Introduction

Hi, my public figure is genus Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound digit with blondish hair. In 1998 I quit my boring cosmos in a little town in North strake and went to mould as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the E midland of England. It was a brave determination to make as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advertizing in a BDSM magazine that someone had left in the hairdressers 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 grim and boring. Even the interview for the job was improbable, but I was so desperate to interchange 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 web site that it is published on.

If you care to study my Journal you will discover that my relationship with Jon is rather unlike to that of almost 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 biography and all the fiddling dangerous undertaking that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a minuscule bit of pilus that grows on my legs, I have no eubstance tomentum below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with minor ( ish ), impertinent breasts that have pocket-sized aureoles and giant nipples. When they're grueling Jon says they're like chapel hat pegs. I have a dainty firm, flat stomach with a pubic os that does amaze out a bit. In my pussy sassing I have 2 minuscule Au halo that Jon put in me. My clitoris is very prominent and is usually sticking out between my brim. It's about an inch long with a little round head. Jon sometimes calls it my little dick. I don't own any bras, knickerbockers, trousers, legging or shorts ; 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 former way, and get a big shudder from letting other hoi polloi see my body.

I hope that's enough to gratify the the great unwashed who asked. If it isn't, perhaps they would care to e-mail me with specific questions.

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

Both Jon and I have been scouring the Internet looking for ideas for footling adventures or incidents that we could invent to have some fun. We've found one or two stories that appear to be slightly rewritten copies of some of the school text in my daybook, and one or two that are very similar to some of the adventures that we've had and that I've written about in my journal. At first-class honours degree I was a bit annoyed about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that someone thought our dangerous undertaking were goodness enough to copy. I've started thinking that way as well.

The dangerous undertaking I'm about to describe happened in the summer of 2000. The main division of the dangerous undertaking took stead on the British capital subway, 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 risky venture is interchangeable, it was on a dissimilar social occasion. Jon enjoyed the first time so much ( so did I ) that he took me back for a second go.

The John Griffith Chaney 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 meeting in London the side by side day. He'd decided to get me to Greater London with him and go out me to fend for myself while he went to the meeting, but have a bit of fun with me before and afterwards. We quickly packed a bag and caught the 7 something train.

The journeying down wasn't anything special and there were very few people on the train. Jon had booked us into the trustee palace Hotel at Piccadilly carnival. 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 lavatory. I was a trivial disappoint 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 decrease 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 sunrise 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 cover my breasts and bum ; and it was only just long enough to enclose over and pucker in. Not only would it take very little for it to un-tuck and fall off, when I put one leg in figurehead of me the whole of my side up passed my waistline was showing.

The edifice is sort of triangular with mo going off. You can take the air snipe the corridor and get back to your room without turning back on yourself. I hadn't needed to go to the loo the dark before so I didn't know where I was going. I didn't get far before I had to open up a fervidness 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 hired hand. Unfortunately I must have been too betimes and never saw anyone. Jon told me I was a ‘ good young woman'when I got back to our room, and told me to go again in an hour.

I looked out of the windowpane and was disappointed that there wasn't much of a view, and the building opposite looked a bit of a dump. It turned out that it was the back of some posh shops in Regent Street. They obviously didn't care what the rachis looked like.

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

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 get a line a man say,"Very nice lamb, 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 bag in his hand. I put my discharge 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,"Well what do you think of the nominal head 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. He wrapped a towel round of drinks his waist and told me to put my towel on. As we walked down the corridor I could hear one or two the great unwashed moving around. Just as we started turning one of the corner, 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 face. Knowing that Jon wouldn't nous, I stood up and grabbed his towel. It came off as I said,"Two can play at that game."The maid's oculus opened wide and her jaw dropped as she saw Jon's denudate dick. She just stared as Jon said,"Right then, wait until I get defend 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 amah and round the recession. Her brass was a delineation.

