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Hi, my name is Vanessa. I was born in Dec 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound figure with blondish hair. In 1998 I quit my dull existence in a little town in N Wales and went to process as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the eastward Midlands of England. It was a brave decision to clear as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advert in a BDSM magazine that someone had left in the hairdresser where I worked. I didn't really know 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 audience for the job was unbelievable, but I was so despairing to interchange 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 save a daybook of my new life story, and he has since created a web web site that it is published on.

If you care to read my journal you will see that my relationship with Jon is rather different to that of most employee and employer, but I have easily come to actualize 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 picayune bit of hair that grows on my leg, I have no soundbox hair below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with small ( ish ), impertinent tit that have diminished aureoles and giant nipples. When they're hard Jon says they're like chapel hat pegs. I have a nice firm, flavorless abdomen with a pubic osseous tissue that does stick out a bit. In my kitty-cat backtalk I have 2 little gold rings that Jon put in me. My clit is very spectacular and is usually sticking out between my rim. It's about an inch long with a piddling round nous. Jon sometimes calls it my footling dick. I don't own any bras, knickers, trousers, leggings or shorts ; and 90 % of my wench and dresses can be described as miniskirt or micro. I used to be a very shy missy, but I've now gone completely the former way, and get a great quiver from letting other people see my body.

I hope that's enough to fill the the great unwashed who asked. If it isn't, perhaps they would wish to e-mail me with specific questions.

Jon told me to stop 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 internet looking for ideas for little adventure or incidents that we could manufacture to have 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 standardised to some of the escapade that we've had and that I've written about in my Journal. At showtime I was a bit annoyed about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that somebody thought our adventures were thoroughly enough to replicate. I've started thinking that way as well.

The adventure I'm about to describe happened in the summer of 2000. The main part of the adventure took place on the Greater London tube, 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 London underground in my Journal, but although this risky venture is exchangeable, it was on a different social function. Jon enjoyed the first sentence so practically ( so did I ) that he took me back for a endorse go.

The John Griffith Chaney resistance

Jon sprung yet another surprise on me when he came home from piece of work one Tuesday night and told me that he had a occupation confluence in London the next day. He'd decided to take me to London with him and leave alone 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 railroad train.

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

The room that Jon booked doesn't have an en suite lavatory. I was a little disappointed until Jon told me that his selection was deliberate so that I could walk around the corridors wearing only a towel, and then let it fall off ‘ accidentally ’.

Jon had a bad worry when we got there so we went to bed straight away.

Jon woke me up at 6 o'clock the next 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 attack my eubstance it was only just long enough to get over my breasts and bum ; and it was only just long enough to wrap over and tuck in. Not only would it claim very slight for it to un-tuck and fall off, when I put one leg in front of me the whole of my position up passed my waist was showing.

The building is sort of triangular with bits going off. You can walk polish 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 up a fire room access and the inevitable happened. Unfortunately there wasn't anyone around to see my nakedness.

I eventually found a lady loo and had a pee. Feeling a bit brave I decided to walk back to our room with the towel in my hand. Unfortunately I must get been too betimes and never saw anyone. Jon told me I was a ‘ good girl'when I got back to our elbow room, and told me to go again in an hour.

I looked out of the windowpane and was disappointed that there wasn't much of a horizon, and the edifice opposite looked a bit of a dump. It turned out that it was the back of some posh store in Regent Street. They obviously didn't care what the back looked like.

About 20 instant later Jon decided that he wanted a drink of blow. 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 coke machine near the facelift ).

The corridor was deserted again, and all was hushed when I put the money in the machine. As I was bent grass over getting the can I heard a man say,"Very squeamish dear, can you just stay like that for a while please ?"I was surprised, jumped up and turned beat. This middle-aged man as stood there with a grip in his handwriting. I put my empty script on my bureau and said,"Oh, sorry, you startled me. I didn't think anyone else was up yet."He said,"Sorry, I didn't mean value to make you parachuting, it's just that I was admiring your beautiful stern end."

He looked a nice man so I pulled the towel off, said,"wellspring what do you think of the forepart 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 hour later Jon said it was time for a exhibitor. He wrapped a towel round his waist and told me to put my towel on. As we walked down the corridor I could discover one or two multitude moving around. Just as we started turning one of the corners, Jon grabbed my towel and pulled. I gasped and bent down to piece 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 facial expression. Knowing that Jon wouldn't idea, I stood up and grabbed his towel. It came off as I said,"Two can play at that game."The amah's eyes opened wide and her jaw dropped as she saw Jon's bald-headed prick. She just stared as Jon said,"Right then, wait until I get nurse 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 round the turning point. Her human face was a picture.

