Introduction

Hi, my gens is Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound material body with blondish hair. In 1998 I quit my boring existence in a little township in Frederick North weal and went to work as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East Midlands of England. It was a endure decision to make as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advert in a BDSM mag that someone had left in the styler where I worked. I didn't really jazz what I was letting myself in for, but I really did need to do something because my life-time was so dreary and boring. Even the interview for the job was unconvincing, but I was so desperate to interchange 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 write a daybook of my new life, and he has since created a web site that it is published on.

If you care to interpret my Journal you will discover that my relationship with Jon is rather different to that of nigh employee and employer, but I have easily come to realise that I have a spirit that just could not be more square or gratifying. I love my biography and all the little adventures that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a petty bit of whisker 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 ), pert breasts that have small halo and giant teat. When they're hard Jon says they're like chapel hat pegs. I have a prissy firm, level stomach with a pubic off-white that does get out a bit. In my kitty lips I have 2 little gold pack that Jon put in me. My clit is very prominent and is usually sticking out between my lips. It's about an inch long with a little round drumhead. Jon sometimes calls it my little dick. I don't own any brassiere, knickers, trouser, leggings or shorts ; and 90 % of my skirts 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 the great unwashed who asked. If it isn't, perhaps they would like to e-mail me with specific questions.

Jon told me to blockade 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 Internet looking for theme for short adventures or incidents that we could manufacture to have some fun. We've found one or two account that appear to be slightly rewritten transcript of some of the text in my daybook, and one or two that are very like to some of the adventures that we've had and that I've written about in my daybook. At first gear I was a bit annoyed about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that soul thought our adventures were near enough to copy. I've started thinking that way as well.

genus Vanessa's 2003 summer Vacation

Hi, it seems quite a recollective meter since I wrote about any of our adventure. Jon thought so as well, and when we got back from this summer's holiday he told me to write about some of the stimulate ‘ events'that took place.

It all started on the evening of Friday 15th August. First of all Jon arrived home from study in a big 4x4. He said that he'd borrowed it for a spell. Nothing more was said until a twosome of hours later Bridie arrived with a bag in her hired man. It was then that Jon told me that we were going camping in the southward of French Republic and Espana for pair of weeks. There's nothing new in me being the final stage to have it away about holiday, in fact I like the sudden surprise of being in ‘ normal'style one minute, 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 dress and other affair that Bridie and I wanted to take. As usual, Jon removed a few items before all three of us went to bed together.

The alert went off at 3 in the sunup 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 too soon Jon told Bridie and me not to discommode with any clothes and we set off. Being naked in the car didn't bother me, but Bridie was a piffling discerning as she hasn't had very much experience of been naked in a moving car.

On the thrust down to Dover we had a outstanding fourth dimension catching up on all the occurrence since we last saw Bridie. She's still having problems finding the decent man. She rarely has job getting the number one few dates, but as soon as they want to get more serious they all start expecting her to set forth wearing underwear and longer bird. Jon told her that the side by side time she meets a man that she really fancies, to land him round to our house. Jon said that he'd talk some sense into the man.

Anyway, after a none eventful driving we stopped just extraneous Dover for a stretch and for Bridie and me to put a dress on. It still amazes me the way motorist ride rung in their own lilliputian world not noticing what's going on in the other cars on the road. It's as if they get burrow sight when they get into a car and only see what's directly in front of them.

After a none eventful duct crossing we stopped at a big Carrefour supermarket in Calais to fulfill up with trashy diesel ( well, cheesy 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 for the first time really amazing events were the Motorway Toll pay booths. Being a Brits fomite its right hand drive which meant that it was whoever was in the front passenger derriere had to pay the tolls. Not much of a job when Jon was in that behind, although at least one cost collector noticed a naked female driver, the veridical fun was when Bridie or I were in that seat.

At one stop in an Aire River just south of City of Light Jon decided that it was time that I was restrained into the back tooshie. Bridie spent about 10 minutes roping my ankle joint to the front head restraint and my wrists to the vertebral column seat-belt ground tackle points. 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 pep pill up and down. That was the start time that the backward seat of that 4x4 got wet with my pussy juices.

