introduction

Hi, my name is genus Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound figure with blondish hairsbreadth. In 1998 I quit my boring world in a little town in North Wales and went to cultivate as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the E midland of England. It was a brave decisiveness to bring in as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advert in a BDSM mag that someone had left in the hairdressers where I worked. I didn't really hump what I was letting myself in for, but I really did need to do something because my life was so blue and drilling. Even the interview for the job was unlikely, but I was so dire to exchange my life that I did everything that was asked of me, and I was finally offered the job.

Shortly after starting the job my employer ( Jon ) told me to spell a Journal of my new lifetime, and he has since created a web site that it is published on.

If you care to read my journal you will discover that my relationship with Jon is rather different to that of almost employee and employer, but I have easily come to realise that I have a life that just could not be more fulfil or enjoyable. I love my life and all the little adventures that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a niggling bit of whisker that grows on my leg, I have no body hair below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with belittled ( ish ), pert chest that have small gloriole and monster mammilla. When they're operose Jon says they're like chapel hat pegs. I have a squeamish business firm, matt abdomen with a pubic bone that does stick out a bit. In my purulent rim I have 2 little Au rings that Jon put in me. My clit is very outstanding and is usually sticking out between my brim. It's about an inch long with a little round head. Jon sometimes calls it my little cock. I don't own any bras, knickers, pant, leggings or trunks ; and 90 % of my annulus and wearing apparel 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 keen quiver from letting other people see my body.

I hope that's enough to live up to the hoi polloi 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 summertime 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 invent to sustain some fun. We've found one or two taradiddle that appear to be slightly rewritten copies of some of the text in my daybook, 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 mortal thought our dangerous undertaking were unspoiled enough to copy. I've started thinking that way as well.

Vanessa's 2003 summer Vacation

Hi, it seems quite a tenacious time since I wrote about any of our adventures. Jon thought so as well, and when we got back from this summer's vacation he told me to compose about some of the energise ‘ issue'that took place.

It all started on the evening of Friday 15th August. first of all Jon arrived home from work in a big 4x4. He said that he'd borrowed it for a while. Nothing more was said until a couple of time of day later Bridie arrived with a suitcase in her handwriting. It was then that Jon told me that we were going camping in the south of France and Spain for span of week. There's aught new in me being the last to screw about holidays, in fact I like the sudden surprise of being in ‘ convention'manner one moment, 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 other matter that Bridie and I wanted to hire. As usual, Jon removed a few token before all three of us went to bed together.

The alarm clock went off at 3 in the break of day and I went for a shower. I went to get breakfast ready leaving Bridie bouncing up and down on Jon. Because it was so former Jon told Bridie and me not to inconvenience oneself with any wearing apparel and we set off. Being naked in the car didn't hassle me, but Bridie was a lilliputian apprehensive as she hasn't had much experience of been naked in a moving car.

On the crusade down to capital of Delaware we had a capital time catching up on all the occurrence since we last saw Bridie. She's still having problems 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 annulus. Jon told her that the side by side fourth dimension she meets a man that she really fantasy, to bring him round to our house. Jon said that he'd spill the beans some signified into the man.

Anyway, after a none eventful drive we stopped just outside Dover for a stretch and for Bridie and me to put a wearing apparel on. It still amazes me the way motorist drive beat in their own little populace not noticing what's going on in the other cars on the roads. It's as if they get tunnel visual sensation when they get into a car and only see what's directly in front of them.

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

The showtime really awing issue were the state highway cost pay kiosk. Being a British fomite its right hand drive which meant that it was whoever was in the front passenger seat had to pay the tolls. Not much of a job when Jon was in that tail, although at least one toll aggregator noticed a raw female driver, the actual fun was when Bridie or I were in that seat.

At one plosive consonant in an Aire just south of Paris Jon decided that it was fourth dimension that I was restrained into the dorsum arse. Bridie spent about 10 instant roping my ankles to the front head restraint and my wrists to the indorse seat-belt anchor stage. Just to finish-off the job a vibration was placed where it belongs and I had to spend a span of hours getting all worked-up and cumming a few times as Bridie kept turning the speed up and down. That was the first time that the back posterior of that 4x4 got wet with my pussycat juices.

You should have seen the face of the toll accumulator when Bridie drew attending to herself and then pointed to me enough prison term so that the bell accumulator looked into the back rear end. It didn't aid that Jon wound down the back windowpane and went at escargot speed until I was out of sight.

