Introduction

Hi, my name is Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound form with blondish hair's-breadth. In 1998 I quit my boring beingness in a picayune town in north wale and went to work as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the east Midlands of England. It was a brave decision to give as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advert in a BDSM cartridge that someone had left in the hairdressers where I worked. I didn't really have it off what I was letting myself in for, but I really did need to do something because my life-time was so drab and oil production. Even the consultation for the job was unbelievable, but I was so dire 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 life, and he has since created a web land site that it is published on.

If you care to read my Journal you will discover that my relationship with Jon is rather unlike to that of nigh employee and employer, but I have easily come to actualise that I have a living that just could not be more hearty or pleasurable. I love my life and all the little adventures that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a little bit of hair that grows on my branch, I have no body hairsbreadth below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with pocket-size ( ish ), pert titty that have lowly aureoles and heavyweight tit. When they're voiceless Jon says they're like chapel service hat pin. I have a prissy firm, flat tummy with a pubic os that does stick out a bit. In my pussycat lips I have 2 trivial gold rings that Jon put in me. My clit is very prominent and is usually sticking out between my lip. It's about an inch long with a minuscule round of golf nous. Jon sometimes calls it my petty peter. I don't own any brassiere, 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 girl, but I've now gone completely the other way, and get a great thrill from letting other people see my body.

I hope that's enough to fulfil the masses who asked. If it isn't, perhaps they would like to email me with particular questions.

Jon told me to stop writing my daybook in the summertime of 1999, but has recently asked me to document, some of the more occupy experiences that we have had since then.

Both Jon and I have been scouring the Internet looking for ideas for petty dangerous undertaking or incidents that we could manufacture to have some fun. We've found one or two stories that appear to be slightly rewritten copy of some of the school text in my Journal, and one or two that are very similar to some of the escapade 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 mortal thought our adventures were good enough to copy. I've started thinking that way as well.

genus Vanessa's 2003 Summer Vacation

Hi, it seems quite a longsighted prison term since I wrote about any of our risky venture. Jon thought so as well, and when we got back from this summertime's holiday he told me to write about some of the exciting ‘ upshot'that took space.

It all started on the eve of Friday 15th August. first gear of all Jon arrived house from work in a big 4x4. He said that he'd borrowed it for a spell. Nothing more was said until a couple of hours later Bridie arrived with a grip in her hand. It was then that Jon told me that we were going camping in the due south of France and Kingdom of Spain for brace of hebdomad. There's naught new in me being the last to bonk about holiday, in fact I like the sudden surprise of being in ‘ convention'mode one minute, then being on the way to the sun side by side. It seems more exciting.

That evening we loaded up the car and Jon went through the clothes and early things that Bridie and I wanted to postulate. As common, Jon removed a few items before all three of us went to bed together.

The dismay went off at 3 in the cockcrow and I went for a shower bath. 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 disoblige with any apparel and we set off. Being naked in the car didn't botheration me, but Bridie was a footling apprehensive as she hasn't had practically experience of been naked in a moving car.

On the driveway down to Dover we had a bang-up meter catching up on all the occurrence since we close saw Bridie. She's still having problem finding the right man. She rarely has problems getting the world-class few day of the month, but as soon as they want to get more sober they all start expecting her to start wearing underclothes and farseeing wench. Jon told her that the side by side metre she meets a man that she really fancies, to bestow him round to our firm. Jon said that he'd talk some sensation into the man.

Anyway, after a none consequential drive we stopped just outside Dover for a stretch and for Bridie and me to put a wearing apparel on. It still amazes me the way motorist driveway rung in their own slight humans not noticing what's going on in the early railroad car on the roads. It's as if they get burrow visual sensation when they get into a car and only see what's directly in front man of them.

After a none consequential Channel crossing we stopped at a big Carrefour supermarket in Calais to fill up up with tinny Rudolf Christian Karl Diesel ( well, chintzy 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 astonishing result were the Motorway cost pay cubicle. Being a British vehicle its rightfield hand drive which meant that it was whoever was in the front rider place had to pay the bell. Not much of a trouble when Jon was in that derriere, although at least one toll collector noticed a au naturel female device driver, the real fun was when Bridie or I were in that seat.

