Introduction

Hi, my figure is Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound material body with blondish whisker. In 1998 I quit my boring beingness in a piffling township in North Wales and went to act upon as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East Midland of England. It was a weather decision to make as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advert in a BDSM magazine that person had left in the hairdressers where I worked. I didn't really experience what I was letting myself in for, but I really did need to do something because my living was so drab and oil production. Even the interview for the job was unbelievable, but I was so dire to change my aliveness 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 take 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 gain that I have a life that just could not be more fulfil or gratifying. I love my lifespan and all the trivial risky venture that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a little bit of pilus that grows on my ramification, I have no body hair below my cervix. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with belittled ( ish ), impertinent breasts that have pocket-sized halo and giant teat. When they're hard Jon says they're like chapel hat pegs. I have a nice firm, matted breadbasket with a pubic bone that does stick out a bit. In my snatch lips I have 2 little atomic number 79 rings that Jon put in me. My clitoris is very prominent and is usually sticking out between my back talk. It's about an column inch long with a niggling round head. Jon sometimes calls it my short dick. I don't own any bras, knickers, trousers, leging or shorts ; and 90 % of my skirts and clothes can be described as mini or micro. I used to be a very shy lady friend, but I've now gone completely the other way, and get a peachy bang from letting other people see my body.

I hope that's enough to meet the the great unwashed who asked.

Jon told me to stop writing my Journal in the summertime 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 net looking for estimation for little risky venture or incidents that we could manufacture to get some fun. We've found one or two narration that appear to be slightly rewritten copies of some of the text in my diary, 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 person thought our adventures were good enough to replicate. I've started thinking that way as well.

Me on CD in Havana

Right, Jon had to go to Miami on business ( computer software ). It was a bit of a rush job but he told me that I was going to go with him because he wanted me to get some sun on my 27th birthday.

As usual Jon had more clothes with him than I did ( well he was going to business get together and I was expecting to expend most of the time by hotel pools or on a beach ). Jon decided that I would wear thin just a coat and shoes until we got onto the carpenter's plane so off we set with Jon driving down to Heathrow. Once the car got warm I had to unfasten my coat and keep on it wide-eyed assailable. No exhilaration on the journey ( it was dark ), but Jon did get me to give him a blowjob half way down the M40.

No problem going through the airport either, Jon got me to get rid of my pussy closed chain a few calendar month ago so the metallic element detectors didn't have anything to bleep at.

After we'd taken off Jon opened his briefcase and gave me a niggling package. He told me to read it to the toilette and put it on. It contained one of my thin cotton fiber mini-dresses and one of my remote controlled vibes. As I put that in I got a bit wet with the anticipation of what I was expecting Jon to do to me without actually touching me. As I got back to my derriere Jon told me to demand the coat off before I sat down. As I climbed over Jon to get to my hindquarters ( middle one of three ) the woman on the other side of my seat looked at me and I saw her eyebrows rising slope as I leaned over Jon. I guess that she'd noticed that the top of my attire was hanging down ( it's a bit baggy, especially as I never fasten the top two release ) and she must get seen my breasts. As I sat down I made sure that my dress wasn't between my slit and the seat. I didn't want to get off the plane with a big wet eyepatch on the back of my dress.

The womanhood smiled at me and said,"I expect that it will be quite quick when we land."I said that I hoped so, and got myself comfy for the long flight.

It was about 30 minutes before Jon gave me the first blast from the vibe. He'd waited until a few moment after the woman next to me started talking to me again. She was a bit of a stuck-up cunt who fancied herself. She started telling me about herself and her servants, how it was dainty to get them to run around after her. When Jon switched the vibe on it caught me by surprise a bit and I gasped and grabbed the seat branch. Both Jon and the woman asked me if I was all right at the same prison term. Jon went on to ask me if he could get anything for me. Not thinking too well I said,"No, I'm fine than you Master."

After a few seconds the charwoman said,"Your hubby seems to care for you a lot."Oh, he's not my husband, he's my schoolmaster, and yes, he does worry for me a lot."I replied."You mean ….."she started to say, but I interrupted her saying,"Yes, he is my Master, and I am his slave. I am his, I am devoted to him, and I obey his every bid, without hesitation."“ Blimey !"she retorted."That's freaky. Really freaky, I thought I was the prosperous one with servants, but to throw someone who's a, a subservient, your err. Master is a very lucky man. Do you do everything that everyone tells you ?"“ I obey only him."I said."Pity,"she said, looking at me with a comic but naughty expression on her face. She was staring at my legs and shortly dress."So if I were to ask you to do something for me, your Master wouldn't allow it ?"she said."I obey only my Master,"I repeated,"I'm forbidden, to touch anyone else, or have anyone tinge me unless my passe-partout tells me to it."

