Introduction

Hi, my public figure is Vanessa. I was born in Dec 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound pattern with blondish pilus. In 1998 I quit my dull world in a small townspeople in due north Wales and went to work as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the E midland of England. It was a brave conclusion to clear as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advert in a BDSM magazine that soul 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 living was so drab and oil production. Even the consultation for the job was unconvincing, but I was so do-or-die to vary my life story 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 take 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 see that I have a life that just could not be more satisfying or pleasurable. I love my biography and all the niggling risky venture that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a fiddling bit of hair's-breadth that grows on my branch, I have no body haircloth below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with small ( ish ), pert breasts that have little aureole and colossus nipples. When they're hard Jon says they're like chapel service hat leg. I have a nice firm, mat belly with a pubic bone that does stick out a bit. In my snatch lips I have 2 little gold rings that Jon put in me. My clit is very salient and is usually sticking out between my mouth. It's about an in long with a little rhythm head word. Jon sometimes calls it my little pecker. I don't own any bras, knee breeches, pant, leging or shorts ; and 90 % of my wench and dresses can be described as mini or micro. I used to be a very shy miss, but I've now gone completely the other way, and get a great thrill from letting other multitude 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 diary in the summertime of 1999, but has recently asked me to document, some of the more interesting experiences that we have had since then.

Both Jon and I have been scouring the Internet looking for ideas for slight adventures or incidents that we could cook up to own some fun. We've found one or two tale that appear to be slightly rewritten copies of some of the text in my daybook, and one or two that are very similar to some of the risky venture that we've had and that I've written about in my diary. At first gear I was a bit annoyed about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that someone thought our adventure were good enough to copy. I've started thinking that way as well.

Vanessa's 2003 summer Vacation

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 summer's holiday he told me to write about some of the exciting ‘ issue'that took place.

It all started on the even of Friday 15th August. low of all Jon arrived home from piece of work in a big 4x4. He said that he'd borrowed it for a while. Nothing more was said until a couplet of hr later Bridie arrived with a suitcase in her helping 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 cypher new in me being the last to bang about holidays, in fact I like the sudden surprisal of being in ‘ normal'mode one second, then being on the way to the sun following. It seems more exciting.

That evening we loaded up the car and Jon went through the wearing apparel and former things that Bridie and I wanted to necessitate. As common, 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 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 bother me, but Bridie was a little worried as she hasn't had often experience of been naked in a moving car.

On the drive down to capital of Delaware we had a capital 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 initiatory few dates, but as soon as they want to get more serious they all start expecting her to start wearing underwear and tenacious annulus. Jon told her that the next clip she meets a man that she really fancies, to bring him round out to our sign of the zodiac. Jon said that he'd spill some horse sense into the man.

Anyway, after a none eventful parkway we stopped just outside Dover for a stretch and for Bridie and me to put a clothes on. It still amazes me the way motorist parkway circle in their own little world not noticing what's going on in the other elevator car on the roadstead. It's as if they get burrow visual sensation when they get into a car and only see what's directly in front of them.

After a none eventful duct ford we stopped at a big carrefour supermarket in Calais to fill up with brassy Rudolf 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 start really amazing case were the Motorway Toll pay booth. Being a British fomite its decent hand drive which meant that it was whoever was in the front passenger seat had to pay the tolls. Not much of a problem when Jon was in that seat, although at least one toll collector noticed a naked female driver, the real fun was when Bridie or I were in that seat.

At one stop in an River Aire just south of genus Paris Jon decided that it was time that I was restrained into the back keister. Bridie spent about 10 mo roping my ankle joint to the front end headrests and my carpus to the dorsum seat-belt anchor points. Just to finish-off the job a vibe was placed where it belongs and I had to spend a couple of hours getting all worked-up and cumming a few times as Bridie kept turning the focal ratio up and down. That was the first time that the second hindquarters of that 4x4 got wet with my pussy juices.

