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Hi, my name is Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound number with blondish hairsbreadth. In 1998 I quit my boring existence in a little townspeople in North Wales and went to work as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the east Midlands of England. It was a intrepid decision to make as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advert in a BDSM magazine that soul had left in the hairstylist where I worked. I didn't really cognize what I was letting myself in for, but I really did call for to do something because my aliveness was so drab and boring. Even the consultation for the job was unconvincing, but I was so desperate to change my life history 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 sprightliness, and he has since created a web site that it is published on.

If you care to translate my diary you will name that my relationship with Jon is rather different to that of most employee and employer, but I have easily come to realise that I have a animation that just could not be more meet or enjoyable. I love my life and all the small adventures that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a lilliputian bit of haircloth that grows on my legs, I have no body hair below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with small ( ish ), pert breasts that have small glory and giant nipples. When they're hard Jon says they're like chapel hat thole. I have a decent firm, flat stomach with a pubic os that does stick out a bit. In my pussy brim I have 2 little amber pack that Jon put in me. My clit is very big and is usually sticking out between my lips. It's about an inch long with a piddling cycle head. Jon sometimes calls it my fiddling gumshoe. I don't own any bandeau, knickers, trouser, leggings or drawers ; and 90 % of my doll 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 not bad thrill from letting former people see my body.

I hope that's enough to satisfy the the great unwashed who asked. If it isn't, perhaps they would like 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 matter to experiences that we have had since then.

Both Jon and I have been scouring the internet looking for ideas for trivial dangerous undertaking or incidents that we could construct to have some fun. We've found one or two stories that appear to be slightly rewritten written matter of some of the textbook in my Journal, and one or two that are very interchangeable to some of the risky venture that we've had and that I've written about in my Journal. At first I was a bit peeved about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that someone thought our adventures were good enough to imitate. I've started thinking that way as well.

The risky venture I'm about to describe happened in the summer of 2000. The main constituent of the escapade took place on the London resistance, 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 Underground in my journal, but although this adventure is standardised, it was on a dissimilar social function. Jon enjoyed the first metre so much ( so did I ) that he took me back for a second go.

The Jack London subway

Jon sprung yet another surprise on me when he came dwelling from oeuvre one Tuesday night and told me that he had a concern meeting in London the adjacent day. He'd decided to take me to London with him and leave behind me to fend for myself while he went to the get together, but have a bit of fun with me before and afterwards. We quickly packed a bag and caught the 7 something string.

The journey down wasn't anything special and there were very few hoi polloi on the train. Jon had booked us into the trustee Palace Hotel at Piccadilly carnival. It's not the ripe of hotels, but you can't get much more fundamental without it costing you a fate ( and Jon was paying, not his business organization ).

The room that Jon booked doesn't have an en suite toilet. I was a little thwarted 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 fall off ‘ accidentally ’.

Jon had a bad headache when we got there so we went to bed full-strength away.

Jon woke me up at 6 o'clock the next forenoon 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 round my body it was only just long enough to encompass my bosom and bum ; and it was only just long enough to wrap over and tuck in. Not only would it take very petty for it to un-tuck and fall off, when I put one leg in front of me the unit of my position up passed my waistline was showing.

The building is sort of triangular with bits going off. You can take the air round the corridor and get back to your 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 afford a fire door and the inevitable happened. Unfortunately there wasn't anyone around to see my nakedness.

I eventually found a gentlewoman 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 and never saw anyone. Jon told me I was a ‘ good 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 building inverse looked a bit of a dump. It turned out that it was the backrest of some posh shops in regent Street. They obviously didn't precaution what the back looked like.

About 20 minute of arc later Jon decided that he wanted a drunkenness 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 coke automobile near the lifts ).

The corridor was deserted again, and all was quiet when I put the money in the motorcar. As I was bent over getting the can I get wind a man say,"Very squeamish dear, can you just stay like that for a piece please ?"I was surprised, jumped up and turned round. This middle-aged man as stood there with a suitcase in his manus. I put my empty helping 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 water you jump, it's just that I was admiring your beautiful bring up end."