You should have seen the face of the toll accumulator when Bridie drew attention to herself and then pointed to me enough clock time so that the bell collector looked into the back seat. 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 climate. It just makes me find so effective - a different good to the one I've just described above. Not that the midland on England has been that bad ( for a modification ) these last distich of months. I've spent a few Day improving my all-over tan when Jon left me restrained to the scaffolding underframe with only a cover of sun tan lotion to hide my modesty ( ha ).

Anyway, the inaugural campsite was about 100 miles south of Barcelona. It was quite crowded and the pitch shot 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 lock the doors. We gave a few men a pleasant surprise. The early thing about the shower was that I have these towels that when I wrap them round off me they don't quite meet. They leave a slip of bare flesh all the way up to the piffling holdfast that stop them from falling off. Another matter is that they are not very long. When I fasten them just above my trivial bosom they just come down to the top of my slit. The slim crimp or even when I walk shows my bum and pussycat. Great when I'm being followed. Bridie doesn't have that problem, unless she rolls the top over a bit.

The worry ‘ event'that took place around that sentence was when we went to a nudist beach. It was quite crowded when we got there and as we walked alone the urine'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 Hellene island with some of his mates. He told us that he wanted Bridie and me to recreate it using a radical 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 animal foot were quite close to their heading. As I lay my towel down I bent over so that my slit was fully visible to them. I saw ( and heard ) one of them let his mates know that I was on presentation. Next I turned to face them, smiled at them then pealed my wearing apparel slowly off. I then put some sun tan lotion and lay down with my base well apart so that they had a nifty view.

For the next 30 minutes I slowly worked myself up thinking about them. Every minute of arc or so I'd look over to them or sham to chafe an itching 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 instructions to the letter. She said, ‘ Hi'to me then smiled at the radical of men. Next she peeled her dress off and stood with her groundwork either side of my drumhead facing the men. side by side she squatted down so that her pussy was just a few inch from my face. I couldn't resist it ; I lifted my head and gave her lilliputian clit a promptly pic with my glossa. 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 caravan into Barcelona a yoke of day and went on the tourist motorcoach. 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 square which has a few strips of pasturage that people laid out on. We gave a few men a pleasant purview but had to be careful, as there were lots of policemen walking about.

We went into the big flat store ( can't recall the gens ) but it has lots of escalators. We left Jon outside and made sure as shooting 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 class called ‘ Fresh and Ready ’. When Bridie asked Jon what he was laughing about he said,"A skilful pussy is like a secure sandwich, ‘ Fresh and Ready'”.

The following ‘ event'was when we moved up the coast a bit and Jon took us to universal Mediterranean Sea - embrasure Aventure. Jon told me to wear one of my hangman's halter tops that isn't quit long enough to overcompensate the bottomland of my breasts. As well as that I wore one of my bikini cover-up skirts ( without the bikini bottoms ), that doesn't quite meet at the incline. Anyone who looks can tell that I've nothing on underneath. Bride wore a small pipe top and a dyad of shortstop that I made for her a while back. They're made out of one piece of reduce, Edward D. White Lycra, no seam 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 impertinence of her ass as well. At the front they are so low that you would be capable to see some of her pubic hair - if she had any.

Our brief dress didn't facial expression out of place as there were dozens of little girl in bikinis there. wellspring we didn't look out of place until we'd been on any of the water ride. There are a mates of them that get you rather wet. When we got off them both solidifying of nipples and Robert Brown circles round them were clearly visible and the crack of Bridie's kitty-cat looked great. My wet little skirt tended to ride up at the front end as I walked along. At one point Jon had to blockade 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 can and swap nates. I laced the drawers up tight and you could see my clit pushing the thin Lycra out. I've described what they don't cover version of Bridie's, and I'm a bit bigger that her so you can imagine me what I was showing.



At interface Aventure there is a piss park called rib piranha, Jon took us there the adjacent day. We didn't stay long, too many kids, but we did suffer some fun on the water supply 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 seeable to the green supporter who helped you at the start and where you came to a stop and individual had to campaign you to get you going again.



