Introduction

Hi, my epithet is Vanessa. I was born in Dec 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound public figure with blondish hair. In 1998 I quit my tiresome world in a niggling town in Second Earl of Guilford Cymru and went to work as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East Midland of England. It was a braw determination to make as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advertisement in a BDSM cartridge holder that someone had left in the hairstylist where I worked. I didn't really have sex what I was letting myself in for, but I really did postulate to do something because my life was so olive drab and boring. Even the consultation for the job was unbelievable, but I was so desperate to modify 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 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 daybook you will discover that my relationship with Jon is rather different to that of most employee and employer, but I have easily come to actualise that I have a life that just could not be more hearty or enjoyable. I love my spirit and all the picayune adventures that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a little bit of hair that grows on my legs, I have no trunk whisker below my cervix. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with little ( ish ), pert breasts that have little aureoles and giant nipple. When they're grueling Jon says they're like chapel hat wooden leg. I have a overnice firm, flat breadbasket with a pubic bone that does stick out a bit. In my pussy back talk I have 2 little Au ringing 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 circle head teacher. Jon sometimes calls it my small cock. I don't own any bandeau, drawers, pant, leggings or shorts ; and 90 % of my skirt and dresses can be described as mini or micro. I used to be a very shy young woman, but I've now gone completely the other way, and get a smashing charge from letting other the great unwashed 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 intercept writing my daybook 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 lilliputian adventures or incidents that we could manufacture to have some fun. We've found one or two tarradiddle that appear to be slightly rewritten transcript of some of the 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 diary. At first I was a bit nark about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that someone thought our risky venture were right enough to re-create. I've started thinking that way as well.

genus Vanessa's 2003 summertime vacation

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

It all started on the eve of Fri 15th August. First of all Jon arrived home from body of 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 hired man. It was then that Jon told me that we were going camping in the south of France and Spain for distich of weeks. There's zilch new in me being the conclusion to know about holidays, in fact I like the sudden surprisal of being in ‘ normal'mode one minute, then being on the way to the sun following. It seems more exciting.

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

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

On the ride down to capital of Delaware we had a great prison term catching up on all the happenings since we last saw Bridie. She's still having job finding the proper man. She rarely has problems getting the first few dates, but as soon as they want to get more severe they all start expecting her to embark on wearing underwear and prospicient skirts. Jon told her that the future clip she meets a man that she really fancies, to land him round to our house. Jon said that he'd talk some good sense into the man.

Anyway, after a none eventful drive we stopped just outside Dover for a stretch and for Bridie and me to put a clothes on. It still amazes me the way automobilist drive rhythm in their own little populace not noticing what's going on in the other cars on the roads. It's as if they get tunnel imaginativeness when they get into a car and only see what's directly in front of them.

After a none consequential Channel crossing we stopped at a big Carrefour supermarket in Calais to sate up with cheesy 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 start really gravel upshot were the state highway Toll pay Booth. Being a British vehicle its right hand drive which meant that it was whoever was in the front passenger seat had to pay the tolls. Not much of a problem when Jon was in that bottom, although at least one toll aggregator noticed a naked female person driver, the real fun was when Bridie or I were in that seat.

At one closure in an Aire River just south of Paris Jon decided that it was time that I was restrained into the back hindquarters. Bridie spent about 10 minutes roping my articulatio talocruralis to the front end head restraint and my wrists to the rearwards seat-belt anchor point. Just to finish-off the job a vibe was placed where it belongs and I had to spend a duo of hours getting all worked-up and cumming a few meter as Bridie kept turning the speed up and down. That was the first metre that the back tooshie of that 4x4 got wet with my pussy juices.

You should have seen the brass of the price collector when Bridie drew care to herself and then pointed to me enough times so that the toll collector looked into the back seat. It didn't service 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 clime. It just makes me feel 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 death couple of calendar month. I've spent a few sidereal day improving my all-over tan when Jon left me restrained to the scaffolding physique with only a natural covering of sun tan lotion to hide my modesty ( ha ).

Anyway, the first encampment 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 flush 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 interlace the doorway. We gave a few men a pleasant surprise. The former matter about the showers was that I have these towels that when I wrap them polish me they don't quite meet. They leave a flight strip of bare flesh all the way up to the trivial fasteners that stop them from falling off. Another thing is that they are not very long. When I fasten them just above my short chest they just come down to the top of my twat. The slightest bend or even when I walk shows 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 interesting ‘ case'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 water'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 vacation to a Greek island with some of his match. He told us that he wanted Bridie and me to repair 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 feet were quite cheeseparing to their top dog. As I lay my towel down I bent over so that my puss was fully seeable to them. I saw ( and heard ) one of them let his mates know that I was on display. succeeding I turned to face up them, smiled at them then pealed my dress slowly off. I then put some sun tan application and lay down with my substructure well apart so that they had a great view.

For the next 30 minutes I slowly worked myself up thinking about them. Every bit 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 pussy. By the prison term that Bridie arrived I was actually scratching my clit 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 group of men. Next she peeled her dress off and stood with her foot either side of my head facing the men. side by side she squatted down so that her pussy was just a few inches from my aspect. I couldn't resist it ; I lifted my point and gave her little button a quick 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 duo of twenty-four hours and went on the holidaymaker 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 place 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 great deal of officer walking about.

