Introduction

Hi, my name is Vanessa. I was born in Dec 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound figure with blondish hair. In 1998 I quit my boring existence in a little town in North Wales and went to work as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the E Midland of England. It was a brave conclusion to make as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advertisement in a BDSM cartridge holder that somebody had left in the styler 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 living was so dingy and boring. Even the interview 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 write a Journal of my new life, and he has since created a web internet site that it is published on.

If you care to read my diary you will hear that my human relationship with Jon is rather different to that of well-nigh employee and employer, but I have easily come to actualize that I have a spirit that just could not be more fulfill or pleasurable. I love my life and all the minuscule dangerous undertaking that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a picayune bit of hair that grows on my legs, I have no body pilus below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with small ( ish ), pert breasts that have small halo and giant star teat. When they're hard Jon says they're like chapel hat stick. I have a courteous firm, flatcar stomach with a pubic bone that does stick out a bit. In my pussy lips I have 2 piddling gold halo that Jon put in me. My button is very large and is usually sticking out between my lips. It's about an inch long with a piddling round head. Jon sometimes calls it my little dick. I don't own any brassiere, knickers, trouser, legging or shorts ; and 90 % of my skirts and dresses can be described as mini or micro. I used to be a very shy girl, but I've now gone completely the other way, and get a great bang from letting other people see my body.

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

Jon told me to contain writing my Journal in the summer of 1999, but has recently asked me to document, some of the more worry experiences that we have had since then.

Both Jon and I have been scouring the Internet looking for melodic theme for lilliputian adventure or incidents that we could manufacture to receive some fun. We've found one or two report that appear to be slightly rewritten written matter of some of the text in my Journal, and one or two that are very standardised to some of the risky venture that we've had and that I've written about in my Journal. At number one I was a bit annoyed 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 adventure I'm about to depict took property quite recently ( January 2001 ) when Jon took me skiing in Austria for a week.

Ski trip-up

The first I knew about the trip was when Jon took me shopping to a variation store. Normally when he's taking me somewhere he doesn't narrate me until the day that we go, but occasionally he does. He told me this metre because I needed something to keep me warm. When he did recount me I had mixed intuitive feeling. On the one manus I'd never been skiing before and was a bit nervous. I've never really been the real sporty character. On the other mitt I was excited, it was something new, and I was sure that we'd be able to make some ‘ fun ’. I was also a bit apprehensive about the cold. As any of you who have read my daybook will know, I don't wear much clothing, and I had visual modality of newspaper headlines to the effect of, ‘ Whitney Young girl found frigid to death buried in snow wearing nothing but a mini dress ’.

Jon soon put my judgement to repose on the last bit when he started looking at skisuits and caloric underwear for me. He picked 3 skisuits and told me to try them on. I'd gone out wearing genu length boots, a frock and a coat, and zippo else. I needed the coat because the conditions was bad.

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

I didn't take long to strip off and I was pulling the trousers section of a red courtship on when Jon opened the drape to see how I was getting on. I looked up, and not only could I see Jon, I could see a couple of customers. They weren't looking my way - to startle off with, but as they moved round one of the men saw me. I was just pulling the trouser constituent over my tail end and I'm not sure 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 more. I just wanted to let Jon know that person was watching me.

I pulled the skisuit properly on and zipped it up. It was a reasonable fit, but I felt strange wearing something that covered so often of my torso ; and it was warm in there as well. Jon told me to go and take 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 happy with the skisuit, but he told me to try another one on. I went back into the changing kiosk and couldn't close the curtain because Jon was leaning against the bulwark trapping the drape. I looked at Jon and he said,"cum on, we haven't got all day."So I took the suit off. The man who watched me put it on also watched me take it off, so did the former man. When it was off I turned to ask Jon which suit I should try next. This gave my looker a full frontage view of me. My pussy started to tingle. As Jon answered I looked over at the men and smiled. One of them grinned.

Jon told me to try the blue skisuit on next so I turned and lifted it of the hook. As I did, I ‘ accidentally'dropped it so that I had to deflect over to clean it up. When I was bent over I looked back through my stage 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 corner of my eye, they were still watching.

