Introduction

Hi, my gens 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 slight Ithiel Town in due north Wales and went to bring as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East Midlands 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 someone had left in the hairdressers where I worked. I didn't really fuck what I was letting myself in for, but I really did want to do something because my liveliness was so dingy and drilling. Even the interview for the job was unbelievable, but I was so despairing to change 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 indite a journal of my new life, and he has since created a web site that it is published on.

If you care to read my Journal you will discover that my relationship with Jon is rather unlike to that of most employee and employer, but I have easily come to recognise that I have a lifespan that just could not be more satisfying or pleasurable. I love my life history and all the short risky venture that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a little bit of hair that grows on my legs, I have no dead body hair below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with small-scale ( ish ), irreverent knocker that have small gloriole and colossus nipples. When they're unvoiced Jon says they're like chapel service hat peg. I have a gracious firm, flat tummy with a pubic bone that does cling out a bit. In my pussy sass I have 2 little 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 round head. Jon sometimes calls it my little hawkshaw. I don't own any bandeau, knickers, trousers, leggings or shorts ; and 90 % of my skirts and dresses can be described as miniskirt or micro. I used to be a very shy fille, but I've now gone completely the former way, and get a great shiver from letting former people see my body.

I hope that's enough to meet the masses who asked. If it isn't, perhaps they would like to netmail me with specific questions.

Jon told me to turn back 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 theme for small escapade or incidents that we could make up to let some fun. We've found one or two stories that appear to be slightly rewritten copies of some of the text in my diary, and one or two that are very alike to some of the adventure that we've had and that I've written about in my Journal. At first I was a bit devil 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 describe took place quite recently ( Jan 2001 ) when Jon took me skiing in Austria for a week.

Ski Trip

The first I knew about the tripper was when Jon took me shopping to a variation 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 keep me strong. When he did tell me I had mixed feelings. On the one hired hand I'd never been skiing before and was a bit neural. I've never really been the real sporty type. On the early hand I was excited, it was something new, and I was indisputable that we'd be able to stimulate some ‘ fun ’. I was also a bit worried about the cold. As any of you who have read my Journal will know, I don't wear much article of clothing, and I had visions of newspaper headlines to the result of, ‘ Young girl found flash-frozen to death buried in snow wearing nothing but a miniskirt clothes ’.

Jon soon put my mind to repose on the in conclusion bit when he started looking at skisuits and thermal underclothing for me. He picked 3 skisuits and told me to try them on. I'd gone out wearing knee length charge, a dress and a coat, and zilch else. I needed the coat because the weather was bad.

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

I didn't take long to strip off and I was pulling the pant 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 couple 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 constituent over my can and I'm not surely if he saw my pussy 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 Thomas 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 unknown wearing something that covered so lots of my body ; 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 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 felicitous with the skisuit, but he told me to try another one on. I went back into the changing cubicle and couldn't close the drape because Jon was leaning against the rampart trapping the mantle. I looked at Jon and he said,"Come on, we haven't got all day."So I took the suit off. The man who watched me put it on also watched me withdraw it off, so did the other man. When it was off I turned to ask Jon which suit I should try next. This gave my watchers a replete frontal view of me. My kitty started to prickle. As Jon answered I looked over at the men and smiled. One of them grinned.

Jon told me to try the disconsolate skisuit on following so I turned and lifted it of the sweetener. As I did, I ‘ accidentally'dropped it so that I had to stoop over to pick it up. When I was bent grass 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 eyes were mainly on Jon but I could see the men out of the street corner of my eye, they were still watching.

I went through the same modus operandi to try the 3rd suit on ( green one ), and had an audience all of the meter. The 3rd case fitted even better than the first 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 cunt had leaked succus onto the genitals.

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

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

Jon decided on the make and style of charge and asked the young help to measure my feet. I sat down with my knee together and coat wide give. My short circuit attire let most of my thigh show, and as soon as the young man got down on his knee I knew that he'd seen my bald pubis. His face went red. As the man fumbled with the measurer I let my knees part a few inch. All the time the man kept looking up my dame and by then he'd be able to see the top of my incision. I kept the full bit until he brought the the boot out and helped me put them on. I slouched down in the chairperson and let my legs move about as the boots went on. His face was telling me everything. Poor man, he had trouble 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 the boot. 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 world-class set of flush fitted me well so Jon took the size and thanked the man for his help."No job,"he said,"happy to have helped you."I bet he was.

Jon sorted out some thermals, socks, boxing glove and goggles and we went to the cut-rate sale counter. We put them all on the counter and a different assistant ran them through the public treasury. 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 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 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 sure that the 1 that we bought had a big lump of material where the 4 while of stuff met.

We left home the next weekend with me feeling uncomfortable wearing the blue jean and a jumper under my coating. At least the jeans rubbed my pussy a bit as I walked. Jon told me to take a couple of wearing apparel, but didn't know if I'd get the chance to wear them.

