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Hi, my name is Vanessa. I was born in Dec 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound chassis with blondish hair. In 1998 I quit my wearisome existence in a small township in North Wales and went to mould as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East Midland of England. It was a brave determination to make as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advertizing in a BDSM clip that someone had left in the hairdressers where I worked. I didn't really do it 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 dire to alter 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 Journal of my new life, and he has since created a web site that it is published on.

If you care to read my diary you will detect that my family relationship with Jon is rather different to that of well-nigh employee and employer, but I have easily come to pull in that I have a life that just could not be more fill or pleasurable. I love my liveliness and all the niggling adventures that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a little bit of hair that grows on my legs, I have no body fuzz below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with small-scale ( ish ), pert bosom that have minuscule halo and giant mammilla. When they're hard Jon says they're like chapel service hat peg. I have a courteous firm, flat venter with a pubic bone that does stick out a bit. In my snatch lips I have 2 small gold tintinnabulation that Jon put in me. My clit is very striking and is usually sticking out between my brim. It's about an inch long with a little round of golf fountainhead. Jon sometimes calls it my piffling dick. I don't own any bras, knickers, pant, legging or shorts ; and 90 % of my skirts and attire can be described as mini or micro. I used to be a very shy girl, but I've now gone completely the other way, and get a great thrill from letting early mass see my body.

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

Jon told me to break off writing my diary in the summer of 1999, but has recently asked me to document, some of the more concern experiences that we have had since then.

Both Jon and I have been scouring the cyberspace looking for ideas for footling adventures or incidents that we could manufacture to own some fun. We've found one or two report that appear to be slightly rewritten copies of some of the text in my Journal, and one or two that are very exchangeable to some of the adventure that we've had and that I've written about in my diary. At initiatory I was a bit annoyed 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 adventure I'm about to describe happened in the summer of 2000. The primary persona of the risky venture took shoes on the Jack London metro, 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 risky venture that we had on the John Griffith Chaney Underground in my journal, but although this risky venture is similar, it was on a different occasion. Jon enjoyed the first time so a great deal ( so did I ) that he took me back for a second go.

The London resistance

Jon sprung yet another surprise on me when he came home from body of work one Tuesday night and told me that he had a business meeting in capital of the United Kingdom the next day. He'd decided to take me to London with him and pass on me to fend for myself while he went to the merging, but have a bit of fun with me before and afterwards. We quickly packed a bag and caught the 7 something train.

The journey down wasn't anything exceptional and there were very few masses on the caravan. Jon had booked us into the Regent Palace Hotel at Piccadilly Circus. It's not the best of hotels, but you can't get much more central without it costing you a fortune ( and Jon was paying, not his business ).

The room that Jon booked doesn't have an en suite toilet. I was a niggling frustrated until Jon told me that his choice was deliberate so that I could take the air around the corridors wearing only a towel, and then let it strike 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 future 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 flesh out my body it was only just long enough to underwrite my breasts and bum ; and it was only just long enough to wrap over and tuck in. Not only would it choose very piddling for it to un-tuck and shine off, when I put one leg in front of me the whole of my incline up passed my waist was showing.

The building is form of triangular with bits going off. You can walk round the corridor and get back to your way 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 a flack door 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 brave I decided to walk back to our room with the towel in my manus. Unfortunately I must make been too early and never saw anyone. Jon told me I was a ‘ good girlfriend'when I got back to our room, 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 view, and the building opposite looked a bit of a dump. It turned out that it was the back of some swish shops in Regent Street. They obviously didn't upkeep what the back looked like.

About 20 minutes later Jon decided that he wanted a drink of nose candy. There wasn't a mini bar in the way so I grabbed the towel and volunteered to go and get him one ( I'd seen a snow machine near the lifts ).

The corridor was deserted again, and all was quiet when I put the money in the car. As I was hang over getting the can I listen a man say,"Very nice love, can you just stay like that for a while please ?"I was surprised, jumped up and turned round. This middle-aged man as stood there with a suitcase in his hand. I put my evacuate hired 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 to make you jump, it's just that I was admiring your beautiful rear end."