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

Half an time of day later Jon said it was time for a rain shower. He wrapped a towel round his waist and told me to put my towel on. As we walked down the corridor I could get word 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 find fault it up. As I did, I looked along the corridor and saw a maid delivering breakfasts. She was looking at us with a smile on her face. Knowing that Jon wouldn't creative thinker, I stood up and grabbed his towel. It came off as I said,"Two can play at that game."The maid's center opened all-inclusive and her jaw dropped as she saw Jon's denuded dick. She just stared as Jon said,"right hand then, wait until I get keep back 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 maiden and round the corner. Her face was a picture.

stave the niche, 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 exhibitor when another man came in, saw us, stared for a back 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 elbow room was uneventful and we got dressed and went for breakfast. Jon put his suit on ready for his byplay group meeting, and he told me to wear just shoes and one of my thin, cotton dresses. The one that has a exclusive front, no sleeves and big armholes. I sometimes have hassle keeping the strap on my shoulders in that one.

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

We got the string to Embankment station then got on the Circle personal line of credit. The first bit was only a couple of station 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 leg so that he could see my pussy. poor man went bright red, but he kept looking. When we got up to exit 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 cognize that I never cross my ramification like most women do, Jon won't let me.

As we got on the train at Embankment Jon told me to stand near door and obtain onto one of those leather straps that hang down. I'm not very tall and I have to dilute to reach. My garb hemline got even high-pitched on the side of meat where my arm was stretched up. Because my clothes is baggy, and has very big scooped armholes, anyone looking at my slope that has my arm up would be able-bodied to see all of that titty, and a bit of the other one as well.

nada much happened to pop out off with, except that I was getting a bit shake up anticipating what might happen. After about 3 or 4 Stations the railroad train got busier. I'd watched one young man stare at me as he got on, and he stood close to me watching my minuscule left knocker wobble a bit as the train rattled along.

things got a bit more interesting at the succeeding station, people poured in, and I began to finger 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 of me. He was facing me and bow 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 piece of cake and the hullabaloo was keeping them gruelling ).

After a minute or so I felt a hand on my right-hand thigh, just gently at initiative, but when the possessor was confident that I wasn't going to cry or something, the helping hand started moving up under my dress. It went all the way up to my waist, and then had a small smell round. I guess that he was trying to receive some knickers.

The deal then moved round to my bum and the dead body that had been pressing into my back, wasn't any more. My right ass cheek got squeezed before the handwriting drifted down between my legs to my pussy. Just as it got there, the power train stopped at a station and the hand disappeared. People got off, and mass got on ; but the train wasn't any the less crowd. The man in front end 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 attention from men that I'd never seen before, and never spoken to, I was very excited - to say the least.

As the train started to move off, I felt the hand again. This time it went straight between my legs to my slit. There was a import's suspension when the owner found out how wet I was, or was it because the hand found the two slight atomic number 79 halo in my pussy lips. Whatever, the pause 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 strawman of me. We made eye contact 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 response to the stimulant. I closed my eyes to just enjoy the sensations and was biting my bottom 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 kitty juices. I felt a bit embarrass and proud, both at the same time.

The fingers were just getting me tightlipped to cumming when the string slowed and stopped at the next place. The finger stopped moving, but didn't go out of me. Instead I felt his handwriting grip part of my right cheek and moderate me there.

Again the great unwashed got off and on, and it was still crowded, neither the man in front of me, nor the one behind had moved. As the train started to prompt off I looked up and down the carriage. Although there was a crowd where I was, there was peck of quad in the repose of the pram. There were even some disembarrass seats not far away.

