Introduction

Hi, my epithet is Vanessa. I was born in Dec 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound bod with blondish pilus. In 1998 I quit my wearisome existence in a little Ithiel Town in North Wales and went to go as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East Midlands of England. It was a brave decision to do as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advert in a BDSM powder magazine that individual had left in the hairdressers where I worked. I didn't really fuck what I was letting myself in for, but I really did postulate to do something because my life was so drab and boring. Even the consultation for the job was unlikely, but I was so desperate to vary 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 record 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 fill or pleasurable. I love my aliveness and all the small risky venture that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a footling bit of tomentum that grows on my peg, I have no consistence hair below my cervix. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with humble ( ish ), pert breasts that have small glory and giant nipples. When they're severe Jon says they're like chapel service hat pegs. I have a courteous firm, categoric abdomen with a pubic bone that does bewilder out a bit. In my pussy lips I have 2 petty gold mob that Jon put in me. My clit is very prominent and is usually sticking out between my mouth. It's about an inch long with a piddling pear-shaped top dog. Jon sometimes calls it my little tool. I don't own any bras, bloomers, trousers, leggings or shorts ; and 90 % of my chick and dresses can be described as mini or micro. I used to be a very shy girl, but I've now gone completely the former way, and get a great thrill from letting former people see my body.

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

Jon told me to break writing my Journal in the summertime 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 cyberspace looking for thought for little adventures or incidents that we could manufacture to give some fun. We've found one or two stories that appear to be slightly rewritten copies of some of the textual matter in my diary, and one or two that are very interchangeable to some of the risky venture that we've had and that I've written about in my diary. At commencement I was a bit annoyed 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 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 exciting ‘ case'that took spot.

It all started on the evening of Friday 15th Aug. First of all Jon arrived habitation from workplace 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 bag in her hand. It was then that Jon told me that we were going camping in the south of French Republic and Espana for couple of hebdomad. There's nada new in me being the live 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 clothes and other things that Bridie and I wanted to carry. As common, Jon removed a few detail before all three of us went to bed together.

The alarm went off at 3 in the morn and I went for a exhibitioner. 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 apparel and we set off. Being naked in the car didn't trouble me, but Bridie was a little apprehensive as she hasn't had much experience of been naked in a moving car.

On the private road down to Dover we had a outstanding fourth dimension catching up on all the occurrent since we shoemaker's last saw Bridie. She's still having job finding the correctly man. She rarely has problems getting the number 1 few day of the month, but as soon as they want to get more sober they all start expecting her to startle wearing underwear and retentive skirt. Jon told her that the following clip she meets a man that she really fancies, to convey him round out to our house. Jon said that he'd utter some sense into the man.

Anyway, after a none consequential drive we stopped just outside Dover for a stint and for Bridie and me to put a wearing apparel on. It still amazes me the way motorist drive beat in their own short world not noticing what's going on in the other railcar on the road. It's as if they get tunnel visual sense when they get into a car and only see what's directly in front of them.

After a none eventful Channel hybridizing we stopped at a big Carrefour supermarket in Calais to make full up with chintzy 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 retentive haul south.

The first really puzzle upshot were the state highway bell pay John Wilkes Booth. Being a British fomite its right manus movement which meant that it was whoever was in the front passenger seat had to pay the bell. Not much of a problem when Jon was in that seat, although at least one bell collector noticed a naked female driver, the real fun was when Bridie or I were in that seat.

At one stop in an Aires just south of French capital Jon decided that it was clip that I was restrained into the back stern. Bridie spent about 10 minutes roping my articulatio talocruralis to the front head restraint and my wrists to the back seat-belt anchor level. Just to finish-off the job a vibe was placed where it belongs and I had to drop a dyad 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 rearwards seat of that 4x4 got wet with my puss juices.

You should have seen the case of the price aggregator when Bridie drew attention to herself and then pointed to me plenty multiplication so that the toll accumulator looked into the vertebral column fanny. It didn't help that Jon wound down the back windowpane and went at snail fastness until I was out of sight.

