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Hi, my name 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 deadening macrocosm in a niggling townsfolk in northward Wales and went to work on 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 advertizement in a BDSM magazine that someone had left in the stylist where I worked. I didn't really have it away what I was letting myself in for, but I really did need to do something because my life was so sombre and boring. Even the consultation for the job was unbelievable, but I was so desperate 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 spell a daybook 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 human relationship with Jon is rather different to that of most employee and employer, but I have easily come to bring in that I have a life that just could not be more satisfying or enjoyable. I love my biography and all the little adventures that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a niggling bit of whisker that grows on my legs, I have no body tomentum below my cervix. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with small ( ish ), pert breasts that have belittled halo and goliath mamilla. When they're intemperately Jon says they're like chapel hat pegs. I have a dainty business firm, flat stomach with a pubic bone that does cohere out a bit. In my twat lip I have 2 little gold 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 little round fountainhead. Jon sometimes calls it my little dick. I don't own any bra, bloomers, trousers, leggings or shorts ; and 90 % of my skirts and garb 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 dandy bang from letting former the great unwashed see my body.

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

Jon told me to discontinue writing my journal 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 theme for little adventures or incidents that we could manufacture to possess 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 adventure 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 individual thought our adventure were good enough to re-create. I've started thinking that way as well.

The adventure I'm about to depict happened in the summertime of 2000. The main division of the adventure took place on the 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 London underground in my Journal, but although this adventure is standardised, it was on a unlike social occasion. Jon enjoyed the foremost time so a lot ( so did I ) that he took me back for a bit go.

The London Underground

Jon sprung yet another surprise on me when he came rest home from piece of work one Tuesday night and told me that he had a patronage confluence in London the next day. He'd decided to remove me to London with him and go forth 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 railroad train.

The journeying down wasn't anything special and there were very few the great unwashed on the geartrain. Jon had booked us into the Regent palace Hotel at Piccadilly circus. It's not the best of hotels, but you can't get much more central without it costing you a fortune ( and Jon was paying, not his stage business ).

The room that Jon booked doesn't have an en suite privy. I was a little disappointed until Jon told me that his pick was deliberate so that I could take the air around the corridors wearing only a towel, and then let it fall off ‘ accidentally ’.

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

Jon woke me up at 6 o'clock the next first light and told me to go for a pee. He gave me a towel to wear that I hadn't seen before. When I wrapped it labialize my body it was only just long enough to cross my breasts and bum ; and it was only just long enough to wrap over and pucker in. Not only would it exact very little for it to un-tuck and fall off, when I put one leg in front of me the whole of my position up passed my shank was showing.

The building is kind of triangular with bits going off. You can walk round the corridor and get back to your way 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 ladies loo and had a pee. Feeling a bit brave I decided to walk back to our room with the towel in my helping hand. Unfortunately I must have been too early on and never saw anyone. Jon told me I was a ‘ thoroughly girl'when I got back to our 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 view, and the construction opposite looked a bit of a dump. It turned out that it was the backrest of some posh shop in Regent Street. They obviously didn't care what the backbone looked like.

About 20 arcminute later Jon decided that he wanted a drinking of coke. There wasn't a mini bar in the room so I grabbed the towel and volunteered to go and get him one ( I'd seen a nose candy political machine near the airlift ).

The corridor was deserted again, and all was quiet when I put the money in the machine. As I was bent over getting the can I heard a man say,"Very nice dear, can you just stay like that for a while please ?"I was surprised, jumped up and turned round. This middle-aged man as stood there with a suitcase in his hand. I put my hollow hand 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 make you jump, it's just that I was admiring your beautiful rear end."

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

one-half an 60 minutes later Jon said it was fourth dimension for a shower bath. He wrapped a towel round of golf his waist and told me to put my towel on. As we walked down the corridor I could hear one or two masses moving around. Just as we started turning one of the corners, Jon grabbed my towel and pulled. I gasped and bent down to plunk it up. As I did, I looked along the corridor and saw a amah delivering breakfasts. She was looking at us with a grin on her nerve. Knowing that Jon wouldn't mind, I stood up and grabbed his towel. It came off as I said,"Two can encounter at that game."The housemaid's eyes opened astray and her jaw dropped as she saw Jon's bald-headed dick. She just stared as Jon said,"rightfulness 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 corner. Her face was a delineation.

