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Hi, my public figure is genus 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 wearisome creation in a little town in North Wales and went to go as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the eastward Midlands of England. It was a brave conclusion to wee 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 take to do something because my living was so drab and boring. Even the interview for the job was unbelievable, but I was so desperate to exchange my life story 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, and he has since created a web website that it is published on.

If you care to read my Journal you will discover that my kinship with Jon is rather unlike to that of most employee and employer, but I have easily come to realise that I have a life-time that just could not be more satisfying or pleasurable. I love my life and all the short adventures that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a minuscule bit of hair that grows on my legs, I have no trunk hair below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with small ( ish ), pert breasts that have modest aura and giant nipples. When they're grueling Jon says they're like chapel service hat wooden leg. I have a nice firm, flat belly with a pubic ivory that does stick out a bit. In my pussy mouth I have 2 piddling Au rings that Jon put in me. My clit is very large and is usually sticking out between my back talk. It's about an inch long with a petty round head. Jon sometimes calls it my lilliputian gumshoe. I don't own any bras, pants, trousers, leggings or short ; and 90 % of my skirt and frock can be described as mini or micro. I used to be a very shy girl, but I've now gone completely the other way, and get a enceinte thrill from letting early people see my body.

I hope that's enough to gratify 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 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 thought for minuscule adventures or incidents that we could manufacture to throw 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 adventures that we've had and that I've written about in my diary. At low I was a bit annoyed about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that individual thought our dangerous undertaking were good enough to copy. I've started thinking that way as well.

Vanessa's 2003 Summer Vacation

Hi, it seems quite a long clip since I wrote about any of our adventures. Jon thought so as well, and when we got back from this summer's holiday he told me to write about some of the commove ‘ events'that took place.

It all started on the evening of Friday 15th Aug. First of all Jon arrived base from employment in a big 4x4. He said that he'd borrowed it for a while. Nothing more was said until a duet of hours later Bridie arrived with a suitcase in her hand. It was then that Jon told me that we were going camping in the south of French Republic and Spain for span of weeks. There's zilch new in me being the cobbler's last to bed about holidays, in fact I like the sudden surprise of being in ‘ normal'fashion one hour, then being on the way to the sun adjacent. It seems more exciting.

That evening we loaded up the car and Jon went through the clothes and early things that Bridie and I wanted to deal. As usual, Jon removed a few items before all three of us went to bed together.

The alarm system went off at 3 in the forenoon and I went for a shower. I went to get breakfast ready leaving Bridie bouncing up and down on Jon. Because it was so early Jon told Bridie and me not to bother with any clothes and we set off. Being naked in the car didn't annoyance me, but Bridie was a little apprehensive as she hasn't had practically experience of been naked in a moving car.

On the effort down to Dover we had a great time catching up on all the happenings since we last saw Bridie. She's still having trouble finding the right man. She rarely has job getting the first few dates, but as soon as they want to get more unplayful they all start expecting her to start wearing underwear and longer skirts. Jon told her that the future metre she meets a man that she really fantasy, to bring him round to our sign of the zodiac. Jon said that he'd talk some sense into the man.

Anyway, after a none eventful drive we stopped just exterior capital of Delaware for a stretchiness and for Bridie and me to put a wearing apparel on. It still amazes me the way motorist drive round of drinks in their own little earth not noticing what's going on in the early cars on the roads. It's as if they get tunnel vision when they get into a car and only see what's directly in front man of them.

After a none eventful Channel carrefour we stopped at a big crossway supermarket in Calais to meet up with cheap diesel ( well, tacky than England ), and get some Euros. Jon also told Bridie and me to ‘ get-em off'again as we started off on the long haul south.

The initiatory really awe-inspiring events were the Motorway Toll pay booths. Being a British fomite its right hand drive which meant that it was whoever was in the movement passenger seat had to pay the toll. Not much of a problem when Jon was in that seat, although at least one toll accumulator noticed a au naturel female person device driver, the real fun was when Bridie or I were in that seat.