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

The finger's breadth got working again and it wasn't long before my orgasm arrived. I tried to stifle my moaning, but I wasn't that undecomposed at it. The man in strawman of me knew what was happening and had a big grinning on his face. As the waving hit me I leaned forward a bit and my abdomen felt what was probably the man's erection. I did want to get through in between us and squeeze it, but I thought I 'd better not.

The finger's breadth in my kitty knew I'd cum but were still going in and out. They kept going even when the string stopped in the next station, and shortly after that I came for a second meter. That time I did manage to stop any noise escaping from my sassing, but it was difficult.

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

The train pulled into another station 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 dress was still covering my kitty-cat, ass and boob - just. So they were either looking at my stage ( some of them hoping my dress would go just that bit higher ) ; or they had been watching what was going on. I didn't attention 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 mates of them were looking at me. One moved close to me and lifted the front of my dress."Nice bitch ”, he said as another of them took some interest in me. One of them said,"Let's have a feeling at your tits then."When I didn't move he said,"okey then, I'll get them out for you."With that he put a paw inside the armholes of my frock and pulled it into the middle of my chest. Both my little breasts were out. Another of them said,"Bloody underworld, look at those nipples."( Well, they were rock hard from the breeze and the excitement ).

Next, another of them lifted the hem of my garb up above my waistline and said,"Nice ass and pussy 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 middle of the tallest of the youth he said,"I think that's adequate fun for this morning gentlemen. The dame's getting a bit frightened ; and none of us want any difficulty, DO WE ?"

I think it was the surprise that person had stood up to them that shut them up, they just stood there. The youth 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 passenger car said a Scripture. All centre were looking at us. It seemed care time of day, but it must have only been a arcminute before the train stopped at the succeeding 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 part of my clothes front man startle to move back over my breasts. Just round a corner off the weapons platform, Jon stopped and asked me if I was all redress. I told him that I was a bit scared, but yes, I was all right.

We got the next geartrain 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 pocketbook out of his briefcase, he told me to stay 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 legs to a Cy Young woman who sat opposite me and just stared at my cunt when she realised she could see it.

Walking out of the subway system at Piccadilly Circus, the warm sunlight and the ado of mass made me find good. I didn't want to go back to the hotel room, and anyway, I was hungry.

Quite close to the hotel entrance is a Burger King ; I decided to sustain a burger. I got it then looked for a table. There were none unloose downstairs, so I went upstairs. When I got there I saw that there are 2 level of table. The trading floor of the pep pill floor at the front of the eating place is about at the height of the tabular array at the lower level. On the border of the speed grade is a railing with not very all-inclusive brand bars. table are right up to the rail on both upper and lower degree. The end result is that someone sat at a table on the lower level has their drumhead at knee layer of someone sat at a table on the upper stratum.

It took me only seconds to see that it was a halcyon opportunity for me to twinkle my pussy at people on the lower level.

There wasn't a table at the edge of the upper stage unfreeze when I first got there, so I went to a complimentary table near where I thought someone would be finishing soon. A few transactions later the twosome did ending and I moved in. I looked down and saw that there was a Brigham Young couple on the mesa below me. Unfortunately I was facing the womanhood, 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 bottom. Pretending to open my bag of check, I glanced down and saw that he was having a safe flavour. His forefront was about a foot from my knee 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 promontory his way. He must have had the mental picture that I didn't realise 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 notice of what the cleaning woman was saying, and he was saying unintelligent things 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 time of day to finish that burger, chips and Coca Cola. I was surprised that I didn't get thrown out. In that meter I flashed one teenage girl, one middle-aged man and young female phallus 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 second, and then went away. I was one-half expecting for the manager to derive and switch me out, but no one came.

Eventually I got bored and decided to go for a walk. 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 summertime shop. For those of you who have never heard of Ann summer, she runs a twine of shops and home parties. All selling detail to ca-ca peoples sex sprightliness more interesting.

