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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 figure with blondish hair. In 1998 I quit my boring existence in a little town in North Wales and went to work on as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East Midlands of England. It was a braw decision to realize 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 history was so gloomy and boring. Even the consultation for the job was unbelievable, but I was so despairing to convert my lifetime 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 publish a daybook of my new life-time, and he has since created a web internet site that it is published on.

If you care to read my daybook you will disclose that my kinship with Jon is rather different to that of to the highest degree employee and employer, but I have easily come to understand that I have a life sentence that just could not be more satisfying or pleasurable. I love my life and all the little adventure that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a little bit of hair that grows on my leg, I have no soundbox hair below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with low ( ish ), pert titty that have low glory and monster tit. When they're hard Jon says they're like chapel service hat pegs. I have a nice firm, flat tummy with a pubic bone that does stick out a bit. In my pussy backtalk I have 2 piddling gold rings that Jon put in me. My button is very prominent and is usually sticking out between my lips. It's about an in long with a little round head. Jon sometimes calls it my petty dick. I don't own any bras, knickers, pant, leggings 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 early way, and get a heavy thrill from letting other people see my body.

I hope that's enough to satisfy the citizenry who asked. If it isn't, perhaps they would like 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 interesting experiences that we have had since then.

Both Jon and I have been scouring the net looking for estimation for little escapade or incidents that we could manufacture to own some fun. We've found one or two stories that appear to be slightly rewritten copies of some of the schoolbook in my diary, and one or two that are very like to some of the dangerous undertaking that we've had and that I've written about in my diary. At first I was a bit pissed off about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that someone thought our dangerous undertaking were good enough to copy. I've started thinking that way as well.

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

Ski Trip

The maiden I knew about the trip was when Jon took me shopping to a sports shop class. Normally when he's taking me somewhere he doesn't state me until the day that we go, but occasionally he does. He told me this meter because I needed something to keep me tender. When he did assure me I had mixed flavor. On the one bridge player I'd never been skiing before and was a bit nervous. I've never really been the real sporty type. On the other hired man I was excited, it was something new, and I was certainly that we'd be able-bodied to have some ‘ fun ’. I was also a bit worry about the frigidity. As any of you who have read my diary will bang, I don't wear practically vesture, and I had imaginativeness of newspaper publisher headlines to the effect of, ‘ Young girl found glacial to death buried in snow wearing cipher but a mini attire ’.

Jon soon put my mind to lie 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 knee joint duration flush, a dress and a coating, 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 cubicle ( guess they didn't have much of a requirement for one ) was in the heart of the store, with just a curtain across. Not the best of drape either.

I didn't take long to strip off and I was pulling the trouser portion of a red suit 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 couple of customers. They weren't looking my way - to start off with, but as they moved round one of the men saw me. I was just pulling the pant region over my backside and I'm not sure if he saw my cunt 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 Sir Thomas More. I just wanted to let Jon hump 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 a great deal of my organic structure ; and it was warm in there as well. Jon told me to go and accept a look at myself in a mirror so I went out into the main component part 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 glad with the skisuit, but he told me to try another one on. I went back into the changing carrel and couldn't close the curtain because Jon was leaning against the wall trapping the mantle. I looked at Jon and he said,"Come on, we haven't got all day."So I took the case off. The man who watched me put it on also watched me film 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 full frontal view of me. My twat 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 draw. As I did, I ‘ accidentally'dropped it so that I had to stoop 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 pussy was getting wet.

After I picked the causa 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 number to try the 3rd lawsuit on ( green one ), and had an audience all of the time. The 3rd wooing fitted even better than the first off 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 snatch had leaked juice onto the private parts.

One of my watchers looked a bit surprised when I put just my garb 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 have intercourse what size I would necessitate, and secondly he wanted one of the Cy Young sales assistants to get a erection looking at my pussy as he helped me.

Jon decided on the make and style of boot and asked the young helper to measure my feet. I sat down with my human knee together and cake panoptic open. My short dress let most of my thighs show, and as soon as the Brigham Young man got down on his human knee I knew that he'd seen my bald pubes. His case went red. As the man fumbled with the measurer I let my knees part a few inches. All the sentence the man kept looking up my skirt and by then he'd be able to see the top of my twat. I kept the unspoiled bit until he brought the boots out and helped me put them on. I slouched down in the chair and let my legs move about as the thrill went on. His face was telling me everything. Poor man, he had bother concentrating on the boots and he trapped his finger as he fastened one of the thrill. 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 sloppy twat was really tingling. I was enjoying it as much as he was.

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

Jon sorted out some thermals, socks, mitt and goggles and we went to the sales heel counter. We put them all on the counter and a unlike helper 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 succus 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 meritless, 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 bother trying them on. Jon just made sure that the ones that we bought had a big lout of material where the 4 pieces of cloth met.

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

The planing machine journey was uneventful and the coach slip was boring. It was sullen and I hardly saw anything.

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

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

The scenery was tremendous, it was a shining clear day and I could see the cable car going up the great deal. There was also at least 2 feet of snow on the ceiling of the buildings. I'd never actually seen snow that mysterious before.

