Introduction

Hi, my figure 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 universe in a little township in due north weal and went to work as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the E Midland of England. It was a brave out decision to do as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advert in a BDSM magazine that someone had left in the styler where I worked. I didn't really know 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 consultation for the job was unbelievable, but I was so dire to change my life history 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 website that it is published on.

If you care to register my Journal you will attain that my relationship with Jon is rather different to that of about employee and employer, but I have easily come to make that I have a life sentence that just could not be more satisfying or pleasurable. I love my life history and all the picayune adventures that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a little bit of whisker that grows on my legs, I have no body haircloth below my neck opening. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with small ( ish ), pert tit that have minuscule aureoles and goliath nipples. When they're heavy Jon says they're like chapel hat pegs. I have a nice house, flat belly with a pubic bone that does pose out a bit. In my pussycat rim I have 2 little gold gang that Jon put in me. My clit is very outstanding and is usually sticking out between my sassing. It's about an inch long with a little round headland. Jon sometimes calls it my footling dick. I don't own any bras, pants, trouser, leg covering or shorts ; and 90 % of my dame and frock 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 great tingle from letting former people see my body.

I hope that's enough to fulfil the people who asked. If it isn't, perhaps they would care to e-mail me with particular questions.

Jon told me to block off writing my diary in the summertime 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 minuscule adventure or incidents that we could manufacture to have some fun. We've found one or two stories that appear to be slightly rewritten written matter of some of the text in my daybook, and one or two that are very similar to some of the dangerous undertaking 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 somebody thought our adventures were adept enough to copy. I've started thinking that way as well.

The escapade I'm about to identify took piazza quite recently ( January 2001 ) when Jon took me skiing in Austria for a week.

Ski Trip

The first I knew about the trip was when Jon took me shopping to a fun shop class. 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 prison term because I needed something to maintain me warm. When he did tell me I had integrate feelings. On the one manus I'd never been skiing before and was a bit anxious. I've never really been the veridical sporty case. On the other handwriting I was excited, it was something new, and I was sure that we'd be able to experience some ‘ fun ’. I was also a bit worried about the frigidness. As any of you who have read my Journal will know, I don't wear lots clothing, and I had visions of newspaper publisher headlines to the effect of, ‘ offspring girl found freeze down to death buried in Snow wearing aught but a miniskirt frock ’.

Jon soon put my mind to lie on the last 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 distance the boot, a dress and a coat, and nothing 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 booth ( guess they didn't have much of a demand for one ) was in the middle of the store, with just a curtain across. Not the honorable of curtains either.

I didn't take long to strip off and I was pulling the trousers part of a red courtship on when Jon opened the drapery to see how I was getting on. I looked up, and not only could I see Jon, I could see a duad 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 trouser part over my fundament and I'm not sure enough if he saw my twat 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 than. I just wanted to let Jon hump that someone was watching me.

I pulled the skisuit properly on and zipped it up. It was a fair fit, but I felt strange wearing something that covered so much of my consistence ; and it was warm 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 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 happy with the skisuit, but he told me to try another one on. I went back into the changing cubicle and couldn't close the curtain because Jon was leaning against the wall trapping the curtain. I looked at Jon and he said,"seminal fluid on, we haven't got all day."So I took the courtship off. The man who watched me put it on also watched me need it off, so did the other man. When it was off I turned to ask Jon which suit I should try following. This gave my looker a full frontal sight of me. My pussy started to prickle. As Jon answered I looked over at the men and smiled. One of them grinned.

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

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

I went through the same routine to try the 3rd suit on ( green one ), and had an consultation all of the time. The 3rd lawsuit fitted even better than the firstly 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 pussy had leaked succus onto the crotch.

One of my spectator looked a bit surprised when I put just my frock then my coat on.

Next was the ski boots, Jon had no intention of buying any, but he wanted me to try some on for 2 reason. Firstly he wanted to have a go at it what size I would need, and secondly he wanted one of the offspring sales helper to get a hard-on looking at my puss as he helped me.

Jon decided on the make and fashion of boot and asked the young assistant to measure my groundwork. I sat down with my human knee together and surface wide open. My short apparel let well-nigh of my thighs show, and as soon as the Pres Young man got down on his stifle I knew that he'd seen my bald loins. His face went red. As the man fumbled with the measurer I let my knee office 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 boots out and helped me put them on. I slouched down in the chair and let my stage move about as the iron heel went on. His facial expression was telling me everything. poor people man, he had worry concentrating on the boots and he trapped his finger's breadth as he fastened one of the boots. Then he had to go through it all again as he showed me how to tighten the boots. It wasn't complicated ; it's just that I wanted him to observe looking at me.

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

Amazingly, and unfortunately, the maiden set of rush fitted me well so Jon took the sizing and thanked the man for his avail."No problem,"he said,"happy to deliver helped you."I bet he was.

Jon sorted out some thermals, socks, gloves and goggles and we went to the sales parry. We put them all on the heel counter and a dissimilar supporter ran them through the cashbox. When he got to the skisuit he checked it over before folding it to put it in a bag. When he looked at the genital organ he saw that it was all wet. He looked inside and saw some of my milky juices and tried to rub them off.

When he finally realised that he wasn't going to rub the material dry he said,"I'm very lamentable, 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 blue jean. We didn't bother trying them on. Jon just made sure that the I that we bought had a big lump of material where the 4 art object of cloth met.

