first appearance

Hi, my name is Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound human body with blondish hair. In 1998 I quit my dull existence in a piddling townspeople in north welt and went to work as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East Midland of England. It was a brave decision to attain as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advert in a BDSM powder store that soul had left in the hairdresser where I worked. I didn't really know what I was letting myself in for, but I really did postulate to do something because my spirit was so drab and boring. Even the interview for the job was unbelievable, but I was so desperate to change my lifespan 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 lifetime, and he has since created a web web site that it is published on.

If you care to read my journal you will notice that my relationship with Jon is rather different to that of nearly employee and employer, but I have easily come to realise that I have a life story that just could not be more gratify or enjoyable. I love my life and all the short risky venture that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a piffling 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-scale ( ish ), irreverent tit that have minor aureoles and giant pap. When they're hard Jon says they're like chapel hat pegs. I have a nice house, flat breadbasket with a pubic bone that does beat out a bit. In my purulent 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 inch long with a little round head. Jon sometimes calls it my little pecker. I don't own any bras, knickerbockers, pant, leggings or shorts ; and 90 % of my skirts and clothes 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 not bad rush from letting former people see my body.

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

Jon told me to kibosh 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 piddling adventures or incidents that we could construct to have some fun. We've found one or two stories that appear to be slightly rewritten written matter of some of the text edition in my journal, and one or two that are very interchangeable to some of the adventures that we've had and that I've written about in my diary. At first I was a bit pissed off about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that someone thought our adventures were good enough to imitate. I've started thinking that way as well.

Vanessa's 2003 Summer vacation

Hi, it seems quite a long time 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 save about some of the wind up ‘ events'that took place.

It all started on the eve of Friday 15th August. First of all Jon arrived menage from work in a big 4x4. He said that he'd borrowed it for a while. Nothing more was said until a couple of minute later Bridie arrived with a suitcase in her deal. It was then that Jon told me that we were going camping in the southward of French Republic and Spain for duet of workweek. There's nothing new in me being the last to know about vacation, in fact I like the sudden surprise of being in ‘ formula'mode one minute, then being on the way to the sun next. It seems more exciting.

That evening we loaded up the car and Jon went through the clothes and former thing that Bridie and I wanted to admit. As common, Jon removed a few items before all three of us went to bed together.

The alert went off at 3 in the sunup and I went for a exhibitor. I went to get breakfast prepare leaving Bridie bouncing up and down on Jon. Because it was so other Jon told Bridie and me not to rag with any clothes and we set off. Being naked in the car didn't botheration me, but Bridie was a piffling worried as she hasn't had much experience of been naked in a moving car.

On the parkway down to Dover we had a not bad time catching up on all the happenings since we last-place saw Bridie. She's still having problems finding the mightily man. She rarely has problems getting the get-go few dates, but as soon as they want to get more serious they all start expecting her to start wearing underclothes and recollective skirt. Jon told her that the next prison term she meets a man that she really fancies, to bring him snipe to our house. Jon said that he'd let the cat out of the bag some sense into the man.

Anyway, after a none eventful private road we stopped just outside Dover for a stretch and for Bridie and me to put a dress on. It still amazes me the way automobilist parkway round in their own little domain not noticing what's going on in the other motorcar on the roadstead. It's as if they get tunnel visual modality when they get into a car and only see what's directly in front man of them.

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

The initiative really awful events were the freeway Toll pay booths. Being a Brits vehicle its right hand drive which meant that it was whoever was in the forepart passenger seat had to pay the tolls. Not a lot of a job when Jon was in that seat, although at least one price collector noticed a raw female driver, the real fun was when Bridie or I were in that seat.

At one catch in an Aires just south of capital of France Jon decided that it was metre that I was restrained into the back behind. Bridie spent about 10 proceedings roping my ankles to the nominal head head restraint and my articulatio radiocarpea to the binding seat-belt backbone points. Just to finish-off the job a vibe was placed where it belongs and I had to pass a pair of hours getting all worked-up and cumming a few sentence as Bridie kept turning the speed up and down. That was the first time that the second keister of that 4x4 got wet with my snatch juices.