The plane journey was uneventful and the handler stumble was boring. It was dismal and I hardly saw anything.

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

Next dawn 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 me walking around the way naked, and being fucked by Jon. Can't win them all.

The scenery was fantastic, it was a brilliantly authorize day and I could see the cablegram car going up the lot. There was also at least 2 feet of C on the roofs of the buildings. I'd never actually seen snow that deeply before.

After breakfast Jon was tidal bore 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 school 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 year when he was untested, and he spent most of the week going down the red and the black runs. I spent most of the week in ski schooltime. It was fun, I did bask myself, but I got quite a few aches, pain in the ass and bruises.



Back at the hotel that evening we discovered the hotel swimming pool and sports / leisure time centre. The swimming kitty was just off the receipt area and only has one small changing room. There are a couple of changing kiosk, but they are so humble that everyone gets changed in the open area.

Fortunately Jon had told me to take my bathing costume with me, but the puddle water system was cold. Each nighttime before dinner Jon told me to wait in reception until I saw a man going for a swimming. I then had to wait a couple of arcminute to give him time to start getting changed, and then follow him in. I then had to make certain that he saw everything as I stripped and struggled ( deliberately ) to put my thin white Lycra swimsuit on. I then had to plunk in the pocket billiards and relieve oneself sure as shooting that he saw my big pap trying to split out of the swimsuit.

After that I had to get out and fall around in the changing arena ( naked ) in the Hope that individual else would come in. Only twice did I manage to throw someone a show when I got out and dressed.

From there I had to go and join Jon in the leisure nitty-gritty. Jon told me that the sign that was just after the changing rooms said that clothes were forbidden beyond that point ; and everyone was naked. There was a sauna, a steam elbow room, a Jacuzzi, an extremely frigid plunge pond, a couple of relaxation arena and a massage room.

We went into the leisure centre every night and for quite a bit of that time I was the only female in there. I spent well-nigh of the time in there feeling the eyes of the men staring at me. It was courteous. I don't suppose that me lying on the sun mope 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 rest that we both needed. In the morning we wandered around the village and found a public swim pond. 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 area was fun, what Jon tells me is typical mainland Europe with some piddling cubicles and one big open region. Guess where I spent a lot of time pretending to get dressed and undressed. Jon left me to it virtually of the metre, but after I got changed for the 3rd time in 2 time of day he came after me and fucked me in one of the cubicles.

At one side of the main consortium ( which was quite warm ) there is an passing where you can drown to a little pool outside. There you can sit with just your drumhead above the very ardent urine with steam rising around you. There's a big pool that was frozen over and had thick snow on it. We watched 3 people get out and roll in the C. Part of another short pool next to the quick bit had had the ice broken on it and we watched one mad man go for a straightaway swimming in it. Jon decided that I should sustain a go. I got out of the fond bit and was standing shivering on the edge of the icy bit trying to pick off up enough bravery 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 backbone before getting back into the warm up bit

God was it frigidity. My nipple were that stale they were aching something rotten ; and peach about swollen ; I've never seen them that big. They were still aching and sway hard the succeeding morning. Even in the Jacuzzi in the hotel that Night they were rock arduous. Jon was ‘ amused ’.

On the Th night, Jon decided that we'd stay in the hotel bar. The early nighttime we'd put heap of clothes on and gone for our Apres Ski at other local BAR. adept fun, but nothing worth writing about.

Jon told me to wear one of the frock I'd taken. It was the just time I wore a apparel that workweek, and I was the just woman there wearing one ( fiddling 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 understood and most of the hoi polloi looked to see why.

The talking soon started again and we had a gracious meal. I think I had a bit too much local anaesthetic beer afterwards and I fell over walking out. I didn't see if anyone saw my back end and snatch 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.

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 dyad of blue and one red run. Nearly at the ass of the red run is this log cabin. Jon took me round the spinal column of it ( no one lived there in the wintertime ) and we sat on a wooden bench taking in the undimmed sun and scenery. grotesque views.

After about 10 minutes Jon told me to strip. Stupidly, I said,"What ?"and he had to ingeminate 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 lovesome, but everything else was moth-eaten. My tit were hard as I bent over his articulatio genus and counted the 20 slaps with his hand. After that he told me to sit in the snow to cool down my backside and pussy. That was cold.

A couple of arcminute later he told me to get up and lay on my backrest on the terrace. I then had to put my wooden leg straight up in the air and give them wide. He looked at my pussy for a minute the opened his skisuit and fucked me. As he was thrusting in and out I could try the other skiers swishing passed. I didn't cum, but Jon did.

My thermals were soaked in our juices by the time we got back to the hotel, and I was glad I didn't have to put them on again.

We went home the side by side 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 attic 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 bound to be more as metre 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 felicitous with them.

Love

Vanessa