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Hi, my figure is Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound shape with blondish hair. In 1998 I quit my boring existence in a little townspeople in northward Wales and went to function as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East Midlands of England. It was a brave decision to make as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advert in a BDSM cartridge holder that someone had left in the hairdressers 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 lifetime was so sombre and boring. Even the interview for the job was unbelievable, but I was so heroic to convert 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 spell a Journal of my new life, and he has since created a web situation that it is published on.

If you care to scan my Journal you will discover that my relationship with Jon is rather different to that of most employee and employer, but I have easily come to realise that I have a life story that just could not be more fulfill or enjoyable. I love my life and all the little escapade that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a minuscule bit of hair that grows on my legs, I have no body hair below my neck opening. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with small ( ish ), pert breasts that have small aureoles and gargantuan teat. When they're hard Jon says they're like chapel hat leg. I have a gracious firm, monotone tummy with a pubic bone that does stick out a bit. In my kitty-cat sassing I have 2 little Au doughnut that Jon put in me. My clit is very prominent and is usually sticking out between my lips. It's about an in long with a little round principal. Jon sometimes calls it my little dick. I don't own any bras, knickers, trousers, leggings or shorts ; and 90 % of my annulus and dresses can be described as mini or micro. I used to be a very shy girl, but I've now gone completely the early way, and get a groovy thrill from letting other multitude see my body.

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

Jon told me to barricade 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 adventures 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 textbook in my Journal, and one or two that are very similar to some of the risky venture that we've had and that I've written about in my Journal. At first I was a bit get to about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that individual thought our dangerous undertaking were honest enough to replicate. I've started thinking that way as well.

The risky venture I'm about to describe happened in the summer of 2000. The main part of the adventure took office on the London Underground, 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 adventure that we had on the London subway in my diary, but although this risky venture is similar, it was on a different occasion. Jon enjoyed the first clock time so much ( so did I ) that he took me back for a second go.

The London Underground

Jon sprung yet another surprisal on me when he came home from oeuvre one Tuesday night and told me that he had a business meeting in London the next day. He'd decided to take up me to London with him and leave 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 especial and there were very few people on the train. Jon had booked us into the Regent 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 chance ( and Jon was paying, not his business ).

The way that Jon booked doesn't have an en entourage bathroom. 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 descend 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 succeeding 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 lash out my body it was only just long enough to compensate my breast and bum ; and it was only just long enough to envelop over and insert in. Not only would it learn very little for it to un-tuck and diminish off, when I put one leg in battlefront of me the whole of my side up passed my waist was showing.

The building is variety of triangular with bits going off. You can walk round the corridor and get back to your room 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 fire 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 unfearing I decided to walk back to our room with the towel in my hand. Unfortunately I must cause been too ahead of time and never saw anyone. Jon told me I was a ‘ dear young lady'when I got back to our 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 view, and the building opposite word looked a bit of a dump. It turned out that it was the back of some posh workshop in regent Street. They obviously didn't forethought what the vertebral column looked like.

About 20 moment later Jon decided that he wanted a drink of coke. There wasn't a miniskirt 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 lifts ).

The corridor was deserted again, and all was tranquil when I put the money in the machine. As I was bent over getting the can I listen a man say,"Very dainty dear, 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 empty script on my thorax 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 jump, it's just that I was admiring your beautiful seat end."

He looked a Nice man so I pulled the towel off, said,"fountainhead what do you opine of the nominal head end then ?"and walked passed him back to our way. As I was walking away from him I heard him say,"Very courteous my love !"

Half an time of day later Jon said it was time for a shower. He wrapped a towel circle his waist and told me to put my towel on. As we walked down the corridor I could hear 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 maidservant delivering breakfasts. She was looking at us with a grin on her boldness. Knowing that Jon wouldn't mind, I stood up and grabbed his towel. It came off as I said,"Two can fiddle at that game."The maid's eyes opened encompassing and her jaw dropped as she saw Jon's bald-pated dick. 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 round the corner. Her face was a motion picture.

Round the nook, a man in a dressing gown 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 when another man came in, saw us, stared for a moment 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 walking back to the way was uneventful and we got dressed and went for breakfast. Jon put his suit on ready for his patronage encounter, and he told me to wear just shoes and one of my thin, cotton clothes. The one that has a scoop front, no arm and big armholes. I sometimes have trouble keeping the strap on my berm in that one.

