Introduction

Hi, my gens is Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound chassis with blondish hair. In 1998 I quit my boring existence in a slight town in Second Earl of Guilford Wales and went to work as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the due east Midland of England. It was a hardy decision to make as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advertising in a BDSM cartridge that individual had left in the hairstylist 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 disconsolate and drilling. Even the interview for the job was improbable, but I was so desperate to vary my spirit 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 sprightliness, and he has since created a web web site that it is published on.

If you care to read my diary you will discover that my human relationship with Jon is rather dissimilar to that of nearly employee and employer, but I have easily come to understand that I have a life that just could not be more satisfying or pleasurable. I love my life and all the trivial risky venture that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a little bit of pilus that grows on my legs, I have no body hair's-breadth below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with pocket-sized ( ish ), pert breasts that have humble aureoles and giant pap. When they're hard Jon says they're like chapel hat nog. I have a nice business firm, categoric breadbasket with a pubic ivory that does bind out a bit. In my pussy sassing I have 2 little gold gang 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 little round out head. Jon sometimes calls it my little dick. I don't own any bras, drawers, trousers, legging or shorts ; and 90 % of my skirts and dresses can be described as mini or micro. I used to be a very shy fille, but I've now gone completely the early way, and get a great thrill from letting other multitude see my body.

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

Jon told me to stop writing my diary in the summer 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 cyberspace looking for musical theme for little adventures or incidents that we could construct to take some fun. We've found one or two stories that appear to be slightly rewritten transcript of some of the textbook 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 first 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 retentive clock 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 indite about some of the exciting ‘ events'that took seat.

It all started on the evening of Friday 15th August. First of all Jon arrived home from body of work in a big 4x4. He said that he'd borrowed it for a while. Nothing more was said until a mates of hours later Bridie arrived with a suitcase in her mitt. It was then that Jon told me that we were going camping in the south of France and Spain for couple of week. There's nada new in me being the last to love about holidays, in fact I like the sudden surprise of being in ‘ pattern'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 apparel and other things that Bridie and I wanted to take. As usual, Jon removed a few item before all three of us went to bed together.

The warning signal 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 put out 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 very much experience of been naked in a moving car.

On the drive down to Dover we had a cracking clip catching up on all the happenings since we terminal saw Bridie. She's still having problems finding the right man. She rarely has problems getting the for the first time few dates, but as soon as they want to get more serious they all start expecting her to start wearing underwear and recollective dame. Jon told her that the following time she meets a man that she really partiality, to convey him round to our house. Jon said that he'd utter some sense into the man.

Anyway, after a none eventful parkway we stopped just extraneous capital of Delaware for a stretchiness and for Bridie and me to put a wearing apparel on. It still amazes me the way motorist movement round in their own small earth not noticing what's going on in the other cars on the route. It's as if they get burrow vision when they get into a car and only see what's directly in strawman of them.

After a none eventful line crossing we stopped at a big Carrefour supermarket in Calais to fill up with cheap 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 foresightful haulage south.

The first really amazing result were the Motorway Toll pay Booth. Being a British vehicle its decently hand ride which meant that it was whoever was in the front rider seat had to pay the bell. Not a good deal of a job when Jon was in that can, although at to the lowest degree one bell collector noticed a au naturel female driver, the really fun was when Bridie or I were in that seat.

At one stop in an Aire River just south of genus Paris Jon decided that it was metre that I was restrained into the dorsum behind. Bridie spent about 10 minutes roping my ankles to the front head restraint and my articulatio radiocarpea to the back seat-belt anchor points. Just to finish-off the job a vibe was placed where it belongs and I had to pass a yoke of hours getting all worked-up and cumming a few prison term as Bridie kept turning the speed up and down. That was the first time that the spinal column arse of that 4x4 got wet with my pussy juices.

You should have seen the human face of the toll collector when Bridie drew attention to herself and then pointed to me enough times so that the toll accumulator looked into the back fundament. It didn't help that Jon wound down the back window and went at snail speed until I was out of sight.

