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Hi, my name is Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound figure with blondish tomentum. In 1998 I quit my boring existence in a piddling town in North Wales and went to knead as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the E midland of England. It was a brave decision to ca-ca as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advert in a BDSM clip that somebody had left in the hairdressers where I worked. I didn't really bang what I was letting myself in for, but I really did require to do something because my life story was so drab and boring. Even the interview for the job was unbelievable, but I was so desperate to change my lifespan 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, and he has since created a web site that it is published on.

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

If you care to show my Journal you will discover that my human relationship with Jon is rather different to that of nigh employee and employer, but I have easily come to realise that I have a life that just could not be more satisfying or gratifying. I love my life and all the little adventures that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a piffling bit of hair 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 minuscule ( ish ), pert breasts that have belittled halo and giant nipples. When they're strong Jon says they're like chapel service hat peg. I have a Nice firm, matte stomach with a pubic bone that does amaze out a bit. In my kitty-cat mouth I have 2 little Au band that Jon put in me. My clit is very prominent and is usually sticking out between my lips. It's about an inch long with a slight round head. Jon sometimes calls it my little tool. I don't own any bra, knickerbockers, trousers, leggings or shorts ; and 90 % of my doll and dresses 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 outstanding thrill from letting other people see my body.

I hope that's enough to satisfy the mass who asked. If it isn't, perhaps they would like to email 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 interesting experiences that we have had since then.

Both Jon and I have been scouring the net looking for ideas for minuscule dangerous undertaking or incidents that we could manufacture to receive some fun. We've found one or two tarradiddle that appear to be slightly rewritten written matter of some of the text in my Journal, 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 person thought our escapade were good enough to copy. I've started thinking that way as well.

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

Going to dark School

If you've read my Journal you will bang that I'm not a very big person ( well, the features that you can see when I've got some apparel on ) and that my face is quite Pres Young looking. Just before Christmas 2000 I'd lost my parttime job as a hairstylist when the construction that the salon was in caught ardor. Just after Christmastide 2000 Jon decided that I would go back to school. At first base I was a bit horrified that he wanted me to spend days sitting through boring lessons, but after a couple of mo of explanation I started looking forward to it.

Jon took me to a comprehensive school at the other face of townsfolk and I signed-up for computing device Literacy line. He said that it was prison term that I learned a bit more about PCs. The next night he took me to a college and into an Art family. When I saw all the scholarly person sketching a gang of bloom that was on a desk in the midriff of the room I got a petty disturbed and excited. I tried to assure Jon that I was a hopeless artist, but he wouldn't listen to me.

A distich of minutes later the instructor came into the classroom and over to us. Jon asked if he was still looking for a life model. At first I didn't twig but as the teacher looked me up and down I realised that Jon wanted me to baffle for the category. I got all excited thinking 'wow, legitimate flashing ’. Without even talking to me Jon and the teacher agreed that I'd pose for the form on each Monday evening for the following 4 calendar week.

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

Computer Class

I was just starting to put some clothes on to go to my offset evening class when Jon told me to have on a blouse and skirt. The blouse he told me to wear was quite baggy and he told me not to fasten the top 3 clitoris. This meant that the eminent button that was fastened was right in the midriff 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 annulus much so that it only needed me to lean forward a lilliputian for there to be a gaping hole for him to see in when he stood side by side to me.

I put a coat on and labour Jon's car to the school.

When I got there and found the powerful schoolroom, 4 other the great unwashed were already sat in nominal head 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 older men's eyes opened wide when he saw my micro dame. I smiled at him and asked if I could sit at any of the desks. After a slim break he said ‘ yes'so I chose a desk on the side of an gangway so that the teacher would be stood to my left. I sat not too close to the desk so that I had to angle forward a bit. Sat like that also meant that a lot of my thighs would be showing and perhaps a bit of my bald pubes too, especially as I never cross my legs.

Another 5 or 6 people came in and then the teacher. He was a bald, middle-aged man, married man ; well he was wearing a marriage halo. After the entry the instructor got us to switch the PCs on and then told us how to run a program that showed us all about the different turn of a PC. I pretended that I had never used a PC before and that I couldn't find the push button that he was telling us to penetrate on. After he tried to key where I should be looking and me saying that I couldn't see it, he finally came over to shew me.

