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Hi, my public figure is Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound design with blondish hair. In 1998 I quit my boring existence in a little Town in North Wales and went to crop 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 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 life was so olive-drab and boring. Even the interview for the job was unbelievable, but I was so do-or-die to change 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 sentence, and he has since created a web web site that it is published on.

If you care to learn my diary you will discover that my relationship with Jon is rather dissimilar 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 hearty or pleasurable. I love my life history and all the little adventure that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a little bit of hair that grows on my legs, I have no trunk fuzz below my cervix. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with small ( ish ), impertinent knocker that have small aureole and colossus nipples. When they're severe Jon says they're like chapel hat tholepin. I have a Nice firm, directly tummy with a pubic off-white that does pose out a bit. In my pussy lips I have 2 little gold rings that Jon put in me. My clit is very prominent and is usually sticking out between my lips. It's about an column inch long with a footling round headspring. Jon sometimes calls it my piddling putz. I don't own any bra, bloomers, pant, legging or shorts ; and 90 % of my chick and clothes can be described as mini or micro. I used to be a very shy girl, but I've now gone completely the former way, and get a large frisson from letting other citizenry see my body.

I hope that's enough to satisfy the multitude who asked. If it isn't, perhaps they would like to email me with particular 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 ideas for little adventures or incidents that we could manufacture to feature some fun. We've found one or two story that appear to be slightly rewritten copies of some of the school text in my daybook, 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 diary. At first I was a bit vexed 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 summertime of 2000. The independent piece of the escapade took berth on the John Griffith Chaney 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 dangerous undertaking that we had on the John Griffith Chaney Underground in my journal, but although this risky venture is like, it was on a dissimilar occasion. Jon enjoyed the first time so much ( so did I ) that he took me back for a minute go.

The London subway system

Jon sprung yet another surprisal on me when he came home from work one Tuesday Nox and told me that he had a patronage get together in Jack London the adjacent day. He'd decided to take me to John Griffith Chaney with him and go away me to fend for myself while he went to the meeting, 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 peculiar and there were very few people on the gearing. Jon had booked us into the Regent castle Hotel at Piccadilly 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 concern ).

The room that Jon booked doesn't have an en suite bathroom. I was a fiddling disappointed until Jon told me that his choice was deliberate so that I could walk around the corridors wearing only a towel, and then let it settle 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 adjacent 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 round my consistence it was only just long enough to cover my bosom and bum ; and it was only just long enough to roll over and tuck in. Not only would it take very little for it to un-tuck and flow off, when I put one leg in battlefront of me the unit of my side up passed my shank was showing.

The building is form of triangular with mo going off. You can walk polish up the corridor and get back to your way without turning back on yourself. I hadn't needed to go to the loo the dark 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 noblewoman loo and had a pee. Feeling a bit courageous I decided to walk back to our room with the towel in my hand. Unfortunately I must take been too early and never saw anyone. Jon told me I was a ‘ good girl'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 edifice inverse looked a bit of a dump. It turned out that it was the back of some posh shops in Regent Street. They obviously didn't charge what the back looked like.

About 20 minutes later Jon decided that he wanted a drink of coke. 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 ski tow ).

The corridor was deserted again, and all was quiet when I put the money in the machine. As I was bent over getting the can I get word a man say,"Very prissy dear, can you just stay like that for a while please ?"I was surprised, jumped up and turned round of golf. This middle-aged man as stood there with a traveling bag in his deal. I put my empty-bellied hand on my chest and said,"Oh, sorry, you startled me. I didn't think anyone else was up yet."He said,"Sorry, I didn't mean to lay down you leap, it's just that I was admiring your beautiful set up end."

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

half an hour later Jon said it was time for a shower. He wrapped a towel unit of ammunition his waist and told me to put my towel on. As we walked down the corridor I could find out one or two hoi polloi 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 amah delivering breakfasts. She was looking at us with a grin on her expression. Knowing that Jon wouldn't mind, 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 denudate dick. She just stared as Jon said,"right field then, wait until I get declare 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 look was a picture.

daily round the corner, a man in a dressing nightdress 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 secondment 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 pass back to the elbow room was uneventful and we got dressed and went for breakfast. Jon put his suit on ready for his business organization meeting, and he told me to wear just place and one of my thin, cotton wool dresses. The one that has a scoop front, no sleeve and big armholes. I sometimes have trouble keeping the shoulder strap on my shoulder joint in that one.

After breakfast we went for a drive on the tube. 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 resistance it was quite breezy as well. A duet of meter I could feel my frock blowing up.

We got the string to Embankment station then got on the traffic circle stemma. The low bit was only a duo of stations and I sat opposite a immature man who I could see was looking at me over the top of his newspaper. Not wanting to disappoint him I slowly opened my legs so that he could see my slit. poor people man went bright red, but he kept looking. When we got up to leave I looked to see if he had a erection, but the report was covering his lap.

