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Hi, my name is Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound frame with blondish hairsbreadth. In 1998 I quit my boring macrocosm in a little town in North Wales and went to work as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the eastward 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 powder store 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 take to do something because my liveliness was so dismal and oil production. Even the interview for the job was unbelievable, but I was so desperate to transfer my life sentence 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 sprightliness, and he has since created a web site that it is published on.

If you care to learn my Journal you will give away that my relationship with Jon is rather different to that of most employee and employer, but I have easily come to take in 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 little bit of pilus that grows on my legs, I have no body hair below my cervix. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with small ( ish ), pert breasts that have small corona and giant nipples. When they're hard Jon says they're like chapel hat leg. I have a nice firm, compressed abdomen with a pubic bone that does stick out a bit. In my pussy lip I have 2 niggling gold mob that Jon put in me. My button is very salient and is usually sticking out between my sassing. It's about an inch long with a petty bout read/write head. Jon sometimes calls it my small peter. I don't own any bras, knickers, trousers, legging or shorts ; and 90 % of my skirts and wearing apparel can be described as mini or micro. I used to be a very shy female child, but I've now gone completely the other way, and get a smashing chill from letting other the great unwashed see my body.

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

Jon told me to stop writing my daybook in the summer of 1999, but has recently asked me to document, some of the more occupy experiences that we have had since then.

Both Jon and I have been scouring the Internet looking for ideas for little escapade or incidents that we could invent to deliver some fun. We've found one or two narration that appear to be slightly rewritten copy of some of the textbook in my Journal, 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 Journal. At first I was a bit annoyed about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that someone thought our adventures were estimable enough to simulate. I've started thinking that way as well.

The risky venture I'm about to describe happened in the summertime of 2000. The main part of the adventure took topographic point on the London subway, 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 London resistance in my diary, but although this risky venture is like, it was on a unlike occasion. Jon enjoyed the first time so much ( so did I ) that he took me back for a arcsecond go.

The London Underground

Jon sprung yet another surprise on me when he came home plate from body of work one Tuesday night and told me that he had a commercial enterprise meeting in London the next day. He'd decided to consume me to Jack London with him and impart me to resist 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 journeying down wasn't anything special and there were very few people on the gear. Jon had booked us into the trustee palace Hotel at Piccadilly Circus. It's not the skillful of hotels, but you can't get much more central without it costing you a hazard ( and Jon was paying, not his business ).

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 descend off ‘ accidentally ’.

Jon had a bad cephalalgia when we got there so we went to bed true away.

Jon woke me up at 6 o'clock the future dayspring 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 body it was only just long enough to cover my titty and bum ; and it was only just long enough to wrap over and tuck in. Not only would it take very picayune for it to un-tuck and descend off, when I put one leg in battlefront of me the whole of my side up passed my waist was showing.

The building is sort of triangular with snatch going off. You can walk assail the corridor and get back to your way without turning back on yourself. I hadn't needed to go to the loo the Nox 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 brave I decided to walk back to our room with the towel in my hand. Unfortunately I must cause been too early and never saw anyone. Jon told me I was a ‘ good missy'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 building opposite looked a bit of a trash dump. It turned out that it was the rachis of some posh shops in regent Street. They obviously didn't aid what the backrest looked like.

About 20 minute later Jon decided that he wanted a drink of blow. There wasn't a miniskirt bar in the elbow room 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 quiet when I put the money in the machine. As I was knack 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 bag in his hand. I put my empty hand on my pectus 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 spend a penny you leap, it's just that I was admiring your beautiful rear end."

