Introduction

Hi, my epithet is genus Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA & ndash ; 24 & ndash ; 35 95-pound figure with blondish pilus. In 1998 I quit my boring existence in a minuscule townspeople in North Wales and went to go as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East Midlands of England. It was a brave determination to make as I’d applied for the job after seeing the job ad in a BDSM magazine that someone had left in the hairdresser where I worked. I didn’t really have it away what I was letting myself in for, but I really did need to do something because my life story was so drab and boring. Even the interview for the job was improbable, but I was so desperate to transfer 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 site that it is published on.

If you care to study my journal you will get wind that my relationship with Jon is rather different to that of most employee and employer, but I have easily come to realise that I have a aliveness that just could not be more satisfying or pleasurable. I love my life and all the lilliputian adventure that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a little bit of whisker that grows on my leg, I have no body tomentum below my neck. It’s all been removed with electrolysis. I’m slim with small ( ish ), saucy breasts that have minuscule aura and giant pap. When they’re heavy Jon says they’re like chapel service hat pegs. I have a decent firm, flavourless belly with a pubic bone that does vex out a bit. In my pussy lips I have 2 little gold rings that Jon put in me. My clit is very salient and is usually sticking out between my lips. It’s about an column inch long with a fiddling round foreland. Jon sometimes calls it my little dick. I don’t own any bras, knickers, trousers, leggings or trunks ; and 90 % of my skirts and clothes 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 corking thrill from letting former masses see my body.

I hope that’s enough to satisfy the people who asked. If it isn’t, perhaps they would like to email me with specific questions.

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

Both Jon and I have been scouring the Internet looking for theme for footling dangerous undertaking or incidents that we could invent to consume some fun. We’ve found one or two chronicle that appear to be slightly rewritten copies of some of the school text in my daybook, 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 Journal. At first I was a bit pestered about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that somebody thought our escapade were good enough to copy. I’ve started thinking that way as well.

Vanessa’s 2003 summer vacation

Hi, it seems quite a long fourth dimension 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 exciting ‘ outcome’that took space.

It all started on the evening of Friday 15th August. First of all Jon arrived dwelling from work 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 south of Jacques Anatole Francois Thibault and Spain for couple of weeks. There’s nothing new in me being the live on to know about holidays, in fact I like the sudden surprise of being in ‘ pattern’mode one hour, then being on the way to the sun side by side. It seems more exciting.

That evening we loaded up the car and Jon went through the clothes and former 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 warning signal went off at 3 in the dayspring and I went for a shower. I went to get breakfast ready 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 bother me, but Bridie was a slight apprehensive as she hasn’t had often experience of been naked in a moving car.

On the movement down to Dover we had a great clip catching up on all the happenings since we last saw Bridie. She’s still having job finding the decent man. She rarely has problems getting the for the first time few escort, but as soon as they want to get more serious they all start expecting her to start wearing underwear and longer skirts. Jon told her that the next meter she meets a man that she really fantasy, to bring him round to our menage. Jon said that he’d spill the beans some sense into the man.

Anyway, after a none eventful ride we stopped just outside Dover for a stretch and for Bridie and me to put a dress on. It still amazes me the way motorist drive daily round in their own little man not noticing what’s going on in the former cars on the roads. It’s as if they get burrow visual sense when they get into a car and only see what’s directly in front of them.

After a none eventful Channel hybridization we stopped at a big Carrefour supermarket in Calais to fill up with cheap Rudolf Diesel ( 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 hanker draw south.

The first really bewilder events were the freeway price pay John Wilkes Booth. Being a British people fomite its decent hand drive which meant that it was whoever was in the forepart passenger hindquarters had to pay the tolls. Not practically of a problem when Jon was in that seat, although at least one cost accumulator noticed a naked female driver, the real fun was when Bridie or I were in that seat.

At one stop in an River Aire just south of Paris Jon decided that it was time that I was restrained into the back tail end. Bridie spent about 10 minutes roping my articulatio talocruralis to the front end headrests and my wrist to the back seat-belt anchor points. Just to finish-off the job a vibe was placed where it belongs and I had to pass 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 low time that the support seat of that 4x4 got wet with my pussy juices.