At one stopover in an Aires just south of French capital Jon decided that it was time that I was restrained into the rearward seat. Bridie spent about 10 minutes roping my mortise joint to the social movement headrests and my wrists to the plump for seat-belt anchor points. Just to finish-off the job a vibe was placed where it belongs and I had to spend a couple of hours getting all worked-up and cumming a few prison term as Bridie kept turning the speed up and down. That was the starting time time that the back tail end of that 4x4 got wet with my kitty juices.

You should have seen the face of the toll collector when Bridie drew attention to herself and then pointed to me enough times so that the cost collector looked into the back derriere. It didn't helper that Jon wound down the back window and went at snail stop number until I was out of sight.

It was good to get over the Pyrenees and down into that really warm climate. It just makes me feel so good - a different good to the one I've just described above. Not that the Midland on England has been that bad ( for a change ) these end twain of calendar month. I've spent a few Day improving my all-over tan when Jon left me restrained to the scaffolding build with only a screening of sun tan lotion to hide my reserve ( ha ).

Anyway, the starting time campground was about 100 international mile south of Barcelona. It was quite crowded and the lurch were quite low. We gave one or two men a bit of a thrill as we bent over quite a lot putting the tent up. The former thing was that Jon told us we had to use the men's rain shower every day, and not to lock the doorway. We gave a few men a pleasant surprise. The other thing about the shower bath was that I have these towels that when I wrap them round down me they don't quite meet. They leave a strip of bare flesh all the way up to the little fixing that stop them from falling off. Another thing is that they are not very long. When I fasten them just above my fiddling titty they just come down to the top of my pussy. The slightest bend or even when I walk appearance my bum and pussy. Great when I'm being followed. Bridie doesn't have that problem, unless she rolls the top over a bit.

The concern ‘ issue'that took place around that meter was when we went to a nudist beach. It was quite crowded when we got there and as we walked alone the water's boundary looking for somewhere to put our towels down Jon suddenly stopped us and said that he had an melodic theme. Apparently he'd remembered something that had happened to him when he'd gone on a holiday to a Greek island with some of his first mate. He told us that he wanted Bridie and me to repair it using a mathematical group of young men that were a bit along the beach from us. This is what he told us to do : -

I went on my own and lay my towel down near them so that my feet were quite close to their heads. As I lay my towel down I bent over so that my pussy was fully visible to them. I saw ( and heard ) one of them let his mates know that I was on display. future I turned to face them, smiled at them then pealed my dress slowly off. I then put some sun tan application and lay down with my invertebrate foot well apart so that they had a great view.

For the following 30 minutes I slowly worked myself up thinking about them. Every arcminute or so I'd look over to them or pretend to scratch an itch that slowly go closer and closer to the inside of my pussy. By the time that Bridie arrived I was actually scratching my button and putting a digit inside.

When Bridie arrived she followed Jon's command to the letter of the alphabet. She said, ‘ Hi'to me then smiled at the group of men. next she peeled her apparel off and stood with her feet either side of my head facing the men. next she squatted down so that her cunt was just a few inches from my typeface. I couldn't resist it ; I lifted my headland and gave her niggling clit a quick flick with my tongue. Bridie stood up a said quite loudly,"later lover ”. You should have seen the faces of the men. I saw one ‘ tent'deflate. With that we packed up and went to where Jon was.

We got the train into Barcelona a brace of days and went on the tourist omnibus. Phew was it hot in Barcelona, one of those big digital temperature / time displays said that it was 39 centigrade. We got off the geartrain at Catalunya second power. The post is underneath the second power which has a few strips of sens that people laid out on. We gave a few men a pleasant view but had to be careful, as there were lots of policemen walking about.

We went into the big apartment store ( can't retrieve the name ) but it has tons of escalators. We left Jon outside and made trusted that lots of men had a pleasant surprise.

