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Hi, my gens is genus Vanessa. I was born in December 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 east midland of England. It was a brave decisiveness 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 necessitate to do something because my aliveness was so dark and oil production. Even the interview for the job was unconvincing, 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 site that it is published on.

If you care to show my diary you will discover 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 life that just could not be more satisfying or gratifying. I love my life and all the piffling adventures that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a slight bit of hair that grows on my legs, I have no soundbox hair below my cervix. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with small ( ish ), pert boob that have small aureoles and jumbo teat. When they're toilsome Jon says they're like chapel service hat rowlock. I have a nice firm, matted stomach with a pubic bone that does stick out a bit. In my pussy lips I have 2 little gold rings that Jon put in me. My clit is very striking and is usually sticking out between my rim. It's about an inch long with a fiddling polish top dog. Jon sometimes calls it my minuscule hawkshaw. I don't own any bras, knickers, trousers, leg covering or shorts ; and 90 % of my skirts and dresses can be described as mini or micro. I used to be a very shy miss, but I've now gone completely the other way, and get a smashing thrill from letting early hoi polloi see my body.

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

Jon told me to intercept writing my daybook 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 Internet looking for ideas for little adventure or incidents that we could manufacture to ingest some fun. We've found one or two fib that appear to be slightly rewritten copy of some of the text in my Journal, and one or two that are very similar to some of the escapade that we've had and that I've written about in my journal. At start I was a bit annoyed about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that soul thought our escapade were good enough to replicate. I've started thinking that way as well.

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

Ski Trip

The initiative I knew about the head trip was when Jon took me shopping to a sportswoman shop. Normally when he's taking me somewhere he doesn't tell me until the day that we go, but occasionally he does. He told me this sentence because I needed something to keep me affectionate. When he did recite me I had mixed feelings. 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 hand I was excited, it was something new, and I was surely that we'd be capable to have some ‘ fun ’. I was also a bit worried about the cold. As any of you who have read my Journal will know, I don't wear a good deal clothing, and I had visions of newspaper headlines to the effect of, ‘ Young daughter found quick-frozen to death buried in hoodwink wearing nothing but a mini dress ’.

Jon soon put my psyche to repose on the cobbler's last bit when he started looking at skisuits and thermal underwear for me. He picked 3 skisuits and told me to try them on. I'd gone out wearing human knee length bang, a dress and a pelage, and nothing else. I needed the coat because the conditions was bad.

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

I didn't take long to deprive off and I was pulling the pant division of a red courtship on when Jon opened the curtain to see how I was getting on. I looked up, and not only could I see Jon, I could see a dyad of customers. They weren't looking my way - to take off off with, but as they moved round one of the men saw me. I was just pulling the trouser part over my bottom 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 to a greater extent. I just wanted to let Jon know that individual was watching me.

I pulled the skisuit properly on and zipped it up. It was a reasonable fit, but I felt unusual wearing something that covered so much of my dead body ; and it was affectionate in there as well. Jon told me to go and have a facial expression at myself in a mirror so I went out into the main component part of the shop class. 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 booth and couldn't close the curtain because Jon was leaning against the wall trapping the drape. 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 suit I should try following. This gave my watchers a wide-cut frontal purview of me. My kitty started to tingle. As Jon answered I looked over at the men and smiled. One of them grinned.

Jon told me to try the naughty skisuit on next so I turned and lifted it of the hook. 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 wooden leg and saw that the men were still watching. My kitty-cat 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 same procedure to try the 3rd suit on ( green one ), and had an audience all of the time. The 3rd wooing fitted even near 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 genitals.

One of my looker looked a bit surprised when I put just my dress then my coat on.

Next was the ski boots, Jon had no intention of buying any, but he wanted me to try some on for 2 reasons. Firstly he wanted to know what sizing I would need, and secondly he wanted one of the young sales event assistants to get a erection looking at my snatch as he helped me.

Jon decided on the shuffle and style of boot and asked the young assistant to quantify my feet. I sat down with my stifle together and cake wide-eyed open. My poor frock let well-nigh of my thighs show, and as soon as the Whitney Moore Young Jr. man got down on his genu I knew that he'd seen my bald pubes. His cheek went red. As the man fumbled with the measurer I let my knees part a few in. All the fourth dimension the man kept looking up my chick and by then he'd be capable 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 chair and let my wooden leg move about as the rush went on. His side was telling me everything. poor people man, he had trouble concentrating on the rush 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 muddy cunt was really tingling. I was enjoying it as much as he was.

Amazingly, and unfortunately, the offset set of the boot fitted me well so Jon took the size and thanked the man for his help."No job,"he said,"happy to have helped you."I bet he was.

Jon sorted out some thermals, sock, mitt and goggles and we went to the sales retort. We put them all on the counter and a different assistant ran them through the till. 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 whitish 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 dismal, 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 jean. We didn't bother trying them on. Jon just made sure enough that the unity that we bought had a big lummox of cloth where the 4 firearm of material met.

