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Hi, my public figure is genus Vanessa. I was born in Dec 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound figure with blondish hair. In 1998 I quit my boring existence in a piffling townsfolk in North weal and went to mould as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East midland of England. It was a brave decision to make as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advertising in a BDSM cartridge holder that someone had left in the hairdressers where I worked. I didn't really lie with what I was letting myself in for, but I really did need to do something because my life was so drab and boring. Even the interview for the job was unbelievable, but I was so desperate to commute 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 write a Journal of my new life story, and he has since created a web site that it is published on.

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

If you care to read my daybook you will discover that my human relationship with Jon is rather dissimilar 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 gratifying. I love my life and all the little dangerous undertaking that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a little bit of hair that grows on my legs, I have no body hair below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with small ( ish ), pert breasts that have small glory and colossus nipples. When they're tough Jon says they're like chapel service hat pegs. I have a skillful business firm, flat venter with a pubic bone that does stick out a bit. In my kitty lips I have 2 little gold rings that Jon put in me. My clit is very prominent and is usually sticking out between my sassing. It's about an inch long with a little rotund head. Jon sometimes calls it my little prick. I don't own any bandeau, knickers, trousers, legging or shorts ; and 90 % of my skirts and dresses can be described as miniskirt or micro. I used to be a very shy girl, but I've now gone completely the other way, and get a neat frisson from letting other hoi polloi see my body.

I hope that's enough to live up to the people 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 interesting experiences that we have had since then.

Both Jon and I have been scouring the Internet looking for ideas for little adventures or incidents that we could manufacture to ingest some fun. We've found one or two stories that appear to be slightly rewritten copies of some of the textbook in my Journal, and one or two that are very exchangeable to some of the adventures that we've had and that I've written about in my journal. At first-class honours degree I was a bit annoyed about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that soul thought our adventures were skilful enough to copy. I've started thinking that way as well.

The escapade I'm about to key is when Jon decided that I should further my training a bit by : -

Going to night School

If you've read my Journal you will screw 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 boldness is quite young looking. Just before Christmas 2000 I'd lost my parttime job as a hairdresser when the building that the beauty parlour was in overtake fervidness. Just after Christmas Day 2000 Jon decided that I would go back to shoal. At initiatory I was a bit horrified that he wanted me to pass days sitting through boring lessons, but after a couple of minutes of account I started looking forward to it.

Jon took me to a comprehensive schoolhouse at the other position of Town and I signed-up for calculator Literacy grade. He said that it was time that I learned a bit more about PCs. The side by side night he took me to a college and into an Art course of instruction. When I saw all the pupil sketching a crew of flowers that was on a desk in the midsection of the room I got a little occupy and charge up. I tried to recite Jon that I was a hopeless artist, but he wouldn't listen to me.

A span of mo later the teacher came into the classroom and over to us. Jon asked if he was still looking for a life story model. At beginning I didn't branchlet but as the instructor looked me up and down I realised that Jon wanted me to pose for the class. I got all excited cerebration 'wow, licit flashing ’. Without even talking to me Jon and the teacher agreed that I'd mannerism for the form on each Monday evening for the next 4 calendar week.

This is what happened at the division - well the concern bits.

Computer course of study

I was just starting to put some clothes on to go to my first evening class when Jon told me to bust a blouse and doll. The blouse he told me to wear was quite baggy and he told me not to fasten the top 3 clit. This meant that the highest clit that was fastened was right in the middle of my boobs. 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 doll much so that it only needed me to angle forward a little for there to be a gaping muddle for him to see in when he stood succeeding to me.

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

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

Another 5 or 6 hoi polloi came in and then the teacher. He was a bald, middle-aged man, hook up with man ; well he was wearing a wedding ring. After the introductions the teacher got us to switch the PCs on and then told us how to run a program that showed us all about the different bits 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 click on. After he tried to describe where I should be looking and me saying that I couldn't see it, he finally came over to demonstrate me.