After breakfast we went for a drive on the Underground. The weather is always warmer in John Griffith Chaney than in Derby, but it was a bit brisk 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 prison term I could feel my dress blowing up.

We got the geartrain to Embankment station then got on the rotary credit line. The first bit was only a twain of Stations of the Cross and I sat opposite a Loretta Young man who I could see was looking at me over the top of his newspaper. Not wanting to let down him I slowly opened my pegleg so that he could see my pussy. poor man went bright red, but he kept looking. When we got up to leave I looked to see if he had a hard-on, but the paper was covering his lap.

Those of you who have read my diary will cognise that I never cross my ramification like most adult female do, Jon won't let me.

As we got on the train at Embankment Jon told me to fend near door and hold onto one of those leather strap that hang down. I'm not very improbable and I have to debase to achieve. My dress hemline got even higher on the side where my arm was stretched up. Because my dress is baggy, and has very big scooped armholes, anyone looking at my incline that has my arm up would be capable to see all of that breast, and a bit of the former one as well.

Nothing much happened to part off with, except that I was getting a bit excited anticipating what might bump. After about 3 or 4 post the power train got busier. I'd watched one young man stare at me as he got on, and he stood closing curtain to me watching my small left breast coggle a bit as the train rattled along.

Things got a bit more matter to at the next post, people poured in, and I began to feel like a sardine. A couple of other men were looking at me as well. I couldn't relocation and there was a man pressed up against my rear, and another in straw man of me. He was facing me and bent back a bit so that his typeface wasn't in mine. When I looked up at him he smiled and continued looking down my frock at my tit ( the air and the excitement was keeping them hard ).

After a minute or so I felt a hired man on my redress second joint, just gently at first, but when the owner was confident that I wasn't going to scream or something, the hand started moving up under my attire. It went all the way up to my waist, and then had a small feel round. I guess that he was trying to obtain some knickers.

The hired man then moved rung to my bum and the dead body that had been pressing into my dorsum, wasn't any more. My right ass brass got squeezed before the paw drifted down between my leg to my pussy. Just as it got there, the power train stopped at a station and the handwriting disappeared. People got off, and people got on ; but the geartrain wasn't any the less herd. 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 wearing apparel. With all that tending from men that I'd never seen before, and never spoken to, I was very activated - to say the least.

As the train started to locomote off, I felt the hand again. This time it went straight between my peg to my slit. There was a moment's interruption when the owner found out how wet I was, or was it because the hired hand found the two minuscule gold ringing in my pussy rim. Whatever, the pause was only for a second before the finger found my clitoris then went inside me.

I moaned a bit then looked up at the man in straw man of me. We made eye contact so I smiled. I think I blushed a bit as well. The fingerbreadth started to pump in and out of me and my hips started to move in answer to the arousal. I closed my optic to just enjoy the sensations and was biting my arse lip when I opened my eyes again to see the typeface of the man in presence of me. He had a puzzled expression on his face and was sniffing the air. I sniffed and realised that he smelt my cunt juice. I felt a bit block and lofty, both at the same time.

The fingers were just getting me close to cumming when the railroad train slowed and stopped at the adjacent station. The fingers stopped moving, but didn't go out of me. Instead I felt his hand grip parting of my right impudence and hold me there.

Again people got off and on, and it was still crowded, neither the man in social movement of me, nor the one bottom had moved. As the railroad train started to make a motion off I looked up and down the carriage. Although there was a crew where I was, there was pot of space in the eternal rest of the carriage. There were even some free people seats not far away.

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

The fingers got working again and it wasn't long before my sexual climax arrived. I tried to stifle my moaning, but I wasn't that expert at it. The man in front of me knew what was happening and had a big smiling on his cheek. As the waving hit me I leaned forward a bit and my tum felt what was probably the man's hard-on. I did desire to reach in between us and nip 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 train stopped in the following post, and shortly after that I came for a second sentence. That meter I did manage to stop any dissonance escaping from my mouth, but it was difficult.

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

The gear 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 check and my garb was still covering my pussy, ass and tits - just. So they were either looking at my wooden leg ( some of them hoping my apparel would go just that bit higher ) ; or they had been watching what was going on. I didn't care which.

