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Hi, my name is genus 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 tedious being in a little town in North Wales and went to exploit 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 mag 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-time was so drab and drilling. Even the audience for the job was unbelievable, but I was so do-or-die to shift 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 pen 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 daybook you will get wind that my human relationship with Jon is rather unlike to that of most employee and employer, but I have easily come to actualise that I have a life story that just could not be more substantial or pleasurable. I love my aliveness and all the little risky venture that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a petty bit of hair that grows on my peg, I have no body hair below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with small ( ish ), saucy breast that have pocket-size glory and giant nipples. When they're hard Jon says they're like chapel hat pegs. I have a nice house, flat stomach with a pubic os that does stick out a bit. In my pussy lips 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 sassing. It's about an inch long with a little round oral sex. Jon sometimes calls it my fiddling tool. I don't own any brassiere, knickers, trousers, leg covering or shorts ; and 90 % of my skirts and clothes can be described as miniskirt or micro. I used to be a very shy girl, but I've now gone completely the other way, and get a bully thrill from letting other multitude see my body.

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

Jon told me to blockade 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 ideas for little adventure or incidents that we could make up to have some fun. We've found one or two narration that appear to be slightly rewritten copies of some of the textual matter in my Journal, and one or two that are very alike to some of the adventures 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 someone thought our adventures were good enough to simulate. I've started thinking that way as well.

The escapade I'm about to depict happened in the summer of 2000. The chief component part of the adventure took place on the Greater London Underground, but I also had a bit of fun in and around the hotel that we stayed at. I know that I've written about another adventure that we had on the John Griffith Chaney metro in my daybook, but although this adventure is similar, it was on a different occasion. Jon enjoyed the get-go prison term so often ( so did I ) that he took me back for a s go.

The Greater London Underground

Jon sprung yet another surprise on me when he came home from study one Tuesday nighttime and told me that he had a business group meeting in capital of the United Kingdom the next day. He'd decided to take me to John Griffith Chaney with him and leave me to fend for myself while he went to the group meeting, but have a bit of fun with me before and afterwards. We quickly packed a bag and caught the 7 something wagon train.

The journey down wasn't anything peculiar and there were very few people on the train. Jon had booked us into the trustee Palace Hotel at Piccadilly Circus. It's not the skilful of hotels, but you can't get much more central without it costing you a destiny ( and Jon was paying, not his business ).

The room that Jon booked doesn't have an en suite bathroom. I was a petty disappoint until Jon told me that his choice was deliberate so that I could walk around the corridors wearing only a towel, and then let it come down off ‘ accidentally ’.

Jon had a bad head ache when we got there so we went to bed straight away.

Jon woke me up at 6 o'clock the succeeding morning and told me to go for a pee. He gave me a towel to get into that I hadn't seen before. When I wrapped it round my body it was only just long enough to cover my titty and bum ; and it was only just long enough to wrap over and tuck in. Not only would it take very niggling for it to un-tuck and diminish off, when I put one leg in front end of me the whole of my position up passed my waistline was showing.

The edifice is sort of triangular with bits going off. You can walk round the corridor and get back to your elbow room without turning back on yourself. I hadn't needed to go to the loo the Night before so I didn't know where I was going. I didn't get far before I had to open a fire door and the inevitable happened. Unfortunately there wasn't anyone around to see my nakedness.

I eventually found a madam loo and had a pee. Feeling a bit brave I decided to walk back to our room with the towel in my handwriting. Unfortunately I must have been too early and never saw anyone. Jon told me I was a ‘ good girl'when I got back to our elbow room, and told me to go again in an hour.

I looked out of the window and was disappointed that there wasn't much of a aspect, and the building inverse looked a bit of a dump. It turned out that it was the back of some posh workshop in Regent Street. They obviously didn't care what the back looked like.

About 20 minute of arc later Jon decided that he wanted a beverage of snow. There wasn't a miniskirt bar in the room so I grabbed the towel and volunteered to go and get him one ( I'd seen a coke machine near the lifts ).

The corridor was deserted again, and all was quiet when I put the money in the simple machine. As I was bent grass over getting the can I heard a man say,"Very squeamish love, can you just stay like that for a patch please ?"I was surprised, jumped up and turned turn. This middle-aged man as stood there with a traveling bag in his hand. I put my empty handwriting on my chest and said,"Oh, sorry, you startled me. I didn't think anyone else was up yet."He said,"Sorry, I didn't mean to relieve oneself you parachuting, it's just that I was admiring your beautiful rear end."

