Introduction

Hi, my name is Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound figure with blondish whisker. In 1998 I quit my boring universe in a lilliputian town in N Wales and went to work as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the Orient midland of England. It was a endure decisiveness to make as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advert in a BDSM magazine that someone had left in the hairstylist where I worked. I didn't really jazz what I was letting myself in for, but I really did ask to do something because my life was so somber and drilling. Even the interview for the job was unbelievable, but I was so desperate to change my spirit 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 save a Journal of my new sprightliness, and he has since created a web site that it is published on.

If you care to read my Journal you will discover that my kinship 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 adventures that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a little bit of hair that grows on my peg, I have no body hair below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with pocket-sized ( ish ), saucy breasts that have small-scale aureoles and titan mamilla. When they're backbreaking Jon says they're like chapel service hat pegs. I have a nice business firm, flatbed tum with a pubic bone that does stand by out a bit. In my pussy lips I have 2 little atomic number 79 rings that Jon put in me. My clitoris is very prominent and is usually sticking out between my lips. It's about an inch long with a petty fill out oral sex. Jon sometimes calls it my footling tool. I don't own any brassiere, knickers, trouser, leggings or shorts ; and 90 % of my skirts and clothes can be described as mini or micro. I used to be a very shy missy, but I've now gone completely the former way, and get a great shiver 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 like to e-mail me with specific questions.

Jon told me to barricade writing my Journal 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 Internet looking for melodic theme for minuscule adventure 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 diary. At first-class honours degree I was a bit riled about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that someone thought our adventures were good enough to copy. I've started thinking that way as well.

The Lost Bet

One Sunday finally summer Jon was watching a F1 thou Prix. Trying to testify some interest I asked Jon who was winning. His reply didn't make much sense to me, but just for a bit of a jest I said,"I bet the red car wins."Jon took me up on the bet, which I eventually lost. Jon was happy when he told me that I had lost and told me that as the forfeit, I would sustain to do something exceptional for him. Nothing really unlike there, as I always do what Jon tells me, whatever he asks.

Jon kept me waiting for about a month before I had to pay my forfeit. Whenever I asked him he said that there was a lot of organising to do.

Eventually, one Friday good afternoon Vicky and Bridie arrived at our house at 8 o'clock. We all piled into Jon's car and he drove us to somewhere in Rebecca West Yorkshire. It was a rugby nine, but I've no mind where. We 3 lady friend were to provide wait service for the drinks whilst a comedian did his display. We were the only when women there. The comedian was real down-to-earth and quite a disgusting really. Quite funny as well. Oh, we had to wear just ultra-short annulus and brake shoe - nothing else.

I'm sure that Vicky and Bridie got groped as much as I did ; by the time the display ended I was soaking.

As the comedian was coming to the end of his show he asked me to go to a room at the side of the stage. Jon was waiting for me and he gave me a schoolgirl's uniform ( complete with bra and horrible schoolgirl knickers ) to put on, and then a pack of cigarettes to put down my blouse. He then told me that we were going to give a show exchangeable to the one that we'd put on in the stool pigeon a few years ago.

Jon put on one of those teacher'matt hat thing and a gown, and we went out. On the stage Jon pretended to be the teacher who had stopped a lady friend who he suspected had some cigarettes. He asked me for them and I said I didn't have any. He said that he didn't believe me and that he'd have to research me.

He told me to withdraw my blouse off. I did, tucking the cigaret into the band of my wench as I did so. Next it was the bra, then the wench. Finally it was the Navy blue breeches. As they came off the cigaret fell onto the floor.

Jon then told me that schoolgirls who smoked and lied got punished. A cane then appeared and I had to bend over, with my backside facing the audience. Jon gave me 5 CVA in quick succession. As always, after each one I thanked him.

I then had to pass around my peg as widely as I could, giving the audience an even better position of my dripping kitty-cat. As I did so I saw Vicky and Bridie through my outdoors legs, each of them was sitting on a man's stifle with the man 's mitt on their bald twat.

