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Hi, my name is Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound material body with blondish hair. In 1998 I quit my dull world in a niggling town in North Wales and went to act upon as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the eastward Midland of England. It was a fearless decision to make as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advert in a BDSM magazine that someone had left in the hairdressers where I worked. I didn't really know what I was letting myself in for, but I really did need to do something because my life was so drab and boring. Even the audience for the job was unbelievable, but I was so dire to deepen 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 save a journal of my new life story, 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 kinship with Jon is rather different to that of most employee and employer, but I have easily come to realise that I have a life that just could not be more satisfying or pleasurable. I love my life story and all the niggling adventures that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a picayune bit of whisker that grows on my legs, I have no body pilus below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with pocket-sized ( ish ), pert knocker that have small nimbus and giant nipples. When they're hard Jon says they're like chapel hat pegs. I have a courteous firm, flat stomach with a pubic bone that does stick around out a bit. In my pussy lip I have 2 little gold rings that Jon put in me. My clitoris is very prominent and is usually sticking out between my lips. It's about an in long with a minuscule round promontory. Jon sometimes calls it my trivial cock. I don't own any brassiere, knee breeches, trouser, leging or shorts ; and 90 % of my skirt and garb can be described as mini or micro. I used to be a very shy lady friend, but I've now gone completely the former way, and get a great thrill from letting other people see my body.

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

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

Both Jon and I have been scouring the cyberspace looking for mind for little dangerous undertaking or incidents that we could manufacture to induce some fun. We've found one or two stories that appear to be slightly rewritten written matter of some of the text in my Journal, and one or two that are very interchangeable to some of the adventures that we've had and that I've written about in my daybook. 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 copy. I've started thinking that way as well.

The adventure I'm about to describe happened in the summer of 2000. The master parting of the adventure took topographic point 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 subway system in my Journal, but although this dangerous undertaking is interchangeable, it was on a unlike occasion. Jon enjoyed the foremost metre so much ( so did I ) that he took me back for a second go.

The London Underground

Jon sprung yet another surprise on me when he came home from work one Tuesday night and told me that he had a business organisation meeting in London 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 get together, but have a bit of fun with me before and afterwards. We quickly packed a bag and caught the 7 something train.

The journey down wasn't anything exceptional and there were very few citizenry on the train. 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 line of work ).

The room that Jon booked doesn't have an en suite bathroom. I was a small foiled until Jon told me that his choice 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 following morning 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 organic structure it was only just long enough to cover my breasts and bum ; and it was only just long enough to wrap over and pucker in. Not only would it get very little for it to un-tuck and fall off, when I put one leg in presence of me the whole of my incline up passed my waistline was showing.

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

I eventually found a ma'am loo and had a pee. Feeling a bit brave I decided to walk back to our room with the towel in my bridge player. Unfortunately I must have been too early and never saw anyone. Jon told me I was a ‘ commodity 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 edifice opposite looked a bit of a shit. It turned out that it was the book binding of some posh shops in trustee Street. They obviously didn't care what the dorsum looked like.

About 20 minute later Jon decided that he wanted a drink of blow. 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 Coca Cola machine near the lifts ).

The corridor was deserted again, and all was quiet when I put the money in the political machine. As I was bent-grass over getting the can I get a line 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 empty script 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 earn you jump, it's just that I was admiring your beautiful hind end end."

He looked a prissy man so I pulled the towel off, said,"Well 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 honey !"

one-half an minute later Jon said it was time for a shower bath. He wrapped a towel turn his waistline and told me to put my towel on. As we walked down the corridor I could discover one or two masses moving around. Just as we started turning one of the corner, Jon grabbed my towel and pulled. I gasped and bent down to pick 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 maiden's eyes opened wide and her jaw dropped as she saw Jon's bald-headed cock. 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 maidservant and round the corner. Her face was a picture.

Round the recess, 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 pass back to the room was uneventful and we got dressed and went for breakfast. Jon put his lawsuit on ready for his business enterprise group meeting, and he told me to wear just shoes and one of my thin, cotton wool frock. The one that has a scoop figurehead, no sleeve and big armholes. I sometimes have trouble keeping the straps on my shoulders in that one.

After breakfast we went for a ride on the Underground. The weather condition is always warmer in capital of the United Kingdom than in derby, but it was a bit reinvigorated out. My mammilla were letting everyone know that it was impertinent. When we went into the subway system it was quite breezy as well. A couple of times I could experience my attire blowing up.

We got the power train to Embankment place then got on the band line. The beginning bit was only a brace of station and I sat opposite a young man who I could see was looking at me over the top of his paper. Not wanting to disappoint him I slowly opened my stage so that he could see my pussycat. Poor man went promising red, but he kept looking. When we got up to pull up stakes I looked to see if he had a hard-on, but the report was covering his lap.

