Vanessa's Journal
Week commencing September 7
On the Monday I used Sonique depilatory machine on the pubic hair that I had
been growing just above my slit. It took hours, but it was quite painless, and
just gave me a very slight tingle. On face value it seems to be doing the trick,
but the real test will be to see if it grows again. That night Jon told me to
grow all the hair around my lips and then remove it. He also told me that he was
going to grow all of his, and that I would be removing all his for him. That
will take all day, and I bet that it won't happen without him getting a solid
boner or two.
Didn't see Bridie when I went to Tescos on the Wednesday.
Thursday night the paperboy came to collect the money, but it wasn't a boy, it
was a girl. After she got over the shock of me being naked she couldn't stop
giggling, but she still took her time counting the money while looking at me.
When I said, "see you next week" she said, "definitely."
Friday I went to the Job Centre to see what part-time jobs they had going. A
couple of bar work jobs but that was about it. Will have to talk to Jon.
Saturday September 12
We went to Nottingham to look round the shops. Jon told me to wear Ben which
slowed us down quite a bit. Jon just laughed every time I had to stop moving to
either slow down, or have an orgasm. I really was feeling horny and desperate
for Jon to give me a good fucking, but I had to wait until we got back to the
car park. I'm sure that the CCTV cameras were pointed at Jon's car. We probably
gave the men watching the screens a good cheap thrill.
I was wearing my cheesecloth dress that day, and Jon bought me a smart burgundy
jacket with matching short skirt. No fun in the changing cubicle. When I got
home Jon told me to move the buttons out as far as I could. It was low cut as it
was, and it would be obvious that I didn't have a bra on, so after I had moved
the buttons it didn't take much for anyone to see my breast even when I twisted
a bit, never mind when I leaned forward.
I wore my new outfit (with 1 addition) when we took Bridie out. The addition was
the vibrating egg. We went to a nice old style country pub in a village called
Tatenhill. Bridie looked great in a pink dress with spaghetti straps. Her
nipples told everyone that she wasn't wearing a bra. She had a cardigan on when
I went to the door for her, but it came off as soon as she got in the car. Over
a great meal she told us that she had decided not to wear any underwear that
night, and that it was stockings not tights that we could see on her legs. Jon
had decided that he would do the driving, and between us Bridie and me polished
off 2 full bottles of white wine. By the time that we moved into the main part
of the pub, we were both quite happy.
Jon and me sat with our backs to an outside wall with Bridie facing me. The
table was small and Jon was hogging it. A few minutes after we had sat down
Bridie said that she could see right up my skirt to my stomach, and suggested
that I should cross my legs before someone else noticed. I told her that not
crossing my legs was one of the conditions of my employment and that I would get
punished if I did. She asked Jon if that was right, and she giggled when he
said, "yes." "OK" she said, "if you can't, then I won't" and she uncrossed
hers.
I slid down a bit in my seat and looked up her dress and could see her stomach.
She giggled a bit more and after having a quick look to see if anyone was
looking, she opened her legs so that I could see her pussy. She was obviously
getting a bit turned-on as her lips were swollen and glistening with her juices.
There was just a hint of her clit sticking out between her lips. The problem
with sliding down in your seat is that your skirt doesn't go with you and it had
virtually disappeared beneath my jacket. This meant that Bridie could now see
more of the tops of my legs and stomach. She asked me if it was a wire was that
was coming up between my pussy lips and up my stomach. Jon told her what it was
and told me to open my jacket and show her the control hanging out of the top of
my skirt. Jon caught me looking round to see if anyone was looking before
opening my jacket and told me that I had just earned a punishment. I opened my
jacket on the left side to reveal the control. Only problem was that my left
breast was on display as well. I don't think that anyone saw it before Jon said
that I could fasten my jacket. He then reached over and switched the egg on to a
slow speed so that it would take a while for me to get worked up.
Jon sent me to the bar to get some more drinks. It's one of those split-level
buildings and the bar is quite low down with the bar staff even lower, so I had
to bend down to make myself heard over the music and general noise. I'm sure
that the young barman was pretending not to hear me just so that he could keep
looking down my jacket, and when I stood up straight waiting for him to get the
drinks I could hear 3 men behind me discussing whether or not I had any knickers
on. Just to get them wondering a bit more, when the barman asked me for the
money I bent as far as I could over the bar. As I picked-up the drinks and
walked back to Jon and Bridie I heard one of the men saying that he had seen my
pussy lips so I couldn't have been wearing any. Back at the table Jon told me
that half the pub had seen my backside.
Jon and Bridie had been talking when I had been at the bar, and Bridie had asked
Jon if she could stay with us that night. Jon had agreed on one condition, that
she telephoned her mother and told her. When Bridie got back from the phone she
asked me how the egg was doing. "Simmering nicely" was my reply. We finished
our drinks and left. As I got near to the car I had to slow down and came just
as I bent down to get in. "Was that what I think it was?" Bridie asked. Before
we moved off Jon told me to take the egg out and asked Bridie if she wanted to
try it. She declined "for the time being."
As soon as we got home Jon told me to strip off and 'assume the position'.
Bridie seemed a little mystified until Jon explained, and she just stood
watching as Jon reminded me that I was to be punished for hesitating when he
told me to open my jacket. He explained to Bridie that I had to do whatever he
told me, immediately. He then told me to explain to Bridie that I was happy with
the arrangement. He went upstairs to get the tawse leaving me and Bridie to
talk. It took me a minute or two to convince Bridie that I was happy, very
happy, and wouldn't change the situation for anything.
