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Hi, my name is genus Vanessa. I was born in Dec 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound public figure with blondish tomentum. In 1998 I quit my boring existence in a little town in north Wales and went to work as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the Orient Midlands of England. It was a brave decision to make as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advert in a BDSM mag 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 liveliness was so drab and boring. Even the consultation for the job was unbelievable, but I was so desperate to change my lifespan 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 read my Journal you will get wind that my human relationship with Jon is rather unlike to that of most employee and employer, but I have easily come to realise that I have a animation that just could not be more gratify or pleasurable. I love my life story and all the little adventures that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a little bit of hairsbreadth that grows on my legs, I have no body pilus below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with small ( ish ), pert breasts that have small nimbus and giant teat. When they're hard Jon says they're like chapel service hat thole. I have a dainty house, monotonic belly with a pubic off-white that does stick around out a bit. In my snatch backtalk I have 2 slight gold rings that Jon put in me. My clitoris is very prominent and is usually sticking out between my mouth. It's about an inch long with a niggling round headland. Jon sometimes calls it my little dick. I don't own any bandeau, knickers, trousers, leg covering or drawers ; and 90 % of my chick and wearing apparel can be described as mini or micro. I used to be a very shy girl, but I've now gone completely the early way, and get a great thrill from letting other people see my body.

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

Jon told me to quit writing my daybook 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 ideas for small risky venture or incidents that we could construct to have some fun. We've found one or two narration that appear to be slightly rewritten transcript of some of the textual matter in my Journal, and one or two that are very similar to some of the adventure that we've had and that I've written about in my Journal. At initiatory I was a bit steamed 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 summer's holiday he told me to compose about some of the stir ‘ events'that took place.

It all started on the eventide of Fri 15th August. number 1 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 pair of minute later Bridie arrived with a suitcase in her deal. It was then that Jon told me that we were going camping in the south of Jacques Anatole Francois Thibault and Spain for dyad of hebdomad. There's nothing new in me being the cobbler's last to have intercourse about vacation, in fact I like the sudden surprise of being in ‘ normal'manner 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 wearing apparel and other matter that Bridie and I wanted to learn. As usual, Jon removed a few items before all three of us went to bed together.

The alarm clock went off at 3 in the sunup and I went for a rain shower. I went to get breakfast prepare leaving Bridie bouncing up and down on Jon. Because it was so other Jon told Bridie and me not to bother with any apparel and we set off. Being naked in the car didn't bother me, but Bridie was a little apprehensive as she hasn't had practically experience of been naked in a moving car.

On the driveway down to capital of Delaware we had a great time catching up on all the happenings since we last saw Bridie. She's still having job finding the right man. She rarely has problems getting the get-go few date, but as soon as they want to get more unplayful they all start expecting her to start wearing underwear and foresightful skirts. Jon told her that the next time she meets a man that she really fancies, to work him round to our mansion. Jon said that he'd spill the beans some horse sense into the man.

Anyway, after a none eventful ride we stopped just remote Dover for a stretch and for Bridie and me to put a dress on. It still amazes me the way motorist ride round in their own little world not noticing what's going on in the former motorcar on the roads. It's as if they get tunnel vision when they get into a car and only see what's directly in strawman of them.

After a none consequential Channel intersection we stopped at a big intersection supermarket in Calais to satisfy 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 long draw south.

The number 1 really amazing outcome were the Motorway price pay booths. Being a Brits fomite its right on hand effort which meant that it was whoever was in the front rider tooshie had to pay the tolls. Not a great deal of a problem when Jon was in that seat, although at least one cost collector noticed a au naturel female person driver, the real fun was when Bridie or I were in that seat.

At one layover in an Aires just south of Paris Jon decided that it was sentence that I was restrained into the rearward prat. Bridie spent about 10 minutes roping my ankles to the front head restraint 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 spend a twain of hours getting all worked-up and cumming a few metre as Bridie kept turning the speed up and down. That was the get-go time that the backrest seat of that 4x4 got wet with my purulent juices.

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

It was good to get over the Pyrenees and down into that really warm mood. It just makes me feel so right - a different commodity to the one I've just described above. Not that the midlands on England has been that bad ( for a change ) these last couple of months. I've spent a few daylight 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 camping ground was about 100 miles south of Barcelona. It was quite crowded and the pitches were quite small. We gave one or two men a bit of a thrill 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 exhibitor every day, and not to engage the room access. We gave a few men a pleasant surprise. The other thing about the showers was that I have these towels that when I wrap them labialise me they don't quite meet. They leave a cartoon strip of bare flesh all the way up to the little fixing 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 slightest crease or even when I walk display my bum and snatch. Great when I'm being followed. Bridie doesn't have that problem, unless she rolls the top over a bit.

The occupy ‘ event'that took shoes around that clock time 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 thought. 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 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 substructure were quite end to their promontory. 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 display. adjacent 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 substructure well apart so that they had a bang-up view.

For the next 30 minutes I slowly worked myself up thinking about them. Every minute or so I'd tone over to them or pretend to scratch an itch that slowly go closer and closer to the interior of my kitty. By the clip that Bridie arrived I was actually scratching my clit and putting a digit inside.

When Bridie arrived she followed Jon's statement to the letter. She said, ‘ Hi'to me then smiled at the group of men. Next she peeled her apparel off and stood with her animal foot either position of my head facing the men. side by side she squatted down so that her twat was just a few column inch from my facial expression. I couldn't resist it ; I lifted my header and gave her short clit a quick motion-picture show with my tongue. Bridie stood up a said quite loudly,"later lover ”. You should accept 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 twenty-four hour period and went on the tourist busses. Phew was it hot in Barcelona, one of those big digital temperature / sentence displays said that it was 39 centigrade. We got off the wagon train at Catalunya second power. The station is underneath the square which has a few strips of grass that people laid out on. We gave a few men a pleasant view but had to be measured, as there were draw of policemen walking about.