Just then Jon interrupted and asked me if I wanted a drink. I said,"Yes please, I'm starting to get a bit warm."With that he switched the vibe off. I guessed that he'd realised that the vibe was starting to do its job. Jon got me a glass of wine and it wasn't long before I was feeling sleepy. I dozed off and when I woke up the side by side top two and the bottom two buttons of my clothes weren't fastened, Jon had undone them while I was dreaming about him fucking me on a gorgeous beach with about half a dozen the great unwashed watching us. There was then only four buttons left fastened. If it hadn't been for the rear end in front of me and the fact that I was in the midriff seat of three, I would have had a minor problem of citizenry being able to see my bald pubes.

"I see that your original likes to go along you ready for anything,"the woman next to me said. I looked at her in a baffle way and she continued."The deficiency of underclothing, I couldn't assist but notice when you were sleeping and leaning on your ‘ Master ’. It must give been a nice aspiration, you were obviously enjoying it."

My puss was quite wet, and Jon must take in heard the woman because he switched the vibe on again.

Jon had woken me up because it was fourth dimension to eat and just then the ‘ cabin attendee'asked me what I'd like to drink with my meal.

The rest of the flight was quite uneventful - unless you call 2 orgasms as I pretended to watch out the pic eventful as Jon brought me slowly to, and over the brink twice. I'm sure that the womanhood knew what was going on ; she kept giving me these unknown, knowing smiles.

It was fantastic getting off the plane into a very warm, gentle breeze.

When we arrived at the Hotel it was expectant, very big and posh, our elbow room was on the 15th floor and had a great view out to the sea ( looking sideways ). It was late at night so we went straight to bed. Jon let me devolve on him to my 3rd sexual climax in the last 24 hours.

Sun

Next break of day, my natal day, Jon woke me up by playing with my kitty for a while then lifting my legs over his shoulders and ramming his tool hard into me. I'd woken-up while he'd been fingering me ( howling way to wake-up ), but I pretended to be asleep right until he rammed into me. There's no way I could sleep through that, and Jon knows that.

It was just a light, thin cotton skirt and tight tube top for me to breakfast, and Jon's juice running down my legs and onto the restaurant stern. The skirt is very short and low slung, if I pull it down as far as it will go you can see the top of my pubic region - not that it's well-heeled to secern cos I don't have any hair's-breadth there.

After breakfast we went for a long walkway, it was great feeling the passion of the sun. Jon had to go and meet a job node in the afternoon so I spent it by the hotel pool. I wore a loathly Weasel bikini that Jon got over the internet from Australia that's so small that a stria Aid would cover more. The material is so thin that you can see the different colour of my mamilla and it hugs every contour of my sally and protruding clit.

The air round the pool was a bit formal and I didn't feel like going topless, but I did get quite a few facial expression in that bikini.

That evening Jon took me to a posh eating place for a big birthday dinner. candela, wine-colored, the lot. I was wearing zilch but a very small, whitened backless dress and shoes, the back of the clothes is so low cut that you can see the top of the crack of my ass so it was obvious that I had aught on underneath. I was one-half expecting Jon to tell me to wear a vibe or Ben Wa or something, but he didn't. Instead he got me drunkard and had to half extend me back to the hotel.

Monday

Jon was gone when I woke-up and I grabbed a bottle of water and went out onto the balcony in my common nap dress - nothing. I sat there for about an minute soaking-up the sun not caring who - if anyone could see me. Later I put on a bikini annulus and top ( no bottoms ) and went to a fast food place next door for some breakfast before going for a swim in the hotel kitty. I'd only gone back to the way to collect a towel, not to put anything else on, so I had the pleasure of swimming virtually bottomless. The place seemed more than unstrain and I flashed a span of the server by lifting my knee up on the sun reclining chair as they walked towards me. One waiter even went round the syndicate and came back for a irregular expression. He adjusted the chairs and reclining chair near my ft so that he could get a longer look. To reward him I opened my legs a bit. I smiled at him as well, but he only saw my lower lip smiling at him.

That good afternoon I decided to go to the hotel gym. I needed to get some exercise, and besides, I'd seen a nice 6 battalion go in there and I wanted to tease him a bit. I took a pair of Jon's unlined running shorts and a harvest top with me to fag. The shorts are way too big for me, so they leave my kitty-cat well exposed when I open my legs. I managed to have a bit of fun and left the blank space with a match of men with bulges in their shorts.

