introduction

Hi, my name is Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound frame with blondish hair. In 1998 I quit my wearisome creation in a piddling townspeople in North Wales and went to work as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East Midland 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 mortal had left in the hairdresser where I worked. I didn't really know what I was letting myself in for, but I really did necessitate to do something because my lifespan was so dingy and boring. Even the interview for the job was unconvincing, but I was so desperate to exchange 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 diary of my new lifetime, and he has since created a web website that it is published on.

If you care to read my journal you will bring out that my relationship with Jon is rather different to that of about employee and employer, but I have easily come to pull in that I have a life that just could not be more satisfying or enjoyable. I love my life and all the little escapade that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a fiddling bit of hairsbreadth that grows on my pegleg, I have no body hair below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with small ( ish ), saucy tit that have small-scale gloriole and giant tit. When they're concentrated Jon says they're like chapel hat tholepin. I have a nice firm, flat tum with a pubic osseous tissue that does gravel out a bit. In my pussy mouth I have 2 little gold ringing that Jon put in me. My clit is very large and is usually sticking out between my back talk. It's about an inch long with a piffling round question. Jon sometimes calls it my short dick. I don't own any bandeau, knee breeches, pant, leg covering or shorts ; and 90 % of my skirts and dresses can be described as mini or micro. I used to be a very shy female child, but I've now gone completely the former way, and get a great chill from letting early people 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 specific questions.

Jon told me to stop writing my daybook 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 internet looking for melodic theme for little adventures or incidents that we could invent to let some fun. We've found one or two narration that appear to be slightly rewritten copies of some of the text in my diary, and one or two that are very alike to some of the risky venture that we've had and that I've written about in my diary. At first I was a bit miffed 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 took plaza quite recently ( January 2001 ) when Jon took me skiing in Oesterreich for a week.

Ski trip

The first gear I knew about the trip was when Jon took me shopping to a mutant shop class. Normally when he's taking me somewhere he doesn't separate me until the day that we go, but occasionally he does. He told me this fourth dimension because I needed something to keep me warm. When he did secern me I had mixed tactile sensation. On the one hired man I'd never been skiing before and was a bit queasy. I've never really been the real sporty type. On the early deal I was excited, it was something new, and I was sure that we'd be able-bodied to bear some ‘ fun ’. I was also a bit worried about the coldness. As any of you who have read my Journal will know, I don't clothing a good deal clothing, and I had visions of paper newspaper headline to the effect of, ‘ Thomas Young girl found frozen to death buried in snow wearing zero but a miniskirt apparel ’.

Jon soon put my judgment 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 thrill, a frock and a coat, and nothing else. I needed the coat because the weather was bad.

To try the skisuits on I had to subscribe everything off. The one and only changing kiosk ( guess they didn't have much of a demand for one ) was in the midriff of the shop, with just a curtain across. Not the better of curtain either.

I didn't take long to strip off and I was pulling the trousers part of a red lawsuit 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 client. They weren't looking my way - to bulge out off with, but as they moved round one of the men saw me. I was just pulling the pant part over my backside and I'm not surely if he saw my pussy or not. He certainly saw my knocker 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 to a greater extent. I just wanted to let Jon know that someone was watching me.

I pulled the skisuit properly on and zipped it up. It was a fairish fit, but I felt unknown wearing something that covered so practically of my organic structure ; and it was tender in there as well. Jon told me to go and have 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 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 pall 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 cause I should try next. This gave my watchers a broad frontage view 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 drear skisuit on side by side so I turned and lifted it of the hook. As I did, I ‘ accidentally'dropped it so that I had to bend over to pick it up. When I was set 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 subroutine to try the 3rd courting on ( greenish one ), and had an audience all of the time. The 3rd suit fitted even amend than the first one and I kept it on yearner as both Jon and I decided that that was the one. When I took it off I noticed that my puss had leaked juices onto the private parts.

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

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

Jon decided on the shuffling and style of bang and asked the Brigham Young assistant to measure my feet. I sat down with my knees together and coat wide heart-to-heart. My dead dress let almost of my thighs show, and as soon as the unseasoned man got down on his knees I knew that he'd seen my bald loins. His boldness went red. As the man fumbled with the measurer I let my knees part a few column inch. All the time the man kept looking up my wench and by then he'd be able-bodied to see the top of my scratch. I kept the serious 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 boots went on. His face was telling me everything. poor man, he had worry concentrating on the boots and he trapped his finger as he fastened one of the flush. Then he had to go through it all again as he showed me how to fasten the boots. It wasn't complicated ; it's just that I wanted him to keep looking at me.

My mucky pussy 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 job,"he said,"well-chosen to have got helped you."I bet he was.

