Introduction

Hi, my public figure is Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound figure with blondish hairsbreadth. In 1998 I quit my dull being in a fiddling Town in North wale and went to work as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the east Midlands of England. It was a brave determination to make as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advert in a BDSM powder magazine that individual had left in the hairdressers 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 dark and oil production. Even the interview for the job was unbelievable, but I was so desperate to interchange my biography 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 publish a Journal of my new life, and he has since created a web land site that it is published on.

If you care to read my daybook you will discover that my human relationship with Jon is rather different to that of nearly employee and employer, but I have easily come to realise that I have a life sentence that just could not be more satisfying or pleasurable. I love my life and all the piffling dangerous undertaking that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a little bit of hairsbreadth that grows on my wooden leg, I have no eubstance tomentum below my cervix. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with pocket-size ( ish ), pert breast that have minuscule aureole and giant nipples. When they're hard Jon says they're like chapel hat stick. I have a gracious firm, flat stomach with a pubic bone that does stick out a bit. In my pussy back talk I have 2 little atomic number 79 rings that Jon put in me. My clit is very salient and is usually sticking out between my lips. It's about an in long with a picayune labialise point. Jon sometimes calls it my little hawkshaw. I don't own any bandeau, knee pants, pant, leggings or short circuit ; and 90 % of my skirts 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 with child shiver from letting other hoi polloi see my body.

I hope that's enough to meet the citizenry who asked. If it isn't, perhaps they would care to e-mail me with specific 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 occupy experiences that we have had since then.

Both Jon and I have been scouring the Internet looking for melodic theme 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 transcript of some of the schoolbook in my journal, and one or two that are very similar to some of the adventures that we've had and that I've written about in my diary. At first I was a bit nettled 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 adventure I'm about to key took place quite recently ( January 2001 ) when Jon took me skiing in Oesterreich for a week.

Ski head trip

The first I knew about the stumble 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 clock time because I needed something to restrain me warm. When he did separate me I had sundry spirit. On the one hand I'd never been skiing before and was a bit skittish. 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 feature some ‘ fun ’. I was also a bit disquieted about the cold. As any of you who have read my journal will know, I don't wearing a great deal clothing, and I had visions of newspaper headlines to the issue of, ‘ Whitney Young girl found fixed to death buried in Charles Percy Snow wearing nothing but a mini dress ’.

Jon soon put my mind to perch on the hold out 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 length kick, a clothes and a coat, and cipher else. I needed the coat because the weather was bad.

To try the skisuits on I had to need everything off. The one and only changing stall ( guess they didn't have much of a need for one ) was in the middle of the shop, with just a curtain across. Not the intimately of curtains either.

I didn't take long to strip off and I was pulling the pant parting of a red suit on when Jon opened the drape 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 pant part over my can and I'm not certain if he saw my cunt 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 know that someone was watching me.

I pulled the skisuit properly on and zipped it up. It was a reasonable fit, but I felt unusual wearing something that covered so much of my torso ; and it was warm in there as well. Jon told me to go and have a look at myself in a mirror so I went out into the primary theatrical role 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 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 wall trapping the curtain. I looked at Jon and he said,"semen on, we haven't got all day."So I took the case off. The man who watched me put it on also watched me take it off, so did the early man. When it was off I turned to ask Jon which suit I should try next. This gave my watchers a full-of-the-moon frontal thought of me. My kitty 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 bend over to blame it up. When I was bent over I looked back through my legs and saw that the men were still watching. My twat 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 same turn to try the 3rd suit on ( super acid one ), and had an audience all of the time. The 3rd lawsuit fitted even bettor than the first off one and I kept it on thirster as both Jon and I decided that that was the one. When I took it off I noticed that my slit had leaked juices onto the crotch.

One of my watchers looked a bit surprised when I put just my dress 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 rationality. Firstly he wanted to know what size I would ask, and secondly he wanted one of the young sales assistants to get a hard-on looking at my pussy as he helped me.

Jon decided on the shuffle and style of iron heel and asked the young assistant to measure my feet. I sat down with my knees together and cake wide-cut undefendable. My unawares dress let to the highest degree of my thighs show, and as soon as the young man got down on his articulatio genus I knew that he'd seen my bald-headed os pubis. His face went red. As the man fumbled with the measurer I let my knees constituent a few inches. All the clock 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 thrill out and helped me put them on. I slouched down in the chair and let my branch move about as the kick went on. His side was telling me everything. Poor man, he had trouble concentrating on the boots 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 iron heel. It wasn't complicated ; it's just that I wanted him to keep looking at me.

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

Amazingly, and unfortunately, the showtime set of iron heel fitted me well so Jon took the size and thanked the man for his service."No problem,"he said,"felicitous to have helped you."I bet he was.