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

As we got on the train at Embankment Jon told me to tolerate near door and nurse onto one of those leather strap that hang down. I'm not very tall and I have to stretch to hand. My dress hemline got even higher on the side where my arm was stretched up. Because my dress is loose-fitting, and has very big scooped armholes, anyone looking at my slope that has my arm up would be capable to see all of that titty, and a bit of the other one as well.

Nothing much happened to start off with, except that I was getting a bit stir anticipating what might happen. After about 3 or 4 stations the geartrain got busier. I'd watched one Cy Young man stare at me as he got on, and he stood close to me watching my trivial get out breast shift a bit as the wagon train rattled along.

things got a bit more interesting at the next station, multitude poured in, and I began to feel like a sardine. A couple of former men were looking at me as well. I couldn't motility and there was a man pressed up against my rachis, and another in front of me. He was facing me and bent back a bit so that his boldness wasn't in mine. When I looked up at him he smiled and continued looking down my dress at my nipples ( the snap and the excitement was keeping them intemperate ).

After a minute or so I felt a hand on my right-hand second joint, just gently at world-class, but when the owner was surefooted that I wasn't going to scream or something, the deal started moving up under my dress. It went all the way up to my shank, and then had a minuscule feel round. I guess that he was trying to find some knickers.

The mitt then moved round to my bum and the consistency that had been pressing into my back, wasn't any more. My rightfield ass impudence got squeezed before the hand drifted down between my legs to my pussy. Just as it got there, the train stopped at a station and the hand disappeared. People got off, and masses got on ; but the gearing wasn't any the less crowded. The man in nominal head of me was still looking down my clothes, 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 pegleg to my pussy. There was a moment's pause when the owner found out how wet I was, or was it because the hand found the two little gold band in my pussy lips. Whatever, the interruption was only for a moment before the fingers found my clit then went inside me.

I moaned a bit then looked up at the man in presence of me. We made eye physical contact so I smiled. I think I blushed a bit as well. The fingers started to pump in and out of me and my pelvic arch started to move in response to the stimulation. I closed my eyes to just enjoy the sensations and was biting my buns lip when I opened my heart again to see the side 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 succus. I felt a bit embarrassed and lofty, both at the same time.

The fingers were just getting me close to cumming when the train slowed and stopped at the next station. The digit stopped moving, but didn't go out of me. Instead I felt his handwriting grip persona of my right cheek and maintain me there.

Again citizenry got off and on, and it was still crowded, neither the man in front of me, nor the one behind had moved. As the gearing started to move off I looked up and down the carriage. Although there was a crowd where I was, there was plenty of space in the rest of the carriage. There were even some free seats not far away.

I saw Jon, sat down and looking at me with a big smiling 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 good at it. The man in front of me knew what was happening and had a big grin on his cheek. 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 give in between us and wring 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 railroad train stopped in the following place, and shortly after that I came for a second gear fourth dimension. That time I did manage to hold on any dissonance escaping from my oral cavity, but it was difficult.

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

The string pulled into another station and I suddenly realised that both men had gone. I was alone, but a few hoi polloi were looking at me. I did a quick stay and my apparel was still covering my pussy, ass and bosom - just. So they were either looking at my pegleg ( 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 youth got on and started fooling around where I was. A duet 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 expression at your tits then."When I didn't relocation he said,"okey then, I'll get them out for you."With that he put a hand inside the armholes of my clothes and pulled it into the middle of my chest. Both my little breasts were out. Another of them said,"Bloody hell, look at those nipples."( Well, they were rock hard from the piece of cake and the excitement ).

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

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

No one at that end of the rig said a discussion. All centre were looking at us. It seemed comparable hour, but it must have only been a minute before the train stopped at the next place. When the door 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 start to incite back over my titty. Just round a corner off the platform, Jon stopped and asked me if I was all powerful. I told him that I was a bit scared, but yes, I was all right.

We got the next power train 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 stay 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 recent afternoon.

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

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

Quite close to the hotel entry is a Warren E. Burger magnate ; I decided to consume a beefburger. I got it then looked for a table. There were none exempt downstairs, so I went upstairs. When I got there I saw that there are 2 levels of board. The floor of the upper berth level at the forepart of the eating place is about at the height of the tables at the lower level. On the edge of the upper stage is a railing with not very wide of the mark steel measure. Tables are veracious up to the railing on both amphetamine and scummy level. The end termination is that someone sat at a board on the lower level has their foreland at knee stage of someone sat at a table on the upper berth level.

It took me only seconds to realise that it was a golden opportunity for me to wink my pussy at people on the take down level.

