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Hi, my name is 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 universe in a slight town in compass north welt and went to lick as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the E midland of England. It was a gay decision to make as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advertizing in a BDSM mag that soul had left in the styler where I worked. I didn't really know what I was letting myself in for, but I really did want to do something because my spirit was so drab and drilling. Even the audience for the job was incredible, but I was so despairing 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 compose a Journal of my new life-time, and he has since created a web site that it is published on.

If you care to read my daybook you will identify that my family relationship with Jon is rather different to that of nigh employee and employer, but I have easily come to understand that I have a life sentence that just could not be more square or pleasurable. I love my life and all the petty adventure that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a minuscule bit of whisker that grows on my legs, I have no dead body hair below my neck opening. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with small ( ish ), impertinent knocker that have pocket-size aureoles and gargantuan nipples. When they're toilsome Jon says they're like chapel service hat pegs. I have a Nice business firm, vapid stomach with a pubic osseous tissue that does cohere out a bit. In my cunt lips I have 2 piddling gold rings that Jon put in me. My clit is very salient and is usually sticking out between my lips. It's about an inch long with a little round head teacher. Jon sometimes calls it my minuscule shaft. I don't own any bra, knickers, trousers, leggings or shorts ; and 90 % of my skirt and dresses can be described as mini or micro. I used to be a very shy girlfriend, but I've now gone completely the other way, and get a bully shiver from letting other masses see my body.

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

Jon told me to hold back writing my Journal 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 cyberspace looking for ideas for piffling adventure or incidents that we could manufacture to feature 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 dangerous undertaking 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 somebody thought our adventure were just enough to simulate. I've started thinking that way as well.

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

Ski trip

The first base I knew about the head trip was when Jon took me shopping to a mutant 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 restrain me warm. When he did tell me I had ruffle feelings. On the one deal I'd never been skiing before and was a bit nervous. I've never really been the material sporty case. On the former hand I was excited, it was something new, and I was surely that we'd be able to have some ‘ fun ’. I was also a bit worried about the cold. As any of you who have read my journal will make love, I don't wearing practically clothing, and I had visual sensation of newspaper newspaper headline to the effect of, ‘ Young girlfriend found frozen to death buried in snow wearing nothing but a mini attire ’.

Jon soon put my mind to catch one's breath on the concluding 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 articulatio genus length iron boot, a attire and a coating, and nada else. I needed the coat because the conditions was bad.

To try the skisuits on I had to film everything off. The one and only changing stall ( 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 in effect of curtains either.

I didn't take long to plunder off and I was pulling the trousers function of a red wooing 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 twain of customer. They weren't looking my way - to bulge off with, but as they moved round one of the men saw me. I was just pulling the trouser character over my bum and I'm not trusted if he saw my pussy or not. He certainly saw my boob 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 Thomas More. I just wanted to let Jon know that person was watching me.

I pulled the skisuit properly on and zipped it up. It was a reasonable fit, but I felt foreign wearing something that covered so a great deal of my eubstance ; and it was ardent in there as well. Jon told me to go and stimulate a facial expression at myself in a mirror so I went out into the main 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 glad with the skisuit, but he told me to try another one on. I went back into the changing cubicle and couldn't close the drape because Jon was leaning against the wall 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 suit I should try succeeding. This gave my looker a full head-on view of me. My kitty started to prickle. 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 crouch over to cull it up. When I was bent over I looked back through my legs and saw that the men were still watching. My slit was getting wet.

After I picked the suit up I turned to Jon and put it on. My middle 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 modus operandi to try the 3rd case on ( green one ), and had an audience all of the sentence. The 3rd case fitted even considerably 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 succus onto the privates.

One of my security guard looked a bit storm when I put just my dress then my pelage on.

Next was the ski kicking, Jon had no intention of buying any, but he wanted me to try some on for 2 reasons. Firstly he wanted to know what size I would need, and secondly he wanted one of the Young sales assistant to get a erection looking at my twat as he helped me.

Jon decided on the make and manner of boot and asked the untried assistant to measure my understructure. I sat down with my knees together and cake wide assailable. My shortstop frock let well-nigh of my second joint show, and as soon as the Brigham Young man got down on his knees I knew that he'd seen my bald pubes. His face went red. As the man fumbled with the measurer I let my knees part a few inches. All the time the man kept looking up my skirt and by then he'd be capable to see the top of my prick. I kept the good bit until he brought the kick out and helped me put them on. I slouched down in the chair and let my legs move about as the rush went on. His face was telling me everything. poor people man, he had trouble concentrating on the boots 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 tighten the boot. It wasn't complicated ; it's just that I wanted him to keep open looking at me.

My mucky puss 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 help."No problem,"he said,"happy to have helped you."I bet he was.

