Introduction

Hi, my name is Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound figure with blondish hair. In 1998 I quit my boring universe in a petty town in Frederick North welt and went to bring 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 ad in a BDSM magazine that someone had left in the hairdressers where I worked. I didn't really get laid what I was letting myself in for, but I really did need to do something because my lifespan was so drab and boring. Even the interview for the job was improbable, but I was so dire to exchange 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 write a Journal of my new life, and he has since created a web land site that it is published on.

If you care to register my journal you will discover that my relationship with Jon is rather different to that of virtually employee and employer, but I have easily come to substantiate that I have a sprightliness that just could not be more fill or pleasurable. I love my life-time and all the lilliputian adventures that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a little bit of hair that grows on my ramification, I have no body hair below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with humble ( ish ), impertinent tit that have belittled glory and giant pap. When they're hard Jon says they're like chapel hat peg. I have a nice house, flat breadbasket with a pubic bone that does stick out a bit. In my pussy lip I have 2 little atomic number 79 rings that Jon put in me. My clit is very prominent and is usually sticking out between my backtalk. It's about an inch long with a little round head. Jon sometimes calls it my little dick. I don't own any bras, drawers, trousers, leggings or short circuit ; and 90 % of my chick and dresses can be described as miniskirt or micro. I used to be a very shy female child, but I've now gone completely the other way, and get a great bang from letting other people see my body.

I hope that's enough to satisfy the mass who asked. If it isn't, perhaps they would wish to e-mail me with specific questions.

Jon told me to stop writing my Journal 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 mind for little adventures or incidents that we could cook up to have some fun. We've found one or two floor that appear to be slightly rewritten written matter of some of the text in my journal, 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 vex about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that someone thought our dangerous undertaking were upright enough to copy. I've started thinking that way as well.

Vanessa's 2003 summertime holiday

Hi, it seems quite a yearn 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 save about some of the shake up ‘ consequence'that took piazza.

It all started on the even of Friday 15th Aug. kickoff of all Jon arrived dwelling house from work in a big 4x4. He said that he'd borrowed it for a while. Nothing more was said until a couple of hours later Bridie arrived with a suitcase in her hand. It was then that Jon told me that we were going camping in the southward of Jacques Anatole Francois Thibault and Kingdom of Spain for couple of workweek. There's zippo new in me being the finis to know about holidays, in fact I like the sudden surprise of being in ‘ formula'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 affair that Bridie and I wanted to hire. As common, Jon removed a few detail before all three of us went to bed together.

The alarm went off at 3 in the morning 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 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 much experience of been naked in a moving car.

On the thrust down to capital of Delaware we had a great sentence catching up on all the natural event since we live saw Bridie. She's still having problems finding the right man. She rarely has problems getting the low few dates, but as soon as they want to get more life-threatening they all start expecting her to start wearing underwear and retentive doll. Jon told her that the next fourth dimension she meets a man that she really fantasy, to bring him labialize to our house. Jon said that he'd talk some gumption into the man.

Anyway, after a none eventful drive we stopped just alfresco Dover for a stretch and for Bridie and me to put a dress on. It still amazes me the way motorist campaign round of golf in their own little world not noticing what's going on in the other cars on the roads. It's as if they get tunnel sight when they get into a car and only see what's directly in movement of them.

After a none consequential Channel cross we stopped at a big Carrefour supermarket in Calais to fill up 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 haul south.

The initiative really beat events were the Motorway Toll pay booths. Being a British vehicle its redress hand private road which meant that it was whoever was in the front passenger hind end had to pay the tolls. Not much of a problem when Jon was in that tooshie, although at least one cost gatherer noticed a raw female person device driver, the real fun was when Bridie or I were in that seat.

At one plosive speech sound in an River Aire just south of Paris Jon decided that it was sentence that I was restrained into the game seat. Bridie spent about 10 minutes roping my ankles to the front headrests and my articulatio radiocarpea to the back seat-belt keystone stop. 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 upper up and down. That was the first-class honours degree clip that the back derriere of that 4x4 got wet with my slit juices.

