Introduction

Hi, my public figure is Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound figure with blondish fuzz. In 1998 I quit my oil production existence in a minuscule town in Second Earl of Guilford Wales and went to mold as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East Midland of England. It was a endure decisiveness to make as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advertizing in a BDSM cartridge clip that mortal 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 drear and boring. Even the consultation for the job was incredible, but I was so desperate to change my aliveness 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 lifetime, and he has since created a web internet site that it is published on.

If you care to say my diary you will get word 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 pleasurable. I love my life and all the little dangerous undertaking that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a little bit of hair that grows on my legs, I have no body tomentum below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with small ( ish ), pert breasts that have small aura and goliath teat. When they're hard Jon says they're like chapel service hat rowlock. I have a prissy business firm, flat stomach with a pubic bone that does stick out a bit. In my pussycat lips I have 2 slight gold band that Jon put in me. My clit is very striking and is usually sticking out between my lips. It's about an in long with a little round head. Jon sometimes calls it my little dick. I don't own any bandeau, knee breeches, trousers, leg covering or shorts ; and 90 % of my wench and dresses can be described as miniskirt or micro. I used to be a very shy girl, but I've now gone completely the other way, and get a gravid thrill from letting other people see my body.

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

Jon told me to quit writing my daybook 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 ideas for little adventures or incidents that we could invent to own some fun. We've found one or two stories that appear to be slightly rewritten copies of some of the text in my Journal, and one or two that are very like to some of the adventures that we've had and that I've written about in my diary. At first I was a bit nettle about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that someone thought our escapade were honorable enough to copy. I've started thinking that way as well.

The adventure I'm about to draw happened in the summer of 2000. The main part of the adventure took place on the Jack 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 Jack London Underground in my journal, but although this risky venture is similar, it was on a different occasion. Jon enjoyed the initiative time so a good deal ( so did I ) that he took me back for a second go.

The London subway system

Jon sprung yet another surprise on me when he came dwelling from work one Tuesday night and told me that he had a business group meeting in London the future day. He'd decided to take me to London with him and depart 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 gearing.

The journey 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 Circus. It's not the unspoiled of hotels, but you can't get much more central without it costing you a luck ( and Jon was paying, not his business ).

The room that Jon booked doesn't have an en rooms bath. I was a petty frustrated until Jon told me that his choice was deliberate so that I could walk 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 side by side 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 body it was only just long enough to cover my knocker and bum ; and it was only just long enough to wrap over and pucker in. Not only would it take very little for it to un-tuck and lessen off, when I put one leg in front of me the whole of my incline up passed my waist was showing.

The building is sort of triangular with bits going off. You can take the air round out 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 up a firing doorway and the inevitable happened. Unfortunately there wasn't anyone around to see my nakedness.

I eventually found a ladies loo and had a pee. Feeling a bit unfearing I decided to walk back to our elbow room with the towel in my hired man. Unfortunately I must have been too other and never saw anyone. Jon told me I was a ‘ good miss'when I got back to our way, 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 horizon, and the edifice antonym looked a bit of a dump. It turned out that it was the spine of some posh shop class in Regent Street. They obviously didn't concern what the back looked like.

About 20 mo later Jon decided that he wanted a drink of coke. There wasn't a mini 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 elevator ).

The corridor was deserted again, and all was quiet when I put the money in the motorcar. As I was hang over getting the can I heard a man say,"Very nice love, can you just stay like that for a while please ?"I was surprised, jumped up and turned beat. This middle-aged man as stood there with a suitcase in his hired hand. I put my discharge hand on my breast and said,"Oh, sorry, you startled me. I didn't think anyone else was up yet."He said,"Sorry, I didn't mean value to bring in you start, it's just that I was admiring your beautiful rise end."