You should have seen the nerve of the bell collector when Bridie drew attention to herself and then pointed to me enough metre so that the toll collector looked into the back rear. It didn't help that Jon wound down the backbone window and went at snail swiftness until I was out of sight.

It was respectable to get over the Pyrenees and down into that really warm climate. It just makes me feel so salutary - a different good to the one I've just described above. Not that the midlands on England has been that bad ( for a change ) these live on distich of calendar month. I've spent a few days improving my all-over tan when Jon left me restrained to the scaffolding frame with only a screening of sun tan application to blot out my modesty ( ha ).

Anyway, the first bivouac was about 100 miles south of Barcelona. It was quite crowded and the sales pitch were quite minor. 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 affair was that Jon told us we had to use the men's rain shower every day, and not to lock up the room access. 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 assault me they don't quite meet. They leave a strip of bare flesh all the way up to the little fastener 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 kitty. The slightest fold or even when I walk shows my bum and pussycat. 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 clip was when we went to a naturist beach. It was quite crowded when we got there and as we walked alone the water supply'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 mates. He told us that he wanted Bridie and me to cheer it using a 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 fountainhead. 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 spouse know that I was on display. succeeding I turned to face them, smiled at them then pealed my attire slowly off. I then put some sun tan application and lay down with my metrical unit well apart so that they had a great view.

For the next 30 arcminute I slowly worked myself up thinking about them. Every instant or so I'd look over to them or sham to scratch an itch that slowly go closer and closer to the interior of my pussy. By the metre that Bridie arrived I was actually scratching my clitoris and putting a finger inside.

When Bridie arrived she followed Jon's instructions to the varsity letter. She said, ‘ Hi'to me then smiled at the grouping of men. future she peeled her dress off and stood with her groundwork either side of my chief facing the men. Next she squatted down so that her pussy was just a few inches from my face. I couldn't resist it ; I lifted my head and gave her little clit a quick flick with my tongue. Bridie stood up a said quite loudly,"later lover ”. You should ingest 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 days and went on the tourist busses. Phew was it hot in Barcelona, one of those big digital temperature / time displays said that it was 39 centigrade. We got off the train at Catalunya square. The station is underneath the foursquare which has a few strips of grass that people laid out on. We gave a few men a pleasant opinion but had to be measured, as there were lots of officer walking about.

We went into the big apartment store ( can't recall the name ) but it has lots of escalators. We left Jon outside and made sure 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 practiced pussy is like a ripe sandwich, ‘ Fresh and Ready'”.

The adjacent ‘ consequence'was when we moved up the sea-coast a bit and Jon took us to Universal Mediterranean - port wine Aventure. Jon told me to assume one of my halter tops that isn't quit long enough to hide the bottom of my tit. As well as that I wore one of my bikini cover-up skirts ( without the bikini keister ), that doesn't quite meet at the face. Anyone who looks can tell apart that I've nothing on underneath. St. Bride wore a small thermionic tube top and a pair of underdrawers that I made for her a piece back. They're made out of one slice of thin, whiten Lycra, no wrinkle or lining. The sides 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 crack of Bridie 's ass, and you can see the hindquarters of the cheeks of her ass as well. At the social movement they are so low that you would be able to see some of her pubic hair - if she had any.

Our brief attire didn't flavor out of place as there were lots of miss in bikinis there. Well we didn't look out of berth until we'd been on any of the water ride. There are a couple of them that get you rather wet. When we got off them both readiness of nipples and brown R-2 round them were clearly seeable and the shot of Bridie's pussy looked great. My wet little skirt tended to ride up at the social movement as I walked along. At one point Jon had to stop over me and pull it down because there were some young tike coming towards us.

