Introduction

Hi, my name is Vanessa. I was born in Dec 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound chassis with blondish pilus. In 1998 I quit my boring existence in a little town in North Wales and went to lick as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East Midland of England. It was a unfearing decisiveness to make as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advert in a BDSM clip 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 drab and boring. Even the interview for the job was incredible, but I was so despairing to switch my life history 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 web site that it is published on.

If you care to scan my daybook you will discover that my relationship with Jon is rather different to that of well-nigh employee and employer, but I have easily come to realise that I have a life sentence 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 hairsbreadth that grows on my ramification, I have no body pilus below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with small ( ish ), saucy breast that have minor glory and giant mammilla. When they're hard Jon says they're like chapel hat stick. I have a courteous firm, matt stomach with a pubic bone that does stick out a bit. In my kitty back talk I have 2 little gold rings that Jon put in me. My clitoris is very outstanding and is usually sticking out between my lips. It's about an column inch long with a picayune labialise head. Jon sometimes calls it my fiddling dick. I don't own any bras, knickers, trouser, legging or trunks ; and 90 % of my skirts and dresses can be described as miniskirt or micro. I used to be a very shy daughter, but I've now gone completely the other way, and get a great thrill from letting other people see my body.

I hope that's enough to fulfil the people who asked. If it isn't, perhaps they would like to e-mail me with particular questions.

Jon told me to finish writing my Journal 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 theme for little risky venture or incidents that we could invent to have some fun. We've found one or two chronicle that appear to be slightly rewritten copy of some of the text in my journal, 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 Journal. At first I was a bit annoyed about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that someone thought our adventures were unspoiled enough to copy. I've started thinking that way as well.

genus Vanessa's 2003 Summer Vacation

Hi, it seems quite a foresighted metre since I wrote about any of our risky venture. Jon thought so as well, and when we got back from this summertime's vacation he told me to publish about some of the shake ‘ events'that took situation.

It all started on the eve of Friday 15th August. outset of all Jon arrived home from work in a big 4x4. He said that he'd borrowed it for a piece. Nothing more was said until a twain of time of day later Bridie arrived with a travelling bag in her hand. It was then that Jon told me that we were going camping in the south of Anatole France and Spain for couple of weeks. There's nothing new in me being the last to sleep with about holiday, in fact I like the sudden surprise of being in ‘ normal'mode one minute, then being on the way to the sun side by side. It seems more exciting.

That evening we loaded up the car and Jon went through the wearing apparel and other things that Bridie and I wanted to convey. 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 morning and I went for a exhibitor. I went to get breakfast ready leaving Bridie bouncing up and down on Jon. Because it was so other Jon told Bridie and me not to rile with any wearing apparel and we set off. Being naked in the car didn't hassle me, but Bridie was a minuscule worried as she hasn't had much experience of been naked in a moving car.

On the movement 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 problems getting the maiden few day of the month, but as soon as they want to get more dangerous they all start expecting her to start wearing underwear and tenacious chick. Jon told her that the next time she meets a man that she really fancy, to bring in him round to our theatre. Jon said that he'd blab out some gumption into the man.

Anyway, after a none consequential driving force we stopped just extraneous Dover for a stretchability and for Bridie and me to put a wearing apparel on. It still amazes me the way motorist drive round in their own short man not noticing what's going on in the other railroad car on the roads. It's as if they get tunnel imagination 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 fill up up with cheap Rudolf Christian Karl 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 long haul south.

The first really puzzle consequence were the Motorway Toll pay John Wilkes Booth. Being a British people vehicle its right-hand hand drive which meant that it was whoever was in the nominal head passenger seat had to pay the toll. Not much of a problem when Jon was in that seat, although at least one cost collector noticed a naked female driver, the very fun was when Bridie or I were in that seat.

At one stop in an Aires just south of Paris Jon decided that it was time that I was restrained into the support seat. Bridie spent about 10 minutes roping my ankles to the front head restraint and my wrists to the back seat-belt ground tackle percentage point. Just to finish-off the job a vibration was placed where it belongs and I had to spend a mates of hours getting all worked-up and cumming a few times as Bridie kept turning the speeding up and down. That was the first sentence that the endorse rump of that 4x4 got wet with my slit juices.

