeze me up was trying to attract my attention. He was at the book binding of the room and it was dubious that any of the other bookman could see him unless they turned beat. Out eyes met for a second and instead of him getting on with his sketch he rubbed the forepart of his pant and pretended to wank himself.

At the end of the object lesson the teacher asked me to stay as I was while he dismissed the grade. When they'd all gone he came and stood at the mesa at my human knee end. In upshot, right between my legs. He looked me up and down then said,"No photographers tonight, but I just wanted to tell you that you will really revel future week's stratum. You'll go home base shattered."When I told him that I was looking forward to it he turned, picked up his bags and walked out saying,"Good, see you next hebdomad then."

I put my dress and shoe on and went home plate. When I told Jon about the radical of teenagers he just laughed and told me to be careful.

week 4

I was a bit late getting to the division and everyone was waiting for me. As soon as I walked in the instructor told everyone that he wanted them to try to seize the modality that I would soon be in. One of the charwoman asked him what mood I would be in. His reply was just two tidings,"Sexual excitement."When he said that I turned and looked at him and I heard one of the youthful men say,"Nice one teach."

I didn't bother looking for the changing CRT screen and just whipped my dress up and off. I didn't know what to expect early than that I was going to be sexually excited in front of 20 plus people. I was wondering how, looking forward to it and getting a bit dampen. My tit were already shake hard.

When I got up onto the table the instructor tied my wrist to the roof beams the same way he'd done the indorse time I'd posed. This sentence he'd got me to stand on a few books and when my articulatio radiocarpea were secured he removed the books leaving me dangling there. After he'd done that he told me to unfold my legs wide and he tied my ankles to the legs of the tabular array. I was tied spread-eagle in mid air, and with no way to move.

At that degree I didn't know if my state of intimate excitement was enough for what the teacher wanted. It wasn't really visible - apart from my slightly wet pussy and concentrated mamilla ; and being restrained like that for the next hour wasn't going to wear upon me out.

What happened next had me puzzled to startle off with. The teacher got a little postpone and put it middle my ramification. Next he got a few books and put them on it. On top of that he got something that I hadn't seen for years, a metronome that he must let borrowed from the music elbow room. Then he got a big plumage out of his bag and taped it to the metronome arm so that it was just touching my snatch. Then he set the metronome arm going backwards and forwards. My pussy was getting a very rhythmic tickle.

As I started to interpret what was going to occur to me I heard the teacher tell the students to concentrate on drawing my body first. He told them that it would take a while for my side to get the look that he wanted them to capture.

It didn't take long. Within a couple of arcminute my nipple were so hard that I thought they were going to burst and my pussy was really coming alive. I could finger my succus leaking out of me. Five minutes later I was very close to cumming. I guess that the teacher could tell that because he said,"Try and hold it Vanessa, the students need more than time to get your expression down on paper."

Well I tried, it wasn't as if I could back away, or come together my wooden leg. I tried to focus on anything but the inevitable. I looked round the room at the faces of the students. I tried to concentrate on the faces that were getting on with their sketching and looked oblivious to the situation. Every prison term I stared at one of those the great unwashed I'd see a motility out of the street corner of my eye that would distract me. Only about 60 % of the student were just getting on with their job. The early 40 % were being affected.

There was one middle-aged woman who was sketching with one hand whilst her former hand was sliding up and down her physical structure. I had to front at someone else because I was certainly she was about to take hold of one of her tits or rub her slit.

I saw one young man who definitely had a hard-on, and he was licking his sassing as well. Another previous man was actually rubbing his dick through his trousers.

The inevitable happened and I started to cum. My head was rolling from slope to side and I could hear myself moaning. On top of that ( or should I say below that ), I could find my juice rushing out of me. I desperately wanted a putz inside me but all I was getting was that damned feather.

No Oklahoman than my get-go sexual climax started to subside than I could feel a indorsement start. I tried to fight it but I didn't stand a probability. It hit me harder than the first. Right in the middle of it I looked round the way and saw that one middle-aged woman was looking all hot and bothered. I wondered what state her knickers ( if she was wearing any ) were in.

When I started to come in down from my high, the teacher came over and told me that it was time for a break. He stopped the metronome, took the plumage off and showed it to me. It was saturated. He then asked me if I wanted to be untied for the break. When I told him that I was O.K. and was used to being restrained in interchangeable positions he said,"goodness, it would be a waste of valuable time untying then retying me.

I slowly started to chill down a bit and became very aware of the State of my pussy and stage. I could feel my twat gaping open and my succus running down my legs. Even my infantry felt wet although that may have been sweat.

During the break a few of the pupil came and had a nigh aspect at me. As I looked down on them I could see a miscellany of pursuit and lecherousness on their faces. I could see what looked the likes of painful bulges in the pant of most of the men. One of the younger men was stood in front man of me for eld. Never once did his optic look up and meet mine. He was the finale to go back to his easel and just before he left I could hear him muttering,"What I could do with that."It wasn't his dick that I wanted inside me, it was Jon's.

After a while the teacher came and put a new feather in the metronome and started it going again. My trunk jumped as the feather touched my pussy the first of all time. Before he told the students to get on with their sketching, the teacher looked up and asked me if I was all right to continue. I looked down at him and said,"Yes please."

It didn't take long for that familiar flavor in my bring down belly and pussy to start again and within 4 or 5 minutes I was cumming again and again and again. I must get had half a dozen orgasms before I finally passed out.

When I came round I first felt the sweat that I was covered in. Straight after that it was the feather. I had another orgasm before I heard the teacher say,"Okay, that's enough."