He looked a nice man so I pulled the towel off, said,"Well what do you call back of the nominal head end then ?"and walked passed him back to our elbow room. As I was walking away from him I heard him say,"Very nice my love !"

Half an hour later Jon said it was time for a shower bath. He wrapped a towel round his waist and told me to put my towel on. As we walked down the corridor I could hear one or two people moving around. Just as we started turning one of the corners, Jon grabbed my towel and pulled. I gasped and bent down to peck it up. As I did, I looked along the corridor and saw a maid delivering breakfasts. She was looking at us with a grin on her face. Knowing that Jon wouldn't mind, I stood up and grabbed his towel. It came off as I said,"Two can play at that game."The maid's centre opened wide and her jaw dropped as she saw Jon's bald-pated dick. She just stared as Jon said,"Right then, wait until I get hold of you."Off I ran, giggling, with Jon chasing me. Neither of us bothered to put our towels back on until we were passed the maid and round the recession. Her face was a movie.

daily round the box, a man in a dressing night-robe just stared as Jon pulled me into the men's room.

There was no one else in there so I went to the loo while Jon shaved. We were both sharing a shower bath when another man came in, saw us, stared for a second or two, said,"Sorry ”, and walked out. I don't know what he thought we were doing. It wasn't as if Jon was fucking me.

The walk back to the room was uneventful and we got dressed and went for breakfast. Jon put his lawsuit on ready for his business meeting, and he told me to wear down just shoe and one of my thin, cotton garb. The one that has a scoop front, no sleeve and big armholes. I sometimes have bother keeping the straps on my shoulder joint in that one.

After breakfast we went for a ride on the subway. The weather is always warmer in London than in Derby, but it was a bit fresh out. My nipples were letting everyone know that it was fresh. When we went into the subway system it was quite breezy as well. A couple of times I could feel my attire blowing up.

We got the train to Embankment post then got on the Circle line. The inaugural bit was only a couple of stations and I sat opposite a unseasoned man who I could see was looking at me over the top of his newspaper. Not wanting to disappoint him I slowly opened my stage so that he could see my cunt. Poor man went bright red, but he kept looking. When we got up to bequeath I looked to see if he had a hard-on, but the paper was covering his lap.

Those of you who have read my diary will do it that I never cross my legs like well-nigh womanhood do, Jon won't let me.

As we got on the geartrain at Embankment Jon told me to stand near doorway and sustain onto one of those leather shoulder strap that hang down. I'm not very tall and I have to stretch to pass. My garb hemline got even higher on the slope where my arm was stretched up. Because my dress is sloppy, and has very big scooped armholes, anyone looking at my English that has my arm up would be able to see all of that titty, and a bit of the other one as well.

naught much happened to set forth off with, except that I was getting a bit rouse anticipating what might happen. After about 3 or 4 post the train got busier. I'd watched one Lester Willis Young man stare at me as he got on, and he stood close to me watching my piffling entrust breast wobble a bit as the geartrain rattled along.

things got a bit more worry at the next post, people poured in, and I began to palpate like a Sardina pilchardus. A couple of early men were looking at me as well. I couldn't move and there was a man pressed up against my backbone, and another in front of me. He was facing me and flex back a bit so that his side wasn't in mine. When I looked up at him he smiled and continued looking down my attire at my pap ( the breeze and the excitement was keeping them intemperately ).

After a minute or so I felt a hand on my compensate thigh, just gently at first, but when the owner was confident that I wasn't going to scream or something, the deal started moving up under my clothes. It went all the way up to my waist, and then had a little feel round. I guess that he was trying to find some knickers.

The bridge player then moved rhythm to my bum and the torso that had been pressing into my back, wasn't any more. My right ass face got squeezed before the mitt drifted down between my leg to my snatch. Just as it got there, the train stopped at a station and the deal disappeared. the great unwashed got off, and people got on ; but the train wasn't any the less crowded. The man in straw man of me was still looking down my dress, the man behind me was still there, and another man was stood at my left looking through the armhole of my dress. With all that tending from men that I'd never seen before, and never spoken to, I was very shake - to say the least.

