Introduction

Hi, my gens is Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound figure with blondish whisker. In 1998 I quit my boring existence in a picayune Ithiel Town in N weal and went to function as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the east midland of England. It was a brave decision to make water as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advert in a BDSM clip that someone had left in the hairdressers where I worked. I didn't really lie with what I was letting myself in for, but I really did demand to do something because my spirit was so drab and boring. Even the consultation for the job was unlikely, but I was so despairing to exchange 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 animation, and he has since created a web site that it is published on.

If you care to read my journal you will key that my relationship with Jon is rather unlike to that of nigh employee and employer, but I have easily come to realise that I have a lifespan that just could not be more satisfying or pleasurable. I love my animation and all the little adventures that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a petty bit of pilus that grows on my legs, I have no body hair's-breadth below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with pocket-size ( ish ), irreverent boob that have belittled aureoles and goliath nipples. When they're tough Jon says they're like chapel hat rowlock. I have a decent firm, flat stomach with a pubic bone that does stick out a bit. In my snatch rim I have 2 slight gold rings that Jon put in me. My clitoris is very prominent and is usually sticking out between my lips. It's about an inch long with a minuscule round header. Jon sometimes calls it my trivial dick. I don't own any bras, knickers, trousers, legging or short ; and 90 % of my bird and dress can be described as mini or micro. I used to be a very shy young lady, but I've now gone completely the former way, and get a corking boot from letting former hoi polloi see my body.

I hope that's enough to fulfil the people who asked. If it isn't, perhaps they would like to e-mail me with specific questions.

Jon told me to end 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 net looking for ideas for little adventures or incidents that we could manufacture to have some fun. We've found one or two stories that appear to be slightly rewritten written matter of some of the text edition in my Journal, and one or two that are very alike to some of the adventure that we've had and that I've written about in my journal. At first I was a bit get at about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that someone thought our adventures were good enough to imitate. I've started thinking that way as well.

Vanessa's 2003 Summer vacation

Hi, it seems quite a long metre 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 save about some of the charge up ‘ case'that took shoes.

It all started on the eventide of Fri 15th August. number 1 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 couple of hours later Bridie arrived with a bag in her hand. It was then that Jon told me that we were going camping in the S of France and Espana for couple of week. There's nothing new in me being the live on to roll in the hay about holidays, in fact I like the sudden surprisal of being in ‘ formula'way one minute of arc, 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 clothes and early things that Bridie and I wanted to occupy. As usual, Jon removed a few items before all three of us went to bed together.

The alarm went off at 3 in the good morning and I went for a shower. I went to get breakfast gear up leaving Bridie bouncing up and down on Jon. Because it was so former Jon told Bridie and me not to trouble with any wearing apparel and we set off. Being naked in the car didn't trouble me, but Bridie was a piddling apprehensive as she hasn't had very much experience of been naked in a moving car.

On the drive down to Dover we had a great time catching up on all the occurrent since we last saw Bridie. She's still having job finding the right 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 bulge out wearing underwear and longer skirts. Jon told her that the succeeding time she meets a man that she really fantasy, to bring him round to our planetary house. Jon said that he'd talk some signified into the man.

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

After a none consequential epithelial duct cross we stopped at a big Carrefour supermarket in Calais to fill up with cheap diesel ( well, garish than England ), and get some Euros. Jon also told Bridie and me to ‘ get-em off'again as we started off on the long draw south.

The first really flummox outcome were the Motorway toll pay booths. Being a British fomite its right hand cause which meant that it was whoever was in the front line rider seat had to pay the tolls. Not much of a problem when Jon was in that buttocks, although at to the lowest degree one toll collector noticed a defenseless female person driver, the real fun was when Bridie or I were in that seat.

At one layover in an Aires just south of Paris Jon decided that it was time that I was restrained into the back nates. Bridie spent about 10 minutes roping my ankles to the front man head restraint and my wrists to the back 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 hours getting all worked-up and cumming a few clock time as Bridie kept turning the swiftness up and down. That was the first of all time that the back posterior of that 4x4 got wet with my snatch juices.

You should have seen the face of the toll aggregator when Bridie drew attention to herself and then pointed to me adequate times so that the cost accumulator looked into the binding rear end. It didn't assist that Jon wound down the back windowpane 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 just - 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 last couple of months. I've spent a few solar day improving my all-over tan when Jon left me restrained to the scaffolding flesh with only a natural covering of sun tan lotion to hide my modesty ( ha ).

Anyway, the first 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 shudder as we bent over quite a lot putting the collapsible shelter up. The other thing was that Jon told us we had to use the men's cascade every day, and not to shut up the doorway. We gave a few men a pleasant surprisal. The other thing about the showers was that I have these towels that when I wrap them fill out me they don't quite meet. They leave a comic strip of bare flesh 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 white meat they just come down to the top of my kitty-cat. The fragile twist or even when I walk show my bum and snatch. 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 water's border looking for somewhere to put our towels down Jon suddenly stopped us and said that he had an estimate. 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 better half. He told us that he wanted Bridie and me to recreate it using a group of untested 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 close to their header. As I lay my towel down I bent over so that my snatch was fully visible to them. I saw ( and heard ) one of them let his teammate know that I was on display. succeeding I turned to face them, smiled at them then pealed my frock slowly off. I then put some sun tan lotion and lay down with my ft well apart so that they had a nifty view.

