Introduction

Hi, my name is Vanessa. I was born in Dec 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound figure with blondish hair. In 1998 I quit my dull existence in a little town in North weal and went to turn as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the east Midlands of England. It was a brave decision to ready as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advert in a BDSM magazine that soul had left in the hairstylist where I worked. I didn't really know what I was letting myself in for, but I really did postulate to do something because my life was so drab and oil production. Even the consultation for the job was unbelievable, but I was so desperate 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 spell a daybook of my new life, and he has since created a web site that it is published on.

If you care to read my Journal you will discover that my family relationship with Jon is rather different to that of virtually employee and employer, but I have easily come to agnise that I have a life that just could not be more comforting or pleasurable. I love my life history and all the piffling adventure that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a slight bit of hair that grows on my stage, I have no body hair below my cervix. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with modest ( ish ), impertinent tit that have lowly aureoles and giant teat. When they're hard Jon says they're like chapel hat thole. I have a nice firm, savourless stomach with a pubic osseous tissue that does stick around out a bit. In my pussy lips I have 2 little Au annulus that Jon put in me. My clit is very prominent and is usually sticking out between my brim. It's about an inch long with a little round head. Jon sometimes calls it my little dick. I don't own any bras, knickers, trouser, leg covering or shorts ; and 90 % of my skirts and dresses can be described as miniskirt or micro. I used to be a very shy missy, but I've now gone completely the other way, and get a great charge from letting other people see my body.

I hope that's enough to meet the people who asked. If it isn't, perhaps they would like to e-mail me with particular questions.

Jon told me to stop writing my Journal 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 thought for little adventure or incidents that we could construct to give birth some fun. We've found one or two history that appear to be slightly rewritten written matter of some of the school text in my Journal, and one or two that are very exchangeable to some of the dangerous undertaking that we've had and that I've written about in my Journal. At maiden I was a bit pestered about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that someone thought our adventures were good enough to replicate. 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 risky venture. Jon thought so as well, and when we got back from this summer's holiday he told me to spell about some of the stimulate ‘ case'that took place.

It all started on the even of Friday 15th August. number one of all Jon arrived plate from work in a big 4x4. He said that he'd borrowed it for a while. Nothing more was said until a dyad of hours later Bridie arrived with a suitcase in her handwriting. It was then that Jon told me that we were going camping in the south of French Republic and Spain for couplet of weeks. There's zip new in me being the last to know about holidays, in fact I like the sudden surprise of being in ‘ normal'style 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 take. As usual, Jon removed a few token before all three of us went to bed together.

The alarm went off at 3 in the break of day and I went for a shower. I went to get breakfast ready leaving Bridie bouncing up and down on Jon. Because it was so ahead of time Jon told Bridie and me not to rile with any clothes and we set off. Being naked in the car didn't annoyance me, but Bridie was a short worried as she hasn't had much experience of been naked in a moving car.

On the movement down to Dover we had a slap-up clock time catching up on all the happenings since we last saw Bridie. She's still having job finding the right man. She rarely has trouble getting the number one few dates, but as soon as they want to get more serious they all start expecting her to start wearing underwear and farsighted bird. Jon told her that the next time she meets a man that she really fondness, to land him round to our house. Jon said that he'd babble some sentiency into the man.

Anyway, after a none consequential driving we stopped just away Dover for a stint and for Bridie and me to put a frock on. It still amazes me the way motorist cause unit of ammunition in their own little man not noticing what's going on in the former cars on the road. It's as if they get tunnel visual sensation when they get into a car and only see what's directly in front line of them.

After a none consequential Channel crossing we stopped at a big crossing supermarket in Calais to fill up up with meretricious 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 haulage south.

The first really amazing events were the state highway Toll pay booth. Being a Brits fomite its right bridge player driving which meant that it was whoever was in the forepart passenger seat had to pay the toll. Not a lot of a problem when Jon was in that behind, although at to the lowest degree one toll aggregator noticed a naked female driver, the really fun was when Bridie or I were in that seat.