Round the recession, a man in a dressing nightgown 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 exhibitioner when another man came in, saw us, stared for a instant 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 walkway back to the room was uneventful and we got dressed and went for breakfast. Jon put his suit on ready for his clientele get together, and he told me to fatigue just shoes and one of my thin, cotton fiber dress. The one that has a scoop presence, no sleeves and big armholes. I sometimes have worry keeping the straps on my shoulders in that one.

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

We got the wagon train to Embankment station then got on the Circle line. The inaugural bit was only a pair of Stations and I sat opposite a untried man who I could see was looking at me over the top of his newspaper publisher. Not wanting to let down him I slowly opened my legs so that he could see my pussy. Poor man went bright red, but he kept looking. When we got up to exit I looked to see if he had a hard-on, but the theme was covering his lap.

Those of you who have read my journal will know that I never cross my legs like most women do, Jon won't let me.

As we got on the caravan at Embankment Jon told me to stand near door and hold onto one of those leather straps that hang down. I'm not very marvelous and I have to stretch to reach. My dress hemline got even in high spirits on the face where my arm was stretched up. Because my dress is baggy, and has very big scooped armholes, anyone looking at my side of meat that has my arm up would be capable to see all of that breast, and a bit of the early one as well.

Nothing much happened to start off with, except that I was getting a bit excited anticipating what might go on. After about 3 or 4 post the geartrain got busier. I'd watched one young man stare at me as he got on, and he stood tight to me watching my short result tit wobble a bit as the train rattled along.

Things got a bit more interesting at the next station, people poured in, and I began to feel like a sardine. A distich of other men were looking at me as well. I couldn't move and there was a man pressed up against my back, and another in front of me. He was facing me and flex 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 mamilla ( the breeze and the excitement was keeping them hard ).

After a arcminute or so I felt a bridge player on my veracious second joint, just gently at first, but when the possessor was confident that I wasn't going to scream or something, the hand started moving up under my dress. It went all the way up to my waist, and then had a footling feel circle. I guess that he was trying to find some knickers.

The mitt then moved unit of ammunition to my bum and the eubstance that had been pressing into my back, wasn't any more. My right ass cheek got squeezed before the deal drifted down between my branch to my pussy. Just as it got there, the gear stopped at a post and the handwriting disappeared. people got off, and people got on ; but the train wasn't any the less crowded. The man in nominal head of me was still looking down my clothes, the man behind me was still there, and another man was stood at my left looking through the armhole of my dress. With all that attention from men that I'd never seen before, and never spoken to, I was very charge up - to say the least.

As the wagon train started to move off, I felt the hand again. This fourth dimension it went straight between my legs to my pussy. There was a moment's suspension when the owner found out how wet I was, or was it because the hired man found the two piffling atomic number 79 rings in my pussycat lips. Whatever, the break was only for a instant before the fingerbreadth 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 so I smiled. I think I blushed a bit as well. The fingers started to pump in and out of me and my hip started to motivate in response to the input. I closed my eyes to just savor the genius and was biting my bottom of the inning lip when I opened my eyes again to see the brass of the man in front of me. He had a puzzled facial expression on his face and was sniffing the air. I sniffed and realised that he smelt my pussy juice. I felt a bit embarrassed and lofty, both at the same time.

The fingers were just getting me conclusion to cumming when the train slowed and stopped at the next station. The fingerbreadth stopped moving, but didn't go out of me. Instead I felt his hand grip part of my rightfulness cheek and take for me there.

Again people got off and on, and it was still crowded, neither the man in movement of me, nor the one behind had moved. As the train started to move off I looked up and down the equipage. Although there was a crowd where I was, there was plenty of space in the quietus of the bearing. There were even some disembarrass tush not far away.

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

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

The digit in my pussy knew I'd cum but were still going in and out. They kept going even when the gear stopped in the future station, and shortly after that I came for a 2d time. That time I did carry off to stop any dissonance escaping from my mouthpiece, 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 rear as the hand withdrew.

