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Hi, my name is Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound chassis with blondish hair. In 1998 I quit my drilling existence in a footling town in North wale and went to work as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East midland of England. It was a weather decision to spend a penny as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advert in a BDSM magazine that someone had left in the hairdressers where I worked. I didn't really know what I was letting myself in for, but I really did need to do something because my life sentence was so drab and boring. Even the interview for the job was unbelievable, but I was so dire 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 diary of my new aliveness, and he has since created a web situation that it is published on.

If you care to take my journal you will give away 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 life story that just could not be more satisfying or enjoyable. I love my liveliness and all the little escapade that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a fiddling bit of hair's-breadth that grows on my legs, I have no physical structure hairsbreadth below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with minor ( ish ), pert tit that have diminished aureoles and giant nipples. When they're heavy Jon says they're like chapel hat pegs. I have a nice house, flat stomach with a pubic off-white that does stick out a bit. In my pussy lips I have 2 little gold rings that Jon put in me. My clit is very prominent and is usually sticking out between my backtalk. It's about an inch long with a fiddling snipe head. Jon sometimes calls it my little dick. I don't own any bras, breeches, pant, legging or trunks ; and 90 % of my wench and dresses 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 outstanding rush from letting early people see my body.

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

Jon told me to quit writing my Journal in the summer of 1999, but has recently asked me to document, some of the more concern experiences that we have had since then.

Both Jon and I have been scouring the Internet looking for ideas for piffling adventures or incidents that we could fabricate to give birth some fun. We've found one or two level that appear to be slightly rewritten written matter of some of the text in my Journal, and one or two that are very alike to some of the escapade that we've had and that I've written about in my daybook. At commencement I was a bit rile about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that someone thought our adventures were good enough to copy. I've started thinking that way as well.

Vanessa's 2003 summertime vacation

Hi, it seems quite a long time since I wrote about any of our adventures. 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 ‘ events'that took place.

It all started on the evening of Friday 15th August. showtime of all Jon arrived place from employment 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 suitcase in her hand. It was then that Jon told me that we were going camping in the Confederacy of France and Spain for couple of hebdomad. There's nada new in me being the last to get it on about holiday, in fact I like the sudden surprise of being in ‘ normal'mode one minute, then being on the way to the sun next. It seems more exciting.

That evening we loaded up the car and Jon went through the clothes and early matter that Bridie and I wanted to assume. As usual, 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 exhibitor. I went to get breakfast cook leaving Bridie bouncing up and down on Jon. Because it was so betimes Jon told Bridie and me not to bother with any clothes and we set off. Being naked in the car didn't annoyance me, but Bridie was a minuscule apprehensive as she hasn't had a great deal experience of been naked in a moving car.

On the campaign down to Dover we had a great clip catching up on all the natural event since we last saw Bridie. She's still having problems finding the the right way man. She rarely has trouble getting the showtime few engagement, but as soon as they want to get more grievous they all start expecting her to start wearing underwear and longer skirts. Jon told her that the side by side clip she meets a man that she really phantasy, to bring him round to our house. Jon said that he'd lecture some sensory faculty into the man.

Anyway, after a none eventful drive we stopped just remote capital of Delaware for a stretch and for Bridie and me to put a dress on. It still amazes me the way motorist drive rung in their own piffling world not noticing what's going on in the other cars on the road. It's as if they get tunnel visual modality when they get into a car and only see what's directly in front line of them.

After a none eventful Channel crossing we stopped at a big Carrefour supermarket in Calais to fill up with bum diesel engine ( well, flashy 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 amazing upshot were the motorway bell pay booth. Being a British fomite its right field hand driving force which meant that it was whoever was in the nominal head passenger buns had to pay the tolls. Not a good deal of a problem when Jon was in that seat, although at least one toll collector noticed a naked female driver, the material fun was when Bridie or I were in that seat.

At one occlusion in an Aire River just south of City of Light Jon decided that it was clock time that I was restrained into the back seat. Bridie spent about 10 minutes roping my ankles to the front head restraint and my wrist joint to the backbone seat-belt anchorperson points. 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 times as Bridie kept turning the velocity up and down. That was the firstly time that the bet on rump of that 4x4 got wet with my pussy juices.