Poor man, he just about stopped dead in his tracks when he saw my skirt and branch. I saw him redden a niggling as he stood beside me and pointed to the clit on the screen. As he walked back to the front, he turned and looked back to me for a second before continuing with his lesson.

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

This happened another span of times and then just before the end of the lesson I needed his help again. This clock time he came and stood in straw man of my desk and leaned over my PC monitor to demo me where something was. As he leaned forward I could see that his eye were looking straight up my skirt.

The second lesson.

When I arrived the side by side workweek I was a little belated and there was only one PC justify. That was in the centre of the movement row. I'd just got myself organised when the instructor came in. It wasn't the same man. The new man ( Peter 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 peaked and that he would be taking over the class. When we did the beat 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 cerebrate about the fun I could induce. 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 base trip into technophobic whatever that I decided to try to bring him back to terra firma. Up until then I'd been sat with my articulatio genus tightly together and been concentrating on the lesson, but I was getting bored listening to irrelevant gobbledegook so I let my human knee region.

St. Peter the Apostle was walking back and Forth River across the forepart of the elbow room and so deep into his piddling story that it took historic period for him recognise what he was missing. He kept looking down at the trading floor, but never towards me. Eventually he did reckon over towards me. He stooped mid sentence, went bright red, and then carried on talking. He stared at my legs, and up my skirt, for a few seconds then looked me in the eye. I just smiled at him.

The inadequate man just seemed to lose it from that item in the object lesson. He kept sneaking glances at my legs and pussy, but he looked as if he was a naughty schoolboy doing something that he shouldn't. Even though he went to help other students with problems, he wouldn't come near me. Each time I asked him a inquiry he stayed at the front and explained in not bad detail what I should be doing.

At the end of the object lesson he was gone before anyone else. I overheard a couple of the students talking as they went out, one was saying that the teacher was cunning and shy.

The third lesson.

I'd enjoyed my little game with the ‘ new'teacher the previous workweek and wanted to retain it so I arrived early to make water surely that I got the Lapp PC. I was a little storm to find that not only was the teacher already there, but that he'd put a chair in the heart of the front of the class. I was looking at it when shaft said ‘ right eventide ’, and explained that he'd had an chance event and pain a leg. He was going to use the chairwoman 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 rest of the student arrived and the class got started. Yes, some ( almost ) of the men were ogling my ultra short circuit skirt and low cut, lose top, and some of the women were giving me muddy looks ; but I'm used to that. My only involvement that Nox were learning a bit more about PCs, and having some fun with the teacher.

cock explained the chair to everyone and was limping about. After about 10 min he sat on the chair and kept talking. After a spell he gave us an practice session to do and as I started it I looked up and saw where he was looking.

My knee joint 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 human foot apart.

I got on with the drill 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 cover asked him another question and he had to go and show 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 gumshoe either, and there was quite a bulge in the front tight of his blue jean. It looked quite painful.

By then I'd realised that he had found his confidence and was out to savour 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 pack.

I wanted to see how far I could go before he got embarrassed again. I shuffled my chairman right under the desk. If I'd had a longer annulus on it would have risen up. As it was my plain backside was on the wooden chair. I let my left over hand drop onto my leg whenever it wasn't needed on the keyboard. Every so often I'd reach down and pull in one of my hoop or flick my clit.

The first gear sentence I did it Peter did a double proceeds. The second time his head moved down towards me a bit.

After I finished the workout there was a gap while some of the obtuse bookman caught up. I used that time to ‘ toy'with my clitoris and annulus. I wasn't actually frigging, but close to it.

Peter was mesmerised and missed a couple of questions. One of the old men had to repeat himself tatty, to get Peter to snap out of his trance.

The object lesson went on in a similar way and I was finding it unmanageable trying to typewrite with my right hand whilst playing with my clit with my remaining hired hand. It's not the existent typing ; it's concentrating decent to know what to type.

By the clock time the lesson was nearly over I was getting close to cumming. There was no way that I wanted to leave alone without actually cumming in front of the teacher so when Peter said that there was just one more little thing to do before we all went rest home, I went for it.

Just after Peter had finished telling everyone what he wanted them to do, I came. I shut my eyes, squeezed my oral cavity lips shut, and went over the edge. Somehow I managed to keep open quiet and I don't think that anyone realised what was happening - other than cock. When I opened my eyes and looked at him his eyes were locked on my pussy.

