Introduction

Hi, my name is genus Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound soma with blondish tomentum. In 1998 I quit my ho-hum existence in a picayune town in North Wales and went to work as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the eastward midland of England. It was a brave decision to hit as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job ad in a BDSM cartridge holder that mortal had left in the stylist where I worked. I didn't really have intercourse what I was letting myself in for, but I really did ask 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 change 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 publish a journal of my new life story, 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 recognize that I have a life that just could not be more satisfying or pleasurable. I love my life and all the short escapade that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a fiddling bit of tomentum that grows on my legs, I have no soundbox hairsbreadth below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with low ( ish ), pert knocker that have small aureoles and behemoth nipples. When they're severe Jon says they're like chapel service hat rowlock. I have a nice business firm, flat stomach with a pubic bone that does stick out a bit. In my pussy brim I have 2 small gold rings that Jon put in me. My clit is very spectacular and is usually sticking out between my brim. It's about an in long with a little fill out heading. Jon sometimes calls it my fiddling dick. I don't own any bandeau, knickers, trousers, leggings or boxershorts ; and 90 % of my annulus and dress can be described as miniskirt or micro. I used to be a very shy girl, but I've now gone completely the former way, and get a enceinte thrill from letting other hoi polloi see my body.

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

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

Both Jon and I have been scouring the cyberspace looking for idea for little adventures or incidents that we could manufacture to give birth some fun. We've found one or two level that appear to be slightly rewritten copies of some of the text 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 daybook. At get-go I was a bit annoyed about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that someone thought our escapade were good enough to re-create. I've started thinking that way as well.

Vanessa's 2003 Summer Vacation

Hi, it seems quite a retentive clip 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 write about some of the exciting ‘ upshot'that took seat.

It all started on the evening of Fri 15th August. First of all Jon arrived home from oeuvre in a big 4x4. He said that he'd borrowed it for a while. Nothing more was said until a yoke of hour later Bridie arrived with a suitcase in her hand. It was then that Jon told me that we were going camping in the south of France and Espana for twosome of week. There's goose egg new in me being the go to know about holidays, in fact I like the sudden surprise of being in ‘ normal'mood one second, 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 wearing apparel and other things that Bridie and I wanted to choose. 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 and I went for a shower. I went to get breakfast quick leaving Bridie bouncing up and down on Jon. Because it was so early 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 little worried as she hasn't had lots experience of been naked in a moving car.

On the drive down to Dover we had a great clip catching up on all the happenings since we hold out saw Bridie. She's still having job finding the aright man. She rarely has job getting the first few appointment, but as soon as they want to get more unplayful they all start expecting her to start wearing underclothes and tenacious annulus. Jon told her that the adjacent metre she meets a man that she really fancies, to bring him round to our household. Jon said that he'd talk some sense into the man.

Anyway, after a none consequential campaign we stopped just alfresco Dover for a stretch and for Bridie and me to put a dress on. It still amazes me the way automobilist drive bout in their own little world not noticing what's going on in the former cars on the roads. It's as if they get burrow vision when they get into a car and only see what's directly in battlefront of them.

After a none consequential Channel crossing we stopped at a big Carrefour supermarket in Calais to make full up with chintzy 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 longsighted haul south.

The outset really amazing events were the Motorway Toll pay booths. Being a British vehicle its right handwriting thrust which meant that it was whoever was in the movement passenger seat had to pay the cost. Not much of a problem when Jon was in that nates, although at to the lowest degree one toll collector noticed a naked female driver, the genuine fun was when Bridie or I were in that seat.

At one stop in an Aire River just south of Paris Jon decided that it was time that I was restrained into the game seat. Bridie spent about 10 bit roping my ankles to the battlefront head restraint and my wrists to the backrest seat-belt backbone points. Just to finish-off the job a vibe was placed where it belongs and I had to drop a couple of hour getting all worked-up and cumming a few times as Bridie kept turning the speed up and down. That was the commencement metre that the back seat of that 4x4 got wet with my cunt juices.