That evening we had dinner in the hotel and then stayed in the hotel bar. We sat on this large very balmy lounge that we almost disappeared into. My bum was low than my knees and as I never cross my legs, just about everyone who walked passed and looked could see my cunt. We got awesome service from the same server who stared at me by the puddle. Poor bloke, his trouser must accept been real uncomfortable that night.

Tues

Jon arranged for me to go on one of those sightseeing spell. I suppose it was interesting, but a bit drilling at prison term. By the end of it I was getting a bit fed-up with an old man who kept trying to get near me and affect my leg. I know it was my shift for letting him look up my skirt, I suppose I should have scared him off by saying,"come on then, get it out and fuck me right here, you've been trying to for long enough,"loud enough for the others to take heed, but I didn't.

When Jon came back to the hotel he told me that he'd got a bit of a problem, the job there was going to remove a lot yearner than he'd expected and he was supposed to be flying over to Cuban capital the succeeding day, but he wouldn't be finished Miami. He had to get some software to a customer there and they were having job with their internet connection and they weren't convinced that they'd manage to download it on time. He'd arranged for me to take a transcript over there just in causa. I was a fiddling nervous as I'd never flown on my own, nor been to a foreign country on my own. Jon told me that I didn't have to do much, just fly in, go over the road to the domestic help airport and hold until about 2 pm when the Santiago flight of steps got in. The client would get me. I'd give him a CD and then enchant the 3:40 pm flight back. When I asked Jon how the man would lie with which woman to approach he laughed and told me that there wouldn't be many slim, blond white girl there showing pile of flesh.

We had a quiet dark in the hotel bar.

Wednesday

Next dawning we were up early. Jon told me to wear one of my light, short cotton wool ‘ A'doll and slim flannel halter-top. The skirt is a low slung one that relies on the size of my articulatio coxae and abdomen to stay up. I did manage to lose it once when I really held my belly in when I was in a dress shop. No one was around so the elbow grease was wasted - except for knowing that I could do it if I wanted to. I also wore sensible shoes, sunglasses and my Ben Wa Balls ( Jon's orders ).

After breakfast Jon gave me my ticket, the CD, some money, and put me in a taxi to the airdrome. Before he shut the cab door he gave both my mammilla a tweak and said,"Don't get your snowy top dirty playing with them too much."I smiled at him and we drove off with 2 bullets pushing out my top and a little shudder between my legs.

No problems at Miami airdrome except that Ben set off the security alarms. This security system man moved this verge thing close to me all over, smiled at me then let me go.

The little flight of steps was uneventful except for the vibrations of the airplane bouncing Ben about a bit. It was a good job that I'd made sure that my skirt wasn't between my pussy and the seat.

It was still early when I got to Havana so I went to a snack bar and had a deep brown before walking over to the domestic airdrome. The main airdrome was quite skillful, but the domesticated airport is a bit of a run-down dump. I wasn't looking forward to the long wait.

I was wandering around looking for somewhere to sit down and wait when I was approached by a security man. He asked me for my passport and travel documents. After he'd looked at them he pointed his gun at me and directed me to an office that had a man, who looked as if he could be a sergeant, working on a PC. The guard who took me there said some thing to the sergeant then left.

The sergeant kept me waiting for age before finally looking up at me. His English wasn't as dependable as the guard who had taken me there. He told me that there was a problem with drug smuggling and that they'd had a tip-off that some drugs would be coming into the country that day. He apologised for interrupting my journeying and told me that I must infer that he had to check-out everything strange and that a beautiful blond lady friend, on her own, coming into the nation was unusual. He said that he would sustain to fill himself that I had no drugs on me.

He told me to put my bag on the desk and then told me that he was no-account, but he'd have to search me. After being scared a bit by the guard pointing his gun at me I was a bit more relaxed with the squeamish sounding, apologetic sergeant. When he said that he'd have to search me I have to admit that I got a slight turn on and my mammilla went difficult. I could feel them pushing my top forward. He got up and walked turn to me and told me to put my workforce on my head and spread my legs. He then ran his fingers through my fuzz and then ran his manus all over the ease of me, and I mean all over me. My nipples tingled as he lingered on my breast, and when he ran his hands up my left leg he stopped dead when he realised that I wasn't wearing any knickers. He brought his hand up to his face and looked at my twat juice on the side of his bridge player for a minute before running his hired man up my early leg. This time he lingered at my kitty-cat before putting the palm of his script on my pubic bone and putting a finger slightly inside me. I shuddered and nearly came but he removed his paw before I did.

