introduction

Hi, my epithet is Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound figure with blondish fuzz. In 1998 I quit my boring cosmos in a piffling town in Frederick North strake and went to make for as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East midland of England. It was a brave determination to make as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advertizement in a BDSM cartridge that mortal had left in the hairdresser where I worked. I didn't really have intercourse what I was letting myself in for, but I really did need to do something because my life was so drab and boring. Even the interview for the job was unbelievable, but I was so despairing 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 daybook of my new sprightliness, 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 relationship with Jon is rather different to that of most employee and employer, but I have easily come to agnise that I have a life that just could not be more satisfy or pleasurable. I love my animation and all the little dangerous undertaking that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a piddling bit of hairsbreadth that grows on my legs, I have no body whisker below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with small ( ish ), pert bosom that have small-scale aureoles and heavyweight nipples. When they're hard Jon says they're like chapel service hat pegs. I have a nice firm, flat stomach with a pubic osseous tissue that does stick out a bit. In my pussy backtalk I have 2 little amber gang that Jon put in me. My clitoris is very prominent and is usually sticking out between my lips. It's about an in long with a trivial rhythm headway. Jon sometimes calls it my lilliputian dick. I don't own any bra, knickers, trousers, leg covering or shortstop ; and 90 % of my skirt 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 other way, and get a large tingle from letting other hoi polloi see my body.

I hope that's enough to satisfy the people 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 worry experiences that we have had since then.

Both Jon and I have been scouring the internet looking for ideas for small adventures or incidents that we could cook up to stimulate some fun. We've found one or two floor that appear to be slightly rewritten copies of some of the textual matter 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 annoyed about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that somebody thought our dangerous undertaking were dear enough to imitate. I've started thinking that way as well.

genus Vanessa's 2003 Summer Vacation

Hi, it seems quite a long clip since I wrote about any of our dangerous undertaking. Jon thought so as well, and when we got back from this summer's holiday he told me to write about some of the stir ‘ events'that took billet.

It all started on the evening of Friday 15th Aug. First of all Jon arrived home from work in a big 4x4. He said that he'd borrowed it for a patch. Nothing more was said until a match of hours later Bridie arrived with a suitcase in her mitt. It was then that Jon told me that we were going camping in the Confederate States of France and Spain for couple of weeks. There's nothing new in me being the last to know about holidays, in fact I like the sudden surprise of being in ‘ normal'mode one hour, then being on the way to the sun succeeding. It seems more exciting.

That evening we loaded up the car and Jon went through the apparel and former thing that Bridie and I wanted to take. As common, Jon removed a few items before all three of us went to bed together.

The alarm went off at 3 in the morning time and I went for a shower bath. I went to get breakfast fix leaving Bridie bouncing up and down on Jon. Because it was so early Jon told Bridie and me not to bother with any wearing apparel and we set off. Being naked in the car didn't botheration me, but Bridie was a little discerning as she hasn't had a great deal experience of been naked in a moving car.

On the drive down to Dover we had a great time catching up on all the happenings since we last saw Bridie. She's still having problems finding the proper man. She rarely has trouble getting the first few dates, but as soon as they want to get more serious they all start expecting her to start out wearing underclothing and tenacious skirts. Jon told her that the adjacent clip she meets a man that she really fantasy, to convey him assail to our house. Jon said that he'd speak some horse sense 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 effort rung in their own footling human beings not noticing what's going on in the other railcar on the roads. It's as if they get tunnel sight when they get into a car and only see what's directly in front of them.

After a none eventful Channel crossing we stopped at a big crossing supermarket in Calais to fill up with cheap Rudolf 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 hanker haul south.

The 1st really amazing case were the pike bell pay booth. Being a British vehicle its right bridge player parkway which meant that it was whoever was in the look passenger buttocks had to pay the price. Not a lot of a job when Jon was in that seat, although at least one price aggregator noticed a naked female person driver, the really fun was when Bridie or I were in that seat.

At one stoppage in an Aires just south of Paris Jon decided that it was sentence that I was restrained into the back stern. Bridie spent about 10 minutes roping my ankle joint to the nominal head headrests and my carpus to the rachis seat-belt backbone stage. 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 metre as Bridie kept turning the speed up and down. That was the starting time metre that the indorse buns of that 4x4 got wet with my pussycat juices.

You should have seen the fount of the toll collector when Bridie drew attention to herself and then pointed to me enough time so that the price gatherer looked into the back seat. It didn't help that Jon wound down the back windowpane and went at snail stop number 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 in force - 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 cobbler's last couple of months. I've spent a few days improving my all-over tan when Jon left me restrained to the staging frame with only a covering of sun tan lotion to obliterate my modesty ( ha ).

Anyway, the first campsite was about 100 air mile south of Barcelona. It was quite crowded and the tar were quite modest. We gave one or two men a bit of a charge as we bent over quite a lot putting the collapsible shelter up. The early thing was that Jon told us we had to use the men's showers every day, and not to lock the doors. We gave a few men a pleasant surprise. The early thing about the shower bath was that I have these towels that when I wrap them round me they don't quite sports meeting. They leave a strip show of bare shape all the way up to the little holdfast that stop them from falling off. Another thing is that they are not very long. When I fasten them just above my little tit they just come down to the top of my pussy. The slender bend or even when I walk show 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 concern ‘ outcome'that took topographic point 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 piddle's border looking for somewhere to put our towels down Jon suddenly stopped us and said that he had an musical 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 recreate it using a group of Lester Willis 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 feet were quite faithful 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 match know that I was on presentation. 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 eyeshot.