Jon then gave me 10 more strokes harder than before. Some of them were getting just one boldness as the end of the cane whipped round onto my pussy.

I came during the adjacent and last 5. I needed to put one hand down on the story to break myself falling over. I was still shaking when Jon told me to suffer up and confront the audience. As I calmed down I could hear all variety of comments from the crowd.

Next Jon asked if it was anyone's natal day. When he got no reply he asked if it was a stag night. The completely crowd pointed at one Pres Young man and called out the figure Martin. Jon then asked Bridie and Vicky to bring St. Martin up onto the stage.

Poor Martin, he was so mortified, even though he was a bit drunk.

Jon then asked the audience if Martin should facilitate to punish the naughty schoolgirl. imagine what everyone said ?

I then had to bend over again while Martin first stuck a couple of digit in my pussy, and then hit my buns with the cane. He wasn't very good at co-ordinating his movement so Jon told him to lie down on the floor. When he was down, Jon told Vicky and Birdie to strip him. Vicky and Bridie were on him in a New York minute, and got his clothes off, even though he was struggling a bit. He had a semi that he was trying to cover-up. Pointing at Martin's semifinal, Jon told Vicky and Bridie to do something about that. While Vicky and Bride played with and sucked Martin's hawkshaw, Jon told me to squat down on Dean Martin face.

Poor Martin, he was in promised land and hell. After a couple of minutes, Jon got a prophylactic out of his pocket and gave it to Bridie. She didn't need telling what to do. When it was on Vicky and Bridie stood up and Jon told me to impale myself on Dean Martin's dick.

That was the first time that Jon has told me to fuck another man. I was a bit surprised at for the first time, and as I was standing up I looked at Jon who gave a petty nod.

I lowered myself down and then started going up and down on my knees. While I was doing this Jon told Vicky and Bridie to do a 69 with each other. They didn't need to be told twice.

It wasn't foresightful before I could find Steve Martin cum so I went down as hard as I could and then lay back. As his dick went sonant I could feel it sliding out of me.

When Martin finally flopped right out, Jon told me to get Martin's clothes, take him into the changing elbow room then derive back.

When I got back, Vicky and Bridie were still at each other.

I thought that the display would hold been over then, but Jon had one Sir Thomas More thing that I had to do. He told the consultation that I would be walking round the room, and if anyone wanted to put me over their stifle and spank me, they could, but for no longer than 20 sec each. He asked everyone to play fairly so that everyone who wanted to could have a go.

I looked daily round and there must have been 50 or 60 men in there. I was a bit pall, but I knew that Jon would pee-pee indisputable that I was okay.

I looked at Jon then went over to the corner of the room and asked the young man if he wanted to spank me.

In the succeeding 30 or 40 mo my backside got redder and blood-red and more painful. My purulent got more and sorer as it got finger fucked by about 50 Edward Young men. My nipples got twisted, pulled and pinched until they were very tender. I even got a couple of finger pushed into my backside.

After about the 15th knee it all got to be a bit of a sexual high haze. I came 2 or 3 clock time and the men had to lift me from articulatio genus to knee. I remember slipping out of the hands and falling onto the storey once. It wasn't the men's fault ; I was covered in sweat and pussy juice.

To be fair to the men, not one of them tried to take reward of me, they all ( I think ) took no more than the 20 seconds that Jon had told them.

When I finally got back to where I started I was absolutely shattered, I could hardly stand up. Vicky and Bridie had to hold me up.

The fun was over and with Jon thanking everyone for helping to penalize me we all went to the changing room and into the showers. The four of us in the big shower bath area. Jon had missed out on having the fun so Vicky and Bridie were taking concern of his erection while I just stood under the affectionate weewee soothing my painful backside.

I was just starting to feel something like normal when Martin came in with a tray of drink. Jon invited him to conjoin us but he declined.

On the way home Bridie and Vicky both told me that they'd been very spooky before it all started, but that had all disappeared once they'd had the odd finger or two in their pussies.

birthday suit, a most unexpected by pleasurable forfeiture. I think I will own to have a few more bets with Jon.

lovemaking,

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