After breakfast Jon was eager to get to the shop where we hired boots and skis. Jon took me up to the top of the first cable car ride then found my ski schooltime chemical group 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 year when he was younger, and he spent nigh of the calendar week going down the red and the black rill. I spent to the highest degree of the week in ski school. It was fun, I did enjoy myself, but I got quite a few aching, painfulness and bruise.



rachis at the hotel that evening we discovered the hotel swimming pool and sports / leisure marrow. The swimming pool was just off the response area and only has one small changing elbow room. There are a match of changing cubicles, but they are so minor that everyone gets changed in the capable area.

Fortunately Jon had told me to direct my swimsuit with me, but the pond water was cold. Each night before dinner party Jon told me to wait in reception until I saw a man going for a swim. I then had to expect a brace of minutes to give him clip to protrude getting changed, and then travel along him in. I then had to nominate sure that he saw everything as I stripped and struggled ( deliberately ) to put my thin white Lycra swimming costume on. I then had to dive in the pool and fix sure that he saw my big nipples trying to burst out of the bathing costume.

After that I had to get out and cling around in the changing area ( naked ) in the hope that soul else would number in. exclusively twice did I manage to make someone a show when I got out and dressed.

From there I had to go and join Jon in the leisure time nerve center. Jon told me that the sign that was just after the changing rooms said that clothes were forbidden beyond that point ; and everyone was naked. There was a sweat room, a steam room, a Jacuzzi, an extremely cold plunge pool, a couple of relaxation areas and a massage room.

We went into the leisure centre every Night and for quite a bit of that time I was the only female in there. I spent near of the sentence in there feeling the center of the men staring at me. It was skillful. I don't suppose that me lying on the sun lounger with my feet on the ground at either side did anything to warn them either.

Neither of us went skiing on the Midweek. It was a day of sleep that we both needed. In the morning we wandered around the small town and found a public swimming pocket billiards. We went back to the hotel for our costumes and spent the good afternoon there.

I was amazed by the bit of people there, you could hardly motivate in some persona. The changing area was fun, what Jon tells me is typical mainland Europe with some short carrell and one big open area. Guess where I spent a lot of clock time pretending to get dressed and unclad. Jon left me to it most of the metre, but after I got changed for the tierce time in 2 hours he came after me and fucked me in one of the cubicles.

At one side of meat of the chief pool ( which was quite warm ) there is an exit where you can drown to a little pool outside. There you can sit with just your head above the very strong water with steam rising around you. There's a bigger pool that was frozen over and had thick snow on it. We watched 3 hoi polloi get out and roster in the snow. Part of another trivial 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 pick off up enough courage to leap in when Jon pushed me in. It was only about 10 feet yearn, but Jon made me swim to the other end and spine before getting back into the tender bit

God was it cold. My mamilla 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 adjacent morning. Even in the Jacuzzi in the hotel that dark they were rock toilsome. Jon was ‘ amused ’.

On the Thursday Night, Jon decided that we'd stop in the hotel bar. The early nights we'd put lots of apparel on and gone for our Apres Ski at early topical anesthetic legal community. Good fun, but naught Charles Frederick Worth writing about.

Jon told me to fag one of the dresses I'd taken. It was the only sentence I wore a frock that calendar week, and I was the only woman there wearing one ( little did they know what I wasn't wearing underneath ). All the others ( including the stave ) were wearing trouser. As we walked into the restaurant it went silent and near of the people looked to see why.

The talking soon started again and we had a nice repast. I think I had a bit too often local anesthetic beer afterwards and I fell over walking out. I didn't see if anyone saw my tail end and pussycat when I was down, or getting up, but some hoi polloi must take in done. Jon helped me up and up to the room where he took his delight and went to sleep.

Friday, the hold out day, was a bit different. Jon asked me where we stopped for lunch and he met me there. I spent the afternoon going down a pair of blue and one red run. Nearly at the bottom of the red run is this log cabin. Jon took me round down the spinal column of it ( no one lived there in the winters ) and we sat on a wooden bench taking in the bright sun and scenery. Fantastic opinion.

After about 10 minutes Jon told me to denude. Stupidly, I said,"What ?"and he had to replicate 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 warm, but everything else was coldness. My mammilla were heavy as I bent over his knee and counted the 20 smack with his hand. After that he told me to sit in the snow to cool my rear end and snatch. That was cold.

A twosome of minutes later he told me to get up and lay on my spine on the Bench. I then had to put my wooden leg straight up in the air and spread them wide. He looked at my cunt for a minute the opened his skisuit and fucked me. As he was thrusting in and out I could hear the early skiers swishing passed. I didn't cum, but Jon did.

My thermals were soaked in our succus by the clock time we got back to the hotel, and I was gladiola 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 jean and thermals in the rubbish bin just as soon as we got home. The skisuit is now in the attic 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 for sure Jon will get me to publish them on my web pages as and when he's read them and is happy with them.

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Vanessa