When Jon came back he was naked and carrying the tawse. He told me to get up and
lean over the back of the sofa with my legs wide apart before giving me 10
strokes. After I had said, "Ten - thank you Master" he told me to 'assume the
position' again and he gave me 5 more. One over the tops of my thighs, one on
each breast, and for the other two he stood over my head with his dick directly
over my face, and landed both strokes on my pussy. Needless to say I was crying
by then, but when Jon told me to get up I went over to Bridie and told her that
I was alright, and to prove that I had enjoyed it as well, I asked her to see
how wet I was. It hurt a bit as her hand first touched my pussy, but as she
moved a finger in between my lips I gave a shudder and said, "go right in." Her
finger did - for a second, then she took her hand away.
Jon told me to go and get some coffee ready, and when I got back Jon and Bridie
were sat on the sofa talking. It looked a bit silly in a way, Jon was naked
(with a semi) and Bridie still had her dress on. When I told them what I was
laughing at Bridie said that she could soon sort that one out and stood up and
lifted her dress off. Jon told her that she looked good with her small pert
cones sticking out of her chest, and her lovely smooth pubes. She still had her
stockings and suspender belt on, but not for long. She lifted each leg in-turn,
put her foot on the coffee table and took them off. Jon must have enjoyed the
display as his semi became a full erection.
As we drank our coffee Bridie kept looking at Jon's dick which had some pre-cum
coming out of the tip. Finally she suddenly said, "I want to lose my virginity
tonight." Jon's only reply was "maybe" but I knew that he would enjoy taking it
later - after getting her really worked-up and begging him to fuck her. He's a
bit of a tease really.
When we went to bed (all 3 in Jon's) Jon told me to make love to Bridie first.
It was soon a 2-way thing with Bridie being as eager as I was. Jon was just
watching to start off with, but it wasn't long before he joined in, and Bridie
was wanking him. I guess that he was getting close to coming cos he stopped her
and told her to put a condom on him and to get on top of him. She slowly
lowered herself down onto him, and at one point she stopped, then pushed and
screamed. I guess that that was her virginity gone. She just sat there on top of
him for ages with a vacant look on her face. Jon brought her back to earth, he
came inside her. His jerking gave it away. Bridie started to rise up and down
and fuck him. It was a good job that it didn't take long as Jon usually goes
soft after a couple of minutes. When they uncoupled I could see little spots of
blood on Jon so I guess that Bridie was a virgin.
After that we went to sleep, Bridie on one side of Jon and me on the other. When
I woke up in the morning Jon was on top of Bridie fucking her 'missionary'
style.
Sunday September 13
We had the usual ritual of reading the papers over breakfast in the nude, but
this time there were 3 of us. A cramped shower followed, with Jon fucking me
from behind, and me finger-fucking Bridie while I tried to push my tongue down
her throat. After that we had to take Bridie home as she had to go to work.
As it was a sunny day we went to a quiet part of the coast and parked in a car
park at the edge of some little village. We walked along the coast for a bit and
settled in amongst some sand dunes. As it was quiet we both sunbathed nude. We
stayed there for about an hour and hardly saw anyone apart from 2 men who kept
walking up and down the path through the dunes. I think that they must me part
of the dirty old men brigade who need to spy on women. Jon says that it doesn't
bother us, and I quite enjoyed making sure that they got a really good view of
me. One time when one of them passed Jon started finger fucking me and I started
playing with him. After the man went I was disappointed when Jon stopped.
We went for a nude swim, but didn't stay in for long. The North Sea is bloody
cold at the best of times, and the middle of September isn't one of those. After
that we wrapped towels round ourselves and walked back to the car park. There
was an ice-cream van at the other end of the little car park and Jon gave me
some money and told me to get a couple of ice-creams before I got changed. He
also told me to make sure that the towel 'accidentally' dropped off me on the
way back. As I walked up to the van I loosened the towel so that it felt very
insecure. I got the ice-creams one in each hand and started walking back. It
only took about 10 feet before I could feel the towel starting to slide down,
and another couple of steps and it fell right open. I managed to grip it with
one elbow, but apart from that side I was naked. There were a few people sat in
their cars and they all stared at me as I walked by them.
When I was about 20 feet from Jon's car, a couple of lads about 14 stopped their
bikes right in front of me and asked if I wanted any help. When I said, "yes
please" they got off their bikes and stood in front of me looking at the obvious
places. One said, "what would you like us to do?" The other (a real cheeky sod)
said, "play with your little tits." I wasn't going to miss that opportunity and
said, "you can play with my tits as you put my towel back round me please." So
they did, no hesitation, straight grab and grope. After about a minute of nipple
pulling and tit squeezing one of them started going for my pussy. All this was
happening in the middle of a public car park in the middle of the afternoon. It
was getting a bit too risky so I said, "the towel please." That stopped them,
but not before a finger was in my pussy. The cheeky one pulled my towel round me
and tucked an end in to keep it in-place and I left them watching me walk away.
Jon told me that he was pleased with the way that I had handled it, which made
me happy. We sat in the car and eat the ice-cream before Jon told me to get out
and get changed as a 'new' car drove into the car park. It doesn't take long to
take a towel off and put a dress on, but Jon had timed it right and I was naked
as the car drove passed us. There was a young couple in it, and the lad nearly
crashed as he stared at me. They had the windows open and I could hear the girl
shout at him to watch where he was going.
Back home Jon did his usual trick of disappearing into his study.