You should bear seen the boldness of the toll collector when Bridie drew tending to herself and then pointed to me enough meter so that the cost accumulator looked into the plump for can. It didn't help that Jon wound down the plunk for window and went at snail focal ratio until I was out of sight.

It was dependable to get over the Pyrenees and down into that really warm clime. It just makes me palpate so good - a different goodness to the one I've just described above. Not that the midlands on England has been that bad ( for a change ) these finish yoke of months. I've spent a few days improving my all-over tan when Jon left me restrained to the staging systema skeletale with only a 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 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 former thing was that Jon told us we had to use the men's showers every day, and not to mesh the doors. We gave a few men a pleasant surprisal. The former thing about the showers was that I have these towels that when I wrap them round me they don't quite meet. They leave a strip of bare flesh all the way up to the little fasteners that stop them from falling off. Another affair is that they are not very long. When I fasten them just above my slight breast they just come down to the top of my slit. 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 interest ‘ upshot'that took place around that clip was when we went to a nudist beach. It was quite crowded when we got there and as we walked alone the H2O's edge 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 Hellenic language island with some of his mate. He told us that he wanted Bridie and me to embolden it using a radical 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 close to their heads. As I lay my towel down I bent over so that my pussy was fully seeable to them. I saw ( and heard ) one of them let his married person know that I was on display. Next I turned to face up 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 bang-up thought.

For the next 30 minute of arc I slowly worked myself up thinking about them. Every bit or so I'd look over to them or pretend to strike an itch that slowly go closer and closer to the inside of my pussy. By the fourth dimension that Bridie arrived I was actually scratching my clit and putting a fingerbreadth inside.

When Bridie arrived she followed Jon's instructions to the alphabetic character. She said, ‘ Hi'to me then smiled at the grouping of men. Next she peeled her dress off and stood with her feet either face of my straits facing the men. Next she squatted down so that her kitty-cat was just a few column inch from my brass. I couldn't resist it ; I lifted my head and gave her little button a agile flick with my spit. Bridie stood up a said quite loudly,"later lover ”. You should feature 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 days and went on the tourer omnibus. 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 cartoon strip of gage that people laid out on. We gave a few men a pleasant view but had to be heedful, as there were flock of policeman walking about.

We went into the big flat fund ( can't commemorate the name ) but it has muckle of escalators. We left Jon outside and made trusted 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 store called ‘ Fresh and Ready ’. When Bridie asked Jon what he was laughing about he said,"A good snatch 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 wine Aventure. Jon told me to break one of my hemp tops that isn't quit long enough to cover the bottom of my tit. As well as that I wore one of my two-piece cover-up skirt ( without the two-piece bottoms ), that doesn't quite meet at the side. Anyone who looks can severalize that I've nothing on underneath. Bride wore a modest tube top and a pair of shorts that I made for her a spell back. They're made out of one piece of sparse, white Lycra, no seams or lining. The sides are lace-up ( about a 2 inch gap ) and the duration of them is such that at the backrest you can just see the top of the fracture of Bridie 's ass, and you can see the bottom of the cheeks of her ass as well. At the front man 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 billet as there were lots of miss in bikinis there. Well we didn't look out of place until we'd been on any of the water rides. There are a duo of them that get you rather wet. When we got off them both sets of nipples and brown forget me drug round them were clearly visible and the snap of Bridie's kitty-cat looked great. My wet short wench tended to ride up at the front as I walked along. At one compass point Jon had to stop me and get out it down because there were some Pres Young small fry coming towards us.

Later on during the day Jon told us to go to the toilets and trade bottoms. I laced the shorts up tight and you could see my clit pushing the slender Lycra out. I've described what they don't concealment of Bridie's, and I'm a bit with child that her so you can reckon me what I was showing.



At embrasure Aventure there is a H2O park called costa piranha, Jon took us there the next day. We didn't stay long, too many kids, but we did have some fun on the water slides. I made sure that my side tie micro Bikini wasn't fastened squarely and as a lay back on the big rubber gang my pussy was clearly visible to the parks helper who helped you at the outset and where you came to a stop and someone had to push you to get you going again.



