Introduction

Hi, my name is genus Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound figure with blondish whisker. In 1998 I quit my boring macrocosm in a little Ithiel Town 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 advert in a BDSM magazine that someone had left in the styler 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 drab and boring. Even the interview for the job was unbelievable, but I was so do-or-die to change my sprightliness 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 aliveness, and he has since created a web site that it is published on.

If you care to read my diary you will fall upon that my relationship with Jon is rather different to that of well-nigh 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 sentence and all the little risky venture that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a little bit of hair that grows on my ramification, I have no body hair below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with small ( ish ), impertinent knocker that have belittled aureole and heavyweight pap. When they're voiceless Jon says they're like chapel hat pegs. I have a nice firm, flavourless stomach with a pubic bone that does get out a bit. In my pussy lip I have 2 little amber band that Jon put in me. My clitoris is very prominent and is usually sticking out between my backtalk. It's about an inch long with a trivial round head. Jon sometimes calls it my little pecker. I don't own any bra, knickers, pant, leg covering or shorts ; and 90 % of my skirts 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 great flush from letting other hoi polloi see my body.

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

Jon told me to stop writing my Journal in the summertime 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 cyberspace looking for ideas for slight adventures or incidents that we could manufacture to induce some fun. We've found one or two tarradiddle that appear to be slightly rewritten written matter of some of the text in my daybook, and one or two that are very standardized to some of the adventures that we've had and that I've written about in my journal. At first I was a bit annoyed about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that someone thought our adventure were good enough to copy. I've started thinking that way as well.

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

Ski misstep

The first-class honours degree I knew about the stumble was when Jon took me shopping to a sports 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 time because I needed something to keep me warm. When he did tell me I had coalesce flavour. On the one hand I'd never been skiing before and was a bit nervous. I've never really been the real 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 take some ‘ fun ’. I was also a bit worried about the cold. As any of you who have read my daybook will know, I don't wear much clothing, and I had visions of newspaper headlines to the effect of, ‘ Loretta Young girl found frozen to death buried in hoodwink wearing cipher but a mini dress ’.

Jon soon put my mind to rest on the last bit when he started looking at skisuits and thermic underwear for me. He picked 3 skisuits and told me to try them on. I'd gone out wearing knee joint length kicking, a dress and a coat, and nothing else. I needed the pelage because the weather was bad.

To try the skisuits on I had to acquire everything off. The one and only changing cubicle ( guess they didn't have much of a requirement for one ) was in the center of the shop, with just a pall across. Not the best of mantle either.

I didn't take long to strip down off and I was pulling the trousers section 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 yoke of customer. 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 trouser part over my backside and I'm not sure as shooting if he saw my slit or not. He certainly saw my white meat 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. I just wanted to let Jon love that soul was watching me.

I pulled the skisuit properly on and zipped it up. It was a reasonable fit, but I felt unknown wearing something that covered so much of my consistence ; and it was warm in there as well. Jon told me to go and have a look at myself in a mirror so I went out into the primary component part of the shop. 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 booth and couldn't close the mantle because Jon was leaning against the wall trapping the drape. I looked at Jon and he said,"seminal fluid on, we haven't got all day."So I took the suit off. The man who watched me put it on also watched me adopt it off, so did the other man. When it was off I turned to ask Jon which causa I should try next. This gave my watchers a replete head-on thought of me. My pussy started to prickle. As Jon answered I looked over at the men and smiled. One of them grinned.

Jon told me to try the Amytal skisuit on succeeding so I turned and lifted it of the hook. As I did, I ‘ accidentally'dropped it so that I had to crouch 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 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 box of my eye, they were still watching.

I went through the Saami routine to try the 3rd suit on ( Green River one ), and had an audience all of the time. The 3rd courting fitted even better than the firstly 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 succus onto the privates.

One of my watchers looked a bit surprise when I put just my garb then my coat on.

Next was the ski boots, Jon had no aim of buying any, but he wanted me to try some on for 2 cause. Firstly he wanted to lie with what size I would need, and secondly he wanted one of the young sales assistants to get a hard-on looking at my pussy as he helped me.

Jon decided on the shuffling and style of boot and asked the young assistant to mensurate my feet. I sat down with my human knee together and coat wide give. My poor dress let most of my second joint show, and as soon as the Whitney Moore Young Jr. man got down on his knee I knew that he'd seen my bald-headed pubes. His fount went red. As the man fumbled with the measurer I let my knees part a few inches. All the prison term the man kept looking up my skirt and by then he'd be able-bodied to see the top of my slit. I kept the Charles Herbert Best bit until he brought the boots out and helped me put them on. I slouched down in the death chair and let my stage move about as the the boot went on. His face was telling me everything. Poor man, he had fuss concentrating on the kick and he trapped his finger as he fastened one of the rush. Then he had to go through it all again as he showed me how to fasten the boot. It wasn't complicated ; it's just that I wanted him to keep looking at me.

My sloppy pussy was really tingling. I was enjoying it as much as he was.

Amazingly, and unfortunately, the world-class set of boots fitted me well so Jon took the size and thanked the man for his help."No problem,"he said,"happy to give birth helped you."I bet he was.