It was salutary to get over the Pyrenees and down into that really warm up clime. It just makes me feel so good - 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 live on duo of months. I've spent a few days 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 pitch were quite small. We gave one or two men a bit of a tingle as we bent over quite a lot putting the tent up. The other thing was that Jon told us we had to use the men's exhibitioner every day, and not to operate the room access. We gave a few men a pleasant surprise. The former thing about the rain shower was that I have these towels that when I wrap them flesh out me they don't quite meet. They leave a strip of bare flesh all the way up to the footling fasteners 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 kitty. The slender bending or even when I walk display my bum and kitty. 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 plaza around that fourth dimension 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 Greek island with some of his match. He told us that he wanted Bridie and me to animate 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 penny-pinching to their heading. As I lay my towel down I bent over so that my pussy was fully seeable to them. I saw ( and heard ) one of them let his mates 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 feet well apart so that they had a great view.

For the future 30 bit I slowly worked myself up thinking about them. Every min or so I'd look over to them or pretend to chafe an scabies that slowly go closer and closer to the inside of my pussy. By the time that Bridie arrived I was actually scratching my clit and putting a digit inside.

When Bridie arrived she followed Jon's instructions to the missive. She said, ‘ Hi'to me then smiled at the chemical group of men. future she peeled her dress off and stood with her substructure either side of my capitulum facing the men. Next she squatted down so that her snatch was just a few inches from my font. I couldn't resist it ; I lifted my head and gave her little clit a quick pic with my tongue. Bridie stood up a said quite loudly,"later lover ”. You should have 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 couple of daytime and went on the holidaymaker busses. Phew was it hot in Barcelona, one of those big digital temperature / time show said that it was 39 centigrade. We got off the train at Catalunya Square. The place is underneath the square which has a few funnies of smoke that multitude laid out on. We gave a few men a pleasant eyeshot but had to be careful, as there were draw of officer walking about.

We went into the big apartment store ( can't recall the name ) but it has lots of escalator clause. 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 shop called ‘ Fresh and Ready ’. When Bridie asked Jon what he was laughing about he said,"A expert pussy is like a skillful sandwich, ‘ Fresh and Ready'”.

The succeeding ‘ upshot'was when we moved up the coast a bit and Jon took us to universal proposition Mediterranean Sea - Port Aventure. Jon told me to break one of my haltere tops that isn't quit long enough to cover the bottom of my titty. As well as that I wore one of my two-piece cover-up skirts ( without the bikini behind ), that doesn't quite meet at the side. Anyone who looks can tell that I've null on underneath. St. Brigid wore a small subway system top and a pair of shorts that I made for her a while back. They're made out of one part of slight, white Lycra, no crinkle or liner. The sides are lace-up ( about a 2 inch gap ) and the duration of them is such that at the rear you can just see the top of the crack of Bridie 's ass, and you can see the derriere of the brass of her ass as well. At the front they are so low that you would be able to see some of her pubic hair - if she had any.

Our legal brief attire didn't aspect out of seat as there were lots of fille in bikinis there. fountainhead we didn't look out of place until we'd been on any of the water 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 shot of Bridie's slit looked swell. My wet little wench tended to tantalize up at the battlefront as I walked along. At one period Jon had to barricade me and displume it down because there were some youthful tiddler coming towards us.

Later on during the day Jon told us to go to the toilets and swap can. I laced the shortstop up tight and you could see my clit pushing the fragile 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 imagine me what I was showing.



At interface Aventure there is a urine park called Costa caribe, Jon took us there the following day. We didn't stay long, too many kids, but we did have some fun on the water coast. I made sure that my side of meat tie micro bikini wasn't fastened squarely and as a lay back on the big rubber annulus my pussy was clearly visible to the parks assistants who helped you at the start and where you came to a stop and individual had to promote you to get you going again.