He looked a prissy man so I pulled the towel off, said,"well what do you think of the battlefront end then ?"and walked passed him back to our elbow room. As I was walking away from him I heard him say,"Very nice my love !"

one-half an hour later Jon said it was time for a rain shower. He wrapped a towel round his waist and told me to put my towel on. As we walked down the corridor I could listen one or two people moving around. Just as we started turning one of the recession, Jon grabbed my towel and pulled. I gasped and bent down to beak it up. As I did, I looked along the corridor and saw a maid delivering breakfasts. She was looking at us with a smiling on her fount. Knowing that Jon wouldn't brain, I stood up and grabbed his towel. It came off as I said,"Two can play at that game."The maid's eyes opened astray and her jaw dropped as she saw Jon's bald pecker. 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 maiden and round the box. Her face was a exposure.

one shot the quoin, 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 exhibitor when another man came in, saw us, stared for a second 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 walk of life back to the elbow room was uneventful and we got dressed and went for breakfast. Jon put his courting on ready for his business confluence, and he told me to wear off just brake shoe and one of my thin, cotton plant dresses. The one that has a pocket presence, no sleeves and big armholes. I sometimes have bother keeping the shoulder strap on my shoulders in that one.

After breakfast we went for a ride on the Underground. The weather is always warmer in Jack London than in Derby, but it was a bit reinvigorated out. My teat were letting everyone know that it was fresh. When we went into the underground it was quite breezy as well. A pair of times I could feel my frock blowing up.

We got the train to Embankment station then got on the R-2 line. The first bit was only a couple of stations and I sat opposite a youth 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 legs so that he could see my pussy. poor people man went smart red, but he kept looking. When we got up to leave I looked to see if he had a hard-on, but the newspaper publisher was covering his lap.

Those of you who have read my Journal will know that I never cross my pegleg like nigh fair sex do, Jon won't let me.

As we got on the train at Embankment Jon told me to stand near door and hold onto one of those leather strap that hang down. I'm not very tall and I have to stretch to get through. My garb hemline got even higher on the side where my arm was stretched up. Because my clothes is loose-fitting, and has very big scooped armholes, anyone looking at my side that has my arm up would be capable to see all of that knocker, and a bit of the other one as well.

goose egg much happened to pop off with, except that I was getting a bit delirious anticipating what might pass. After about 3 or 4 station the train got busier. I'd watched one Pres Young man stare at me as he got on, and he stood snug to me watching my little unexpended breast coggle a bit as the wagon train rattled along.

Things got a bit more interesting at the following station, 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 move and there was a man pressed up against my rear, and another in front of me. He was facing me and bow 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 nipples ( the breeze and the fervor was keeping them voiceless ).

After a minute or so I felt a hand on my right thigh, just gently at low, but when the owner was confident that I wasn't going to shout or something, the helping hand started moving up under my dress. It went all the way up to my waistline, and then had a slight feel troll. I guess that he was trying to receive some knickers.

The hand then moved round to my bum and the body that had been pressing into my backbone, wasn't any more. My right ass impertinence got squeezed before the helping hand drifted down between my legs to my snatch. Just as it got there, the string 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 front of me was still looking down my dress, 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 excited - to say the least.

As the train started to move off, I felt the hand again. This time it went straight between my legs to my kitty. There was a moment's interruption when the owner found out how wet I was, or was it because the hired man found the two little gold rings in my twat lips. Whatever, the interruption was only for a instant before the fingers 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 lens so I smiled. I think I blushed a bit as well. The fingers started to pump in and out of me and my hips started to propel in response to the stimulant. I closed my middle to just enjoy the whiz and was biting my tail lip when I opened my eye again to see the face of the man in front of me. He had a puzzled expression on his brass and was sniffing the air. I sniffed and realised that he smelt my snatch juices. I felt a bit obstruct and proud, both at the same time.

The digit were just getting me skinny to cumming when the train slowed and stopped at the following station. The fingers stopped moving, but didn't go out of me. Instead I felt his hand grip part of my good impudence and hold me there.

Again masses got off and on, and it was still crowded, neither the man in front of me, nor the one behind had moved. As the train started to move off I looked up and down the pram. Although there was a bunch where I was, there was lot of space in the rest of the carriage. There were even some exempt buns 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 well at it. The man in nominal head of me knew what was happening and had a big grin on his face. As the waves hit me I leaned forward a bit and my stomach felt what was probably the man's hard-on. I did need to strain in between us and squeeze it, but I thought I 'd better not.

