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Hi, my public figure is Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound image with blondish hair. In 1998 I quit my boring cosmos in a short town in North Wales and went to make as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East Midlands of England. It was a weather decision to make as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advertising in a BDSM powder magazine that someone had left in the hairdressers where I worked. I didn't really jazz what I was letting myself in for, but I really did want to do something because my life was so somber and oil production. Even the consultation for the job was unbelievable, but I was so do-or-die to change 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 compose a journal of my new biography, and he has since created a web situation 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 nearly employee and employer, but I have easily come to realise that I have a animation that just could not be more satisfying or enjoyable. I love my life and all the slight escapade that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a little bit of hair that grows on my legs, I have no consistence hair below my cervix. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with small ( ish ), pert breasts that have pocket-size aureoles and colossus nipples. When they're hard Jon says they're like chapel hat oarlock. I have a nice firm, flat belly with a pubic bone that does lodge out a bit. In my pussycat sassing 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 piffling round oral sex. Jon sometimes calls it my little dick. I don't own any bras, drawers, trouser, leging or boxershorts ; and 90 % of my skirts and dresses 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 big thrill from letting early people see my body.

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

Jon told me to hold on writing my Journal in the summertime of 1999, but has recently asked me to document, some of the more matter to experiences that we have had since then.

Both Jon and I have been scouring the Internet looking for ideas for little dangerous undertaking or incidents that we could manufacture to have some fun. We've found one or two fib that appear to be slightly rewritten copy of some of the schoolbook in my daybook, and one or two that are very similar to some of the escapade that we've had and that I've written about in my Journal. At foremost I was a bit nettled about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that someone thought our adventures were skilful enough to copy. I've started thinking that way as well.

Vanessa's 2003 Summer Vacation

Hi, it seems quite a foresightful clock 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 write about some of the exciting ‘ events'that took place.

It all started on the evening of Fri 15th Aug. First of all Jon arrived home from body of work in a big 4x4. He said that he'd borrowed it for a patch. Nothing more was said until a couple 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 Dixieland of French Republic and Spain for match of weeks. There's nothing new in me being the last to know about holidays, in fact I like the sudden surprise of being in ‘ normal'mode 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 apparel and other things that Bridie and I wanted to take. As common, 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 exhibitioner. I went to get breakfast quick leaving Bridie bouncing up and down on Jon. Because it was so too soon Jon told Bridie and me not to bother with any clothes and we set off. Being naked in the car didn't pain me, but Bridie was a slight apprehensive as she hasn't had a good deal experience of been naked in a moving car.

On the campaign down to Dover we had a big clock time catching up on all the happenings since we last saw Bridie. She's still having problems finding the correct man. She rarely has problem getting the low few particular date, but as soon as they want to get more serious they all start expecting her to start up wearing underclothing and longer bird. Jon told her that the next metre she meets a man that she really fancies, to work him assail to our house. Jon said that he'd talk some sense 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 dress on. It still amazes me the way motorist cause rung in their own petty earthly concern not noticing what's going on in the early railway car on the route. It's as if they get tunnel visual sensation when they get into a car and only see what's directly in nominal head of them.

After a none eventful communication channel crossroad we stopped at a big Carrefour supermarket in Calais to fill up with cheesy diesel ( well, tatty 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 low gear really astonishing events were the Motorway Toll pay stall. Being a British people vehicle its good mitt drive which meant that it was whoever was in the front passenger hindquarters had to pay the tolls. Not a good deal of a problem when Jon was in that rear, although at least one bell collector noticed a nude female person number one wood, the real number fun was when Bridie or I were in that seat.

At one stay in an Aires just south of French capital Jon decided that it was time that I was restrained into the back stern. Bridie spent about 10 transactions roping my ankles to the battlefront headrest and my wrists to the backward seat-belt anchorperson points. Just to finish-off the job a vibe was placed where it belongs and I had to spend a brace of hours getting all worked-up and cumming a few times as Bridie kept turning the speed up and down. That was the first clip that the spine prat of that 4x4 got wet with my pussycat juices.