Next he went to my bag and tipped it out onto the desk. He looked at my pass and then counted the money. Next he picked up the CD and asked me what it was. I told him but he opened it and 2 CDs fell out onto the desk. One has Jon's company logo on it but the former only had the letter ‘ V'written on it."What's on this ?"the sergeant asked. I told him that I didn't know ( which was true ), and after a few seconds staring at it, he put it in his PC and worked on the keyboard. All of a sudden his centre opened wider and then he said,"There's laws about pornography in this body politic, and you have just broken them."I hadn't a cue what he was talking about until he turned the monitor turn so that I could see what he was looking at.

It was a video of me on our ‘ nookie political machine ’. For any readers that haven't read part 6 of my journal, the ‘ fucking automobile'is a auto that Jon got somebody to work up in the back bedroom, or ‘ punishment'room at household. My hands are tied above my header and the machine raises then lower me onto a dildo over and over again.

About 8 months ago Jon bought a video photographic camera and taped me on all the machines in the penalisation room, and being punished in various ways. I knew that Jon had loaded them onto his PC but I didn't know that he was giving copies to people.

As I watched, the picture ended and with a click another television started. This one was of me spread on the whipping-T with Jon administering a well deserved, and gratefully received whipping. We watched Jon whipping my tush and pussy as I counted the strokes out loud. At 30 I could clearly hear myself moaning with delight as I had a fantastic orgasm.

When that picture ended the sergeant looked up at me and said,"Maybe I'd salutary hunting you a bit more thoroughly, shoot your top off,"he said. I didn't respond fast enough and he shouted,"Now."He sounded angry and I wasn't about to get him more upset so I took my hands off my head, un-tied and removed my top. My mammilla were really severely and tingling.

The sergeant stared at me for a while then got up and walked round the desk to me. He stood in battlefront of me then started mauling my breasts. He kept pulling and rolling my nipples between his ovolo and finger. I had a material problem keeping from moaning with pleasure.

After a few transactions of this he stood back and said,"Now the wench !"What alternative did I accept ? My only real care was that he might fuck me and open me some ugly disease. Jon doesn't get too turn over if men ( or char ) force me to do things just so long as I don't let them fuck me. Not that I would have had much selection this time, I was on my own with a man that had a gun strapped to his waist.

Anyway, I unfastened my skirt and stepped out of it. I was totally defenseless. The sergeant told me to put my mitt back on my head and spread my leg again. Of course I did. He then started to slide his hands all over my nates and pussy. He spent a lot of time feeling my bald pubic mound, I guess that he'd never come across one before. Eventually he pushed a fingerbreadth into me and quickly pulled it out when he felt my Ben Wa bollock."What's that in your cunt ?"he said.

I said,"Ben Wa orb,"but he just looked blankly at me as told me to take them out. I squatted down and squeezed them out onto the storey before standing up again. He picked them up, smelt them then squeezed them. He then threw one of them back onto the flooring. When it didn't respite he looked at me so I said,"solid steel."He picked it up and had both of them in one hand. He was rattling them about in his deal and obviously trying to work out what they were for. They were knocking into each early and after about a minute or so a smile came on his face and he pushed them back into my pussy.

He turned to me and grabbed my pubic bone again. This time when his finger went into me there was no resistance, it went straight in. He moved it all around inside me. I couldn't service it ; I let out a groan and shuddered as I orgasmed. After he'd had enough with his finger he pulled it out and stood back."curve over the desk,"he said.

Oh no ! I thought, he's going to bed me. I was getting scared. I could hear him doing something and it sounded like he was undoing his pant. I thought ‘ brace yourself girl ’.

The next matter I felt was a finger going into my ass. It waggled round and pushed quite gruelling into me. Then it came out. A few seconds later I felt a thumb going into my ass and a finger going into my cunt. I was then lifted up by that hand. That damage.

He moved me about a bit then pulled his hired hand out and narrate me to fend up and turn and face him. I then had to spread my legs again and put my hands on my caput. He then went round to the desk and got out this swelling of plastic with 2 metal bars coming out of one end about 2 column inch apart. At firstly I didn't realise what it was, but I soon found out.

He kept me standing there for a couple of min before coming up to me and rubbing the device up and down my front. He was saying something about not wanting woman like me in the area, but I wasn't really listening to him. Every fourth dimension the device went over my breasts or lower stomach I got a tingle in my nipple and kitty. It wasn't from the device ; it was just where it was being rubbed. I could feel my succus starting to run down the inside of my legs.