The fingers in my purulent knew I'd cum but were still going in and out. They kept going even when the train stopped in the next place, and shortly after that I came for a second metre. That time I did pull off to stop any racket escaping from my back talk, 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 backside as the deal withdrew.

The train pulled into another place and I suddenly realised that both men had gone. I was alone, but a few the great unwashed were looking at me. I did a quick bridle and my clothes was still covering my pussy, ass and tits - just. So they were either looking at my branch ( some of them hoping my garb would go just that bit in high spirits ) ; or they had been watching what was going on. I didn't fear which.

I stood there on my own as the train went on to the future place. There some noisy youth got on and started fooling around where I was. A couplet of them were looking at me. One moved close to me and lifted the front of my dress."Nice pussy ”, he said as another of them took some interest in me. One of them said,"Let's have a look at your bosom then."When I didn't move he said,"okey then, I'll get them out for you."With that he put a hand inside the armholes of my garb and pulled it into the middle of my chest. Both my petty white meat were out. Another of them said,"Bloody hell, look at those nipples."( Well, they were rock hard from the piece of cake and the turmoil ).

Next, another of them lifted the hem of my attire 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 oculus of the tallest of the youth he said,"I think that's enough fun for this morning valet. The lady's getting a bit frightened ; and none of us want any fuss, DO WE ?"

I think it was the surprisal that person had stood up to them that shut them up, they just stood there. The young who was holding my dress up round my waist let go of it. It fell back into position.

No one at that end of the carriage said a word. All eyes were looking at us. It seemed corresponding hours, but it must have only been a minute before the train stopped at the next place. 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 dress breast head start to move back over my breasts. Just round a niche off the political 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 next train and Jon sat me down side by side to him. A couple of stations later he told me that that was his station for his coming together. Giving me my pocketbook out of his briefcase, he told me to ride out sat down until the caravan got back to Embankment ; then to go back to the hotel. He told me that he'd be back sometime late afternoon.

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

Walking out of the subway system at Piccadilly genus Circus, the tender sunshine and the hustle 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 Warren E. Burger male monarch ; I decided to have a Burger. I got it then looked for a tabular array. There were none spare downstairs, so I went upstairs. When I got there I saw that there are 2 storey of mesa. The floor of the speed storey at the front of the eatery is about at the superlative of the tables at the lower level. On the sharpness of the pep pill level is a railing with not very wide blade bars. Tables are mighty up to the rail on both pep pill and downcast floor. The end solution is that someone sat at a table on the humble level has their head at knee story of someone sat at a tabular array on the upper stage.

It took me only seconds to bring in that it was a favourable opportunity for me to flash my pussy at people on the lower level.

There wasn't a table at the sharpness of the upper level free when I first got there, so I went to a relinquish table near where I thought someone would be finishing soon. A few minutes later the couple did culture and I moved in. I looked down and saw that there was a Cy Young couple 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 human knee were broad apart as my bum hit the posterior. Pretending to afford my bag of microprocessor chip, I glanced down and saw that he was having a in force look. His head was about a foot from my genu and it was well-heeled for him to seem over and see all the way up to my pussy.

I sat there slowly feeding and not turning my forefront his way. He must have had the impression that I didn't take 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 stunned thing when he thought he should be saying something. The womanhood 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 60 minutes to end up that burger, chips and coke. I was surprised that I didn't get thrown out. In that sentence I flashed one teenage miss, one middle-aged man and young distaff member of staff who came to strip 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 handler to come and throw 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 workshop, but only had some fun in one of them. An Ann summer shop class. For those of you who have never heard of Ann Summers, she runs a strand of shops and household political party. All selling items to form peoples sex sprightliness More interesting.

The land floor part of the shop wasn't very interesting, but downstairs they have flock of dildos, leather stays, whip and aphrodisiac clothes. After feeling the texture of some of the dildos, I saw a French people Maid's outfit. I thought it was quite cute. I lifted it off the hook and was having a look 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 psyche and said,"Can I please, where's the changing room ?"

