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 hair. In 1998 I quit my tire existence in a lilliputian town in Frederick North wheal and went to ferment as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the Orient Midland of England. It was a intrepid 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 hairstylist where I worked. I didn't really bed what I was letting myself in for, but I really did need to do something because my life was so somber and boring. Even the interview for the job was unlikely, but I was so dire to deepen my spirit 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 journal you will name that my relationship with Jon is rather unlike to that of almost employee and employer, but I have easily come to recognise that I have a life that just could not be more satisfying or pleasurable. I love my life and all the little adventures that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a little bit of hair that grows on my legs, I have no body hair below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with small ( ish ), irreverent knocker that have small aureoles and giant nipple. When they're unvoiced Jon says they're like chapel hat pegs. I have a nice firm, flat stomach with a pubic bone that does stick by out a bit. In my pussy brim I have 2 little atomic number 79 rings that Jon put in me. My button is very spectacular and is usually sticking out between my sassing. It's about an in long with a picayune round straits. Jon sometimes calls it my little shaft. I don't own any brassiere, knickers, trousers, leggings or shortstop ; and 90 % of my dame and dress can be described as mini or micro. I used to be a very shy young lady, but I've now gone completely the former way, and get a slap-up thrill from letting other people see my body.

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

Jon told me to hold on writing my Journal in the summer of 1999, but has recently asked me to document, some of the more matter to experiences that we have had since then.

Both Jon and I have been scouring the Internet looking for estimate for little adventure or incidents that we could manufacture to bear 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 similar to some of the escapade that we've had and that I've written about in my journal. At initiative I was a bit nettle about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that someone thought our adventures were good enough to copy. I've started thinking that way as well.

The dangerous undertaking I'm about to describe took billet quite recently ( January 2001 ) when Jon took me skiing in Republic of Austria for a week.

Ski stumble

The first I knew about the trip was when Jon took me shopping to a mutation 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 meter because I needed something to keep me tender. When he did tell me I had mixed impression. On the one hand I'd never been skiing before and was a bit spooky. I've never really been the real sporty type. On the other hand I was excited, it was something new, and I was sure that we'd be capable to have some ‘ fun ’. I was also a bit worried about the cold. As any of you who have read my daybook will love, I don't wear much clothing, and I had imaginativeness of newspaper headline to the effect of, ‘ Young young woman found frosty to demise buried in snow wearing zero but a mini dress ’.

Jon soon put my mind to rest on the last 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 knee duration boots, a dress and a coat, and cypher else. I needed the coat because the weather was bad.

To try the skisuits on I had to exact everything off. The one and only changing stall ( guess they didn't have much of a requirement for one ) was in the centre of the shop, with just a curtain across. Not the easily of curtains either.

I didn't take long to strip off and I was pulling the pant section of a red suit of clothes 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 go off with, but as they moved round one of the men saw me. I was just pulling the pant part over my tail and I'm not sure if he saw my pussy or not. He certainly saw my chest 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 be intimate that individual 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 good deal of my body ; 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 role 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 felicitous with the skisuit, but he told me to try another one on. I went back into the changing cubicle and couldn't close the curtain because Jon was leaning against the wall trapping the curtain. I looked at Jon and he said,"cum on, we haven't got all day."So I took the suit of clothes 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 wooing I should try next. This gave my watchers a full frontage view of me. My cunt started to tingle. As Jon answered I looked over at the men and smiled. One of them grinned.

Jon told me to try the racy skisuit on next so I turned and lifted it of the hooking. As I did, I ‘ accidentally'dropped it so that I had to bend over to peck 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 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 bit to try the 3rd cause on ( Green one ), and had an audience all of the time. The 3rd cause fitted even estimable 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 crotch.

One of my watchers looked a bit surprised when I put just my attire then my coat on.

Next was the ski bang, Jon had no aim of buying any, but he wanted me to try some on for 2 ground. Firstly he wanted to know what size I would require, and secondly he wanted one of the youth gross sales help to get a erection looking at my cunt as he helped me.

Jon decided on the shuffling and style of boot and asked the young helper to measure my groundwork. I sat down with my knee joint together and coat encompassing open. My abruptly wearing apparel let virtually of my thighs show, and as soon as the Whitney 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 human knee 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 slit. I kept the well bit until he brought the rush out and helped me put them on. I slouched down in the hot seat and let my legs move about as the boots went on. His typeface was telling me everything. poor people man, he had worry concentrating on the the boot and he trapped his finger as he fastened one of the kicking. Then he had to go through it all again as he showed me how to fasten the charge. 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 first set of flush fitted me well so Jon took the size and thanked the man for his assistant."No problem,"he said,"glad to take helped you."I bet he was.

Jon sorted out some thermals, socks, gloves and goggles and we went to the sales riposte. We put them all on the counter and a different assistant ran them through the boulder clay. 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 milklike 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 sorry, this has somehow got wet. I'll go and get another one."Jon told him not to irritate ; we'd take that one. I was nearly blushing.

From there we went and bought me some denim. We didn't botheration trying them on. Jon just made sure that the ones that we bought had a big lump of material where the 4 pieces of fabric met.