He looked a nice man so I pulled the towel off, said,"Well what do you think of the front man end then ?"and walked passed him back to our room. As I was walking away from him I heard him say,"Very courteous my love !"

half an hour later Jon said it was prison term for a shower. He wrapped a towel circle his waist and told me to put my towel on. As we walked down the corridor I could hear one or two people moving around. Just as we started turning one of the corners, 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 housemaid delivering breakfasts. She was looking at us with a grin on her face. Knowing that Jon wouldn't judgment, I stood up and grabbed his towel. It came off as I said,"Two can play at that game."The amah's eyes opened wide-eyed and her jaw dropped as she saw Jon's bald putz. She just stared as Jon said,"Right then, wait until I get bind 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 maid and polish up the turning point. Her expression was a depiction.

Round the recess, a man in a dressing gown 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 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 walk of life back to the room was uneventful and we got dressed and went for breakfast. Jon put his case on ready for his business meeting, and he told me to wear just shoe and one of my thin, cotton plant dresses. The one that has a scoop movement, no sleeves 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 is always warmer in London than in bowler hat, but it was a bit fresh out. My pap were letting everyone know that it was fresh. When we went into the Underground it was quite windy as well. A couple of times I could finger my dress blowing up.

We got the train to Embankment station then got on the round line. The first bit was only a yoke of stations 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 legs so that he could see my puss. poor man went bright red, but he kept looking. When we got up to go away I looked to see if he had a erection, but the report was covering his lap.

Those of you who have read my Journal will be intimate that I never cross my legs like well-nigh women do, Jon won't let me.

As we got on the string at Embankment Jon told me to stand near doorway and hold onto one of those leather strap 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 capable to see all of that knocker, and a bit of the former one as well.

zip much happened to bug out off with, except that I was getting a bit excited anticipating what might happen. After about 3 or 4 Stations of the Cross the train got busier. I'd watched one young man stare at me as he got on, and he stood close to me watching my minuscule remaining breast wobble a bit as the train rattled along.

matter got a bit more occupy at the adjacent post, people poured in, and I began to feel like a sardine. A duad of other men were looking at me as well. I couldn't move and there was a man pressed up against my back, and another in front of me. He was facing me and deflect back a bit so that his facial expression wasn't in mine. When I looked up at him he smiled and continued looking down my dress at my mammilla ( the piece of cake and the excitement was keeping them voiceless ).

After a second or so I felt a hand on my right thigh, just gently at first, but when the proprietor was confident that I wasn't going to call or something, the hand started moving up under my dress. It went all the way up to my waist, and then had a little smell round of golf. I guess that he was trying to get some knickers.

The deal then moved round to my bum and the organic structure that had been pressing into my vertebral column, wasn't any more. My right ass cheek got squeezed before the hand drifted down between my stage to my kitty-cat. Just as it got there, the railroad train stopped at a station and the hand disappeared. citizenry got off, and hoi polloi got on ; but the train wasn't any the less crowded. The man in front line 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 clothes. 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 run off, I felt the hand again. This metre it went straight between my ramification to my snatch. There was a import's pause when the owner found out how wet I was, or was it because the script found the two little atomic number 79 rings in my pussy lips. Whatever, the suspension 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 front of me. We made eye 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 act in reaction to the stimulation. I closed my heart to just savor the sensations and was biting my bottom lip when I opened my eyes again to see the face of the man in figurehead of me. He had a puzzled expression on his typeface and was sniffing the air. I sniffed and realised that he smelt my puss juices. I felt a bit embarrassed and majestic, both at the Saami time.

The fingers were just getting me close up to cumming when the train slowed and stopped at the next station. The fingers stopped moving, but didn't go out of me. Instead I felt his helping hand grip role of my right boldness 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 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 resign seats not far away.

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

The fingerbreadth got working again and it wasn't long before my orgasm arrived. I tried to smother my moaning, but I wasn't that upright at it. The man in social movement of me knew what was happening and had a big smiling on his face. As the waving hit me I leaned forward a bit and my abdomen felt what was probably the man's hard-on. I did desire to reach in between us and squeeze it, but I thought I 'd better not.

The finger's breadth in my cunt knew I'd cum but were still going in and out. They kept going even when the train stopped in the side by side station, and shortly after that I came for a second meter. That time I did manage to stop 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 derriere as the bridge player 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 hinderance and my wearing apparel was still covering my puss, ass and pap - just. So they were either looking at my stage ( some of them hoping my wearing apparel would go just that bit higher ) ; or they had been watching what was going on. I didn't maintenance which.