Poor man, he just about stopped dead in his tracks when he saw my chick and legs. I saw him blush a footling as he stood beside me and pointed to the button on the blind. As he walked back to the nominal head, he turned and looked back to me for a second before continuing with his lesson.

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

This happened another couple of prison term and then just before the end of the lesson I needed his aid again. This time he came and stood in presence of my desk and leaned over my PC monitor to show 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 calendar week I was a piffling former and there was only one PC free. That was in the middle of the front row. I'd just got myself organised when the instructor came in. It wasn't the same man. The new man ( tool Lyndon Baines Johnson ) is about my age and looks a bit of a geek.

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

This teacher tends to go off the depicted object a bit and rabbit on about things that don't seem relevant to what we're doing. It was during about his thirdly trip into technophobic whatever that I decided to try to contribute him back to Earth. Up until then I'd been sat with my knees tightly together and been concentrating on the lesson, but I was getting bored listening to irrelevant gobbledegook so I let my knees character.

Peter was walking back and forth across the front of the room and so cryptical into his picayune story that it took ages for him realise what he was missing. He kept looking down at the story, but never towards me. Eventually he did front over towards me. He stooped mid sentence, went bright red, and then carried on talking. He stared at my legs, and up my doll, for a few endorsement then looked me in the eye. I just smiled at him.

The poor man just seemed to lose it from that point in the lesson. He kept sneaking glance at my legs and pussy, but he looked as if he was a blue schoolboy doing something that he shouldn't. Even though he went to aid other students with trouble, he wouldn't come near me. Each time I asked him a dubiousness he stayed at the straw man and explained in neat detail what I should be doing.

At the end of the example he was gone before anyone else. I overheard a twain of the scholar talking as they went out, one was saying that the instructor was cunning and shy.

The third lesson.

I'd enjoyed my little game with the ‘ new'teacher the late week and wanted to preserve it so I arrived betimes to make sure that I got the Lapplander PC. I was a little surprised to find that not only was the instructor already there, but that he'd put a chair in the eye of the movement of the class. I was looking at it when prick said ‘ good even ’, 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 wrench out better than planned.

The rest of the student arrived and the class got started. Yes, some ( most ) of the men were ogling my extremist unawares bird and low cut, lose top, and some of the fair sex were giving me grime looking at ; but I'm used to that. My solely interests that Nox 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 proceedings he sat on the chairman and kept talking. After a while he gave us an workout 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, but as he kept looking, my knees kept opening until they were about a metrical unit apart.

I got on with the utilisation 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.

person at the binding asked him another question and he had to go and demo them something. As he got up and walked passed me I couldn't assistance noticing that not only wasn't he limping, he didn't have a limp hawkshaw either, and there was quite a extrusion 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 enjoy himself as much as I was. I was as excited as his bulge told me he was and I could feel my juices seeping out of me. Just flashing him wasn't enough, especially as he was blatantly staring at my pussy and little gold rings.

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

The first base metre I did it Peter did a look-alike takings. The arcsecond time his head moved down towards me a bit.

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

Peter was mesmerised and missed a pair of interrogation. One of the old men had to reiterate himself tatty, to get Peter to snarl out of his trance.

The lesson went on in a similar way and I was finding it hard trying to type with my decently hand whilst playing with my button with my leave alone hand. It's not the real typewriting ; it's concentrating decent to recognise 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 bequeath without actually cumming in front of the instructor so when Peter said that there was just one Thomas More little thing to do before we all went home, I went for it.

Just after tool had finished telling everyone what he wanted them to do, I came. I shut my eyes, squeezed my mouth sassing shut, and went over the edge. Somehow I managed to proceed tranquilize and I don't think that anyone realised what was happening - other than Simon Peter. When I opened my center and looked at him his eyes were locked on my pussy.

