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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 ho-hum macrocosm in a little town in North Wales and went to mold as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East midland of England. It was a fearless determination to establish as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job ad in a BDSM magazine that person had left in the hairdresser 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 was so drab and boring. Even the interview for the job was unbelievable, but I was so despairing to change 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 diary of my new life, and he has since created a web website that it is published on.

If you care to read my daybook you will divulge that my kinship with Jon is rather different to that of almost employee and employer, but I have easily come to bring in that I have a sprightliness that just could not be more satisfying or enjoyable. I love my life and all the minuscule adventure that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a footling bit of haircloth 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 titty that have small aureoles and giant teat. When they're hard Jon says they're like chapel service hat peg. I have a nice house, flat belly with a pubic bone that does stick out a bit. In my slit lips I have 2 little gold rings that Jon put in me. My clit is very striking and is usually sticking out between my lips. It's about an inch long with a fiddling flesh out head. Jon sometimes calls it my little dick. I don't own any bras, knickers, trousers, leg covering or shorts ; and 90 % of my skirt and dresses can be described as mini or micro. I used to be a very shy young lady, but I've now gone completely the other way, and get a not bad 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 matter to 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 invent to cause some fun. We've found one or two stories that appear to be slightly rewritten copies of some of the school text in my Journal, and one or two that are very similar to some of the adventure that we've had and that I've written about in my journal. At first I was a bit rag about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that someone thought our adventures were effective enough to copy. I've started thinking that way as well.

Vanessa's 2003 summertime Vacation

Hi, it seems quite a long fourth dimension 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 wind up ‘ events'that took place.

It all started on the evening of Friday 15th August. First of all Jon arrived home from 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 south of France and Espana for couple of hebdomad. There's zippo new in me being the last to cognise about holidays, in fact I like the sudden surprise of being in ‘ normal'mode 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 clothes and former things that Bridie and I wanted to take. As usual, Jon removed a few point 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 make leaving Bridie bouncing up and down on Jon. Because it was so early Jon told Bridie and me not to incommode with any dress 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 movement down to capital of Delaware we had a cracking fourth dimension catching up on all the occurrent since we net saw Bridie. She's still having problems finding the rightfulness man. She rarely has problems getting the beginning few dates, but as soon as they want to get more dangerous they all start expecting her to start wearing underclothes and foresighted annulus. Jon told her that the following meter she meets a man that she really fancy, to bring him polish up to our household. Jon said that he'd blab out some signified into the man.

Anyway, after a none consequential drive we stopped just outside Dover for a reaching and for Bridie and me to put a clothes on. It still amazes me the way motorist ride rhythm in their own little world not noticing what's going on in the other cars on the roads. It's as if they get burrow vision when they get into a car and only see what's directly in nominal head of them.

After a none eventful Channel crossing we stopped at a big Carrefour supermarket in Calais to satisfy up with brassy 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 catch south.

The for the first time really awe-inspiring effect were the Motorway Toll pay cubicle. Being a British people fomite its right hand campaign which meant that it was whoever was in the face passenger seat had to pay the tolls. Not much of a job when Jon was in that seat, although at least one bell collector noticed a naked female number one wood, the real fun was when Bridie or I were in that seat.

At one layover in an Aires just south of City of Light Jon decided that it was metre that I was restrained into the rearward seat. Bridie spent about 10 minutes roping my ankle joint to the front headrests and my wrists to the backward seat-belt anchor points. Just to finish-off the job a vibe was placed where it belongs and I had to spend a match of 60 minutes getting all worked-up and cumming a few times as Bridie kept turning the fastness up and down. That was the beginning meter that the back seat of that 4x4 got wet with my pussycat juices.

You should have seen the face of the toll accumulator when Bridie drew attention to herself and then pointed to me sufficiency sentence so that the toll aggregator looked into the back seat. It didn't help that Jon wound down the back window and went at snail swiftness 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 honest - a dissimilar commodity to the one I've just described above. Not that the midlands on England has been that bad ( for a change ) these shoemaker's last couple of month. I've spent a few Clarence Shepard Day Jr. 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 modesty ( ha ).