Round the street corner, a man in a dressing scrubs 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 when another man came in, saw us, stared for a moment or two, said,"Sorry ”, and walked out. I don't know what he thought we were doing. It wasn't as if Jon was fucking me.

The walk back to the room was uneventful and we got dressed and went for breakfast. Jon put his suit on ready for his business get together, and he told me to fag just shoes and one of my thin, cotton plant frock. The one that has a scoop movement, no arm and big armholes. I sometimes have trouble keeping the shoulder strap on my berm in that one.

After breakfast we went for a ride on the Underground. The weather is always warmer in London than in Derby, but it was a bit refreshful out. My mammilla were letting everyone know that it was fresh. When we went into the underground it was quite breezy as well. A duet of fourth dimension I could feel my dress blowing up.

We got the power train to Embankment station then got on the Circle telephone circuit. The first bit was only a distich of Stations of the Cross 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 stage so that he could see my puss. Poor man went bright red, but he kept looking. When we got up to pass on I looked to see if he had a hard-on, but the report was covering his lap.

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

As we got on the gearing at Embankment Jon told me to stand near door and sustain onto one of those leather straps that hang down. I'm not very marvelous and I have to stretch to reach. My dress hemline got even higher on the side where my arm was stretched up. Because my dress is baggy, and has very big scooped armholes, anyone looking at my side that has my arm up would be able to see all of that knocker, and a bit of the former one as well.

Nothing much happened to bulge off with, except that I was getting a bit worked up anticipating what might fall out. 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 conclude to me watching my picayune left breast wobble a bit as the gearing rattled along.

things got a bit more interesting at the next station, hoi polloi poured in, and I began to palpate like a sardine. A twain of other men were looking at me as well. I couldn't move and there was a man pressed up against my spinal column, and another in front of me. He was facing me and flex back a bit so that his grimace wasn't in mine. When I looked up at him he smiled and continued looking down my dress at my pap ( the child's play and the fervor was keeping them hard ).

After a arcminute or so I felt a deal on my right second joint, just gently at first, but when the possessor was confident that I wasn't going to scream or something, the hired man started moving up under my apparel. It went all the way up to my waist, and then had a short tactile property turn. I guess that he was trying to incur some knickers.

The helping hand then moved round to my bum and the body that had been pressing into my back, wasn't any more. My decently ass boldness got squeezed before the hand drifted down between my legs to my puss. Just as it got there, the railroad train stopped at a station and the hand disappeared. citizenry got off, and people got on ; but the train 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 left looking through the armhole of my dress. With all that tending from men that I'd never seen before, and never spoken to, I was very delirious - to say the least.

As the train started to travel off, I felt the bridge player again. This metre it went straight between my stage to my pussy. There was a moment's pause when the owner found out how wet I was, or was it because the hired hand found the two slight gold ringing in my pussy sass. Whatever, the intermission was only for a import before the fingerbreadth found my clit then went inside me.

I moaned a bit then looked up at the man in presence of me. We made eye contact so I smiled. I think I blushed a bit as well. The digit started to pump in and out of me and my hips started to act in reaction to the stimulation. I closed my heart to just enjoy the sensations and was biting my bottom lip when I opened my centre again to see the face of the man in straw man of me. He had a puzzled expression on his font and was sniffing the air. I sniffed and realised that he smelt my snatch succus. I felt a bit embarrassed and lofty, both at the Sami time.

The fingers were just getting me finis to cumming when the train slowed and stopped at the next post. The fingers stopped moving, but didn't go out of me. Instead I felt his bridge player grip portion of my rightfulness cheek and hold me there.

Again people 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 go off I looked up and down the carriage. Although there was a crowd where I was, there was plenty of outer space in the rest of the carriage. There were even some free butt not far away.

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

The fingers got working again and it wasn't long before my orgasm arrived. I tried to choke my moaning, but I wasn't that right at it. The man in front of me knew what was happening and had a big smiling on his face. As the waves hit me I leaned forward a bit and my tummy felt what was probably the man's hard-on. I did desire to pass in between us and squeeze it, but I thought I 'd better not.

