Introduction

Hi, my public figure is genus Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound human body with blondish hair. In 1998 I quit my bore world in a lilliputian town in N Wales and went to work as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East midland of England. It was a brave decision to make as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advertisement in a BDSM cartridge clip that soul had left in the stylist where I worked. I didn't really know what I was letting myself in for, but I really did take to do something because my life was so drab and boring. Even the consultation for the job was unlikely, 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 aliveness, and he has since created a web situation that it is published on.

If you care to register my Journal you will discover that my family relationship with Jon is rather dissimilar to that of virtually employee and employer, but I have easily come to realise that I have a liveliness that just could not be more satisfying or pleasurable. I love my life and all the piddling risky venture that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a little bit of hair that grows on my legs, I have no body hair's-breadth below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with modest ( ish ), pert breasts that have minuscule aureoles and elephantine nipples. When they're hard Jon says they're like chapel hat nog. I have a nice firm, matted stomach with a pubic bone that does stick out a bit. In my pussy lips I have 2 piddling gold rings that Jon put in me. My button is very prominent and is usually sticking out between my lips. It's about an column inch long with a little round top dog. Jon sometimes calls it my little dick. I don't own any bras, drawers, trousers, leggings or shorts ; and 90 % of my skirts and dresses can be described as miniskirt or micro. I used to be a very shy lady friend, but I've now gone completely the early way, and get a neat thrill from letting other people see my body.

I hope that's enough to satisfy the people who asked.

Jon told me to stop writing my daybook 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 idea for lilliputian adventures or incidents that we could manufacture to stimulate some fun. We've found one or two narrative that appear to be slightly rewritten copies of some of the text in my journal, and one or two that are very like 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 somebody thought our risky venture were in effect enough to simulate. 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 common Jon had more clothes with him than I did ( well he was going to business meetings and I was expecting to spend near of the time by hotel pocket billiards or on a beach ). Jon decided that I would wear just a coating and shoes until we got onto the plane so off we set with Jon driving down to Heathrow. Once the car got warm I had to unfasten my coating and preserve it wide open. No excitement on the journey ( it was dark ), but Jon did get me to render him a blowjob half way down the M40.

No problems going through the airport either, Jon got me to remove my slit rings a few months ago so the metal sensing element didn't have anything to bleep at.

After we'd taken off Jon opened his briefcase and gave me a petty software system. He told me to choose it to the commode and put it on. It contained one of my slim down cotton 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 seat Jon told me to get the coat off before I sat down. As I climbed over Jon to get to my seat ( heart one of three ) the fair sex on the former side of my prat looked at me and I saw her eyebrows rise as I leaned over Jon. I guess that she'd noticed that the top of my dress was hanging down ( it's a bit baggy, especially as I never fasten the top two release ) and she must bear seen my breasts. As I sat down I made sure that my wearing apparel wasn't between my pussy and the bottom. I didn't want to get off the plane with a big wet patch on the back of my dress.

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

It was about 30 hour before Jon gave me the first clap from the vibe. He'd waited until a few minutes after the woman next to me started talking to me again. She was a bit of a snotty bitch who fancied herself. She started telling me about herself and her handmaid, how it was nice 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 rear munition. Both Jon and the adult female asked me if I was all right at the same time. 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 adult female said,"Your married man seems to care for you a lot."Oh, he's not my husband, he's my Master, and yes, he does care 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 striver. I am his, I am devoted to him, and I obey his every command, without hesitation."“ Blimey !"she retorted."That's freaky. Really freaky, I thought I was the lucky one with servant, but to have someone who's a, a submissive, your err. passkey is a very prosperous man. Do you do everything that everyone tells you ?"“ I obey only him."I said."Pity,"she said, looking at me with a rum but blue expression on her face. She was staring at my legs and short dress."So if I were to ask you to do something for me, your overlord wouldn't allow it ?"she said."I obey only my Master,"I repeated,"I'm forbidden, to come to anyone else, or have anyone tactile sensation me unless my lord 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 Methedrine of wine-colored and it wasn't long before I was feeling sleepy. I dozed off and when I woke up the next top two and the merchant ship two push of my apparel weren't fastened, Jon had undone them while I was dreaming about him fucking me on a gorgeous beach with about half a dozen people watching us. There was then only four clitoris left fastened. If it hadn't been for the nates in nominal head of me and the fact that I was in the centre seat of three, I would have had a minor problem of hoi polloi being able-bodied to see my bald pubes.

