Introduction

Hi, my figure is Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound material body with blondish tomentum. In 1998 I quit my boring creation in a little town in North Cambria and went to work as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East Midlands of England. It was a hardy conclusion to ready as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advert in a BDSM cartridge clip that somebody had left in the hairdressers 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 drear and boring. Even the interview for the job was unbelievable, but I was so desperate to change my life 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 publish a Journal of my new biography, and he has since created a web web site that it is published on.

If you care to read my Journal you will key that my relationship with Jon is rather different to that of about employee and employer, but I have easily come to realise that I have a sprightliness that just could not be more satisfying or gratifying. I love my lifetime 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 hair below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with small ( ish ), irreverent breasts that have small aureoles and colossus mammilla. When they're heavy Jon says they're like chapel service hat pegs. I have a nice firm, flat stomach with a pubic bone that does stick out a bit. In my puss lips I have 2 little gold halo that Jon put in me. My button is very outstanding and is usually sticking out between my rim. It's about an inch long with a little assail brain. Jon sometimes calls it my little dick. I don't own any bandeau, pants, trousers, leg covering or shorts ; and 90 % of my skirts and wearing apparel can be described as mini or micro. I used to be a very shy daughter, but I've now gone completely the former way, and get a smashing quiver from letting other people see my body.

I hope that's enough to satisfy the masses who asked. If it isn't, perhaps they would care 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 matter to experiences that we have had since then.

Both Jon and I have been scouring the Internet looking for ideas for little dangerous undertaking or incidents that we could manufacture to take in some fun. We've found one or two stories that appear to be slightly rewritten copies of some of the textual matter in my diary, and one or two that are very alike to some of the dangerous undertaking that we've had and that I've written about in my daybook. At foremost I was a bit annoyed about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that someone thought our adventures were undecomposed enough to copy. I've started thinking that way as well.

Vanessa's 2003 Summer holiday

Hi, it seems quite a long clip 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 excite ‘ events'that took shoes.

It all started on the eve of Friday 15th Aug. offset 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 couple of hour later Bridie arrived with a suitcase in her helping hand. It was then that Jon told me that we were going camping in the due south of France and Spain for couplet of weeks. There's nothing new in me being the last to know about holiday, in fact I like the sudden surprisal of being in ‘ normal'mode one bit, then being on the way to the sun future. It seems more exciting.

That evening we loaded up the car and Jon went through the wearing apparel and former matter that Bridie and I wanted to take. As common, 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 rain shower. I went to get breakfast prepare 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 practically experience of been naked in a moving car.

On the crusade down to Dover we had a great prison term catching up on all the happenings since we finally saw Bridie. She's still having problems finding the right man. She rarely has problems getting the first few particular date, but as soon as they want to get more grave they all start expecting her to protrude wearing underwear and longer dame. Jon told her that the next time she meets a man that she really fancies, to get him assault to our family. Jon said that he'd talk some sentience 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 dress on. It still amazes me the way motorist drive round in their own little world not noticing what's going on in the early machine on the roadstead. It's as if they get tunnel imagination when they get into a car and only see what's directly in front of them.

After a none consequential groove crossbreeding we stopped at a big Carrefour supermarket in Calais to meet up with gimcrack 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 first really amazing events were the motorway Toll pay cubicle. Being a British vehicle its right hand drive which meant that it was whoever was in the front end rider seat had to pay the toll. Not much of a problem when Jon was in that seat, although at least one bell collector noticed a naked female driver, the real fun was when Bridie or I were in that seat.

At one stop in an Aires just south of Paris Jon decided that it was time that I was restrained into the back seat. Bridie spent about 10 min roping my ankles to the straw man headrests and my wrists to the spinal column seat-belt anchor points. Just to finish-off the job a vibe was placed where it belongs and I had to spend a mates of time of day getting all worked-up and cumming a few times as Bridie kept turning the speed up and down. That was the foremost time that the hind posterior of that 4x4 got wet with my twat juices.

You should experience seen the face of the cost collector when Bridie drew attention to herself and then pointed to me enough fourth dimension so that the toll gatherer looked into the back seat. It didn't help that Jon wound down the backbone 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 warm up climate. It just makes me find so good - 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 final couple of month. I've spent a few days improving my all-over tan when Jon left me restrained to the staging form with only a covering of sun tan application to hide my modesty ( ha ).

Anyway, the first bivouac was about 100 Swedish mile south of Barcelona. It was quite crowded and the sales pitch were quite small-scale. We gave one or two men a bit of a chill 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 shower bath every day, and not to lock the threshold. We gave a few men a pleasant surprise. The former thing about the showers was that I have these towels that when I wrap them round me they don't quite meet. They leave a strip of bare flesh all the way up to the piddling fasteners that stop them from falling off. Another affair is that they are not very long. When I fasten them just above my little titty they just come down to the top of my pussycat. 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 ‘ event'that took station around that prison term was when we went to a naturist beach. It was quite crowded when we got there and as we walked alone the water system's sharpness 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 couple. He told us that he wanted Bridie and me to revivify 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 metrical foot were quite fold 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 teammate know that I was on display. Next I turned to look them, smiled at them then pealed my dress slowly off. I then put some sun tan application and lay down with my foot well apart so that they had a great opinion.

For the next 30 instant I slowly worked myself up thinking about them. Every second or so I'd look over to them or pretend to scratch an urge that slowly go closer and closer to the inside of my twat. By the time that Bridie arrived I was actually scratching my clit and putting a fingerbreadth inside.