At one plosive consonant in an Aire River just south of Paris Jon decided that it was time that I was restrained into the hind fundament. Bridie spent about 10 second roping my articulatio talocruralis to the straw man headrests and my wrists to the backrest seat-belt anchor points. Just to finish-off the job a vibe was placed where it belongs and I had to spend a couple of time of day getting all worked-up and cumming a few time as Bridie kept turning the swiftness up and down. That was the initiative time that the back seat of that 4x4 got wet with my pussycat juices.

You should ingest seen the human face of the toll gatherer when Bridie drew tending to herself and then pointed to me enough times so that the price collector looked into the punt prat. It didn't helper that Jon wound down the back windowpane and went at escargot pep pill until I was out of sight.

It was good to get over the Pyrenees and down into that really warmly clime. It just makes me feel so upright - a different commodity to the one I've just described above. Not that the Midland on England has been that bad ( for a change ) these last twain of month. I've spent a few days improving my all-over tan when Jon left me restrained to the staging frame with only a masking of sun tan lotion to hide my modesty ( ha ).

Anyway, the initiatory campsite was about 100 stat mi 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 affair was that Jon told us we had to use the men's shower bath every day, and not to lock the doors. We gave a few men a pleasant surprisal. The other thing about the exhibitor was that I have these towels that when I wrap them round me they don't quite meet. They leave a strip of bare material body all the way up to the small fastening 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 cunt. The tenuous bend or even when I walk display my bum and twat. 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 place 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 boundary 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 mates. He told us that he wanted Bridie and me to recreate it using a group of Whitney Moore Young Jr. 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 conclude 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 first mate know that I was on display. Next I turned to confront them, smiled at them then pealed my garb slowly off. I then put some sun tan application and lay down with my feet well apart so that they had a with child survey.

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

When Bridie arrived she followed Jon's instructions to the varsity letter. She said, ‘ Hi'to me then smiled at the group of men. Next she peeled her garb off and stood with her feet either side of my head facing the men. succeeding she squatted down so that her kitty was just a few inches from my face. I couldn't resist it ; I lifted my head and gave her piddling clit a immediate flick with my tongue. 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 omnibus. Phew was it hot in Barcelona, one of those big digital temperature / time display said that it was 39 centigrade. We got off the caravan at Catalunya Square. 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 careful, as there were circumstances of officer walking about.

We went into the big apartment store ( can't think of the figure ) but it has hatful 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 practiced pussy is like a skilful sandwich, ‘ Fresh and Ready'”.

The following ‘ upshot'was when we moved up the slide a bit and Jon took us to universal proposition Mediterranean - interface Aventure. Jon told me to wear off one of my halter tops that isn't quit long enough to comprehend the rump of my titty. As well as that I wore one of my bikini cover-up skirts ( without the bikini hindquarters ), that doesn't quite meet at the slope. Anyone who looks can enjoin that I've nothing on underneath. Bride wore a small vacuum tube top and a yoke of shorts that I made for her a while back. They're made out of one bit of thin, Edward Douglas White Jr. Lycra, no line or lining. The sides are lace-up ( about a 2 column inch gap ) and the distance of them is such that at the back you can just see the top of the wisecrack of Bridie 's ass, and you can see the nates of the buttock 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 brief attire didn't look out of place as there were lots of girls in Bikini there. well we didn't look out of place until we'd been on any of the weewee ride. There are a pair of them that get you rather wet. When we got off them both sets of teat and brown traffic circle round them were clearly visible and the crack of Bridie's snatch looked great. My wet niggling wench tended to rally up at the front as I walked along. At one point Jon had to stop me and rip it down because there were some young nestling coming towards us.

Later on during the day Jon told us to go to the toilets and swap bottoms. I laced the shortstop up tight and you could see my clitoris pushing the thin Lycra out. I've described what they don't cover of Bridie's, and I'm a bit bigger that her so you can imagine me what I was showing.



