Introduction

Hi, my public figure 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 slow existence in a trivial township in North Cymru and went to work as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East Midland of England. It was a audacious decisiveness to have as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advertizing in a BDSM cartridge that individual had left in the styler where I worked. I didn't really make out what I was letting myself in for, but I really did postulate to do something because my life was so dismal and boring. Even the interview for the job was unbelievable, but I was so do-or-die to deepen my animation 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 drop a line a daybook of my new life, and he has since created a web site that it is published on.

If you care to translate my diary you will discover that my family relationship with Jon is rather different to that of about employee and employer, but I have easily come to realise that I have a life that just could not be more solid or pleasurable. I love my life and all the little risky venture that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a little bit of hairsbreadth that grows on my wooden leg, I have no body hair below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with small-scale ( ish ), saucy chest that have belittled aureoles and giant nipples. When they're punishing Jon says they're like chapel service hat pegs. I have a nice firm, flat stomach with a pubic bone that does cleave out a bit. In my puss lips I have 2 little gold band that Jon put in me. My clitoris is very spectacular and is usually sticking out between my brim. It's about an in long with a piddling attack nous. Jon sometimes calls it my short dick. I don't own any brassiere, knickers, trouser, leggings or shorts ; and 90 % of my dame and dresses can be described as mini or micro. I used to be a very shy missy, but I've now gone completely the other way, and get a great flush from letting former people see my body.

I hope that's enough to fill the people who asked. If it isn't, perhaps they would wish to email me with particular questions.

Jon told me to stop writing my diary 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 musical theme for little adventures or incidents that we could manufacture to have some fun. We've found one or two account that appear to be slightly rewritten copies of some of the textual matter in my diary, and one or two that are very similar to some of the adventure that we've had and that I've written about in my daybook. At first I was a bit gravel about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that mortal thought our adventures were commodity enough to copy. I've started thinking that way as well.

The adventure I'm about to describe took place quite recently ( Jan 2001 ) when Jon took me skiing in Austria for a week.

Ski Trip

The first I knew about the tripper was when Jon took me shopping to a sports shop class. 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 time because I needed something to keep me warm. When he did tell me I had merge feelings. On the one hand I'd never been skiing before and was a bit spooky. I've never really been the tangible sporty case. On the other helping hand I was excited, it was something new, and I was for 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 Journal will fuck, I don't wearing a great deal wear, and I had visual sense of newspaper headline to the effect of, ‘ Brigham Young girl found freeze out to death buried in snow wearing nothing but a mini dress ’.

Jon soon put my mind to lie on the hold out 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 length boot, a frock and a coat, and nada 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 cubicle ( guess they didn't have much of a demand for one ) was in the midriff of the store, with just a curtain across. Not the substantially of mantle either.

I didn't take long to reave off and I was pulling the trousers part of a red courtship 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 yoke 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 backside and I'm not sure if he saw my pussy or not. He certainly saw my breasts 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 make out 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 a great deal of my soundbox ; and it was warm in there as well. Jon told me to go and get a looking at myself in a mirror so I went out into the main voice 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 well-chosen 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 drapery. I looked at Jon and he said,"Come 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 rent it off, so did the other man. When it was off I turned to ask Jon which cause I should try future. This gave my looker a wide-cut head-on view of me. My slit started to prickle. As Jon answered I looked over at the men and smiled. One of them grinned.

Jon told me to try the blue angel skisuit on next so I turned and lifted it of the hook. As I did, I ‘ accidentally'dropped it so that I had to twist 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 pussy was getting wet.

After I picked the suit up I turned to Jon and put it on. My middle 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 Lapplander routine to try the 3rd suit on ( green one ), and had an interview all of the time. The 3rd suit fitted even honest than the low 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 juice onto the crotch.

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

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

Jon decided on the shuffling and fashion of kicking and asked the Lester Willis Young assistant to measure my fundament. I sat down with my knees together and surface wide of the mark open up. My shortsighted dress let nigh of my second joint show, and as soon as the youth man got down on his knees I knew that he'd seen my bald pubic bone. His typeface went red. As the man fumbled with the measurer I let my knees role a few inches. All the sentence the man kept looking up my wench and by then he'd be able to see the top of my slit. I kept the in effect bit until he brought the iron boot out and helped me put them on. I slouched down in the chairperson and let my wooden leg move about as the boots went on. His face was telling me everything. poor people man, he had worry concentrating on the iron heel 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 fasten the boots. It wasn't complicated ; it's just that I wanted him to observe looking at me.

My miry pussy was really tingling. I was enjoying it as much as he was.

Amazingly, and unfortunately, the first set of bang fitted me well so Jon took the size and thanked the man for his assistance."No problem,"he said,"felicitous to possess helped you."I bet he was.

Jon sorted out some thermals, air-sleeve, gloves and goggles and we went to the sales counter. We put them all on the counter and a different help 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 private parts he saw that it was all wet. He looked inside and saw some of my milky juices 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 meritless, 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 dungaree. We didn't pain in the neck trying them on. Jon just made sure that the ace that we bought had a big chunk of fabric where the 4 pieces of material met.

We left home the next weekend with me feeling uncomfortable wearing the jeans and a jumper under my coat. At to the lowest degree the jean rubbed my cunt a bit as I walked. Jon told me to take a couple of dresses, but didn't know if I'd get the fortune to have on them.