"I see that your Master ilk to keep you ready for anything,"the fair sex next to me said. I looked at her in a beat way and she continued."The lack of underclothes, I couldn't help but notice when you were sleeping and leaning on your ‘ sea captain ’. It must give been a gracious dream, you were obviously enjoying it."

My pussy was quite wet, and Jon must ingest heard the woman because he switched the vibe on again.

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

The rest of the flight was quite uneventful - unless you call 2 climax as I pretended to catch the film eventful as Jon brought me slowly to, and over the threshold twice. I'm sure that the woman knew what was going on ; she kept giving me these strange, knowing smiles.

It was marvelous getting off the plane into a very warm, placate breeze.

When we arrived at the Hotel it was dandy, very big and posh, our room was on the 15th level and had a majuscule position out to the sea ( looking sideways ). It was late at night so we went straight to bed. Jon let me tantalize him to my 3rd orgasm in the finale 24 hours.

Sunday

Next morning, my birthday, Jon woke me up by playing with my pussy for a while then lifting my legs over his berm and ramming his dick hard into me. I'd woken-up while he'd been fingering me ( fantastic way to wake-up ), but I pretended to be departed right until he rammed into me. There's no way I could sleep through that, and Jon knows that.

It was just a light, cut cotton doll and tight tube top for me to breakfast, and Jon's juices running down my stage and onto the restaurant seat. The skirt is very brusk and low slung, if I pull it down as far as it will go you can see the top of my pubic bone - not that it's easy to severalize cos I don't have any hair there.

After breakfast we went for a long walk, it was large feeling the affectionateness of the sun. Jon had to go and assemble a business client in the good afternoon so I spent it by the hotel kitty. I wore a severe Weasel bikini that Jon got over the internet from Australia that's so small that a Band Aid would hide More. The textile is so thin that you can see the different colour of my tit and it hugs every contour line of my crack and protruding clit.

The atmospheric state round the pool was a bit formal and I didn't feel like going topless, but I did get quite a few looking at in that bikini.

That evening Jon took me to a posh eating place for a big natal day dinner. Candles, wine-colored, the lot. I was wearing nothing but a very lowly, white backless apparel and shoes, the back of the dress is so low cut that you can see the top of the gap of my ass so it was obvious that I had nothing on underneath. I was half expecting Jon to tell me to wear a vibe or Ben Wa or something, but he didn't. Instead he got me drunk and had to half impart me back to the hotel.

Mon

Jon was gone when I woke-up and I grabbed a bottle of water and went out onto the balcony in my usual sleep attire - zip. I sat there for about an hour soaking-up the sun not caring who - if anyone could see me. Later I put on a bikini skirt and top ( no tail end ) and went to a fast food place next doorway for some breakfast before going for a swim in the hotel pool. I'd only gone back to the room to collect a towel, not to put anything else on, so I had the joy of swimming virtually bottomless. The place seemed more loosen and I flashed a dyad of the waiter by lifting my articulatio genus up on the sun lounger as they walked towards me. One server even went round the pool and came back for a second base look. He adjusted the death chair and loungers near my feet so that he could get a longer face. To reward him I opened my legs a bit. I smiled at him as well, but he only saw my lower lips smiling at him.

That good afternoon I decided to go to the hotel gym. I needed to get some recitation, and besides, I'd seen a nice 6 ingroup go in there and I wanted to tease him a bit. I took a pair of Jon's unlined running shorts and a craw top with me to get into. The boxers are way too big for me, so they leave my puss well exposed when I open my pegleg. I managed to have a bit of fun and left the post with a couple 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 soft lounge that we almost disappeared into. My bum was lower than my articulatio genus and as I never cross my peg, just about everyone who walked passed and looked could see my pussy. We got awful service from the same waiter who stared at me by the consortium. poor bloke, his trousers must cause been real uncomfortable that nighttime.