You should have seen the face of the toll collector when Bridie drew tending to herself and then pointed to me enough clock time so that the price gatherer looked into the back seat. It didn't help that Jon wound down the back window and went at escargot speed 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 soundly - a different good to the one I've just described above. Not that the midlands on England has been that bad ( for a change ) these utmost twosome of calendar month. I've spent a few sidereal day improving my all-over tan when Jon left me restrained to the scaffolding frame with only a covering of sun tan lotion to hide my reserve ( ha ).

Anyway, the first-class honours degree camping area was about 100 miles south of Barcelona. It was quite crowded and the pitches 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 matter was that Jon told us we had to use the men's showers every day, and not to lock in the doors. We gave a few men a pleasant surprisal. The former 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 cartoon strip of bare flesh all the way up to the petty fastening that stop them from falling off. Another matter is that they are not very long. When I fasten them just above my little knocker they just come down to the top of my twat. The slightest flexure or even when I walk shows my bum and twat. 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 sentence was when we went to a naturist beach. It was quite crowded when we got there and as we walked alone the piss's edge 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 couple. 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 confining to their pass. As I lay my towel down I bent over so that my slit 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 present them, smiled at them then pealed my wearing apparel slowly off. I then put some sun tan lotion and lay down with my understructure well apart so that they had a keen view.

For the adjacent 30 minutes I slowly worked myself up thinking about them. Every minute or so I'd look over to them or pretend to chafe an itching that slowly go closer and closer to the inside of my pussy. By the clock time that Bridie arrived I was actually scratching my clitoris 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 grouping of men. next she peeled her dress off and stood with her feet either side of my head facing the men. future she squatted down so that her pussy was just a few column inch from my face. I couldn't resist it ; I lifted my point and gave her lilliputian clit a quick moving picture 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 power train into Barcelona a twosome of days and went on the holidaymaker jalopy. Phew was it hot in Barcelona, one of those big digital temperature / time video display said that it was 39 centigrade. We got off the train at Catalunya square. The post is underneath the square which has a few strips of grass that masses 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 flat store ( can't remember the public figure ) but it has lots of escalators. 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 shop called ‘ Fresh and Ready ’. When Bridie asked Jon what he was laughing about he said,"A honorable pussy is like a beneficial sandwich, ‘ Fresh and Ready'”.

The following ‘ event'was when we moved up the sea-coast a bit and Jon took us to universal joint Mediterranean - port Aventure. Jon told me to wear one of my halter tops that isn't quit long enough to cover the bottom of my breasts. As well as that I wore one of my two-piece cover-up bird ( without the bikini bottoms ), that doesn't quite meet at the slope. Anyone who looks can tell that I've nothing on underneath. Bride wore a pocket-size tube top and a pair of shorts that I made for her a spell back. They're made out of one piece of thin, blanched Lycra, no seam 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 crack 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-bodied to see some of her pubic hair - if she had any.

Our brief attire didn't look out of property 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 water rides. There are a couple of them that get you rather wet. When we got off them both solidifying of nipples and brown Mexican valium round them were clearly visible and the fracture of Bridie's pussycat looked great. My wet footling skirt tended to hinge on up at the movement as I walked along. At one stage Jon had to discontinue me and pull it down because there were some youthful Kyd coming towards us.

Later on during the day Jon told us to go to the lav and swap bottoms. I laced the trunks up tight and you could see my clit pushing the thin Lycra out. I've described what they don't covering fire of Bridie's, and I'm a bit expectant that her so you can imagine me what I was showing.



At Port Aventure there is a water system common called costa piranha, Jon took us there the next day. We didn't stay long, too many small fry, but we did have got some fun on the body of water slides. I made sure that my side tie micro Bikini wasn't fastened squarely and as a lay back on the big safety rings my pussy was clearly visible to the Parks assistants who helped you at the start and where you came to a stop and individual had to push you to get you going again.



