Introduction

Hi, my epithet 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 trivial town in Union Wales and went to act as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the eastern United States midland of England. It was a brave conclusion to make as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advertisement in a BDSM magazine that individual had left in the styler where I worked. I didn't really acknowledge what I was letting myself in for, but I really did call for to do something because my life was so drab and oil production. Even the interview for the job was improbable, but I was so desperate 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 Journal of my new life, and he has since created a web site that it is published on.

If you care to scan my Journal you will discover that my relationship with Jon is rather different to that of most employee and employer, but I have easily come to realise that I have a life that just could not be more satisfying or pleasurable. I love my life and all the little adventures that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a piddling bit of whisker that grows on my legs, I have no body hairsbreadth below my neck opening. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with small ( ish ), pert titty that have small aureoles and heavyweight nipples. When they're hard Jon says they're like chapel service hat peg. I have a prissy house, prostrate stomach with a pubic os that does stick out a bit. In my pussy sassing I have 2 piddling gold halo that Jon put in me. My clit is very prominent and is usually sticking out between my lips. It's about an inch long with a minuscule round head. Jon sometimes calls it my little shaft. I don't own any bras, knickers, trousers, leggings or drawers ; and 90 % of my skirts and wearing apparel can be described as mini or micro. I used to be a very shy female child, 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 wish to e-mail me with specific questions.

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

Both Jon and I have been scouring the net looking for melodic theme for minuscule adventures or incidents that we could manufacture to have some fun. We've found one or two level that appear to be slightly rewritten written matter of some of the schoolbook in my daybook, 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 world-class I was a bit gravel about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that someone thought our adventures were good enough to copy. 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 summertime's holiday he told me to compose about some of the agitate ‘ result'that took situation.

It all started on the eve of Friday 15th Aug. get-go 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 couple of hours later Bridie arrived with a bag in her deal. It was then that Jon told me that we were going camping in the south of France and Spain for couple of calendar week. There's cipher 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 next. It seems more exciting.

That evening we loaded up the car and Jon went through the dress and other matter 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 good 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 former Jon told Bridie and me not to bother with any clothes and we set off. Being naked in the car didn't annoyance me, but Bridie was a niggling apprehensive as she hasn't had often experience of been naked in a moving car.

On the drive down to Dover we had a gravid meter catching up on all the happenings since we last saw Bridie. She's still having trouble finding the right man. She rarely has problems getting the first few particular date, but as soon as they want to get more severe they all start expecting her to start wearing underwear and longer skirts. Jon told her that the next time she meets a man that she really fondness, to bring him flesh out to our sign of the zodiac. Jon said that he'd verbalise some mother wit into the man.

Anyway, after a none eventful drive we stopped just out of doors capital of Delaware for a reach and for Bridie and me to put a dress on. It still amazes me the way motorist drive rung in their own little human race not noticing what's going on in the other elevator car on the roads. It's as if they get burrow vision 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 cheesy 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 low really amazing events were the pike bell pay cubicle. Being a British vehicle its flop deal effort which meant that it was whoever was in the front passenger butt had to pay the tolls. Not practically of a job when Jon was in that can, although at least one toll collector noticed a naked female driver, the veridical fun was when Bridie or I were in that seat.

At one diaphragm in an River Aire just south of genus Paris Jon decided that it was time that I was restrained into the back up hind end. Bridie spent about 10 minutes roping my ankle joint to the front headrests and my wrists to the stake seat-belt backbone points. Just to finish-off the job a vibe was placed where it belongs and I had to spend a mates of hours getting all worked-up and cumming a few times as Bridie kept turning the speeding up and down. That was the first time that the spinal column seat of that 4x4 got wet with my pussy juices.

You should have seen the face of the toll aggregator when Bridie drew attending to herself and then pointed to me decent times so that the toll accumulator looked into the plump for seat. It didn't help that Jon wound down the back 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 climate. It just makes me feel so skilful - a different 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 month. I've spent a few days improving my all-over tan when Jon left me restrained to the scaffolding frame with only a coating of sun tan lotion to veil my modesty ( ha ).

Anyway, the foremost campsite was about 100 Roman mile south of Barcelona. It was quite crowded and the pitching were quite small-scale. We gave one or two men a bit of a thrill 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 showers every day, and not to lock the doorway. We gave a few men a pleasant surprise. The early thing about the rain shower was that I have these towels that when I wrap them round me they don't quite sports meeting. They leave a slip of bare flesh all the way up to the little fastening that stop them from falling off. Another thing is that they are not very long. When I fasten them just above my little breast they just come down to the top of my pussy. The fragile bend or even when I walk show my bum and pussy. Great when I'm being followed. Bridie doesn't have that trouble, unless she rolls the top over a bit.

The interesting ‘ event'that took billet around that clip was when we went to a nudist 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 melodic theme. 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 mathematical 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 pussycat 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 frock 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 next 30 minutes I slowly worked myself up thinking about them. Every minute or so I'd look over to them or profess to scrape an itch that slowly go closer and closer to the inside of my pussy. By the time that Bridie arrived I was actually scratching my button and putting a finger inside.

When Bridie arrived she followed Jon's educational activity to the alphabetic character. She said, ‘ Hi'to me then smiled at the chemical group of men. future she peeled her dress off and stood with her metrical unit either position of my head facing the men. Next she squatted down so that her pussy was just a few inches from my human face. I couldn't resist it ; I lifted my mind and gave her little clitoris a quick flick with my clapper. Bridie stood up a said quite loudly,"later lover ”. You should take 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 railroad train into Barcelona a match of Clarence Shepard Day Jr. and went on the tourist coach. Phew was it hot in Barcelona, one of those big digital temperature / metre displays said that it was 39 centigrade. We got off the gear at Catalunya square toes. The station is underneath the public square which has a few strips of grass that multitude laid out on. We gave a few men a pleasant horizon but had to be careful, 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 escalators. We left Jon outside and made sure that hatful 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 goodness sandwich, ‘ Fresh and Ready'”.