The next campsite had big hedging round each little pitch. We pitched the tent and parked the car at the front leaving a big put in place behind. Jon told us that that we would ask that space 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 pair of misapprehension navigating us round the Paris ring road.

After I'd cleaned-up after the eve meal Jon got a box out of the 4x4 and we went behind the collapsible shelter. There I had to admit my Bikini top and little net dame off leaving me naked. Jon ( with Bridie's aid ) then tied my articulatio radiocarpea and ankle joint to the 2 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 seat saying that he didn't want my sidesplitter and moans disturbing the neighbours, some of who were only a few metrical foot from us.

Jon then went to the car and got a cane out. He then proceeded to move over 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 succeeding couple of time of day I was left there totally naked, with a backside that was burning, and a kitty-cat that was aching for attention. The other thing was that the mosquitoes seemed to recall that I was their eve meal. I got dozens of bites 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 care of the ache in my pussy.

Another one of the encampment was ‘ open-plan ’. It only had nook mark for each of the delivery. We were between a Dutch elderly duet and 2 French men with 3 French cleaning woman ( all in one tent ). The Dutch couple stayed by their tent for most of the day and the adult female 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 simply none cheery day that we had was while we were on that situation. We spent most of the meter in the tent have a mini-orgy. A distich of time Jon sent me outside to check on the tent guy rope - in the nude person. One time the French citizenry were just returning from somewhere and I went out right at the wrong ( no right ) instant. At first they just stared, but after I smiled at them I saw a span of them smile back and one on the men winked at me.

The next day was gay again and Jon sent Bridie and me for a walk along the longsighted beach. The local anaesthetic sureness have been effective and put a shower on the beach every few hundred metre. Jon told us to walk right to one end of the beach then right to the other end. As we went we had to take the air along the piss's border then up the beach to each of the showers in turn. At the showers we had to subscribe to our bird and tip off ( leaving us naked ), shower down, and then put our bikinis on. At the next shower we had to take the bikinis off, shower then put our top side and skirts on. It took most of the day, but we got some corking attention.

That evening when Bridie was getting the evening meal gear up I was sat on Jon's lap while we were drinking some wine. I was only wearing a minute bikini top and a picayune 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 come up to talk to us. I'm still not sure what she was talking about even though her English was skilful. It was a good job that Bridie and Jon could concentrate on the conversation. I can still see that knowing smiling that she gave me after she'd stared at us for a couple of seconds.

On the way back from Spain, Jon took us to Cap d'Agde for 3 nights. We stayed in one of the apartments. Two wax sidereal day, two part days and 3 dark wearing naught, going everywhere, and doing everything naked. Fantastic. Bridie had never been there before and she was amazed. By the maiden eve she was so relaxed. 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 sexual fun.

The most memorable event there was going shopping and finding a dress shop that sold the sexiest habiliment I have ever seen. Jon spotted these tit clamps and clit clamp. needle to say that he bought some, but not before he got the woman sales supporter to present us how they fitted. When Jon asked her she was silent for a hour, 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 clinch touched me and squeezed my nipple forward. By the clock time the instant one was in space my snatch was getting well lubricated.

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

The clit clamp is like an odd shaped hair-grip, but a log stronger. The exposed end of it has 2 lilliputian rings to make it easier to cover, but they are positions so that the fitter's finger are veracious over your cakehole. As the woman was putting it on one of her digit went inside me for a second.

After it was fitted, Jon told me to bide like I was whilst he discussed the virtue of the device. It hurt a bit, but it wasn't long before that hurting turned into pleasure and I could have easily stayed there watching the pocket-sized audience watching my slit get wetter and wetter.

As Jon told me to get down of the mesa he told Bridie to get on it. She looked surprise and hesitated for a few second gear 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 experience 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 get into them. They are just way too transparent, and there's no way that Jon would let us outwear anything underneath. We did get a hazard to wear them on one of the evenings that we were there.

We had to wear the clit clamps and me the nipple clamps for the rest 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 following to me in the shops could sense my pussycat juices, I know that Bridie could.

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

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