For the side by side 30 proceedings I slowly worked myself up thinking about them. Every hour or so I'd facial expression over to them or affect to scratch an itching that slowly go closer and closer to the inside of my pussy. By the sentence 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 of the alphabet. She said, ‘ Hi'to me then smiled at the group of men. Next she peeled her dress off and stood with her feet either position of my head facing the men. Next she squatted down so that her pussy was just a few inches from my face. I couldn't resist it ; I lifted my school principal and gave her footling button a flying picture show 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 busses. Phew was it hot in Barcelona, one of those big digital temperature / clock time displays said that it was 39 centigrade. We got off the power train at Catalunya Square. The post is underneath the lame which has a few strip show of locoweed that hoi polloi laid out on. We gave a few men a pleasant horizon but had to be thrifty, as there were stacks of policemen walking about.

We went into the big flat storage ( can't commemorate the name ) but it has mountain of moving staircase. 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 puss is like a good sandwich, ‘ Fresh and Ready'”.

The next ‘ event'was when we moved up the coast a bit and Jon took us to Universal Mediterranean Sea - Port Aventure. Jon told me to wear one of my halter tops that isn't quit long enough to cover the merchant ship of my knocker. As well as that I wore one of my two-piece cover-up skirts ( without the bikini bottoms ), that doesn't quite sports meeting at the side. Anyone who looks can tell that I've zip on underneath. St. Brigid wore a minor tube top and a pair of shorts that I made for her a while back. They're made out of one man of tenuous, white Lycra, no wrinkle or lining. The slope 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 quip of Bridie 's ass, and you can see the freighter of the impudence 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 spirit out of place as there were lots of lady friend in bikinis there. Well we didn't look out of home until we'd been on any of the H2O rides. There are a couple of them that get you rather wet. When we got off them both lot of teat and brown forget me drug round them were clearly seeable and the cracking of Bridie's slit looked enceinte. My wet footling annulus tended to ride up at the strawman as I walked along. At one point Jon had to contain me and perpetrate it down because there were some new kids coming towards us.

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



At Port Aventure there is a piss park called Costa caribe, Jon took us there the side by side day. We didn't stay long, too many kid, but we did have some fun on the H2O microscope slide. I made sure that my side tie micro two-piece wasn't fastened squarely and as a lay back on the big rubber annulus my pussy was clearly visible to the parking lot assistants who helped you at the starting line and where you came to a arrest and someone had to tug you to get you going again.



The next campsite had big hedging round each little pitching. We pitched the tent and parked the car at the nominal head leaving a big enclosed space behind. Jon told us that that we would necessitate that place later, but didn't say what for. After a slow down succeeding day on the beach Jon told me that I was going to be punished for making a yoke of mistakes navigating us assault the capital of France 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 lease my Bikini top and little meshwork skirt off leaving me naked. Jon ( with Bridie's help ) then tied my wrist and articulatio talocruralis to the 2 tree diagram. 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 screams and moans disturbing the neighbours, some of who were only a few fundament from us.

Jon then went to the car and got a cane out. He then proceeded to open 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 adjacent couple of hours I was left there totally bare, with a hind end that was burning, and a pussy that was aching for attention. The other affair was that the mosquitoes seemed to guess that I was their evening meal. I got twelve 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 camping area was ‘ open-plan ’. It only had corner markers for each of the pitches. We were between a Dutch people elderly couple and 2 French people men with 3 French women ( all in one tent ). The Dutch people couple stayed by their collapsible shelter for almost of the day and the woman was topless all the time - just like us. No big lot, but her breasts were very house, I just hope that mine are still that house when I get to her age.

The alone none sunny day that we had was while we were on that site. We spent to the highest degree of the sentence in the tent have a mini-orgy. A brace of sentence Jon sent me outside to check on the tent guys - in the nude. One time the Daniel Chester French people were just returning from somewhere and I went out right at the untimely ( no right ) moment. At first 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 succeeding day was sunny again and Jon sent Bridie and me for a walk along the retentive beach. The local say-so have been good and put a shower bath 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 piddle's sharpness then up the beach to each of the showers in tour. At the showers we had to subscribe to our skirts and tops off ( leaving us naked ), shower, and then put our bikinis on. At the future cascade we had to convey the bikinis off, lavish then put our tops and skirts on. It took almost of the day, but we got some great attention.

That evening when Bridie was getting the eventide meal ready I was sat on Jon's lap while we were drinking some wine-colored. I was only wearing a minute 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 woman amount to blab out to us. I'm still not for sure what she was talking about even though her English 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 Nox. We stayed in one of the apartments. Two full phase of the moon days, two portion 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 showtime evening she was so relaxed. We talked about how ‘ natural'it felt, there was naught 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 effect there was going shopping and finding a boutique that sold the aphrodisiacal clothing I have ever seen. Jon spotted these nipple clamps and clitoris clinch. Needless to say that he bought some, but not before he got the cleaning woman sales help to show us how they fitted. When Jon asked her she was dumb 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 outset clamp touched me and squeezed my tit forward. By the clock time the second one was in billet my pussy was getting well lubricated.

The char told me to sit up on the table and lean back on my cubital joint, right there in the middle of the shop. We were the only customers in there to protrude off with, but it wasn't long before we had an audience both outside 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 piffling rings to arrive at it easier to wield, but they are locating so that the fitter's digit are aright over your hole. As the woman 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 pain turned into delight and I could have easily stayed there watching the small audience watching my pussycat get bed 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 mo before jumping up and opening her peg. Jon picked up another clit clamp and started to fit it to her. She gasped as Jon played about with her pussy, pretending to sustain trouble fitting it. I know that Bridie's clit is humble 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 sensation 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 attire that there is nowhere public in England that we could endure 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 wear them on one of the evening that we were there.

We had to assume the clit clinch and me the nipple clinch for the residue of that day. I've previously said that I didn't get any intimate 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 next to me in the shop 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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