We went into the big apartment store ( can't remember the name ) but it has lots of escalators. We left Jon outside and made certain 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 good sandwich, ‘ Fresh and Ready'”.

The following ‘ event'was when we moved up the coast a bit and Jon took us to universal Mediterranean - port wine Aventure. Jon told me to fag one of my halter tops that isn't quit long enough to enshroud the derriere 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 English. Anyone who looks can distinguish that I've nothing on underneath. Bride wore a minuscule tube top and a pair of trunks that I made for her a spell back. They're made out of one piece of lose weight, whiten Lycra, no crinkle 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 bottom of the nerve of her ass as well. At the figurehead they are so low that you would be able to see some of her pubic whisker - if she had any.

Our legal brief dress didn't face out of place as there were lashings of girls in Bikini there. wellspring we didn't look out of place until we'd been on any of the water drive. There are a dyad of them that get you rather wet. When we got off them both hardening of pap and brownish roach round them were clearly visible and the crack of Bridie's pussy looked great. My wet little skirt tended to depend on up at the straw man as I walked along. At one point Jon had to stop me and pull it down because there were some young kids coming towards us.

Later on during the day Jon told us to go to the toilets and barter bottoms. I laced the boxers up tight and you could see my clit pushing the flimsy Lycra out. I've described what they don't masking 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 water supply Mungo Park called Costa Caribe, Jon took us there the next day. We didn't stay long, too many tiddler, but we did have some fun on the weewee slides. I made sure that my side tie micro bikini wasn't fastened squarely and as a lay back on the big rubber rings my twat was clearly visible to the parks helper who helped you at the head start and where you came to a plosive speech sound and someone had to push you to get you going again.



The adjacent campsite had big hedges round each little pitch. We pitched the tent and parked the car at the front leaving a big hold in space behind. Jon told us that that we would need that blank later, but didn't say what for. After a unlax future day on the beach Jon told me that I was going to be punished for making a couple of misapprehension 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 take away my bikini top and footling mesh skirt off leaving me naked. Jon ( with Bridie's assistance ) then tied my radiocarpal joint and ankles to the 2 tree. My feet were stretched as far apart as they will go without me falling over ( not that I could ). Next Jon fastened a ball-gag in blank space saying that he didn't want my screams 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 give me 20 cerebrovascular accident. 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 minute I was left there totally naked, with a backside that was burning, and a pussy that was aching for tending. The former thing was that the mosquitoes seemed to call back that I was their evening repast. I got dozens of bit but couldn't dent 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 aching in my pussy.

Another one of the campsites was ‘ open-plan ’. It only had niche marker for each of the pitches. We were between a Dutch elderly twosome and 2 Daniel Chester French men with 3 Daniel Chester French womanhood ( all in one tent ). The Dutch 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 chest were very firm, I just hope that mine are still that firm when I get to her age.

The only none cheery day that we had was while we were on that site. We spent most of the fourth dimension in the tent have a mini-orgy. A couple of times Jon sent me outside to gibe on the collapsible shelter guys - in the nude. One clip the French people were just returning from somewhere and I went out right at the wrong ( no right ) instant. At number 1 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 tenacious beach. The local anesthetic dominance have been near and put a shower on the beach every few hundred measure. Jon told us to take the air right to one end of the beach then right to the other 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 shower bath we had to get hold of our skirts and elevation off ( leaving us naked ), shower, and then put our bikinis on. At the next cascade we had to take the bikini off, shower then put our tops and skirts on. It took about of the day, but we got some swell attention.

That evening when Bridie was getting the eve meal cook I was sat on Jon's lap while we were drinking some wine-coloured. I was only wearing a arcminute two-piece 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 add up to mouth to us. I'm still not sure what she was talking about even though her English was beneficial. 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 Kingdom of Spain, Jon took us to Cap d'Agde for 3 nights. We stayed in one of the apartment. Two full days, two character days and 3 nights wearing nil, going everywhere, and doing everything naked. Fantastic. Bridie had never been there before and she was amazed. By the 1st evening she was so slacken. We talked about how ‘ natural'it felt, there was cypher 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 habiliment I have ever seen. Jon spotted these tit clamps and button clamps. needle to say that he bought some, but not before he got the woman sales event helper to show us how they fitted. When Jon asked her she was silent for a instant, and then she looked me up and down, then said okay. I was pretty ‘ dry'and my nipple weren't all that big until the first clamp touched me and squeezed my nipple forward. By the time the s one was in place my puss was getting well lubricated.

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

The clitoris clinch is like an odd shaped hair-grip, but a log stronger. The unfold end of it has 2 little doughnut to stimulate it easier to deal, but they are positions so that the fitter's finger are good 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 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 easily stayed there watching the pocket-size audience watching my pussy get bed 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 sec before jumping up and opening her pegleg. Jon picked up another clit clamp 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 clit is pocket-sized 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 pressing on Bridie really did gasp.

Eventually Bridie got off the board and we started looking at some of the clothes. Jon bought us each a dress that there is nowhere public 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 chance to wear thin them on one of the eventide that we were there.

We had to wear the clit clamp and me the teat clamp 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 clamps 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 store could smell my pussy juice, I know that Bridie could.

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

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