The fingerbreadth in my kitty-cat knew I'd cum but were still going in and out. They kept going even when the geartrain stopped in the next post, and shortly after that I came for a second time. That time I did make do to bar any noise 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 rear as the hired hand withdrew.

The train pulled into another station and I suddenly realised that both men had gone. I was alone, but a few people were looking at me. I did a quick halt and my dress was still covering my pussy, ass and tits - just. So they were either looking at my ramification ( some of them hoping my dress would go just that bit higher ) ; or they had been watching what was going on. I didn't precaution which.

I stood there on my own as the train went on to the next station. There some noisy early days 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 clothes."Nice slit ”, he said as another of them took some interest in me. One of them said,"Let's have a spirit at your boob then."When I didn't relocation he said,"okay then, I'll get them out for you."With that he put a bridge player inside the armholes of my frock and pulled it into the middle of my chest of drawers. Both my little breasts were out. Another of them said,"Bloody hell, look at those nipples."( Well, they were rock hard from the breeze and the excitement ).

Next, another of them lifted the hem of my attire up above my waist and said,"Nice ass and cunt 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 youths he said,"I think that's enough fun for this morning valet de chambre. The lady's getting a bit frightened ; and none of us want any trouble, DO WE ?"

I think it was the surprisal that someone had stood up to them that shut them up, they just stood there. The youth who was holding my frock up labialize my waistline let go of it. It fell back into place.

No one at that end of the carriage said a intelligence. All eyes were looking at us. It seemed like hours, but it must take in only been a instant before the train stopped at the adjacent 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 untested lady."I felt the bunched up portion of my clothes battlefront start to run back over my titty. Just round a corner off the platform, Jon stopped and asked me if I was all right. 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 future 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 gearing got back to Embankment ; then to go back to the hotel. He told me that he'd be back sometime recently afternoon.

The journey back wasn't anywhere near as practically fun. I opened my branch to a young woman who sat opposite me and just stared at my pussycat when she realised she could see it.

Walking out of the Underground at Piccadilly Circus, the fond sunshine and the hustle of people made me experience safe. I didn't want to go back to the hotel way, and anyway, I was hungry.

Quite close to the hotel entrance is a Warren Earl Burger B. B. King ; I decided to have a burger. I got it then looked for a table. There were none unfreeze downstairs, so I went upstairs. When I got there I saw that there are 2 tier of mesa. The floor of the upper stage at the front of the restaurant is about at the height of the table at the lower floor. On the bound of the upper level is a railing with not very wide sword bars. table are right up to the railing on both speed and grim grade. The end result is that someone sat at a table on the lower storey has their head at stifle level of someone sat at a tabular array on the speed level.

It took me only seconds to substantiate that it was a golden opportunity for me to flash my cunt at people on the humiliated level.

There wasn't a table at the edge of the upper story unfreeze when I first got there, so I went to a free tabular array near where I thought someone would be finishing soon. A few transactions later the pair did stopping point and I moved in. I looked down and saw that there was a young couple on the tabular array below me. Unfortunately I was facing the woman, 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 articulatio genus were blanket apart as my bum hit the hindquarters. Pretending to open up my bag of potato chip, I glanced down and saw that he was having a undecomposed look. His head was about a base from my human knee and it was well-fixed for him to look over and see all the way up to my pussy.

I sat there slowly eating and not turning my heading his way. He must have had the belief 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 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 step. I smiled at him.

It took me about an hour to finish that Warren Earl Burger, crisp and coke. I was surprised that I didn't get thrown out. In that metre I flashed one teenage girl, one middle-aged man and young female person phallus of staff who came to clean house up the board 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 one-half expecting for the manager to come and fox 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 workshop. For those of you who have never heard of Ann summertime, she runs a drawing string of shops and dwelling parties. All selling item to make hoi polloi sex animation more interesting.

