Introduction

Hi, my public figure is Vanessa. I was born in Dec 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound soma with blondish haircloth. In 1998 I quit my boring beingness in a fiddling Ithiel Town in North wheal and went to work as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the due east Midland of England. It was a hardy decision to spend a penny as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advert in a BDSM magazine that soul had left in the hairdressers where I worked. I didn't really have sex what I was letting myself in for, but I really did need to do something because my life story was so grim and boring. Even the interview for the job was unlikely, 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 daybook of my new life, and he has since created a web situation that it is published on.

If you care to read my Journal you will discover that my relationship with Jon is rather different to that of most employee and employer, but I have easily come to agnize that I have a life that just could not be more satisfying or pleasurable. I love my life and all the niggling adventures that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a piddling bit of hair that grows on my peg, I have no body whisker below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with small ( ish ), pert breast that have small aureoles and giant star nipples. When they're hard Jon says they're like chapel service hat pegs. I have a gracious firm, unconditional abdomen with a pubic bone that does gravel out a bit. In my pussy lips I have 2 petty gold doughnut that Jon put in me. My clit is very spectacular and is usually sticking out between my brim. It's about an inch long with a lilliputian round fountainhead. Jon sometimes calls it my piddling peter. I don't own any bras, bloomers, pant, leggings or shorts ; and 90 % of my doll and dresses can be described as mini or micro. I used to be a very shy young lady, but I've now gone completely the other way, and get a great flush from letting other citizenry 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 turn back writing my Journal in the summer of 1999, but has recently asked me to document, some of the more interest experiences that we have had since then.

Both Jon and I have been scouring the Internet looking for estimate for minuscule adventure or incidents that we could manufacture to get some fun. We've found one or two stories that appear to be slightly rewritten copies of some of the text in my diary, and one or two that are very exchangeable 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 annoyed about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that soul thought our adventures were skillful enough to copy. I've started thinking that way as well.

The dangerous undertaking I'm about to key out took blank space quite recently ( January 2001 ) when Jon took me skiing in Oesterreich for a week.

Ski Trip

The firstly I knew about the trip-up was when Jon took me shopping to a athletics workshop. 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 clock time because I needed something to keep me warm. When he did tell me I had combine feelings. On the one bridge player I'd never been skiing before and was a bit neural. I've never really been the rattling sporty type. On the other hand I was excited, it was something new, and I was sure that we'd be able to have some ‘ fun ’. I was also a bit vex about the low temperature. As any of you who have read my Journal will know, I don't wear much clothing, and I had visual modality of newspaper newspaper headline to the burden of, ‘ youth daughter found immobilize to death buried in snow wearing goose egg but a mini frock ’.

Jon soon put my psyche to rest on the last bit when he started looking at skisuits and thermal underclothing for me. He picked 3 skisuits and told me to try them on. I'd gone out wearing knee length boots, a apparel and a coat, and nix else. I needed the coat because the weather was bad.

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

I didn't take long to uncase off and I was pulling the trouser theatrical role of a red case on when Jon opened the drapery to see how I was getting on. I looked up, and not only could I see Jon, I could see a duad 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 trouser part over my rear and I'm not sure enough if he saw my pussy or not. He certainly saw my breast 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 mortal 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 torso ; and it was affectionate in there as well. Jon told me to go and have a look at myself in a mirror so I went out into the briny 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 happy with the skisuit, but he told me to try another one on. I went back into the changing kiosk 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 early man. When it was off I turned to ask Jon which suit I should try next. This gave my watchers a broad head-on view of me. My cunt started to prickle. As Jon answered I looked over at the men and smiled. One of them grinned.

Jon told me to try the racy skisuit on future so I turned and lifted it of the hook. As I did, I ‘ accidentally'dropped it so that I had to bow 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 slit was getting wet.

After I picked the courtship up I turned to Jon and put it on. My heart 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 routine to try the 3rd suit of clothes on ( green one ), and had an hearing all of the time. The 3rd suit fitted even beneficial 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 cunt had leaked juices onto the crotch.

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

Next was the ski iron heel, 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 gross revenue helper to get a hard-on looking at my pussy as he helped me.

Jon decided on the make and elan of boot and asked the young assistant to mensurate my pes. I sat down with my knees together and surface wide subject. My little dress let most of my thigh show, and as soon as the young man got down on his knees I knew that he'd seen my bald pubes. His boldness went red. As the man fumbled with the measurer I let my articulatio genus portion a few inches. All the time the man kept looking up my skirt and by then he'd be able to see the top of my slit. I kept the trump bit until he brought the kick out and helped me put them on. I slouched down in the chair and let my leg move about as the rush went on. His face was telling me everything. Poor man, he had difficulty 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 boots. It wasn't complicated ; it's just that I wanted him to keep on looking at me.

My squashy puss was really tingling. I was enjoying it as much as he was.

Amazingly, and unfortunately, the start set of boots fitted me well so Jon took the size and thanked the man for his assistant."No problem,"he said,"well-chosen to hold helped you."I bet he was.

Jon sorted out some thermals, wind sleeve, gloves and goggles and we went to the cut-rate sale counter. 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 privates he saw that it was all wet. He looked inside and saw some of my whitish juice 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 regretful, 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 infliction trying them on. Jon just made sure that the ones that we bought had a big lump of material where the 4 while of material met.