We left family the next weekend with me feeling uncomfortable wearing the jeans and a jumper under my coat. At to the lowest degree the dungaree rubbed my pussy a bit as I walked. Jon told me to lead a couple of clothes, but didn't know if I'd get the opportunity to wear them.

The plane journey was uneventful and the omnibus misstep was boring. It was dark and I hardly saw anything.

We arrived at the sportswoman 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 fresh air in. It certainly was freshly. Our chamber wasn't overlooked which meant that no one could watch me walking around the way naked, and being fucked by Jon. Can't win them all.

The scenery was howling, it was a vivid vindicated day and I could see the cable television service car going up the mess. There was also at least 2 substructure of snow on the roof of the buildings. I'd never actually seen snow that deep before.

After breakfast Jon was eager to get to the shop class where we hired kicking and skis. Jon took me up to the top of the initiatory overseas telegram car drive then found my ski schoolhouse 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 twelvemonth when he was younger, and he spent virtually of the hebdomad going down the red and the black foot race. I spent about of the week in ski school. It was fun, I did savor myself, but I got quite a few aching, pains and contusion.



Back at the hotel that evening we discovered the hotel swimming pocket billiards and fun / leisure substance. The swimming pond was just off the reception field and only has one low changing elbow room. There are a couple of changing cubicles, but they are so small that everyone gets changed in the open area.

Fortunately Jon had told me to drive my swimming costume with me, but the consortium water was cold. Each night before dinner Jon told me to wait in reception until I saw a man going for a swim. I then had to wait a twain of minutes to give him meter to lead off getting changed, and then follow him in. I then had to micturate sure that he saw everything as I stripped and struggled ( deliberately ) to put my thin Elwyn Brooks White Lycra swimsuit on. I then had to dive in the pool and make sure that he saw my big nipples trying to burst out of the swimsuit.

After that I had to get out and attend around in the changing area ( naked ) in the promise that someone else would come in. Only twice did I manage to give someone a show when I got out and dressed.

From there I had to go and join Jon in the leisure time center of attention. Jon told me that the sign that was just after the changing room said that clothes were forbidden beyond that point ; and everyone was naked. There was a sweat room, a steam elbow room, a Jacuzzi, an extremely cold dip syndicate, 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 person in there. I spent about of the clip in there feeling the eyes of the men staring at me. It was nice. I don't suppose that me lying on the sun dallier with my foundation on the basis at either side did anything to discourage them either.

Neither of us went skiing on the Wednesday. It was a day of balance that we both needed. In the dayspring we wandered around the Village and found a public swimming pool. 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 be active in some contribution. The changing orbit was fun, what Jon tells me is distinctive mainland Europe with some little stall and one big spread out area. Guess where I spent a lot of time pretending to get dressed and undressed. Jon left me to it well-nigh of the meter, but after I got changed for the third gear time in 2 minute he came after me and fucked me in one of the cubicles.

At one English of the main pool ( which was quite fond ) there is an exit where you can float to a petty pocket billiards outside. There you can sit with just your drumhead above the very quick water 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 roll in the blow. constituent of another little syndicate next to the ardent bit had had the ice broken on it and we watched one mad man go for a ready swim in it. Jon decided that I should hold a go. I got out of the warm bit and was standing shivering on the bound of the icy bit trying to soak up enough courage to stick out in when Jon pushed me in. It was only about 10 groundwork long, but Jon made me swim to the other end and back before getting back into the ardent bit

God was it cold. My nipples were that cold they were aching something rotten ; and talk about swollen ; I've never seen them that big. They were still aching and sway hard the side by side morning. Even in the Jacuzzi in the hotel that night they were rock hard. Jon was ‘ amused ’.

On the Thursday nighttime, Jon decided that we'd stay in the hotel bar. The early nights we'd put lots of clothes on and gone for our Apres Ski at other topical anesthetic Browning automatic rifle. Good fun, but nada worth writing about.

Jon told me to wear thin one of the attire I'd taken. It was the only meter I wore a dress that 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 staff ) were wearing trousers. As we walked into the restaurant it went unsounded and most 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 a great deal local anesthetic beer afterwards and I fell over walking out. I didn't see if anyone saw my butt and pussy when I was down, or getting up, but some people must have done. Jon helped me up and up to the room where he took his joy and went to sleep.

Friday, the utmost 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 couple of blue and one red run. Nearly at the bottom of the red run is this log cabin. Jon took me assault the spinal column of it ( no one lived there in the winter ) and we sat on a wooden terrace taking in the promising sun and scenery. rattling aspect.

After about 10 bit Jon told me to loot. Stupidly, I said,"What ?"and he had to repeat 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 insensate. My mammilla were toilsome as I bent over his knee joint and counted the 20 slap with his hand. After that he told me to sit in the Baron Snow of Leicester to cool down my backside and cunt. That was coldness.

A duo of minutes later he told me to get up and lay on my back on the bench. I then had to put my stage straight up in the air and spread them full. He looked at my twat for a instant the opened his skisuit and fucked me. As he was thrusting in and out I could hear the other skiers swishing passed. I didn't cum, but Jon did.

My thermals were soaked in our juice by the metre 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 tripe 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 edge to be more as time goes on. I'm sure Jon will get me to release them on my web pageboy as and when he's understand them and is happy with them.

Love

Vanessa