The ground base constituent of the workshop wasn't very interesting, but downstairs they have portion of dildos, leather corsets, whip and aphrodisiacal clothes. After feeling the texture of some of the dildos, I saw a French Maid's outfit. I thought it was quite precious. I lifted it off the sweetener and was having a look at how it was made when the male shop class assistant told me that I could try it on if I liked. At inaugural I said,"No, its'all right,"but as soon as I'd said it I changed my judgement and said,"Can I please, where's the changing elbow room ?"

The changing elbow room is a cubicle at the back of the shop. It has a big curtain for a door. inside, my garb was off in seconds and I stood there naked. I was just working out how to get into the little dress when the curtain opened and the man said,"demand any assistant ?"I was a bit startled, 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 outfit on I looked at myself in the petty mirror. It didn't fit me well. It was obviously made for a woman with big breast. Mine were lost in there and the cloth just hung off my bureau. The skirt contribution was effective ; I liked the layers of lace that made the black skirt go out at quite an angle. I knew that Jon would like the doll ; it only just covered my bum and pussy.

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

In the principal area of the workshop there was the Male supporter, a couple of giggling. former teenage female child and a couplet in their too soon twenties. As I walked out the store helper pointed to the mirror that was at the other side of the shop class. I'd have to slip by all the people to get there. The couple saw me first-class honours degree and watched me go by. Then the girls. They stopped giggling and stared as I stood in straw man of the mirror and smoothed the material down. As I turned from English to side, to see myself from all slant, I could see the couple and daughter in the mirror. They were still looking at me.

I decided to crouch over a bit to calculate at the skirt at the front. This meant that it rode up my backside giving them a good purview of my ass. Next 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 pussy and proved that I wasn't wearing a thong.

The shop assistant came over and asked what I thought. Grabbing the front of the top component part, I pulled it out and down off my teat."It's not very good,"I said,"it's been made for mortal who's got a lot more up top that I have."“ Ah, yes, I can see that. How about a nurse outfit ?"

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

I wandered around a bit more and got whistled at by a couple of workman in a hole in the route. It was my demerit for standing so close to the sharpness of the hole.

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

Jon took me to the theater of operations and a repast that night. I didn't think that much of the play, but the solid food was estimable. Before we went out, Jon told me to carry my towel to the shower bath room. It was a blow naked pass as no one saw me.

The naked walk that I took later that dark wasn't wasted. The quantity of wine-coloured that I had with the meal made me a bit braver and when Jon told me to go and get him a C from the machine near the rhytidoplasty, 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 get-go corner I saw this aged twain walking towards me. The expression on their faces was great, a bit of shock and amazement. The noblewoman'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 nose candy automobile without anyone else seeing me, but as I was putting the money in, the elevator 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 exhilaration of being naked in an almost public stead where I could get caught at any moment was getting my cunt tingling again.

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

The storey below was deserted when I stepped out of the stairwell. I was about half way to the facelift when a unscathed group of teen came out of the room access to the lifts. There must have been over a dozen 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 middle of them. I noticed that one of the girls had a ball over expression on her typeface, and was holding a hand over her oral fissure as she stared at me. I felt good.

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

It seemed to take ages for the airlift to come, and when the doorway opened there was a pair about my age in there. He stared and kept staring with a blank case, but her surprise turned to a big smile."daring or a bet ?"she said."Dare."I said as I walked in. I stood facing them as the raising went up the floor. As I walked out she said,"Bye, hope it was Charles Frederick Worth it."“ Oh it was !"I said as I walked back to our room.

Next morning Jon wanted to catch an former train so it was a speedy dash to the toilet and shower. I did it with my towel over my arm, and the only individual I saw was a girl fellow 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 queue for a minute before stepping out of the way. When I turned rhythm to see where Jon was, there was a gap of about 8 hollow step, then a man staring straight up my dress. When I was facing upwards he must have see my ass, and when I turned to look for Jon he must let seen my pussy. I saw him work his brim. 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 little 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 varlet as and when he's understand them and is felicitous with them.

dearest

Vanessa