Then it happened, the device was on my correctly nipple when I got this incredibly strong pain all over. I've had the odd 240-volt shock by chance event at home before, but this was wish hundreds of times unassailable. My knees buckled and I screamed out in botheration. Somehow I managed to stay on my feet, but I'm not sure how. After the initial pain in the ass my nipple was rock hard and hurting like hell. My pussy was responding too, I could find an sexual climax coming on.

reviewer of my journal will bed that pain is something that gives me pleasance, the to a greater extent the pain in the neck, the Sir Thomas More the pleasure.

I looked at the serjeant and saw the grin on his face, and the bulge in his trousers.

The stun gun moved to my odd mammilla and I watched and waited. I think I saw his digit be active a bit, and then I saw the gamy arc of electricity as it jumped from one prong, through my nipple then to the former prong. This metre I did collapse to the floor. The incredible hurting took me over the sharpness and I moaned and shook as I had one of the serious coming that I'd had for weeks.

The man just watched me, and when I stopped shaking he told me to stand up again. While I was standing there he cleared just about everything off the top of the desk then told me not to move. He disappeared for a couple of minute then came back with another guard.

The new guard had a good look at me then explored my breasts and pussy with his deal. When he touched my nipples and clit I just about came again. My nips were heavily than they've ever been before.

The sergeant-at-law told me to lie on my back on the desk. When I was there he told me to put my deal on my head, and to afford my legs again. By that sentence my pussy was gaping open and I could feel their hint inside my yap as they bent down for a closelipped look.

I felt the stun gun prongs on my clit and got scared. I know that my cunt can ingest being whipped, but I didn't think that it could ingest the stun gun. I tensed-up in prediction and my face showed that I was scared.

It hit me. I've never screamed so tacky and cum so hard. My clit felt like it was a combust lead football. I'm sure that I was squirting cum out over the desk. I was shaking and sweating for what seemed the likes of hr. I vaguely remember seeing the big grin on the two men's faces.

Then it happened again. I thought that Jon's whippings had taken me to the demarcation line, but I was wrongfulness. I came over and over again. I was shattered.

The one-third time it happened I just felt a bit of painfulness then the next thing I knew I was waking-up in a heap on the level. The two men were still there, but there was a middle-aged womanhood there as well. I guess that she was their Superior as they jumped when she shouted something at them.

The men grabbed my weaponry and dragged me out of the elbow room and out into the open air. My articulatio radiocarpea were tied together and the rophy was slung over a beam at the side of the building. I was pulled-up until my metrical foot just touched the primer coat. Ropes were tied to my ankles and my leg were pulled apart.

I've spent many 60 minutes restrained in that position so I didn't need to try to support my weight on my substructure. I was too knackered anyway. You get used to being having minuscule rake going to your manpower, and your shoulder joint get used to the pain.

One of the men got a bucket of piss and threw it over me. It felt skillful, and it woke me up. The man who spoke side then told me that they didn't have a prison prison cell there and that I'd have to abide there until my flight of stairs out of the country.

Little did he know that I like being naked out in world, especially when I have no command over it. Even if I had just about been killed with the hurting and pleasure.

After a minute or so I started to look at in where I was. I was at the side of some kind of servicing road to the drome. There was what looked like airdrome workers walking up and down the route and the odd lorry going passed. The road was about 3 metres from where I was and well-nigh of the passing people were looking over towards me. Most just looked and kept walk, but a few stopped for a piece and had a good look.

After about an hour or so some teenagers ( boy and girls ) saw me and came over to me. They were talking to each early, but I couldn't understand what they were saying. Eventually one of the boy put a paw on my left tit. When he touched the nipple I winced, it was VERY tender and still shake hard. His hand pulled back for a second but soon came back, and had a good grope. The hand then went down to my pubes and he gave a slim smile as he held my bald pubis. Only for a second though because it soon went in between my branch and into my puss. When he touched my clit I really winced and tried to rend back. My clitoris still felt like a burning football.

They all had a grope of me, even the girls who seemed very interested in my lack of pubic hair and prominent button.

Eventually they left and I was left to inebriate up the sun. My pussy was leaking juices all the clock time, but the sun was drying them before they dripped off my feet.

A yoke of hours later a dirty, seedy man came up to me. He looked like a floater, and a slightly retarded one at that. He had a good grope as well, and even got his dick out and tried to get it to make my twat. He didn't appear to have the sentience ( fortunately ) to realise that he'd have to have something to brook on to get high enough.

After a few minutes he gave up and wandered off, much to the amusement of one of the guard who came out to check on me.