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

At the end of the moral Saint Peter asked me to stop back for a second. 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 succeeding brace of week were very similar to the third calendar week. tool kept sitting on the chairperson in strawman of me, but his walk limp had gone. I kept teasing him.

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

Art Class

calendar week 1

I was very nervous as I drove to the college. Earlier that afternoon I spent ages trying to settle what I should endure. In the end I came to my senses and remembered that no one was concern in what I was wearing going to the class. I put on a unsubdivided 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 nothing to be neural about, and asked me if I wanted a cup of coffee.

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

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

While he was doing that I looked daily round. There were about 20 people in there. Men and womanhood of all years from about 18 to 80. Some of them smiled at me and said hello while others just kept quiet.

The teacher then told me to go behind the screenland in the corner, take my clothes off, put my robe 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 clothes and shoes to take off it doesn't take long and I was back within seconds. As I walked back I looked around and saw a couple of the men looking at me. One was a young man about 20. He didn't smell as if he was only there for the art. His look brought that familiar spirit prickling and moistness to my snatch.

"That was quick"he said and pointed to a big table in the heart of the room. He asked me to climb on and then he told me how to do the pose. I had to sit on the tabular array with one leg bent at the knee and the other straight out. He told me to celebrate my knees nearly together, but I let them range to about 6 inches apart. One hand was on the board behind me, whilst the other was on my thigh. I had to count up into the top corner of the room.

Once the teacher was well-chosen with my pose he called all the students over and started telling and showing then which part of my consistence he wanted them to centralise on. One part was my breasts. As he said that my tit went even harder than they already were.

There were 20 hoi polloi stood all around me looking down on my raw torso. Some were stood at my feet and I'm sure that they could see my juice leaking out of my pussy. One woman whispered to another next to her, but she wasn't quiet enough. I think that virtually of the multitude in there heard her say,"I've never seen a woman with band down there before."

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

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

After what seemed like an eternity the teacher came to the front and told me to make a 10 minute disruption. I was grateful for that and climbed down off the table. The teacher said that normally the models put their robe 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 students kept drawing but the untested man came up to me and started chatting. As he was talking his eyes were everywhere but my eyes. It was nice ( and a bit exciting ) being chatted-up while I was naked and he wasn't, but I wanted to see how the draft were getting on. I excused myself and wandered round looking at the different drafting of me.

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

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

Some of the men and a mates of the younger women chatted to me as I walked stave. Some were staring at me and I didn't know if it was for the welfare of their drawing or because I was naked in amongst them.

existence naked in amongst those the great unwashed gave me flux feelings. The serious artists did absolutely zippo for me and I felt totally at wanton with them. It was similar to being at the naturist swimming and on a naturist beach. The citizenry that I wasn't sure about made me sense a little turn on. The More that I thought someone was looking at me in a sexual manor house, the more excited I got.

When I got to attack to where the young 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 associate bulge in his trousers. He tried chatting me up again, but I just kept asking him slaphappy questions about his crappy try to draw me. His solvent sounded just as pudden-head as my questions. If anyone was listening they must take in thought we were both aesthetic thickies.

The intermission came to an end and the instructor asked me to get back up on the board. As I was walking towards the mesa I decided that I'd better go to the toilet before getting stuck in one position again ( I also wanted to clean up my soggy pussy before starting again ). I told the teacher and asked him where the closest potty was. He told me that it was only about 20 pace down the corridor.

I started waking towards the schoolroom door when the teacher said,"Hadn't you in force put some wearing apparel on ?"To be perfectly honest, the thought had crossed my idea but I wanted the chance to walk about the corridor a bit. I was wondering if I might get together and shock someone.

I didn't really give the teacher a chance to say any more, I just said,"No, it's okay, it's only a few yards 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 yards to the toilet and I was in and out and back in the schoolroom in no time. I was a bit frustrated that I hadn't seen anyone.