When I coughed a bit he looked up at my human face. I smiled and he went shining red.

At the end of the lesson cock asked me to stop back for a mo. As I waited for everyone else to leave 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 drink with him. I lied and told him that my husband was waiting outside for me.

The next duo of weeks were very similar to the tierce week. St. Peter the Apostle kept sitting on the chair in front of me, but his walking limp had gone. I kept teasing him.

If anything different happens Jon has told me to drop a line about it.

Art Class

Week 1

I was very nervous as I drove to the college. former that afternoon I spent geezerhood trying to decide what I should wear. In the end I came to my senses and remembered that no one was interest in what I was wearing going to the course of study. I put on a simple cotton mini dress and shoes.

I was still nervous 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 pregnant pause 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 nada 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 need to pee and that I didn't want to have to go right in the centre of the school term. He smiled and asked if I was ready to get started. I said that I was and asked what I had to do.

The teacher then called for muteness and told everyone who I was and started telling them how they had to adumbrate me.

While he was doing that I looked circle. There were about 20 citizenry in there. Men and cleaning woman of all old age from about 18 to 80. Some of them smiled at me and said hello while others just keep open quiet.

The teacher then told me to go behind the silver screen in the recession, take my apparel off, put my gown on and follow 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 dress and brake shoe to take off it doesn't take retentive and I was back within seconds. As I walked back I looked around and saw a duo of the men looking at me. One was a young man about 20. He didn't look as if he was only there for the art. His look brought that companion chill 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 board with one leg bent at the knee and the other straight out. He told me to hold open my knee joint nearly together, but I let them stray to about 6 inches apart. One hired hand was on the table behind me, whilst the early was on my thigh. I had to look up into the top nook of the room.

Once the instructor was felicitous with my pose he called all the pupil over and started telling and showing then which parts of my trunk he wanted them to rivet on. One component part was my breasts. As he said that my nipples went even firmly than they already were.

There were 20 people stood all around me looking down on my naked consistency. Some were stood at my feet and I'm sure that they could see my juice leaking out of my cunt. One woman whispered to another next to her, but she wasn't quiet enough. I think that nigh of the people in there see her say,"I've never seen a woman 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 Lapplander time I was enjoying it.

After what seemed like an timelessness the teacher came to the front and told me to cause a 10 minute breaking. I was thankful for that and climbed down off the table. The teacher said that normally the models put their gown on for the break, and offered me his crown. I thanked him and told him that I was all justly as I was.

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

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

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

Some of the men and a span of the vernal woman chatted to me as I walked round. Some were staring at me and I didn't know if it was for the welfare of their drawing off or because I was naked in amongst them.

beingness naked in amongst those people gave me mixed intuitive feeling. The grievous artist did absolutely zero for me and I felt totally at promiscuous with them. It was similar to being at the naturist swimming and on a naturist beach. The people that I wasn't sure about made me feel a little excited. The more that I thought mortal was looking at me in a sexual manor, the more excited I got.

When I got to labialise to where the young man that had been chatting me up was, I was getting really excited. That cunt tingle was very strong and I could really feel my juices flowing. As I walked up to him I saw that companion bulge in his trousers. He tried chatting me up again, but I just kept asking him silly questions about his lousy attempt to imbibe me. His answers sounded just as stupid as my questions. If anyone was listening they must get thought we were both artistic thickies.

The break came to an end and the instructor 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 toilet before getting stuck in one position again ( I also wanted to clean up my marshy slit before starting again ). I told the teacher and asked him where the nearest toilet was. He told me that it was only about 20 yards down the corridor.

I started waking towards the classroom doorway when the teacher said,"Hadn't you better put some apparel on ?"To be perfectly dependable, the cerebration had crossed my judgment but I wanted the luck to walk about the corridor a bit. I was wondering if I might meet and shock someone.

I didn't really give the instructor a chance to say any to a greater extent, I just said,"No, it's okay, it's only a few curtilage and it sounds as if everyone's in their classes."With that I was out of the threshold and walking up the corridor.

The teacher was right, it was only 20 curtilage to the toilet and I was in and out and back in the classroom in no time. I was a bit disappointed that I hadn't seen anyone.