You should give seen the expression of the toll accumulator when Bridie drew attention to herself and then pointed to me sufficiency prison term so that the bell collector looked into the back seat. It didn't assist that Jon wound down the back window and went at escargot hurrying until I was out of sight.

It was good to get over the Pyrenees and down into that really warm climate. It just makes me feel so estimable - a different good to the one I've just described above. Not that the midland on England has been that bad ( for a alteration ) these lowest duo of months. I've spent a few days improving my all-over tan when Jon left me restrained to the scaffolding systema skeletale with only a natural covering of sun tan lotion to hide my modesty ( ha ).

Anyway, the beginning campsite 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 showers every day, and not to operate the door. We gave a few men a pleasant surprise. The other thing about the shower was that I have these towels that when I wrap them round me they don't quite meet. They leave a strip of bare soma 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 niggling breast they just come down to the top of my kitty-cat. The slightest bend or even when I walk shows my bum and cunt. Great when I'm being followed. Bridie doesn't have that problem, unless she rolls the top over a bit.

The interesting ‘ effect'that took place around that time was when we went to a nudist beach. It was quite crowded when we got there and as we walked alone the piddle's edge looking for somewhere to put our towels down Jon suddenly stopped us and said that he had an approximation. 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 animate it using a mathematical group of youth 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 understructure were quite close to their promontory. As I lay my towel down I bent over so that my snatch was fully visible 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 dress slowly off. I then put some sun tan lotion and lay down with my feet well apart so that they had a great aspect.

For the adjacent 30 minutes I slowly worked myself up thinking about them. Every minute of arc or so I'd look over to them or pretend to scratch up an itch 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 finger's breadth inside.

When Bridie arrived she followed Jon's program line to the varsity letter. She said, ‘ Hi'to me then smiled at the mathematical group of men. Next she peeled her dress off and stood with her feet either side of my head teacher facing the men. Next she squatted down so that her twat was just a few inches from my face. I couldn't resist it ; I lifted my header and gave her picayune button a agile flick with my natural language. 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 days and went on the tourist double-decker. Phew was it hot in Barcelona, one of those big digital temperature / meter display 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 airstrip of locoweed that people laid out on. We gave a few men a pleasant sentiment but had to be careful, as there were lots of policemen walking about.

We went into the big apartment fund ( can't think the name ) but it has lots of moving stairway. 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 skilful sandwich, ‘ Fresh and Ready'”.

The next ‘ consequence'was when we moved up the glide a bit and Jon took us to Universal Mediterranean - Port Aventure. Jon told me to wear one of my halter tops that isn't quit long enough to cover the bottom of my breasts. As well as that I wore one of my Bikini cover-up skirts ( without the bikini bottoms ), that doesn't quite sports meeting at the side. Anyone who looks can tell that I've naught on underneath. Bride wore a small pipe top and a pair of short circuit that I made for her a while back. They're made out of one opus of cut, white Lycra, no seams 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 cheeks of her ass as well. At the front man 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 looking at out of place as there were stacks of girls in bikinis there. well we didn't look out of office until we'd been on any of the water ride. There are a duad of them that get you rather wet. When we got off them both sets of nipples and brown traffic circle round them were clearly visible and the crack of Bridie's kitty-cat looked smashing. My wet little skirt tended to hinge on up at the front as I walked along. At one detail 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 stool and swap bottoms. I laced the short up tight and you could see my button pushing the thin Lycra out. I've described what they don't cover of Bridie's, and I'm a bit freehanded that her so you can imagine me what I was showing.



At Port Aventure there is a piss common called rib Caribe, Jon took us there the next day. We didn't stay long, too many Kid, but we did feature some fun on the water slides. I made sure that my position tie micro bikini wasn't fastened squarely and as a lay back on the big rubber pack my pussy was clearly visible to the parking area assistants who helped you at the start and where you came to a stop and someone had to push you to get you going again.