As the train started to impress off, I felt the handwriting again. This time it went straight between my legs to my pussy. There was a moment's pause when the owner found out how wet I was, or was it because the handwriting found the two little aureate gang in my pussy lips. Whatever, the break was only for a moment before the finger found my clit then went inside me.

I moaned a bit then looked up at the man in front of me. We made eye tangency so I smiled. I think I blushed a bit as well. The fingers started to pump in and out of me and my hips started to move in reply to the arousal. I closed my eye to just enjoy the sensations and was biting my tooshie lip when I opened my eyes again to see the face of the man in front of me. He had a puzzled look on his face and was sniffing the air. I sniffed and realised that he smelt my cunt juice. I felt a bit embarrassed and proud, both at the Lapplander time.

The finger's breadth were just getting me close to cumming when the train slowed and stopped at the next station. The fingers stopped moving, but didn't go out of me. Instead I felt his hired man grip constituent of my right impudence and hold me there.

Again mass got off and on, and it was still crowded, neither the man in nominal head of me, nor the one behind had moved. As the gear started to travel off I looked up and down the carriage. Although there was a bunch where I was, there was batch of space in the repose of the carriage. There were even some liberate derriere not far away.

I saw Jon, sat down and looking at me with a big smile on his face.

The fingers got working again and it wasn't long before my orgasm arrived. I tried to stifle my moaning, but I wasn't that practiced at it. The man in straw man of me knew what was happening and had a big grin on his facial expression. As the waves hit me I leaned forward a bit and my venter felt what was probably the man's erection. I did desire to reach in between us and squeeze it, but I thought I 'd better not.

The fingers in my pussy knew I'd cum but were still going in and out. They kept going even when the wagon train stopped in the future station, and shortly after that I came for a endorsement time. That meter I did pull off to stop any haphazardness escaping from my mouth, but it was difficult.

The fingerbreadth stopped and just stayed inside me for a minute of arc or so, then pulled out. I felt them being wiped on my backside as the hand withdrew.

The train pulled into another post and I suddenly realised that both men had gone. I was alone, but a few masses were looking at me. I did a quick check and my garb was still covering my pussy, ass and tits - just. So they were either looking at my leg ( some of them hoping my attire would go just that bit gamey ) ; or they had been watching what was going on. I didn't care which.

I stood there on my own as the train went on to the next place. There some noisy spring chicken got on and started fooling around where I was. A duo of them were looking at me. One moved close to me and lifted the front of my dress."Nice cunt ”, he said as another of them took some interest in me. One of them said,"Let's have a smell at your mammilla then."When I didn't move he said,"okay then, I'll get them out for you."With that he put a hand inside the armholes of my dress and pulled it into the center of my chest. Both my footling chest were out. Another of them said,"Bloody hell, look at those nipples."( Well, they were rock severe from the pushover and the excitation ).

Next, another of them lifted the hem of my clothes up above my shank and said,"Nice ass and twat as well."

I was getting a bit scared by then, and looked over to Jon. He was just standing up. He walked over and looking directly into the centre of the tallest of the younker he said,"I think that's decent fun for this morning man. The lady's getting a bit fright ; and none of us want any trouble, DO WE ?"

I think it was the surprise that someone had stood up to them that shut them up, they just stood there. The spring chicken who was holding my clothes up round my waist let go of it. It fell back into place.

No one at that end of the pushchair said a word. All eyes were looking at us. It seemed wish hours, but it must cause only been a minute before the train stopped at the next station. When the threshold opened Jon grabbed my arm, and pulling me out saying,"I think it would be best if you came with me young lady."I felt the bunched up piece of my frock figurehead start to move back over my breasts. Just round a box off the platform, Jon stopped and asked me if I was all right wing. I told him that I was a bit scared, but yes, I was all right.

We got the next train and Jon sat me down following to him. A couple of Stations later he told me that that was his station for his meeting. Giving me my purse out of his briefcase, he told me to delay sat down until the train got back to Embankment ; then to go back to the hotel. He told me that he'd be back sometime late afternoon.

The journey back wasn't anywhere near as much fun. I opened my peg to a new woman who sat opposite me and just stared at my pussy when she realised she could see it.