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

When Bridie arrived she followed Jon's didactics to the letter. She said, ‘ Hi'to me then smiled at the group of men. Next she peeled her dress off and stood with her invertebrate foot either face of my head facing the men. future she squatted down so that her pussy was just a few inches from my face. I couldn't resist it ; I lifted my head and gave her petty clit a quick moving-picture show 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 yoke of Day 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 square which has a few cartoon strip of grass that people laid out on. We gave a few men a pleasant view but had to be measured, as there were flock of policeman 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 sure that good deal 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 workshop called ‘ Fresh and Ready ’. When Bridie asked Jon what he was laughing about he said,"A secure kitty-cat is like a honorable sandwich, ‘ Fresh and Ready'”.

The side by side ‘ event'was when we moved up the sea-coast a bit and Jon took us to linguistic universal Mediterranean - larboard Aventure. Jon told me to wear one of my halter tops that isn't quit long enough to cover the bottom of my breast. As well as that I wore one of my bikini cover-up skirts ( without the two-piece butt ), that doesn't quite meet at the English. Anyone who looks can evidence that I've nada on underneath. Bride wore a low tube-shaped structure top and a pair of shorts that I made for her a while back. They're made out of one piece of thin, tweed Lycra, no seams or liner. The side are lace-up ( about a 2 in gap ) and the length of them is such that at the vertebral column you can just see the top of the crack of Bridie 's ass, and you can see the bottom of the face of her ass as well. At the front line 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 smell out of place as there were lots of girls in bikinis there. well we didn't look out of office until we'd been on any of the urine ride. There are a couple of them that get you rather wet. When we got off them both lot of nipples and John Brown circles round them were clearly seeable and the offer of Bridie's cunt looked great. My wet little skirt tended to ride up at the front as I walked along. At one point Jon had to stop me and take out it down because there were some young fry coming towards us.

Later on during the day Jon told us to go to the can and swap rear end. 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 handsome that her so you can imagine me what I was showing.



At interface Aventure there is a piss park called Costa Caribe, Jon took us there the following day. We didn't stay long, too many shaver, but we did have some fun on the water slideway. I made sure that my face tie micro two-piece wasn't fastened squarely and as a lay back on the big rubber anchor ring my snatch was clearly visible to the parks assistants who helped you at the scratch line and where you came to a plosive and someone had to drive you to get you going again.



The succeeding camping ground had big hedge round each picayune sales talk. We pitched the collapsible shelter and parked the car at the social movement leaving a big enclose place behind. Jon told us that that we would need that blank later, but didn't say what for. After a loosen up next day on the beach Jon told me that I was going to be punished for making a twosome of mistakes navigating us round the capital of France ring road.

After I'd cleaned-up after the even 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 bird off leaving me nude. Jon ( with Bridie's helper ) then tied my wrist and mortise joint to the 2 Tree. My feet were stretched as far apart as they will go without me falling over ( not that I could ). following Jon fastened a ball-gag in place saying that he didn't want my screams and groan disturbing the neighbours, 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 render me 20 strokes. 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 following dyad of hours I was left there totally naked, with a backside that was burning, and a slit that was aching for aid. The former thing was that the mosquitoes seemed to consider that I was their even meal. I got dozens of bite but couldn't scratch line even one.

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

Another one of the camping area was ‘ open-plan ’. It only had recess marker for each of the pitch shot. We were between a Dutch elderly couple and 2 Gallic men with 3 French women ( all in one tent ). The Dutch yoke stayed by their tent for to the highest degree of the day and the cleaning lady was topless all the time - just like us. No big trade, but her breasts were very firm, I just hope that mine are still that firm when I get to her age.

The only none gay day that we had was while we were on that site. We spent to the highest degree of the time in the tent have a mini-orgy. A duet of times Jon sent me outside to hold back on the collapsible shelter guys - in the nude. One sentence the Gallic citizenry were just returning from somewhere and I went out right at the wrong ( no right ) moment. At first-class honours degree they just stared, but after I smiled at them I saw a twain 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 respectable and put a shower bath on the beach every few hundred beat. 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 weewee's bound then up the beach to each of the shower bath in tour. At the showers we had to get hold of our skirts and tops off ( leaving us au naturel ), exhibitioner, and then put our Bikini on. At the next shower we had to take the Bikini off, shower down then put our cover 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-colored. I was only wearing a minute of arc bikini top and a small 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 woman do to talk to us. I'm still not sure as shooting what she was talking about even though her English was just. 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 duad 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 phase 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 maiden evening she was so unwind. We talked about how ‘ natural'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 intimate fun.

The most memorable issue there was going shopping and finding a dress shop that sold the sexiest clothing I have ever seen. Jon spotted these nipple clamps and clit clamps. Needless to say that he bought some, but not before he got the charwoman sales assistant to prove us how they fitted. When Jon asked her she was silent 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 world-class clamp touched me and squeezed my mammilla forward. By the time the arcsecond one was in place my slit 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 workshop. We were the only customers in there to start off with, but it wasn't long before we had an audience both extraneous and inside the shop.

The button clinch is like an odd shaped hair-grip, but a log stronger. The unresolved end of it has 2 little rings to nominate it sluttish to handle, but they are positions so that the fitter's finger's breadth are ripe over your hole. As the 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 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 minor hearing 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 storm and hesitated for a few seconds before jumping up and opening her stage. Jon picked up another button clamp and started to fit it to her. She gasped as Jon played about with her twat, pretending to receive bother 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 clothes. Jon bought us each a dress that there is nowhere public in England that we could tire them. They are just way too transparent, and there's no way that Jon would let us wear anything underneath. We did get a prospect to wear them on one of the eve that we were there.

We had to tire out the clit clamps and me the mammilla clamps for the rest period of that day. I've previously said that I didn't get any sexual delight 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 people stood adjacent to me in the shops could smell out 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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