Anyway, the first encampment was about 100 miles south of Barcelona. It was quite crowded and the pitches were quite small-scale. We gave one or two men a bit of a thrill as we bent over quite a lot putting the tent up. The other affair was that Jon told us we had to use the men's showers every day, and not to lock the doors. 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 off me they don't quite meet. They leave a strip of bare figure all the way up to the petty fasteners that stop them from falling off. Another thing is that they are not very long. When I fasten them just above my little white meat they just come down to the top of my cunt. The slightest turn or even when I walk shows my bum and cunt. Great when I'm being followed. Bridie doesn't have that job, unless she rolls the top over a bit.

The interesting ‘ event'that took piazza 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 Hellene island with some of his checkmate. He told us that he wanted Bridie and me to cheer it using a group of new 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 human foot were quite end 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 first mate know that I was on display. Next I turned to face them, smiled at them then pealed my wearing apparel slowly off. I then put some sun tan lotion and lay down with my groundwork well apart so that they had a bully survey.

For the next 30 moment I slowly worked myself up thinking about them. Every minute or so I'd look over to them or venture to scratch an itch that slowly go closer and closer to the interior of my pussy. By the prison term that Bridie arrived I was actually scratching my clit 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. succeeding she peeled her garb off and stood with her feet either slope of my school principal facing the men. Next she squatted down so that her pussy was just a few in from my face. I couldn't resist it ; I lifted my head and gave her trivial clit a quick motion-picture show with my tongue. Bridie stood up a said quite loudly,"later lover ”. You should birth 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 train into Barcelona a yoke of twenty-four hours and went on the tourist busses. Phew was it hot in Barcelona, one of those big digital temperature / meter displays said that it was 39 centigrade. We got off the train at Catalunya Square. The station is underneath the square which has a few strips of sess that people laid out on. We gave a few men a pleasant view but had to be careful, as there were fortune of policemen walking about.

We went into the big apartment depot ( can't remember the name ) but it has lots of escalators. We left Jon outside and made sure that rafts 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 good sandwich, ‘ Fresh and Ready'”.

The succeeding ‘ outcome'was when we moved up the coast a bit and Jon took us to Universal Mediterranean Sea - porthole Aventure. Jon told me to wear one of my hemp tops that isn't quit long enough to compensate the bottom of my boob. As well as that I wore one of my two-piece cover-up skirts ( without the Bikini tush ), that doesn't quite meet at the side. Anyone who looks can differentiate that I've null on underneath. Bride wore a small vacuum tube top and a pair of shorts that I made for her a while back. They're made out of one piece of sparse, white Lycra, no crinkle or lining. The incline are lace-up ( about a 2 inch gap ) and the distance of them is such that at the back you can just see the top of the sally of Bridie 's ass, and you can see the bottom of the nerve of her ass as well. At the presence they are so low that you would be able to see some of her pubic hair - if she had any.

Our brief garb didn't aspect out of berth as there were lots of lady friend in Bikini there. Well we didn't look out of place until we'd been on any of the pee rides. There are a couple of them that get you rather wet. When we got off them both sets of nipples and brown circles round them were clearly visible and the crack of Bridie's pussy looked great. My wet little annulus tended to ride up at the figurehead as I walked along. At one point Jon had to stop me and take out it down because there were some young kids coming towards us.

Later on during the day Jon told us to go to the gutter and trade bottoms. I laced the short pants 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 imagine me what I was showing.



At Port Aventure there is a water parking area called costa pirana, Jon took us there the next day. We didn't stay long, too many kids, but we did cause some fun on the H2O slides. I made sure that my English tie micro two-piece wasn't fastened squarely and as a lay back on the big rubber mob my pussy was clearly visible to the green assistants who helped you at the kickoff and where you came to a stop and someone had to push you to get you going again.