Tuesday

Jon arranged for me to go on one of those sightseeing duty tour. I suppose it was interesting, but a bit oil production at times. By the end of it I was getting a bit fed-up with an old man who kept trying to get near me and refer my leg. I know it was my fault for letting him look up my skirt, I suppose I should have scared him off by saying,"come on then, get it out and be intimate me right here, you've been trying to for long enough,"loud enough for the others to try, 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 hold a lot recollective than he'd expected and he was supposed to be flying over to Havana the next day, but he wouldn't be finished Miami. He had to get some package to a node there and they were having problems with their internet connection and they weren't convinced that they'd manage to download it on time. He'd arranged for me to pick out a copy over there just in case. I was a little unquiet 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 airdrome and wait until about 2 pm when the Santiago flight got in. The client would find me. I'd give him a CD and then beguile the 3:40 pm flight back. When I asked Jon how the man would make love which woman to approach he laughed and told me that there wouldn't be many thin, blond Edward Douglas White Jr. girls there showing draw of frame.

We had a muted night in the hotel bar.

Wednesday

Next daybreak we were up early. Jon told me to wear one of my luminosity, short cotton wool ‘ A'wench and sparse whitened halter-top. The skirt is a low slung one that relies on the sizing of my hips and breadbasket to bide up. I did manage to turn a loss it once when I really held my tummy in when I was in a wearing apparel shop. No one was around so the exploit was wasted - except for knowing that I could do it if I wanted to. I also wore sensitive shoe, sunglasses and my Ben Wa formal ( Jon's order of magnitude ).

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

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

The shortstop flight was uneventful except for the shakiness of the airplane bouncing Ben about a bit. It was a good job that I'd made sure that my wench 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 coffee berry before walking over to the domesticated drome. The main airport was quite courteous, but the domestic aerodrome is a bit of a run-down dump. I wasn't looking forward to the foresighted 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 affair to the serjeant then left.

The sergeant kept me waiting for old age before finally looking up at me. His English language wasn't as good as the safety device who had taken me there. He told me that there was a problem with drug smuggling and that they'd had a tap-off that some drugs would be coming into the country that day. He apologised for interrupting my journey and told me that I must understand that he had to check-out everything unusual and that a beautiful blonde girl, on her own, coming into the state was unusual. He said that he would birth to fulfill 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 sorry, but he'd have to look for me. After being scared a bit by the guard pointing his gun at me I was a bit more relaxed with the prissy sounding, apologetic sergeant. When he said that he'd have to search me I have to admit that I got a short excited and my nipples went hard. I could sense them pushing my top forward. He got up and walked round to me and told me to put my deal on my head and facing pages my legs. He then ran his finger's breadth through my fuzz and then ran his mitt all over the repose of me, and I mean all over me. My teat tingled as he lingered on my chest, and when he ran his hands up my go away leg he stopped dead when he realised that I wasn't wearing any bloomers. He brought his hand up to his face and looked at my twat succus on the side of his mitt for a minute before running his hand up my former leg. This time he lingered at my pussy before putting the palm of his hand on my pubic bone and putting a finger's breadth 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 passport 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 companionship logo on it but the early 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 eyes opened wider and then he said,"There's police about pornography in this country, and you have just broken them."I hadn't a clue what he was talking about until he turned the monitor round so that I could see what he was looking at.

It was a picture of me on our ‘ piece of ass machine ’. For any readers that haven't read percentage 6 of my journal, the ‘ fucking political machine'is a machine that Jon got somebody to make in the vertebral column sleeping accommodation, or ‘ punishment'elbow room at domicile. My hands are tied above my headspring and the machine raises then lowers me onto a dildo over and over again.

About 8 months ago Jon bought a video recording tv camera and taped me on all the machines in the punishment 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 video ended and with a click another telecasting 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 backside and pussy as I counted the strokes out tawdry. At 30 I could clearly try myself moaning with pleasure as I had a fantastical orgasm.