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

Half an hr later Jon said it was sentence for a shower. He wrapped a towel round his waistline and told me to put my towel on. As we walked down the corridor I could get wind 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 maid delivering breakfasts. She was looking at us with a grin on her face. Knowing that Jon wouldn't judgement, I stood up and grabbed his towel. It came off as I said,"Two can play at that game."The maid's eyes opened wide and her jaw dropped as she saw Jon's bald tool. She just stared as Jon said,"right then, wait until I get hold 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 the corner. Her face was a video.

one shot the street corner, a man in a dressing nightie 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 bath 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 back to the room was uneventful and we got dressed and went for breakfast. Jon put his suit on ready for his business meeting, and he told me to assume just shoes and one of my thin, cotton dresses. The one that has a exclusive front, no arm and big armholes. I sometimes have difficulty keeping the strap on my shoulders in that one.

After breakfast we went for a drive on the subway system. The weather is always warmer in Greater London than in Derby, but it was a bit fresh out. My nipples were letting everyone know that it was fresh. When we went into the Underground it was quite breezy as well. A couple of times I could sense my dress blowing up.

We got the train to Embankment station then got on the rope blood line. The first of all bit was only a couplet of stations and I sat opposite a Thomas Young man who I could see was looking at me over the top of his newspaper publisher. Not wanting to disappoint him I slowly opened my legs so that he could see my pussy. poor man went lustrous red, but he kept looking. When we got up to leave behind I looked to see if he had a hard-on, but the report was covering his lap.

Those of you who have read my daybook will know that I never cross my legs like to the highest degree women do, Jon won't let me.

As we got on the train at Embankment Jon told me to suffer near door and hold onto one of those leather straps that hang down. I'm not very tall and I have to elongate to reach. My dress hemline got even higher on the side where my arm was stretched up. Because my garb is baggy, and has very big scooped armholes, anyone looking at my slope that has my arm up would be able to see all of that breast, and a bit of the other one as well.

Nothing much happened to start off with, except that I was getting a bit charge anticipating what might happen. After about 3 or 4 stations the train got busier. I'd watched one youthful man stare at me as he got on, and he stood close to me watching my little left chest wobble a bit as the train rattled along.

affair got a bit more interesting at the next station, hoi polloi poured in, and I began to find like a sardine. A duad of other men were looking at me as well. I couldn't motility and there was a man pressed up against my backbone, and another in social movement of me. He was facing me and bent back a bit so that his face wasn't in mine. When I looked up at him he smiled and continued looking down my dress at my nipples ( the air and the excitement was keeping them hard ).

After a minute or so I felt a hand on my rightfulness thigh, just gently at first, but when the owner was confident that I wasn't going to shout out or something, the deal started moving up under my dress. It went all the way up to my waist, and then had a little feel round. I guess that he was trying to receive some knickers.

The helping hand then moved round to my bum and the soundbox that had been pressing into my vertebral column, wasn't any more. My the right way ass cheek got squeezed before the hand drifted down between my pegleg to my pussy. Just as it got there, the wagon train stopped at a post and the manus disappeared. people got off, and hoi polloi got on ; but the train wasn't any the less crowded. The man in front of me was still looking down my frock, 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 move off, I felt the hand again. This time it went straight between my legs to my snatch. There was a moment's pause when the owner found out how wet I was, or was it because the helping hand found the two little gold rings in my pussy lips. Whatever, the pause was only for a instant before the digit 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 lens so I smiled. I think I blushed a bit as well. The finger started to pump in and out of me and my pelvis started to move in reaction to the stimulation. I closed my eyes to just bask the ace and was biting my buttocks lip when I opened my heart again to see the expression of the man in forepart of me. He had a puzzled expression on his face and was sniffing the air. I sniffed and realised that he smelt my slit juice. I felt a bit embarrassed and proud, both at the Lapplander time.

The fingerbreadth were just getting me close to cumming when the train slowed and stopped at the next post. The fingers stopped moving, but didn't go out of me. Instead I felt his manus grip voice of my flop cheek and hold me there.

Again citizenry 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 make a motion off I looked up and down the pram. Although there was a crew where I was, there was peck of space in the rest of the carriage. There were even some free seats not far away.

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

The fingerbreadth got working again and it wasn't long before my orgasm arrived. I tried to stifle my moaning, but I wasn't that effective at it. The man in front man of me knew what was happening and had a big grin on his face. As the moving ridge hit me I leaned forward a bit and my stomach felt what was probably the man's erection. I did want to reach in between us and embrace it, but I thought I 'd better not.

The fingers in my pussy knew I'd cum but were still going in and out. They kept going even when the caravan stopped in the next station, and shortly after that I came for a arcsecond time. That meter I did superintend to stop any noise escaping from my mouth, but it was difficult.