Jon sorted out some thermals, socks, gloves and goggles and we went to the gross revenue counter. We put them all on the retort and a different assistant ran them through the money box. When he got to the skisuit he checked it over before folding it to put it in a bag. When he looked at the private parts 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 sorry, 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 bother trying them on. Jon just made sure enough that the one that we bought had a big lump of material where the 4 while of material met.

We left home the next weekend with me feeling uncomfortable wearing the blue jean and a pinny under my coat. At to the lowest degree the jeans rubbed my pussy a bit as I walked. Jon told me to take a span of clothes, but didn't know if I'd get the probability to bear them.

The planer journey was uneventful and the coach stumble was boring. It was dingy 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 sleeping accommodation windowpane to let some fresh air in. It certainly was fresh. Our bedroom wasn't overlooked which meant that no one could see me walking around the way naked, and being fucked by Jon. Can't win them all.

The scenery was fantastic, it was a shiny brighten day and I could see the cable car going up the pot. There was also at least 2 feet of C. P. Snow on the roofs of the construction. I'd never actually seen snow that deep before.

After breakfast Jon was eager to get to the shop class where we hired boots and skis. Jon took me up to the top of the first cable television car ride then found my ski school radical 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 vernal, and he spent most of the week going down the red and the black rivulet. I spent most of the week in ski school. It was fun, I did enjoy myself, but I got quite a few ache, pains and bruise.



spinal column at the hotel that evening we discovered the hotel swimming pool and variation / leisure centre. The swimming puddle was just off the reception area and only has one belittled changing room. There are a couple of changing cubicles, but they are so small that everyone gets changed in the out-of-doors area.

Fortunately Jon had told me to consider my swimsuit with me, but the pool water was low temperature. Each night before dinner Jon told me to wait in reception until I saw a man going for a swim. I then had to expect a twosome of minutes to leave him time to start getting changed, and then follow him in. I then had to pee-pee indisputable 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 puddle and make indisputable that he saw my big nipples trying to burst out of the swimming costume.

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

From there I had to go and unite Jon in the leisure sum. Jon told me that the augury 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 way, a Jacuzzi, an extremely cold dip kitty, a duet of slackening areas and a massage room.

We went into the leisure centre every Nox and for quite a bit of that prison term I was the only female in there. I spent near 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 reclining chair with my feet on the priming coat at either incline did anything to deter them either.

Neither of us went skiing on the Midweek. It was a day of residual that we both needed. In the sunup 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 act of people there, you could hardly move in some parts. The changing area was fun, what Jon tells me is typical mainland Europe with some little cubicles and one big unfold area. guesswork where I spent a lot of time pretending to get dressed and undressed. Jon left me to it most of the time, but after I got changed for the third clock time in 2 60 minutes he came after me and fucked me in one of the cubicles.

At one side of the main pool ( which was quite warm ) there is an release where you can drown to a footling pool outside. There you can sit with just your straits above the very ardent piss with steam rising around you. There's a larger kitty that was frozen over and had thick blow on it. We watched 3 the great unwashed get out and roll in the snow. Part of another little puddle next to the warm bit had had the ice broken on it and we watched one mad man go for a ready swimming in it. Jon decided that I should possess 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 pass over in when Jon pushed me in. It was only about 10 base long, 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 frigid they were aching something rotten ; and talk 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 dark they were rock hard. Jon was ‘ amused ’.

On the Thursday night, Jon decided that we'd stop in the hotel bar. The other nights we'd put great deal of dress on and gone for our Apres Ski at other local barroom. Good fun, but cypher deserving writing about.

Jon told me to hold out one of the dresses I'd taken. It was the only time I wore a garb that workweek, and I was the solely 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 understood and near 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 much topical anesthetic beer afterwards and I fell over walking out. I didn't see if anyone saw my stern and kitty 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 pleasure 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 Amytal and one red run. Nearly at the seat of the red run is this log cabin. Jon took me round the back of it ( no one lived there in the winters ) and we sat on a wooden workbench taking in the bright sun and scenery. howling purview.

After about 10 minutes Jon told me to strip. Stupidly, I said,"What ?"and he had to repeat himself. I just knew what was going to befall 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 cold. My nipples were toilsome 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 my tooshie and pussy. That was cold.

A couple of minutes later he told me to get up and lay on my binding on the judiciary. I then had to put my ramification straight up in the air and open them full. He looked at my pussy for a minute of arc the opened his skisuit and fucked me. As he was thrusting in and out I could hear the early skiers swishing passed. I didn't cum, but Jon did.

My thermals were soaked in our juices 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 following 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 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 saltation to be more as sentence goes on. I'm surely Jon will get me to publish them on my web varlet as and when he's read them and is glad with them.

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