The succeeding encampment had big hedge round each little pitch. We pitched the collapsible shelter and parked the car at the presence leaving a big wrap place 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 couple of mistake navigating us round the capital of France halo 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 my bikini top and little mesh bird off leaving me au naturel. Jon ( with Bridie's assist ) then tied my wrists and ankles to the 2 trees. My feet 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 screams 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 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 dyad of hour I was left there totally naked, with a backside that was burning, and a pussy that was aching for attention. The early thing was that the mosquitoes seemed to think that I was their evening repast. I got dozens of sting but couldn't scratch even one.

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

Another one of the campsites was ‘ open-plan ’. It only had corner markers for each of the slant. We were between a Dutch elderly couple and 2 French men with 3 French women ( all in one collapsible shelter ). The Dutch people duo stayed by their tent for about of the day and the fair sex was topless all the time - just like us. No big passel, but her breasts were very loyal, I just hope that mine are still that business firm when I get to her age.

The solely none sunny day that we had was while we were on that situation. We spent most of the time in the tent have a mini-orgy. A couple of times Jon sent me outside to check on the tent guy cable - in the nude. One fourth dimension the French people were just returning from somewhere and I went out right at the improper ( no right ) moment. At first 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 future day was sunny again and Jon sent Bridie and me for a walk along the long beach. The local authorities have been right and put a shower 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 early end. As we went we had to take the air along the piss's edge then up the beach to each of the showers in spell. At the shower bath we had to demand our annulus and summit off ( leaving us au naturel ), shower, and then put our bikinis on. At the next shower we had to postulate the bikinis off, shower then put our tops and skirts on. It took about of the day, but we got some great attention.

That evening when Bridie was getting the evening meal quick I was sat on Jon's lap while we were drinking some vino. I was only wearing a minute bikini top and a trivial cover-up chick. Jon was doing the common 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 verbalise to us. I'm still not sure what she was talking about even though her English was estimable. 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 twosome of seconds.

On the way back from Espana, Jon took us to Cap d'Agde for 3 Nox. We stayed in one of the apartments. Two full Day, two part Clarence Day 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 evening she was so slacken. We talked about how ‘ raw'it felt, there was zip sexual about just being naked there, except when Jon started invading our bodies, or we saw soul else indulging in some sexual fun.

The most memorable upshot there was going shopping and finding a boutique that sold the aphrodisiacal wear I have ever seen. Jon spotted these tit clamps and clit clamps. phonograph needle to say that he bought some, but not before he got the woman gross revenue assistant to render us how they fitted. When Jon asked her she was still 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-class honours degree clinch touched me and squeezed my nipple forward. By the clock time the second one was in piazza my pussy was getting well lubricated.

The woman told me to sit up on the mesa and skimpy back on my articulatio cubiti, right there in the middle of the shop. We were the only customer in there to start off with, but it wasn't long before we had an audience both away and inside the shop.

The clit clamp is like an odd shaped hair-grip, but a log stronger. The open end of it has 2 footling mob to make it well-off to address, but they are positions so that the fitter's finger's breadth are ripe over your hole. As the woman was putting it on one of her digit went inside me for a second.

After it was fitted, Jon told me to rest 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 small interview watching my pussy get surface-active agent 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 moment before jumping up and opening her wooden leg. Jon picked up another clitoris clinch 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 lowly 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 insistence on Bridie really did gasp.

Eventually Bridie got off the table and we started looking at some of the dress. Jon bought us each a dress that there is nowhere populace in England that we could hold 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 don them on one of the evenings that we were there.

We had to wear the clit clamp and me the nipple clinch for the relaxation of that day. I've previously said that I didn't get any intimate delight 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 side by side to me in the workshop could smell my kitty-cat succus, I know that Bridie could.

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

V