When that picture ended the serjeant looked up at me and said,"Maybe I'd better search you a bit more thoroughly, conduct your top off,"he said. I didn't respond quick enough and he shouted,"Now."He sounded angry and I wasn't about to get him more untune so I took my hired hand off my head, un-tied and removed my top. My nipples were really hard and tingling.

The sergeant stared at me for a while then got up and walked round the desk to me. He stood in figurehead of me then started mauling my tit. He kept pulling and rolling my pap between his pollex and finger. I had a very problem keeping from moaning with pleasure.

After a few minutes of this he stood back and said,"Now the skirt !"What choice did I induce ? My only real business concern was that he might fuck me and give me some horrible disease. Jon doesn't get too upset if men ( or women ) force me to do things just so long as I don't let them get laid me. Not that I would have had much choice 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 au naturel. The sergeant told me to put my hands back on my headway and spread my leg again. Of course of study I did. He then started to slide his workforce all over my backside and kitty. He spent a lot of time feeling my bald pubic cumulation, I guess that he'd never come across one before. Eventually he pushed a finger into me and quickly pulled it out when he felt my Ben Wa Balls."What's that in your cunt ?"he said.

I said,"Ben Wa chunk,"but he just looked blankly at me as told me to take them out. I squatted down and squeezed them out onto the story 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 rupture 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 hired hand and obviously trying to work out what they were for. They were knocking into each other and after about a min or so a smile came on his face and he pushed them back into my pussy.

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

Oh no ! I thought, he's going to fuck me. I was getting scared. I could hear him doing something and it sounded like he was undoing his trouser. I thought ‘ steady yourself missy ’.

The future thing I felt was a finger going into my ass. It waggled circle and pushed quite voiceless into me. Then it came out. A few seconds later I felt a thumb going into my ass and a fingerbreadth going into my pussy. I was then lifted up by that handwriting. That hurt.

He moved me about a bit then pulled his script out and told me to stand up and turn and face him. I then had to spread my legs again and put my hands on my drumhead. He then went one shot to the desk and got out this lump of plastic with 2 metal bars coming out of one end about 2 inch apart. At first I didn't realise what it was, but I soon found out.

He kept me standing there for a duad of minutes before coming up to me and rubbing the twist up and down my front. He was saying something about not wanting woman like me in the country, but I wasn't really listening to him. Every time the gimmick went over my breasts or lower tummy I got a tingling in my nipples and pussy. It wasn't from the twist ; it was just where it was being rubbed. I could find my juices starting to run down the inside of my legs.

Then it happened, the device was on my veracious tit when I got this incredibly strong pain all over. I've had the odd 240-volt blow by chance event at nursing home before, but this was comparable century of times stronger. My knee buckled and I screamed out in pain in the ass. Somehow I managed to stay put on my feet, but I'm not sure how. After the initial pain in the neck my nipple was rock hard and hurting like hell. My puss was responding too, I could feel an climax coming on.

proofreader of my journal will know that hurting is something that gives me pleasure, the more the pain, the more the pleasure.

I looked at the serjeant-at-law and saw the smile on his grimace, and the bulge in his trousers.

The stun gun moved to my left field nipple and I watched and waited. I think I saw his finger make a motion a bit, and then I saw the blue arc of electricity as it jumped from one prong, through my teat then to the other prong. This time I did flop to the floor. The unbelievable pain took me over the edge and I moaned and shook as I had one of the respectable orgasms that I'd had for weeks.

The man just watched me, and when I stopped shaking he told me to stomach 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 duo of hour then came back with another guard.

The new guard had a upright flavor at me then explored my breasts and pussy with his custody. When he touched my mamilla and clitoris I just about came again. My nips were laborious than they've ever been before.

The sergeant told me to lie on my back on the desk. When I was there he told me to put my hands on my forefront, and to open my ramification again. By that metre my pussy was gaping receptive and I could sense their breath inside my golf hole as they bent down for a close look.

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

It hit me. I've never screamed so loud 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 corresponding hr. I vaguely call back seeing the big grin on the two men's faces.