You should have seen the nerve of the toll collector when Bridie drew attending to herself and then pointed to me enough times so that the toll collector looked into the plump for seat. It didn't help that Jon wound down the back windowpane and went at snail speeding until I was out of sight.

It was upright to get over the Pyrenees and down into that really warm climate. It just makes me feel so beneficial - a different good to the one I've just described above. Not that the Midland on England has been that bad ( for a modification ) these last couple of month. I've spent a few days improving my all-over tan when Jon left me restrained to the scaffolding skeleton with only a covering of sun tan lotion to hide out my modesty ( ha ).

Anyway, the offset campsite was about 100 geographical mile south of Barcelona. It was quite crowded and the tar were quite humble. 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 lock the doors. We gave a few men a pleasant surprise. The other matter about the shower was that I have these towels that when I wrap them attack me they don't quite meet. They leave a strip show of bare flesh all the way up to the little fasteners that stop them from falling off. Another matter is that they are not very long. When I fasten them just above my piddling white meat they just come down to the top of my pussy. The slightest twist or even when I walk shows my bum and pussy. Great when I'm being followed. Bridie doesn't have that job, unless she rolls the top over a bit.

The interesting ‘ issue'that took position 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's border 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 holiday to a Grecian island with some of his mates. He told us that he wanted Bridie and me to recreate it using a chemical group of Edward 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 unaired 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. next I turned to front them, smiled at them then pealed my dress slowly off. I then put some sun tan application and lay down with my ft well apart so that they had a bang-up view.

For the side by side 30 transactions I slowly worked myself up thinking about them. Every minute or so I'd flavor over to them or sham to scratch an itch that slowly go closer and closer to the interior of my pussy. By the fourth dimension that Bridie arrived I was actually scratching my clit and putting a fingerbreadth inside.

When Bridie arrived she followed Jon's instructions to the letter. She said, ‘ Hi'to me then smiled at the radical of men. side by side she peeled her dress off and stood with her human foot either position of my head facing the men. adjacent she squatted down so that her pussy was just a few inches from my aspect. I couldn't resist it ; I lifted my head and gave her minuscule clit a quick film with my clapper. Bridie stood up a said quite loudly,"later lover ”. You should get 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 string into Barcelona a couple of Clarence Day and went on the tourer busses. Phew was it hot in Barcelona, one of those big digital temperature / meter displays said that it was 39 centigrade. We got off the train at Catalunya Square. The station is underneath the square which has a few strips of grass that the great unwashed laid out on. We gave a few men a pleasant eyeshot but had to be careful, as there were luck of policemen walking about.

We went into the big flat store ( can't recollect the public figure ) but it has lots of escalators. We left Jon outside and made certain that heaps 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 store called ‘ Fresh and Ready ’. When Bridie asked Jon what he was laughing about he said,"A near pussy is like a honest sandwich, ‘ Fresh and Ready'”.

The next ‘ consequence'was when we moved up the coast a bit and Jon took us to Universal Mediterranean Sea - port wine Aventure. Jon told me to tire one of my hackamore tops that isn't quit long enough to cover the bottom of my breasts. As well as that I wore one of my bikini cover-up skirts ( without the bikini bottoms ), that doesn't quite meet at the English. Anyone who looks can evidence that I've nothing on underneath. St. Bridget wore a small metro top and a couple of shorts that I made for her a while back. They're made out of one piece of thin, white Lycra, no seams or lining. The face are lace-up ( about a 2 in gap ) and the length of them is such that at the spine you can just see the top of the crack of Bridie 's ass, and you can see the butt of the impertinence 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 attire didn't look out of place as there were lots of little girl in bikinis there. fountainhead we didn't look out of seat until we'd been on any of the pee ride. There are a couplet of them that get you rather wet. When we got off them both sets of nipples and brown circles round them were clearly visible and the whirl of Bridie's purulent looked great. My wet little skirt tended to devolve on up at the front as I walked along. At one point Jon had to stop me and draw out it down because there were some offspring kids coming towards us.

Later on during the day Jon told us to go to the toilets and swap bottoms. I laced the shorts 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 conceive of me what I was showing.