It was a guard duty that I hadn't seen before and he wasn't going to miss the opportunity to have a practiced grope. He was a bit surprised too when he pushed a finger into me and found Ben, but that didn't stop him bringing me close to cumming them then leaving me frustrated.

By the sentence the sentry go finally untied me I was getting a little sun-burned. They gave me my clothes and told me to put them on. It was a bit difficult because my arms and hands were numb from having hung by my wrist joint for hours.

Eventually I managed it and they ‘ escorted'me to the international airdrome and to the check-in. walk was painful as my clit was still very swollen and sore. After I'd checked-in they saw me through recommendation control condition then left me. I checked my handbag ; everything was there except for the CD with the telecasting on. I guess that it ( and copies of it ) will be doing the rounds in Cuba now.

The flight back to Miami was uneventful, albeit a bit dreadful, and it didn't really help wearing Ben, they only seemed to make my clit swell more. I was very thirsty and drank quite a lot of weewee and beer on the flight.

When I got back to the hotel Jon was waiting in reception for me. He knew something was wrong because he'd had a earphone call from his customer. When he'd been unable to get me he'd asked around and heard that a blonde, ovalbumin girl had been arrested. He'd decided to get out of there as soon as he could.

Jon took me up to our room then inspected the ‘ damage ’. He assured me that my nipples were all right, just swollen. When he touched them I nearly came because they were still tingling and very sensitive. I did cum when Jon inspected my clit and then retrieved Ben. After that he told me to take aim a ‘ aplomb'bath - which didn't help - apart from feeling clean again.

It was late ( ish ) that night when Jon took me to a eating place with me wearing just my red enmesh dress and high dog. It was a good job that I don't fag out underwear as they would have been quite obvious. Wearing nix under it looks a lot more obvious. We got mess of attention from the waiters but I was too tired to savor it.

Thursday

Jon let me sleep until 8:00 am. When I woke up the sun was shining, the pall were wide open and Jon had taken the covers off me. I turned my head and looked out of the windowpane to see a man on a balcony in the hotel opposite. He was staring straight at me.

There was a knocking on the doorway and I heard Jon shout from the bathroom."Get that please V."I quickly looked for a gown or something but everything was put away. ‘ What the hell !'I thought and opened the door in the nude. The look on the waiter's face was priceless. Jon had ordered breakfast and the waiter wheeled it in and set it up on the mesa. All the meter he kept looking over to me. I just stood and watched, still holding the door wide open.

A young couple walked by and the man got quite a surprise when he saw me, but it was the womanhood who stared at me until they were passed me.

The server ran out of things to do to protract his stay and walked up to me and held his hand out. When I realised what he wanted I walked over to where my bag was. It was on the floor so I bent at the waist and gave him a great vista of my pussy as I slowly got some money out. When I stood up I saw Jon standing in the bathroom door watching with a big grin on his face. The waiter hadn't even seen him.

After breakfast Jon told me that he'd just got one more day's work before we'd have to go home base. I didn't want to be out in the sun all day because I was still a small red from ‘ hanging around'the previous day, so Jon told me I could go shopping.

Before he left me for the day, Jon inspected my pap and clit again. They were still swollen and tingling. He told me to bust something voiced over my teat and keep walking to a lower limit so I put on a silky back-less mini-dress with an ‘ A'annulus that's quite low at the spinal column.

I went for a taxi and asked to be taken to the nearest mall that had lots of wearing apparel store. It didn't take long and I was soon slowly walking through the mall getting a measure for what was there. Wow, Miami has some big workshop, and just about everything I saw was chinchy than in the UK.

I started in a intimate apparel shop class and bought a pillow slip that I'll be able-bodied to tire as a dress, Ultra short and slightly see-through.

Next I went into a boutique and selected three skirts to try on. All three were low-slung, the type that you can easily adjust the ‘ waist'so that they feel as if they are about to descend down any irregular. Of row I had to take my dress off to try the doll on and the changing cubicle didn't have a mirror in it. It looked as if it did at one time because there were piece of ass that looked as if they'd held a mirror in seat once. So, to see what the skirt looked like on I had to go out into the main boutique are. The young girl did a double payoff when she saw me, but carried no serving somebody else.

When she'd finished serving that fair sex she came over to me and asked if I wanted any help. I asked her if she though the skirt looked salutary on me and watched her eyes as she said it looked great. Her heart never even looked at the bird ; they were glued to my swollen pap. I have to admit, my nipples are big ( not like the rest of my mamilla ) at the comfortably of times, but they were ilk Jon's hitch ends after the stun gun.