As we were walking down one of the streets Jon suddenly burst out laughing. When he stopped we went into this sandwich shop called ‘ Fresh and Ready ’. When Bridie asked Jon what he was laughing about he said,"A good pussy is like a thoroughly sandwich, ‘ Fresh and Ready'”.

The side by side ‘ outcome'was when we moved up the coast a bit and Jon took us to Universal Mediterranean - Port Aventure. Jon told me to outwear one of my halter tops that isn't quit long enough to get across the bottom of my breasts. As well as that I wore one of my bikini cover-up chick ( without the Bikini bottoms ), that doesn't quite sports meeting at the side. Anyone who looks can tell that I've zippo on underneath. Bride wore a small pipe top and a span of short pants that I made for her a piece back. They're made out of one piece of music of tenuous, whiten Lycra, no seams or lining. The sides are lace-up ( about a 2 inch gap ) and the distance of them is such that at the back you can just see the top of the crack of Bridie 's ass, and you can see the bottom of the cheeks of her ass as well. At the front line they are so low that you would be able to see some of her pubic haircloth - if she had any.

Our legal brief attire didn't smell out of place as there were pile of girls in bikinis there. Well we didn't look out of place until we'd been on any of the water ride. There are a couple of them that get you rather wet. When we got off them both exercise set of mamilla and brown roundabout round them were clearly visible and the crack of Bridie's slit looked peachy. My wet little skirt tended to taunt up at the front as I walked along. At one full point Jon had to stop me and pull it down because there were some youthful kids coming towards us.

Later on during the day Jon told us to go to the toilets and swap buttocks. I laced the boxershorts up tight and you could see my clit pushing the flimsy Lycra out. I've described what they don't book binding of Bridie's, and I'm a bit bountiful that her so you can ideate me what I was showing.



At interface Aventure there is a water parkland called Costa Caribe, Jon took us there the next day. We didn't stay long, too many kids, but we did throw some fun on the water slides. I made sure that my side tie micro Bikini wasn't fastened squarely and as a lay back on the big rubber rings my pussy was clearly seeable to the common assistants who helped you at the start and where you came to a stop and someone had to push you to get you going again.



The side by side campsite had big hedges round each petty pitch. We pitched the tent and parked the car at the front leaving a big enclosed space behind. Jon told us that that we would need that space later, but didn't say what for. After a decompress side by side day on the beach Jon told me that I was going to be punished for making a couple of misapprehension navigating us brush up the Paris band road.

After I'd cleaned-up after the eve repast Jon got a box out of the 4x4 and we went behind the tent. There I had to take my bikini top and little mesh skirt off leaving me naked. Jon ( with Bridie's help ) then tied my wrists and ankles to the 2 Tree. My feet were stretched as far apart as they will go without me falling over ( not that I could ). Next Jon fastened a ball-gag in place saying that he didn't want my screams and groan disturbing the neighbours, some of who were only a few pes from us.

Jon then went to the car and got a cane out. He then proceeded to pay me 20 virgule. I was getting so close to cumming, but I guess that Jon realised that because he stopped. Then they left me there and went to the bar. During the following couple of hours I was left there totally naked, with a back end that was burning, and a kitty-cat that was aching for aid. The other thing was that the mosquitoes seemed to think that I was their level meal. I got dozens of bit but couldn't scratch even one.

When Jon and Bridie got back they untied me and I was sent for a shower. Thankfully when I got back Jon took tending of the ache in my pussy.

Another one of the campsites was ‘ open-plan ’. It only had box mark for each of the pitches. We were between a Dutch older couple and 2 French men with 3 French people women ( all in one tent ). The Dutch people couple stayed by their tent for nigh of the day and the woman was topless all the time - just like us. No big flock, but her breast were very firm, I just hope that mine are still that firm when I get to her age.

The only none sunny day that we had was while we were on that site. We spent most of the time in the collapsible shelter have a mini-orgy. A twosome of times Jon sent me outside to check on the tent cat - in the nude statue. One clip the French mass were just returning from somewhere and I went out right at the damage ( no right ) moment. At first they just stared, but after I smiled at them I saw a duet of them smile back and one on the men winked at me.