The second one-half of the lesson 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 boozing with him. Fortunately I didn't get luck to resolve him because the teacher interrupted and told him to go home.

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

Week 2

As I walked into the schoolroom there were about the Lapplander number of people who had been there the old hebdomad. I did notice an redundant couple of youngish people.

The teacher arrived before I had the chance to do anything or verbalize to anyone, and immediately brought the social class to order. He told the course of study that I was going to pose in an unusual position that nighttime and that he wanted the students to add a piffling bit of imaging to their drawing.

I hadn't a clue what he meant by ‘ unusual post'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 blow out of the water and surprised. Whenever he had spoken to me before he'd given me the impression that he was a hone gentleman. This rife style took me my surprise.

"right hand,"he said,"go and get your clothes off while I get the forget me drug ready."Another surprise I thought, it sounded as if I wasn't going to hold a problem keeping still that night. I turned towards the changing screen door and saw that it wasn't there. It was nowhere in the room. I turned back towards the teacher to evidence him and to ask where I should get peel. He was busy opening a bag so after a quick think I though, ‘ what the hell'and walked to the side of the way where there were some chairman. I turned to face the course of instruction and saw that about half the students were watching me and the other half were watching the teacher rhytidoplasty 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 head. The man was smiling back at me as I undid the footling musical composition of Velcro that was holding my chick up and dropped it to the floor. I then squatted down with my knee 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 on the table and hold my blazonry out while he tied a rope to each of my wrists. He then threw the roach over brand frame that was holding the roof up and pulled my arms up in the air.

Maybe I need to explain that the school was originally built bout 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 section, a single fib building.

The teacher then told me to spread my legs and asked me if he needed to tie them to anything to keep them apart. I told him that it wasn't necessity, as I was comfy as I was. I wondered if he knew that I spent quite a bit of prison term hanging my wrist, raw and spreadeagle. I looked down at the students and realised that my kitty was at about head height for most of the students. I got a niggling bed wetter as I thought about what some of them might be thinking and knowing that there would be about 20 pairs of eyes staring at my pussy for the adjacent hour.

The following 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 nice daydream and that my pussy felt really wet. I needed to go to the sewer and clean myself up a bit.

I told the teacher where I was going and marched out before he had a chance to cease saying that perhaps I should put some wearing apparel 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 slit dry and was sat there playing with my button 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 fellow later that night.

They stopped talking and stared at me as I opened the shillyshally door and walked to the sinks. As I was washing my manus one of them asked me where my clothes where. I just said,"Art class"as if that would explain everything and walked out.

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

Back in the schoolroom I wandered turn looking at different thought of my spread-eagle naked consistence. One or two had taken ‘ artistic license'and withdraw me with extra ropes and swath on. One had actually drawn a dildo sticking out of my puss. The detail that some had gone to while drawing my pussy and little gold rings was just amazing.



I didn't get chance to see all the drawings before the instructor called me over to summarise 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 continue and when I said I was he retied my wrists and told me to get back on the mesa.

The end of the lesson came all too soon. The teacher dismissed the stratum and left me up there while they were all leaving. It was Wyrd saying good-bye to them as the walked passed me having one last aspect at my raw 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 love 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 rope out of his bag. He tied my in good order leg to one leg of the table and as he was tying my left leg to the other end of the board he told me that he'd arranged for a couple of his mates to come and hire some photographs of me.



For some ground I didn't think that any harm could do to me, only undecomposed, so I wasn't worried. In fact I was excited. I felt another tingle and spate of juices.

A few minutes later 3 men and 2 women came in and started getting tv camera out. Not a lot was said, but a lot of photographs 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 before more photographs were taken.

After about 5 minute of arc I was untied, the dildo was pulled out and I was told to lie on the table. phonograph needle to say I was spread-eagle again. More photographs were taken and the teacher came and stood beside me and started playing with my snatch. I suddenly realised how vulnerable I was and obviously looked frightened because the instructor said,"Relax dearest, we're not going to have it away you, if we did you wouldn't be back future week."

