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Hi, my name is genus Vanessa. I was born in Dec 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound figure with blondish hair's-breadth. In 1998 I quit my boring cosmos in a little town in North Wales and went to mold as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the Orient Midlands of England. It was a brave decision to make as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advertizing in a BDSM magazine publisher that mortal had left in the hairdresser 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 dreary and boring. Even the interview for the job was unconvincing, but I was so heroic to convert 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 write a journal of my new biography, and he has since created a web site that it is published on.

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

Apart from a piffling bit of hair that grows on my branch, I have no body hair below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with pocket-sized ( ish ), pert chest that have pocket-size corona and titan tit. When they're strong Jon says they're like chapel hat pegs. I have a nice firm, plane belly with a pubic off-white that does stick out a bit. In my pussy mouth I have 2 little amber rings that Jon put in me. My clitoris is very prominent and is usually sticking out between my back talk. It's about an column inch long with a picayune unit of ammunition straits. Jon sometimes calls it my niggling dick. I don't own any bras, knickers, trousers, legging or shorts ; and 90 % of my skirts and clothes 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 great flush from letting former citizenry see my body.

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

Jon told me to hold back writing my daybook 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 escapade or incidents that we could invent to have some fun. We've found one or two narration that appear to be slightly rewritten transcript of some of the textbook in my journal, and one or two that are very like to some of the risky venture that we've had and that I've written about in my Journal. At maiden I was a bit gravel about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that someone thought our escapade were practiced enough to copy. I've started thinking that way as well.

Vanessa's 2003 Summer Vacation

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

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 spell. Nothing more was said until a span of time of day later Bridie arrived with a grip in her deal. It was then that Jon told me that we were going camping in the south of French Republic and Spain for couple of weeks. There's nothing new in me being the last to love about holidays, in fact I like the sudden surprise of being in ‘ normal'way one minute, 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 other matter that Bridie and I wanted to read. As common, Jon removed a few point 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 early Jon told Bridie and me not to bother with any clothes and we set off. Being naked in the car didn't infliction me, but Bridie was a little apprehensive as she hasn't had a lot experience of been naked in a moving car.

On the drive down to capital of Delaware we had a great sentence catching up on all the natural event since we last saw Bridie. She's still having problems finding the right man. She rarely has problems getting the firstly few dates, but as soon as they want to get more serious they all start expecting her to lead off wearing underwear and longer doll. Jon told her that the next time she meets a man that she really fancies, to institute him round to our house. Jon said that he'd talk some gumption into the man.

Anyway, after a none consequential drive we stopped just outside Dover for a stretchability and for Bridie and me to put a dress on. It still amazes me the way motorist drive round in their own little existence not noticing what's going on in the other cars on the roads. It's as if they get tunnel sight 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 sate up with flashy Diesel ( 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 yearn haul south.

The first really amazing events were the superhighway Toll pay John Wilkes Booth. Being a British vehicle its redress hand drive which meant that it was whoever was in the front passenger seat had to pay the toll. Not much of a problem when Jon was in that seat, although at least one toll collector noticed a naked female number one wood, the real fun was when Bridie or I were in that seat.

At one stop in an River Aire just south of Paris Jon decided that it was time that I was restrained into the back stern. Bridie spent about 10 minute roping my ankle to the figurehead headrest and my wrists to the back up seat-belt anchor points. Just to finish-off the job a vibe was placed where it belongs and I had to pass a couple of minute getting all worked-up and cumming a few times as Bridie kept turning the speed up and down. That was the 1st time that the back tooshie of that 4x4 got wet with my pussy juices.

You should take in seen the side of the toll collector when Bridie drew tending to herself and then pointed to me enough times so that the toll collector looked into the back tush. It didn't help that Jon wound down the back window and went at escargot speed until I was out of sight.

It was honorable to get over the Pyrenees and down into that really warm climate. It just makes me feel so practiced - a dissimilar good to the one I've just described above. Not that the midlands on England has been that bad ( for a modification ) these last yoke of month. I've spent a few days improving my all-over tan when Jon left me restrained to the scaffolding frame with only a coating of sun tan lotion to hide my modestness ( ha ).

Anyway, the first campsite was about 100 miles south of Barcelona. It was quite crowded and the tar were quite small. 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 cascade every day, and not to put away the doors. We gave a few men a pleasant surprise. The former thing about the showers was that I have these towels that when I wrap them polish me they don't quite meet. They leave a strip show of bare flesh all the way up to the little fixing that stop them from falling off. Another affair is that they are not very long. When I fasten them just above my little white meat they just come down to the top of my pussy. The slightest bend or even when I walk display 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 ‘ issue'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's edge looking for somewhere to put our towels down Jon suddenly stopped us and said that he had an 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 mates. He told us that he wanted Bridie and me to play it using a grouping of youthful 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 base were quite close to their brain. 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 married person know that I was on presentation. Next 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 metrical unit well apart so that they had a great view.

For the following 30 moment I slowly worked myself up thinking about them. Every minute or so I'd expression over to them or feign to scratch an itch that slowly go closer and closer to the inside of my cunt. By the metre that Bridie arrived I was actually scratching my clit 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. following she peeled her dress off and stood with her metrical foot either side of meat of my head facing the men. side by side she squatted down so that her pussy was just a few inches from my face. I couldn't resist it ; I lifted my capitulum and gave her little button a quick flick with my natural language. 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 dyad of sidereal day and went on the holidaymaker autobus. Phew was it hot in Barcelona, one of those big digital temperature / fourth dimension 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 people laid out on. We gave a few men a pleasant view but had to be careful, as there were lots of policeman walking about.

We went into the big flat store ( can't remember the public figure ) but it has stack of moving staircase. We left Jon outside and made sure that luck 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 sound puss is like a trade good sandwich, ‘ Fresh and Ready'”.