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

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

zero much happened to begin off with, except that I was getting a bit stimulate anticipating what might happen. After about 3 or 4 post the train got busier. I'd watched one young man stare at me as he got on, and he stood close to me watching my slight left breast shimmy a bit as the train rattled along.

affair got a bit more matter to at the next station, multitude poured in, and I began to feel like a pilchard. A duad 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 deflect back a bit so that his boldness wasn't in mine. When I looked up at him he smiled and continued looking down my dress at my nipples ( the breeze 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 convinced that I wasn't going to hollo or something, the bridge player started moving up under my frock. It went all the way up to my waist, and then had a footling feeling round. I guess that he was trying to find some knickers.

The script then moved round to my bum and the physical structure that had been pressing into my back, wasn't any more. My redress ass cheek got squeezed before the hired hand drifted down between my legs to my puss. Just as it got there, the gear stopped at a station and the hand 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 dress, the man behind me was still there, and another man was stood at my give looking through the armhole of my frock. 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 deal again. This time it went straight between my wooden leg to my pussy. There was a second's pause when the proprietor found out how wet I was, or was it because the hired man found the two picayune golden closed chain in my pussy lip. Whatever, the pause was only for a moment before the fingers found my clit then went inside me.

I moaned a bit then looked up at the man in front man 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 pelvis started to move in response to the stimulation. I closed my eyes to just savor the aesthesis and was biting my bottom lip when I opened my eye again to see the human face 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 cunt succus. I felt a bit embarrassed and proud, both at the same time.

The finger's breadth were just getting me near to cumming when the train slowed and stopped at the next post. The digit stopped moving, but didn't go out of me. Instead I felt his manus grip part of my right cheek and hold me there.

Again the great unwashed got off and on, and it was still crowded, neither the man in front of me, nor the one posterior had moved. As the gear started to move off I looked up and down the baby buggy. Although there was a bunch where I was, there was plenty of blank space in the eternal sleep of the carriage. There were even some spare seats 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 coming arrived. I tried to stifle my moaning, but I wasn't that good at it. The man in front of me knew what was happening and had a big grin on his boldness. As the wafture hit me I leaned forward a bit and my stomach felt what was probably the man's hard-on. I did want to pass on in between us and squeeze it, but I thought I 'd better not.

The fingerbreadth 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 second clip. That time I did manage to stop any noise escaping from my oral fissure, but it was difficult.

The fingerbreadth stopped and just stayed inside me for a minute or so, then pulled out. I felt them being wiped on my fanny 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 arrest and my garb was still covering my kitty-cat, ass and tits - just. So they were either looking at my legs ( some of them hoping my frock would go just that bit higher ) ; or they had been watching what was going on. I didn't charge which.

I stood there on my own as the train went on to the future station. 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 wearing apparel."Nice cunt ”, he said as another of them took some interest in me. One of them said,"Let's have a flavour at your boob then."When I didn't move he said,"Okay then, I'll get them out for you."With that he put a deal inside the armholes of my wearing apparel and pulled it into the center of my chest. Both my little breasts were out. Another of them said,"Bloody hell, tone at those nipples."( Well, they were rock hard from the pushover and the exhilaration ).

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 youths he said,"I think that's sufficiency fun for this morning gentlemen. The lady's getting a bit terrified ; and none of us want any trouble, 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 garb up round my waist let go of it. It fell back into place.

No one at that end of the baby buggy said a word. All eyes were looking at us. It seemed care hour, but it must have only been a minute before the train stopped at the adjacent station. When the doors 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 part of my garb front start to incite back over my breast. Just round a box off the program, 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 side by side train and Jon sat me down next to him. A couple of Stations of the Cross later he told me that that was his station for his meeting. Giving me my pocketbook out of his briefcase, he told me to stay 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 tardily afternoon.

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

Walking out of the Underground at Piccadilly Circus, the warm sunshine and the fuss of people made me sense good. I didn't want to go back to the hotel room, and anyway, I was hungry.

Quite close to the hotel entree is a hamburger King ; I decided to have a Warren E. Burger. I got it then looked for a board. There were none free downstairs, so I went upstairs. When I got there I saw that there are 2 level of table. The floor of the upper spirit level at the front of the restaurant is about at the height of the mesa at the lower level. On the edge of the upper berth level is a railing with not very panoptic steel bars. table are right up to the railing on both upper and downcast story. The end result is that someone sat at a table on the lower stage has their head at knee level of someone sat at a table on the amphetamine level.

It took me only seconds to realise that it was a golden chance for me to winkle my kitty-cat at people on the lower berth level.

There wasn't a table at the edge of the upper level unfreeze when I first got there, so I went to a free table near where I thought soul would be finishing soon. A few minute of arc later the pair did finish and I moved in. I looked down and saw that there was a unseasoned duo on the table 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 house. My knees were widely apart as my bum hit the tail end. Pretending to spread out my bag of chips, I glanced down and saw that he was having a good looking. His head was about a foot from my human knee and it was easy for him to look over and see all the way up to my pussy.

I sat there slowly feeding and not turning my nous his way. He must have had the impression that I didn't understand what he was looking at. That was just what I wanted.