The primer floor part of the shop wasn't very interesting, but downstairs they have lots of dildos, leather corset, party whip and sexy clothes. After feeling the texture of some of the dildos, I saw a French housemaid'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 help 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 room is a cubicle at the back of the shop. It has a big pall for a door. inside, my dress was off in seconds and I stood there naked. I was just working out how to get into the slight dress when the mantle opened and the man said,"Need any help ?"I was a bit startled, and after a few mo 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 small mirror. It didn't fit me well. It was obviously made for a char with big breasts. Mine were lost in there and the fabric just hung off my chest. The annulus part was effective ; I liked the bed of lace that made the lightlessness skirt 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 take it off when I heard the man's voice say,"There's a big mirror out here. You can get a better flavor at yourself."I was about to say ‘ no thank you'when I suddenly thought ‘ why not.'

In the primary area of the shop there was the male assistant, a twosome of giggling. older teenage missy and a match in their early twenties. As I walked out the workshop help pointed to the mirror that was at the former side of the shop. I'd have to pass all the people to get there. The couple saw me first and watched me go by. Then the girl. They stopped giggling and stared as I stood in front of the mirror and smoothed the textile down. As I turned from slope to side, to see myself from all angles, I could see the dyad and miss in the mirror. They were still looking at me.

I decided to twist over a bit to attend at the skirt at the front. This meant that it rode up my backside giving them a good view of my ass. Next I turned to face them then looked back over my shoulder, into the mirror to see that binding of the clothes. That showed them my pussy and proved that I wasn't wearing a thong.

The shop class assistant came over and asked what I thought. Grabbing the social movement 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 mortal who's got a lot more up top that I have."“ Ah, yes, I can see that. How about a nanny outfit ?"

I declined the offer and went and got changed. When I got out, I gave the assistant the maidservant's outfit and left. As I walked up the stairs to the soil trading floor I was followed by the 2 girls. I heard one of them say,"smell, 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 workmen in a hole in the road. It was my error for standing so close to the edge of the hole.

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

Jon took me to the theatre and a meal that dark. I didn't think that much of the gambling, but the food was respectable. Before we went out, Jon told me to stockpile my towel to the rain shower way. It was a consume naked walking as no one saw me.

The naked walk of life that I took later that night wasn't wasted. The quantity of vino 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 car 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-class honours degree recession I saw this elderly twain walking towards me. The expression 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 beginning."Doing it for a dare."I said."Oh, right 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 aerodynamic lift room access 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 dissimilar way. The fervour of being naked in an almost public blank space where I could get caught at any mo was getting my cunt tingling again.

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

The floor below was deserted when I stepped out of the stairwell. I was about half way to the lift when a whole group of teenagers came out of the door to the lifts. There must bear been over a dozen of them, all about 15 or 16 and both male child and girls. ‘ Sod it'I thought, and kept walking. When they saw me they started talking and laughing. They were not speaking English language. Some of them stopped and stared as I walked right through the heart of them. I noticed that one of the girls had a shocked expression on her face, and was holding a hired man over her mouth as she stared at me. I felt good.

At the lifts, I decided to go up the storey in the face lift rather than use the stairs. The excitement of not knowing who might be in the face lifting when the threshold opened was getting my kitty excited.

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

Next morning Jon wanted to catch an early train so it was a nimble elan to the toilet and cascade. I did it with my towel over my arm, and the only person I saw was a fille member of staff delivering some breakfasts. She just stared at me.

Going out of the Underground at St. Pancras, Jon told me to get on the moving stairway before him. He then held up the waiting line for a second before stepping out of the way. When I turned round to see where Jon was, there was a gap of about 8 empty stairs, then a man staring straight up my apparel. When I was facing upwards he must have see my ass, and when I turned to look for Jon he must ingest seen my pussy. I saw him work his back talk. At the top he said,"Hi, on your own ?"By that clock time Jon was there, he grabbed my arm and we went for the train.

Well, that's how our piffling trip 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 pages as and when he's read them and is happy with them.

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Vanessa