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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 hair. In 1998 I quit my boring world in a short Ithiel Town in North Wales and went to work 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 advert in a BDSM magazine that person had left in the hairdressers where I worked. I didn't really have a go at it what I was letting myself in for, but I really did need to do something because my living was so olive drab and boring. Even the audience for the job was unbelievable, but I was so desperate to alter 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 drop a line a daybook of my new life, and he has since created a web web site that it is published on.

If you care to understand my Journal you will discover that my human relationship with Jon is rather different to that of almost employee and employer, but I have easily come to earn that I have a life that just could not be more solid or gratifying. I love my life sentence and all the lilliputian adventures that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a little bit of hair that grows on my legs, I have no body hair's-breadth below my neck opening. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with diminished ( ish ), pert breasts that have minuscule aureoles and giant nipples. When they're intemperate Jon says they're like chapel hat pegleg. I have a nice firm, level stomach with a pubic bone that does stick by out a bit. In my pussy lips I have 2 little Au rings that Jon put in me. My clit is very spectacular and is usually sticking out between my rim. It's about an inch long with a fiddling round head. Jon sometimes calls it my short tool. I don't own any bras, knickers, trousers, leg covering or shortstop ; and 90 % of my wench and dresses can be described as miniskirt or micro. I used to be a very shy girlfriend, but I've now gone completely the early way, and get a bully shiver from letting early people see my body.

I hope that's enough to fulfil the people who asked. If it isn't, perhaps they would wish to email me with specific questions.

Jon told me to stop writing my daybook 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 cyberspace looking for estimation for little adventures or incidents that we could construct to have some fun. We've found one or two stories that appear to be slightly rewritten copies of some of the text in my Journal, and one or two that are very interchangeable to some of the adventures that we've had and that I've written about in my diary. At first I was a bit annoyed about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that someone thought our escapade were good enough to copy. I've started thinking that way as well.

The escapade I'm about to delineate took place quite recently ( January 2001 ) when Jon took me skiing in Oesterreich for a week.

Ski tripper

The first I knew about the trip was when Jon took me shopping to a sports shop. Normally when he's taking me somewhere he doesn't tell me until the day that we go, but occasionally he does. He told me this time because I needed something to observe me warm. When he did tell me I had mixed feelings. On the one hand I'd never been skiing before and was a bit nervous. I've never really been the substantial sporty type. On the other paw I was excited, it was something new, and I was sure that we'd be able to have some ‘ fun ’. I was also a bit worried about the cold. As any of you who have read my diary will have a go at it, I don't habiliment a lot habiliment, and I had visions of newspaper newspaper headline to the effect of, ‘ Young girl found block to death buried in blow wearing cypher but a miniskirt dress ’.

Jon soon put my idea to perch on the last-place bit when he started looking at skisuits and thermal underwear for me. He picked 3 skisuits and told me to try them on. I'd gone out wearing knee length boots, a dress and a pelage, and cipher else. I needed the coat because the weather was bad.

To try the skisuits on I had to take everything off. The one and only changing cubicle ( speculation they didn't have much of a demand for one ) was in the middle of the shop, with just a drapery across. Not the best of curtain either.

I didn't take long to dismantle off and I was pulling the trouser persona of a red suit on when Jon opened the curtain to see how I was getting on. I looked up, and not only could I see Jon, I could see a couple of client. They weren't looking my way - to start off with, but as they moved round one of the men saw me. I was just pulling the pant division over my backside and I'm not sure if he saw my snatch or not. He certainly saw my breasts and I saw that he saw me. I told Jon that a man was watching me and all he said was,"So what, you've never been shy before ”. He was right ; I'm not shy any more. I just wanted to let Jon sleep with that someone was watching me.

I pulled the skisuit properly on and zipped it up. It was a reasonable fit, but I felt strange wearing something that covered so practically of my body ; and it was warm in there as well. Jon told me to go and let a aspect at myself in a mirror so I went out into the main part of the shop. The man who had watched me smiled as I went passed him to the mirror, so I smiled back.

I told Jon that I was glad with the skisuit, but he told me to try another one on. I went back into the changing stall and couldn't close the curtain because Jon was leaning against the bulwark trapping the curtain. I looked at Jon and he said,"cum on, we haven't got all day."So I took the courting off. The man who watched me put it on also watched me take it off, so did the other man. When it was off I turned to ask Jon which courting I should try next. This gave my witness a full frontal view of me. My snatch started to prickle. As Jon answered I looked over at the men and smiled. One of them grinned.