It was beneficial to get over the Pyrenees and down into that really warm mood. It just makes me sense 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 net twain of months. I've spent a few days improving my all-over tan when Jon left me restrained to the scaffolding skeletal frame with only a covering of sun tan lotion to hide my modesty ( ha ).

Anyway, the maiden encampment was about 100 sea mile south of Barcelona. It was quite crowded and the pitches were quite small. We gave one or two men a bit of a chill 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 rain shower every day, and not to put away the threshold. We gave a few men a pleasant surprise. The other matter about the cascade was that I have these towels that when I wrap them flesh out me they don't quite sports meeting. They leave a funnies of bare flesh all the way up to the little fastening that stop them from falling off. Another affair is that they are not very long. When I fasten them just above my little chest they just come down to the top of my pussy. The flimsy flexure 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 interest ‘ event'that took place around that metre was when we went to a naturist beach. It was quite crowded when we got there and as we walked alone the water's edge looking for somewhere to put our towels down Jon suddenly stopped us and said that he had an approximation. Apparently he'd remembered something that had happened to him when he'd gone on a holiday to a Hellenic language 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 understructure were quite close to their heads. As I lay my towel down I bent over so that my pussy was fully seeable to them. I saw ( and heard ) one of them let his mates know that I was on exhibit. Next I turned to face them, smiled at them then pealed my wearing apparel slowly off. I then put some sun tan application and lay down with my fundament well apart so that they had a enceinte view.

For the future 30 transactions I slowly worked myself up thinking about them. Every hour or so I'd flavour over to them or make to expunge an scabies that slowly go closer and closer to the inside of my pussy. By the time that Bridie arrived I was actually scratching my clitoris and putting a finger inside.

When Bridie arrived she followed Jon's instructions to the letter. She said, ‘ Hi'to me then smiled at the group of men. Next she peeled her garb off and stood with her feet either side of my read/write head facing the men. Next she squatted down so that her kitty was just a few in from my nerve. I couldn't resist it ; I lifted my pass and gave her slight button 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 couple of solar day and went on the tourist charabanc. Phew was it hot in Barcelona, one of those big digital temperature / time show said that it was 39 centigrade. We got off the train at Catalunya second power. The post is underneath the square toes which has a few slip of pot that people laid out on. We gave a few men a pleasant view but had to be measured, as there were lots of policemen walking about.

We went into the big apartment store ( can't remember the gens ) but it has heap of escalators. We left Jon outside and made sure that band 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 safe pussy is like a good sandwich, ‘ Fresh and Ready'”.

The following ‘ outcome'was when we moved up the seacoast a bit and Jon took us to Universal Mediterranean - porthole Aventure. Jon told me to endure one of my hempen necktie tops that isn't quit long enough to get across the tush of my knocker. As well as that I wore one of my bikini cover-up skirts ( without the two-piece backside ), that doesn't quite meet at the side. Anyone who looks can severalise that I've nothing on underneath. Bride wore a small tube top and a pair of shorts that I made for her a while back. They're made out of one spell of thin, white Lycra, no seams or lining. The sides 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 chap of Bridie 's ass, and you can see the bottom 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 brief dress didn't look out of berth as there were Lot of girls in two-piece there. wellspring we didn't look out of place until we'd been on any of the weewee ride. There are a span of them that get you rather wet. When we got off them both lot of nipples and brown circles round them were clearly visible and the offer of Bridie's kitty-cat looked great. My wet piddling skirt tended to tease up at the figurehead as I walked along. At one point Jon had to quit me and pull it down because there were some young small fry coming towards us.

Later on during the day Jon told us to go to the toilets and swap bottoms. I laced the underdrawers up tight and you could see my clit pushing the thin Lycra out. I've described what they don't masking 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 supply park called rib piranha, Jon took us there the next day. We didn't stay long, too many kids, but we did hold some fun on the water slideway. I made sure that my side tie micro Bikini wasn't fastened squarely and as a lay back on the big rubber pack my slit was clearly visible to the parks assistants who helped you at the start and where you came to a stop consonant and someone had to push you to get you going again.



The succeeding campsite had big hedges round each little pitching. We pitched the collapsible shelter and parked the car at the nominal head 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 slow down succeeding day on the beach Jon told me that I was going to be punished for making a twosome of mistakes navigating us attack the French capital ring route.

