Introduction

Hi, my name is Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound figure with blondish hair. In 1998 I quit my boring existence in a little town in North Wales and went to work as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East Midlands of England. It was a brave decision to make 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 was so drab and boring. Even the interview 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 write a Journal of my new life, 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 realise that I have a life that just could not be more satisfying or pleasurable. I love my life and all the little adventures that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a little bit of hair that grows on my legs, I have no body hair below my neck. It’s all been removed with electrolysis. I’m slim with small(ish), pert breasts that have small aureoles and giant nipples. When they’re hard Jon says they’re like chapel hat pegs. I have a nice firm, flat stomach with a pubic bone 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 lips. It’s about an inch long with a little round head. Jon sometimes calls it my little dick. I don’t own any bras, knickers, trousers, leggings or shorts; and 90% of my skirts 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 great thrill from letting other people see my body.

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

Jon told me to stop 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 Internet 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 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 Journal. At first I was a bit annoyed 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 Summer 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 write about some of the exciting ‘events’ that took place.

It all started on the evening of Friday 15th August. First of all Jon arrived home from work in a big 4×4. 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 hand. It was then that Jon told me that we were going camping in the south of France and Spain for couple of weeks. There’s nothing new in me being the last to know about holidays, 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 other things that Bridie and I wanted to take. 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 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 little apprehensive as she hasn’t had 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 happenings since we last saw Bridie. She’s still having problems finding the right man. She rarely has problems getting the first few dates, 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 time she meets a man that she really fancies, to bring him round to our house. Jon said that he’d talk some 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 dress on.