Introduction

Hi, my name is Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound figure with blondish hair. In 1998 I quit my boring existence in a minuscule town in N wale and went to lick as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the east Midlands of England. It was a brave decision to make as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advert in a BDSM powder magazine 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-time was so dismal and boring. Even the interview for the job was improbable, but I was so dire to exchange my life sentence 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 site that it is published on.

If you care to translate my Journal you will identify that my family relationship with Jon is rather dissimilar to that of virtually employee and employer, but I have easily come to earn that I have a life that just could not be more fill or pleasurable. I love my animation and all the little adventures that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a little bit of hair that grows on my legs, I have no body hair below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with low ( ish ), impertinent knocker that have modest aureoles and giant nipples. When they're hard Jon says they're like chapel hat pegs. I have a overnice firm, flat stomach with a pubic ivory that does stick out a bit. In my snatch rim I have 2 small amber rings that Jon put in me. My clit is very salient and is usually sticking out between my lips. It's about an inch long with a fiddling round read/write head. Jon sometimes calls it my little dick. I don't own any bras, knickers, pant, legging or shorts ; and 90 % of my doll and frock can be described as miniskirt or micro. I used to be a very shy girl, but I've now gone completely the former way, and get a great tingle 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 care to e-mail me with particular questions.

Jon told me to stop writing my journal in the summer of 1999, but has recently asked me to document, some of the more concern 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 make up to get some fun. We've found one or two stories that appear to be slightly rewritten written matter of some of the school text in my Journal, 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 daybook. At first I was a bit annoyed about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that soul thought our adventures were good enough to re-create. I've started thinking that way as well.

Vanessa's 2003 summer holiday

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 holiday he told me to write about some of the rouse ‘ events'that took place.

It all started on the evening of Friday 15th August. First of all Jon arrived domicile from oeuvre in a big 4x4. He said that he'd borrowed it for a spell. Nothing more was said until a couple of hours later Bridie arrived with a grip in her helping hand. It was then that Jon told me that we were going camping in the Dixie of France and Spain for duet of weeks. There's zero new in me being the last to know about holidays, 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 clothes and other things that Bridie and I wanted to take. As usual, Jon removed a few items before all three of us went to bed together.

The alarm went off at 3 in the morning and I went for a 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 inconvenience with any clothes and we set off. Being naked in the car didn't bother me, but Bridie was a little apprehensive as she hasn't had lots experience of been naked in a moving car.

On the effort down to Dover we had a great time catching up on all the happenings since we in conclusion saw Bridie. She's still having problems finding the rightfield man. She rarely has problems getting the first few engagement, but as soon as they want to get more serious they all start expecting her to start wearing underwear and farseeing chick. Jon told her that the next time she meets a man that she really fancies, to contribute him fill out to our sign of the zodiac. Jon said that he'd tattle some sense into the man.

Anyway, after a none eventful drive we stopped just outside Dover for a stretchiness and for Bridie and me to put a dress on. It still amazes me the way automobilist drive rhythm in their own little domain not noticing what's going on in the other cars on the roads. It's as if they get tunnel visual modality when they get into a car and only see what's directly in front line of them.

After a none eventful canal hybridization we stopped at a big intersection supermarket in Calais to fill up with cheap 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 haulage south.

The showtime really amazing events were the freeway Toll pay booths. Being a British vehicle its right hand drive which meant that it was whoever was in the front rider seat had to pay the toll. Not practically of a job when Jon was in that seat, although at to the lowest degree one price collector noticed a naked female device driver, the real 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 clip that I was restrained into the rearward seat. Bridie spent about 10 minutes roping my ankle joint to the front headrests and my radiocarpal joint to the back seat-belt anchorperson points. Just to finish-off the job a vibe was placed where it belongs and I had to expend a couple of hours getting all worked-up and cumming a few sentence as Bridie kept turning the speed up and down. That was the first of all time that the hinder seat of that 4x4 got wet with my pussy 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 price collector looked into the back buns. It didn't help that Jon wound down the endorse windowpane and went at escargot stop number until I was out of sight.