The adjacent encampment had big hedge round each petty pitch. We pitched the tent and parked the car at the front leaving a big enclosed space behind. Jon told us that that we would need 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 couple of mistakes navigating us labialize the Paris 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 take my Bikini top and petty net skirt off leaving me naked. Jon ( with Bridie's help ) then tied my wrists and ankles to the 2 trees. My animal foot 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 howler and groan disturbing the neighbor, some of who were only a few groundwork from us.

Jon then went to the car and got a cane out. He then proceeded to contribute 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 side by side couple of 60 minutes I was left there totally au naturel, with a can that was burning, and a twat that was aching for attention. The other thing was that the mosquitoes seemed to cogitate that I was their evening meal. I got stacks of bites but couldn't kale 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 ache in my pussy.

Another one of the camping ground was ‘ open-plan ’. It only had street corner markers for each of the pitches. We were between a Dutch elderly duet and 2 French men with 3 French women ( all in one collapsible shelter ). The Dutch couple stayed by their collapsible shelter for most of the day and the woman was topless all the time - just like us. No big deal, but her titty were very firm, I just hope that mine are still that business firm when I get to her age.

The sole none sunny day that we had was while we were on that site. We spent most of the clip in the tent have a mini-orgy. A duet of clock time Jon sent me outside to train on the collapsible shelter guy rope - in the nude painting. One prison term the Gallic people were just returning from somewhere and I went out right at the wrong ( no right ) second. 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 next day was sunny again and Jon sent Bridie and me for a walk along the long beach. The local authorization have been practiced and put a shower 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 take the air along the water's edge then up the beach to each of the exhibitor in turn of events. At the showers we had to take our chick and tops off ( leaving us defenseless ), shower, and then put our bikinis on. At the adjacent shower we had to aim the bikinis off, shower then put our cover and skirt on. It took most of the day, but we got some great attention.

That evening when Bridie was getting the evening meal quick I was sat on Jon's lap while we were drinking some wine-coloured. I was only wearing a minute bikini top and a fiddling cover-up wench. 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 add up to talk to us. I'm still not sure what she was talking about even though her English was good. It was a adept 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 Kingdom of Spain, Jon took us to Cap d'Agde for 3 nights. We stayed in one of the apartments. Two broad days, two division days and 3 nights wearing nix, going everywhere, and doing everything naked. Fantastic. Bridie had never been there before and she was amazed. By the foremost evening she was so relax. We talked about how ‘ innate'it felt, there was zilch sexual about just being naked there, except when Jon started invading our physical structure, 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 aphrodisiacal wearable I have ever seen. Jon spotted these teat clamp and clit clamps. Needless to say that he bought some, but not before he got the woman sale supporter to show 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 nipple weren't all that big until the get-go clinch touched me and squeezed my teat forward. By the time the second one was in place my pussycat was getting well lubricated.

The adult female told me to sit up on the board and thin back on my elbows, right there in the middle of the shop. We were the exclusively client in there to startle 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 overt end of it has 2 piddling doughnut to pee-pee it leisurely to handle, but they are positions so that the fitter's fingerbreadth are mighty 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 virtue of the gimmick. It hurt a bit, but it wasn't long before that pain turned into pleasure and I could bear easily stayed there watching the small consultation watching my pussy get 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 seconds before jumping up and opening her peg. Jon picked up another clit clinch and started to fit it to her. She gasped as Jon played about with her pussy, pretending to have hassle 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 pressure sensation on Bridie really did gasp.

Eventually Bridie got off the board 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 wear them. They are just way too transparent, and there's no way that Jon would let us wear anything underneath. We did get a chance to get into them on one of the evenings that we were there.

We had to wear the clit clamp 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 clamp doing their job there was no way that I wasn't thinking about sex. I'm sure that the people stood succeeding to me in the shops could smell out my slit juice, I know that Bridie could.

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

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