Then it happened again. I thought that Jon's whipstitching had taken me to the limits, but I was wrong. I came over and over again. I was shattered.

The tertiary time it happened I just felt a bit of pain then the next thing I knew I was waking-up in a raft on the base. The two men were still there, but there was a middle-aged woman there as well. I guess that she was their superior as they jumped when she shouted something at them.

The men grabbed my arms and dragged me out of the way and out into the open air. My wrists were tied together and the rophy was slung over a balance beam at the side of meat of the building. I was pulled-up until my feet just touched the ground. circle were tied to my ankle joint and my ramification were pulled apart.

I've spent many hours restrained in that position so I didn't need to try to support my free weight on my feet. I was too knackered anyway. You get used to being having picayune blood going to your hands, and your shoulders get used to the pain.

One of the men got a bucket of water and threw it over me. It felt nice, and it woke me up. The man who spoke English then told me that they didn't have a prison house cellular phone there and that I'd have to stay there until my trajectory out of the country.

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

After a instant or so I started to direct in where I was. I was at the side of meat of some sort of service road to the airport. There was what looked like airport workers walking up and down the road and the odd lorry going passed. The road was about 3 meter from where I was and nearly of the loss mass were looking over towards me. Most just looked and kept walking, but a few stopped for a piece and had a good look.

After about an minute or so some teenagers ( son and girls ) saw me and came over to me. They were talking to each other, but I couldn't understand what they were saying. Eventually one of the boy put a hand on my left tit. When he touched the nipple I winced, it was VERY stamp and still shake hard. His manus pulled back for a back but soon came back, and had a dependable grope. The hand then went down to my pubes and he gave a slight smile as he held my bald pubes. Only for a mo though because it soon went in between my ramification and into my pussy. When he touched my clit I really winced and tried to deplumate back. My button still felt like a burning at the stake football.

They all had a grope of me, even the girls who seemed very concern in my lack of pubic pilus and large clitoris.

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

A yoke of hours later a dirty, scruffy man came up to me. He looked like a drifter, 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 reach my snatch. He didn't appear to sustain the sense ( fortunately ) to realise that he'd have to deliver something to tolerate on to get heights enough.

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

It was a sentry go that I hadn't seen before and he wasn't going to lack the opportunity to have a good grope. He was a bit surprised too when he pushed a fingerbreadth into me and found Ben, but that didn't stop him bringing me snug to cumming them then leaving me frustrated.

By the time the guards 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 bridge player were numb from having hung by my wrists for hours.

Eventually I managed it and they ‘ escorted'me to the external airport and to the check-in. Walking was painful as my button was still very egotistical and sore. After I'd checked-in they saw me through recommendation control then left me. I checked my handbag ; everything was there except for the CD with the videos 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 painful, and it didn't really assist wearing Ben, they only seemed to wee my clitoris swell more. I was very thirsty and booze quite a lot of water 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 phone call from his client. When he'd been unable to encounter me he'd asked around and heard that a blonde, livid little 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 ‘ scathe ’. He assured me that my nipples were all right-hand, just swollen. When he touched them I nearly came because they were still tingling and very sensitive. I did cum when Jon inspected my button and then retrieved Ben. After that he told me to adopt a ‘ cool'bathroom - which didn't help - apart from feeling white again.

It was later ( ish ) that night when Jon took me to a restaurant with me wearing just my red enmesh dress and high gear hound. It was a respectable job that I don't wear underwear as they would deliver been quite obvious. Wearing nothing under it looks a lot more obvious. We got flock of attention from the waiters but I was too tired to enjoy it.

Thursday

Jon let me catch some Z's until 8:00 am. When I woke up the sun was shining, the curtains were wide open and Jon had taken the screen off me. I turned my head and looked out of the window to see a man on a balcony in the hotel contrary. He was staring straight at me.

There was a knock on the door and I heard Jon vociferation 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 doorway in the nude. The looking at on the waiter's aspect was priceless. Jon had ordered breakfast and the waiter wheeled it in and set it up on the table. All the time he kept looking over to me. I just stood and watched, still holding the door wide open.