The changing way is a carrel at the dorsum of the workshop. It has a big drape for a door. Inside, my dress was off in second base and I stood there naked. I was just working out how to get into the little frock when the drapery opened and the man said,"Need any help ?"I was a bit startled, and after a few seconds of looking at each early, I said,"No thank you,"and pulled the curtain closed.

Once I finally got the outfit on I looked at myself in the lilliputian mirror. It didn't fit me well. It was obviously made for a charwoman with big breasts. Mine were lost in there and the material just hung off my chest. The skirt constituent was unspoilt ; I liked the bed of lacing that made the black skirt 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 necessitate it off when I heard the man's spokesperson say,"There's a big mirror out here. You can get a better looking at at yourself."I was about to say ‘ no thank you'when I suddenly thought ‘ why not.'

In the main orbit of the shop there was the Male assistant, a brace of giggling. Older teenage daughter and a couple in their former 1920s. As I walked out the store help pointed to the mirror that was at the other side of the shop. I'd have to pass off all the the great unwashed to get there. The duet saw me world-class and watched me go by. Then the girls. They stopped giggling and stared as I stood in front of the mirror and smoothed the cloth down. As I turned from side to side, to see myself from all angles, I could see the couple and miss in the mirror. They were still looking at me.

I decided to turn away over a bit to face at the dame at the presence. This meant that it rode up my tail giving them a right aspect of my ass. side by side I turned to front them then looked back over my shoulder, into the mirror to see that back of the apparel. That showed them my pussy and proved that I wasn't wearing a thong.

The store helper came over and asked what I thought. Grabbing the front of the top part, I pulled it out and down off my tits."It's not very good,"I said,"it's been made for person who's got a lot to a greater extent up top that I have."“ Ah, yes, I can see that. How about a nurse turnout ?"

I declined the pass and went and got changed. When I got out, I gave the supporter the Maid's kit and left. As I walked up the step to the ground floor I was followed by the 2 girls. I heard one of them say,"look, 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 couple of workman in a mess in the route. It was my demerit for standing so close to the edge of the hole.

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

Jon took me to the theatre and a meal that night. I didn't think that much of the drama, but the food was honorable. Before we went out, Jon told me to carry my towel to the shower room. It was a macerate defenseless pass as no one saw me.

The bare walk that I took later that night wasn't wasted. The measure 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 political machine near the lifts, I didn't even think of putting any apparel on when I got out of bed after Jon had fucked me. I just grabbed my bag and went out into the corridor. As soon as I turned the beginning corner I saw this older distich walking towards me. The face on their faces was outstanding, a bit of shock and amazement. The noblewoman's mouth finally closed when I got right up to them. I thought she was going to say something so I got my rundle in first-class honours degree."Doing it for a dare."I said."Oh, decently 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 lift room access 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 turmoil of being naked in an almost public place where I could get caught at any moment was getting my pussycat tingling again.

I came to a set of stairs and decided to go down a level. 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 whole chemical group of adolescent came out of the door to the lifts. There must own 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 middle of them. I noticed that one of the missy had a shocked expression on her face, and was holding a deal over her mouth as she stared at me. I felt good.

At the lifts, I decided to go up the base in the lift rather than use the stairs. The fervour of not knowing who might be in the lift when the doors opened was getting my pussy excited.

It seemed to have ages for the lift to come, and when the door opened there was a twosome about my age in there. He stared and kept staring with a blank face, 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 heave 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 early train so it was a quick dash to the toilet and shower. I did it with my towel over my arm, and the lone soul I saw was a girl fellow 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 of arc before stepping out of the way. When I turned round to see where Jon was, there was a gap of about 8 empty stairs, then a man staring straight up my wearing apparel. When I was facing upwards he must have see my ass, and when I turned to attend for Jon he must have seen my pussy. I saw him bat his backtalk. 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.

wellspring, that's how our piffling misstep to British capital 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 pages as and when he's read them and is glad with them.

love

Vanessa