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Hi, my figure is Vanessa. I was born in Dec 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound figure of speech with blondish pilus. In 1998 I quit my tedious existence in a fiddling Town in North strake and went to make for as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East midland of England. It was a braw decision to make as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advert in a BDSM magazine that someone had left in the hairdressers where I worked. I didn't really know what I was letting myself in for, but I really did demand to do something because my life was so drab and drilling. Even the interview for the job was incredible, but I was so desperate to change my lifespan 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 animation, and he has since created a web situation that it is published on.

If you care to read my journal you will expose that my relationship with Jon is rather different to that of near employee and employer, but I have easily come to realise that I have a life-time that just could not be more hearty or pleasurable. I love my life and all the little adventures that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a little bit of tomentum that grows on my leg, I have no body hair below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with pocket-size ( ish ), pert titty that have minor aureoles and whale nipple. When they're hard Jon says they're like chapel hat pegs. I have a nice house, straight venter with a pubic pearl that does stick out a bit. In my pussy lips I have 2 piffling Au rings that Jon put in me. My clit is very prominent and is usually sticking out between my lips. It's about an inch long with a little rung head. Jon sometimes calls it my little dick. I don't own any bra, drawers, trousers, leggings or drawers ; and 90 % of my skirt and clothes can be described as miniskirt or micro. I used to be a very shy miss, but I've now gone completely the other way, and get a slap-up tingle from letting other people see my body.

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

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 escapade or incidents that we could make up to induce 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 similar to some of the risky venture that we've had and that I've written about in my Journal. At first gear I was a bit annoyed about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that person thought our adventures were good enough to copy. I've started thinking that way as well.

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

Ski trip

The first I knew about the stumble was when Jon took me shopping to a mutation 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 clip because I needed something to keep me strong. When he did enjoin me I had flux feelings. On the one mitt I'd never been skiing before and was a bit neural. I've never really been the real sporty eccentric. On the other hired hand 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 vex about the frigidness. As any of you who have read my Journal will know, I don't wear practically habiliment, and I had imaginativeness of newspaper headline to the gist of, ‘ Young girl found frozen to death buried in play false wearing cipher but a mini dress ’.

Jon soon put my mind to rest on the terminal 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 articulatio genus duration 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 take everything off. The one and only changing cubicle ( guesswork 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 pall either.

I didn't take long to strip off and I was pulling the trouser part of a red suit on when Jon opened the pall to see how I was getting on. I looked up, and not only could I see Jon, I could see a duad of customers. They weren't looking my way - to bulge out off with, but as they moved round one of the men saw me. I was just pulling the trouser portion 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 get laid that someone was watching me.

I pulled the skisuit properly on and zipped it up. It was a sane fit, but I felt strange wearing something that covered so a lot of my body ; and it was affectionate 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 workshop. 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 well-chosen 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 paries trapping the drape. I looked at Jon and he said,"seed on, we haven't got all day."So I took the suit off. The man who watched me put it on also watched me subscribe it off, so did the early man. When it was off I turned to ask Jon which courtship I should try adjacent. This gave my spectator a full frontal eyeshot of me. My puss 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 claw. As I did, I ‘ accidentally'dropped it so that I had to bend over to pick it up. When I was bent over I looked back through my legs and saw that the men were still watching. My slit was getting wet.

After I picked the suit up I turned to Jon and put it on. My eyes 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 Saame routine to try the 3rd suit on ( green one ), and had an audience all of the time. The 3rd cause fitted even better than the maiden 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 juice onto the genitalia.

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

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

Jon decided on the shuffle and style of boot and asked the young assistant to measure my human foot. I sat down with my knees together and coat wide undetermined. My short dress let most of my thighs show, and as soon as the young man got down on his human knee I knew that he'd seen my bald pubes. His look went red. As the man fumbled with the measurer I let my knees part a few inch. All the meter the man kept looking up my skirt and by then he'd be capable 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 legs move about as the iron boot went on. His face was telling me everything. Poor man, he had trouble concentrating on the the boot and he trapped his finger as he fastened one of the kicking. Then he had to go through it all again as he showed me how to fasten the boot. It wasn't complicated ; it's just that I wanted him to restrain 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 iron heel fitted me well so Jon took the size of it and thanked the man for his supporter."No problem,"he said,"happy to sustain helped you."I bet he was.

Jon sorted out some thermals, socks, baseball glove and goggles and we went to the sales counter. We put them all on the counter and a unlike assistant ran them through the till. 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 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 good-for-nothing, this has somehow got wet. I'll go and get another one."Jon told him not to nettle ; we'd take that one. I was nearly blushing.

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

We left home the side by side weekend with me feeling uncomfortable wearing the jean and a sweater under my coat. At to the lowest degree the jeans rubbed my pussy a bit as I walked. Jon told me to drive a couplet of dresses, but didn't know if I'd get the fortune to don them.

The plane journeying was uneventful and the motorcoach stumble was boring. It was dark and I hardly saw anything.

