Introduction

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 existence in a little townspeople in N Wales and went to puzzle out as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the due east Midlands of England. It was a brave decision to make as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advertising in a BDSM magazine publisher that mortal had left in the hairdressers where I worked. I didn't really know what I was letting myself in for, but I really did involve to do something because my life was so drab and drilling. Even the interview for the job was unbelievable, but I was so desperate to deepen 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 compose a Journal of my new aliveness, and he has since created a web site that it is published on.

If you care to show my diary you will discover that my family relationship with Jon is rather different to that of nearly employee and employer, but I have easily come to bring in that I have a life that just could not be more satisfying or pleasurable. I love my life and all the little dangerous undertaking that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a small bit of hair that grows on my legs, I have no body fuzz below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with lowly ( ish ), pert boob that have small-scale aureoles and titan pap. When they're intemperately Jon says they're like chapel hat pegs. I have a nice firm, flat tire stomach with a pubic bone that does stick out a bit. In my slit lips I have 2 lilliputian gold rings that Jon put in me. My clit is very prominent and is usually sticking out between my back talk. It's about an column inch long with a trivial round head. Jon sometimes calls it my slight peter. I don't own any brassiere, breeches, trousers, legging or shorts ; and 90 % of my wench 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 groovy thrill from letting other masses see my body.

I hope that's enough to live up to the people who asked. If it isn't, perhaps they would wish to e-mail me with specific questions.

Jon told me to stop writing my diary in the summer of 1999, but has recently asked me to document, some of the more matter to experiences that we have had since then.

Both Jon and I have been scouring the Internet looking for ideas for minuscule dangerous undertaking or incidents that we could manufacture to own some fun. We've found one or two stories that appear to be slightly rewritten transcript of some of the text in my daybook, and one or two that are very standardized to some of the adventures that we've had and that I've written about in my daybook. At first I was a bit annoyed about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that someone thought our adventures were adept enough to copy. I've started thinking that way as well.

The adventure I'm about to account took topographic point quite recently ( January 2001 ) when Jon took me skiing in Austria for a week.

Ski tripper

The first I knew about the trip was when Jon took me shopping to a sportswoman shop. Normally when he's taking me somewhere he doesn't order me until the day that we go, but occasionally he does. He told me this fourth dimension because I needed something to hold on me warm. When he did state me I had mixed touch. On the one hand I'd never been skiing before and was a bit nervous. I've never really been the real sporty type. On the other script I was excited, it was something new, and I was sure that we'd be able to throw some ‘ fun ’. I was also a bit worried about the cold. As any of you who have read my diary will know, I don't wear much article of clothing, and I had vision of newspaper headline to the effect of, ‘ Pres Young girl found icy to death buried in C wearing nothing but a mini dress ’.

Jon soon put my mind to rest on the live on 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 joint length boots, a dress and a coat, and nothing else. I needed the coating because the weather was bad.

To try the skisuits on I had to remove everything off. The one and only changing cubicle ( surmise they didn't have much of a demand for one ) was in the midsection of the workshop, with just a drape across. Not the best of pall either.

I didn't take long to strip off and I was pulling the trousers theatrical role of a red courting 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 customers. 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 trouser part over my rear end and I'm not sure if he saw my pussy or not. He certainly saw my titty 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 Thomas More. I just wanted to let Jon know that person was watching me.

I pulled the skisuit properly on and zipped it up. It was a fairish fit, but I felt unknown wearing something that covered so a lot of my body ; and it was warm up in there as well. Jon told me to go and have a tone at myself in a mirror so I went out into the main function 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 happy with the skisuit, but he told me to try another one on. I went back into the changing stall and couldn't close the drapery because Jon was leaning against the wall trapping the curtain. I looked at Jon and he said,"Come on, we haven't got all day."So I took the suit of clothes off. The man who watched me put it on also watched me necessitate it off, so did the other man. When it was off I turned to ask Jon which causa I should try adjacent. This gave my watchers a replete frontal view of me. My twat started to tingle. As Jon answered I looked over at the men and smiled. One of them grinned.

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

After I picked the lawsuit up I turned to Jon and put it on. My middle were mainly on Jon but I could see the men out of the corner 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 meter. The 3rd suit of clothes fitted even meliorate than the beginning one and I kept it on longer as both Jon and I decided that that was the one. When I took it off I noticed that my kitty had leaked juice onto the genitalia.

One of my watchers looked a bit surprised when I put just my dress then my coat on.

Next was the ski iron heel, Jon had no aim of buying any, but he wanted me to try some on for 2 reasonableness. Firstly he wanted to experience what sizing I would take, and secondly he wanted one of the Lester Willis Young sales assistant to get a hard-on looking at my slit as he helped me.

Jon decided on the shuffling and stylus of boot and asked the young assistant to measure my feet. I sat down with my knees together and coat wide loose. My inadequate dress let most of my thighs show, and as soon as the Brigham Young man got down on his knees I knew that he'd seen my bald pubic region. His face went red. As the man fumbled with the measurer I let my knee joint character a few inch. All the time the man kept looking up my skirt and by then he'd be able to see the top of my slit. I kept the best bit until he brought the rush out and helped me put them on. I slouched down in the chair and let my legs move about as the boot went on. His face was telling me everything. Poor man, he had difficulty concentrating on the rush 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 secure the boots. It wasn't complicated ; it's just that I wanted him to observe 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 charge fitted me well so Jon took the size of it 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, wind sock, glove and goggles and we went to the sale counter. We put them all on the counter and a unlike assistant 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 crotch he saw that it was all wet. He looked inside and saw some of my whitish juice and tried to rub them off.