Round the corner, a man in a dressing gown 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 exhibitioner when another man came in, saw us, stared for a endorsement 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 base on balls back to the room was uneventful and we got dressed and went for breakfast. Jon put his suit on ready for his business meeting, and he told me to have on just shoes and one of my thin, cotton fiber dresses. The one that has a scoop nominal head, no sleeve and big armholes. I sometimes have hassle keeping the strap on my shoulder joint in that one.

After breakfast we went for a drive on the resistance. The weather condition is always warmer in Jack London than in derby hat, but it was a bit fresh out. My nipples were letting everyone know that it was fresh. When we went into the Underground it was quite windy as well. A twosome of times I could feel my dress blowing up.

We got the geartrain to Embankment station then got on the Circle line. The world-class bit was only a twosome of stations and I sat opposite a young man who I could see was looking at me over the top of his newspaper. Not wanting to disappoint him I slowly opened my pegleg so that he could see my pussy. poor people man went bright red, but he kept looking. When we got up to leave I looked to see if he had a hard-on, but the paper was covering his lap.

Those of you who have read my Journal will know that I never cross my legs like most cleaning woman do, Jon won't let me.

As we got on the geartrain at Embankment Jon told me to support near room access and oblige onto one of those leather strap that hang down. I'm not very grandiloquent and I have to stretch to reach. My dress hemline got even higher on the side where my arm was stretched up. Because my attire is sloppy, and has very big scooped armholes, anyone looking at my side that has my arm up would be able to see all of that breast, and a bit of the early one as well.

nothing much happened to start off with, except that I was getting a bit excited anticipating what might come about. After about 3 or 4 stations the train got busier. I'd watched one young man stare at me as he got on, and he stood snug to me watching my slight leftover breast wobble a bit as the train rattled along.

Things got a bit more interesting at the next station, the great unwashed poured in, and I began to feel like a sardine. A couple of early men were looking at me as well. I couldn't move and there was a man pressed up against my back, and another in front man of me. He was facing me and bent back a bit so that his face wasn't in mine. When I looked up at him he smiled and continued looking down my dress at my nipples ( the breeze and the turmoil was keeping them hard ).

After a minute or so I felt a hand on my justly second joint, just gently at first, but when the owner was confident that I wasn't going to cry or something, the hand started moving up under my dress. It went all the way up to my waist, and then had a footling tactile property round. I guess that he was trying to find some knickers.

The deal then moved round of golf to my bum and the body that had been pressing into my back, wasn't any more. My decently ass cheek got squeezed before the paw drifted down between my legs to my pussy. Just as it got there, the string stopped at a station and the hand disappeared. people got off, and multitude got on ; but the gear wasn't any the less crowded. The man in front of me was still looking down my dress, the man behind me was still there, and another man was stood at my will looking through the armhole of my dress. With all that attention from men that I'd never seen before, and never spoken to, I was very excited - to say the least.

As the railroad train started to move off, I felt the paw again. This time it went straight between my legs to my pussy. There was a import's intermission when the owner found out how wet I was, or was it because the hand found the two piffling gold ring in my pussy lips. Whatever, the break was only for a moment before the fingers found my button 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 rosehip started to move in answer to the stimulant. I closed my eyes to just enjoy the sensations and was biting my rear end lip when I opened my eyes again to see the face of the man in front of me. He had a puzzled expression on his face and was sniffing the air. I sniffed and realised that he smelt my pussy juices. I felt a bit embarrassed and proud, both at the same time.

The finger's breadth were just getting me close to cumming when the train slowed and stopped at the next place. The fingers stopped moving, but didn't go out of me. Instead I felt his helping hand grip persona of my right cheek and carry me there.

Again masses got off and on, and it was still crowded, neither the man in front of me, nor the one ass had moved. As the power train started to affect off I looked up and down the carriage. Although there was a bunch where I was, there was mountain of place in the rest of the passenger car. There were even some free seats 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 sexual climax arrived. I tried to stifle my moaning, but I wasn't that upright at it. The man in front of me knew what was happening and had a big grin on his face. As the moving ridge hit me I leaned forward a bit and my belly felt what was probably the man's hard-on. I did need to reach in between us and pressure 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 train stopped in the future station, and shortly after that I came for a second fourth dimension. That prison term I did manage to break any stochasticity escaping from my mouth, but it was difficult.

The fingers stopped and just stayed inside me for a minute or so, then pulled out. I felt them being wiped on my hind end as the script withdrew.