Later on during the day Jon told us to go to the toilets and swap bottoms. I laced the boxershorts up tight and you could see my button pushing the cut Lycra out. I've described what they don't covert 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 piss Mungo Park called rib pirana, Jon took us there the next day. We didn't stay long, too many shaver, but we did have some fun on the water slides. I made sure that my English tie micro bikini wasn't fastened squarely and as a lay back on the big rubber rings my pussy was clearly visible to the parks help who helped you at the start and where you came to a full point and mortal had to push you to get you going again.



The next campsite had big hedges round each fiddling pitch. 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 relaxing next day on the beach Jon told me that I was going to be punished for making a duo of misunderstanding navigating us round the Paris ring road.

After I'd cleaned-up after the even 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 mesh wench off leaving me naked. Jon ( with Bridie's help ) then tied my wrists and ankle to the 2 trees. My feet 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 blank space saying that he didn't want my screams and moans 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 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 hours I was left there totally raw, with a backside that was burning, and a pussy that was aching for care. The other affair was that the mosquitoes seemed to cerebrate that I was their flush repast. I got dozens of bit but couldn't scrape 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 charge of the ache in my pussy.

Another one of the camping area was ‘ open-plan ’. It only had corner marker for each of the pitches. We were between a Dutch people older couple and 2 Gallic men with 3 Daniel Chester French women ( all in one tent ). 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 breast were very unwavering, I just hope that mine are still that firm when I get to her age.

The solitary none cheery 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 duo of times Jon sent me outside to check on the tent guys - in the nude. One meter the French people hoi polloi were just returning from somewhere and I went out right at the wrong ( no rightfulness ) moment. At first they just stared, but after I smiled at them I saw a match of them smile back and one on the men winked at me.

The succeeding day was sunny again and Jon sent Bridie and me for a walk along the long beach. The topical anesthetic authorization have been near 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 water's sharpness then up the beach to each of the cascade in bend. At the showers we had to take our skirts and round top off ( leaving us naked ), shower, and then put our two-piece on. At the future cascade we had to aim the bikinis off, shower then put our tops and dame 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. I was only wearing a arcminute bikini top and a little cover-up doll. 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 charwoman come to talk to us. I'm still not indisputable what she was talking about even though her side was good. It was a in force job that Bridie and Jon could centre on the conversation. I can still see that knowing grin that she gave me after she'd stared at us for a duet of seconds.

On the way back from Spain, Jon took us to Cap d'Agde for 3 Nox. We stayed in one of the apartment. Two wax 24-hour interval, two part days and 3 night wearing nada, going everywhere, and doing everything naked. Fantastic. Bridie had never been there before and she was amazed. By the initiatory evening she was so relaxed. 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 individual else indulging in some sexual fun.

The most memorable event there was going shopping and finding a boutique that sold the aphrodisiac clothing I have ever seen. Jon spotted these mammilla clamps and clit clamp. needle to say that he bought some, but not before he got the woman sales help to demonstrate us how they fitted. When Jon asked her she was silent for a hour, 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 mamilla forward. By the meter the second one was in place my kitty-cat was getting well lubricated.

The woman told me to sit up on the table and lean back on my cubitus, right there in the middle of the shop class. We were the only client in there to start off with, but it wasn't long before we had an audience both away 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 gang to make it easy to handle, but they are positions so that the fitter's finger are correct over your trap. As the adult female was putting it on one of her finger's breadth went inside me for a second.

After it was fitted, Jon told me to stay like I was whilst he discussed the virtue of the gimmick. It hurt a bit, but it wasn't long before that pain turned into pleasure and I could have easily stayed there watching the small audience watching my pussy get bed 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 arcsecond 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 puss, pretending to have trouble fitting it. I know that Bridie's clit is small-scale 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 tabular array and we started looking at some of the wearing apparel. Jon bought us each a attire that there is nowhere populace in England that we could put on them. They are just way too transparent, and there's no way that Jon would let us wear anything underneath. We did get a chance to wear them on one of the evenings that we were there.

We had to wear the button clinch and me the nipple 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 following to me in the workshop could reek my kitty-cat juice, I know that Bridie could.

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

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