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

From there we went and bought me some jeans. We didn't bother trying them on. Jon just made sure that the ones that we bought had a big lump of textile where the 4 pieces of cloth met.

We left abode the future weekend with me feeling uncomfortable wearing the jeans and a pinny under my coat. At least the jeans rubbed my snatch a bit as I walked. Jon told me to take a couple of garb, but didn't know if I'd get the chance to wear them.

The planer journey was uneventful and the coach trip was boring. It was glum and I hardly saw anything.

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

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

The scenery was fantastic, it was a hopeful top day and I could see the line car going up the mountains. There was also at least 2 base of snow on the roofs of the buildings. I'd never actually seen snow that deep before.

After breakfast Jon was tidal bore to get to the shop class where we hired iron heel and skis. Jon took me up to the top of the first cablegram car ride then found my ski school 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 year when he was untried, and he spent most of the hebdomad going down the red and the nigrify runs. I spent most of the workweek in ski school. It was fun, I did savor myself, but I got quite a few ache, nuisance and bruise.



Back at the hotel that evening we discovered the hotel swimming pool and mutation / leisure time centre. The swimming kitty was just off the reception country and only has one pocket-size changing elbow room. There are a couple of changing cubicles, but they are so small that everyone gets changed in the opened area.

Fortunately Jon had told me to withdraw my swimsuit with me, but the puddle water was inhuman. Each night before dinner Jon told me to waitress in reception until I saw a man going for a swimming. I then had to wait a duo of minutes to give him prison term to get getting changed, and then follow him in. I then had to make sure that he saw everything as I stripped and struggled ( deliberately ) to put my thin T. H. White Lycra swimsuit on. I then had to dive in the kitty and get to sure that he saw my big nipples trying to burst out of the swimsuit.

After that I had to get out and attend around in the changing region ( naked ) in the hope that someone else would come in. Only twice did I manage to give mortal a appearance when I got out and dressed.

From there I had to go and link Jon in the leisure centre. Jon told me that the sign that was just after the changing rooms said that clothes were forbidden beyond that full point ; and everyone was naked. There was a sauna, a steam room, a Jacuzzi, an extremely cold dip syndicate, a duad of relaxation surface area and a massage room.

We went into the leisure time centre every night and for quite a bit of that time I was the only female in there. I spent most of the time in there feeling the heart of the men staring at me. It was prissy. I don't suppose that me lying on the sun loungers with my feet on the terra firma at either side 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 dayspring we wandered around the village and found a world swimming pool. We went back to the hotel for our costumes and spent the afternoon there.

I was amazed by the number of people there, you could hardly move in some parts. The changing region was fun, what Jon tells me is typical mainland Europe with some little stall and one big open up area. surmise where I spent a lot of meter pretending to get dressed and undressed. Jon left me to it virtually of the time, but after I got changed for the tertiary clip in 2 hours he came after me and fucked me in one of the cubicles.

At one incline of the main pool ( which was quite tender ) there is an exit where you can float to a little pool outside. There you can sit with just your nous above the very warm water with steam rising around you. There's a braggy pool that was frozen over and had thick Baron Snow of Leicester on it. We watched 3 people get out and bowl 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 speedy swim in it. Jon decided that I should throw a go. I got out of the warm bit and was standing shivering on the edge of the icy bit trying to pluck up enough courage to parachute in when Jon pushed me in. It was only about 10 human foot long, but Jon made me swim to the other end and vertebral column before getting back into the warm bit

God was it common cold. My nipples were that low temperature they were aching something rotten ; and spill about swollen ; I've never seen them that big. They were still aching and sway hard the next morning. Even in the Jacuzzi in the hotel that dark they were rock hard. Jon was ‘ amused ’.

On the Thursday night, Jon decided that we'd arrest in the hotel bar. The other nights we'd put lots of clothes on and gone for our Apres Ski at former local cake. Good fun, but nothing Charles Frederick Worth writing about.

Jon told me to wear off one of the frock I'd taken. It was the only sentence I wore a frock that week, and I was the only char there wearing one ( short did they know what I wasn't wearing underneath ). All the others ( including the staff ) were wearing trousers. As we walked into the eating house it went silent and nigh of the multitude looked to see why.

The talking soon started again and we had a nice repast. 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 puss when I was down, or getting up, but some people must have done. Jon helped me up and up to the elbow room where he took his pleasure and went to sleep.

Fri, the go day, was a bit dissimilar. Jon asked me where we stopped for tiffin and he met me there. I spent the afternoon going down a couple of blue and one red run. Nearly at the butt of the red run is this log cabin. Jon took me round the cover of it ( no one lived there in the wintertime ) and we sat on a wooden workbench taking in the bright sun and scenery. Fantastic view.

After about 10 instant Jon told me to denude. 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 warm, but everything else was cold. My teat were arduous as I bent over his knee and counted the 20 smack with his paw. After that he told me to sit in the snow to chill my back end and twat. That was cold.

A couple of minutes later he told me to get up and lay on my back on the bench. I then had to put my legs straight up in the air and open them wide-eyed. He looked at my pussycat for a hour the opened his skisuit and fucked me. As he was thrusting in and out I could hear the former skiers swishing passed. I didn't cum, but Jon did.

My thermals were soaked in our juices by the prison term we got back to the hotel, and I was glad 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 denim and thermals in the tripe bin just as soon as we got home. The skisuit is now in the garret 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 leaping to be more than as fourth dimension goes on. I'm sure Jon will get me to issue them on my web pages as and when he's say them and is glad with them.

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