The train pulled into another post and I suddenly realised that both men had gone. I was alone, but a few citizenry were looking at me. I did a quick check and my clothes was still covering my pussycat, ass and tits - just. So they were either looking at my ramification ( some of them hoping my wearing apparel would go just that bit high ) ; or they had been watching what was going on. I didn't fear which.

I stood there on my own as the train went on to the next station. There some noisy youths got on and started fooling around where I was. A couple of them were looking at me. One moved close to me and lifted the straw man of my dress."Nice cunt ”, he said as another of them took some involvement in me. One of them said,"Let's have a look at your tit then."When I didn't relocation he said,"OK then, I'll get them out for you."With that he put a bridge player inside the armholes of my dress and pulled it into the middle of my chest of drawers. Both my little knocker were out. Another of them said,"Bloody hell, look at those nipples."( Well, they were rock hard from the snap and the exhilaration ).

Next, another of them lifted the hem of my dress up above my waist 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 eyes of the tallest of the spring chicken he said,"I think that's enough fun for this break of the day gentlemen. The ma'am's getting a bit frightened ; and none of us want any trouble, DO WE ?"

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

No one at that end of the carriage said a word. All center were looking at us. It seemed like hours, but it must have only been a mo before the gear stopped at the adjacent station. When the doorway opened Jon grabbed my arm, and pulling me out saying,"I think it would be best if you came with me untried lady."I felt the bunched up piece of my dress front start to displace back over my breasts. Just round a corner off the political program, Jon stopped and asked me if I was all right. I told him that I was a bit pit, but yes, I was all right.

We got the next gear and Jon sat me down next 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 remain sat down until the geartrain got back to Embankment ; then to go back to the hotel. He told me that he'd be back sometime lately afternoon.

The journeying back wasn't anywhere near as very much fun. I opened my legs to a vernal fair sex who sat opposite me and just stared at my pussy when she realised she could see it.

Walking out of the resistance at Piccadilly carnival, the warm sunniness and the flurry of people made me finger dear. I didn't want to go back to the hotel room, and anyway, I was hungry.

Quite close to the hotel ingress is a Burger mogul ; I decided to give a burger. I got it then looked for a table. There were none resign downstairs, so I went upstairs. When I got there I saw that there are 2 floor of tables. The flooring of the upper grade at the social movement of the eating place is about at the height of the tables at the lower level. On the edge of the pep pill level is a railing with not very all-embracing steel bars. tabular array are right up to the railing on both upper and modest storey. The end result is that mortal sat at a table on the lower level has their head at human knee level of someone sat at a tabular array on the upper floor.

It took me only seconds to actualize that it was a golden opportunity for me to scud my pussy at people on the lower level.

There wasn't a table at the edge of the upper level disengage when I first got there, so I went to a free table near where I thought someone would be finishing soon. A few minutes later the couple did finish and I moved in. I looked down and saw that there was a Edward Young distich on the table below me. Unfortunately I was facing the fair sex, 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 wooden leg so I sat down in a very un-lady like manor. My knees were all-inclusive apart as my bum hit the seat. Pretending to give my bag of french fries, I glanced down and saw that he was having a skillful feeling. His head was about a invertebrate foot from my knee joint and it was easy for him to look over and see all the way up to my pussy.

I sat there slowly eating and not turning my oral sex his way. He must birth had the effect that I didn't actualise what he was looking at. That was just what I wanted.

As I ate, I listened to their conversation. The man wasn't taking much card of what the woman was saying, and he was saying dolt matter when he thought he should be saying something. The woman was starting to get annoyed with him. Finally, she realised where his concentration 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 Warren Burger, chips and Coca Cola. I was surprised that I didn't get thrown out. In that time I flashed one teenage girl, one middle-aged man and youthful female person member of staff who came to 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 minute, and then went away. I was half expecting for the director to fall and bewilder me out, but no one came.

Eventually I got bored and decided to go for a walking. I went up trustee 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 Summers, she runs a string of shops and home parties. All selling items to draw peoples sex liveliness more than interesting.

The priming floor section of the shop class wasn't very worry, but downstairs they have lots of dildos, leather girdle, lash and aphrodisiac clothes. After feeling the texture of some of the dildos, I saw a French Maid's outfit. 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 mind and said,"Can I please, where's the changing room ?"

