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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 wearisome existence in a little town in North wale and went to exploit as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East midland of England. It was a courageous decision to build as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advert in a BDSM 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 lifespan was so blue and boring. Even the interview for the job was unconvincing, but I was so heroic 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 write a daybook of my new life, and he has since created a web site that it is published on.

If you care to understand my Journal you will get a line that my human relationship with Jon is rather unlike to that of to the highest degree employee and employer, but I have easily come to realise that I have a life that just could not be more satisfying or gratifying. I love my life and all the little dangerous undertaking that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a little bit of whisker 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 ( ish ), pert breast that have small glory and giant pap. When they're unvoiced Jon says they're like chapel hat tholepin. I have a nice house, flat stomach with a pubic bone that does dumbfound out a bit. In my pussy lips I have 2 little amber rings that Jon put in me. My clit is very large and is usually sticking out between my sass. It's about an inch long with a little round head. Jon sometimes calls it my piddling dick. I don't own any bras, knickerbockers, trouser, leggings or shorts ; and 90 % of my skirts and dresses can be described as miniskirt or micro. I used to be a very shy fille, but I've now gone completely the other way, and get a large thrill from letting other people see my body.

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

Jon told me to bar writing my Journal in the summer of 1999, but has recently asked me to document, some of the more occupy experiences that we have had since then.

Both Jon and I have been scouring the net looking for ideas for piffling adventures or incidents that we could manufacture to have some fun. We've found one or two tarradiddle that appear to be slightly rewritten written matter of some of the text in my diary, and one or two that are very similar to some of the dangerous undertaking that we've had and that I've written about in my journal. At first I was a bit pestered about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that person thought our risky venture were good enough to copy. I've started thinking that way as well.

Vanessa's 2003 Summer vacation

Hi, it seems quite a long clock time since I wrote about any of our risky venture. Jon thought so as well, and when we got back from this summer's holiday he told me to drop a line about some of the stir ‘ events'that took blank space.

It all started on the eve of Friday 15th August. first base of all Jon arrived home from work in a big 4x4. He said that he'd borrowed it for a while. Nothing more was said until a yoke of hours later Bridie arrived with a grip in her hand. It was then that Jon told me that we were going camping in the south of France and Spain for couple of weeks. There's nothing new in me being the last to know about holiday, in fact I like the sudden surprise of being in ‘ pattern'musical mode one minute, then being on the way to the sun future. 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 up. As common, Jon removed a few items before all three of us went to bed together.

The alarum 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 bother with any clothes and we set off. Being naked in the car didn't infliction me, but Bridie was a small worried as she hasn't had much 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 problem finding the rectify man. She rarely has problem getting the foremost few dates, but as soon as they want to get more good they all start expecting her to start wearing underwear and longer bird. Jon told her that the future sentence she meets a man that she really fancies, to bring him round to our house. Jon said that he'd talk some horse sense into the man.

Anyway, after a none eventful drive we stopped just outside capital of Delaware 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 visual sense when they get into a car and only see what's directly in front line of them.

After a none eventful Channel crossing we stopped at a big Carrefour supermarket in Calais to fulfill up with cheap Rudolf Christian Karl Diesel ( well, gimcrack 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 first base really vex events were the pike Toll pay booth. Being a Brits vehicle its right paw parkway which meant that it was whoever was in the straw man passenger seat had to pay the cost. Not much of a job when Jon was in that bum, although at least one bell collector noticed a naked female person driver, the veridical fun was when Bridie or I were in that seat.

At one blockage in an Aire River just south of genus Paris Jon decided that it was meter that I was restrained into the spinal column seat. Bridie spent about 10 minutes roping my ankles to the front head restraint and my wrists to the backward seat-belt mainstay points. Just to finish-off the job a vibe was placed where it belongs and I had to spend a yoke of hour getting all worked-up and cumming a few multiplication as Bridie kept turning the speed up and down. That was the first sentence that the rachis rear end of that 4x4 got wet with my pussy juices.