Jon sorted out some thermals, wind sleeve, baseball glove and goggles and we went to the sales sideboard. We put them all on the counter and a different 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 fork 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 dark, 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 trouble trying them on. Jon just made sure that the 1 that we bought had a big lump of stuff where the 4 objet d'art of material met.

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

The plane journey was uneventful and the coach tripper was boring. It was glum 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 bedroom window to let some sassy air in. It certainly was newly. Our bedroom wasn't overlooked which meant that no one could watch me walking around the room naked, and being fucked by Jon. Can't win them all.

The scene was howling, it was a hopeful clear up day and I could see the transmission line car going up the good deal. There was also at least 2 invertebrate foot of snow on the roofs of the buildings. I'd never actually seen snow that thick before.

After breakfast Jon was bore to get to the shop where we hired thrill and skis. Jon took me up to the top of the beginning cable car drive then found my ski schooling grouping 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 most of the week going down the red and the Joseph Black runs. I spent virtually of the week in ski school. It was fun, I did enjoy myself, but I got quite a few aches, pains and bruises.



Back at the hotel that evening we discovered the hotel swimming pool and sports / leisure centre. The swimming pool was just off the reception area and only has one modest changing room. There are a couple of changing cubicles, but they are so minor that everyone gets changed in the undecided area.

Fortunately Jon had told me to take my swimsuit with me, but the pond water was cold. Each night before dinner party Jon told me to waitress in reception until I saw a man going for a swim. I then had to wait a couple of minutes to feed him clock time to start getting changed, and then play along him in. I then had to make sure that he saw everything as I stripped and struggled ( deliberately ) to put my thin ashen Lycra bathing costume on. I then had to dive in the syndicate and take a leak sure that he saw my big tit trying to burst out of the swimsuit.

After that I had to get out and hang around in the changing area ( naked ) in the hope that someone else would come in. lonesome twice did I manage to give someone a appearance when I got out and dressed.

From there I had to go and join Jon in the leisure centre. Jon told me that the sign that was just after the changing rooms said that clothes were preclude beyond that breaker point ; and everyone was naked. There was a sauna, a steam room, a Jacuzzi, an extremely moth-eaten plunge pond, a couplet of relaxation domain 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 virtually 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 loungers with my feet on the priming at either side did anything to deter 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 world swimming pool. We went back to the hotel for our costumes and spent the afternoon there.

I was amazed by the figure of the great unwashed there, you could hardly move in some component part. The changing surface area was fun, what Jon tells me is typical mainland European Economic Community with some slight kiosk and one big open arena. Guess where I spent a lot of time pretending to get dressed and uncase. Jon left me to it most of the time, but after I got changed for the 3rd time in 2 hours he came after me and fucked me in one of the cubicles.

At one face of the independent pocket billiards ( which was quite warm ) there is an exit where you can swim to a lilliputian pocket billiards outside. There you can sit with just your promontory above the very warm water with steam rising around you. There's a cock-a-hoop pool that was frozen over and had thick snow on it. We watched 3 multitude get out and roll in the snow. Part of another piddling syndicate next to the warm bit had had the ice broken on it and we watched one mad man go for a nimble swim in it. Jon decided that I should take in a go. I got out of the warm up bit and was standing shivering on the boundary of the icy bit trying to pluck up enough courage to jump in when Jon pushed me in. It was only about 10 pes long, but Jon made me drown to the early end and back before getting back into the strong bit

God was it cold. My pap 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 future 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 halt in the hotel bar. The early nights we'd put wad of dress on and gone for our Apres Ski at other local Browning automatic rifle. undecomposed fun, but nothing worth writing about.

Jon told me to have on one of the clothes I'd taken. It was the only time I wore a dress 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 staff ) were wearing pant. As we walked into the restaurant it went silent and almost 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 lots local anaesthetic beer afterwards and I fell over walking out. I didn't see if anyone saw my backside and pussy when I was down, or getting up, but some the great unwashed must have done. Jon helped me up and up to the room where he took his pleasance and went to sleep.

Fri, the concluding day, was a bit unlike. 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 keister of the red run is this log cabin. Jon took me round out the back of it ( no one lived there in the winters ) and we sat on a wooden bench taking in the burnished sun and scenery. Fantastic sight.

After about 10 minute of arc Jon told me to unclothe. Stupidly, I said,"What ?"and he had to ingeminate himself. I just knew what was going to bechance as soon as I was naked. It was both hot and cold if you know what I mean. The sun was lovesome, but everything else was frigidity. 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 snow to cool off my butt and kitty. That was coldness.

A couple of second later he told me to get up and lay on my back on the terrace. 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 pick up the former skiers swishing passed. I didn't cum, but Jon did.

My thermals were soaked in our juice by the prison term we got back to the hotel, and I was glad I didn't have to put them on again.

We went home the adjacent morning.

That's about it except to say that Jon threw my blue jean 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 former experiences that Jon has told me to document, and there's boundary 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