The railroad train pulled into another station and I suddenly realised that both men had gone. I was alone, but a few hoi polloi were looking at me. I did a quick check and my attire was still covering my cunt, ass and tits - just. So they were either looking at my stage ( some of them hoping my dress would go just that bit high ) ; or they had been watching what was going on. I didn't guardianship which.

I stood there on my own as the train went on to the next place. There some noisy early days got on and started fooling around where I was. A pair of them were looking at me. One moved close to me and lifted the front of my dress."Nice twat ”, he said as another of them took some sake in me. One of them said,"Let's have a look at your tits then."When I didn't motility he said,"Okay then, I'll get them out for you."With that he put a hand inside the armholes of my apparel and pulled it into the midriff of my dresser. Both my little tit were out. Another of them said,"Bloody hell, feeling at those nipples."( Well, they were rock hard from the breeze and the excitement ).

Next, another of them lifted the hem of my dress up above my waist 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 centre of the tallest of the youths he said,"I think that's enough fun for this morning gentlemen. The noblewoman's getting a bit frightened ; and none of us want any difficulty, DO WE ?"

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

No one at that end of the rig said a Holy Scripture. All center were looking at us. It seemed care hours, but it must sustain only been a hour before the caravan stopped at the succeeding post. When the room access opened Jon grabbed my arm, and pulling me out saying,"I think it would be best if you came with me Pres Young lady."I felt the bunched up contribution of my dress look start to move back over my titty. Just round a box off the platform, Jon stopped and asked me if I was all right. I told him that I was a bit fright, but yes, I was all right.

We got the next power train and Jon sat me down future to him. A twosome of stations later he told me that that was his place for his encounter. Giving me my purse out of his briefcase, he told me to ride out sat down until the string got back to Embankment ; then to go back to the hotel. He told me that he'd be back sometime tardily afternoon.

The journey back wasn't anywhere near as lots fun. I opened my legs to a young woman who sat opposite me and just stared at my pussy when she realised she could see it.

Walking out of the underground at Piccadilly Circus, the warm temperateness and the bustle of people made me feel beneficial. I didn't want to go back to the hotel way, and anyway, I was hungry.

Quite close to the hotel entranceway is a Burger King ; I decided to have a burger. I got it then looked for a table. There were none free downstairs, so I went upstairs. When I got there I saw that there are 2 levels of mesa. The floor of the upper tier at the front end of the restaurant is about at the height of the tables at the lower level. On the boundary of the upper stratum is a railing with not very wide steel bars. mesa are decently up to the rail on both upper and turn down tier. The end result is that someone sat at a board on the lower level has their head at knee level of someone sat at a table on the upper degree.

It took me only seconds to realise that it was a golden opportunity for me to twinkle my pussy at citizenry on the lower level.

There wasn't a table at the bound of the upper berth level free when I first got there, so I went to a destitute table near where I thought mortal would be finishing soon. A few bit later the yoke did cease and I moved in. I looked down and saw that there was a young couple on the mesa below me. Unfortunately I was facing the woman, 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 legs so I sat down in a very un-lady like manor. My knees were wide-eyed apart as my bum hit the tail end. Pretending to open my bag of french fries, I glanced down and saw that he was having a soundly spirit. His head was about a foot from my knee and it was comfortable for him to look over and see all the way up to my pussy.

I sat there slowly eating and not turning my head his way. He must have had the impression that I didn't bring in 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 notice of what the char was saying, and he was saying stupe affair when he thought he should be saying something. The womanhood was starting to get annoyed with him. Finally, she realised where his denseness 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 land up that beefburger, check and Coca Cola. I was surprised that I didn't get thrown out. In that meter I flashed one teenage girl, one middle-aged man and young female person member of staff who came to clean up the tabular array below me. When she realised what she was looking at she started to say something, but stopped herself, stared for a minute, and then went away. I was half expecting for the manager to total and throw me out, but no one came.

Eventually I got bored and decided to go for a base on balls. I went up Regent Street and onto Oxford Street. I went into a few shop, but only had some fun in one of them. An Ann Summers store. For those of you who have never heard of Ann Summers, she runs a string of shop class and home plate parties. All selling point to make peoples sex biography more interesting.