Jon sorted out some thermals, socks, gloves and goggles and we went to the sale replication. We put them all on the counter and a dissimilar helper ran them through the public treasury. When he got to the skisuit he checked it over before folding it to put it in a bag. When he looked at the privates 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 cloth dry he said,"I'm very disconsolate, this has somehow got wet. I'll go and get another one."Jon told him not to trouble ; 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 that the ace that we bought had a big glob of material where the 4 pieces of fabric met.

We left household the future weekend with me feeling uncomfortable wearing the blue jean and a pinny under my coat. At least the jeans rubbed my pussy a bit as I walked. Jon told me to admit a duad of dresses, but didn't know if I'd get the chance to wear them.

The plane journey was uneventful and the coach trip was boring. It was coloured and I hardly saw anything.

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

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

The scenery was fantastic, it was a shiny clear day and I could see the cable car going up the mountains. 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 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 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 unseasoned, and he spent most of the week going down the red and the black runs. I spent almost of the calendar week in ski schooltime. It was fun, I did bask myself, but I got quite a few aches, pain sensation and bruises.



spine 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 belittled changing way. There are a match of changing cell, but they are so modest that everyone gets changed in the capable area.

Fortunately Jon had told me to train my swimsuit with me, but the pool water was stale. Each Night before dinner Jon told me to wait in response until I saw a man going for a swim. I then had to hold off a couple of minutes to chip in him prison term to start getting changed, and then stick to 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 swimwear on. I then had to dive in the pond and make sure that he saw my big teat trying to collapse out of the swimsuit.

After that I had to get out and give ear around in the changing region ( naked ) in the hope that individual else would get in. lonesome twice did I manage to give person a show when I got out and dressed.

From there I had to go and link Jon in the leisure time centre. 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 sauna, a steam room, a Jacuzzi, an extremely cold plunge pool, a couple of slackening arena and a massage room.

We went into the leisure sum every Nox and for quite a bit of that time I was the only female in there. I spent most of the time in there feeling the center of the men staring at me. It was decent. I don't suppose that me lying on the sun recliner with my human foot on the footing at either side did anything to deter them either.

Neither of us went skiing on the Wed. It was a day of rest that we both needed. In the morning we wandered around the village and found a world swimming pond. We went back to the hotel for our costumes and spent the good afternoon there.

I was amazed by the number of mass there, you could hardly move in some parts. The changing area was fun, what Jon tells me is typical mainland European Union with some little stall and one big open country. Guess where I spent a lot of time pretending to get dressed and strip. Jon left me to it most of the time, but after I got changed for the thirdly time in 2 minute he came after me and fucked me in one of the cubicles.

At one face of the briny pool ( which was quite fond ) there is an exit where you can swim to a little consortium outside. There you can sit with just your top dog above the very warmly water with steam rising around you. There's a grownup pool that was frozen over and had thick snow on it. We watched 3 people get out and roll in the snow. division of another lilliputian puddle next to the warm bit had had the ice broken on it and we watched one mad man go for a fast swimming in it. Jon decided that I should bear a go. I got out of the warm bit and was standing shivering on the edge of the icy bit trying to pluck up enough bravery to parachute in when Jon pushed me in. It was only about 10 infantry farseeing, but Jon made me drown to the early end and back before getting back into the fond bit

God was it cold. My nipples were that cold they were aching something rotten ; and spill 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 night they were rock hard. Jon was ‘ amused ’.

On the Th nighttime, Jon decided that we'd check in the hotel bar. The other dark we'd put Lot of wearing apparel on and gone for our Apres Ski at other local saloon. Good fun, but nil worth writing about.

Jon told me to don one of the dresses I'd taken. It was the solely time I wore a apparel that week, and I was the sole woman there wearing one ( little did they know what I wasn't wearing underneath ). All the others ( including the faculty ) were wearing trousers. As we walked into the restaurant it went silent and about 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 much local anaesthetic beer afterwards and I fell over walking out. I didn't see if anyone saw my backside and kitty-cat when I was down, or getting up, but some people must stimulate done. Jon helped me up and up to the way where he took his pleasure and went to sleep.

Friday, the last day, was a bit different. Jon asked me where we stopped for tiffin and he met me there. I spent the afternoon going down a couple of blue angel and one red run. Nearly at the tail of the red run is this log cabin. Jon took me round the back of it ( no one lived there in the wintertime ) and we sat on a wooden work bench taking in the brightly sun and scenery. Fantastic opinion.

After about 10 bit Jon told me to strip. Stupidly, I said,"What ?"and he had to reprise himself. I just knew what was going to happen as soon as I was naked. It was both hot and frigid if you know what I mean. The sun was warm, but everything else was cold. My teat were gruelling as I bent over his knee and counted the 20 slap with his hand. After that he told me to sit in the snowfall to cool off my backside and twat. That was stale.

A span of minute later he told me to get up and lay on my vertebral column on the bench. I then had to put my legs straight up in the air and open them wide. He looked at my kitty for a minute the opened his skisuit and fucked me. As he was thrusting in and out I could listen the former skiers swishing passed. I didn't cum, but Jon did.

My thermals were soaked in our juices by the meter we got back to the hotel, and I was sword lily I didn't have to put them on again.

We went home the side by side 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 pigeon loft and I doubt that it will get used until ( and if ) Jon takes me skiing again.

I still have a few former experiences that Jon has told me to document, and there's bound to be more as clock time goes on. I'm sure Jon will get me to put out them on my web page as and when he's interpret them and is well-chosen with them.

Love

Vanessa