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

The waiter ran out of things to do to sustain his hitch and walked up to me and held his handwriting 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 view 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 server hadn't even seen him.

After breakfast Jon told me that he'd just got one Sir Thomas More day's workplace before we'd have to go dwelling house. I didn't want to be out in the sun all day because I was still a piddling red from ‘ hanging around'the late day, so Jon told me I could go shopping.

Before he left me for the day, Jon inspected my nipples and button again. They were still swollen and tingling. He told me to wear something soft over my mammilla and keep walk to a minimum so I put on a silky back-less mini-dress with an ‘ A'skirt that's quite low at the rachis.

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

I started in a lingerie shop and bought a slip that I'll be able-bodied to get into as a dress, Ultra short and slightly see-through.

Next I went into a boutique and selected three annulus 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 go down down any second. Of course I had to ask my dress off to try the skirts on and the changing carrell didn't have a mirror in it. It looked as if it did at one prison term because there were fuck that looked as if they'd held a mirror in space once. So, to see what the bird looked like on I had to go out into the primary dress shop are. The offspring fille did a twice take when she saw me, but carried no serving somebody else.

When she'd finished serving that woman she came over to me and asked if I wanted any help. I asked her if she though the skirt looked good on me and watched her center as she said it looked large. Her eyes never even looked at the skirt ; they were glued to my puff up nipples. I have to admit, my mamilla are big ( not like the balance of my titty ) at the honorable of times, but they were like Jon's riffle closing 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 straightaway thought I said,"Yes"and she followed me into the kiosk. Before she's closed the curtain I dropped the bird 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 girl stared at me again, this time down at my bald pussy. I let her for a few moment before asking her to blow over me one of the other doll. She woke-up again, said sorry, and got one for me. To cave in the silence I told her that I never wear underclothing and hoped that she didn't creative thinker. She said no, and told me that she didn't either. And just to prove it, she lifted her bird at the nominal head to reveal a nicely trimmed scrub."a good deal nicer being free isn't it ?"she said."Absolutely"I replied.

I gave her the skirt back and asked her to put in on me for me, she seemed a little surprised, but unfastened it and bent down holding it open for me to step into it. As I did she saw my swollen clitoris and said,"That looks painful."“ It is"I said,"it needs some TLC"wondering if she'd volunteer. She didn't and when both legs were in she slit the skirt up to my hips. The skirt fastened at the front and her soft easy paw felt good on my stomach as she slowly fastened it. I slid it down onto my hip 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 crown on a rack.

The missy 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 fastening and pulled it down on my hips again."Oops !"I said as the chick slid too far down my articulatio coxae and down to the base. Needless to say I didn't rush after it, in fact I looked over at the man and the girl to get sure that they were looking before I stepped out of it and bent ( at the waist ) to find fault it up. The man got a great view of my twat and I felt a bit of a rush of succus as I looked between my ramification to keep an eye on him watching me.

I picked the skirt up and walked back into the cubicle, and turned to look on the girl following me, and the man staring at me.

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

I bought the first chick that I tried-on, it felt good, looked well, could easily blow out up in the wind, and could easily be adjusted so that it wouldn't take much for it to accrue down.

From there I went for a coffee bean at a café in unresolved arena of mall. I sat there right next to where great deal of mass were walking towards me. I never cross my legs, but with my painful swollen clitoris I needed to collapse it plenty of room so that it didn't detriment more. I noticed one old man go round three multiplication to get to see more. When I saw him coming the third gear clip 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 cup of coffee bean before I finally moved on.

Next I decided to go up and down the escalator a few times. I wanted to give a few men's ballock ache and maybe get a few wet patched on the strawman of their trouser.

I know, I'm a real tease.

I spotted one man following me up a couple of times ; he had this bag that had hanker handles so the bag was nearly on the trading floor. I thought I saw a video television camera pointing up out of it so I thought I'd induce his efforts worthwhile. I timed it so that I was right in figurehead of him as we got onto the moving staircase then stood with my understructure about a base apart. Half way up I lifted my left metrical unit up a whole tone and leaned forward to rub my metrical foot. I looked back down my side and saw the bag virtually in between my legs. I saw a red light in the bag as well.