Jon told me to try the blue skisuit on following so I turned and lifted it of the come-on. As I did, I ‘ accidentally'dropped it so that I had to bend over to pick it up. When I was knack over I looked back through my legs and saw that the men were still watching. My pussy was getting wet.

After I picked the suit up I turned to Jon and put it on. My middle were mainly on Jon but I could see the men out of the recession of my eye, they were still watching.

I went through the same routine to try the 3rd suit on ( green one ), and had an audience all of the time. The 3rd lawsuit fitted even dependable than the first one and I kept it on yearner as both Jon and I decided that that was the one. When I took it off I noticed that my pussy had leaked juices onto the crotch.

One of my watchers looked a bit storm when I put just my frock then my pelage on.

Next was the ski boots, Jon had no purpose of buying any, but he wanted me to try some on for 2 reasons. Firstly he wanted to know what size I would need, and secondly he wanted one of the young sales helper to get a hard-on looking at my pussy as he helped me.

Jon decided on the brand and mode of boot and asked the young helper to measure my feet. I sat down with my articulatio genus together and coat wide open. My myopic dress let most of my second joint show, and as soon as the young man got down on his articulatio genus I knew that he'd seen my denudate pubes. His aspect went red. As the man fumbled with the measurer I let my human knee piece a few inches. All the meter the man kept looking up my skirt and by then he'd be able to see the top of my slit. I kept the beneficial bit until he brought the bang out and helped me put them on. I slouched down in the chair and let my pegleg move about as the rush went on. His expression was telling me everything. Poor man, he had trouble concentrating on the boot and he trapped his finger as he fastened one of the boots. Then he had to go through it all again as he showed me how to fasten the boots. It wasn't complicated ; it's just that I wanted him to keep looking at me.

My sloppy pussy was really tingling. I was enjoying it as much as he was.

Amazingly, and unfortunately, the first set of the boot fitted me well so Jon took the size and thanked the man for his help."No problem,"he said,"happy to have helped you."I bet he was.

Jon sorted out some thermals, socks, gloves and goggles and we went to the sales counter. We put them all on the return and a different helper ran them through the trough. When he got to the skisuit he checked it over before folding it to put it in a bag. When he looked at the privates he saw that it was all wet. He looked inside and saw some of my whitish juices and tried to rub them off.

When he finally realised that he wasn't going to rub the fabric dry he said,"I'm very pitiful, this has somehow got wet. I'll go and get another one."Jon told him not to incommode ; we'd take that one. I was nearly blushing.

From there we went and bought me some blue jean. We didn't bother trying them on. Jon just made trusted that the I that we bought had a big clump of textile where the 4 pieces of textile met.

We left home the next weekend with me feeling uncomfortable wearing the jeans and a jump shot under my coat. At to the lowest degree the denim rubbed my pussycat a bit as I walked. Jon told me to contract a couple of garb, but didn't know if I'd get the chance to wear them.

The sheet journeying was uneventful and the four-in-hand head trip was boring. It was wickedness and I hardly saw anything.

We arrived at the summercater Hotel in Sol late that night and went straight to bed.

Next morning Jon was up early and he opened the sleeping accommodation window to let some fresh air in. It certainly was unfermented. Our bedroom wasn't overlooked which meant that no one could watch me walking around the room naked, and being fucked by Jon. Can't win them all.

The scenery was marvelous, it was a bright illuminate day and I could see the cable car going up the lot. There was also at least 2 feet of nose candy on the roofs of the buildings. I'd never actually seen snow that recondite before.

After breakfast Jon was eager to get to the shop where we hired boots and skis. Jon took me up to the top of the first gear cable length car drive then found my ski schoolhouse group for me. He told me that he'd see me back in the hotel later that afternoon ; and he was off.

Jon had told me that he used to go skiing just about every class when he was younger, and he spent most of the workweek going down the red and the black runs. I spent most of the calendar week in ski school. It was fun, I did enjoy myself, but I got quite a few aching, strain and bruise.



Back at the hotel that evening we discovered the hotel swimming consortium and sports / leisure centre. The swimming pool was just off the reception area and only has one small changing room. There are a twosome of changing stall, but they are so lowly that everyone gets changed in the undecided area.

Fortunately Jon had told me to bring my bathing costume with me, but the pool piddle was insensate. Each night before dinner party Jon told me to await in reception until I saw a man going for a swimming. I then had to look a distich of moment to give him time to start getting changed, and then travel along him in. I then had to build sure that he saw everything as I stripped and struggled ( deliberately ) to put my thin white Lycra swimwear on. I then had to dive in the pool and make sure that he saw my big teat trying to erupt out of the swimsuit.