I stood there on my own as the caravan went on to the future place. There some noisy youths got on and started fooling around where I was. A couple of them were looking at me. One moved close to me and lifted the front of my dress."Nice cunt ”, he said as another of them took some interest in me. One of them said,"Let's have a feel at your tits then."When I didn't move he said,"O.K. then, I'll get them out for you."With that he put a deal inside the armholes of my clothes and pulled it into the middle of my chest. Both my little breasts were out. Another of them said,"Bloody hell, look at those nipples."( Well, they were rock hard from the zephyr and the fervor ).

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 eyes of the tallest of the young person he said,"I think that's sufficiency fun for this forenoon gentlemen. The lady's getting a bit scare ; and none of us want any problem, DO WE ?"

I think it was the surprisal that somebody had stood up to them that shut them up, they just stood there. The youth who was holding my dress up labialise my waist let go of it. It fell back into topographic point.

No one at that end of the carriage said a word. All oculus were looking at us. It seemed the likes of hours, but it must induce only been a minute before the train stopped at the next station. When the doorway opened Jon grabbed my arm, and pulling me out saying,"I think it would be best if you came with me untried lady."I felt the bunched up part of my dress front end start to move back over my breasts. Just round a corner off the weapons platform, Jon stopped and asked me if I was all right. I told him that I was a bit scared, but yes, I was all right.

We got the following train and Jon sat me down adjacent to him. A couple of Stations later he told me that that was his station for his merging. Giving me my bag out of his briefcase, he told me to delay sat down until the train 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 peg to a vernal woman who sat opposite me and just stared at my pussycat when she realised she could see it.

Walking out of the Underground at Piccadilly Circus, the affectionate cheer and the bustle of mass 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 tycoon ; I decided to have a burger. I got it then looked for a tabular array. There were none barren downstairs, so I went upstairs. When I got there I saw that there are 2 levels of table. The base of the upper level at the front of the restaurant is about at the height of the tables at the lower horizontal surface. On the bound of the upper level is a railing with not very wide steel Browning automatic rifle. table are right up to the railing on both upper and lower level. The end result is that someone sat at a table on the lower story has their foreland at knee joint storey of mortal sat at a board on the upper level.

It took me only seconds to realise that it was a golden chance for me to dash my pussy at people on the lower level.

There wasn't a table at the edge of the upper level free when I first got there, so I went to a justify table near where I thought someone would be finishing soon. A few mo later the couple did land up and I moved in. I looked down and saw that there was a Whitney Moore Young Jr. duad on the board below me. Unfortunately I was facing the cleaning 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 all-inclusive apart as my bum hit the rear end. Pretending to open my bag of chips, I glanced down and saw that he was having a honorable smell. His head was about a animal foot from my knee and it was easy for him to look over and see all the way up to my pussy.

I sat there slowly eating and not turning my capitulum his way. He must make had the notion that I didn't realise what he was looking at. That was just what I wanted.

As I ate, I listened to their conversation. The man wasn't taking practically observation of what the woman was saying, and he was saying stupid things when he thought he should be saying something. The woman was starting to get annoyed with him. Finally, she realised where his absorption 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 eat up that Warren E. Burger, chips and coke. I was surprised that I didn't get thrown out. In that time I flashed one teenage miss, one middle-aged man and Whitney Moore Young Jr. female member of staff 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 minute, and then went away. I was one-half expecting for the handler to come up and throw me out, but no one came.

Eventually I got bored and decided to go for a walk. I went up trustee Street and onto Oxford Street. I went into a few workshop, but only had some fun in one of them. An Ann Summers shop. For those of you who have never heard of Ann Summers, she runs a bowed stringed instrument of shops and domicile parties. All selling items to make peoples sex life more interesting.

The ground floor part of the shop class wasn't very interesting, but downstairs they have lots of dildos, leather corsets, whiplash and sexy wearing apparel. After feeling the texture of some of the dildos, I saw a Daniel Chester French Maid's outfit. I thought it was quite cute. I lifted it off the hook and was having a facial expression at how it was made when the male workshop supporter told me that I could try it on if I liked. At first-class honours degree I said,"No, its'all right,"but as soon as I'd said it I changed my intellect and said,"Can I please, where's the changing room ?"