You should make seen the face of the price accumulator when Bridie drew attention to herself and then pointed to me enough times so that the bell collector looked into the back up seat. It didn't helper that Jon wound down the bet on window and went at snail f number until I was out of sight.

It was serious to get over the Pyrenees and down into that really warm climate. It just makes me finger so good - a different trade good to the one I've just described above. Not that the midland on England has been that bad ( for a change ) these last couple of calendar month. I've spent a few 24-hour interval 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 modesty ( ha ).

Anyway, the first campsite was about 100 nautical mile south of Barcelona. It was quite crowded and the pitches were quite diminished. We gave one or two men a bit of a thrill as we bent over quite a lot putting the tent up. The early matter was that Jon told us we had to use the men's showers every day, and not to lock the threshold. We gave a few men a pleasant surprisal. The other thing about the cascade was that I have these towels that when I wrap them round down me they don't quite meet. They leave a comic strip of bare flesh all the way up to the short fasteners that stop them from falling off. Another matter is that they are not very long. When I fasten them just above my petty breast they just come down to the top of my pussycat. The fragile bend or even when I walk appearance 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 ‘ 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 water's sharpness 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 recreate it using a radical 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 understructure were quite close to their heads. 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 display. Next I turned to front them, smiled at them then pealed my clothes slowly off. I then put some sun tan lotion and lay down with my base well apart so that they had a heavy eyeshot.

For the side by side 30 minutes I slowly worked myself up thinking about them. Every min or so I'd feeling over to them or pretend to scrape up an itchiness that slowly go closer and closer to the interior of my pussy. By the time that Bridie arrived I was actually scratching my clit and putting a finger inside.

When Bridie arrived she followed Jon's education to the letter. She said, ‘ Hi'to me then smiled at the group of men. Next she peeled her dress off and stood with her feet either position of my promontory facing the men. side by side she squatted down so that her pussy was just a few inch from my case. I couldn't resist it ; I lifted my head and gave her little clitoris a warm 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 couple of Clarence Shepard Day Jr. and went on the holidaymaker bus topology. Phew was it hot in Barcelona, one of those big digital temperature / prison term exhibit said that it was 39 centigrade. We got off the geartrain 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 prospect but had to be careful, as there were gobs of policemen walking about.

We went into the big apartment computer storage ( can't remember the name ) but it has fate of escalators. We left Jon outside and made certainly 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 store called ‘ Fresh and Ready ’. When Bridie asked Jon what he was laughing about he said,"A good snatch is like a thoroughly sandwich, ‘ Fresh and Ready'”.

The next ‘ event'was when we moved up the coast a bit and Jon took us to universal joint Mediterranean - interface Aventure. Jon told me to wear one of my halter tops that isn't quit long enough to cover the bottom of my bosom. As well as that I wore one of my bikini cover-up skirts ( without the bikini tail ), that doesn't quite meet at the slope. Anyone who looks can separate that I've cypher on underneath. Bride wore a minuscule tube top and a pair of shorts that I made for her a spell back. They're made out of one bit of tenuous, white Lycra, no seam or liner. The incline 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 chap of Bridie 's ass, and you can see the fanny of the nerve of her ass as well. At the nominal head they are so low that you would be able to see some of her pubic pilus - if she had any.

Our brief dress didn't flavor out of space as there were mountain of girls in bikini there. Well we didn't look out of space until we'd been on any of the H2O ride. There are a couple of them that get you rather wet. When we got off them both sets of tit and chocolate-brown forget me drug round them were clearly seeable and the snap of Bridie's pussy looked big. My wet little bird tended to depend on up at the front as I walked along. At one point Jon had to turn back me and pull out it down because there were some young tike coming towards us.

Later on during the day Jon told us to go to the crapper and swop bottoms. I laced the shorts up tight and you could see my clit pushing the slim Lycra out. I've described what they don't cover of Bridie's, and I'm a bit with child that her so you can suppose me what I was showing.



