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Hi, my gens is Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound chassis with blondish pilus. In 1998 I quit my deadening world in a minuscule Ithiel Town in northward Wales and went to work as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East Midlands of England. It was a brave decisiveness to make as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advert in a BDSM magazine that someone had left in the stylist where I worked. I didn't really have a go at it what I was letting myself in for, but I really did necessitate to do something because my aliveness was so drab and drilling. Even the interview for the job was unbelievable, but I was so dire to change my spirit 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 read my diary you will discover that my relationship with Jon is rather dissimilar to that of most employee and employer, but I have easily come to agnize that I have a life that just could not be more satisfy or pleasurable. I love my sprightliness and all the picayune adventure that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a picayune bit of pilus that grows on my leg, I have no body hair below my neck opening. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with small-scale ( ish ), impertinent breasts that have small aura and elephantine nipples. When they're hard Jon says they're like chapel service hat pegs. I have a nice firm, matt breadbasket with a pubic os that does cohere out a bit. In my slit mouth I have 2 short amber rings that Jon put in me. My clit is very prominent and is usually sticking out between my back talk. It's about an inch long with a niggling polish straits. Jon sometimes calls it my fiddling dick. I don't own any bras, knickers, trouser, leg covering or shorts ; and 90 % of my skirts and dresses can be described as mini or micro. I used to be a very shy female child, but I've now gone completely the early way, and get a enceinte thrill from letting other 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 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 piddling dangerous undertaking or incidents that we could manufacture to have some fun. We've found one or two stories that appear to be slightly rewritten copies of some of the text in my journal, and one or two that are very exchangeable to some of the escapade that we've had and that I've written about in my journal. At first-class honours degree I was a bit annoyed about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that soul thought our adventures were good enough to copy. I've started thinking that way as well.

genus Vanessa's 2003 Summer holiday

Hi, it seems quite a yearn meter 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 save about some of the exciting ‘ issue'that took shoes.

It all started on the evening of Fri 15th August. first of all Jon arrived home from oeuvre in a big 4x4. He said that he'd borrowed it for a piece. Nothing more was said until a pair 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 south of France and Spain for mates of hebdomad. There's nothing new in me being the concluding to make love about vacation, in fact I like the sudden surprise of being in ‘ normal'modal value one minute, 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 dress and other things that Bridie and I wanted to bring. 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 rain shower. I went to get breakfast fix leaving Bridie bouncing up and down on Jon. Because it was so early Jon told Bridie and me not to bother with any apparel and we set off. Being naked in the car didn't bother me, but Bridie was a footling apprehensive as she hasn't had a great deal experience of been naked in a moving car.

On the drive down to Dover we had a great time catching up on all the occurrence since we last saw Bridie. She's still having job finding the right man. She rarely has trouble getting the first few particular date, but as soon as they want to get more serious they all start expecting her to start wearing underwear and longer dame. Jon told her that the next time she meets a man that she really fancy, to bring him round to our house. Jon said that he'd talk some signified 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 drive round in their own little world not noticing what's going on in the other cars on the roads. It's as if they get tunnel imagination when they get into a car and only see what's directly in presence of them.

After a none consequential Channel cross we stopped at a big Carrefour supermarket in Calais to satisfy 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 yearn haul south.

The first really get events were the expressway Toll pay booths. Being a British people vehicle its right hand drive which meant that it was whoever was in the front passenger hind end had to pay the price. Not practically of a trouble when Jon was in that fanny, although at least one bell collector noticed a naked female person driver, the real fun was when Bridie or I were in that seat.

At one stay in an Aires just south of Paris Jon decided that it was time that I was restrained into the back rear end. Bridie spent about 10 minutes roping my ankle to the battlefront head restraint and my wrists to the back seat-belt linchpin points. Just to finish-off the job a vibe was placed where it belongs and I had to pass a duet of hours getting all worked-up and cumming a few fourth dimension as Bridie kept turning the speed up and down. That was the get-go time that the back hind end of that 4x4 got wet with my pussy juices.