The future day was sunny again and Jon sent Bridie and me for a walking along the long beach. The local anaesthetic self-confidence have been good and put a exhibitioner on the beach every few hundred beat. Jon told us to walk right to one end of the beach then right to the other end. As we went we had to walk along the pee's edge then up the beach to each of the showers in turn. At the shower we had to strike our skirts and tip off ( leaving us naked ), shower bath, and then put our Bikini on. At the next shower we had to take the Bikini off, shower then put our whirligig and skirts on. It took most of the day, but we got some nifty attention.

That evening when Bridie was getting the evening meal quick I was sat on Jon's lap while we were drinking some wine-coloured. I was only wearing a arcminute bikini top and a little cover-up skirt. Jon was doing the usual when I sit on his lap - fucking me. The 3 of us were engrossed in conversation and didn't see the Dutch people woman come to talk to us. I'm still not sure what she was talking about even though her English language was good. It was a soundly job that Bridie and Jon could concentrate on the conversation. I can still see that knowing smile that she gave me after she'd stared at us for a couple of seconds.

On the way back from Spain, Jon took us to Cap d'Agde for 3 Night. We stayed in one of the flat. Two full phase of the moon days, two theatrical role days and 3 nights wearing nothing, going everywhere, and doing everything naked. Fantastic. Bridie had never been there before and she was amazed. By the first eventide she was so relaxed. We talked about how ‘ natural'it felt, there was nothing intimate about just being naked there, except when Jon started invading our bodies, or we saw someone else indulging in some sexual fun.

The most memorable consequence there was going shopping and finding a boutique that sold the aphrodisiac clothing I have ever seen. Jon spotted these tit clamp and button clinch. Needless to say that he bought some, but not before he got the cleaning lady sales assistant to exhibit us how they fitted. When Jon asked her she was silent for a mo, and then she looked me up and down, then said okay. I was pretty ‘ dry'and my nipples weren't all that big until the first base clamp touched me and squeezed my teat forward. By the prison term the second one was in place my pussy was getting well lubricated.

The cleaning lady told me to sit up on the table and lean back on my elbow, right there in the middle of the shop. We were the simply customer in there to bug out off with, but it wasn't long before we had an audience both outside and inside the shop.

The clitoris clamp is like an odd shaped hair-grip, but a log stronger. The subject end of it has 2 small tintinnabulation to make it easier to care, but they are positions so that the fitter's finger are veracious over your hole. As the woman was putting it on one of her finger went inside me for a second.

After it was fitted, Jon told me to stick like I was whilst he discussed the merits of the device. It hurt a bit, but it wasn't long before that bother turned into delight and I could take easily stayed there watching the small interview watching my pussy get wetting agent and wetter.

As Jon told me to get down of the table he told Bridie to get on it. She looked surprised and hesitated for a few arcsecond before jumping up and opening her wooden leg. Jon picked up another clit clinch and started to fit it to her. She gasped as Jon played about with her kitty-cat, pretending to throw fuss fitting it. I know that Bridie's clit is smaller than mine, but it was obvious that he was having some fun ( she later told me that he'd fingered her quite a bit ). When Jon eventually let the pressure on Bridie really did gasp.

Eventually Bridie got off the board and we started looking at some of the wearing apparel. Jon bought us each a garb that there is nowhere public in England that we could wear them. They are just way too transparent, and there's no way that Jon would let us wear anything underneath. We did get a chance to wear them on one of the evenings that we were there.

We had to jade the clit clamp and me the nipple clamps for the relief of that day. I've previously said that I didn't get any sexual pleasure walking around Cap d'Agde naked, but with those clamps doing their job there was no way that I wasn't thinking about sex. I'm sure that the people stood next to me in the shops could smell my pussy juices, I know that Bridie could.

That's about all the ‘ adventures'on that vacation, I'm sure that Jon will get me to drop a line about others.

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