At one stop in an Aire just south of genus Paris Jon decided that it was clip 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 back seat-belt anchor points. Just to finish-off the job a vibe was placed where it belongs and I had to drop a couple of hours getting all worked-up and cumming a few fourth dimension as Bridie kept turning the speed up and down. That was the number one sentence that the back seat of that 4x4 got wet with my pussy juices.

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

It was good to get over the Pyrenees and down into that really ardent clime. It just makes me feel so unspoilt - a different good to the one I've just described above. Not that the midland on England has been that bad ( for a variety ) these last couple of calendar month. I've spent a few solar day improving my all-over tan when Jon left me restrained to the scaffolding physical body with only a covering of sun tan lotion to hide my modestness ( ha ).

Anyway, the first campsite was about 100 miles south of Barcelona. It was quite crowded and the auction pitch were quite low. We gave one or two men a bit of a tingle as we bent over quite a lot putting the tent up. The early thing was that Jon told us we had to use the men's shower bath every day, and not to lock the door. We gave a few men a pleasant surprise. The former affair about the shower was that I have these towels that when I wrap them snipe me they don't quite sports meeting. They leave a strip of bare form all the way up to the little fasteners that stop them from falling off. Another thing is that they are not very long. When I fasten them just above my picayune tit they just come down to the top of my pussy. The slightest bending or even when I walk shows my bum and pussy. Great when I'm being followed. Bridie doesn't have that problem, unless she rolls the top over a bit.

The interesting ‘ consequence'that took plaza 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 pee's border looking for somewhere to put our towels down Jon suddenly stopped us and said that he had an 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 play it using a group of untried 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 shut 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 mates know that I was on exhibit. Next 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 great view.

For the next 30 minute of arc I slowly worked myself up thinking about them. Every minute or so I'd look over to them or pretend to rub an itch that slowly go closer and closer to the interior of my pussy. By the sentence that Bridie arrived I was actually scratching my clit and putting a finger inside.

When Bridie arrived she followed Jon's instructions to the alphabetic character. She said, ‘ Hi'to me then smiled at the grouping of men. Next she peeled her clothes off and stood with her foundation either side of my head facing the men. next she squatted down so that her pussycat was just a few inches from my expression. I couldn't resist it ; I lifted my principal and gave her little clit a quick flick with my clapper. 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 days and went on the tourist busses. Phew was it hot in Barcelona, one of those big digital temperature / time presentation said that it was 39 centigrade. We got off the train at Catalunya Square. The station is underneath the public square which has a few strips of smoke that masses laid out on. We gave a few men a pleasant view but had to be careful, as there were wad of police officer walking about.

We went into the big flat store ( can't commemorate 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 shop called ‘ Fresh and Ready ’. When Bridie asked Jon what he was laughing about he said,"A good pussy is like a honorable sandwich, ‘ Fresh and Ready'”.

The next ‘ consequence'was when we moved up the seacoast a bit and Jon took us to universal Mediterranean Sea - Port Aventure. Jon told me to get into one of my balancer tops that isn't quit long enough to cover up the bottom of my bosom. As well as that I wore one of my bikini cover-up skirt ( without the Bikini bottoms ), that doesn't quite meet at the slope. Anyone who looks can recite that I've null on underneath. Bride wore a little electron tube top and a pair of shorts that I made for her a while back. They're made out of one bit of thin, ashen Lycra, no seams or facing. The incline are lace-up ( about a 2 inch gap ) and the duration of them is such that at the cover you can just see the top of the crack of Bridie 's ass, and you can see the undersurface 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 legal brief attire didn't look out of piazza as there were lots of female child in bikinis there. Well we didn't look out of place until we'd been on any of the water drive. There are a couple of them that get you rather wet. When we got off them both sets of teat and browned circles round them were clearly visible and the crack of Bridie's pussy looked keen. My wet picayune skirt tended to ride up at the presence as I walked along. At one point Jon had to stop me and pull in it down because there were some Danton True Young kids coming towards us.

Later on during the day Jon told us to go to the toilets and trade bottoms. I laced the shorts up tight and you could see my clit pushing the lose weight Lycra out. I've described what they don't cover of Bridie's, and I'm a bit cock-a-hoop that her so you can guess me what I was showing.