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

Next it was the obligatory horseshoe shop. There's no way I can go shopping without flashing my pussy to some favourable manful brake shoe workshop helper, and by that time it was a very damp pussy. I waited around just looking until this unseasoned 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 clock time I left he was as close to cumming as I was.

I was dying for a good fuck so I got a hack back to the hotel and went up to our room to expect 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 ingest him. It still hurt when Jon caressed my nipples and clit.

We had a quiet night in the hotel restaurant and bar that night.

Fri

Jon inspected my nipples 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 orbit. After he shot his load into me and gone lenient, he pulled out and slapped my fundament.

We went down for breakfast with me in a little halter-top and short bird with our juices running down the insides of my legs.

After breakfast Jon told me we were going for a walk. I had to go and change into what is basically 3 rectangles of material. The one that goes over my breasts is held with 2 corduroys, one round my neck and the other circle my body, a bit like a two-piece top, but totally indispose. The former 2 rectangles cover my bum and pussy. A cord goes flesh out my coxa to harbor them in place. When Jon got me to wee-wee it he got me to admit a detachable electric cord that goes in between my legs to the bum of the rectangles. It's to intercept the front or back blowing rightfield up. As it turned out that cord stopped a few multitude seeing my bum and pussy because it was quite windy that day. Jon also got me to take a pair of lowly towels - just in case.

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

There was no way that I could strip au naturel and go swimming, not there, so I had to swim wearing what I had on. The weewee was cold at number one, 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 opinion 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 time getting close to me and swimming round and under me that I decided to look to see what he could see. Imagine 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 ages, but he wasn't going to tell me.

We carried on swimming and messing about for a spell longer until the man got bored and left. Then Jon took me to a shallower bit and fucked me.

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

Jon got out of the water and was getting dry while I stayed in waiting for thing to get a bit quieter. Eventually I decided that I'd have to make a move. There was this nice hunk walking down the amnionic fluid edge on his own. I stood up and walked straight passed him to Jon. His face 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 left hand would be able to see that I was naked under it. And with me not being able-bodied to tie it there was a great peril that it would fall down anyway.

Jon decided to get a hack back to the hotel and the driver had a unspoiled facial expression as I got in. At the hotel the doorman got a real eyeful when he opened my door. In the lift Jon took the towel off me and gave me the flipper to carry. I had to walk all along the corridor to our room totally naked except for 2 twain of flipper. A middle-aged duo looked really surprised when they came out of their room right in front of me.

We were on an evening escape back to the UK so after a shower Jon told me to get us packed. Jon left me in reception while he went and bought something. When he came back with zilch 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 honorable chance of getting though in the post rather than us carrying it. He said that they're illegal in the UK.

There was no trouble in the airport because Jon told be to post Ben in my bag. No metal detector problems. Once we cleared security measure I had to put them in. I was pleased because the low vibrations of the flight continue me excited.

The flying was nearly empty-bellied and we settled in a windowpane ass. After some intellectual nourishment and drink I leaned over and dozed off with my nous on Jon's lap. When I woke-up I had a blanket over me, Jon told me that he'd got a stewardess, gloomy cabin crew person, to get one for me. It was so quiet, and Ben had been at work, so I got Jon's dick out and take my mouth.

After a duo of minute of arc Jon decided that we should reincarnate our membership of the mile high club. I don't think that anyone saw us go into the potty but as we were walking back to our tail end a stewardess walked passed us and gave me that ‘ knowing smile ’. In the toilet 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 forgotten that I was wearing Ben. He didn't hurt himself and quickly put his finger in and got them out. The surprise hadn't cooled him down and he came quite quickly.

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

It was the Sunday before my nips and clit were back down to their formula size and the stun gun arrived the following Midweek. Jon keeps it on presentation in the penalty 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 surfactant.

That was my inaugural experience of America ( and Cuba ) ; I hope Jon takes me back there soon. I also hope that Jon gets me to write about more of our adventure soon ; it's dainty remembering them and getting turn on as I write all the details.

sexual love

Vanessa