You should suffer seen the boldness of the cost aggregator when Bridie drew attention to herself and then pointed to me sufficiency multiplication so that the toll collector looked into the gage tooshie. It didn't assistant 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 finger so ripe - 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 stopping point couple of months. I've spent a few days improving my all-over tan when Jon left me restrained to the scaffolding human body with only a covering of sun tan lotion to hide my modesty ( ha ).

Anyway, the first-class honours degree campsite was about 100 international mile 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 collapsible shelter up. The other matter was that Jon told us we had to use the men's showers every day, and not to lock the room access. We gave a few men a pleasant surprise. The other thing about the exhibitioner was that I have these towels that when I wrap them round me they don't quite meet. They leave a airstrip of bare physique all the way up to the little fastening that stop them from falling off. Another matter is that they are not very long. When I fasten them just above my lilliputian breast they just come down to the top of my pussy. The slightest crease or even when I walk shows my bum and pussy. Great when I'm being followed. Bridie doesn't have that job, unless she rolls the top over a bit.

The interesting ‘ consequence'that took spot around that prison term was when we went to a naturist beach. It was quite crowded when we got there and as we walked alone the water supply's bound 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 chemical group 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 close to their heads. 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 fellow know that I was on display. Next I turned to face them, smiled at them then pealed my clothes slowly off. I then put some sun tan application and lay down with my human foot well apart so that they had a great sight.

For the next 30 minutes I slowly worked myself up thinking about them. Every mo or so I'd look over to them or pretend to grave an itch that slowly go closer and closer to the inside of my pussycat. By the meter that Bridie arrived I was actually scratching my clit and putting a digit 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. adjacent she peeled her dress off and stood with her feet either side of my head facing the men. Next she squatted down so that her pussy was just a few column inch from my facial expression. I couldn't resist it ; I lifted my capitulum and gave her little clit a promptly 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 caravan into Barcelona a couple of day and went on the tourer busbar. 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 gage that people laid out on. We gave a few men a pleasant sentiment but had to be careful, as there were heaps of policeman walking about.

We went into the big apartment store ( can't think the name ) but it has sight of moving staircase. We left Jon outside and made sure that lot 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 honorable sandwich, ‘ Fresh and Ready'”.

The next ‘ event'was when we moved up the coast a bit and Jon took us to Universal Mediterranean - port Aventure. Jon told me to wear one of my halter tops that isn't quit long enough to traverse the bottom of my breasts. As well as that I wore one of my bikini cover-up wench ( without the bikini tooshie ), that doesn't quite meet at the side. Anyone who looks can recite that I've nothing on underneath. St. Bridget wore a small metro top and a couplet of shorts that I made for her a while back. They're made out of one piece of thin, white Lycra, no seams or lining. The side are lace-up ( about a 2 inch gap ) and the distance of them is such that at the back you can just see the top of the offer of Bridie 's ass, and you can see the bottom of the cheeks of her ass as well. At the front they are so low that you would be able-bodied to see some of her pubic hair - if she had any.

Our brief attire didn't look out of place as there were caboodle of lady friend in bikinis there. Well we didn't look out of place until we'd been on any of the body of water rides. There are a mates of them that get you rather wet. When we got off them both hardening of tit and brown circles round them were clearly visible and the gap of Bridie's snatch looked majuscule. My wet little wench tended to ride up at the front as I walked along. At one stop Jon had to stop me and deplume it down because there were some young tyke coming towards us.

Later on during the day Jon told us to go to the can and swap buttocks. I laced the shorts up tight and you could see my button pushing the slim down Lycra out. I've described what they don't cover of Bridie's, and I'm a bit self-aggrandizing that her so you can conceive of me what I was showing.



At Port Aventure there is a water park called rib caribe, Jon took us there the following day. We didn't stay long, too many youngster, but we did consume some fun on the water glide. I made sure that my side tie micro bikini wasn't fastened squarely and as a lay back on the big rubber rings my kitty was clearly visible to the parkland helper who helped you at the starting and where you came to a stop and someone had to crowd you to get you going again.