At Port Aventure there is a urine park called Costa Caribe, Jon took us there the next day. We didn't stay long, too many nestling, but we did possess some fun on the piss slides. I made sure that my side tie micro two-piece wasn't fastened squarely and as a lay back on the big rubber anchor ring my pussy was clearly seeable to the Parks help who helped you at the starting line 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 lilliputian pitch. We pitched the tent and parked the car at the nominal head leaving a big enclosed space behind. Jon told us that that we would call for that blank later, but didn't say what for. After a unlax future day on the beach Jon told me that I was going to be punished for making a couple of misapprehension navigating us round the French capital annulus 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 read my Bikini top and little lock dame off leaving me defenseless. Jon ( with Bridie's service ) then tied my wrists and ankles to the 2 Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. My foot were stretched as far apart as they will go without me falling over ( not that I could ). adjacent Jon fastened a ball-gag in place saying that he didn't want my scream and moan disturbing the neighbor, 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 kick in 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 next span of 60 minutes I was left there totally raw, with a butt that was burning, and a pussy that was aching for attention. The other thing was that the mosquitoes seemed to cogitate that I was their even meal. I got loads of chomp 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 care of the aching in my pussy.

Another one of the campsites was ‘ open-plan ’. It only had street corner markers for each of the pitch shot. We were between a Dutch elderly couple and 2 French men with 3 French womanhood ( all in one tent ). The Dutch dyad stayed by their collapsible shelter for most of the day and the woman was topless all the time - just like us. No big deal, but her breasts were very firm, I just hope that mine are still that firm when I get to her age.

The only if none sunny day that we had was while we were on that site. We spent almost of the clock time in the tent have a mini-orgy. A couple of clock time Jon sent me outside to check on the tent guys - in the nude. One time the Gallic citizenry were just returning from somewhere and I went out right at the wrong ( no right field ) moment. At foremost they just stared, but after I smiled at them I saw a span of them smile back and one on the men winked at me.

The next day was cheery again and Jon sent Bridie and me for a walk along the tenacious beach. The local authorities have been right and put a exhibitor on the beach every few hundred metres. Jon told us to take the air right to one end of the beach then right to the former end. As we went we had to walk along the water's boundary then up the beach to each of the showers in bout. At the shower we had to take our annulus and tops off ( leaving us naked ), shower, and then put our bikinis on. At the next cascade we had to carry the bikini off, shower then put our crest and skirts on. It took most of the day, but we got some great attention.

That evening when Bridie was getting the even repast ready 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 occur to talk to us. I'm still not sure what she was talking about even though her side was good. It was a good job that Bridie and Jon could focus on the conversation. I can still see that knowing grin that she gave me after she'd stared at us for a couple of seconds.

On the way back from Espana, Jon took us to Cap d'Agde for 3 night. We stayed in one of the flat. Two replete daytime, two part mean solar day and 3 nights wearing null, going everywhere, and doing everything naked. Fantastic. Bridie had never been there before and she was amazed. By the low gear eventide she was so relaxed. We talked about how ‘ raw'it felt, there was cipher intimate about just being naked there, except when Jon started invading our bodies, or we saw somebody else indulging in some sexual fun.

The most memorable consequence there was going shopping and finding a boutique that sold the sexiest wear I have ever seen. Jon spotted these mamilla clamps and clitoris clamps. Needless to say that he bought some, but not before he got the woman gross sales assistant to designate 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 prison term the second base one was in place my pussy was getting well lubricated.

The woman told me to sit up on the tabular array and incline back on my elbows, right there in the midriff of the shop. We were the only customer in there to start off with, but it wasn't long before we had an consultation both out of doors and inside the shop.

The clit clinch is like an odd shaped hair-grip, but a log stronger. The open end of it has 2 fiddling rings to get to it easygoing to deal, but they are positions so that the fitter's finger are right over your kettle of fish. As the woman 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 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 lowly audience 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 surprised and hesitated for a few minute before jumping up and opening her legs. Jon picked up another clitoris clamp and started to fit it to her. She gasped as Jon played about with her snatch, pretending to hold worry fitting it. I know that Bridie's button is modest 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 level 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 clothes that there is nowhere public in England that we could fag out 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 hold out them on one of the even that we were there.

We had to tire the button clamp and me the nipple clamps for the rest of that day. I've previously said that I didn't get any intimate 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 adjacent to me in the shops could sense my twat 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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