I was just hanging there for ages before the teacher shoplifter my wooden leg onto the books and then untied me. As he untied my last wrist I started to collapse and he had to put his arm round me to bar me from falling. To be fair to the teacher he aimed at putting his arm round of golf my waist. Because I was covered in sweat I kept slipping down and he only managed to keep me from falling when his arm had slipped up to my axillary cavity. By that time his had was holding my get out breast. He held me like that until I was standing on the priming coat. He lowered me onto a chair and said,"You stay there while the students culture off."

I was knackered ; it took me about 5 minutes to finger able to resist up. When I did I slowly walked round the room. I wanted to see the study. Some were quite full, some not. A duet of them were quite interesting. They showed little drops of liquid in mid air below my snatch. I guess that I'd been squirting when I'd had my orgasms.

Shortly after that the teacher ended the lesson and the scholarly person left. The teacher spent ages looking at all the resume while I just sat there trying to encounter some vim. Eventually the instructor got up and thanked me for posing for the course. He said something about there not being many chance for artist to capture true human emotions. All I could call up of to saw was,"The pleasure was all mine,"which it was. I know that I'm now a fully-fledged show-off and it really had been a pleasure. It's one matter letting people see me bare, but it's something else letting them see me having multiple orgasms. It was a material turn-on.

The teacher then said that he really had to put away the elbow room and leave. I told him that I'd go and have a shower before going home. All that sweating had left me feeling quite dirty. I picked-up my apparel and shoes and wandered out into the corridor. There was no one out there, it was getting recently and I guess that most people had gone home.

Just down the corridor are the lady friend's sewer. Through a door at the back are the little girl's changing rooms and rain shower. I dropped my dress and shoes in the corner and went into the showers. It felt good. I stayed soaking for ages and not thinking about anything other than the pleasance that I'd just had. The adjacent thing that I knew was that there was a man staring at me. I saw him out of the corner of my eye. He didn't say anything, and I didn't react to his comportment. I just kept soaking up the warm H2O.

After a few second with neither of us doing anything, the presence of a man watching me raw in the shower started to get me going again. I felt my pap get hard and my pussy aching. That ache had to be relieved so my redress handwriting slowly worked its way down to my clitoris. As my right hand got in use I still pretended that I hadn't seen him. It didn't take long for me to cum again, but as I did my brain went up and I could no longer pretend that I hadn't seen him.

He realised that I was looking at him and he went brilliant red and started to severalize me that he was the caretaker. He'd heard the pee running and come to investigate. He said that he thought that everyone had gone home and that mortal had left a exhibitor running. The pitiable man was quite embarrassed.

I turned the exhibitor off, then told him that I'd been in the Art class and needed a shower before going home. I didn't make any endeavor to cover myself as I asked him if he'd got a towel that I could borrow. He said that he hadn't, but that there might be one in one of the footlocker in the changing room. I asked him if he could look for me and I followed him out into the changing room.

He must have looked in just about all the lockers before turning towards me and saying,"Nothing, but I've got one in my shop, I'll go and get it."He turned and walked out.

I couldn't see much compass point in hanging around waiting so I picked up my dress and brake shoe and followed him. It was only when he had to unfold a doorway that he realised that I was behind him. He started telling me that I shouldn't be walking around the school naked but I interrupted him and told him I didn't think that it would matter as we were the only ones there. He didn't say anything and kept walking.

We got to an outside threshold and as he opened it he turned to me. As he looked me up and down he said that I'd better wait there as someone might see me outside. I just said that I didn't mind and kept following him.

Fortunately, or unfortunately, there was no one around and we walked across a yard and into a little workshop. He opened a cupboard and got out a towel and gave it to me. By that time I was just about dry ( apart from my fuzz ) and I just rubbed my fuzz. As I was doing this I could see the caretaker staring at me. I took my time so that he could accept a good look. Eventually I stopped, gave him the towel back and thanked him.

We both stood there staring at each former for what seemed like an timelessness, but was probably only a few seconds. In the end I broke the silence and said,"The Kid don't come in here then."He just said,"What ?"I pointed to the calendar on the paries. It has a big picture of a raw woman with her legs unfold a bit. I could just see the folds of her haired puss rim.

"Yes, err No"he said. The man was obviously nervous about being alone with a naked woman so I said,"Sorry, but I don't come upto her standards."That seemed to settle him a bit because he said,"You're more beautiful than her, I don't really like big knocker, and you shave down there. Besides, you're here in the soma, she isn't."

We got talking a bit and I told him what I was doing at the school. After a seconds thought he nervously asked me if I'd pose for him. It was getting a bit belated and Jon would be wondering where I was, but I said,"Okay, but just for a few minutes, my husband will be waiting for me."With that he was off saying,"Back in two minutes."

While he was gone I had a look round. In one draw I found some old fete mag. I remembered Jon telling me about some of the letters that he'd read in them.

The caretaker came back out of breath ; he said that he thought I might have gone or that he'd uncovering that he was dreaming and that I wasn't real. I smiled at him and said,"I'm real all right on. Now how do you want me to pose ?"I was a bit surprised when he said,"With your wooden leg encompassing open."

We spent the next 10 minutes with him taking photographs of me from all Angle. He took some material close-ups of my pussy and I have to take on that I was getting turned-on. My snatch was real damp.

Eventually he ran out of film and thanked me. I told him that it had been my pleasure but I really had to go. As I was putting my place and dress on he thanked me again, and said,"See you around."As I walked out he said,"No underwear ?"“ Don't believe it in."I shouted back. What a dainty man.

Anyway, that's all about my fun as a ‘ mature'schoolgirl and model. I have other experiences that Jon has told me to document. I'm sure that Jon will get me to write all of them on my web pages, as and when he's read them and is happy with them.

Love

Vanessa