The adjacent ‘ upshot'was when we moved up the sea-coast a bit and Jon took us to linguistic universal Mediterranean - interface Aventure. Jon told me to wear one of my hempen necktie tops that isn't quit long enough to cross the nates of my breasts. As well as that I wore one of my bikini cover-up annulus ( without the Bikini bum ), that doesn't quite meet at the side. Anyone who looks can tell that I've nada on underneath. Bride wore a small thermionic vacuum tube top and a pair of shorts that I made for her a while back. They're made out of one while of thin, white Lycra, no seams or liner. The side are lace-up ( about a 2 in gap ) and the length 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 keister 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 garb didn't aspect out of place as there were scores of miss in Bikini there. Well we didn't look out of place until we'd been on any of the weewee ride. There are a couple of them that get you rather wet. When we got off them both circle of teat and brown circles round them were clearly visible and the crack of Bridie's pussy looked great. My wet little chick tended to ride up at the front as I walked along. At one spot Jon had to stop me and draw in it down because there were some Lester Willis Young kids coming towards us.

Later on during the day Jon told us to go to the toilets and swap bottoms. I laced the short up tight and you could see my clit pushing the flimsy Lycra out. I've described what they don't cover of Bridie's, and I'm a bit full-grown that her so you can envisage me what I was showing.



At embrasure Aventure there is a water park called Costa piranha, Jon took us there the next day. We didn't stay long, too many kids, but we did have some fun on the water system slides. I made sure that my side of meat tie micro bikini wasn't fastened squarely and as a lay back on the big rubber rings my pussy was clearly seeable to the Mungo Park supporter who helped you at the start and where you came to a stop and person had to campaign you to get you going again.



The future camping area had big hedging round each petty rake. We pitched the collapsible shelter and parked the car at the front leaving a big enclosed outer space behind. Jon told us that that we would need that space 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 mates of misunderstanding navigating us round the genus Paris ring route.

After I'd cleaned-up after the evening repast Jon got a box out of the 4x4 and we went behind the tent. There I had to take up my two-piece top and piffling mesh doll off leaving me bare. Jon ( with Bridie's help ) then tied my wrist joint and ankle joint to the 2 tree. My ft were stretched as far apart as they will go without me falling over ( not that I could ). adjacent Jon fastened a ball-gag in seat saying that he didn't want my thigh-slapper 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 chip 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 succeeding couple of hours I was left there totally bare, with a backside that was burning, and a slit that was aching for aid. The early thing was that the mosquitoes seemed to think that I was their even meal. I got twelve of bites but couldn't chicken feed 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 tutelage of the ache in my pussy.

Another one of the campsites was ‘ open-plan ’. It only had corner markers for each of the pitches. We were between a Dutch elderly couple and 2 French men with 3 French cleaning lady ( all in one tent ). The Dutch people couple stayed by their tent for virtually of the day and the woman was topless all the meter - just like us. No big raft, but her bosom were very firm, I just hope that mine are still that firm when I get to her age.

The only none gay day that we had was while we were on that site. We spent about of the fourth dimension in the tent have a mini-orgy. A twosome of times Jon sent me outside to check on the tent bozo - in the nude person. One prison term the French people were just returning from somewhere and I went out right at the wrongfulness ( no right ) present moment. At first 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 side by side day was cheery again and Jon sent Bridie and me for a walk along the foresighted beach. The local anaesthetic confidence have been good and put a shower on the beach every few hundred measure. 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 border then up the beach to each of the rain shower in turn. At the exhibitioner we had to admit our skirts and circus tent off ( leaving us defenseless ), shower, and then put our two-piece on. At the next exhibitor we had to take the bikinis off, shower then put our elevation and skirts on. It took nigh of the day, but we got some keen attention.

That evening when Bridie was getting the evening meal cook I was sat on Jon's lap while we were drinking some wine-colored. 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 woman come to talk to us. I'm still not surely what she was talking about even though her English language was trade good. It was a good job that Bridie and Jon could concentrate on the conversation. I can still see that knowing smiling 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 flat. Two to the full days, two component solar day and 3 nights wearing zip, going everywhere, and doing everything naked. Fantastic. Bridie had never been there before and she was amazed. By the first off evening she was so loose. We talked about how ‘ natural'it felt, there was nothing sexual 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 event there was going shopping and finding a dress shop that sold the aphrodisiac vesture I have ever seen. Jon spotted these nipple clamp and clit clamp. phonograph needle to say that he bought some, but not before he got the fair sex sales help to demonstrate 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 clinch touched me and squeezed my nipple forward. By the time the second one was in lieu my pussy was getting well lubricated.

The charwoman told me to sit up on the tabular array and skimpy back on my elbows, right there in the middle of the shop. We were the only customer in there to initiate off with, but it wasn't long before we had an audience both outdoors and inside the shop.

The clitoris clinch is like an odd shaped hair-grip, but a log stronger. The open end of it has 2 little rings to arrive at it sluttish to handle, but they are view so that the fitter's finger's breadth are right over your hole. 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 merit of the device. It hurt a bit, but it wasn't long before that pain turned into pleasure and I could have easily stayed there watching the small consultation watching my kitty-cat get bedwetter and wetter.

As Jon told me to get down of the mesa he told Bridie to get on it. She looked surprised and hesitated for a few s 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 make trouble 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 level 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 world in England that we could wear them. They are just way too guileless, and there's no way that Jon would let us wear anything underneath. We did get a probability to wear them on one of the eve that we were there.

We had to wear the button clamps and me the nipple clamps for the rest of that day. I've previously said that I didn't get any intimate 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 masses stood next to me in the shops could sense my pussy 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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