We arrived at the Sports Hotel in Sol late that Nox 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 impudent. Our sleeping accommodation wasn't overlooked which meant that no one could watch me walking around the way naked, and being fucked by Jon. Can't win them all.

The scenery was fantastic, it was a bright light day and I could see the line car going up the mountains. There was also at least 2 human foot of snow on the roofs of the edifice. I'd never actually seen snow that rich before.

After breakfast Jon was aegir to get to the shop where we hired rush and skis. Jon took me up to the top of the first cable car ride then found my ski shoal group for me. He told me that he'd see me back in the hotel later that good afternoon ; and he was off.

Jon had told me that he used to go skiing just about every yr when he was younger, and he spent most of the hebdomad going down the red and the black runs. I spent most of the workweek in ski school. It was fun, I did relish myself, but I got quite a few aching, pains and bruises.



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

Fortunately Jon had told me to exact my bathing suit with me, but the consortium water supply was frigidity. Each night before dinner Jon told me to hold off in reception until I saw a man going for a swim. I then had to waitress a couple of minutes to give him fourth dimension to start getting changed, and then follow him in. I then had to cause sure that he saw everything as I stripped and struggled ( deliberately ) to put my thin flannel Lycra swimsuit on. I then had to plunge in the pool and give sure that he saw my big nipples trying to burst out of the swimsuit.

After that I had to get out and give ear around in the changing area ( naked ) in the Leslie Townes Hope that mortal else would come in. lonesome twice did I manage to give someone a appearance when I got out and dressed.

From there I had to go and link up Jon in the leisure time centre. Jon told me that the mansion that was just after the changing rooms said that dress were forbidden beyond that point ; and everyone was naked. There was a sweat room, a steam room, a Jacuzzi, an extremely cold dip pool, a twosome of ease areas and a massage room.

We went into the leisure core every Night and for quite a bit of that clock time I was the solely female person in there. I spent nigh of the meter in there feeling the center of the men staring at me. It was squeamish. I don't suppose that me lying on the sun loungers with my understructure on the ground at either side did anything to discourage them either.

Neither of us went skiing on the Wednesday. It was a day of rest that we both needed. In the morning we wandered around the village and found a public 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 strike in some parts. The changing area was fun, what Jon tells me is typical mainland Europe with some little carrel and one big receptive area. Guess where I spent a lot of metre pretending to get dressed and undressed. Jon left me to it most of the prison term, but after I got changed for the thirdly clip in 2 hours he came after me and fucked me in one of the cubicles.

At one English of the main pool ( which was quite strong ) there is an exit where you can swim to a short pool outside. There you can sit with just your head above the very warm pee with steam rising around you. There's a liberal pool that was frozen over and had thick Snow on it. We watched 3 citizenry get out and gyre in the C. P. Snow. portion of another petty puddle next to the tender bit had had the ice broken on it and we watched one mad man go for a quick swim in it. Jon decided that I should have a go. I got out of the warm bit and was standing shivering on the edge of the icy bit trying to hook up enough courage to jump in when Jon pushed me in. It was only about 10 metrical unit long, but Jon made me drown to the other end and backrest before getting back into the warm bit

God was it insensate. My pap were that cold they were aching something rotten ; and speak about swollen ; I've never seen them that big. They were still aching and rock hard the next daybreak. Even in the Jacuzzi in the hotel that night they were rock hard. Jon was ‘ amused ’.

On the Th night, Jon decided that we'd stop in the hotel bar. The former Nox we'd put lots of apparel on and gone for our Apres Ski at other topical anesthetic bars. Good fun, but nothing worth writing about.

Jon told me to wear one of the dresses I'd taken. It was the exclusively clip I wore a wearing apparel that week, and I was the only cleaning woman there wearing one ( footling did they know what I wasn't wearing underneath ). All the others ( including the staff ) were wearing trouser. As we walked into the eating house it went unsounded and virtually of the the great unwashed looked to see why.

The talking soon started again and we had a nice meal. I think I had a bit too practically topical anesthetic beer afterwards and I fell over walking out. I didn't see if anyone saw my backside and pussy when I was down, or getting up, but some hoi polloi must have done. Jon helped me up and up to the room where he took his joy and went to sleep.

Friday, the last day, was a bit different. 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 bottom of the red run is this log cabin. Jon took me polish the back of it ( no one lived there in the winter ) and we sat on a wooden bench taking in the shiny sun and scenery. fantastical views.

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

A couple of mo 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 extensive. He looked at my cunt for a mo the opened his skisuit and fucked me. As he was thrusting in and out I could hear the early skiers swishing passed. I didn't cum, but Jon did.

My thermals were soaked in our juice by the clock time we got back to the hotel, and I was sword lily 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 blue jean 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 former experiences that Jon has told me to document, and there's limit to be more than as time goes on. I'm certain Jon will get me to publish them on my web pages as and when he's read them and is glad with them.

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