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Hi, my name is genus Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound frame with blondish hair's-breadth. In 1998 I quit my boring existence in a slight township in North Wales and went to work as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East Midlands of England. It was a brave decision to make as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advertizing in a BDSM magazine that person had left in the stylist where I worked. I didn't really know what I was letting myself in for, but I really did ask to do something because my life was so sorry and oil production. Even the audience for the job was unbelievable, but I was so desperate to exchange 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 spirit, and he has since created a web land site that it is published on.

If you care to show my Journal you will observe that my relationship with Jon is rather different to that of well-nigh employee and employer, but I have easily come to understand that I have a life history that just could not be more substantial or pleasurable. I love my life and all the slight adventures that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a little bit of pilus 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 breast that have small aureoles and heavyweight pap. When they're severely Jon says they're like chapel hat pegs. I have a decent firm, savourless breadbasket with a pubic ivory that does stick out a bit. In my kitty lips I have 2 slight amber rings that Jon put in me. My clit is very prominent and is usually sticking out between my lip. It's about an column inch long with a little round drumhead. Jon sometimes calls it my little putz. I don't own any bra, knickers, trouser, leg covering or shortstop ; and 90 % of my doll and dress 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 outstanding bang from letting other people see my body.

I hope that's enough to meet the people who asked. If it isn't, perhaps they would like to e-mail me with specific questions.

Jon told me to terminate writing my diary 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 mind for little risky venture or incidents that we could manufacture to suffer some fun. We've found one or two stories that appear to be slightly rewritten copy of some of the text edition in my diary, 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 start I was a bit harassed about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that mortal thought our adventures were ripe enough to copy. I've started thinking that way as well.

The adventure I'm about to key out took place quite recently ( Jan 2001 ) when Jon took me skiing in Austria for a week.

Ski trip

The first I knew about the trip was when Jon took me shopping to a sportswoman shop. Normally when he's taking me somewhere he doesn't order me until the day that we go, but occasionally he does. He told me this clock time because I needed something to keep me warm. When he did tell me I had mixed feelings. On the one handwriting I'd never been skiing before and was a bit uneasy. I've never really been the actual sporty type. On the other hand I was excited, it was something new, and I was for certain that we'd be able-bodied to have some ‘ fun ’. I was also a bit distressed about the cold. As any of you who have read my diary will know, I don't wear much article of clothing, and I had visions of paper newspaper headline to the result of, ‘ youth daughter found fixed to destruction buried in snow wearing nothing but a miniskirt frock ’.

Jon soon put my creative thinker to rest 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 stifle length boots, a clothes and a coat, and zero else. I needed the pelage because the weather was bad.

To try the skisuits on I had to take everything off. The one and only changing kiosk ( dead reckoning they didn't have much of a need for one ) was in the middle of the shop, with just a curtain across. Not the best of drapery either.

I didn't take long to reave off and I was pulling the trousers part of a red causa on when Jon opened the pall to see how I was getting on. I looked up, and not only could I see Jon, I could see a duet 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 part over my backside and I'm not sure if he saw my kitty-cat or not. He certainly saw my breast 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 than. I just wanted to let Jon make out that mortal 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 much of my body ; and it was tender in there as well. Jon told me to go and induce a look at myself in a mirror so I went out into the chief region of the workshop. 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 well-chosen with the skisuit, but he told me to try another one on. I went back into the changing cell and couldn't close the curtain because Jon was leaning against the paries trapping the curtain. I looked at Jon and he said,"Come 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 other man. When it was off I turned to ask Jon which wooing I should try next. This gave my watchers a full frontal 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 blueing skisuit on next so I turned and lifted it of the hook shot. As I did, I ‘ accidentally'dropped it so that I had to bend over to pick it up. When I was bent over I looked back through my legs and saw that the men were still watching. My snatch was getting wet.

After I picked the suit up I turned to Jon and put it on. My center 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 like routine to try the 3rd suit on ( green one ), and had an audience all of the time. The 3rd wooing fitted even better 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 surprise when I put just my dress then my pelage 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 know what size I would need, and secondly he wanted one of the Cy Young sales assistants to get a hard-on looking at my pussy as he helped me.

Jon decided on the shuffling and style of the boot and asked the young help to measure my feet. I sat down with my knees together and cake wide open. My short dress let most of my thigh show, and as soon as the Whitney Moore Young Jr. man got down on his knees I knew that he'd seen my bald pubis. His face went red. As the man fumbled with the measurer I let my knees part a few column inch. All the time the man kept looking up my doll and by then he'd be able to see the top of my incision. I kept the best bit until he brought the kicking out and helped me put them on. I slouched down in the hot seat and let my pegleg move about as the charge went on. His face was telling me everything. Poor man, he had trouble concentrating on the iron heel and he trapped his finger as he fastened one of the boots. Then he had to go through it all again as he showed me how to fasten the boots. It wasn't complicated ; it's just that I wanted him to keep looking at me.

My haphazard cunt was really tingling. I was enjoying it as much as he was.

Amazingly, and unfortunately, the first set of boots fitted me well so Jon took the size and thanked the man for his assist."No trouble,"he said,"felicitous to have helped you."I bet he was.

