Vanessa's Journal
Week commencing July 12
Not a very exciting week. The only interesting bit was that I saw an ad for a
part-time hairdressing job. When I first started working for Jon I swore that I
wouldn't go back to that, but for some reason the ad seemed to jump out at me.
When I told Jon about it he said, "go for it!" The salon was in the middle of
Derby and I went there on the Thursday. I was a bit nervous when the manager
told me do a woman's hair for her.
I think that I managed to do a reasonable job and the manager seemed pleased. He
then told me that the salon cut men's hair and did waxing - legs, arm pits,
bikini line etc. and he asked me if I had any problems with doing that. We
didn't do any of those in that salon in Wales, but I've been cutting Jon's hair
for over a year now and he's been waxing more than my bikini line. The manager
told me that they had a private room upstairs for doing the waxings, and then
asked me if I would be able to work on Fridays and Saturdays. I'd already
discussed the possibility of this with Jon so I said OK. The manager then gave
me on of their 'uniform' dresses and told me to be there at 9 o'clock the next
morning.
The uniform was a white cotton dress that fastened all down the front with
press-studs. I'd noticed that the ones that the other girls wore were slightly
see-through as I'd been able to see the shapes and colours of bras and knickers.
Wouldn't have that problem with me, but it was a bit tight and a bit long. I
couldn't do anything about it being tight, but I shortened it (not as short as
my own dresses - only to half way between my knees and my pussy) that evening.
When I put it on my nipples were just visible when they were soft, I could see
that I would get a few people staring at them when they got hard.
Friday - My first day cutting hair again was interesting, but not really
exciting. One of the young girls is quite cheeky with the other staff and she
asked me why I wasn't wearing a bra. I said that my tits weren't big enough,
that I didn't need one, and that I never wore underwear. That seemed to shut
her up, but she kept looking at me. I think she was trying to see an outline of
some knickers (VKL - visible knicker line as Jon calls it). I've noticed that
with the uniform dress being so tight, there is often a gap between some of the
fasteners, and that people can sometimes see some of my flesh.
Jon took me to the local pub for a drink that night. I had to wear my tight
white lycra dress that shows my dark nipples through it even when they're soft.
Before we went out Jon got 3 small rubber bands and put them on my nipples and
clit. Not only did that mean that my nipples (more like bullets) were very
visible, but I was constantly being reminded that they were there. I definitely
had to lift the back part of my dress up so that my pussy left the wet patch on
the seat on not on my dress.
When we got home Jon wouldn't let me take the rubber bands off and after he'd
fucked me and sent me to bed, I had dreams about big rubber dildos and rubber
dresses.
Saturday July 17
Woke up with extremely wet legs and a big wet patch on the bed. The rubber bands
were hurting and I was glad when Jon told me I could take them off.
Jon drove me to work and as I was getting out of the car the bottom 2
press-studs of the uniform dress popped open. There was no one around to see me
but I made a mental note to be careful to not let it happen when I didn't want
it to.
Late morning I had to cut a man's hair, he was about my age, very talkative and
he obviously fancied himself, and his chances. At one point when I was stood in
front of him he put a hand on the inside of my leg and moved it up. He couldn't
get far because of the tightness of the dress and the fact that I pulled away
from him. Later I asked one of the girls if we got a lot in there like that. She
said, "a few."
The rest of the day was busy, but not exciting, and I was tired when Jon picked
me up.
It was a warm evening and we both sat outside in the back garden, naked, eating
our tea. Later we put some clothes on, walked to the pub and had a couple of
drinks in the beer garden before walking home. Jon was feeling randy and he took
me the long way home through where they are still building houses. He took me
into one half built house and fucked me on the bare staircase. As I was getting
up I caught my chain on something and I screamed. It really hurt, but didn't
draw blood fortunately. My pussy was still sore when I went to bed.
Sunday July 18
We went jogging in the morning and I was knackered. I don't know what got into
Jon because he was off like a marathon runner. I had trouble keeping up with
him. He'd told me to wear my tennis dress, but I never got the chance to give
anyone a pleasant surprise.
The rest of the day was spent in the garden sunbathing and gardening. Trevor had
been and cut the grass the day before and Jon hadn't told him where I was when
he asked.