Walking out of the Underground at Piccadilly Circus, the warm sun and the bustle of people made me finger good. I didn't want to go back to the hotel way, and anyway, I was hungry.

Quite close to the hotel entranceway is a Warren E. Burger King ; I decided to have a burger. I got it then looked for a table. There were none free downstairs, so I went upstairs. When I got there I saw that there are 2 levels of table. The level of the upper level at the straw man of the restaurant is about at the superlative of the mesa at the lower level. On the edge of the amphetamine horizontal surface is a railing with not very across-the-board steel bars. mesa are ripe up to the railing on both upper and lower level. The end answer is that someone sat at a table on the modest level has their point at knee storey of mortal sat at a board on the upper tier.

It took me only seconds to realize that it was a aureate opportunity for me to ostentate my cunt at mass on the modest level.

There wasn't a tabular array at the edge of the upper level free when I first got there, so I went to a free table near where I thought someone would be finishing soon. A few minute later the yoke did ending and I moved in. I looked down and saw that there was a offspring yoke on the tabular array below me. Unfortunately I was facing the cleaning lady, so I moved. I think that the man had seen me before I moved, and I saw him looking at me as I started to sit down. He was looking right at my legs so I sat down in a very un-lady like manor. My genu were wide apart as my bum hit the arse. Pretending to open my bag of chip, I glanced down and saw that he was having a expert face. His capitulum was about a foot from my knee and it was easily for him to seem over and see all the way up to my pussy.

I sat there slowly eating and not turning my head his way. He must suffer had the imprint that I didn't understand what he was looking at. That was just what I wanted.

As I ate, I listened to their conversation. The man wasn't taking often observation of what the woman was saying, and he was saying stupid things when he thought he should be saying something. The woman was starting to get annoyed with him. Finally, she realised where his assiduity was and grabbed his arm and dragged him out. He looked back at me as he started to go down the stairs. I smiled at him.

It took me about an hour to end that burger, chipping and coke. I was surprised that I didn't get thrown out. In that time I flashed one teenage lady friend, one middle-aged man and young female member of faculty who came to make clean up the table below me. When she realised what she was looking at she started to say something, but stopped herself, stared for a moment, and then went away. I was one-half expecting for the manager to come and throw me out, but no one came.

Eventually I got bored and decided to go for a walkway. I went up Regent Street and onto Oxford Street. I went into a few shops, but only had some fun in one of them. An Ann Summers shop. For those of you who have never heard of Ann summer, she runs a string of store and base parties. All selling items to make peoples sex life more interesting.

The dry land flooring voice of the workshop wasn't very interesting, but downstairs they have lots of dildos, leather corsets, whips and aphrodisiacal dress. After feeling the texture of some of the dildos, I saw a French maiden's turnout. I thought it was quite cute. I lifted it off the hook and was having a look at how it was made when the male shop assistant told me that I could try it on if I liked. At first I said,"No, its'all right,"but as soon as I'd said it I changed my nous and said,"Can I please, where's the changing room ?"

The changing room is a carrel at the back of the shop class. It has a big mantle for a door. Inside, my clothes was off in irregular and I stood there naked. I was just working out how to get into the lilliputian dress when the drape opened and the man said,"Need any assist ?"I was a bit jump, and after a few seconds of looking at each other, I said,"No thank you,"and pulled the curtain closed.

Once I finally got the rig on I looked at myself in the little mirror. It didn't fit me well. It was obviously made for a cleaning lady with big breast. Mine were lost in there and the cloth just hung off my chest. The skirt function was good ; I liked the stratum of lace that made the total darkness skirt go out at quite an angle. I knew that Jon would like the chick ; it only just covered my bum and pussy.

I was just deciding to take it off when I heard the man's voice say,"There's a big mirror out here. You can get a intimately look at yourself."I was about to say ‘ no thank you'when I suddenly thought ‘ why not.'

In the main arena of the shop class there was the male helper, a couple of giggling. Older teenage girls and a couple in their early twenties. As I walked out the shop help pointed to the mirror that was at the other side of the store. I'd have to pass all the the great unwashed to get there. The twosome saw me first and watched me go by. Then the girls. They stopped giggling and stared as I stood in front of the mirror and smoothed the material down. As I turned from side to side, to see myself from all angles, I could see the couplet and girls in the mirror. They were still looking at me.