The second gear 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 concealment the young man was waiting for me and asked me if I'd like to go for a drunkenness with him. Fortunately I didn't get chance to answer him because the instructor interrupted and told him to go home.

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

Week 2

As I walked into the classroom there were about the same number of people who had been there the late week. I did notice an surplus couple of youngish people.

The teacher arrived before I had the opportunity to do anything or talk to anyone, and immediately brought the social class to order. He told the year that I was going to perplex in an unusual location that Night and that he wanted the students to add a little bit of imagination to their drawing.

I hadn't a hint what he meant by ‘ unusual position'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 hassle are you ?"I was a bit shocked and surprise. Whenever he had spoken to me before he'd given me the effect that he was a double-dyed valet. This dominant trend took me my surprisal.

"rightfulness,"he said,"go and get your clothes off while I get the ropes ready."Another surprise I thought, it sounded as if I wasn't going to have a problem keeping still that night. I turned towards the changing covert and saw that it wasn't there. It was nowhere in the elbow room. I turned back towards the teacher to say him and to ask where I should get ungarbed. He was engaged opening a bag so after a warm think I though, ‘ what the hell'and walked to the side of the room where there were some chairs. I turned to face the category and saw that about half the students were watching me and the other half were watching the teacher lift some ropes 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 header. The man was smiling back at me as I undid the little piece of music of Velcro that was holding my skirt up and dropped it to the floor. I then squatted down with my knees wide apart as I unfastened my sandals and the walked out of them.

My twat was starting to prickle and get wet.

When I got back to the teacher he told me that he wanted me to climb on the table and hold my implements of war out while he tied a rope to each of my wrists. He then threw the rope over steel shape that was holding the cap up and pulled my arms up in the air.

Maybe I need to excuse that the school was originally built unit of ammunition about the go of the 19th / 20th one C. It has had quite a figure of ‘ file name extension'added, some quite recently. We were in the old part, a single story building.

The teacher then told me to spread my branch and asked me if he needed to tie them to anything to keep them apart. I told him that it wasn't requirement, as I was comfortable as I was. I wondered if he knew that I spent quite a bit of time hanging my carpus, naked and spreadeagle. I looked down at the educatee and realised that my pussy was at about fountainhead top for most of the student. I got a little bedwetter as I thought about what some of them might be thinking and knowing that there would be about 20 couple of center staring at my pussy for the next hour.

The next 30 or so minutes went in no time. I'd been daydreaming and when the teacher unfastened the ropes I suddenly realised that it had been a courteous revery and that my cunt felt really wet. I needed to go to the toilet and clean myself up a bit.

I told the teacher where I was going and marched out before he had a chance to land up saying that perhaps I should put some dress on.

There was no one in the corridor or the stool 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 sexual climax 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 drag one's feet door and walked to the swallow hole. As I was washing my hands one of them asked me where my clothes where. I just said,"Art class"as if that would explicate everything and walked out.

In the corridor a school janitor stopped dead in his tracks and watched me as I walked passed him. Poor bloke, he looked as if he was about to have a affectionateness attack.

dorsum in the classroom I wandered round looking at unlike views of my spreadeagle nude eubstance. One or two had taken ‘ artistic licence'and drawn me with extra ropes and smash on. One had actually drawn a dildo sticking out of my pussy. The contingent that some had gone to while drawing my twat and piddling gold ringing was just amazing.



I didn't get hazard to see all the drawings before the teacher called me over to resume the pose. As I walked back I looked over to there the young man was that fancied me. He looked disappointed.

The teacher asked me if I was okay to keep and when I said I was he retied my wrist joint and told me to get back on the mesa.

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

When they'd all gone the instructor came over to me and asked me if I was okay with the different character of pose. I told him that I was and that I was used to being restrained like that."Not in populace 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 circle out of his bag. He tied my right field leg to one leg of the table and as he was tying my left leg to the other end of the table he told me that he'd arranged for a couple of his mates to hail and take some photographs of me.



For some reason I didn't think that any harm 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 photographs were taken. One of the fair sex got a big dildo out of her bag and smiled at me as she pushed it into my cunt before more photographs were taken.

After about 5 minutes I was untied, the dildo was pulled out and I was told to lie on the board. acerate leaf to say I was spread-eagle again. more than exposure were taken and the teacher came and stood beside me and started playing with my pussy. I suddenly realised how vulnerable I was and obviously looked scare because the teacher said,"Relax honey, we're not going to know you, if we did you wouldn't be back adjacent week."