You should have seen the grimace of the toll accumulator when Bridie drew aid to herself and then pointed to me enough sentence so that the toll collector looked into the back hind end. It didn’t avail that Jon wound down the binding window and went at snail speed until I was out of sight.

It was honorable to get over the Pyrenees and down into that really warm climate. It just makes me palpate so thoroughly & ndash ; a unlike trade good to the one I’ve just described above. Not that the Midland on England has been that bad ( for a modification ) these final couple of months. I’ve spent a few days improving my all-over tan when Jon left me restrained to the scaffolding frame with only a application of sun tan lotion to cover my modestness ( ha ).

Anyway, the 1st camping area was about 100 Swedish mile south of Barcelona. It was quite crowded and the pitches were quite small. We gave one or two men a bit of a boot 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 former thing about the showers was that I have these towels that when I wrap them polish up me they don’t quite sports meeting. They leave a strip of bare flesh all the way up to the little fasteners 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 pussy. The fragile turn or even when I walk shows my bum and pussy. Great when I’m being followed. Bridie doesn’t have that trouble, unless she rolls the top over a bit.

The interesting ‘ event’that took plaza 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 system’s edge looking for somewhere to put our towels down Jon suddenly stopped us and said that he had an melodic theme. 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 quicken it using a 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 pussy was fully visible to them. I saw ( and heard ) one of them let his couple know that I was on presentation. Next I turned to face 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 smashing scene.

For the following 30 minutes I slowly worked myself up thinking about them. Every moment or so I’d bet over to them or venture to scratch an itch 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 varsity letter. She said, ‘ Hi’to me then smiled at the group of men. next she peeled her dress off and stood with her fundament either position of my header facing the men. Next she squatted down so that her twat was just a few inches from my human face. I couldn’t resist it ; I lifted my headway and gave her short 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 ‘ collapsible shelter’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 busbar. Phew was it hot in Barcelona, one of those big digital temperature / prison term displays said that it was 39 centigrade. We got off the train at Catalunya Square. The station is underneath the lame 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 lots of policemen walking about.

We went into the big apartment store ( can’t remember the name ) but it has lots of escalators. We left Jon outside and made indisputable that piles 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 dependable sandwich, ‘ Fresh and Ready’”.

The next ‘ outcome’was when we moved up the seacoast a bit and Jon took us to linguistic universal Mediterranean - Port Aventure. Jon told me to wear one of my hangman's rope tops that isn’t quit long enough to cover the bottom of my breasts. As well as that I wore one of my two-piece cover-up skirts ( without the bikini fundament ), that doesn’t quite sports meeting at the side. Anyone who looks can assure that I’ve cypher on underneath. Saint Bridget wore a small tube top and a span of shorts that I made for her a while back. They’re made out of one piece of sparse, ovalbumin 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 backrest you can just see the top of the crack 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 to see some of her pubic hair & ndash ; if she had any.

Our legal brief attire didn’t calculate out of piazza as there were lots of girls in two-piece there. Well we didn’t look out of place until we’d been on any of the water rides. There are a distich of them that get you rather wet. When we got off them both readiness of nipples and embrown round round them were clearly visible and the chap of Bridie’s pussy looked great. My wet little skirt tended to taunt up at the nominal head as I walked along. At one full stop Jon had to stop me and pull it down because there were some young Kyd coming towards us.

Later on during the day Jon told us to go to the toilets and swap tail end. I laced the short up tight and you could see my clit pushing the slenderize Lycra out. I’ve described what they don’t cover version of Bridie’s, and I’m a bit larger that her so you can imagine me what I was showing.



At Port Aventure there is a water park called Costa caribe, Jon took us there the next day. We didn’t stay long, too many Thomas Kyd, but we did have some fun on the water slide. I made sure that my side tie micro bikini wasn’t fastened squarely and as a lay back on the big safety doughnut my snatch was clearly visible to the parks assistants who helped you at the start and where you came to a halt and someone had to bear on you to get you going again.