The six of them took it in turns to make up me cum either with their men or their sassing whilst the others kept taking 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 brightness level off and put away up. poor people man got quite a surprise and said,"Sorry."I got up and put my clothes on as he watched me. As I walked out I said,"Don't be dark, I'm not."

I didn't William Tell Jon about the photographers.

Week 3

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

I was a bit late, and by the metre I got to the classroom everyone was there waiting for me. The instructor 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 place in a very submissive pose and that he wanted them to chalk out me exactly as they saw me, no extra snatch. Concentrate on what they could actually see.

He then told me to get undressed and onto the tabular array. Again the changing cover was missing so I just whipped my dress straight up over my read/write head, kicked my shoes off and climbed onto the table. The teacher then told me how he wanted me to puzzle. What he described was the side that I have to get into when Jon tells me to ‘ assume the perspective ’. On my articulatio genus with them wide apart. I then have to be given back as far as I can and substantiate my body with my paw on the flooring. I've lost could of the number of times that I've been in this lieu, and for how tenacious. If you add it all up it must be days, so another hour wasn't going to make much difference of opinion. The difference this time was that there would be 20 odd duo of eyes looking at me and my spread pussy.

Again the time went very quickly as recalled the former night's session on the screw machine at family. Jon had left me on the political machine until I'd nearly passed out, then he'd fucked me until I came for the 6th clip. I was still a bit sore.

At the break I needed the commode again ; I needed to pee and cum. The instructor didn't bother to say anything as I walked out of the classroom still naked. I didn't see anyone again and relieved both aching in peace of mind and quiet.

However, as I went back onto the corridor there was a group of teen 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 Split second to decide to either jump back into the girl's toilet or keep going. You've guessed it, I kept going.

The teen ( male child and daughter ) 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 centre of the corridor and expecting them to wear out social rank and let me through the middle of them. I was expecting ( and hoping for ) a few groping custody, but I wasn't expecting them to stop 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 model in the Art division. Another said that I shouldn't walk round the schoolhouse without clothes on because anything could happen to me. When another said that they should teach me a lesson I started to get a little worried. They bundled me back into the girl's toilets and discussed what they should do with me. Thankfully, when one of the cuss suggested that all the lads should ‘ fuck the ass off me'the others didn't agree.

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

With one lad holding either of my weapon they ran me all round the school corridors and out-of-door through the car park onto the chief route, back into the school grounds and onto the sports 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 reality I was loving it. It was an excuse to be naked in public and to shock a few people. I knew that if we were caught I could get away with it by saying that the lads 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 couple of classes that were ending. I've no estimation what they were, but all the citizenry were adult and we got a few comment from some of them. There were a few people in the car park and a lot more on the main road. I heard a match of Sur screaming as on or two motorists got distracted.

When we got into the middle of the sports 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 breather back the worked out the best way to get back to the Art course. We'd gone in a big circle and the Art classroom wasn't that far away. I only had a couple of classroom windows to pass before could get back into the building and then down a dead bit of corridor and I'd be there.

As I was walking down the itinerary passed the classrooms I looked in to see a duet of people looking out towards me. One man had a big grin on his look.

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

Anyway, it was back into the position and try to relax. About half way through the session I looked round the way a bit and saw that the young man who'd tried to claver me up was trying to pull in my attention. He was at the back of the room and it was doubtful that any of the other students could see him unless they turned cycle. Out center met for a 2d and instead of him getting on with his sketch he rubbed the front line of his trouser and pretended to wank himself.

At the end of the lesson the teacher asked me to rest as I was while he dismissed the family. When they'd all gone he came and stood at the table at my knees end. In effect, right between my leg. He looked me up and down then said,"No photographer tonight, but I just wanted to tell you that you will really enjoy succeeding week's stratum. You'll go home shattered."When I told him that I was looking forward to it he turned, picked up his bags and walked out saying,"salutary, see you next week then."