I went through the Saami act to try the 3rd suit on ( Green one ), and had an consultation all of the metre. The 3rd case fitted even undecomposed 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 pussy had leaked juices onto the crotch.

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

Next was the ski boots, Jon had no intention of buying any, but he wanted me to try some on for 2 reason. Firstly he wanted to have it off what sizing I would need, and secondly he wanted one of the Whitney Young sales helper to get a erection looking at my pussy as he helped me.

Jon decided on the make and elan of rush and asked the young helper to appraise my metrical foot. I sat down with my knees together and coat wide open. My unawares garb let about of my second joint show, and as soon as the Lester Willis Young man got down on his stifle I knew that he'd seen my barefaced pubes. His boldness went red. As the man fumbled with the measurer I let my knee part a few column inch. All the time the man kept looking up my bird and by then he'd be able to see the top of my slit. I kept the best bit until he brought the boots out and helped me put them on. I slouched down in the president and let my legs move about as the boot went on. His cheek was telling me everything. Poor man, he had problem concentrating on the boot and he trapped his finger as he fastened one of the kicking. Then he had to go through it all again as he showed me how to fasten the charge. It wasn't complicated ; it's just that I wanted him to stay fresh looking at me.

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

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

Jon sorted out some thermals, wind sock, gloves and goggles and we went to the sale heel counter. We put them all on the counter and a different help ran them through the money box. When he got to the skisuit he checked it over before folding it to put it in a bag. When he looked at the private parts he saw that it was all wet. He looked inside and saw some of my whitish juices and tried to rub them off.

When he finally realised that he wasn't going to rub the textile dry he said,"I'm very drab, this has somehow got wet. I'll go and get another one."Jon told him not to bother ; we'd take that one. I was nearly blushing.

From there we went and bought me some jeans. We didn't pain in the neck trying them on. Jon just made certainly that the ones that we bought had a big puffiness of cloth where the 4 pieces of textile met.

We left plate the following weekend with me feeling uncomfortable wearing the dungaree and a jumper under my pelage. At to the lowest degree the jeans rubbed my pussy a bit as I walked. Jon told me to take a match of dresses, but didn't know if I'd get the chance to wear them.

The plane journey was uneventful and the tutor trip was boring. It was dour and I hardly saw anything.

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

Next morning Jon was up early and he opened the bedroom windowpane to let some fresh air in. It certainly was saucy. Our bedroom wasn't overlooked which meant that no one could check me walking around the elbow room naked, and being fucked by Jon. Can't win them all.

The scenery was wild, it was a bright acquit day and I could see the cablegram car going up the mountains. There was also at to the lowest degree 2 feet of Charles Percy Snow on the roof of the construction. I'd never actually seen snow that trench before.

After breakfast Jon was eager to get to the shop where we hired kicking and skis. Jon took me up to the top of the inaugural cable car ride then found my ski school grouping 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 yr when he was younger, and he spent almost of the hebdomad going down the red and the Black runs. I spent most of the week in ski school. It was fun, I did bask myself, but I got quite a few aching, pains and bruises.



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

Fortunately Jon had told me to postulate my bathing costume with me, but the pool body of water was inhuman. Each night before dinner party Jon told me to expect in reception until I saw a man going for a swim. I then had to wait a couple of moment to give him time to start getting changed, and then follow him in. I then had to get to for sure that he saw everything as I stripped and struggled ( deliberately ) to put my thin white Lycra swimsuit on. I then had to dive in the syndicate and create surely that he saw my big nipples trying to break open out of the swimming costume.

After that I had to get out and give ear around in the changing area ( naked ) in the Leslie Townes Hope that individual else would come in. sole twice did I manage to give someone a appearance when I got out and dressed.

From there I had to go and join Jon in the leisure centre. Jon told me that the sign that was just after the changing rooms said that wearing apparel were forbidden beyond that stage ; and everyone was naked. There was a sauna, a steam room, a Jacuzzi, an extremely moth-eaten plunge pool, a couple of relaxation areas and a massage room.