We left household the side by side weekend with me feeling uncomfortable wearing the dungaree and a jumper under my pelage. At least the dungaree rubbed my pussy a bit as I walked. Jon told me to choose a twain of frock, but didn't know if I'd get the chance to wear them.

The plane journey was uneventful and the omnibus trip was boring. It was glowering and I hardly saw anything.

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

Next morning Jon was up early and he opened the sleeping room window to let some fresh air in. It certainly was impudent. Our chamber 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 scenery was fantastic, it was a bright clean-cut day and I could see the cable length 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 bore to get to the workshop where we hired boots and skis. Jon took me up to the top of the first cable car ride then found my ski shoal mathematical 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 untried, and he spent most of the hebdomad going down the red and the blackness ladder. I spent virtually of the workweek in ski school. It was fun, I did enjoy myself, but I got quite a few aching, pains and bruises.



Back at the hotel that evening we discovered the hotel swimming pool and fun / leisure time nub. The swimming pond was just off the reception field and only has one small changing room. There are a brace of changing cell, but they are so small that everyone gets changed in the afford area.

Fortunately Jon had told me to take my swimsuit with me, but the pocket billiards weewee was cold. Each night before dinner Jon told me to hold back in receipt until I saw a man going for a swim. I then had to expect a yoke of minutes to generate him time to start getting changed, and then take after him in. I then had to get to sure that he saw everything as I stripped and struggled ( deliberately ) to put my thin ovalbumin Lycra swimsuit on. I then had to dive in the syndicate and attain for certain that he saw my big pap trying to break open out of the swimming costume.

After that I had to get out and flow around in the changing arena ( naked ) in the hope that soul else would come in. Only twice did I manage to give individual a show when I got out and dressed.

From there I had to go and connect Jon in the leisure time centre. Jon told me that the signal that was just after the changing rooms said that clothes were verboten beyond that point ; and everyone was naked. There was a sweat room, a steam way, a Jacuzzi, an extremely coldness plunge puddle, a couple of relaxation areas and a massage room.

We went into the leisure time centre every night and for quite a bit of that time I was the simply female in there. I spent nigh of the prison term in there feeling the eyes of the men staring at me. It was nice. I don't suppose that me lying on the sun reclining chair with my groundwork on the priming coat at either side did anything to discourage them either.

Neither of us went skiing on the Wednesday. It was a day of relief that we both needed. In the dawn we wandered around the small town and found a public swimming syndicate. We went back to the hotel for our costumes and spent the afternoon there.

I was amazed by the number of hoi polloi there, you could hardly go in some portion. The changing area was fun, what Jon tells me is typical mainland European Economic Community with some piffling cubicles and one big open arena. Guess where I spent a lot of meter pretending to get dressed and undressed. Jon left me to it near of the metre, but after I got changed for the third time in 2 hours he came after me and fucked me in one of the cubicles.

At one side of the main pool ( which was quite warm up ) there is an way out where you can float to a little kitty outside. There you can sit with just your mind above the very warm urine with steam rising around you. There's a bigger pool that was frozen over and had thick snow on it. We watched 3 people get out and ringlet in the snow. voice of another short kitty 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 warm bit and was standing shivering on the edge of the icy bit trying to pluck up enough courage to leap in when Jon pushed me in. It was only about 10 understructure longsighted, but Jon made me swim to the other end and back before getting back into the warm bit

God was it cold. My nipples were that cold they were aching something rotten ; and tattle about swollen ; I've never seen them that big. They were still aching and rock hard the following 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 stay in the hotel bar. The other night we'd put muckle of dress on and gone for our Apres Ski at other topical anaesthetic bars. Good fun, but aught worth writing about.

Jon told me to wear upon one of the dresses I'd taken. It was the only metre I wore a clothes that hebdomad, and I was the merely charwoman 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 most of the citizenry looked to see why.

The talking soon started again and we had a overnice meal. I think I had a bit too much topical anesthetic 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 have done. Jon helped me up and up to the elbow room where he took his pleasure and went to sleep.

Friday, the last day, was a bit different. Jon asked me where we stopped for luncheon and he met me there. I spent the afternoon going down a duet of blue and one red run. Nearly at the behind of the red run is this log cabin. Jon took me polish the rachis of it ( no one lived there in the winters ) and we sat on a wooden bench taking in the burnished sun and scenery. terrific views.

After about 10 minutes Jon told me to leach. Stupidly, I said,"What ?"and he had to iterate himself. I just knew what was going to find 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 inhuman. My nipples were heavy as I bent over his genu and counted the 20 slap with his hand. After that he told me to sit in the C to cool my seat and pussy. That was cold.

A dyad of minutes later he told me to get up and lay on my back on the workbench. I then had to put my wooden leg straight up in the air and open them spacious. He looked at my pussy for a minute the opened his skisuit and fucked me. As he was thrusting in and out I could get word the other skiers swishing passed. I didn't cum, but Jon did.

My thermals were soaked in our succus 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 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 other experiences that Jon has told me to document, and there's bound to be more as meter goes on. I'm for certain Jon will get me to issue them on my web pages as and when he's read them and is well-chosen with them.

Love

Vanessa