The next ‘ event'was when we moved up the seacoast a bit and Jon took us to Universal Mediterranean - Port Aventure. Jon told me to wear one of my halter tops that isn't quit long enough to hide the bottom of my knocker. As well as that I wore one of my bikini cover-up skirts ( without the bikini bottom of the inning ), that doesn't quite sports meeting at the slope. Anyone who looks can assure that I've nothing on underneath. Bride wore a small underground top and a pair of boxershorts that I made for her a patch back. They're made out of one art object of thinly, Andrew Dickson White Lycra, no seams or lining. The face are lace-up ( about a 2 in gap ) and the length 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 tush of the cheek of her ass as well. At the front they are so low that you would be able-bodied 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 young lady in two-piece there. well we didn't look out of place until we'd been on any of the water ride. There are a duad of them that get you rather wet. When we got off them both sets of teat and dark-brown circles round them were clearly seeable and the crack of Bridie's pussy looked great. My wet little dame tended to bait up at the front as I walked along. At one point Jon had to finish me and displume it down because there were some young kids coming towards us.

Later on during the day Jon told us to go to the sewer and swap 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 top of Bridie's, and I'm a bit bigger that her so you can think me what I was showing.



At Port Aventure there is a H2O park called Costa piranha, Jon took us there the adjacent day. We didn't stay long, too many kids, but we did take some fun on the water chute. I made sure that my side tie micro bikini wasn't fastened squarely and as a lay back on the big prophylactic rings my slit was clearly visible to the car park helper who helped you at the offset and where you came to a stop and soul had to push you to get you going again.



The succeeding camping ground had big hedges round each little slant. We pitched the tent and parked the car at the front man 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 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 meal Jon got a box out of the 4x4 and we went behind the tent. There I had to contain my bikini top and little mesh skirt off leaving me naked. Jon ( with Bridie's help ) then tied my wrists and ankles to the 2 Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. My base were stretched as far apart as they will go without me falling over ( not that I could ). Next Jon fastened a ball-gag in place saying that he didn't want my belly laugh and moan disturbing the neighbours, some of who were only a few understructure from us.

Jon then went to the car and got a cane out. He then proceeded to devote 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 adjacent dyad of hours I was left there totally nude, with a hindquarters that was burning, and a pussy that was aching for attention. The early matter was that the mosquitoes seemed to think that I was their flush repast. I got oodles of collation but couldn't kale even one.

When Jon and Bridie got back they untied me and I was sent for a shower bath. Thankfully when I got back Jon took care of the aching in my pussy.

Another one of the campsites was ‘ open-plan ’. It only had nook marking for each of the pitch shot. We were between a Dutch older span and 2 French men with 3 French women ( all in one tent ). The Dutch couple stayed by their tent for to the highest degree of the day and the cleaning woman was topless all the time - just like us. No big deal, but her knocker were very firm, I just hope that mine are still that firm when I get to her age.

The merely none sunny day that we had was while we were on that site. We spent nearly of the time in the tent have a mini-orgy. A couplet of times Jon sent me outside to match on the tent cat - in the nude. One time the Daniel Chester French people were just returning from somewhere and I went out right at the unseasonable ( no right wing ) moment. At inaugural 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 walk along the hanker beach. The local authorities have been effective and put a shower on the beach every few hundred metres. Jon told us to walk right to one end of the beach then right to the other end. As we went we had to take the air along the H2O's edge then up the beach to each of the cascade in spell. At the showers we had to adopt our skirts and top off ( leaving us naked ), lavish, and then put our Bikini on. At the next shower we had to pick out the bikinis off, shower then put our tops and chick on. It took most of the day, but we got some great attention.

That evening when Bridie was getting the eventide meal quick I was sat on Jon's lap while we were drinking some wine. I was only wearing a minute two-piece top and a minuscule cover-up annulus. 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 woman come to utter to us. I'm still not sure what she was talking about even though her English was salutary. 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 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 full days, two part Day and 3 dark wearing zero, 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 nada sexual about just being naked there, except when Jon started invading our torso, or we saw mortal else indulging in some intimate fun.

The most memorable event there was going shopping and finding a boutique that sold the aphrodisiacal clothing I have ever seen. Jon spotted these nipple clamps and clit clamps. acerate leaf to say that he bought some, but not before he got the cleaning woman sale help to show 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 nipples weren't all that big until the number 1 clinch touched me and squeezed my nipple forward. By the meter the second one was in place my pussy was getting well lubricated.

The woman told me to sit up on the tabular array and be given back on my elbow, right there in the middle of the shop. We were the only customers in there to start off with, but it wasn't long before we had an audience both international and inside the shop.

The clit clamp is like an odd shaped hair-grip, but a log stronger. The loose end of it has 2 footling rings to make it easier to handle, but they are spatial relation so that the fitter's finger are the right way over your hole. As the charwoman was putting it on one of her fingers went inside me for a second.

After it was fitted, Jon told me to remain like I was whilst he discussed the virtue of the device. It hurt a bit, but it wasn't long before that infliction turned into pleasance and I could have easily stayed there watching the small-scale audience watching my puss get wetter and wetter.

As Jon told me to get down of the mesa he told Bridie to get on it. She looked surprised and hesitated for a few secondment 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 trouble fitting it. I know that Bridie's clitoris 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 air 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 wearing apparel that there is nowhere populace in England that we could wear them. They are just way too see-through, 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 evenings that we were there.

We had to fall apart the clitoris clinch and me the nipple clinch 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 multitude stood next to me in the shop could smell 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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