It was trade good to get over the Pyrenees and down into that really fond climate. It just makes me feel so good - a unlike good to the one I've just described above. Not that the midland on England has been that bad ( for a modification ) these live on twain of calendar month. I've spent a few days improving my all-over tan when Jon left me restrained to the staging flesh with only a coating of sun tan application to enshroud my modesty ( ha ).

Anyway, the low encampment was about 100 miles south of Barcelona. It was quite crowded and the sales pitch were quite lowly. We gave one or two men a bit of a tingle as we bent over quite a lot putting the collapsible shelter up. The other thing was that Jon told us we had to use the men's cascade every day, and not to lock the door. 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 flesh all the way up to the little holdfast that stop them from falling off. Another affair is that they are not very long. When I fasten them just above my picayune boob they just come down to the top of my snatch. The tenuous bend or even when I walk shows my bum and kitty-cat. Great when I'm being followed. Bridie doesn't have that trouble, unless she rolls the top over a bit.

The interest ‘ event'that took position around that clip was when we went to a naturist beach. It was quite crowded when we got there and as we walked alone the water's bound 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 Hellene island with some of his partner. He told us that he wanted Bridie and me to recreate it using a grouping 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 foot were quite airless to their header. 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 show. side by side I turned to face them, smiled at them then pealed my clothes slowly off. I then put some sun tan lotion and lay down with my substructure well apart so that they had a great view.

For the succeeding 30 second I slowly worked myself up thinking about them. Every minute or so I'd look over to them or pretend to scratch an urge that slowly go closer and closer to the inside of my pussycat. By the meter that Bridie arrived I was actually scratching my clitoris and putting a finger's breadth 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 apparel off and stood with her feet either slope of my head facing the men. adjacent she squatted down so that her pussy was just a few inches from my font. I couldn't resist it ; I lifted my point and gave her little button a nimble 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 couplet of mean solar day and went on the tourer jalopy. 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 public square. The post is underneath the second power which has a few strips of grass that people laid out on. We gave a few men a pleasant view but had to be measured, as there were pile of policemen walking about.

We went into the big apartment store ( can't remember the gens ) but it has lots of escalator clause. 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 good pussy is like a dear sandwich, ‘ Fresh and Ready'”.

The side by side ‘ event'was when we moved up the coast a bit and Jon took us to universal joint Mediterranean - Port Aventure. Jon told me to wear one of my hempen necktie tops that isn't quit long enough to handle the bottom of my breast. As well as that I wore one of my Bikini cover-up skirts ( without the two-piece bottoms ), that doesn't quite meet at the slope. Anyone who looks can tell that I've nothing on underneath. Bride wore a small tube top and a pair of boxershorts that I made for her a spell back. They're made out of one piece of thin, bloodless Lycra, no seams or liner. The face are lace-up ( about a 2 inch gap ) and the length of them is such that at the book binding you can just see the top of the crack of Bridie 's ass, and you can see the rear end of the buttock 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 place as there were lots of girls in Bikini there. Well we didn't look out of place until we'd been on any of the water ride. There are a match of them that get you rather wet. When we got off them both sets of nipples and chocolate-brown circles round them were clearly visible and the crack of Bridie's snatch looked great. My wet little skirt tended to bait up at the front as I walked along. At one distributor point Jon had to stop me and overstretch it down because there were some Pres Young kids coming towards us.

Later on during the day Jon told us to go to the toilet and trade hind end. I laced the shorts up tight and you could see my clit pushing the cut Lycra out. I've described what they don't cover of Bridie's, and I'm a bit bountiful that her so you can reckon me what I was showing.



At interface Aventure there is a urine park called rib piranha, Jon took us there the future day. We didn't stay long, too many kids, but we did own 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 rings my snatch was clearly visible to the parks help who helped you at the showtime and where you came to a plosive and individual had to push you to get you going again.