There wasn't a table at the edge of the upper layer free when I first got there, so I went to a free mesa near where I thought soul would be finishing soon. A few minutes later the duo did finish and I moved in. I looked down and saw that there was a young couple on the table 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 knees were all-inclusive apart as my bum hit the stern. Pretending to open my bag of chips, I glanced down and saw that he was having a estimable aspect. His foreland was about a foot from my genu and it was wanton for him to take care over and see all the way up to my pussy.

I sat there slowly feeding and not turning my head word his way. He must let had the depression 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 notice of what the fair sex was saying, and he was saying pillock 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 hour to wind up that Burger, chips and nose candy. I was surprised that I didn't get thrown out. In that metre I flashed one teenage young woman, one middle-aged man and young female extremity of staff who came to cleanse 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 handler to issue forth and throw me out, but no one came.

Eventually I got bored and decided to go for a walk. 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 summer shop. For those of you who have never heard of Ann Summers, she runs a string of shops and plate parties. All selling detail to make peoples sex biography more interesting.

The ground base part of the store wasn't very interesting, but downstairs they have lots of dildos, leather corset, lash and sexy clothes. After feeling the texture of some of the dildos, I saw a French maiden's kit. I thought it was quite cute. I lifted it off the hook shot and was having a spirit at how it was made when the male shop assistant told me that I could try it on if I liked. At world-class 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 cubicle at the back of the store. It has a big curtain for a door. Inside, my dress was off in seconds and I stood there bare. I was just working out how to get into the lilliputian dress when the curtain opened and the man said,"Need any avail ?"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 outfit on I looked at myself in the lilliputian mirror. It didn't fit me well. It was obviously made for a cleaning woman with big breasts. Mine were lost in there and the material just hung off my chest. The skirt character was good ; I liked the layers of lacing that made the Black person chick go out at quite an Angle. I knew that Jon would wish the skirt ; it only just covered my bum and pussy.

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

In the main area of the store there was the male assistant, a span of giggling. old teenage fille and a yoke in their early twenties. As I walked out the shop assistant pointed to the mirror that was at the former incline of the shop. I'd have to authorize all the people to get there. The couple saw me world-class and watched me go by. Then the young lady. They stopped giggling and stared as I stood in front of the mirror and smoothed the textile down. As I turned from side to side, to see myself from all slant, I could see the span and girls in the mirror. They were still looking at me.

I decided to deflect over a bit to look at the skirt at the front. This meant that it rode up my backside giving them a estimable view of my ass. side by side I turned to look them then looked back over my berm, into the mirror to see that back of the frock. 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 part, I pulled it out and down off my tits."It's not very proficient,"I said,"it's been made for someone who's got a lot Sir Thomas More up top that I have."“ Ah, yes, I can see that. How about a Nurses outfit ?"

I declined the go and went and got changed. When I got out, I gave the helper the maiden's turnout and left wing. As I walked up the stairs to the ground story I was followed by the 2 lady friend. 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 person in a hole in the road. It was my mistake for standing so close to the boundary of the hole.

When I finally made it back to the hotel, Jon was already in the room. My backside got 20 smack 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 food was in force. Before we went out, Jon told me to conduct my towel to the shower room. It was a wasted naked walkway as no one saw me.

The au naturel walk of life that I took later that dark wasn't wasted. The quantity of wine-colored 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 motorcar 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 aged couple walking towards me. The reflection on their faces was capital, a bit of cushion and amazement. The dame's sassing finally closed when I got right up to them. I thought she was going to say something so I got my spoke in first gear."Doing it for a dare."I said."Oh, correctly then."The old man said.

I made it to the coke motorcar without anyone else seeing me, but as I was putting the money in, the heave 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 research a bit and went a different way. The excitement of being naked in an almost world spot where I could get caught at any present moment was getting my twat tingling again.

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

The floor below was deserted when I stepped out of the stairwell. I was about half way to the elevation when a whole group of teenagers came out of the door to the lifts. There must have been over a 12 of them, all about 15 or 16 and both boys and female child. ‘ 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 midsection of them. I noticed that one of the girlfriend had a shocked grammatical construction on her nerve, and was holding a hand over her rima oris as she stared at me. I felt good.

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

It seemed to take ages for the rhytidoplasty to come, and when the room access opened there was a couple about my age in there. He stared and kept staring with a blank fount, 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 aerodynamic lift went up the trading 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 former caravan so it was a quick dash to the toilet and shower. I did it with my towel over my arm, and the only if person I saw was a girl member of staff delivering some breakfasts. She just stared at me.

Going out of the subway at St. Pancras, Jon told me to get on the escalator clause before him. He then held up the queue 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 discharge stairs, then a man staring straight up my attire. When I was facing upwards he must cause see my ass, and when I turned to look for Jon he must throw seen my twat. I saw him puzzle out his rim. 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 short misstep to London went. I have other risky venture that Jon's told me to document. I'm sure that Jon will get me to bring out all of them on my web page as and when he's say them and is happy with them.

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Vanessa