The six of them took it in turns to make me cum either with their helping hand or their mouths whilst the others kept taking 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 swop the lights off and lock up. poor people man got quite a surprisal and said,"Sorry."I got up and put my clothes on as he watched me. As I walked out I said,"Don't be sorry, I'm not."

I didn't Tell Jon about the photographers.

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driving to the schoolhouse I was wondering what was in storehouse for me. I'd put just a lose fitting cotton fiber miniskirt clothes and shoes on, and as I walked into the school the wind was blowing it everywhere.

I was a bit belatedly, and by the time 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 worried that I might not be there. He then told everyone that I was going to pose in a very submissive mannerism and that he wanted them to sketch me exactly as they saw me, no extra spot. Concentrate on what they could actually see.

He then told me to get undressed and onto the table. Again the changing screen was missing so I just whipped my dress 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 pose. What he described was the stead that I have to get into when Jon tells me to ‘ sham the lieu ’. On my genu with them wide apart. I then have to lean back as far as I can and support my body with my helping hand on the floor. I've lost could of the issue of times that I've been in this position, and for how farseeing. If you add it all up it must be days, so another hour wasn't going to make up much difference of opinion. The difference this metre was that there would be 20 odd twain of eyes looking at me and my spread pussy.

Again the metre went very quickly as recalled the former night's session on the piece of tail motorcar at home. Jon had left me on the machine until I'd nearly passed out, then he'd fucked me until I came for the sixth fourth dimension. I was still a bit sore.

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

However, as I went back onto the corridor there was a group of teenager walking towards me. They were all dressed in sportswoman geared wheel and looked as if they'd just escaped from the gym.

They saw me just as quickly as I saw them. I had a cleave second to decide to either jump back into the young woman's privy or keep going. You've guessed it, I kept going.

The teen ( male child and girl ) were all about 18 and they came out with all the gossip that you'd expect in a situation like that. I was in the middle of the corridor and expecting them to violate ranks and let me through the middle of them. I was expecting ( and hoping for ) a few groping work force, but I wasn't expecting them to block up and block up 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 model in the Art social class. Another said that I shouldn't walk round the school without clothes on because anything could go on to me. When another said that they should teach me a example I started to get a little worried. They bundled me back into the girl's crapper and discussed what they should do with me. Thankfully, when one of the blighter suggested that all the laddie should ‘ eff the ass off me'the others didn't agree.

In the end they agreed that since I was a nude simulation I should be made to nude model for a lot more people.

With one lad holding either of my sleeve they ran me all round the school corridors and outside through the car car park onto the main road, back into the schooling undercoat and onto the summercater field. almost of the group were following us.

I suppose that the fella 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 scandalize a few people. I knew that if we were caught I could get away with it by saying that the fella 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 dyad of stratum that were ending. I've no idea what they were, but all the masses were adults and we got a few commentary from some of them. There were a few people in the car park and a lot more on the primary route. I heard a couple of tyre screeches as on or two motorists got distracted.

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

I stood there for a minute or so getting my breathing spell back the worked out the best way to get back to the Art class. We'd gone in a big circle and the Art classroom wasn't that far away. I only had a couple of classroom window to pass 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 path passed the classrooms I looked in to see a couple of people looking out towards me. One man had a big smiling on his face.

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

Anyway, it was back into the position and try to loose. About half way through the session I looked round the room a bit and saw that the immature man who'd tried to chitchat me up was trying to attract my attention. He was at the back of the room and it was doubtful that any of the other bookman could see him unless they turned daily round. Out center met for a second and instead of him getting on with his vignette he rubbed the battlefront of his trousers and pretended to jack off himself.

At the end of the lesson the instructor asked me to stick around as I was while he dismissed the stratum. When they'd all gone he came and stood at the table at my knees end. In effect, right between my pegleg. He looked me up and down then said,"No lensman tonight, but I just wanted to tell you that you will really delight next week's class. You'll go base shattered."When I told him that I was looking forward to it he turned, picked up his bags and walked out saying,"unspoiled, see you next calendar week then."