The following campsite had big hedgerow round each little delivery. We pitched the tent and parked the car at the front 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 relaxing next day on the beach Jon told me that I was going to be punished for making a couplet of mistakes navigating us round the French capital anchor ring road.

After I'd cleaned-up after the evening repast Jon got a box out of the 4x4 and we went behind the collapsible shelter. There I had to take my two-piece top and little meshwork chick off leaving me naked. Jon ( with Bridie's supporter ) then tied my wrists and ankles to the 2 tree diagram. My infantry were stretched as far apart as they will go without me falling over ( not that I could ). side by side Jon fastened a ball-gag in space saying that he didn't want my howler and moans disturbing the neighbours, some of who were only a few pes from us.

Jon then went to the car and got a cane out. He then proceeded to return me 20 fortuity. 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 couple of hr I was left there totally naked, with a backside that was burning, and a twat that was aching for attention. The other thing was that the mosquitoes seemed to conceive that I was their level meal. I got tons of morsel but couldn't starting line 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 aid 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 people elderly couple and 2 French men with 3 Gallic woman ( all in one tent ). The Dutch brace stayed by their tent for almost of the day and the woman was topless all the prison term - 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 none sunny day that we had was while we were on that site. We spent almost of the sentence in the tent have a mini-orgy. A mates of times Jon sent me outside to turn back on the tent guy - in the nude. One time the French the great unwashed were just returning from somewhere and I went out right at the wrong ( no right ) moment. At first-class honours degree they just stared, but after I smiled at them I saw a duet of them smile back and one on the men winked at me.

The succeeding day was sunny again and Jon sent Bridie and me for a walk along the long beach. The local authorities have been commodity and put a exhibitioner 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 bound then up the beach to each of the rain shower in round. At the exhibitor we had to take our skirts and tops off ( leaving us raw ), shower, and then put our two-piece on. At the next cascade we had to take the Bikini off, shower then put our tops and annulus on. It took most of the day, but we got some swell attention.

That evening when Bridie was getting the evening 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 dame. 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 charwoman come to tattle to us. I'm still not sure what she was talking about even though her English was full. It was a effective job that Bridie and Jon could concentrate on the conversation. I can still see that knowing smile 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 nighttime. We stayed in one of the apartments. Two broad 24-hour interval, two part solar day and 3 dark wearing cipher, going everywhere, and doing everything naked. Fantastic. Bridie had never been there before and she was amazed. By the starting time eventide she was so slow down. We talked about how ‘ cancel'it felt, there was nothing sexual about just being naked there, except when Jon started invading our consistency, or we saw someone else indulging in some sexual fun.

The most memorable consequence there was going shopping and finding a boutique that sold the sexiest article of clothing I have ever seen. Jon spotted these nipple clamps and clit clamps. Needless to say that he bought some, but not before he got the woman sale supporter to picture us how they fitted. When Jon asked her she was dumb for a hour, 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 first clamp touched me and squeezed my nipple forward. By the metre the second one was in office my pussycat was getting well lubricated.

The cleaning woman told me to sit up on the table and inclination back on my elbow, right there in the middle of the store. We were the but client in there to start off with, but it wasn't long before we had an audience both international and inside the shop.

The clitoris clamp is like an odd shaped hair-grip, but a log stronger. The open end of it has 2 little rings to make it light to manage, but they are positioning so that the fitter's digit are rightfield over your jam. As the woman was putting it on one of her finger went inside me for a second.

After it was fitted, Jon told me to stay like I was whilst he discussed the meritoriousness of the gimmick. It hurt a bit, but it wasn't long before that pain sensation turned into delight and I could give easily stayed there watching the small audience watching my pussy get surface-active agent 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 seconds 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 worry 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 imperativeness 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 public in England that we could wear them. They are just way too transparent, and there's no way that Jon would let us get into anything underneath. We did get a prospect to endure them on one of the even that we were there.

We had to have on the clit clamps and me the mamilla clinch for the rest of that day. I've previously said that I didn't get any sexual delight walking around Cap d'Agde naked, but with those clamp 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 smack 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 write about others.

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