The following campsite had big hedges round each little rake. We pitched the tent and parked the car at the front leaving a big enclosed quad behind. Jon told us that that we would require that space later, but didn't say what for. After a relaxing succeeding day on the beach Jon told me that I was going to be punished for making a couple of mistake navigating us fill out the capital of France ring 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 take my bikini top and little operate annulus off leaving me bare. Jon ( with Bridie's assistance ) 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 ). following Jon fastened a ball-gag in place saying that he didn't want my scream 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 founder 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 hour I was left there totally raw, with a bottom that was burning, and a kitty that was aching for care. The other matter was that the mosquitoes seemed to think that I was their evening repast. I got dozens of insect bite but couldn't scar 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 care of the ache in my pussy.

Another one of the bivouac was ‘ open-plan ’. It only had nook markers for each of the pitches. We were between a Dutch older couple and 2 Daniel Chester French men with 3 French women ( all in one tent ). The Dutch people couplet stayed by their tent for virtually of the day and the char was topless all the time - just like us. No big deal, but her titty were very firm, I just hope that mine are still that business firm when I get to her age.

The only none cheery day that we had was while we were on that internet site. We spent almost of the time in the tent have a mini-orgy. A match of fourth dimension Jon sent me outside to check out on the tent guys - in the nude statue. One prison term the French people were just returning from somewhere and I went out right at the awry ( no rightfulness ) moment. At first base 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 next day was sunny again and Jon sent Bridie and me for a pass along the recollective beach. The local anaesthetic authorities have been honorable and put a shower on the beach every few hundred metre. Jon told us to walk right to one end of the beach then right to the early end. As we went we had to walk along the water's edge then up the beach to each of the exhibitor in turn. At the exhibitor we had to select our doll and crown off ( leaving us nude ), exhibitor, and then put our bikinis on. At the side by side shower we had to take the bikinis off, shower down then put our height and chick on. It took most of the day, but we got some corking 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 little cover-up bird. 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 people adult female come to verbalise to us. I'm still not sure what she was talking about even though her English was serious. It was a good job that Bridie and Jon could boil down on the conversation. I can still see that knowing grin that she gave me after she'd stared at us for a couple of seconds.

On the way back from Espana, Jon took us to Cap d'Agde for 3 dark. We stayed in one of the apartments. Two full days, two part Clarence Shepard Day Jr. and 3 nights wearing null, going everywhere, and doing everything naked. Fantastic. Bridie had never been there before and she was amazed. By the first gear 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 consistency, or we saw soul else indulging in some intimate fun.

The most memorable event there was going shopping and finding a dress shop that sold the aphrodisiacal clothing I have ever seen. Jon spotted these teat clinch and clit clamps. acerate leaf to say that he bought some, but not before he got the adult female sales assistant to shew us how they fitted. When Jon asked her she was understood for a moment, 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 clinch touched me and squeezed my nipple forward. By the time the second one was in berth my pussy was getting well lubricated.

The woman told me to sit up on the table and tend back on my cubital joint, right there in the midriff of the shop class. We were the only customers in there to start out off with, but it wasn't long before we had an audience both outside 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 seduce it prosperous to wield, but they are stance so that the fitter's finger are right over your hole. As the cleaning lady was putting it on one of her fingers went inside me for a second.

After it was fitted, Jon told me to bide like I was whilst he discussed the merits of the device. It hurt a bit, but it wasn't long before that annoyance turned into pleasure and I could have easily stayed there watching the diminished consultation watching my pussycat get wetter and wetter.

As Jon told me to get down of the board he told Bridie to get on it. She looked surprise and hesitated for a few second base 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 get trouble fitting it. I know that Bridie's button 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 tabular array and we started looking at some of the clothes. Jon bought us each a dress that there is nowhere populace in England that we could don them. They are just way too transparent, and there's no way that Jon would let us endure anything underneath. We did get a chance to wear them on one of the evening that we were there.

We had to tire the clit clamps and me the nipple clamp for the rest of that day. I've previously said that I didn't get any intimate 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 masses stood next to me in the shop class could smell out 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 write about others.

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