The changing room is a stall at the dorsum of the shop. It has a big drape for a doorway. interior, my dress was off in seconds and I stood there naked. I was just working out how to get into the niggling dress when the curtain opened and the man said,"Need any help ?"I was a bit startled, and after a few seconds of looking at each early, I said,"No thank you,"and pulled the curtain closed.

Once I finally got the rig on I looked at myself in the small mirror. It didn't fit me well. It was obviously made for a woman with big breasts. Mine were lost in there and the cloth just hung off my bureau. The wench part was salutary ; I liked the layer of lace that made the disgraceful skirt go out at quite an angle. I knew that Jon would like the skirt ; it only just covered my bum and pussy.

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

In the main surface area of the shop class there was the male helper, a dyad of giggling. Older teenage missy and a dyad in their early twenties. As I walked out the shop supporter 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 dyad saw me initiative and watched me go by. Then the girls. They stopped giggling and stared as I stood in front man of the mirror and smoothed the textile down. As I turned from English to side, to see myself from all angles, I could see the distich and missy in the mirror. They were still looking at me.

I decided to bend over a bit to look at the doll at the front. This meant that it rode up my bum giving them a good opinion of my ass. side by side I turned to face them then looked back over my shoulder, into the mirror to see that back of the dress. That showed them my snatch and proved that I wasn't wearing a thong.

The store assistant came over and asked what I thought. Grabbing the figurehead of the top persona, I pulled it out and down off my tits."It's not very sound,"I said,"it's been made for soul who's got a lot more up top that I have."“ Ah, yes, I can see that. How about a nursemaid outfit ?"

I declined the offer and went and got changed. When I got out, I gave the assistant the housemaid's outfit and left field. As I walked up the step to the ground floor I was followed by the 2 girls. I heard one of them say,"Look, she wasn't wearing any knickers because she hasn't got any."Then they giggled again.

I wandered around a bit more and got whistled at by a couple of working man in a jam in the road. It was my geological fault for standing so close to the bound of the hole.

When I finally made it back to the hotel, Jon was already in the way. My rump got 20 slap for not being there when he got back.

Jon took me to the theatre and a repast that night. I didn't think that much of the play, but the food was good. Before we went out, Jon told me to comport my towel to the shower room. It was a consume defenseless walking as no one saw me.

The au naturel walk that I took later that nighttime wasn't wasted. The quantity of wine that I had with the meal 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 purse and went out into the corridor. As soon as I turned the first corner I saw this elderly couple walking towards me. The grammatical construction on their faces was great, 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 spoke in first."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 nip and tuck threshold opened. Out came 2 middle-aged men who just stopped and stared. They were still there as I walked back towards our elbow room.

I decided to explore a bit and went a different way. The upheaval of being naked in an almost public place where I could get caught at any moment was getting my pussy tingling again.

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

The story below was deserted when I stepped out of the stairwell. I was about one-half way to the lift when a whole chemical group of teenager came out of the threshold to the lifts. There must have been over a XII of them, all about 15 or 16 and both boys and girls. ‘ Sod it'I thought, and kept walking. When they saw me they started talking and laughing. They were not speaking English. Some of them stopped and stared as I walked right through the center of them. I noticed that one of the young lady had a outrage formula on her human face, and was holding a script over her mouth as she stared at me. I felt good.

At the lifts, I decided to go up the level in the raise rather than use the stairs. The excitement of not knowing who might be in the facelift when the doors opened was getting my puss excited.

It seemed to involve ages for the rhytidectomy to come, and when the doorway opened there was a distich about my age in there. He stared and kept staring with a blank face, but her surprise turned to a big grinning."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 sunup Jon wanted to catch an early train so it was a speedy dash to the privy and rain shower. I did it with my towel over my arm, and the lone person I saw was a daughter member of staff delivering some breakfasts. She just stared at me.

Going out of the tube at St. Pancras, Jon told me to get on the escalator before him. He then held up the waiting line for a minute before stepping out of the way. When I turned round to see where Jon was, there was a gap of about 8 vacuous stairs, then a man staring straight up my apparel. When I was facing upwards he must accept see my ass, and when I turned to reckon for Jon he must induce seen my pussy. I saw him clobber his back talk. At the top he said,"Hi, on your own ?"By that meter Jon was there, he grabbed my arm and we went for the train.

well, that's how our minuscule head trip to London went. I have former escapade that Jon's told me to document. I'm sure that Jon will get me to publish all of them on my web Thomas Nelson Page as and when he's study them and is felicitous with them.

Love

genus Vanessa