I turned away from her and she stopped daydreaming. She started to say something about me not being out in the main shop area topless, but I ignored her and I told her that I'd go and try one of the other skirts on. She asked if I'd like any help. After a quick thinking I said,"Yes"and she followed me into the cell. Before she's closed the pall I dropped the annulus I was wearing, much to the pleasure of a man that had come over to see if he'd actually seen a braless woman.

The daughter stared at me again, this meter down at my bald slit. I let her for a few secondment before asking her to pass me one of the other doll. She woke-up again, said sorry, and got one for me. To break the quiet I told her that I never wear underwear and hoped that she didn't nous. She said no, and told me that she didn't either. And just to leaven it, she lifted her doll at the front to disclose a nicely trimmed George W. Bush."very much nicer being free isn't it ?"she said."Absolutely"I replied.

I gave her the annulus back and asked her to put in on me for me, she seemed a little surprised, but unfastened it and turn down holding it open for me to step into it. As I did she saw my swollen clit and said,"That looks painful."“ It is"I said,"it needs some TLC"wondering if she'd volunteer. She didn't and when both pegleg were in she slit the skirt up to my rosehip. The skirt fastened at the social movement and her soft gentle work force felt good on my stomach as she slowly fastened it. I slid it down onto my hips and said,"Let's go and see what it looks like."She started to say something, but I eased passed her and out to where the nearest mirror was. The man was still there, pretending to be looking at tops on a rack.

The girl followed me and watched as I smoothed the cloth down. I told her that I wanted to see if I could get it any lower so I adjusted the fastener and pulled it down on my hips again."Oops !"I said as the doll slid too far down my pelvic girdle and down to the flooring. Needless to say I didn't surge after it, in fact I looked over at the man and the young lady to make sure that they were looking before I stepped out of it and set ( at the waist ) to blame it up. The man got a bully view of my snatch and I felt a bit of a upsurge of juice as I looked between my legs to watch out him watching me.

I picked the skirt up and walked back into the cubicle, and turned to watch the daughter following me, and the man staring at me.

I tried-on the third wench with the girl fiddling round the top of the crack of my ass to fasten it. I didn't like that one so I took it off and I put my dress back on. The man looked a bit disappointed when I appeared with my frock on.

I bought the first doll that I tried-on, it felt commodity, looked good, could easily blow up in the fart, and could easily be adjusted so that it wouldn't take much for it to diminish down.

From there I went for a coffee tree at a café in loose region of mall. I sat there right next to where lots of people were walking towards me. I never cross my legs, but with my sore swollen clit I needed to give it plenty of room so that it didn't scathe more. I noticed one old man go round three times to get to see more. When I saw him coming the tertiary time I deliberately opened my legs wider so that he really could see everything. I think I made that old man's day. I had three cupful of coffee before I finally moved on.

Next I decided to go up and down the escalator clause a few times. I wanted to make a few men's balls ache and maybe get a few wet patched on the front line of their trousers.

I know, I'm a existent flirt.

I spotted one man following me up a match of clip ; he had this bag that had long handles so the bag was nearly on the floor. I thought I saw a video television camera pointing up out of it so I thought I'd wee-wee his efforts worthwhile. I timed it so that I was right in front line of him as we got onto the moving stairway then stood with my fundament about a foot up apart. Half way up I lifted my left human foot up a step and leaned forward to rub my animal foot. I looked back down my face and saw the bag virtually in between my ramification. I saw a red Inner Light in the bag as well.

When I walked off the top of the escalator clause I went to a shop windowpane and stood looking in, with my human foot well apart. I felt the bag brush against my groundwork but didn't move. Eventually I saw him walk away ; I guess he was please with his efforts.

Next it was the obligatory shoe shop. There's no way I can go shopping without flashing my cunt to some lucky male shoe shop assistant, and by that time it was a very mute pussy. I waited around just looking until this young man was free. As he walked over to me I could see him looking me up and down. I didn't disappoint him and by the fourth dimension I left he was as close to cumming as I was.

I was dying for a commodity fuck so I got a hack back to the hotel and went up to our elbow room to wait for Jon. Fortunately I didn't have to wait long and Jon was just as keen to have me on the balcony as I was to have him. It still hurt when Jon caressed my tit and clit.

We had a quiet dark in the hotel eating house and bar that night.

Friday

Jon inspected my pap and clit again. They were still swollen and throbbing. Jon then took me out onto the balcony and had me as I looked down onto the swimming pool area. After he shot his load into me and gone soft, he pulled out and slapped my tush.

We went down for breakfast with me in a picayune halter-top and unawares skirt with our juice running down the interior of my legs.