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

It was proficient to get over the Pyrenees and down into that really warm climate. It just makes me feel so proficient - a dissimilar commodity to the one I've just described above. Not that the Midland on England has been that bad ( for a change ) these conclusion couple of calendar month. I've spent a few days improving my all-over tan when Jon left me restrained to the staging chassis with only a covering of sun tan lotion to hide my modesty ( ha ).

Anyway, the first gear campground was about 100 miles south of Barcelona. It was quite crowded and the pitch shot were quite minor. We gave one or two men a bit of a thrill as we bent over quite a lot putting the tent up. The former matter was that Jon told us we had to use the men's shower bath every day, and not to lock in the doors. We gave a few men a pleasant surprise. The other thing about the shower bath was that I have these towels that when I wrap them polish me they don't quite meet. They leave a strip of bare figure all the way up to the lilliputian fasteners that stop them from falling off. Another matter 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 slight curve or even when I walk shows my bum and cunt. Great when I'm being followed. Bridie doesn't have that problem, unless she rolls the top over a bit.

The interest ‘ event'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 piddle'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 Hellenic language island with some of his mates. He told us that he wanted Bridie and me to play 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 base were quite close to their point. As I lay my towel down I bent over so that my kitty-cat was fully visible to them. I saw ( and heard ) one of them let his mates know that I was on exhibit. next I turned to face up them, smiled at them then pealed my dress slowly off. I then put some sun tan application and lay down with my fundament well apart so that they had a neat eyeshot.

For the next 30 minutes I slowly worked myself up thinking about them. Every bit or so I'd look over to them or pretend to scratch an scabies that slowly go closer and closer to the inside of my pussy. By the fourth dimension that Bridie arrived I was actually scratching my clitoris and putting a finger inside.

When Bridie arrived she followed Jon's operating instructions to the letter of the alphabet. She said, ‘ Hi'to me then smiled at the group of men. Next she peeled her dress off and stood with her feet either side of meat of my drumhead facing the men. Next she squatted down so that her pussy was just a few inch from my expression. I couldn't resist it ; I lifted my pass and gave her fiddling clitoris a nimble motion 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 ‘ collapsible shelter'deflate. With that we packed up and went to where Jon was.

We got the power train into Barcelona a couple of Clarence Shepard Day Jr. and went on the tourist busses. Phew was it hot in Barcelona, one of those big digital temperature / metre displays said that it was 39 centigrade. We got off the train at Catalunya Square. The station is underneath the square toes 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 lots of policemen walking about.

We went into the big flat store ( can't remember the name ) but it has lots of escalator clause. We left Jon outside and made sure enough that loads 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 twat is like a right sandwich, ‘ Fresh and Ready'”.

The future ‘ outcome'was when we moved up the coast a bit and Jon took us to linguistic universal Mediterranean - larboard Aventure. Jon told me to wear one of my halter tops that isn't quit long enough to insure the bottom of my breasts. As well as that I wore one of my bikini cover-up skirts ( without the bikini posterior ), that doesn't quite meet at the side. Anyone who looks can tell that I've zippo on underneath. Bride wore a lowly tube top and a pair of shorts that I made for her a while back. They're made out of one piece of music of thin, E. B. White Lycra, no wrinkle or lining. The sides are lace-up ( about a 2 column inch gap ) and the length of them is such that at the back you can just see the top of the whirl of Bridie 's ass, and you can see the can 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 hairsbreadth - if she had any.

Our legal brief attire didn't look out of place as there were lots of daughter in bikinis there. Well we didn't look out of lieu 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 sets of nipples and brown lot round them were clearly visible and the fissure of Bridie's pussy looked great. My wet little skirt tended to taunt up at the movement as I walked along. At one detail Jon had to arrest me and pull it down because there were some Pres Young tyke coming towards us.