I stood there on my own as the train went on to the next place. There some noisy early days got on and started fooling around where I was. A couple of them were looking at me. One moved close to me and lifted the front of my attire."Nice cunt ”, he said as another of them took some interest in me. One of them said,"Let's have a look at your tits then."When I didn't move he said,"Okay then, I'll get them out for you."With that he put a hand inside the armholes of my dress and pulled it into the midriff of my chest. Both my little breasts were out. Another of them said,"Bloody hell on earth, look at those nipples."( Well, they were sway hard from the child's play and the fervor ).

Next, another of them lifted the hem of my dress up above my shank and said,"Nice ass and puss 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 optic of the tallest of the youths he said,"I think that's enough fun for this morning gentlemen. The lady's getting a bit fright ; and none of us want any hassle, DO WE ?"

I think it was the surprise that someone had stood up to them that shut them up, they just stood there. The youth who was holding my clothes up round my shank let go of it. It fell back into place.

No one at that end of the carriage said a word. All centre were looking at us. It seemed care hours, but it must have only been a minute before the wagon train stopped at the next post. When the doors opened Jon grabbed my arm, and pulling me out saying,"I think it would be best if you came with me immature lady."I felt the bunched up section of my dress social movement start to move back over my breast. Just round a quoin off the platform, Jon stopped and asked me if I was all compensate. I told him that I was a bit mark, but yes, I was all right.

We got the following train and Jon sat me down side by side to him. A couplet of stations later he told me that that was his station for his meeting. Giving me my handbag out of his briefcase, he told me to stay sat down until the train got back to Embankment ; then to go back to the hotel. He told me that he'd be back sometime late afternoon.

The journeying back wasn't anywhere near as a great deal fun. I opened my legs to a immature woman who sat opposite me and just stared at my pussy when she realised she could see it.

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

Quite close to the hotel ingress is a beefburger queen ; I decided to have a burger. I got it then looked for a tabular array. There were none free downstairs, so I went upstairs. When I got there I saw that there are 2 levels of tables. The floor of the upper stage at the social movement of the restaurant is about at the top of the board at the down level. On the edge of the upper level is a railing with not very wide steel bars. board are right up to the railing on both pep pill and lower level. The end result is that someone sat at a table on the bring down tier has their head at articulatio genus level of somebody sat at a table on the upper level.

It took me only seconds to realise that it was a lucky opportunity for me to wink my pussy at masses on the depressed level.

There wasn't a table at the edge of the upper level free when I first got there, so I went to a relieve table near where I thought mortal would be finishing soon. A few minutes later the couple did finish and I moved in. I looked down and saw that there was a Edward Young span on the mesa below me. Unfortunately I was facing the cleaning 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 knees were wide apart as my bum hit the seat. Pretending to spread out my bag of chips, I glanced down and saw that he was having a good facial expression. His straits was about a pes from my knee and it was easy for him to look over and see all the way up to my pussy.

I sat there slowly eating and not turning my fountainhead his way. He must take in 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 very much notice of what the char was saying, and he was saying dazed thing 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 time of day to finish that Warren Burger, splintering and C. I was surprised that I didn't get thrown out. In that time I flashed one teenage girl, one middle-aged man and youthful female member of staff who came to clean 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 half expecting for the handler to come and throw me out, but no one came.

Eventually I got bored and decided to go for a walk. I went up Regent Street and onto Oxford Street. I went into a few store, but only had some fun in one of them. An Ann summer workshop. For those of you who have never heard of Ann summer, she runs a train of shops and base parties. All selling detail to nominate peoples sex life more interesting.

The ground base character of the shop class wasn't very interest, but downstairs they have lots of dildos, leather corsets, whips and sexy clothes. After feeling the texture of some of the dildos, I saw a French maidservant'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 assistant told me that I could try it on if I liked. At first 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 shop. It has a big curtain for a door. inside, my attire was off in seconds and I stood there naked. I was just working out how to get into the little garb when the pall opened and the man said,"indigence any help ?"I was a bit galvanise, and after a few second gear of looking at each former, I said,"No thank you,"and pulled the curtain closed.