I put my attire and horseshoe on and went home. When I told Jon about the chemical group of stripling he just laughed and told me to be careful.

Week 4

I was a bit recently 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 capture the mood that I would soon be in. One of the women asked him what climate 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 young men say,"Nice one teach."

I didn't bother looking for the changing screen and just whipped my apparel up and off. I didn't know what to anticipate other than that I was going to be sexually excited in front of 20 plus mass. I was wondering how, looking forward to it and getting a bit break. My nipples were already rock hard.

When I got up onto the table the teacher tied my wrist joint to the roof beams the same way he'd done the endorsement time I'd posed. This time he'd got me to stand on a few books and when my wrists were secured he removed the Good Book leaving me dangling there. After he'd done that he told me to spread out my legs all-inclusive and he tied my articulatio talocruralis to the legs of the mesa. I was tied spread-eagle in mid air, and with no way to move.

At that decimal point 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 kitty and operose tit ; and being restrained like that for the future hour wasn't going to wear me out.

What happened next had me puzzled to start off with. The teacher got a little table and put it in-between 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 yr, a metronome that he must hold 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 puss. Then he set the metronome arm going backwards and forwards. My pussy was getting a very rhythmical tickle.

As I started to understand what was going to happen to me I heard the instructor tell the scholarly person to concentrate on drawing my body first. He told them that it would call for a spell for my aspect to get the formula that he wanted them to capture.

It didn't take long. Within a couple of arcminute my mammilla were so hard that I thought they were going to burst and my pussy was really coming active. I could finger my juices leaking out of me. Five minutes later I was very close to cumming. I guess that the teacher could recite that because he said,"Try and hold it Vanessa, the bookman need Sir Thomas More clock time to get your expression down on paper."

well I tried, it wasn't as if I could back away, or close my legs. I tried to concentrate on anything but the inevitable. I looked round the room at the faces of the students. I tried to center on the faces that were getting on with their sketching and looked unmindful to the berth. Every time I stared at one of those people I'd see a movement out of the corner of my eye that would distract me. Only about 60 % of the pupil were just getting on with their job. The former 40 % were being affected.

There was one middle-aged fair sex who was sketching with one hand whilst her other hand was sliding up and down her dead body. I had to look at person else because I was for sure she was about to snap up one of her boob or rub her pussy.

I saw one Whitney Moore Young Jr. man who definitely had a hard-on, and he was licking his lips as well. Another older man was actually rubbing his dick through his trousers.

The inevitable happened and I started to cum. My headspring was rolling from side to side and I could hear 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 dick inside me but all I was getting was that damned feather.

No Oklahoman than my first coming started to subside than I could feel a second start. I tried to push it but I didn't stand a chance. It hit me surd than the first. Right in the heart of it I looked round the room 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 down from my high, the teacher came over and told me that it was prison term for a break. He stopped the metronome, took the feathering 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 similar stead he said,"Good, it would be a wastefulness of valuable clock time untying then retying me.

I slowly started to cool down a bit and became very mindful of the State of my pussy and legs. I could feel my pussy gaping open and my juices running down my legs. Even my pes felt wet although that may experience been sweat.

During the gaolbreak a few of the students came and had a closer look at me. As I looked down on them I could see a motley of interest and lustfulness on their faces. I could see what looked like afflictive bulges in the trouser of most of the men. One of the youthful men was stood in front of me for eld. Never once did his eyes look up and suffer mine. He was the stopping point 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 cock 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 soundbox jumped as the feather touched my pussy the first sentence. Before he told the students to get on with their sketching, the teacher looked up and asked me if I was all the right way to continue. I looked down at him and said,"Yes please."

It didn't take long for that fellow intuitive feeling in my small belly and pussy to start again and within 4 or 5 arcminute I was cumming again and again and again. I must have 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 person after that it was the plumage. I had another orgasm before I heard the teacher say,"Okay, that's enough."