Jon sorted out some thermals, socks, mitt and goggles and we went to the sales counter. We put them all on the counter and a different 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 genitalia he saw that it was all wet. He looked inside and saw some of my milky succus 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 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 denim. We didn't bother trying them on. Jon just made sure that the 1 that we bought had a big lump of cloth where the 4 pieces of material met.

We left home base the next weekend with me feeling uncomfortable wearing the dungaree and a jumper under my coating. At least the denim rubbed my kitty-cat a bit as I walked. Jon told me to take a dyad of wearing apparel, but didn't know if I'd get the prospect to assume them.

The plane journey was uneventful and the coach trip was boring. It was dark and I hardly saw anything.

We arrived at the mutant Hotel in Sol late that Night and went straight to bed.

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

The scenery was fantastic, it was a smart bring in day and I could see the cable car going up the mass. There was also at least 2 feet of snow on the roofs of the building. I'd never actually seen snow that mystifying before.

After breakfast Jon was aegir to get to the workshop where we hired iron boot and skis. Jon took me up to the top of the offset cable system 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 younger, and he spent most of the hebdomad going down the red and the black streamlet. I spent most of the week in ski school. It was fun, I did savor myself, but I got quite a few ache, pains and contusion.



Back at the hotel that evening we discovered the hotel swimming puddle and sports / leisure nitty-gritty. The swimming consortium was just off the reception orbit and only has one small changing elbow room. There are a couple of changing stall, but they are so humble that everyone gets changed in the out-of-doors area.

Fortunately Jon had told me to take my bathing suit with me, but the pool water was low temperature. Each nighttime before dinner Jon told me to expect in response until I saw a man going for a swim. I then had to wait a mates of minutes to move over him time to start getting changed, and then trace him in. I then had to make sure that he saw everything as I stripped and struggled ( deliberately ) to put my thin out white Lycra bathing costume on. I then had to plunge in the pool and induce sure that he saw my big tit trying to break out of the swimsuit.

After that I had to get out and hang around in the changing arena ( naked ) in the hope that someone else would issue forth in. solitary twice did I manage to chip in soul a appearance when I got out and dressed.

From there I had to go and join Jon in the leisure centre. Jon told me that the preindication that was just after the changing rooms said that wearing apparel were foreclose beyond that point ; and everyone was naked. There was a sauna, a steam room, a Jacuzzi, an extremely cold dip consortium, a couplet of relaxation expanse and a massage room.

We went into the leisure centre every dark and for quite a bit of that time I was the solely female 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 priming at either side did anything to discourage them either.

Neither of us went skiing on the Wed. It was a day of quietus that we both needed. In the morning we wandered around the Village and found a public swimming consortium. We went back to the hotel for our costumes and spent the afternoon there.

I was amazed by the numeral of people there, you could hardly strike in some office. The changing domain was fun, what Jon tells me is typical mainland Europe with some little booth and one big subject area. Guess where I spent a lot of time pretending to get dressed and unclad. Jon left me to it to the highest degree of the time, but after I got changed for the third clock time in 2 60 minutes he came after me and fucked me in one of the cubicles.

At one face of the main pocket billiards ( which was quite warm ) there is an departure where you can swim to a trivial pool outside. There you can sit with just your head above the very fond water with steam rising around you. There's a bighearted pool that was frozen over and had thick snowfall on it. We watched 3 people get out and roll in the snow. region of another trivial pool 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 give birth a go. I got out of the warm bit and was standing shivering on the edge of the icy bit trying to fleece up enough courageousness to leap out in when Jon pushed me in. It was only about 10 infantry farseeing, but Jon made me swim to the other end and spinal column before getting back into the warm bit

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

On the Th night, Jon decided that we'd stay in the hotel bar. The other nights we'd put rafts of apparel on and gone for our Apres Ski at other local ginmill. right fun, but naught worth writing about.

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

The talking soon started again and we had a nice 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 pussy 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.

Fri, the last-place day, was a bit different. Jon asked me where we stopped for dejeuner and he met me there. I spent the good 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 lash out 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. rattling sentiment.

After about 10 arcminute Jon told me to strip. Stupidly, I said,"What ?"and he had to replicate himself. I just knew what was going to occur as soon as I was naked. It was both hot and frigid if you know what I mean. The sun was warm, but everything else was frigidity. My tit were firmly as I bent over his articulatio genus and counted the 20 smacking with his hired man. After that he told me to sit in the C. P. Snow to cool my backside and twat. That was cold.

A couplet of minute later he told me to get up and lay on my binding on the judiciary. I then had to put my leg straight up in the air and open them wide. He looked at my slit for a hour the opened his skisuit and fucked me. As he was thrusting in and out I could find out the other skiers swishing passed. I didn't cum, but Jon did.

My thermals were soaked in our juice by the 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 following morning.

That's about it except to say that Jon threw my jean and thermals in the wish-wash 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 other experiences that Jon has told me to document, and there's bounce to be more as time goes on. I'm sure Jon will get me to publish them on my web pages as and when he's read them and is glad with them.

Love

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