The undercoat storey function of the shop wasn't very interesting, but downstairs they have tidy sum of dildos, leather stays, whip and sexy wearing apparel. After feeling the texture of some of the dildos, I saw a French amah's outfit. I thought it was quite cute. I lifted it off the bait and was having a flavor at how it was made when the male store assistant 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 thinker and said,"Can I delight, where's the changing room ?"

The changing room is a cubicle at the back of the workshop. It has a big pall for a door. Inside, my apparel was off in seconds and I stood there naked. I was just working out how to get into the little dress when the pall opened and the man said,"demand any service ?"I was a bit startle, and after a few seconds of looking at each other, I said,"No thank you,"and pulled the curtain closed.

Once I finally got the getup on I looked at myself in the little mirror. It didn't fit me well. It was obviously made for a cleaning lady with big chest. Mine were lost in there and the material just hung off my dresser. The skirt function was dear ; I liked the layers of lacing that made the black doll go out at quite an Angle. I knew that Jon would like the skirt ; it only just covered my bum and pussy.

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

In the main area of the shop there was the male supporter, a couple of giggling. honest-to-goodness teenage girls and a couple in their other twenties. As I walked out the store assistant pointed to the mirror that was at the other side of the shop. I'd have to pass all the people to get there. The couple saw me first and watched me go by. Then the missy. They stopped giggling and stared as I stood in front end of the mirror and smoothed the material down. As I turned from position to side, to see myself from all angles, I could see the dyad and girls in the mirror. They were still looking at me.

I decided to deflect over a bit to attend at the skirt at the movement. This meant that it rode up my backside giving them a good view of my ass. adjacent I turned to look them then looked back over my shoulder, into the mirror to see that back of the dress. That showed them my slit and proved that I wasn't wearing a thong.

The shop helper 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 goodness,"I said,"it's been made for someone who's got a lot more up top that I have."“ Ah, yes, I can see that. How about a Nurses rig ?"

I declined the crack and went and got changed. When I got out, I gave the assistant the Maid's outfit and left. As I walked up the stairs to the ground floor I was followed by the 2 girls. I heard one of them say,"looking, 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 duad of workmen in a hole 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 meal that Night. I didn't think that much of the sport, but the food was dependable. Before we went out, Jon told me to dribble my towel to the shower room. It was a wasted naked base on balls as no one saw me.

The bare walk that I took later that night wasn't wasted. The amount 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 car near the elevation, I didn't even think of putting any clothes on when I got out of bed after Jon had fucked me. I just grabbed my pocketbook and went out into the corridor. As soon as I turned the first corner I saw this elderly couple walking towards me. The expression on their faces was slap-up, a bit of shock and amazement. The lady's mouth finally closed when I got right up to them. I thought she was going to say something so I got my spoke in showtime."Doing it for a dare."I said."Oh, right then."The old man said.

I made it to the coke machine without anyone else seeing me, but as I was putting the money in, the face lifting threshold 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 explore a bit and went a different way. The excitement of being naked in an almost public billet where I could get caught at any moment was getting my pussy tingling again.

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

The level below was deserted when I stepped out of the stairwell. I was about half way to the lift when a unit group of teenagers came out of the door to the nip and tuck. There must have been over a dozen of them, all about 15 or 16 and both son and fille. ‘ Sod it'I thought, and kept walking. When they saw me they started talking and laughing. They were not speaking English language. Some of them stopped and stared as I walked right through the middle of them. I noticed that one of the daughter had a appall expression on her face, and was holding a hand over her mouth as she stared at me. I felt good.

At the elevator, I decided to go up the storey in the lift rather than use the steps. The upheaval of not knowing who might be in the ski tow when the doors opened was getting my cunt excited.

It seemed to submit ages for the lift to come, and when the doors opened there was a match about my age in there. He stared and kept staring with a clean face, but her surprise turned to a big grin."Dare or a bet ?"she said."Dare."I said as I walked in. I stood facing them as the elevation went up the 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 betimes train so it was a quick bolt to the toilet and cascade. I did it with my towel over my arm, and the only when soul I saw was a girl member of staff 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 round of drinks to see where Jon was, there was a gap of about 8 empty stairs, then a man staring straight up my apparel. When I was facing upwards he must have see my ass, and when I turned to depend for Jon he must have seen my pussy. I saw him solve his lips. 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 piddling trip to London went. I have other adventures that Jon's told me to document. I'm sure that Jon will get me to release all of them on my web pages as and when he's read them and is happy with them.

Love

genus Vanessa