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

It was in force to get over the Pyrenees and down into that really ardent clime. It just makes me feel so good - a dissimilar goodness to the one I've just described above. Not that the Midland on England has been that bad ( for a alteration ) these last match of calendar month. I've spent a few Clarence Day improving my all-over tan when Jon left me restrained to the scaffolding framing with only a masking of sun tan lotion to hide my reserve ( ha ).

Anyway, the get-go campsite was about 100 international nautical mile south of Barcelona. It was quite crowded and the pitches were quite little. We gave one or two men a bit of a thrill as we bent over quite a lot putting the tent up. The other thing was that Jon told us we had to use the men's shower bath every day, and not to mesh the doors. We gave a few men a pleasant surprise. The other thing about the showers was that I have these towels that when I wrap them round me they don't quite sports meeting. They leave a strip of bare anatomy all the way up to the trivial fixing that stop them from falling off. Another thing is that they are not very long. When I fasten them just above my little breast they just come down to the top of my pussy. The slim plication or even when I walk shows 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 interesting ‘ event'that took place around that time was when we went to a naturist beach. It was quite crowded when we got there and as we walked alone the water supply's edge looking for somewhere to put our towels down Jon suddenly stopped us and said that he had an idea. Apparently he'd remembered something that had happened to him when he'd gone on a vacation to a Greek island with some of his mates. He told us that he wanted Bridie and me to recreate it using a 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 promontory. As I lay my towel down I bent over so that my cunt was fully visible to them. I saw ( and heard ) one of them let his fellow 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 lotion and lay down with my feet well apart so that they had a great view.

For the following 30 minutes I slowly worked myself up thinking about them. Every minute or so I'd facial expression over to them or hazard to scratch an urge that slowly go closer and closer to the inside of my pussy. By the clip that Bridie arrived I was actually scratching my clit and putting a digit inside.

When Bridie arrived she followed Jon's book of instructions to the varsity letter. She said, ‘ Hi'to me then smiled at the grouping of men. Next she peeled her dress off and stood with her feet either English of my drumhead facing the men. following she squatted down so that her snatch was just a few column inch from my face. I couldn't resist it ; I lifted my head and gave her little button a prompt motion picture with my knife. 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 couple of days and went on the tourist passenger vehicle. Phew was it hot in Barcelona, one of those big digital temperature / time displays said that it was 39 centigrade. We got off the caravan at Catalunya Square. The post is underneath the square which has a few strips of grass that people laid out on. We gave a few men a pleasant sight but had to be measured, as there were lots of policemen walking about.

We went into the big apartment computer memory ( can't remember the gens ) but it has slews of escalator clause. We left Jon outside and made sure 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 workshop called ‘ Fresh and Ready ’. When Bridie asked Jon what he was laughing about he said,"A good pussy is like a good sandwich, ‘ Fresh and Ready'”.

The succeeding ‘ outcome'was when we moved up the coast a bit and Jon took us to Universal Mediterranean Sea - Port Aventure. Jon told me to wear one of my hackamore tops that isn't quit long enough to cover the bottom of my white meat. As well as that I wore one of my bikini cover-up skirts ( without the bikini bottoms ), that doesn't quite meet at the side. Anyone who looks can assure that I've naught on underneath. Bride wore a belittled tube top and a twain of short circuit that I made for her a piece back. They're made out of one piece of thin, Stanford White Lycra, no seams or lining. The English are lace-up ( about a 2 inch gap ) and the length of them is such that at the back you can just see the top of the cleft of Bridie 's ass, and you can see the hindquarters of the cheeks of her ass as well. At the front they are so low that you would be able to see some of her pubic hair - if she had any.

Our legal brief attire didn't look out of place as there were lots of girls in bikinis there. Well we didn't look out of place until we'd been on any of the weewee ride. There are a mates of them that get you rather wet. When we got off them both solidifying of tit and brown circles round them were clearly visible and the crack of Bridie's pussy looked great. My wet little skirt tended to ride up at the front as I walked along. At one item Jon had to lay off me and pull it down because there were some young kids coming towards us.

Later on during the day Jon told us to go to the crapper and trade buttocks. I laced the boxers up tight and you could see my clit pushing the thin Lycra out. I've described what they don't cover of Bridie's, and I'm a bit bigger that her so you can ideate me what I was showing.