After that I had to get out and fall around in the changing area ( naked ) in the hope that someone else would occur in. entirely twice did I manage to give soul a show when I got out and dressed.

From there I had to go and unite Jon in the leisure time centre. Jon told me that the sign that was just after the changing rooms said that wearing apparel were prevent beyond that point ; and everyone was naked. There was a sauna, a steam elbow room, a Jacuzzi, an extremely cold plunge pool, a span of relaxation areas and a massage room.

We went into the leisure centre every night and for quite a bit of that metre I was the only female in there. I spent well-nigh of the meter in there feeling the optic of the men staring at me. It was nice. I don't suppose that me lying on the sun loungers with my feet on the priming at either slope did anything to admonish them either.

Neither of us went skiing on the Wednesday. It was a day of rest that we both needed. In the dawn we wandered around the village and found a world swimming pool. We went back to the hotel for our costumes and spent the good afternoon there.

I was amazed by the number of people there, you could hardly incite in some parts. The changing area was fun, what Jon tells me is typical mainland Europe with some little booth and one big assailable area. Guess where I spent a lot of meter pretending to get dressed and undressed. Jon left me to it most of the time, but after I got changed for the third metre in 2 minute he came after me and fucked me in one of the cubicles.

At one position of the principal pool ( which was quite warm ) there is an exit where you can float to a little pool outside. There you can sit with just your headway above the very warm water with steam rising around you. There's a with child consortium that was frozen over and had thick snow on it. We watched 3 people get out and axial rotation in the snow. Part of another little pool next to the warm bit had had the ice broken on it and we watched one mad man go for a quick swimming in it. Jon decided that I should have a go. I got out of the affectionate bit and was standing shivering on the boundary of the icy bit trying to soak up enough courage to jump in when Jon pushed me in. It was only about 10 feet long, but Jon made me swim to the other end and spine before getting back into the fond bit

God was it stale. My teat were that common cold they were aching something rotten ; and peach about swollen ; I've never seen them that big. They were still aching and sway hard the next break of day. Even in the Jacuzzi in the hotel that night they were rock hard. Jon was ‘ amused ’.

On the Thursday Night, Jon decided that we'd check in the hotel bar. The other night we'd put lots of clothes on and gone for our Apres Ski at other local bars. Good fun, but nothing worth writing about.

Jon told me to get into one of the dresses I'd taken. It was the only time I wore a dress that calendar week, and I was the only woman there wearing one ( little did they know what I wasn't wearing underneath ). All the others ( including the staff ) were wearing trousers. As we walked into the restaurant it went silent and most of the multitude looked to see why.

The talking soon started again and we had a gracious meal. I think I had a bit too much local beer afterwards and I fell over walking out. I didn't see if anyone saw my backside and kitty-cat when I was down, or getting up, but some people must have done. Jon helped me up and up to the room where he took his pleasure and went to sleep.

Friday, the endure day, was a bit different. Jon asked me where we stopped for luncheon and he met me there. I spent the afternoon going down a couple of blue and one red run. Nearly at the bottom of the red run is this log cabin. Jon took me round the vertebral column of it ( no one lived there in the wintertime ) and we sat on a wooden bench taking in the shiny sun and scenery. Fantastic views.

After about 10 minutes Jon told me to strip down. Stupidly, I said,"What ?"and he had to repeat himself. I just knew what was going to happen as soon as I was naked. It was both hot and cold if you know what I mean. The sun was affectionate, but everything else was cold. My nipples were hard as I bent over his knee and counted the 20 slaps with his hand. After that he told me to sit in the snow to cool my backside and twat. That was cold.

A pair of minutes later he told me to get up and lay on my spine on the bench. I then had to put my wooden leg straight up in the air and open them wide. He looked at my pussy for a moment the opened his skisuit and fucked me. As he was thrusting in and out I could hear the other skiers swishing passed. I didn't cum, but Jon did.

My thermals were soaked in our juice by the prison term we got back to the hotel, and I was sword lily I didn't have to put them on again.

We went home the following morning.

That's about it except to say that Jon threw my jeans and thermals in the applesauce bin just as soon as we got home. The skisuit is now in the loft and I doubt that it will get used until ( and if ) Jon takes me skiing again.

I still have a few former experiences that Jon has told me to document, and there's bounds to be more than as time goes on. I'm sure Jon will get me to bring out them on my web pageboy as and when he's read them and is well-chosen with them.

Love

Vanessa