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



At embrasure Aventure there is a piss ballpark called costa Caribe, Jon took us there the next day. We didn't stay long, too many Thomas Kyd, but we did have some fun on the piddle slides. I made sure that my slope tie micro bikini wasn't fastened squarely and as a lay back on the big natural rubber closed chain my slit was clearly visible to the Rosa Parks assistants who helped you at the start and where you came to a full point and someone had to bear on you to get you going again.



The next campsite had big hedging round each little slant. We pitched the tent and parked the car at the front end leaving a big enfold space behind. Jon told us that that we would need that space later, but didn't say what for. After a reposeful following day on the beach Jon told me that I was going to be punished for making a dyad of mistakes navigating us round the genus Paris ring road.

After I'd cleaned-up after the eventide meal Jon got a box out of the 4x4 and we went behind the collapsible shelter. There I had to contract my bikini top and minuscule mesh skirt off leaving me naked. Jon ( with Bridie's help ) then tied my wrists and ankle joint to the 2 Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. My metrical unit were stretched as far apart as they will go without me falling over ( not that I could ). next Jon fastened a ball-gag in home saying that he didn't want my screams and groan disturbing the neighbour, 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 shot. 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 hours I was left there totally naked, with a backside that was burning, and a pussy that was aching for attention. The other thing was that the mosquitoes seemed to call back that I was their evening meal. I got dozens of bites 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 forethought 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 tent ). The Dutch mates stayed by their tent for most of the day and the woman was topless all the fourth dimension - just like us. No big business deal, but her bosom were very unbendable, I just hope that mine are still that firm when I get to her age.

The only none cheery 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 duo of times Jon sent me outside to check on the tent cat - in the nude. One metre the French people were just returning from somewhere and I went out right at the wrongfulness ( no right hand ) 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 side by side day was cheery again and Jon sent Bridie and me for a walk along the long beach. The local bureau have been good and put a shower bath on the beach every few hundred metres. Jon told us to walk right to one end of the beach then right to the former end. As we went we had to take the air along the water's border then up the beach to each of the exhibitioner in tour. At the cascade we had to involve our skirts and acme off ( leaving us defenseless ), rain shower, and then put our bikinis on. At the next cascade we had to study the Bikini off, shower then put our tops and skirt on. It took most of the day, but we got some expectant attention.

That evening when Bridie was getting the eve meal cook I was sat on Jon's lap while we were drinking some wine. 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 woman come to talk to us. I'm still not sure what she was talking about even though her English was good. It was a salutary 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 nights. We stayed in one of the apartment. Two full days, two parting Clarence Day and 3 dark 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 loose. We talked about how ‘ natural'it felt, there was nothing intimate 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 event there was going shopping and finding a dress shop that sold the sexiest clothing I have ever seen. Jon spotted these nipple clamps and clit clamps. phonograph needle to say that he bought some, but not before he got the charwoman sales assistant to render us how they fitted. When Jon asked her she was silent for a instant, 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 tit forward. By the meter the endorse one was in place my cunt was getting well lubricated.

The woman told me to sit up on the table and lean back on my elbows, 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 outside and inside the shop.

The button clamp is like an odd shaped hair-grip, but a log stronger. The surface end of it has 2 little doughnut to make believe it comfortable to address, but they are positions so that the fitter's finger's breadth are redress 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 deservingness of the device. It hurt a bit, but it wasn't long before that painful sensation turned into pleasure and I could have easily stayed there watching the humble interview watching my pussy get 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 second base before jumping up and opening her pegleg. Jon picked up another button clamp and started to fit it to her. She gasped as Jon played about with her pussycat, pretending to bear 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 force per unit area on Bridie really did gasp.

Eventually Bridie got off the board and we started looking at some of the clothes. Jon bought us each a apparel 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 wear thin anything underneath. We did get a chance to wear them on one of the evenings that we were there.

We had to wear the clit clamps and me the nipple clinch for the repose of that day. I've previously said that I didn't get any sexual 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 multitude stood future to me in the store could smack my pussy juices, I know that Bridie could.

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

V