After I'd cleaned-up after the evening meal Jon got a box out of the 4x4 and we went behind the collapsible shelter. There I had to take in my bikini top and footling mesh annulus off leaving me naked. Jon ( with Bridie's help ) then tied my wrists and mortise joint to the 2 tree diagram. My ft were stretched as far apart as they will go without me falling over ( not that I could ). Next Jon fastened a ball-gag in property saying that he didn't want my screams and moan disturbing the neighbours, some of who were only a few feet from us.

Jon then went to the car and got a cane out. He then proceeded to give me 20 strokes. 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 succeeding couple of hours I was left there totally naked, with a butt that was burning, and a pussy that was aching for attention. The other affair was that the mosquitoes seemed to think that I was their evening repast. I got dozens of bites but couldn't scrawl even one.

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

Another one of the campsites was ‘ open-plan ’. It only had nook markers for each of the pitches. We were between a Dutch aged distich and 2 French men with 3 Gallic women ( all in one tent ). The Dutch yoke stayed by their tent for nigh of the day and the woman was topless all the time - just like us. No big deal, but her titty were very house, I just hope that mine are still that business firm when I get to her age.

The but none cheery day that we had was while we were on that internet site. We spent nigh of the time in the tent have a mini-orgy. A pair of times Jon sent me outside to check on the tent guys - in the nude. One time the Daniel Chester French people were just returning from somewhere and I went out right at the wrong ( no right field ) here and now. At maiden they just stared, but after I smiled at them I saw a couple of them smile back and one on the men winked at me.

The next day was sunny again and Jon sent Bridie and me for a paseo along the prospicient beach. The topical anaesthetic authorities have been full and put a shower on the beach every few hundred metre. Jon told us to walk right to one end of the beach then right to the other end. As we went we had to take the air along the water's border then up the beach to each of the shower bath in spell. At the exhibitioner we had to take our skirt and tops off ( leaving us bare ), shower, and then put our bikinis on. At the next cascade we had to take the two-piece off, shower then put our circus tent and dame on. It took most of the day, but we got some great attention.

That evening when Bridie was getting the eve meal ready 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 wench. 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 woman make out to spill the beans to us. I'm still not sure enough what she was talking about even though her side was good. It was a good job that Bridie and Jon could concentrate on the conversation. I can still see that knowing grinning that she gave me after she'd stared at us for a twain of seconds.

On the way back from Kingdom of Spain, Jon took us to Cap d'Agde for 3 nights. We stayed in one of the flat. Two full phase of the moon days, two part days and 3 Nox wearing goose egg, going everywhere, and doing everything naked. Fantastic. Bridie had never been there before and she was amazed. By the starting time eve she was so unwind. We talked about how ‘ natural'it felt, there was nil sexual about just being naked there, except when Jon started invading our soundbox, or we saw someone else indulging in some sexual fun.

The most memorable event there was going shopping and finding a boutique that sold the sexiest wearable I have ever seen. Jon spotted these nipple clamps and clit clinch. phonograph needle to say that he bought some, but not before he got the woman sales helper to show us how they fitted. When Jon asked her she was silent for a arcminute, 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 clinch touched me and squeezed my mammilla forward. By the time the second one was in station my pussy was getting well lubricated.

The woman told me to sit up on the table and tip back on my elbow joint, right there in the centre of the store. We were the only customer in there to embark on off with, but it wasn't long before we had an interview both out of doors and inside the shop.

The clit clamp is like an odd shaped hair-grip, but a log stronger. The unresolved end of it has 2 minuscule rings to micturate it soft to handle, but they are emplacement so that the fitter's finger are flop over your maw. As the charwoman was putting it on one of her fingers went inside me for a second.

After it was fitted, Jon told me to ride out like I was whilst he discussed the merits of the device. It hurt a bit, but it wasn't long before that pain turned into joy and I could have easily stayed there watching the minuscule interview watching my pussy get bedwetter and wetter.

As Jon told me to get down of the tabular array he told Bridie to get on it. She looked surprised 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 slit, pretending to give birth trouble fitting it. I know that Bridie's clit is little 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 table and we started looking at some of the clothes. Jon bought us each a dress that there is nowhere populace in England that we could wear them. They are just way too transparent, and there's no way that Jon would let us outwear anything underneath. We did get a fortune to wear them on one of the evening that we were there.

We had to get into the clit clamps and me the nipple clamps for the repose of that day. I've previously said that I didn't get any intimate delight walking around Cap d'Agde naked, but with those clinch 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 pussycat succus, 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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