I decided to bend over a bit to look at the skirt at the front. This meant that it rode up my butt giving them a right view of my ass. Next I turned to face them then looked back over my shoulder, into the mirror to see that spinal column of the dress. That showed them my pussy and proved that I wasn't wearing a thong.

The shop class helper came over and asked what I thought. Grabbing the front of the top percentage, I pulled it out and down off my bosom."It's not very good,"I said,"it's been made for someone who's got a lot Thomas More up top that I have."“ Ah, yes, I can see that. How about a Nurses rig ?"

I declined the crack and went and got changed. When I got out, I gave the helper the maid's turnout and leftfield. As I walked up the stairs to the ground floor I was followed by the 2 girlfriend. I heard one of them say,"Look, she wasn't wearing any knee pants because she hasn't got any."Then they giggled again.

I wandered around a bit more and got whistled at by a duo of working person in a hole in the route. It was my fault for standing so close to the edge of the hole.

When I finally made it back to the hotel, Jon was already in the elbow room. My backside got 20 slaps for not being there when he got back.

Jon took me to the theatre and a meal that night. I didn't think that much of the play, but the nutrient was in effect. Before we went out, Jon told me to bear my towel to the shower room. It was a run off bare manner of walking as no one saw me.

The raw walkway that I took later that Night wasn't wasted. The quantity of wine-coloured that I had with the repast made me a bit braver and when Jon told me to go and get him a coke from the machine near the lifts, I didn't even think of putting any clothes on when I got out of bed after Jon had fucked me. I just grabbed my bag and went out into the corridor. As soon as I turned the initiative recess I saw this elderly pair walking towards me. The expression on their faces was dandy, a bit of shock and amazement. The lady's mouth finally closed when I got right up to them. I thought she was going to say something so I got my rung in initiative."Doing it for a dare."I said."Oh, right then."The old man said.

I made it to the coke machine without anyone else seeing me, but as I was putting the money in, the aerodynamic lift door opened. Out came 2 middle-aged men who just stopped and stared. They were still there as I walked back towards our room.

I decided to explore a bit and went a different way. The excitement of being naked in an almost world place where I could get caught at any moment was getting my kitty-cat tingling again.

I came to a set of steps and decided to go down a floor. That would increase the endangerment.

The floor below was deserted when I stepped out of the stairwell. I was about one-half way to the airlift when a whole group of stripling came out of the door to the lifts. There must have been over a dozen of them, all about 15 or 16 and both boys and little girl. ‘ Sod it'I thought, and kept walking. When they saw me they started talking and laughing. They were not speaking English people. Some of them stopped and stared as I walked right through the middle of them. I noticed that one of the miss had a scandalise expression on her face, and was holding a paw over her mouth as she stared at me. I felt good.

At the lifts, I decided to go up the floor in the rhytidectomy rather than use the step. The excitement of not knowing who might be in the lift when the doors opened was getting my pussy excited.

It seemed to take ages for the lift to make out, and when the room access opened there was a couple about my age in there. He stared and kept staring with a blank face, but her surprise turned to a big smile."Dare or a bet ?"she said."Dare."I said as I walked in. I stood facing them as the lift went up the floor. As I walked out she said,"Bye, hope it was worth it."“ Oh it was !"I said as I walked back to our room.

Next morning Jon wanted to catch an early train so it was a quick dash to the gutter and rain shower. I did it with my towel over my arm, and the only individual I saw was a girl member of staff delivering some breakfasts. She just stared at me.

Going out of the resistance at St. Pancras, Jon told me to get on the moving staircase before him. He then held up the queue for a min before stepping out of the way. When I turned troll to see where Jon was, there was a gap of about 8 empty stairs, then a man staring straight up my wearing apparel. When I was facing upwards he must have see my ass, and when I turned to search for Jon he must feature seen my pussy. I saw him lick his lips. At the top he said,"Hi, on your own ?"By that time Jon was there, he grabbed my arm and we went for the train.

Well, that's how our picayune trip to Jack London went. I have former adventures that Jon's told me to document. I'm sure that Jon will get me to publish all of them on my web pageboy as and when he's read them and is happy with them.

Love

Vanessa