We went into the leisure time marrow every dark and for quite a bit of that sentence I was the lonesome female in there. I spent nearly of the time in there feeling the middle of the men staring at me. It was squeamish. I don't suppose that me lying on the sun loungers with my feet on the ground at either side did anything to discourage them either.

Neither of us went skiing on the Wednesday. It was a day of rest that we both needed. In the dayspring we wandered around the village and found a world swimming syndicate. We went back to the hotel for our costumes and spent the afternoon there.

I was amazed by the number of hoi polloi there, you could hardly move in some parts. The changing area was fun, what Jon tells me is typical mainland European Economic Community with some little cubicles and one big spread surface area. guesswork where I spent a lot of time pretending to get dressed and undressed. Jon left me to it almost of the meter, but after I got changed for the third clock time in 2 hours he came after me and fucked me in one of the cubicles.

At one side of the main pond ( which was quite fond ) there is an going where you can swim to a picayune pool outside. There you can sit with just your caput above the very affectionate water system with steam rising around you. There's a bounteous pool that was frozen over and had thick snow on it. We watched 3 the great unwashed get out and bowl in the snow. Part of another little pool next to the tender bit had had the ice broken on it and we watched one mad man go for a quick swim in it. Jon decided that I should get a go. I got out of the warm bit and was standing shivering on the edge of the icy bit trying to deplume up enough courage to jump in when Jon pushed me in. It was only about 10 understructure long, but Jon made me swim to the former end and back before getting back into the warm bit

God was it coldness. My nipples were that cold-blooded they were aching something rotten ; and talk about swollen ; I've never seen them that big. They were still aching and rock hard the adjacent morning. Even in the Jacuzzi in the hotel that night they were rock hard. Jon was ‘ amused ’.

On the Th Night, Jon decided that we'd stay in the hotel bar. The other nights we'd put tidy sum of clothes on and gone for our Apres Ski at other local bars. Good fun, but naught worth writing about.

Jon told me to wear one of the dresses I'd taken. It was the only time I wore a dress that calendar week, and I was the but woman there wearing one ( lilliputian did they know what I wasn't wearing underneath ). All the others ( including the staff ) were wearing trousers. As we walked into the eating place it went silent and most of the hoi polloi looked to see why.

The talking soon started again and we had a nice meal. I think I had a bit too a great deal local beer afterwards and I fell over walking out. I didn't see if anyone saw my backside and pussy when I was down, or getting up, but some people must birth done. Jon helped me up and up to the room where he took his pleasure and went to sleep.

Friday, the net day, was a bit unlike. Jon asked me where we stopped for dejeuner and he met me there. I spent the afternoon going down a couple of blue and one red run. Nearly at the bottom of the red run is this log cabin. Jon took me assail the binding of it ( no one lived there in the winter ) and we sat on a wooden terrace taking in the vivid sun and scenery. howling panorama.

After about 10 hour Jon told me to disrobe. Stupidly, I said,"What ?"and he had to repeat himself. I just knew what was going to find 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 cold. My tit were hard as I bent over his human knee and counted the 20 slaps with his hand. After that he told me to sit in the snow to cool my backside and kitty-cat. That was inhuman.

A couple of bit later he told me to get up and lay on my spinal column on the workbench. I then had to put my legs straight up in the air and give them wide. He looked at my puss for a minute the opened his skisuit and fucked me. As he was thrusting in and out I could hear the other skiers swishing passed. I didn't cum, but Jon did.

My thermals were soaked in our succus 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 succeeding morning.

That's about it except to say that Jon threw my jeans and thermals in the rubbish bin just as soon as we got home. The skisuit is now in the loft and I doubt that it will get used until ( and if ) Jon takes me skiing again.

I still have a few other experiences that Jon has told me to document, and there's bound to be more as time goes on. I'm sure Jon will get me to publish them on my web pages as and when he's read them and is happy with them.

Love

Vanessa