The adjacent camping ground had big hedges round each little pitch. We pitched the tent and parked the car at the front leaving a big enclosed place behind. Jon told us that that we would need that infinite later, but didn't say what for. After a loose adjacent day on the beach Jon told me that I was going to be punished for making a couple of mistakes navigating us round the Paris ring route.

After I'd cleaned-up after the eve meal Jon got a box out of the 4x4 and we went behind the tent. There I had to assume my Bikini top and slight mesh skirt off leaving me naked. Jon ( with Bridie's help ) then tied my wrists and ankles to the 2 tree. My understructure 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 moan disturbing the neighbor, some of who were only a few human foot from us.

Jon then went to the car and got a cane out. He then proceeded to give me 20 diagonal. 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 twosome of hours I was left there totally naked, with a backside that was burning, and a pussy that was aching for attention. The former affair was that the mosquitoes seemed to think that I was their flush meal. I got twelve of bites but couldn't slit even one.

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

Another one of the encampment was ‘ open-plan ’. It only had street corner markers for each of the pitching. We were between a Dutch senior couple and 2 Daniel Chester French men with 3 Daniel Chester French women ( all in one collapsible shelter ). The Dutch distich stayed by their tent for almost of the day and the woman was topless all the time - just like us. No big quite a little, but her breasts were very firm, I just hope that mine are still that firm when I get to her age.

The only none cheery day that we had was while we were on that website. We spent well-nigh of the time in the collapsible shelter have a mini-orgy. A couple of times Jon sent me outside to check off on the tent guys - in the nude statue. One clip the French hoi polloi were just returning from somewhere and I went out right at the wrong ( no right ) moment. At for the first time 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 sunny again and Jon sent Bridie and me for a walk along the farsighted beach. The local self-assurance have been good 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 water's edge then up the beach to each of the showers in turn of events. At the shower bath we had to subscribe our wench and tops off ( leaving us au naturel ), lavish, and then put our two-piece on. At the next shower we had to read the Bikini off, shower then put our crest and skirts on. It took virtually of the day, but we got some great attention.

That evening when Bridie was getting the even repast prepare I was sat on Jon's lap while we were drinking some wine. I was only wearing a minute Bikini top and a little cover-up bird. 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 come to talk to us. I'm still not certainly what she was talking about even though her English people was good. It was a just 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 match of seconds.

On the way back from Espana, Jon took us to Cap d'Agde for 3 Nox. We stayed in one of the apartment. Two full 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 first evening she was so relaxed. We talked about how ‘ natural'it felt, there was null intimate about just being naked there, except when Jon started invading our physical structure, or we saw individual 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 mammilla clamps and clitoris clinch. acerate leaf to say that he bought some, but not before he got the charwoman sales assistant to show up 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 tit weren't all that big until the world-class clamp touched me and squeezed my nipple forward. By the time the second one was in place my pussy was getting well lubricated.

The woman told me to sit up on the table and tip back on my elbows, right there in the center of the shop. We were the only customers in there to pop out off with, but it wasn't long before we had an consultation both outside and inside the shop.

The clit clinch is like an odd shaped hair-grip, but a log stronger. The spread out end of it has 2 petty anchor ring to realise it wanton to handle, but they are berth so that the fitter's finger are right over your hole. As the woman was putting it on one of her fingerbreadth went inside me for a second.

After it was fitted, Jon told me to stay on 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 sustain easily stayed there watching the pocket-size audience watching my cunt get surfactant 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 seconds before jumping up and opening her legs. Jon picked up another clitoris clamp and started to fit it to her. She gasped as Jon played about with her kitty-cat, pretending to have trouble fitting it. I know that Bridie's clit is littler 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 force per unit area on Bridie really did gasp.

Eventually Bridie got off the tabular array and we started looking at some of the wearing apparel. Jon bought us each a garb that there is nowhere world in England that we could wear them. They are just way too cobwebby, and there's no way that Jon would let us wear upon anything underneath. We did get a chance to jade them on one of the eve that we were there.

We had to wear the button clamps and me the nipple clinch for the rest 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 future to me in the shops could smell my pussy juices, I know that Bridie could.

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

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