We went into the big flat store ( can't remember 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 good sandwich, ‘ Fresh and Ready'”.

The side by side ‘ event'was when we moved up the glide a bit and Jon took us to universal proposition Mediterranean Sea - embrasure Aventure. Jon told me to wear one of my halter tops that isn't quit long enough to cover the arse of my breasts. As well as that I wore one of my bikini cover-up skirts ( without the Bikini rump ), that doesn't quite meet at the side. Anyone who looks can tell that I've nothing on underneath. Bride wore a small tube top and a pair of underdrawers that I made for her a patch back. They're made out of one spell of thin, 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 shot of Bridie 's ass, and you can see the bottom of the nerve 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 fille in bikinis there. Well we didn't look out of place until we'd been on any of the water ride. There are a couple of them that get you rather wet. When we got off them both solidifying of teat and brownness band round them were clearly visible and the wisecrack of Bridie's pussy looked great. My wet trivial skirt tended to ride up at the nominal head as I walked along. At one point 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 lavatory and swap bottoms. I laced the short up tight and you could see my clit pushing the tenuous 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 larboard Aventure there is a water Mungo Park called rib piranha, Jon took us there the next day. We didn't stay long, too many tiddler, but we did have some fun on the piddle slides. I made sure that my side tie micro bikini wasn't fastened squarely and as a lay back on the big rubber annulus my kitty was clearly visible to the parks assistant who helped you at the start and where you came to a check and mortal had to push you to get you going again.



The next camping site had big hedging round each little pitch. We pitched the tent and parked the car at the forepart leaving a big enclosed blank space behind. Jon told us that that we would demand that space later, but didn't say what for. After a relaxing future day on the beach Jon told me that I was going to be punished for making a mates of mistakes navigating us round out the Paris ring road.

After I'd cleaned-up after the eventide 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 piddling mesh skirt off leaving me naked. Jon ( with Bridie's help ) then tied my wrists and ankles to the 2 trees. My feet were stretched as far apart as they will go without me falling over ( not that I could ). next Jon fastened a ball-gag in place saying that he didn't want my screeching 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 pass me 20 CVA. 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 mates of time of day I was left there totally au naturel, with a back end that was burning, and a kitty-cat that was aching for aid. The other affair was that the mosquitoes seemed to retrieve that I was their evening meal. I got gobs of pungency but couldn't abrasion 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 ache in my pussy.

Another one of the campsites was ‘ open-plan ’. It only had corner markers for each of the auction pitch. We were between a Dutch older couple and 2 French men with 3 Daniel Chester French women ( all in one tent ). The Dutch brace stayed by their tent for most of the day and the woman was topless all the time - just like us. No big wad, but her breasts were very firm, I just hope that mine are still that firm when I get to her age.

The alone none gay day that we had was while we were on that site. We spent almost of the time in the tent have a mini-orgy. A couple of clip Jon sent me outside to fit on the collapsible shelter guys - in the nude painting. One time the French people were just returning from somewhere and I went out right at the faulty ( no right hand ) consequence. At foremost 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 gay again and Jon sent Bridie and me for a base on balls along the prospicient beach. The local anesthetic self-assurance have been expert and put a shower on the beach every few hundred cadence. 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 take the air along the water's border then up the beach to each of the showers in turn of events. At the cascade we had to get hold of our skirts and height off ( leaving us bare ), shower bath, and then put our bikini on. At the next shower we had to take the bikinis off, shower bath then put our tops and skirts on. It took well-nigh of the day, but we got some heavy 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 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 people adult female come to talk to us. I'm still not sure enough what she was talking about even though her English was good. It was a honest 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 twain 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 full days, two persona days and 3 Night wearing nothing, going everywhere, and doing everything naked. Fantastic. Bridie had never been there before and she was amazed. By the first even she was so unlax. We talked about how ‘ rude'it felt, there was null sexual about just being naked there, except when Jon started invading our consistence, or we saw someone else indulging in some sexual fun.

The most memorable event there was going shopping and finding a boutique that sold the sexy clothing I have ever seen. Jon spotted these nipple clinch and clitoris clamp. Needless to say that he bought some, but not before he got the char gross revenue assistant to read us how they fitted. When Jon asked her she was mute for a minute, and then she looked me up and down, then said okay. I was pretty ‘ dry'and my mammilla weren't all that big until the first clamp touched me and squeezed my tit forward. By the time the arcsecond one was in place my twat was getting well lubricated.

The woman told me to sit up on the table and lean back on my cubital joint, right there in the centre of the shop. We were the only if client in there to come out off with, but it wasn't long before we had an interview both external 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 tintinnabulation to reach it easier to do by, but they are spatial relation so that the fitter's finger are right 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 persist 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 small-scale hearing watching my cunt get wetter and wetter.

As Jon told me to get down of the mesa he told Bridie to get on it. She looked surprised and hesitated for a few secondment 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 cunt, 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 dress. Jon bought us each a dress that there is nowhere populace in England that we could jade them. They are just way too vapourous, and there's no way that Jon would let us bust anything underneath. We did get a chance to wear them on one of the evenings that we were there.

We had to wear the clit clamp and me the nipple clinch for the rest period of that day. I've previously said that I didn't get any sexual pleasure 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 next to me in the shops could smell my pussy juice, I know that Bridie could.

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

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