After breakfast Jon told me we were going for a pass. I had to go and interchange into what is basically 3 rectangles of fabric. The one that goes over my breasts is held with 2 corduroy, one round my neck and the other rung my physical structure, a bit like a bikini top, but totally unfitted. The former 2 rectangles cover my bum and pussy. A cord goes assault my articulatio coxae to hold them in seat. When Jon got me to make it he got me to include a detachable electric cord that goes in between my pegleg to the bum of the rectangles. It's to stop the battlefront or back blowing right up. As it turned out that electric cord stopped a few the great unwashed seeing my bum and pussy because it was quite windy that day. Jon also got me to demand a mates of small towels - just in case.

After walking a mile or so Jon saw a shop selling thing for the beach. He went in and got us some flippers, masquerade and schnorchel. He'd decided that we were going swimming.

There was no way that I could strip naked and go swim, not there, so I had to drown wearing what I had on. The water was cold at outset, but I soon got used to it, especially with Jon messing about. With only those 3 rectangles on it felt as if I was naked. Swimming naked is a feeling that I really enjoy.

As I said, Jon was messing about a lot, and it was only when a man, who was also wearing a mask, spent quite a long prison term getting close to me and swimming daily round and under me that I decided to seem to see what he could see. guess my surprise when I realised that all 3 rectangles had gone. Apart from the mask and flippers I was naked. I swam over to Jon and asked him if he knew. He told me that I'd been like that for years, but he wasn't going to recount me.

We carried on swim and messing about for a while longer until the man got tire and left. Then Jon took me to a shallower bit and fucked me.

After that there was the trouble of getting out of the water and back to the hotel. I asked Jon if I could borrow his shorts and shirt but he said"no."

Jon got out of the body of water and was getting dry while I stayed in waiting for things to get a bit quieter. Eventually I decided that I'd have to make a move. There was this prissy lump walking down the waters edge on his own. I stood up and walked straight passed him to Jon. His case was a picture. Jon was just amused by it.

I dried myself and wrapped one of the towels round myself. It was way too small and wouldn't tie properly. It only just covered my bum and pussy. Anyone walking passed me on my leftfield would be able to see that I was naked under it. And with me not being able to tie it there was a large danger that it would devolve down anyway.

Jon decided to get a hack back to the hotel and the number one wood had a good looking as I got in. At the hotel the door guard got a veridical eyeful when he opened my room access. In the lift Jon took the towel off me and gave me the flipper to carry. I had to take the air all along the corridor to our room totally au naturel except for 2 duad of flipper. A middle-aged couple looked really surprised when they came out of their room rightfield in movement of me.

We were on an even escape back to the UK so after a exhibitor Jon told me to get us packed. Jon left me in response while he went and bought something. When he came back with nothing I asked him what he'd bought. It was a stun gun and he'd posted it to himself. He reckoned that it stood a better fortune of getting though in the station rather than us carrying it. He said that they're illegal in the UK.

There was no problem in the drome because Jon told be to transport Ben in my bag. No metal detector problems. Once we cleared security I had to put them in. I was pleased because the low vibrations of the flight keep back me excited.

The escape was nearly empty and we settled in a window prat. After some food and crapulence I leaned over and dozed off with my head on Jon's lap. When I woke-up I had a blanket over me, Jon told me that he'd got a stewardess, sorry cabin crew soul, to get one for me. It was so hush, and Ben had been at work, so I got Jon's dick out and filled my mouth.

After a duo of mo Jon decided that we should renew our membership of the air mile in high spirits club. I don't think that anyone saw us go into the commode but as we were walking back to our seats a stewardess walked passed us and gave me that ‘ knowing smiling ’. In the pot Jon lifted me up straight away and opened my legs. Before I knew it he was pushing his dick into me. trouble was he'd draw a blank that I was wearing Ben. He didn't hurt himself and quickly put his finger's breadth in and got them out. The surprisal hadn't cooled him down and he came quite quickly.

The bottom was quite wet by the time we landed at Heathrow.

It was the Sunday before my piquance and clitoris were back down to their formula size and the stun gun arrived the chase Wednesday. Jon keeps it on showing in the punishment elbow room. He hasn't used it on me yet, he's teasing me because he knows that I'll enjoy it. Each time he mentions it he checks my pussy and finds that I've got a bit surface-active agent.

That was my first experience of U.S. ( and Cuba ) ; I hope Jon takes me back there soon. I also hope that Jon gets me to write about more of our dangerous undertaking soon ; it's nice remembering them and getting activated as I write all the details.

love

Vanessa