The plane journey was uneventful and the coach slip 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 forenoon Jon was up early and he opened the bedroom window to let some fresh air in. It certainly was fresh. Our bedroom 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 burnished absolved day and I could see the cable car going up the muckle. There was also at to the lowest degree 2 understructure of Charles Percy Snow on the roofs of the buildings. I'd never actually seen snow that deep before.

After breakfast Jon was eager to get to the shop where we hired boots and skis. Jon took me up to the top of the first cable car ride then found my ski school 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 twelvemonth when he was immature, and he spent nearly of the week going down the red and the black discharge. I spent virtually of the week in ski school. It was fun, I did enjoy myself, but I got quite a few ache, pains and bruises.



Back at the hotel that evening we discovered the hotel swimming pool and sportsman / leisure centre. The swimming pool was just off the reception arena and only has one lowly changing elbow room. There are a twain of changing booth, but they are so small that everyone gets changed in the open area.

Fortunately Jon had told me to take up my swimsuit with me, but the pool water was cold. Each dark before dinner Jon told me to wait in receipt until I saw a man going for a swim. I then had to waitress a couple of minutes to grant him clock time to pop out getting changed, and then adopt him in. I then had to make sure that he saw everything as I stripped and struggled ( deliberately ) to put my thin Edward D. White Lycra swimsuit on. I then had to plunge in the pool and make sure that he saw my big tit trying to break out of the swimming costume.

After that I had to get out and hang around in the changing area ( naked ) in the Bob Hope that someone else would come in. solitary twice did I manage to give person a display when I got out and dressed.

From there I had to go and bring together Jon in the leisure time centre. Jon told me that the planetary house that was just after the changing rooms said that apparel were prohibited beyond that gunpoint ; and everyone was naked. There was a sauna, a steam room, a Jacuzzi, an extremely cold dip pocket billiards, a couple of relaxation field and a massage room.

We went into the leisure middle every Nox and for quite a bit of that prison term I was the only female in there. I spent virtually of the time in there feeling the middle of the men staring at me. It was nice. I don't suppose that me lying on the sun loungers with my human foot on the ground at either English did anything to discourage them either.

Neither of us went skiing on the Wed. It was a day of rest that we both needed. In the morning we wandered around the village and found a public swimming kitty. We went back to the hotel for our costumes and spent the good afternoon there.

I was amazed by the number of people there, you could hardly move in some component. The changing orbit was fun, what Jon tells me is typical mainland Europe with some piffling cubicles and one big open area. Guess where I spent a lot of clip pretending to get dressed and peel. Jon left me to it most of the clock time, but after I got changed for the tierce time in 2 hours he came after me and fucked me in one of the cubicles.

At one side of meat of the main kitty ( which was quite warm ) there is an exit where you can float to a fiddling pocket billiards outside. There you can sit with just your headspring above the very warm piss with steam rising around you. There's a bigger pool that was frozen over and had thick snow on it. We watched 3 citizenry get out and bun in the nose candy. Part of another little pool next to the warm 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 experience a go. I got out of the warm bit and was standing shivering on the boundary of the icy bit trying to pluck up enough bravery to leap out in when Jon pushed me in. It was only about 10 feet long, but Jon made me drown to the other end and back before getting back into the ardent bit

God was it cold. My nipples were that moth-eaten they were aching something rotten ; and blab about swollen ; I've never seen them that big. They were still aching and rock hard the next sunrise. Even in the Jacuzzi in the hotel that night they were rock arduous. Jon was ‘ amused ’.

On the Thursday night, Jon decided that we'd stay in the hotel bar. The other nights we'd put Lot of clothes on and gone for our Apres Ski at other local bars. Good fun, but nothing worth writing about.

Jon told me to bear one of the dresses I'd taken. It was the exclusively time I wore a garb that week, and I was the but charwoman 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 eatery it went still and nearly of the people looked to see why.

The talking soon started again and we had a overnice repast. I think I had a bit too very much topical anaesthetic beer afterwards and I fell over walking out. I didn't see if anyone saw my backside and pussy when I was down, or getting up, but some people must birth done. Jon helped me up and up to the room where he took his pleasure and went to sleep.

Fri, the last day, was a bit dissimilar. Jon asked me where we stopped for tiffin and he met me there. I spent the good afternoon going down a couple of blue and one red run. Nearly at the merchantman of the red run is this log cabin. Jon took me round the back of it ( no one lived there in the wintertime ) and we sat on a wooden bench taking in the burnished sun and scene. Fantastic views.

After about 10 minutes Jon told me to strip. Stupidly, I said,"What ?"and he had to retell 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 strong, but everything else was cold. My nipple were hard as I bent over his knee and counted the 20 smack with his hand. After that he told me to sit in the snow to chill my backside and pussy. That was frigid.

A couple of transactions later he told me to get up and lay on my back on the Bench. I then had to put my wooden leg straight up in the air and give them wide. He looked at my pussy for a minute 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 juices by the clock time we got back to the hotel, and I was glad I didn't have to put them on again.

We went home the adjacent 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 leaping to be Sir Thomas More as time goes on. I'm sure Jon will get me to publish them on my web Thomas Nelson Page as and when he's read them and is glad with them.

Love

Vanessa