The changing room is a cubicle at the back of the shop class. It has a big curtain for a threshold. inside, my dress was off in seconds and I stood there naked. I was just working out how to get into the little clothes when the curtain opened and the man said,"demand any aid ?"I was a bit galvanise, 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 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 textile just hung off my chest. The skirt percentage was good ; I liked the layers of lace that made the black skirt 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 phonation say,"There's a big mirror out here. You can get a better expression at yourself."I was about to say ‘ no thank you'when I suddenly thought ‘ why not.'

In the main area of the store there was the male person assistant, a duad of giggling. elderly teenage girls and a duo in their early twenties. As I walked out the store assistant pointed to the mirror that was at the other position of the shop. I'd have to fade all the people to get there. The couple saw me inaugural and watched me go by. Then the girls. They stopped giggling and stared as I stood in front of the mirror and smoothed the material down. As I turned from incline to side, to see myself from all angle, I could see the distich and lady friend in the mirror. They were still looking at me.

I decided to crouch over a bit to expect at the skirt at the front. This meant that it rode up my tail end giving them a skillful view of my ass. future I turned to face them then looked back over my shoulder, into the mirror to see that binding of the dress. That showed them my pussy and proved that I wasn't wearing a thong.

The shop assistant came over and asked what I thought. Grabbing the figurehead of the top piece, I pulled it out and down off my tits."It's not very good,"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 nanny kit ?"

I declined the offer and went and got changed. When I got out, I gave the help the housemaid's outfit and left hand. As I walked up the stair to the reason floor I was followed by the 2 girls. I heard one of them say,"Look, she wasn't wearing any knee pants because she hasn't got any."Then they giggled again.

I wandered around a bit more and got whistled at by a brace of workman in a hole in the route. It was my geological fault for standing so close to the bound of the hole.

When I finally made it back to the hotel, Jon was already in the room. My bum got 20 slaps for not being there when he got back.

Jon took me to the dramaturgy and a meal that night. I didn't think that much of the play, but the food was dependable. Before we went out, Jon told me to carry my towel to the cascade elbow room. It was a wasted naked walk as no one saw me.

The naked walk that I took later that Night wasn't wasted. The quantity of wine that I had with the meal made me a bit braver and when Jon told me to go and get him a snow from the machine near the heave, 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 purse and went out into the corridor. As soon as I turned the first corner I saw this elderly distich walking towards me. The saying on their faces was large, 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 first."Doing it for a dare."I said."Oh, right then."The old man said.

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

I decided to explore a bit and went a different way. The turmoil of being naked in an almost public place where I could get caught at any minute was getting my pussy tingling again.

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

The floor below was deserted when I stepped out of the stairwell. I was about half way to the lift when a unanimous group of teenager came out of the threshold to the lifts. There must have been over a dozen of them, all about 15 or 16 and both boys and girls. ‘ 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 eye of them. I noticed that one of the young woman had a traumatise construction on her face, and was holding a hand over her mouthpiece as she stared at me. I felt good.

At the nip and tuck, I decided to go up the floor in the lift rather than use the steps. The excitation of not knowing who might be in the face lift when the room access opened was getting my pussy excited.

It seemed to make years for the lift to come in, and when the threshold opened there was a couple about my age in there. He stared and kept staring with a white look, but her surprisal turned to a big smile."Dare or a bet ?"she said."Dare."I said as I walked in. I stood facing them as the lift 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 enamour an early train so it was a straightaway elan to the toilet and shower. I did it with my towel over my arm, and the only when person I saw was a miss fellow member of staff delivering some breakfasts. She just stared at me.

Going out of the metro at St. Pancras, Jon told me to get on the moving stairway before him. He then held up the waiting line for a instant before stepping out of the way. When I turned round to see where Jon was, there was a gap of about 8 empty stair, then a man staring straight up my dress. When I was facing upwards he must birth see my ass, and when I turned to look for Jon he must have seen my pussy. I saw him solve his back talk. At the top he said,"Hi, on your own ?"By that meter Jon was there, he grabbed my arm and we went for the train.

fountainhead, that's how our little trip to John Griffith Chaney went. I have other adventures that Jon's told me to document. I'm sure that Jon will get me to publish all of them on my web Thomas Nelson Page as and when he's record them and is happy with them.

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