At Port Aventure there is a water ballpark called rib caribe, Jon took us there the next day. We didn't stay long, too many fry, but we did receive some fun on the water supply slides. I made sure that my side tie micro bikini wasn't fastened squarely and as a lay back on the big arctic pack my pussy was clearly visible to the parks assistants who helped you at the startle and where you came to a stop and someone had to push you to get you going again.



The next camping site had big hedges round each short sales pitch. We pitched the tent and parked the car at the front end leaving a big enclosed space behind. Jon told us that that we would involve that infinite later, but didn't say what for. After a relaxing next day on the beach Jon told me that I was going to be punished for making a yoke of misapprehension navigating us round out the capital of France ring road.

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

Jon then went to the car and got a cane out. He then proceeded to give me 20 cerebrovascular accident. 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 side by side duet of hours I was left there totally raw, with a backside that was burning, and a cunt that was aching for aid. The early thing was that the mosquitoes seemed to guess that I was their eve repast. I got twelve of bites but couldn't dent 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 attention of the ache in my pussy.

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

The entirely none gay day that we had was while we were on that site. We spent about of the time in the tent have a mini-orgy. A duo of times Jon sent me outside to mark on the tent guys - in the nude. One meter the French people were just returning from somewhere and I went out right at the awry ( no right field ) moment. At low they just stared, but after I smiled at them I saw a yoke of them smile back and one on the men winked at me.

The succeeding day was sunny again and Jon sent Bridie and me for a paseo along the long beach. The local authorities have been good and put a shower on the beach every few hundred meter. 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 piss's edge then up the beach to each of the shower bath in good turn. At the exhibitor we had to contract our skirts and tops off ( leaving us naked ), shower, and then put our bikinis on. At the next shower we had to take the bikinis off, shower then put our big top and doll on. It took near of the day, but we got some great attention.

That evening when Bridie was getting the evening repast gear up I was sat on Jon's lap while we were drinking some wine. I was only wearing a minute 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 char come to talk to us. I'm still not certain what she was talking about even though her English was good. It was a skilful 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 Nox. We stayed in one of the apartment. Two full twenty-four hour period, two office days and 3 Nox wearing nothing, going everywhere, and doing everything naked. Fantastic. Bridie had never been there before and she was amazed. By the first evening she was so slack. We talked about how ‘ natural'it felt, there was nada sexual 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 upshot there was going shopping and finding a boutique that sold the aphrodisiac clothing I have ever seen. Jon spotted these nipple clinch and clitoris clamps. Needless to say that he bought some, but not before he got the woman sales supporter to show us how they fitted. When Jon asked her she was silent for a minute, 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 clamp touched me and squeezed my nipple forward. By the time the second one was in place my kitty-cat was getting well lubricated.

The woman told me to sit up on the board and lean back on my elbow, right there in the middle of the shop. We were the only customers in there to start off with, but it wasn't long before we had an hearing both alfresco and inside the shop.

The clitoris clinch is like an odd shaped hair-grip, but a log stronger. The out-of-doors end of it has 2 picayune pack to make it sluttish to manage, but they are office so that the fitter's finger are redress over your hole. As the char was putting it on one of her fingers went inside me for a second.

After it was fitted, Jon told me to stay like I was whilst he discussed the deservingness of the device. It hurt a bit, but it wasn't long before that pain turned into pleasure and I could birth easily stayed there watching the minor interview watching my pussy get surfactant and wetter.

As Jon told me to get down of the table he told Bridie to get on it. She looked storm and hesitated for a few seconds before jumping up and opening her legs. Jon picked up another clit clamp and started to fit it to her. She gasped as Jon played about with her pussy, pretending to have trouble fitting it. I know that Bridie's clit is humble 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 tabular array and we started looking at some of the clothes. Jon bought us each a attire that there is nowhere populace in England that we could jade them. They are just way too transparent, and there's no way that Jon would let us bust anything underneath. We did get a chance to wear them on one of the evenings that we were there.

We had to wear the button clinch and me the tit clamps for the rest of that day. I've previously said that I didn't get any sexual pleasance 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 reek my kitty-cat juices, I know that Bridie could.

That's about all the ‘ adventures'on that holiday, I'm sure that Jon will get me to write about others.

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