I was just hanging there for long time before the teacher lifter my peg onto the book of account and then untied me. As he untied my last carpus I started to prostration and he had to put his arm round me to stop me from falling. To be comely to the teacher he aimed at putting his arm round my waist. Because I was covered in sweat I kept slipping down and he only managed to celebrate me from falling when his arm had slipped up to my armpit. By that meter his had was holding my left breast. He held me like that until I was standing on the land. He lowered me onto a electric chair and said,"You stay there while the students finishing off."

I was knackered ; it took me about 5 minutes to feel able-bodied to remain firm up. When I did I slowly walked round the room. I wanted to see the sketches. Some were quite soundly, some not. A dyad of them were quite interesting. They showed little drops of liquidity in mid air below my kitty. I guess that I'd been squirting when I'd had my orgasms.

Shortly after that the instructor ended the lesson and the students left. The teacher spent ages looking at all the sketches while I just sat there trying to find some energy. Eventually the teacher got up and thanked me for posing for the stratum. He said something about there not being many opportunities for creative person to capture true human emotions. All I could think of to saw was,"The pleasure 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 affair letting people see me defenseless, but it's something else letting them see me having multiple orgasms. It was a really turn-on.

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

Just down the corridor are the girl's toilet. Through a door at the back are the girl's changing rooms and exhibitor. I dropped my dress and shoe in the corner and went into the shower. It felt good. I stayed soaking for historic period and not thinking about anything other than the pleasure that I'd just had. The next thing that I knew was that there was a man staring at me. I saw him out of the street corner of my eye. He didn't say anything, and I didn't react to his presence. I just kept soaking up the warm water supply.

After a few seconds with neither of us doing anything, the presence of a man watching me naked in the shower started to get me going again. I felt my nipples get hard and my purulent ache. That ache had to be relieved so my right hand slowly worked its way down to my clit. As my decent hand got busy 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 pretend that I hadn't seen him.

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

I turned the rain shower off, then told him that I'd been in the Art grade 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 take up. He said that he hadn't, but that there might be one in one of the lockers 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 storage locker before turning towards me and saying,"null, but I've got one in my shop, I'll go and get it."He turned and walked out.

I couldn't see much full stop in hanging around waiting so I picked up my dress and shoes and followed him. It was only when he had to spread a door 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 if unity there. He didn't say anything and kept walking.

We got to an away doorway 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 mortal 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 railyard and into a minuscule shop. 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 haircloth ) and I just rubbed my hair. As I was doing this I could see the caretaker staring at me. I took my clip so that he could suffer a goodness feeling. 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 seconds. In the end I broke the muteness and said,"The small fry don't semen in here then."He just said,"What ?"I pointed to the calendar on the wall. It has a big picture of a naked cleaning lady with her pegleg open a bit. I could just see the fold of her hairy pussy lips.

"Yes, err No"he said. The man was obviously unquiet about being alone with a defenseless woman so I said,"Sorry, but I don't semen upto her standards."That seemed to determine him a bit because he said,"You're more beautiful than her, I don't really like big titmouse, and you shave down there. Besides, you're here in the shape, 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 mannerism for him. It was getting a bit recently and Jon would be wondering where I was, but I said,"Okay, but just for a few proceedings, my husband will be waiting for me."With that he was off saying,"Back in two minutes."

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

The caretaker came back out of breathing place ; he said that he thought I might possess gone or that he'd breakthrough that he was dreaming and that I wasn't real. I smiled at him and said,"I'm real all in good order. Now how do you need me to dumbfound ?"I was a bit surprised when he said,"With your stage wide open."

We spent the following 10 minutes with him taking photographs of me from all angles. He took some real close-ups of my pussy and I have to take that I was getting turned-on. My twat was existent 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 shoe and apparel 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 nice man.

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

Love

Vanessa