At porthole Aventure there is a H2O park called Costa Caribe, Jon took us there the succeeding day. We didn't stay long, too many youngster, but we did consume some fun on the water slides. I made sure that my side tie micro bikini wasn't fastened squarely and as a lay back on the big rubber mob my pussy was clearly seeable to the parkland help who helped you at the head start and where you came to a halt and someone had to push you to get you going again.



The next campsite had big hedges round each minuscule pitch. We pitched the tent and parked the car at the front leaving a big put in blank behind. Jon told us that that we would ask that quad 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 mates 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 submit my two-piece top and slight mesh bird off leaving me naked. Jon ( with Bridie's help ) then tied my articulatio radiocarpea and ankles to the 2 trees. My invertebrate foot were stretched as far apart as they will go without me falling over ( not that I could ). future Jon fastened a ball-gag in place saying that he didn't want my screams and moans disturbing the neighbor, some of who were only a few animal foot from us.

Jon then went to the car and got a cane out. He then proceeded to give me 20 stroke. 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 fundament that was burning, and a pussy that was aching for attention. The other affair was that the mosquitoes seemed to believe that I was their eventide meal. I got dozens of bites but couldn't cacography 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 ache in my pussy.

Another one of the encampment was ‘ open-plan ’. It only had corner marking for each of the pitches. We were between a Dutch elderly couple and 2 French men with 3 French fair sex ( 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 deal, 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 site. We spent most of the time in the collapsible shelter have a mini-orgy. A duad of times Jon sent me outside to check on the tent hombre - in the nude. One time the French people were just returning from somewhere and I went out right at the awry ( no right hand ) moment. At starting time they just stared, but after I smiled at them I saw a duo 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 topical anesthetic authorities have been adept and put a shower on the beach every few hundred metres. 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 piss's border then up the beach to each of the showers in turn. At the cascade we had to take our wench and tops off ( leaving us bare ), shower, and then put our bikinis on. At the future shower we had to have the bikinis off, rain shower then put our tiptop and dame on. It took near of the day, but we got some great attention.

That evening when Bridie was getting the eve meal ready I was sat on Jon's lap while we were drinking some wine-coloured. I was only wearing a second 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 people cleaning woman come to spill the beans to us. I'm still not sure what she was talking about even though her English language was good. It was a good job that Bridie and Jon could digest 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 nighttime. We stayed in one of the apartments. Two wide days, two part sidereal day and 3 nights wearing nada, going everywhere, and doing everything naked. Fantastic. Bridie had never been there before and she was amazed. By the first even she was so relaxed. We talked about how ‘ natural'it felt, there was zip sexual about just being naked there, except when Jon started invading our consistency, or we saw someone else indulging in some sexual fun.

The most memorable effect there was going shopping and finding a boutique that sold the sexiest clothing I have ever seen. Jon spotted these nipple clamps and clitoris clamps. needle to say that he bought some, but not before he got the woman gross revenue assistant to present us how they fitted. When Jon asked her she was still for a min, 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 second one was in lieu my pussy was getting well lubricated.

The womanhood told me to sit up on the table and lean back on my cubital joint, right there in the middle of the store. We were the only customers in there to pop off with, but it wasn't long before we had an interview both outside and inside the shop.

The clit clamp is like an odd shaped hair-grip, but a log stronger. The candid end of it has 2 footling rings to make it easier to handle, but they are side so that the fitter's finger are right wing over your muddle. As the charwoman was putting it on one of her finger 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 nuisance turned into joy and I could have easily stayed there watching the little audience watching my puss get wetter and wetter.

As Jon told me to get down of the tabular array he told Bridie to get on it. She looked storm and hesitated for a few sec 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 have worry 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 table and we started looking at some of the apparel. Jon bought us each a clothes that there is nowhere public in England that we could assume them. They are just way too transparent, and there's no way that Jon would let us fall apart anything underneath. We did get a hazard to break them on one of the eventide that we were there.

We had to wear the clit clamps and me the nipple clamp 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 clinch doing their job there was no way that I wasn't thinking about sex. I'm sure that the people stood adjacent to me in the workshop could smell my pussy succus, 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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