Once I finally got the getup on I looked at myself in the lilliputian mirror. It didn't fit me well. It was obviously made for a woman with big boob. Mine were lost in there and the material just hung off my chest. The skirt voice was good ; I liked the bed of lace that made the disgraceful doll go out at quite an angle. I knew that Jon would like the annulus ; 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 aspect at yourself."I was about to say ‘ no thank you'when I suddenly thought ‘ why not.'

In the main field of the workshop there was the male assistant, a couple of giggling. former teenage girls and a couple in their early twenties. As I walked out the shop assistant 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 get-go and watched me go by. Then the girls. They stopped giggling and stared as I stood in straw man of the mirror and smoothed the material down. As I turned from face to side, to see myself from all Angle, I could see the yoke and girls in the mirror. They were still looking at me.

I decided to flex over a bit to reckon at the bird at the front end. This meant that it rode up my derriere giving them a undecomposed view of my ass. adjacent I turned to face them then looked back over my shoulder joint, into the mirror to see that back of the dress. That showed them my pussy and proved that I wasn't wearing a thong.

The shop help came over and asked what I thought. Grabbing the strawman of the top percentage, I pulled it out and down off my knocker."It's not very good,"I said,"it's been made for individual who's got a lot more up top that I have."“ Ah, yes, I can see that. How about a nursemaid rig ?"

I declined the fling and went and got changed. When I got out, I gave the assistant the Maid's outfit and left. As I walked up the step to the ground base I was followed by the 2 girls. 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 duet of working man in a hole in the road. It was my fault 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 backside got 20 smack for not being there when he got back.

Jon took me to the field and a meal that Nox. I didn't think that much of the play, but the food was safe. Before we went out, Jon told me to carry my towel to the shower room. It was a wasted bare walk as no one saw me.

The bare manner of walking that I took later that night wasn't wasted. The amount of wine 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 machine near the elevation, 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 bag and went out into the corridor. As soon as I turned the first corner I saw this aged distich walking towards me. The manifestation on their faces was gravid, a bit of shock and amazement. The lady's oral cavity finally closed when I got right up to them. I thought she was going to say something so I got my spoke in first."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 lift door opened. Out came 2 middle-aged men who just stopped and stared. They were still there as I walked back towards our way.

I decided to explore a bit and went a dissimilar way. The excitement of being naked in an almost populace place where I could get caught at any instant was getting my pussy tingling again.

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

The level below was deserted when I stepped out of the stairwell. I was about half way to the nip and tuck when a whole group of teenager came out of the door to the raising. There must stimulate been over a dozen of them, all about 15 or 16 and both boys and young woman. ‘ Sod it'I thought, and kept walking. When they saw me they started talking and laughing. They were not speaking English. Some of them stopped and stared as I walked right through the heart of them. I noticed that one of the lady friend had a shock reflection on her grimace, and was holding a deal over her mouth as she stared at me. I felt good.

At the lifts, I decided to go up the storey in the lift rather than use the stairs. The fervor of not knowing who might be in the lift when the room access opened was getting my pussy excited.

It seemed to take age for the aerodynamic lift to fare, and when the doorway opened there was a couple about my age in there. He stared and kept staring with a blank face, but her surprise turned to a big grinning."dare or a bet ?"she said."Dare."I said as I walked in. I stood facing them as the lift went up the flooring. 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 break of the day Jon wanted to catch an early train so it was a quick dah to the throne and shower. I did it with my towel over my arm, and the only person I saw was a girl member of staff delivering some breakfasts. She just stared at me.

Going out of the tube at St. Pancras, Jon told me to get on the moving stairway before him. He then held up the waiting line 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 empty stairs, then a man staring straight up my apparel. When I was facing upwards he must give birth see my ass, and when I turned to depend for Jon he must take seen my kitty-cat. I saw him lap up his lips. 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 niggling stumble to London went. I have former adventures that Jon's told me to document. I'm sure that Jon will get me to release all of them on my web Page as and when he's read them and is happy with them.

Love

genus Vanessa