The side by side encampment had big hedgerow round each little sales pitch. We pitched the tent and parked the car at the straw man leaving a big close in infinite behind. Jon told us that that we would ask that blank 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 mistake navigating us flesh out the Paris doughnut 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 take my Bikini top and little ensnarl skirt off leaving me naked. Jon ( with Bridie's helper ) then tied my wrist and articulatio talocruralis 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 place saying that he didn't want my screams and moans disturbing the neighbours, some of who were only a few fundament from us.

Jon then went to the car and got a cane out. He then proceeded to establish me 20 throw. 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 brace of hours I was left there totally naked, with a ass that was burning, and a pussy that was aching for attention. The other thing was that the mosquitoes seemed to think that I was their evening repast. I got piles 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 caution of the ache in my pussy.

Another one of the campsite was ‘ open-plan ’. It only had recession markers for each of the pitching. We were between a Dutch elderly couple and 2 French men with 3 Daniel Chester French cleaning woman ( all in one tent ). The Dutch couple stayed by their tent for nearly of the day and the woman was topless all the time - just like us. No big plenty, but her breasts were very firm, I just hope that mine are still that firm when I get to her age.

The entirely none sunny day that we had was while we were on that site. We spent well-nigh of the fourth dimension in the tent have a mini-orgy. A couple of times Jon sent me outside to check on the collapsible shelter guys - in the nude statue. One time the French people people were just returning from somewhere and I went out right at the unseasonable ( no right ) moment. At offset they just stared, but after I smiled at them I saw a span of them smile back and one on the men winked at me.

The next day was gay again and Jon sent Bridie and me for a pass along the farseeing beach. The local authorities have been soundly 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 former end. As we went we had to walk along the water system's bound then up the beach to each of the rain shower in turn. At the showers we had to withdraw our chick and tops off ( leaving us nude ), shower, and then put our bikinis on. At the future shower we had to ingest the two-piece off, shower then put our crest and skirts on. It took most of the day, but we got some gravid attention.

That evening when Bridie was getting the evening repast ready I was sat on Jon's lap while we were drinking some vino. I was only wearing a minute bikini top and a petty 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 charwoman get to talk to us. I'm still not for certain what she was talking about even though her English was good. It was a unspoiled job that Bridie and Jon could rivet on the conversation. I can still see that knowing smile that she gave me after she'd stared at us for a pair 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 days, two section twenty-four hours and 3 nights wearing nil, going everywhere, and doing everything naked. Fantastic. Bridie had never been there before and she was amazed. By the for the first time evening she was so relaxed. We talked about how ‘ lifelike'it felt, there was nothing sexual about just being naked there, except when Jon started invading our dead body, or we saw soul else indulging in some intimate fun.

The most memorable outcome there was going shopping and finding a dress shop that sold the sexiest vesture I have ever seen. Jon spotted these nipple clamps and clit clinch. Needless to say that he bought some, but not before he got the char sales assistant 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 tit weren't all that big until the first clamp touched me and squeezed my nipple forward. By the meter the second base one was in position my pussy was getting well lubricated.

The woman told me to sit up on the tabular array and lean back on my cubital joint, right there in the middle of the shop. We were the only customer in there to originate off with, but it wasn't long before we had an audience both outside and inside the shop.

The clit clinch is like an odd shaped hair-grip, but a log stronger. The open end of it has 2 slight band to wee-wee it easier to do by, but they are positions so that the fitter's fingerbreadth are right over your fix. 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 stay put like I was whilst he discussed the meritoriousness of the device. It hurt a bit, but it wasn't long before that infliction turned into pleasure and I could have easily stayed there watching the belittled audience watching my pussy get wetter and wetter.

As Jon told me to get down of the table he told Bridie to get on it. She looked surprised and hesitated for a few seconds before jumping up and opening her peg. Jon picked up another clit clamp and started to fit it to her. She gasped as Jon played about with her kitty, pretending to have trouble fitting it. I know that Bridie's clit 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 wear anything underneath. We did get a fortune to wear them on one of the evenings that we were there.

We had to wear the clitoris clamps and me the nipple clamps 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 clamp doing their job there was no way that I wasn't thinking about sex. I'm sure that the people stood next to me in the shops could smell my slit juices, I know that Bridie could.

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

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