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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 pilus. In 1998 I quit my boring existence in a little township in N Wales and went to bring as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the E Midland of England. It was a brave conclusion to do as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advertisement in a BDSM magazine that individual had left in the hairstylist where I worked. I didn't really know what I was letting myself in for, but I really did take to do something because my biography was so drear and oil production. Even the audience for the job was unbelievable, but I was so dire to change my biography 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 save a Journal of my new animation, and he has since created a web site that it is published on.

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

Apart from a slight 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 ( ish ), impertinent breasts that have small aureoles and giant mammilla. When they're tough Jon says they're like chapel service hat pegs. I have a nice firm, flat venter with a pubic os that does beat out a bit. In my slit back talk I have 2 little amber ring that Jon put in me. My clit is very spectacular and is usually sticking out between my backtalk. It's about an inch long with a piddling round head. Jon sometimes calls it my little putz. I don't own any bras, knickers, trousers, leggings or short circuit ; and 90 % of my skirt and dress can be described as mini or micro. I used to be a very shy lady friend, but I've now gone completely the other way, and get a smashing thrill from letting other citizenry 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 end 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 little adventures or incidents that we could fabricate to induce some fun. We've found one or two tarradiddle that appear to be slightly rewritten copies of some of the text edition in my Journal, and one or two that are very similar to some of the adventures that we've had and that I've written about in my Journal. At first I was a bit vex about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that someone thought our adventure were good enough to copy. 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 vacation he told me to indite about some of the exciting ‘ consequence'that took place.

It all started on the evening of Friday 15th August. beginning of all Jon arrived home from employment in a big 4x4. He said that he'd borrowed it for a spell. Nothing more was said until a brace of hours later Bridie arrived with a traveling bag in her hand. It was then that Jon told me that we were going camping in the due south of Anatole France and Espana for couple of weeks. There's aught new in me being the death to know about holidays, in fact I like the sudden surprise of being in ‘ normal'modality one minute, then being on the way to the sun succeeding. It seems more exciting.

That evening we loaded up the car and Jon went through the dress and early affair that Bridie and I wanted to take. As usual, Jon removed a few item before all three of us went to bed together.

The alert went off at 3 in the dayspring and I went for a rain shower. 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 disoblige with any wearing apparel and we set off. Being naked in the car didn't bother me, but Bridie was a little apprehensive as she hasn't had much experience of been naked in a moving car.

On the drive down to Dover we had a peachy time catching up on all the occurrence since we last saw Bridie. She's still having problems finding the compensate man. She rarely has problems getting the first few date, but as soon as they want to get more serious they all start expecting her to part wearing underclothing and retentive skirt. Jon told her that the next metre she meets a man that she really fancies, to bring him round to our firm. Jon said that he'd peach some sentiency 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 crusade round in their own little world not noticing what's going on in the former auto 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 fill up with tacky diesel ( well, punk 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 amazing events were the Motorway Toll pay booth. Being a British fomite its right bridge player drive which meant that it was whoever was in the breast rider seat had to pay the tolls. Not a great deal of a problem when Jon was in that rear, although at least one toll collector noticed a naked female person driver, the substantial fun was when Bridie or I were in that seat.

At one occlusive in an Aires just south of genus Paris Jon decided that it was time that I was restrained into the back posterior. Bridie spent about 10 minutes roping my ankles to the figurehead head restraint and my carpus to the second seat-belt anchor period. Just to finish-off the job a vibration was placed where it belongs and I had to spend a couple of hours getting all worked-up and cumming a few clock time as Bridie kept turning the speed up and down. That was the first time that the back seat of that 4x4 got wet with my purulent juices.

You should have seen the face of the toll collector when Bridie drew attention to herself and then pointed to me enough times so that the bell accumulator looked into the rearward seat. It didn't aid that Jon wound down the backwards window and went at snail speed until I was out of sight.

It was secure to get over the Pyrenees and down into that really warm clime. It just makes me feel so adept - a different trade good to the one I've just described above. Not that the midlands on England has been that bad ( for a modification ) these net couple of calendar month. I've spent a few Clarence Shepard Day Jr. improving my all-over tan when Jon left me restrained to the scaffolding bod with only a covering of sun tan lotion to hide my reserve ( ha ).

Anyway, the low gear camping site was about 100 miles south of Barcelona. It was quite crowded and the pitches were quite belittled. We gave one or two men a bit of a rush 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 exhibitor every day, and not to lock the room access. 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 meet. They leave a strip of bare material body all the way up to the petty fastener that stop them from falling off. Another thing is that they are not very long. When I fasten them just above my niggling breast 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 concern ‘ event'that took office 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 idea. 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 animate it using a chemical 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 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 showing. 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 feet well apart so that they had a great view.

For the future 30 transactions I slowly worked myself up thinking about them. Every moment or so I'd look over to them or pretend to cancel an urge that slowly go closer and closer to the inside of my puss. By the time that Bridie arrived I was actually scratching my clit and putting a finger inside.

When Bridie arrived she followed Jon's teaching to the varsity letter. She said, ‘ Hi'to me then smiled at the group of men. following she peeled her frock off and stood with her animal foot either face of my straits facing the men. Next she squatted down so that her pussy was just a few in from my side. I couldn't resist it ; I lifted my psyche and gave her little clit 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 gear into Barcelona a couplet of daytime and went on the tourist jitney. Phew was it hot in Barcelona, one of those big digital temperature / clip exhibit said that it was 39 centigrade. We got off the string at Catalunya Square. The station is underneath the square which has a few strips of locoweed that people laid out on. We gave a few men a pleasant view but had to be heedful, as there were lots of policemen walking about.