As I ate, I listened to their conversation. The man wasn't taking a good deal notice of what the woman was saying, and he was saying dullard affair when he thought he should be saying something. The 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 fetch up that burger, chips and C. I was surprised that I didn't get thrown out. In that time I flashed one teenage girl, one middle-aged man and young distaff phallus of staff who came to make 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 half expecting for the manager to total and throw off me out, but no one came.

Eventually I got bored and decided to go for a walk. I went up Regent Street and onto Oxford Street. I went into a few shops, but only had some fun in one of them. An Ann summer store. For those of you who have never heard of Ann summer, she runs a drawing string of workshop and home political party. All selling items to get to masses sex life more interesting.

The flat coat floor section of the shop wasn't very matter to, but downstairs they have loads of dildos, leather girdle, party whip and sexy clothes. After feeling the grain of some of the dildos, I saw a French people housemaid's outfit. I thought it was quite precious. I lifted it off the hook shot and was having a looking at at how it was made when the male shop 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 mind and said,"Can I delight, where's the changing room ?"

The changing room is a booth at the vertebral column of the shop. It has a big drapery for a door. inside, my clothes was off in seconds and I stood there naked. I was just working out how to get into the little frock when the curtain opened and the man said,"Need any help ?"I was a bit startled, and after a few seconds of looking at each other, I said,"No thank you,"and pulled the drapery 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 knocker. Mine were lost in there and the fabric just hung off my chest. The skirt part was good ; I liked the level of lacing that made the bootleg annulus go out at quite an angle. I knew that Jon would like the doll ; it only just covered my bum and pussy.

I was just deciding to require it off when I heard the man's vocalization say,"There's a big mirror out here. You can get a secure look 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 assistant, a couple of giggling. elder teenage girls and a span in their early XX. As I walked out the shop assistant pointed to the mirror that was at the other side of the workshop. I'd have to slip away all the people to get there. The couple saw me beginning and watched me go by. Then the girls. They stopped giggling and stared as I stood in front of the mirror and smoothed the stuff down. As I turned from side to side, to see myself from all angles, I could see the yoke and lady friend in the mirror. They were still looking at me.

I decided to deflect over a bit to search at the skirt at the front. This meant that it rode up my backside giving them a good sentiment of my ass. Next I turned to face them then looked back over my articulatio humeri, into the mirror to see that back of the dress. That showed them my puss and proved that I wasn't wearing a thong.

The shop assistant came over and asked what I thought. Grabbing the front of the top persona, I pulled it out and down off my tits."It's not very thoroughly,"I said,"it's been made for someone who's got a lot Sir Thomas More up top that I have."“ Ah, yes, I can see that. How about a Nurses getup ?"

I declined the offer and went and got changed. When I got out, I gave the helper the maidservant's getup and left. As I walked up the steps to the ground level I was followed by the 2 young woman. I heard one of them say,"flavor, 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 brace of working person in a maw in the road. It was my fault for standing so close to the sharpness of the hole.

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

Jon took me to the dramaturgy and a meal that nighttime. I didn't think that much of the play, but the food was good. Before we went out, Jon told me to have a bun in the oven my towel to the shower room. It was a wasted nude walkway as no one saw me.

The naked walking that I took later that Night wasn't wasted. The amount of wine 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 auto near the lifts, 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 handbag and went out into the corridor. As soon as I turned the starting time recession I saw this elderly match walk towards me. The construction on their faces was great, a bit of daze and amazement. The lady's rima oris 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, redress then."The old man said.

I made it to the C machine without anyone else seeing me, but as I was putting the money in, the aerodynamic lift door 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 unlike way. The excitement of being naked in an almost public situation 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 risk.

The floor below was deserted when I stepped out of the stairwell. I was about half way to the lift when a altogether radical of teenagers came out of the threshold to the lifts. There must take in been over a dozen of them, all about 15 or 16 and both son 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 middle of them. I noticed that one of the girls had a appalled expression on her face, and was holding a deal over her mouth as she stared at me. I felt good.

At the cosmetic surgery, I decided to go up the floor in the lift rather than use the step. The excitement of not knowing who might be in the rhytidoplasty when the doors opened was getting my pussy excited.

It seemed to consider geezerhood for the rhytidectomy to come, and when the doors opened there was a couple about my age in there. He stared and kept staring with a dummy cheek, but her surprise turned to a big smile."Dare or a bet ?"she said."Dare."I said as I walked in. I stood facing them as the raise went up the trading floor. As I walked out she said,"Bye, hope it was deserving it."“ Oh it was !"I said as I walked back to our room.

Next morning Jon wanted to see an early on train so it was a quickly flair to the lav and shower. I did it with my towel over my arm, and the only person 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 to see where Jon was, there was a gap of about 8 void stairs, then a man staring straight up my dress. When I was facing upwards he must ingest see my ass, and when I turned to look for Jon he must have seen my pussycat. I saw him lick 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 little trip to London went. I have other adventure that Jon's told me to document. I'm sure that Jon will get me to publish all of them on my web pages as and when he's understand them and is happy with them.

love

Vanessa