At Port Aventure there is a water common called Costa piranha, Jon took us there the next day. We didn't stay long, too many kids, but we did deliver some fun on the water slides. I made sure that my side tie micro bikini wasn't fastened squarely and as a lay back on the big rubber rings my slit was clearly seeable to the parks supporter who helped you at the start and where you came to a stop and someone had to push you to get you going again.



The following campsite had big hedgerow round each small pitch. We pitched the tent and parked the car at the front leaving a big stick in space behind. Jon told us that that we would need that space later, but didn't say what for. After a slack following 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 ring road.

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 shoot my Bikini top and fiddling network skirt off leaving me naked. Jon ( with Bridie's help ) then tied my wrists and ankles to the 2 trees. 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 place saying that he didn't want my screams and moan 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 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 next couple of minute I was left there totally naked, with a backside that was burning, and a snatch that was aching for attention. The former thing was that the mosquitoes seemed to intend that I was their evening repast. I got dozens of sting but couldn't scar 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 care of the ache in my pussy.

Another one of the encampment was ‘ open-plan ’. It only had corner marking for each of the pitch shot. We were between a Dutch people elderly couple and 2 French men with 3 French women ( all in one collapsible shelter ). The Dutch yoke stayed by their tent for most of the day and the woman was topless all the time - just like us. No big deal, but her white meat were very firm, I just hope that mine are still that firm when I get to her age.

The only when none sunny 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 match of multiplication Jon sent me outside to gibe on the tent guys - in the nude statue. One prison term the French hoi polloi were just returning from somewhere and I went out right at the wrong ( 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 adjacent day was cheery again and Jon sent Bridie and me for a walk along the long beach. The local anesthetic authorities have been unspoilt and put a shower on the beach every few hundred time. Jon told us to walk right to one end of the beach then right to the other end. As we went we had to walk along the urine's bound then up the beach to each of the showers in bend. At the exhibitioner we had to consider our skirts and top of the inning off ( leaving us naked ), exhibitor, and then put our Bikini on. At the adjacent cascade we had to take the bikinis off, shower then put our top side and bird on. It took most of the day, but we got some great attention.

That evening when Bridie was getting the evening meal ready I was sat on Jon's lap while we were drinking some wine-colored. I was only wearing a arcminute bikini top and a small cover-up skirt. 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 talk to us. I'm still not sure as shooting what she was talking about even though her English was dear. It was a honorable job that Bridie and Jon could rivet on the conversation. I can still see that knowing smiling that she gave me after she'd stared at us for a brace of seconds.

On the way back from Spain, Jon took us to Cap d'Agde for 3 nights. We stayed in one of the apartments. Two full years, two part days 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 relaxed. 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 mortal else indulging in some sexual fun.

The most memorable upshot there was going shopping and finding a boutique that sold the sexiest wearable I have ever seen. Jon spotted these teat clamps and button clinch. acerate leaf to say that he bought some, but not before he got the woman sales supporter to bear witness 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 mammilla weren't all that big until the first clamp touched me and squeezed my mammilla forward. By the meter the mo one was in place my pussy was getting well lubricated.

The cleaning woman told me to sit up on the table and skimpy back on my elbows, right there in the middle of the workshop. We were the only customer in there to start off with, but it wasn't long before we had an audience both exterior 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 little tintinnabulation to make it easier 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 ride out like I was whilst he discussed the merits of the gimmick. It hurt a bit, but it wasn't long before that pain in the ass turned into pleasure and I could receive easily stayed there watching the small audience watching my pussy get wetter and wetter.

As Jon told me to get down of the tabular array he told Bridie to get on it. She looked surprised and hesitated for a few arcsecond before jumping up and opening her wooden leg. Jon picked up another clit clamp and started to fit it to her. She gasped as Jon played about with her pussy, pretending to hold trouble fitting it. I know that Bridie's clit is little 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 clothes. Jon bought us each a attire 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 bear anything underneath. We did get a luck to have on them on one of the evenings that we were there.

We had to wear the clit clamps and me the mammilla clamps for the rest of that day. I've previously said that I didn't get any sexual 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 people stood future to me in the workshop could reek my slit juice, I know that Bridie could.

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

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