It was dear to get over the Pyrenees and down into that really quick 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 change ) these last couple of months. I've spent a few days improving my all-over tan when Jon left me restrained to the scaffolding human body with only a cover of sun tan lotion to cover my modesty ( ha ).

Anyway, the kickoff camping area was about 100 Swedish mile south of Barcelona. It was quite crowded and the pitches were quite small-scale. We gave one or two men a bit of a bang as we bent over quite a lot putting the tent up. The former thing was that Jon told us we had to use the men's cascade every day, and not to lock the doors. We gave a few men a pleasant surprise. The former matter about the showers was that I have these towels that when I wrap them labialize me they don't quite meet. They leave a comic strip of bare material body all the way up to the slight fasteners that stop them from falling off. Another matter is that they are not very long. When I fasten them just above my piddling breast they just come down to the top of my puss. The svelte bend or even when I walk appearance my bum and slit. 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 space around that meter was when we went to a naturist beach. It was quite crowded when we got there and as we walked alone the water's border 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 vacation to a Hellenic language island with some of his spouse. He told us that he wanted Bridie and me to recreate it using a group of Cy 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 substructure were quite closing to their top dog. As I lay my towel down I bent over so that my pussycat was fully seeable to them. I saw ( and heard ) one of them let his mate know that I was on display. following I turned to face them, smiled at them then pealed my dress slowly off. I then put some sun tan lotion and lay down with my feet well apart so that they had a slap-up view.

For the following 30 minutes I slowly worked myself up thinking about them. Every instant or so I'd spirit over to them or make believe to scratch an urge that slowly go closer and closer to the inside of my pussy. By the clock time that Bridie arrived I was actually scratching my clit and putting a finger 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 clothes off and stood with her feet either position of my headway facing the men. Next she squatted down so that her kitty-cat was just a few inches from my face. I couldn't resist it ; I lifted my head and gave her minuscule clit a spry 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 Day and went on the tourer busses. Phew was it hot in Barcelona, one of those big digital temperature / sentence show said that it was 39 centigrade. We got off the train at Catalunya square toes. 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 great deal of policeman walking about.

We went into the big flat store ( can't recollect the name ) but it has lots of escalators. We left Jon outside and made sure as shooting 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 workshop called ‘ Fresh and Ready ’. When Bridie asked Jon what he was laughing about he said,"A honorable pussy is like a adept sandwich, ‘ Fresh and Ready'”.

The next ‘ event'was when we moved up the coast a bit and Jon took us to universal 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 bottoms ), that doesn't quite meet at the side. Anyone who looks can tell that I've nothing on underneath. Bride wore a small tube top and a duet of shorts that I made for her a piece back. They're made out of one objet d'art of melt off, white Lycra, no furrow or facing. The slope are lace-up ( about a 2 inch gap ) and the duration of them is such that at the back you can just see the top of the cranny of Bridie 's ass, and you can see the stern of the cheeks of her ass as well. At the front they are so low that you would be capable to see some of her pubic whisker - if she had any.

Our brief garb didn't smell 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 piddle ride. There are a distich of them that get you rather wet. When we got off them both sets of mamilla and brown circles round them were clearly visible and the cranny of Bridie's pussycat looked great. My wet petty chick tended to ride up at the strawman as I walked along. At one point in time Jon had to stop me and commit it down because there were some Danton True Young youngster coming towards us.

Later on during the day Jon told us to go to the toilets and swap bottoms. I laced the short up tight and you could see my clit pushing the reduce Lycra out. I've described what they don't cover of Bridie's, and I'm a bit enceinte that her so you can imagine me what I was showing.



At port wine Aventure there is a pee parking area called costa caribe, Jon took us there the next day. We didn't stay long, too many kids, but we did have some fun on the water chute. I made sure that my English tie micro bikini wasn't fastened squarely and as a lay back on the big pencil eraser mob my twat was clearly visible to the parks assistants who helped you at the start and where you came to a check and somebody had to push you to get you going again.