I put my wearing apparel and shoes on and went domicile. When I told Jon about the chemical group of teenagers he just laughed and told me to be careful.

hebdomad 4

I was a bit late getting to the class and everyone was waiting for me. As soon as I walked in the teacher told everyone that he wanted them to try to get the mood that I would soon be in. One of the women asked him what temper I would be in. His reply was just two words,"Sexual excitement."When he said that I turned and looked at him and I heard one of the Whitney Moore Young Jr. men say,"Nice one teach."

I didn't pain in the ass looking for the changing screen and just whipped my dress up and off. I didn't know what to expect other than that I was going to be sexually excited in strawman of 20 plus people. I was wondering how, looking forward to it and getting a bit dampish. My nipples were already rock candy hard.

When I got up onto the table the instructor tied my wrist to the roof beams the same way he'd done the irregular clip I'd posed. This time he'd got me to stand on a few books and when my wrists were secured he removed the books leaving me dangling there. After he'd done that he told me to give my legs blanket and he tied my ankles to the pegleg of the table. I was tied spread-eagle in mid air, and with no way to move.

At that point I didn't know if my state of sexual agitation was enough for what the teacher wanted. It wasn't really visible - apart from my slightly wet twat and hard nipples ; and being restrained like that for the next hour wasn't going to wear upon me out.

What happened next had me puzzled to start off with. The teacher got a little table and put it mediate my stage. 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 have borrowed from the music elbow room. Then he got a big feather out of his bag and taped it to the metronome arm so that it was just touching my pussy. Then he set the metronome arm going backwards and forwards. My pussy was getting a very rhythmic tickle.

As I started to understand what was going to find to me I heard the teacher tell apart the bookman to condense on drawing my body first. He told them that it would take up a piece for my font to get the expression that he wanted them to capture.

It didn't take long. Within a couple of minutes my nipples were so severely that I thought they were going to erupt and my puss was really coming alive. I could find my juices leaking out of me. Five minutes later I was very close to cumming. I guess that the teacher could assure that because he said,"Try and support it genus Vanessa, the students need more time to get your look down on paper."

Well I tried, it wasn't as if I could gage away, or close my peg. I tried to concentrate on anything but the inevitable. I looked round the elbow room at the faces of the students. I tried to centralize on the faces that were getting on with their sketching and looked oblivious to the situation. Every time I stared at one of those mass I'd see a drive out of the corner of my eye that would unhinge me. Only about 60 % of the student were just getting on with their job. The former 40 % were being affected.

There was one middle-aged charwoman who was sketching with one hand whilst her other hired hand was sliding up and down her body. I had to reckon at somebody else because I was sure she was about to grab one of her teat or rub her kitty-cat.

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

The inevitable happened and I started to cum. My head was rolling from incline to side and I could get word myself moaning. On top of that ( or should I say below that ), I could feel my juices rushing out of me. I desperately wanted a peter inside me but all I was getting was that damned feather.

No Oklahoman than my commencement orgasm started to subside than I could feel a second start. I tried to fight it but I didn't stand a chance. It hit me arduous than the commencement. Right in the middle of it I looked round the room and saw that one middle-aged woman was looking all hot and bothered. I wondered what United States Department of State her breeches ( if she was wearing any ) were in.

When I started to arrive down from my high, the teacher came over and told me that it was sentence for a break. He stopped the metronome, took the feather 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 okay and was used to being restrained in interchangeable military position he said,"good, it would be a waste of valuable metre untying then retying me.

I slowly started to cool down a bit and became very aware of the state of my pussy and wooden leg. I could feel my pussy gaping open and my juices running down my legs. Even my animal foot felt wet although that may have been sweat.

During the happy chance a few of the educatee came and had a closer expression at me. As I looked down on them I could see a mixture of interest and lust on their faces. I could see what looked like painful bulges in the trousers of near of the men. One of the younger men was stood in front of me for eld. Never once did his oculus look up and cope with mine. He was the last 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 gumshoe that I wanted inside me, it was Jon's.

After a while the teacher came and put a new plume in the metronome and started it going again. My soundbox jumped as the feather touched my pussy the first metre. 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 intuitive feeling in my lower belly and pussy to start again and within 4 or 5 arcminute I was cumming again and again and again. I must bear had half a dozen orgasms before I finally passed out.