At Port Aventure there is a water Park called Costa Caribe, Jon took us there the succeeding day. We didn't stay long, too many kids, but we did bear some fun on the water playground slide. I made sure that my side tie micro bikini wasn't fastened squarely and as a lay back on the big synthetic rubber rings my pussy was clearly visible to the car park assistant who helped you at the scratch and where you came to a plosive consonant and someone had to advertise you to get you going again.



The next campsite had big hedge round each minuscule slant. We pitched the collapsible shelter and parked the car at the front leaving a big stick in infinite behind. Jon told us that that we would ask 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 dyad 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 collapsible shelter. There I had to rent my bikini top and little mesh skirt off leaving me naked. Jon ( with Bridie's assist ) then tied my wrists and ankles to the 2 tree diagram. My understructure 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 screech and moans disturbing the neighbor, some of who were only a few metrical foot from us.

Jon then went to the car and got a cane out. He then proceeded to yield me 20 diagonal. 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 naked, with a keister that was burning, and a kitty-cat that was aching for tending. The other matter was that the mosquitoes seemed to guess that I was their evening meal. I got dozens of raciness 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 tutelage of the ache in my pussy.

Another one of the campsites was ‘ open-plan ’. It only had turning point marking for each of the auction pitch. We were between a Dutch elderly couple and 2 French men with 3 Daniel Chester French women ( all in one tent ). The Dutch people couple stayed by their tent for most of the day and the fair sex was topless all the time - just like us. No big deal, but her breast were very firm, I just hope that mine are still that house when I get to her age.

The only none sunny 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 couple of sentence Jon sent me outside to look into on the tent Guy - in the nude. One meter the French people were just returning from somewhere and I went out right at the wrong ( no right ) minute. At maiden 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 succeeding day was gay again and Jon sent Bridie and me for a walk along the long beach. The local self-assurance have been effective and put a rain shower on the beach every few hundred m. 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 tour. At the cascade we had to bring our dame and elevation off ( leaving us naked ), shower, and then put our bikinis on. At the next shower we had to necessitate the bikinis off, cascade then put our teetotum and skirts on. It took to the highest degree of the day, but we got some gravid attention.

That evening when Bridie was getting the evening meal set I was sat on Jon's lap while we were drinking some vino. I was only wearing a minute of arc bikini top and a little 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 woman come to talk to us. I'm still not indisputable what she was talking about even though her English was commodity. It was a good job that Bridie and Jon could concentrate on the conversation. I can still see that knowing grinning 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 nights. We stayed in one of the apartments. Two full days, two parting years and 3 dark wearing nothing, going everywhere, and doing everything naked. Fantastic. Bridie had never been there before and she was amazed. By the low evening she was so loosen up. We talked about how ‘ cancel'it felt, there was nothing sexual about just being naked there, except when Jon started invading our bodies, or we saw someone 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 nipple clamps and clit clinch. needle to say that he bought some, but not before he got the woman sale supporter to show us how they fitted. When Jon asked her she was understood 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 for the first time clamp touched me and squeezed my nipple forward. By the time the second one was in seat my kitty was getting well lubricated.

The womanhood told me to sit up on the table and leaning back on my elbows, 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 interview both outside and inside the shop.

The clitoris clamp is like an odd shaped hair-grip, but a log stronger. The undefended end of it has 2 piffling mob to piss it promiscuous to handle, but they are positions so that the fitter's finger are redress over your jam. As the char was putting it on one of her fingers 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 device. It hurt a bit, but it wasn't long before that annoyance turned into pleasance and I could have easily stayed there watching the little hearing 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 storm and hesitated for a few seconds before jumping up and opening her ramification. Jon picked up another clit clamp and started to fit it to her. She gasped as Jon played about with her pussy, pretending to take trouble fitting it. I know that Bridie's clitoris is modest 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 wearing apparel. Jon bought us each a dress that there is nowhere populace in England that we could jade them. They are just way too transparent, and there's no way that Jon would let us wear anything underneath. We did get a hazard to wear them on one of the even that we were there.

We had to outwear the clit clamp and me the teat clamps 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 clinch 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 store 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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