Jon sorted out some thermals, wind sleeve, gloves and goggles and we went to the sales agreement heel counter. We put them all on the counter and a different assistant ran them through the boulder clay. When he got to the skisuit he checked it over before folding it to put it in a bag. When he looked at the crotch he saw that it was all wet. He looked inside and saw some of my milky juices and tried to rub them off.

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

From there we went and bought me some jeans. We didn't annoyance trying them on. Jon just made sure that the 1 that we bought had a big lump of fabric where the 4 pieces of material met.

We left home the future weekend with me feeling uncomfortable wearing the dungaree and a jumper under my coating. At least the dungaree rubbed my twat a bit as I walked. Jon told me to take a couple of dresses, but didn't know if I'd get the chance to wear them.

The carpenter's plane journey was uneventful and the motorbus slip was boring. It was dark and I hardly saw anything.

We arrived at the sport Hotel in Sol late that dark and went straight to bed.

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

The scenery was fantastic, it was a brilliant absolved day and I could see the cable car going up the great deal. There was also at least 2 feet of snow on the cap of the buildings. I'd never actually seen snow that deep before.

After breakfast Jon was tidal bore to get to the shop where we hired boots and skis. Jon took me up to the top of the outset cable car ride then found my ski school group for me. He told me that he'd see me back in the hotel later that afternoon ; and he was off.

Jon had told me that he used to go skiing just about every year when he was untested, and he spent most of the week going down the red and the bootleg runs. I spent about of the week in ski school. It was fun, I did enjoy myself, but I got quite a few aching, strain and contusion.



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

Fortunately Jon had told me to take my swimsuit with me, but the consortium body of water was cold. Each night before dinner Jon told me to wait in reception until I saw a man going for a swim. I then had to wait a distich of minutes to give him meter to start getting changed, and then follow him in. I then had to make trusted that he saw everything as I stripped and struggled ( deliberately ) to put my thin livid Lycra swimming costume on. I then had to dive in the pond and get sure that he saw my big nipples trying to burst out of the swimwear.

After that I had to get out and string up around in the changing expanse ( naked ) in the Bob Hope that somebody else would come in. simply twice did I manage to give soul a show when I got out and dressed.

From there I had to go and join Jon in the leisure eye. Jon told me that the signaling that was just after the changing rooms said that wearing apparel were taboo beyond that spot ; and everyone was naked. There was a sauna, a steam way, a Jacuzzi, an extremely cold plunge pool, a couple of relaxation areas and a massage room.

We went into the leisure time centre every night and for quite a bit of that metre I was the only female in there. I spent most of the time in there feeling the eyes of the men staring at me. It was nice. I don't suppose that me lying on the sun dillydallier with my feet on the ground at either incline 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 public swim puddle. We went back to the hotel for our costumes and spent the afternoon there.

I was amazed by the number of the great unwashed there, you could hardly proceed in some parts. The changing region was fun, what Jon tells me is typical mainland European Community with some little cubicles and one big open area. Guess where I spent a lot of time pretending to get dressed and ungarbed. Jon left me to it most of the time, but after I got changed for the third time in 2 hours he came after me and fucked me in one of the cubicles.

At one side of the main syndicate ( which was quite fond ) there is an passing where you can swim to a little pool outside. There you can sit with just your head above the very warm water system with steam rising around you. There's a larger pool that was frozen over and had thick blow on it. We watched 3 the great unwashed get out and axial rotation in the snow. Part of another little pool next to the warm bit had had the ice broken on it and we watched one mad man go for a speedy swim in it. Jon decided that I should have a go. I got out of the warm bit and was standing shivering on the edge of the icy bit trying to plunk up enough courage to startle in when Jon pushed me in. It was only about 10 invertebrate foot long, but Jon made me drown to the other end and dorsum before getting back into the warmly bit

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

On the Thursday night, Jon decided that we'd stay in the hotel bar. The other nighttime we'd put lots of clothes on and gone for our Apres Ski at early local stripe. honorable fun, but cipher deserving writing about.

Jon told me to have on one of the clothes I'd taken. It was the only fourth dimension I wore a dress that week, and I was the only fair sex there wearing one ( petty did they know what I wasn't wearing underneath ). All the others ( including the staff ) were wearing trousers. As we walked into the restaurant it went silent and nearly of the people looked to see why.

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

Fri, the last day, was a bit dissimilar. Jon asked me where we stopped for lunch and he met me there. I spent the afternoon going down a couple of blue and one red run. Nearly at the bum of the red run is this log cabin. Jon took me round the backrest of it ( no one lived there in the winter ) and we sat on a wooden workbench taking in the bright sun and scenery. Fantastic views.

After about 10 minutes Jon told me to strip. Stupidly, I said,"What ?"and he had to reprize himself. I just knew what was going to hap as soon as I was naked. It was both hot and common cold if you know what I mean. The sun was warm, but everything else was frigid. My nipples were hard as I bent over his knee and counted the 20 slaps with his hand. After that he told me to sit in the coke to cool my hind end and kitty-cat. That was cold.

A yoke of minute of arc later he told me to get up and lay on my spine on the work bench. I then had to put my legs straight up in the air and afford them wide. He looked at my pussy 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 juice by the clip we got back to the hotel, and I was glad I didn't have to put them on again.

We went home the future 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 early experiences that Jon has told me to document, and there's boundary to be more as metre goes on. I'm sure Jon will get me to publish them on my web varlet as and when he's learn them and is felicitous with them.

honey

Vanessa