Introduction

Hi, my name is Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound image with blondish hair. In 1998 I quit my boring universe in a little townspeople in north strake and went to work as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the eastern United States Midlands of England. It was a brave determination to nominate 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 know what I was letting myself in for, but I really did need to do something because my biography was so drab and boring. Even the interview for the job was unbelievable, but I was so desperate to change my aliveness 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 site that it is published on.

If you care to study my Journal you will notice that my relationship with Jon is rather different to that of most employee and employer, but I have easily come to actualise that I have a life that just could not be more satisfying or enjoyable. I love my life history and all the petty escapade that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a little bit of haircloth that grows on my pegleg, I have no body whisker below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with belittled ( ish ), pert boob that have small glory and giant nipples. When they're firmly Jon says they're like chapel service hat pegs. I have a prissy business firm, flat tum with a pubic bone that does stick out a bit. In my pussy back talk I have 2 petty gold closed chain 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 minuscule turn head. Jon sometimes calls it my little tool. I don't own any bandeau, breeches, trousers, leging or shorts ; and 90 % of my skirts 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 large thrill from letting other citizenry 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 contain writing my Journal in the summertime of 1999, but has recently asked me to document, some of the more concern experiences that we have had since then.

Both Jon and I have been scouring the cyberspace looking for ideas for little escapade or incidents that we could manufacture to experience 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 escapade that we've had and that I've written about in my daybook. At first I was a bit annoyed about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that individual thought our adventures were good enough to copy. I've started thinking that way as well.

Temping

I left my hairdressing job a while back. The management were getting a bit fed-up with me taking so a lot time off, so I quit.

I was getting a bit bored at the end of terminal year, and after discussing it with Jon I signed-on for a Temp Agency. I didn't do many Job for them before quitting, but there were a duo that are worth telling you about.

The initiatory was a house of Solicitors. It was only small with 3 qualified Solicitors and a couple of secretaire. One of these was off sick and they needed someone for a distich of calendar week to calculate after visitors and do the filing. The firm was founded by the old man Solicitor and the early 2 canvasser are charwoman in their thirty, both well over weight.

The federal agency told me that I would sustain to dress out smartly so the weekend before I started I made a distich of bird that are to mid-thigh - long for me. Jon made trusted that they had slits up the spine and presence. I wore them with rather pocket-sized baggy blouses that tucked into the skirt.

When I got there I found that the office 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 secretaire showed me to my desk and told me that the lady friend that was off sick usually wore pant and pointed to the front of the desk. No modesty display board. I told her that I didn't have any worthy trouser, which is almost unfeigned - 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 nearly of the first couple of days getting used to the telephony system of rules before I managed to loose and start up to have some fun.

Each time I heard the room access at the bottom of the stairs open I'd get back to my desk and sneak a spirit to see who it was. If it were a man I'd let my articulatio genus part and watch their eyes to see if they looked. If it was a hunky man and he looked, I'd let my knees wander even further apart.

After I'd phoned whoever to secern them that their visitor was there, I'd ask the visitor to sit in the waiting field that was in front of my desk, but to a svelte angle. It's amazing how the men would always sit on the hindquarters that had the best view up my skirt. I made sure that some of them really go distracted from their business there.

There are some filing cabinets just near the visitor place and I made surely that I always had some papers that needed to be filed in the bottom locker.

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

His position is one of these ‘ old populace'places with bookcases all up the bulwark with a little step ravel to get up to them. After a yoke of days he started asking me to get the books that he wanted that were high up. I smiled the firstly fourth dimension 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 hebdomad he was either a lot younger, or about to snuff if with over-excitement.

The two female solicitor were miserable thing. I'm sure that they realised what was going on, but they never said anything, just gave me stacks of work to do. The former Secretary always wore long chick or trousers and never seemed to desire to get into conversation. I caught her staring at me a couple of times, and it was a commodity job that her desk faced away from the visitor's waiting arena.

At the end of my fourth dimension there the old man thanked me for brightening the place up, and said that he wished that he could keep open me on recollective.



The bit interesting temporary 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 shortly while after I told Jon what I was going to do he enjoin me that I had to wear thin my remote controlled egg every day.

The first off morn went quite quickly, but at lunchtime, just as I was in the centre of serving an old ma'am, the egg got switched on. I was in mid-sentence when I suddenly gasped, bent over slightly and started shaking. After a few endorsement I managed to compose myself enough to appear 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 persist in serving customers while I looked round for Jon. I couldn't see him anywhere.

About 15 minute of arc later the footstep of the vibrations increased and I still couldn't see Jon. Then it got higher. I was in grievous danger on cumming while serving a customer. I was starting to perspire and kept pulling a face and stifling a screech.

As I came the kickoff time, one of the other daughter 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 minute !"

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

The like matter happened for the following 3 twenty-four hour period. 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 lunch period, just as I was building up to my second sexual climax, the egg went on to full. I had a really difficult meter trying to concentrate and to depend rule. I haven't a cue what the customer 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 time our oculus met she smiled at me with that knowing look.

The egg stayed on full for about another hour, it was agony and swell all at the same metre. In the end, I looked up at the next 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 fully until he'd finished his tiffin and left wing.

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

love,

Vanessa