The fingers stopped and just stayed inside me for a moment or so, then pulled out. I felt them being wiped on my backside as the helping hand withdrew.

The caravan 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 tick and my dress was still covering my pussy, ass and tits - just. So they were either looking at my legs ( some of them hoping my dress would go just that bit gamy ) ; or they had been watching what was going on. I didn't care which.

I stood there on my own as the string went on to the future post. There some noisy youth got on and started fooling around where I was. A twain 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 tit then."When I didn't movement he said,"Okay then, I'll get them out for you."With that he put a script inside the armholes of my dress and pulled it into the eye of my pectus. Both my little knocker were out. Another of them said,"Bloody hell, look at those nipples."( Well, they were rock punishing from the piece of cake and the excitement ).

Next, another of them lifted the hem of my dress up above my waistline and said,"Nice ass and pussy 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 eyes of the tallest of the young he said,"I think that's enough fun for this aurora gentlemen. The ma'am's getting a bit panicked ; and none of us want any fuss, DO WE ?"

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

No one at that end of the baby carriage said a word. All heart were looking at us. It seemed like hours, but it must have only been a minute before the railroad train stopped at the next post. When the door opened Jon grabbed my arm, and pulling me out saying,"I think it would be best if you came with me young lady."I felt the bunched up region of my wearing apparel front man first to move back over my bosom. Just round a corner off the platform, Jon stopped and asked me if I was all right hand. I told him that I was a bit scared, but yes, I was all right.

We got the next train and Jon sat me down next to him. A distich of post later he told me that that was his place for his confluence. Giving me my bag out of his briefcase, he told me to stay sat down until the caravan got back to Embankment ; then to go back to the hotel. He told me that he'd be back sometime late afternoon.

The journey back wasn't anywhere near as much fun. I opened my leg to a youthful womanhood who sat opposite me and just stared at my kitty-cat when she realised she could see it.

Walking out of the Underground at Piccadilly Circus, the affectionate temperateness and the ado of hoi polloi made me feel good. I didn't want to go back to the hotel room, and anyway, I was hungry.

Quite close to the hotel entrance is a burger queen ; I decided to sustain a Burger. I got it then looked for a board. There were none relieve downstairs, so I went upstairs. When I got there I saw that there are 2 degree of tables. The storey of the upper degree at the social movement of the eating house is about at the height of the tables at the lower level. On the edge of the upper level is a railing with not very wide sword saloon. Tables are right up to the railing on both pep pill and lower berth level. The end result is that mortal sat at a table on the crushed stratum has their top dog at knee spirit level of individual sat at a table on the upper stratum.

It took me only seconds to understand that it was a lucky opportunity for me to flash my snatch at hoi polloi on the get down level.

There wasn't a table at the edge of the speed spirit level free when I first got there, so I went to a free board near where I thought someone would be finishing soon. A few bit later the distich did refinement and I moved in. I looked down and saw that there was a young couple on the table below me. Unfortunately I was facing the char, 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 ramification so I sat down in a very un-lady like manor. My human knee were spacious apart as my bum hit the seat. Pretending to spread my bag of fleck, I glanced down and saw that he was having a practiced looking. His principal was about a foot from my knee joint and it was light for him to look over and see all the way up to my pussy.

I sat there slowly eating and not turning my point his way. He must ingest had the printing 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 much notification of what the char was saying, and he was saying stupefied things when he thought he should be saying something. The cleaning 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 hour to polish off that Burger, scrap and coke. I was surprised that I didn't get thrown out. In that metre I flashed one teenage girl, one middle-aged man and youthful female phallus of faculty who came to clean up the table below me. When she realised what she was looking at she started to say something, but stopped herself, stared for a hour, and then went away. I was half expecting for the manager to issue forth and drop me out, but no one came.

Eventually I got bored and decided to go for a pass. I went up regent Street and onto Oxford University Street. I went into a few shops, but only had some fun in one of them. An Ann summertime store. For those of you who have never heard of Ann summertime, she runs a string of workshop and domicile company. All selling items to take mass sex life-time more interesting.

The priming coat floor part of the shop class wasn't very interesting, but downstairs they have piles of dildos, leather corset, lash and sexy clothes. After feeling the texture of some of the dildos, I saw a Daniel Chester French maidservant's outfit. I thought it was quite precious. I lifted it off the hook and was having a look at how it was made when the male store helper 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 delight, where's the changing elbow room ?"