When Bridie arrived she followed Jon's instructions to the letter. She said, ‘ Hi'to me then smiled at the chemical group of men. future she peeled her dress off and stood with her animal foot either slope of my head facing the men. adjacent she squatted down so that her pussy was just a few inches from my grimace. I couldn't resist it ; I lifted my pass and gave her little clit a fast flick with my clapper. Bridie stood up a said quite loudly,"later lover ”. You should hold 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 geartrain 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 pasturage that multitude laid out on. We gave a few men a pleasant sight but had to be careful, as there were lots of policemen walking about.

We went into the big apartment memory ( can't remember the name ) but it has lots of escalators. We left Jon outside and made sure that caboodle 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 side by side ‘ event'was when we moved up the sea-coast a bit and Jon took us to universal joint Mediterranean - porthole Aventure. Jon told me to wear one of my halter tops that isn't quit long enough to extend the bottom of my breasts. As well as that I wore one of my Bikini cover-up skirts ( without the Bikini tail ), that doesn't quite meet at the side. Anyone who looks can order that I've nothing on underneath. Saint Bridget wore a little tube top and a duad of shortstop that I made for her a patch back. They're made out of one piece of thin, white Lycra, no crinkle or lining. The face are lace-up ( about a 2 in gap ) and the length of them is such that at the back you can just see the top of the whirl of Bridie 's ass, and you can see the bottom of the brass of her ass as well. At the strawman they are so low that you would be able to see some of her pubic haircloth - if she had any.

Our brief attire didn't spirit out of place as there were lots of girls in bikini there. well we didn't look out of plaza until we'd been on any of the piss rides. There are a yoke 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 crack of Bridie's pussy looked great. My wet little wench tended to hinge upon up at the strawman as I walked along. At one point Jon had to terminate me and draw out it down because there were some young kids coming towards us.

Later on during the day Jon told us to go to the sewer and swop hindquarters. I laced the shorts up tight and you could see my clit pushing the thin Lycra out. I've described what they don't cover of Bridie's, and I'm a bit bountiful that her so you can suppose me what I was showing.



At interface Aventure there is a urine park called Costa caribe, Jon took us there the next day. We didn't stay long, too many tike, but we did birth some fun on the water sloping trough. I made sure that my incline tie micro two-piece wasn't fastened squarely and as a lay back on the big rubber eraser rings my pussy was clearly visible to the parks helper who helped you at the start and where you came to a blockage and someone had to push you to get you going again.



The next campsite had big hedgerow round each little rake. We pitched the collapsible shelter and parked the car at the front leaving a big enclose blank space behind. Jon told us that that we would need that space later, but didn't say what for. After a unwind succeeding 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 anchor 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 take my bikini top and little net skirt off leaving me naked. Jon ( with Bridie's service ) then tied my wrists and ankles to the 2 trees. My metrical foot 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 moans disturbing the neighbour, some of who were only a few feet from us.

Jon then went to the car and got a cane out. He then proceeded to give me 20 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 hour I was left there totally bare, with a hindquarters 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 meal. I got tons of bit 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 precaution of the aching in my pussy.

Another one of the camping site was ‘ open-plan ’. It only had corner marker for each of the pitching. We were between a Dutch elderly twosome and 2 French men with 3 Gallic women ( all in one tent ). The Dutch couple stayed by their collapsible shelter for near of the day and the woman was topless all the time - just like us. No big lot, but her breasts were very firm, I just hope that mine are still that business firm 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 dyad of meter Jon sent me outside to check on the tent guys - in the nude. One clock time the French mass were just returning from somewhere and I went out right at the wrong ( no right ) consequence. 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 adjacent day was gay again and Jon sent Bridie and me for a walk along the long beach. The topical anaesthetic authorisation have been good and put a exhibitioner on the beach every few hundred time. Jon told us to walk right to one end of the beach then right to the other end. As we went we had to walk along the body of water's edge then up the beach to each of the exhibitioner in turn. At the exhibitor we had to direct our skirts and whirligig off ( leaving us bare ), exhibitioner, and then put our Bikini on. At the adjacent exhibitioner we had to take the bikinis off, shower then put our top side and skirt 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 minute Bikini top and a niggling cover-up skirt. Jon was doing the common 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 sure as shooting what she was talking about even though her English people was well. It was a good job that Bridie and Jon could concentrate on the conversation. I can still see that knowing smile 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 flat. Two full-of-the-moon days, two role days and 3 nights wearing cypher, going everywhere, and doing everything naked. Fantastic. Bridie had never been there before and she was amazed. By the first of all eve she was so unstrain. We talked about how ‘ natural'it felt, there was aught intimate 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 outcome there was going shopping and finding a dress shop that sold the sexiest clothing I have ever seen. Jon spotted these nipple clinch and clit clamps. Needless to say that he bought some, but not before he got the charwoman cut-rate sale helper to indicate us how they fitted. When Jon asked her she was tacit 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 maiden clamp touched me and squeezed my nipple forward. By the clock time the instant one was in stead my pussy was getting well lubricated.

The woman told me to sit up on the table and lean back on my elbows, right there in the midsection of the shop class. We were the only customers in there to set out off with, but it wasn't long before we had an consultation both international 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 rings to make it easier to plow, but they are positions so that the fitter's finger are rightfield over your yap. As the cleaning woman 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 merits of the gimmick. It hurt a bit, but it wasn't long before that annoyance turned into delight and I could induce easily stayed there watching the small 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 legs. Jon picked up another clit clamp and started to fit it to her. She gasped as Jon played about with her pussy, pretending to make trouble fitting it. I know that Bridie's button 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 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 tire out anything underneath. We did get a chance to don them on one of the evenings that we were there.

We had to get into the clitoris clamps and me the teat clamp for the 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 clamp doing their job there was no way that I wasn't thinking about sex. I'm sure that the masses stood next to me in the shops could smell my cunt juice, I know that Bridie could.

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

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