The next camping area had big hedging round each piddling pitch. We pitched the collapsible shelter and parked the car at the front leaving a big enclosed blank behind. Jon told us that that we would call for that distance later, but didn’t say what for. After a unlax succeeding 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 road.

After I’d cleaned-up after the evening repast Jon got a box out of the 4x4 and we went behind the collapsible shelter. There I had to take my bikini top and little net chick off leaving me raw. Jon ( with Bridie’s help ) then tied my articulatio radiocarpea and ankle to the 2 trees. My feet were stretched as far apart as they will go without me falling over ( not that I could ). future Jon fastened a ball-gag in station saying that he didn’t want my belly laugh and moan 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 give 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 following span of hours I was left there totally au naturel, with a backside that was burning, and a pussy that was aching for attention. The other thing was that the mosquitoes seemed to believe that I was their evening meal. I got dozens of morsel but couldn’t scrub 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 site was ‘ open-plan’. It only had corner marker for each of the pitch. We were between a Dutch elderly couplet and 2 French people men with 3 French women ( all in one tent ). The Dutch duo stayed by their tent for virtually of the day and the woman was topless all the time & ndash ; just like us. No big bargain, but her titty were very firm, I just hope that mine are still that house when I get to her age.

The only none gay day that we had was while we were on that situation. We spent to the highest degree of the time in the tent have a mini-orgy. A match of fourth dimension Jon sent me outside to check on the tent guy cable & ndash ; in the nude. One time the French citizenry were just returning from somewhere and I went out right at the improper ( no right ) instant. 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 cheery again and Jon sent Bridie and me for a manner of walking along the long beach. The local potency have been upright 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. At the showers we had to take our bird and big top off ( leaving us defenseless ), shower bath, and then put our bikinis on. At the next exhibitor we had to remove the bikini off, exhibitor then put our tops and skirts on. It took near of the day, but we got some great attention.

That evening when Bridie was getting the eve 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 trivial cover-up annulus. Jon was doing the usual when I sit on his lap & ndash ; fucking me. The 3 of us were engrossed in conversation and didn’t see the Dutch woman come to spill to us. I’m still not sure what she was talking about even though her English was ripe. It was a good job that Bridie and Jon could concentrate on the conversation. I can still see that knowing grin 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 full solar day, two part 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 base eventide she was so loose. We talked about how ‘ rude’it felt, there was nothing sexual about just being naked there, except when Jon started invading our bodies, or we saw person else indulging in some sexual fun.

The most memorable event there was going shopping and finding a boutique that sold the sexiest article of clothing I have ever seen. Jon spotted these nipple clamp and clit clamps. Needless to say that he bought some, but not before he got the cleaning lady gross revenue 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 nipples weren’t all that big until the first clinch touched me and squeezed my nipple forward. By the time the second one was in lieu my pussy was getting well lubricated.

The woman told me to sit up on the table and angle back on my cubitus, right there in the eye of the workshop. We were the only customers in there to get off with, but it wasn’t long before we had an audience both extraneous and inside the shop.

The clitoris clinch is like an odd shaped hair-grip, but a log stronger. The opened end of it has 2 little closed chain to make it easier to treat, but they are situation so that the fitter’s digit are mightily over your hole. As the fair sex was putting it on one of her fingerbreadth went inside me for a second.

After it was fitted, Jon told me to detain like I was whilst he discussed the merits of the device. It hurt a bit, but it wasn’t long before that painful sensation turned into pleasure and I could ingest easily stayed there watching the modest hearing watching my twat get wetter and wetter.

As Jon told me to get down of the table he told Bridie to get on it. She looked storm and hesitated for a few seconds 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 possess 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 world in England that we could wear off them. They are just way too gauze-like, and there’s no way that Jon would let us outwear anything underneath. We did get a luck to wear them on one of the even that we were there.

We had to tire the clit clamps and me the tit clinch for the rest of that day. I’ve previously said that I didn’t get any intimate pleasance 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 adjacent to me in the shops could smell out my kitty succus, 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.

V