We left home the next weekend with me feeling uncomfortable wearing the denim and a sweater under my pelage. At to the lowest degree the dungaree rubbed my twat a bit as I walked. Jon told me to rent a couple of dresses, but didn't know if I'd get the chance to outwear them.

The airplane journeying was uneventful and the coach trip was boring. It was grim and I hardly saw anything.

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

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

The scene was grand, it was a bright top day and I could see the cable car going up the mountains. There was also at least 2 substructure of snow on the roofs of the buildings. I'd never actually seen snow that inscrutable before.

After breakfast Jon was aegir to get to the shop where we hired boots and skis. Jon took me up to the top of the first of all 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 afternoon ; and he was off.

Jon had told me that he used to go skiing just about every class when he was younger, and he spent most of the hebdomad going down the red and the mordant runs. I spent most of the week in ski school. It was fun, I did enjoy myself, but I got quite a few ache, pains and contusion.



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

Fortunately Jon had told me to call for my swimsuit with me, but the pool water was dusty. Each Night before dinner party Jon told me to wait in reception until I saw a man going for a swimming. I then had to wait a match of minutes to founder him time to start getting changed, and then travel along him in. I then had to make for sure that he saw everything as I stripped and struggled ( deliberately ) to put my thin white Lycra bathing costume on. I then had to plunge in the pool and get to certain that he saw my big nipples trying to burst out of the swimsuit.

After that I had to get out and attend around in the changing area ( naked ) in the hope that someone else would come in. Only twice did I manage to turn over someone a display when I got out and dressed.

From there I had to go and join Jon in the leisure centre. Jon told me that the star sign that was just after the changing rooms said that clothes were forbidden beyond that power point ; and everyone was naked. There was a sauna, a steam room, a Jacuzzi, an extremely stale plunge pool, a couple of relaxation field and a massage room.

We went into the leisure time centre every Nox and for quite a bit of that meter I was the but female in there. I spent most of the time in there feeling the optic of the men staring at me. It was overnice. I don't suppose that me lying on the sun mope with my fundament on the primer coat 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 morning we wandered around the village and found a populace swimming puddle. We went back to the hotel for our costumes and spent the afternoon there.

I was amazed by the number of people there, you could hardly move in some parts. The changing area was fun, what Jon tells me is typical mainland Europe with some petty kiosk and one big open field. supposition where I spent a lot of clip pretending to get dressed and unattired. Jon left me to it most of the fourth dimension, but after I got changed for the tertiary time in 2 60 minutes he came after me and fucked me in one of the cubicles.

At one side of the main pond ( which was quite warm ) there is an going where you can swim to a small pool outside. There you can sit with just your pass above the very warm piddle with steam rising around you. There's a bigger pocket billiards that was frozen over and had thick snow on it. We watched 3 multitude get out and ringlet in the snow. division of another little pocket billiards 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 have a go. I got out of the fond bit and was standing shivering on the sharpness of the icy bit trying to pluck up enough braveness to jump in when Jon pushed me in. It was only about 10 pes retentive, but Jon made me drown to the other end and spine before getting back into the warm bit

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

On the Th night, Jon decided that we'd stay in the hotel bar. The early nights we'd put mint of apparel on and gone for our Apres Ski at other local bars. Good fun, but zip worth writing about.

Jon told me to outwear one of the dresses I'd taken. It was the only meter I wore a dress that hebdomad, and I was the only adult female there wearing one ( little did they know what I wasn't wearing underneath ). All the others ( including the staff ) were wearing trousers. As we walked into the eatery it went unsounded and virtually 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 much local anaesthetic beer afterwards and I fell over walking out. I didn't see if anyone saw my stern and kitty-cat when I was down, or getting up, but some people must have done. Jon helped me up and up to the way where he took his pleasure and went to sleep.

Friday, the shoemaker's last day, was a bit different. 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 tail of the red run is this log cabin. Jon took me labialise the back of it ( no one lived there in the winter ) and we sat on a wooden bench taking in the brilliantly sun and scene. terrific views.

After about 10 minutes Jon told me to strip down. Stupidly, I said,"What ?"and he had to repeat himself. I just knew what was going to happen as soon as I was naked. It was both hot and cold if you know what I mean. The sun was affectionate, but everything else was stale. My nipples were hard as I bent over his articulatio genus and counted the 20 slaps with his hired hand. After that he told me to sit in the nose candy to cool my rear and puss. That was cold-blooded.

A twosome of minutes later he told me to get up and lay on my back on the bench. I then had to put my wooden leg straight up in the air and open 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 former skiers swishing passed. I didn't cum, but Jon did.

My thermals were soaked in our juices 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 next morning.

That's about it except to say that Jon threw my jeans and thermals in the trumpery 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 as shooting Jon will get me to publish them on my web Sir Frederick Handley Page as and when he's learn them and is glad with them.

Love

Vanessa