We left menage the next weekend with me feeling uncomfortable wearing the blue jean and a pinafore under my pelage. At least the denim rubbed my pussy a bit as I walked. Jon told me to subscribe to a brace of clothes, but didn't know if I'd get the opportunity to wear them.

The plane journey was uneventful and the four-in-hand trip was boring. It was sullen and I hardly saw anything.

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

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

The scenery was fantastic, it was a lustrous clear day and I could see the cable's length car going up the mountains. There was also at to the lowest degree 2 substructure of Snow on the roof of the buildings. I'd never actually seen snow that deep 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 cable car ride then found my ski schooling 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 younger, and he spent well-nigh of the week going down the red and the black runs. I spent almost of the week in ski school. It was fun, I did savour myself, but I got quite a few ache, pains and bruise.



Back at the hotel that evening we discovered the hotel swimming pool and sport / leisure centre. The swimming pool was just off the reception country and only has one diminished changing elbow room. There are a duet of changing carrel, but they are so humble that everyone gets changed in the open area.

Fortunately Jon had told me to exact my swimming costume with me, but the pool water was frigidity. Each nighttime before dinner Jon told me to wait in response until I saw a man going for a swim. I then had to wait a span of minutes to give him meter to start getting changed, and then comply him in. I then had to make surely that he saw everything as I stripped and struggled ( deliberately ) to put my thin egg white Lycra swimming costume on. I then had to dive in the pool and make indisputable that he saw my big nipple trying to burst out of the bathing suit.

After that I had to get out and hang up around in the changing domain ( naked ) in the hope that person else would come in. Only twice did I manage to give someone a show when I got out and dressed.

From there I had to go and link up Jon in the leisure heart and soul. Jon told me that the augury that was just after the changing rooms said that clothes were proscribed beyond that point ; and everyone was naked. There was a sweat room, a steam room, a Jacuzzi, an extremely inhuman plunge pool, a dyad of relaxation domain and a massage room.

We went into the leisure time centre every nighttime and for quite a bit of that fourth dimension I was the exclusively female person in there. I spent most of the time in there feeling the eyes of the men staring at me. It was overnice. I don't suppose that me lying on the sun loungers with my feet on the ground at either slope did anything to admonish them either.

Neither of us went skiing on the Wednesday. It was a day of residual that we both needed. In the morning we wandered around the small town and found a populace swim pool. We went back to the hotel for our costumes and spent the afternoon there.

I was amazed by the identification number of masses there, you could hardly strike in some parts. The changing area was fun, what Jon tells me is distinctive mainland European Economic Community with some fiddling cubicles and one big undecided area. guess where I spent a lot of time pretending to get dressed and undressed. Jon left me to it most of the metre, but after I got changed for the third gear time in 2 hours he came after me and fucked me in one of the cubicles.

At one side of the chief pool ( which was quite warm ) there is an exit where you can swim to a little consortium outside. There you can sit with just your head above the very strong body of water with steam rising around you. There's a self-aggrandising pool that was frozen over and had thick coke on it. We watched 3 mass get out and roll in the nose candy. constituent of another small kitty next to the strong bit had had the ice broken on it and we watched one mad man go for a quickly swim in it. Jon decided that I should have a go. I got out of the quick bit and was standing shivering on the edge of the icy bit trying to overcharge up enough courage to skip over in when Jon pushed me in. It was only about 10 feet hanker, but Jon made me drown to the other end and spine before getting back into the fond bit

God was it moth-eaten. My nipple were that cold-blooded they were aching something rotten ; and lecture about swollen ; I've never seen them that big. They were still aching and rock hard the next forenoon. Even in the Jacuzzi in the hotel that Nox they were rock gruelling. Jon was ‘ amused ’.

On the Thursday night, Jon decided that we'd stay in the hotel bar. The early nights we'd put scads of clothes on and gone for our Apres Ski at other local bars. beneficial fun, but naught worth writing about.

Jon told me to wear one of the wearing apparel I'd taken. It was the only time I wore a dress that hebdomad, and I was the entirely woman there wearing one ( little did they know what I wasn't wearing underneath ). All the others ( including the staff ) were wearing pant. As we walked into the restaurant it went understood and most of the hoi polloi looked to see why.

The talking soon started again and we had a squeamish 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 tooshie and kitty-cat when I was down, or getting up, but some multitude must have done. Jon helped me up and up to the room where he took his pleasure and went to sleep.

Friday, the last day, was a bit unlike. Jon asked me where we stopped for lunch and he met me there. I spent the afternoon going down a couple of blue and one red run. Nearly at the tail of the red run is this log cabin. Jon took me round the back of it ( no one lived there in the winters ) and we sat on a wooden bench taking in the brightly sun and scenery. Fantastic panorama.

After about 10 minutes Jon told me to strip. Stupidly, I said,"What ?"and he had to reprize himself. I just knew what was going to pass off 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 nipples were intemperate as I bent over his knee and counted the 20 smacking with his hand. After that he told me to sit in the blow to cool off my backside and snatch. That was cold.

A couple of minute of arc 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 all-inclusive. He looked at my cunt for a min 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 glad I didn't have to put them on again.

We went home the next morning.

That's about it except to say that Jon threw my dungaree and thermals in the rubbish 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 early experiences that Jon has told me to document, and there's bound to be more as meter goes on. I'm sure as shooting Jon will get me to publish them on my web pages as and when he's take them and is happy with them.

Love

Vanessa