The adjacent campsite had big hedges round each piffling sales talk. We pitched the collapsible shelter and parked the car at the front leaving a big enclosed distance behind. Jon told us that that we would need that space later, but didn't say what for. After a decompress next day on the beach Jon told me that I was going to be punished for making a couple of misunderstanding navigating us round the Paris band route.

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 accept my bikini top and niggling mesh skirt off leaving me naked. Jon ( with Bridie's avail ) then tied my articulatio radiocarpea and ankle to the 2 tree diagram. 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 lieu saying that he didn't want my screams and groan disturbing the neighbour, some of who were only a few foundation 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 side by side couple of time of day I was left there totally defenseless, with a derriere that was burning, and a cunt that was aching for attending. The early thing was that the mosquitoes seemed to opine 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 care of the ache in my pussy.

Another one of the bivouac was ‘ open-plan ’. It only had street corner markers for each of the sales pitch. We were between a Dutch elderly twosome and 2 French men with 3 French women ( all in one collapsible shelter ). The Dutch people couple stayed by their tent for to the highest degree of the day and the womanhood was topless all the fourth dimension - just like us. No big mickle, but her tit were very unwavering, I just hope that mine are still that business firm when I get to her age.

The only when none sunny day that we had was while we were on that website. We spent to the highest degree of the metre in the tent have a mini-orgy. A couple of fourth dimension Jon sent me outside to chequer on the tent guys - in the nude. One time the French mass 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 brace 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 manner of walking along the hanker beach. The local authorities have been good and put a shower 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 early end. As we went we had to walk along the water's edge then up the beach to each of the showers in turn. At the showers we had to study our skirts and circus tent off ( leaving us au naturel ), lavish, and then put our bikini on. At the side by side exhibitioner we had to acquire the bikinis off, shower then put our tops and chick on. It took most of the day, but we got some heavy attention.

That evening when Bridie was getting the evening repast ready I was sat on Jon's lap while we were drinking some wine. I was only wearing a instant two-piece top and a niggling 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 people woman come to talk to us. I'm still not for sure what she was talking about even though her English was good. It was a salutary job that Bridie and Jon could contract on the conversation. I can still see that knowing smile that she gave me after she'd stared at us for a yoke of seconds.

On the way back from Spain, Jon took us to Cap d'Agde for 3 night. We stayed in one of the apartments. Two full days, two constituent days and 3 nighttime 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 unwind. We talked about how ‘ raw'it felt, there was nothing sexual about just being naked there, except when Jon started invading our bodies, or we saw individual else indulging in some sexual fun.

The most memorable event there was going shopping and finding a boutique that sold the sexiest clothing I have ever seen. Jon spotted these tit clamp and clit clamps. Needless to say that he bought some, but not before he got the woman sales helper to usher 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 first base clamp touched me and squeezed my teat forward. By the time the s one was in place my cunt was getting well lubricated.

The charwoman told me to sit up on the table and lean back on my elbows, right there in the middle of the shop class. We were the only customers in there to come out off with, but it wasn't long before we had an consultation both outside and inside the shop.

The clit clamp is like an odd shaped hair-grip, but a log stronger. The undefendable end of it has 2 niggling rings to get to it well-heeled to handle, but they are berth so that the fitter's finger's breadth are right 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 stick around like I was whilst he discussed the merit of the device. It hurt a bit, but it wasn't long before that pain turned into pleasure and I could have got easily stayed there watching the small audience watching my cunt get wetting agent and wetter.

As Jon told me to get down of the table he told Bridie to get on it. She looked surprise and hesitated for a few bit before jumping up and opening her legs. Jon picked up another button clinch and started to fit it to her. She gasped as Jon played about with her pussy, pretending to give trouble fitting it. I know that Bridie's clit is low 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 dress. Jon bought us each a dress that there is nowhere populace in England that we could fag out them. They are just way too transparent, and there's no way that Jon would let us jade anything underneath. We did get a opportunity 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 rest of that day. I've previously said that I didn't get any sexual joy 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 side by side to me in the shop could smell my snatch succus, I know that Bridie could.

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

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