The changing room is a cubicle at the back of the shop. It has a big curtain for a door. Inside, my garb was off in bit and I stood there naked. I was just working out how to get into the minuscule dress when the pall opened and the man said,"Need any avail ?"I was a bit startled, and after a few seconds of looking at each early, I said,"No thank you,"and pulled the curtain closed.

Once I finally got the outfit on I looked at myself in the little mirror. It didn't fit me well. It was obviously made for a woman with big breasts. Mine were lost in there and the material just hung off my chest. The chick part was practiced ; I liked the stratum of lace that made the mordant skirt go out at quite an angle. I knew that Jon would wish the dame ; it only just covered my bum and pussy.

I was just deciding to take it off when I heard the man's vox say,"There's a big mirror out here. You can get a advantageously look at yourself."I was about to say ‘ no thank you'when I suddenly thought ‘ why not.'

In the briny area of the shop class there was the male help, a couple of giggling. Older teenage girls and a couplet in their early twenties. As I walked out the shop class assistant pointed to the mirror that was at the former side of meat of the shop. I'd have to take place all the people to get there. The couple saw me first and watched me go by. Then the girl. They stopped giggling and stared as I stood in front of the mirror and smoothed the material down. As I turned from side to side, to see myself from all angles, I could see the match and fille in the mirror. They were still looking at me.

I decided to bend over a bit to appear at the skirt at the front. This meant that it rode up my backside giving them a beneficial purview of my ass. side by side I turned to face them then looked back over my berm, into the mirror to see that backbone of the dress. That showed them my pussy and proved that I wasn't wearing a thong.

The shop supporter came over and asked what I thought. Grabbing the nominal head of the top part, I pulled it out and down off my tits."It's not very honest,"I said,"it's been made for someone who's got a lot more than up top that I have."“ Ah, yes, I can see that. How about a Nurses outfit ?"

I declined the offer and went and got changed. When I got out, I gave the assistant the maiden's outfit and leftfield. As I walked up the step to the ground floor I was followed by the 2 fille. 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 couple of workman in a yap 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 room. My backside got 20 slaps for not being there when he got back.

Jon took me to the theater and a repast that night. I didn't think that much of the play, but the food for thought was skillful. Before we went out, Jon told me to pack my towel to the shower way. It was a wasted naked walk as no one saw me.

The nude walkway that I took later that Night wasn't wasted. The quantity of wine-coloured 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 lifts, I didn't even think of putting any dress 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 turning point I saw this older dyad walk towards me. The look on their faces was nifty, a bit of shock and amazement. The peeress's mouth finally closed when I got right up to them. I thought she was going to say something so I got my rung in beginning."Doing it for a dare."I said."Oh, right then."The old man said.

I made it to the coke auto without anyone else seeing me, but as I was putting the money in, the rise room access opened. Out came 2 middle-aged men who just stopped and stared. They were still there as I walked back towards our room.

I decided to search a bit and went a different way. The fervor of being naked in an almost public place where I could get caught at any bit was getting my kitty-cat tingling again.

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

The floor below was deserted when I stepped out of the stairwell. I was about half way to the elevator when a wholly chemical group of teenagers came out of the door to the raising. There must give birth been over a dozen of them, all about 15 or 16 and both boys and girlfriend. ‘ 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 midsection of them. I noticed that one of the fille had a appalled expression on her face, and was holding a hand over her oral fissure as she stared at me. I felt good.

At the lifts, I decided to go up the floor in the heave rather than use the stairs. The turmoil of not knowing who might be in the rise when the threshold opened was getting my pussy excited.

It seemed to take eld for the facelift to come, and when the room access opened there was a couple about my age in there. He stared and kept staring with a space font, but her surprise turned to a big smile."daring or a bet ?"she said."Dare."I said as I walked in. I stood facing them as the elevator went up the trading floor. 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 morning Jon wanted to catch an early on caravan so it was a nimble style to the sewer and shower. I did it with my towel over my arm, and the simply person I saw was a girl penis of stave delivering some breakfasts. She just stared at me.

Going out of the Underground at St. Pancras, Jon told me to get on the escalator before him. He then held up the queue for a minute before stepping out of the way. When I turned rung to see where Jon was, there was a gap of about 8 empty stairs, then a man staring straight up my dress. When I was facing upwards he must have got see my ass, and when I turned to see for Jon he must have seen my pussy. I saw him thrash his sassing. 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 little trip to London went. I have former adventures that Jon's told me to document. I'm sure that Jon will get me to write all of them on my web pages as and when he's translate them and is happy with them.

honey

Vanessa