When I came round I first felt the perspiration 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 instructor lifter my peg onto the al-Qur'an and then untied me. As he untied my last wrist I started to collapse and he had to put his arm one shot me to turn back me from falling. To be bonny to the teacher he aimed at putting his arm round my waist. Because I was covered in lather I kept slipping down and he only managed to preserve me from falling when his arm had slipped up to my axillary cavity. By that clip his had was holding my left tit. He held me like that until I was standing on the ground. He lowered me onto a chair and said,"You stay there while the students last off."

I was knackered ; it took me about 5 minutes to feel capable to tolerate up. When I did I slowly walked round the room. I wanted to see the survey. Some were quite good, some not. A twosome of them were quite interesting. They showed picayune drop of liquid in mid air below my pussy. I guess that I'd been squirting when I'd had my orgasms.

Shortly after that the instructor ended the example and the students left. The instructor spent ages looking at all the cartoon while I just sat there trying to detect some energy. Eventually the teacher got up and thanked me for posing for the form. He said something about there not being many chance for artists to capture confessedly human emotions. All I could call up of to saw was,"The joy was all mine,"which it was. I know that I'm now a fully-fledged exhibitionist and it really had been a pleasure. It's one thing letting people see me naked, but it's something else letting them see me having multiple orgasms. It was a veridical turn-on.

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

Just down the corridor are the girl's toilets. Through a doorway at the book binding are the girl's changing way and exhibitioner. I dropped my garb and shoes in the turning point and went into the rain shower. It felt undecomposed. I stayed soaking for old age and not thinking about anything early than the pleasure 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 recess of my eye. He didn't say anything, and I didn't react to his presence. I just kept soaking up the warmly water.

After a few indorsement with neither of us doing anything, the presence of a man watching me naked in the cascade started to get me going again. I felt my pap get hard and my kitty-cat ache. That ache had to be relieved so my mightily hand slowly worked its way down to my button. As my decent hand got fussy I still pretended that I hadn't seen him. It didn't take long for me to cum again, but as I did my head went up and I could no longer affect that I hadn't seen him.

He realised that I was looking at him and he went bright red and started to tell me that he was the caretaker. He'd heard the water running and come to investigate. He said that he thought that everyone had gone home and that person had left a shower running. The poor man was quite embarrassed.

I turned the shower off, then told him that I'd been in the Art class and needed a shower before going home. I didn't make any attempt to compensate 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 reckon for me and I followed him out into the changing elbow room.

He must get looked in just about all the cabinet 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 degree in hanging around waiting so I picked up my dress and shoes and followed him. It was only when he had to open a threshold 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 international door 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 judgement 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 closet and got out a towel and gave it to me. By that time I was just about dry ( apart from my hair ) and I just rubbed my hair. As I was doing this I could see the caretaker staring at me. I took my fourth dimension so that he could birth a expert expression. Eventually I stopped, gave him the towel back and thanked him.

We both stood there staring at each other for what seemed like an eternity, but was probably only a few minute. In the end I broke the silence and said,"The child don't ejaculate in here then."He just said,"What ?"I pointed to the calendar on the wall. It has a big word-painting of a naked woman with her leg open a bit. I could just see the flexure of her haired purulent lips.

"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 cum upto her standards."That seemed to settle him a bit because he said,"You're more beautiful than her, I don't really the likes of big tits, and you shave down there. Besides, you're here in the figure, she isn't."

We got talking a bit and I told him what I was doing at the school. After a arcsecond thought he nervously asked me if I'd pose for him. It was getting a bit late and Jon would be wondering where I was, but I said,"Okay, but just for a few bit, 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 fiesta magazines. I remembered Jon telling me about some of the varsity letter that he'd read in them.

The caretaker came back out of breather ; he said that he thought I might give gone or that he'd find that he was dreaming and that I wasn't real. I smiled at him and said,"I'm real all right. Now how do you need me to pose ?"I was a bit surprised when he said,"With your legs wide open."

We spent the succeeding 10 minutes with him taking photographs of me from all angles. He took some real close-ups of my pussy and I have to admit that I was getting turned-on. My pussycat was veridical damp.

Eventually he ran out of photographic film and thanked me. I told him that it had been my delight but I really had to go. As I was putting my shoes and dress on he thanked me again, and said,"See you around."As I walked out he said,"No underclothes ?"“ Don't believe it in."I shouted back. What a nice 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 put out all of them on my web pages, as and when he's read them and is happy with them.

honey

Vanessa