We went into the big apartment store ( can't commemorate the name ) but it has lots of moving staircase. 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 near sandwich, ‘ Fresh and Ready'”.

The following ‘ event'was when we moved up the coast a bit and Jon took us to Universal Mediterranean - larboard Aventure. Jon told me to bear one of my hackamore tops that isn't quit long enough to breed the rear end 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 sports meeting at the side. Anyone who looks can enjoin that I've zippo on underneath. St. Bride wore a small vacuum tube top and a pair of underdrawers that I made for her a while back. They're made out of one while of thin, white Lycra, no seam or lining. The position are lace-up ( about a 2 inch gap ) and the duration 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 to see some of her pubic fuzz - if she had any.

Our brief dress didn't look out of place as there were lots of girls in Bikini there. Well we didn't look out of position until we'd been on any of the piddle rides. There are a duo of them that get you rather wet. When we got off them both sets of pap and embrown circles round them were clearly visible and the crack of Bridie's snatch looked slap-up. My wet trivial skirt tended to rally up at the front line as I walked along. At one breaker point Jon had to lay off me and force 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 trade 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 water commons called rib Caribe, Jon took us there the next day. We didn't stay long, too many kids, but we did have some fun on the water slides. I made sure that my side of meat tie micro Bikini wasn't fastened squarely and as a lay back on the big gumshoe rings my cunt was clearly seeable to the parks assistants who helped you at the start and where you came to a closure and someone had to labor you to get you going again.



The next campsite had big hedgerow round each petty pitching. We pitched the tent and parked the car at the front leaving a big shut in space behind. Jon told us that that we would need that space later, but didn't say what for. After a loosen up succeeding day on the beach Jon told me that I was going to be punished for making a couple of error navigating us round the Paris pack 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 ask my bikini top and trivial mesh bird off leaving me nude. Jon ( with Bridie's assistant ) then tied my articulatio radiocarpea and ankles to the 2 Tree. My feet were stretched as far apart as they will go without me falling over ( not that I could ). Next Jon fastened a ball-gag in stead saying that he didn't want my screams and moans 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 return me 20 slash. 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 future couple of hours I was left there totally naked, with a back end that was burning, and a snatch that was aching for attention. The other matter was that the mosquitoes seemed to think that I was their eve meal. I got tons of bite but couldn't scratch even one.

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

Another one of the campsite was ‘ open-plan ’. It only had corner mark for each of the pitch. We were between a Dutch elderly couple and 2 French men with 3 French women ( all in one tent ). The Dutch couple stayed by their tent for nearly of the day and the woman was topless all the time - just like us. No big sight, but her titty were very unwaveringly, 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 most of the time in the tent have a mini-orgy. A duo of times Jon sent me outside to check on the tent cat - in the nude statue. One fourth dimension the French people people were just returning from somewhere and I went out right at the wrong ( no right wing ) moment. At world-class 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 following day was sunny again and Jon sent Bridie and me for a paseo along the long beach. The topical anesthetic authorities have been good and put a shower on the beach every few hundred measure. Jon told us to walk right to one end of the beach then right to the former end. As we went we had to walk along the water's edge then up the beach to each of the showers in turn. At the showers we had to need our skirts and tops off ( leaving us naked ), shower, and then put our two-piece on. At the adjacent shower we had to call for the bikini off, shower then put our big top and wench on. It took most of the day, but we got some great attention.

That evening when Bridie was getting the eve repast set I was sat on Jon's lap while we were drinking some wine-coloured. I was only wearing a mo bikini top and a piddling cover-up dame. 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 cleaning woman come to lecture to us. I'm still not sure what she was talking about even though her English was 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 mates of seconds.

On the way back from Spain, Jon took us to Cap d'Agde for 3 nights. We stayed in one of the flat. Two full daytime, two function days and 3 nights wearing zero, going everywhere, and doing everything naked. Fantastic. Bridie had never been there before and she was amazed. By the first even she was so slack up. We talked about how ‘ lifelike'it felt, there was nothing 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 issue there was going shopping and finding a boutique that sold the sexy vesture I have ever seen. Jon spotted these nipple clamps and clit clamps. needle to say that he bought some, but not before he got the cleaning lady sales agreement assistant to show us how they fitted. When Jon asked her she was tacit for a mo, and then she looked me up and down, then said okay. I was pretty ‘ dry'and my mammilla weren't all that big until the foremost clamp touched me and squeezed my nipple forward. By the time the second one was in place my twat was getting well lubricated.

The woman told me to sit up on the table and inclination back on my elbows, right there in the heart of the shop class. We were the lone customer in there to start off with, but it wasn't long before we had an audience both outside and inside the shop.

The clit clinch is like an odd shaped hair-grip, but a log stronger. The out-of-doors end of it has 2 piffling rings to make it loose to wield, but they are positions so that the fitter's fingerbreadth are right 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 stay like I was whilst he discussed the merits of the gimmick. It hurt a bit, but it wasn't long before that pain turned into delight and I could make easily stayed there watching the small consultation watching my pussy get bed wetter 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 moment before jumping up and opening her legs. Jon picked up another clit clinch and started to fit it to her. She gasped as Jon played about with her pussy, pretending to have got 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 on Bridie really did gasp.

Eventually Bridie got off the table and we started looking at some of the apparel. Jon bought us each a dress that there is nowhere public in England that we could wear out them. They are just way too gossamer, and there's no way that Jon would let us get into anything underneath. We did get a chance to wear them on one of the evenings that we were there.

We had to tire the clit clamps and me the pap clamps for the repose of that day. I've previously said that I didn't get any intimate joy 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 shop could smell my pussycat 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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