The adjacent bivouac had big hedges round each small pitch. We pitched the tent and parked the car at the social movement leaving a big enclosed space behind. Jon told us that that we would need that space later, but didn't say what for. After a relaxing adjacent day on the beach Jon told me that I was going to be punished for making a couple of mistakes 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 take my Bikini top and little mesh skirt off leaving me nude. Jon ( with Bridie's assist ) then tied my carpus and ankles to the 2 Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. My substructure were stretched as far apart as they will go without me falling over ( not that I could ). next Jon fastened a ball-gag in piazza saying that he didn't want my riot and moans disturbing the neighbours, some of who were only a few pes from us.

Jon then went to the car and got a cane out. He then proceeded to commit me 20 solidus. 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 defenseless, with a backside that was burning, and a pussycat that was aching for tending. The other thing was that the mosquitoes seemed to think that I was their evening repast. I got dozens of pungency but couldn't scratch even one.

When Jon and Bridie got back they untied me and I was sent for a cascade. Thankfully when I got back Jon took care of the aching in my pussy.

Another one of the encampment was ‘ open-plan ’. It only had corner markers for each of the pitches. We were between a Dutch elderly couple and 2 French men with 3 Gallic womanhood ( all in one tent ). The Dutch couple stayed by their collapsible shelter for most of the day and the woman was topless all the clock time - just like us. No big pot, but her breasts were very firm, I just hope that mine are still that firm when I get to her age.

The only none sunny day that we had was while we were on that internet site. We spent most of the time in the collapsible shelter have a mini-orgy. A couple of clip Jon sent me outside to chequer on the tent guys - in the nude. One time the French masses were just returning from somewhere and I went out right at the wrong ( no rightfulness ) moment. 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 next day was sunny again and Jon sent Bridie and me for a walk along the long beach. The local authorities have been expert 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 other end. As we went we had to walk along the piss's sharpness then up the beach to each of the shower in routine. At the rain shower we had to take our skirts and tops off ( leaving us naked ), exhibitioner, and then put our bikinis on. At the adjacent shower we had to take the two-piece off, shower then put our height and skirts 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 hour 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 fair sex come to talk to us. I'm still not sure what she was talking about even though her side was good. It was a thoroughly job that Bridie and Jon could contract on the conversation. I can still see that knowing smiling that she gave me after she'd stared at us for a duad of seconds.

On the way back from Spain, Jon took us to Cap d'Agde for 3 dark. We stayed in one of the flat. Two full-of-the-moon days, two part days and 3 nights wearing nothing, going everywhere, and doing everything naked. Fantastic. Bridie had never been there before and she was amazed. By the number 1 evening she was so loosen. We talked about how ‘ rude'it felt, there was goose egg sexual about just being naked there, except when Jon started invading our bodies, or we saw someone else indulging in some intimate fun.

The most memorable result there was going shopping and finding a boutique that sold the sexy clothing I have ever seen. Jon spotted these nipple clamps and clit clinch. phonograph needle to say that he bought some, but not before he got the woman sales event help to show us how they fitted. When Jon asked her she was unsounded 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 clamp touched me and squeezed my tit forward. By the sentence the second one was in stead my pussycat was getting well lubricated.

The cleaning lady told me to sit up on the table and inclination back on my cubitus, right there in the middle of the workshop. We were the just customers in there to come out off with, but it wasn't long before we had an audience both remote 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 short rings to constitute it well-situated to treat, but they are perspective so that the fitter's finger are right-hand over your hole. As the woman was putting it on one of her fingerbreadth went inside me for a second.

After it was fitted, Jon told me to stay like I was whilst he discussed the merits of the device. It hurt a bit, but it wasn't long before that pain in the ass turned into pleasure and I could ingest easily stayed there watching the small audience watching my kitty get wetter and wetter.

As Jon told me to get down of the mesa he told Bridie to get on it. She looked storm and hesitated for a few seconds before jumping up and opening her peg. Jon picked up another button clinch and started to fit it to her. She gasped as Jon played about with her kitty, pretending to bear problem fitting it. I know that Bridie's button is humble 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 clothes. Jon bought us each a wearing apparel that there is nowhere public in England that we could wear 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 get into the clit clamp and me the tit clamps for the eternal sleep of that day. I've previously said that I didn't get any sexual 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 side by side to me in the shops could smell my kitty-cat 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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