foundation

Hi, my name is Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound figure with blondish whisker. In 1998 I quit my boring beingness in a little town in north Wales and went to go as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East Midlands of England. It was a braw decision to pass water as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advert in a BDSM powder magazine that someone had left in the stylist where I worked. I didn't really screw what I was letting myself in for, but I really did require to do something because my life was so dingy and oil production. Even the audience for the job was unbelievable, but I was so dire to change my lifespan 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 indite a Journal of my new liveliness, and he has since created a web site that it is published on.

If you care to register my diary you will discover that my relationship with Jon is rather different to that of most employee and employer, but I have easily come to realise that I have a life that just could not be more satisfying or pleasurable. I love my life and all the fiddling adventures that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a short bit of hair that grows on my pegleg, I have no body whisker below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with humble ( ish ), pert boob that have humble nimbus and gargantuan mamilla. When they're heavy Jon says they're like chapel service hat leg. I have a Nice firm, unconditional stomach with a pubic osseous tissue that does stick out a bit. In my pussy lips I have 2 small gold rings that Jon put in me. My clit is very prominent and is usually sticking out between my lips. It's about an inch long with a little round head. Jon sometimes calls it my little dick. I don't own any bra, knickers, pant, legging or shorts ; and 90 % of my dame and dresses can be described as mini or micro. I used to be a very shy girl, but I've now gone completely the early way, and get a great thrill from letting other people see my body.

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

Jon told me to block writing my diary in the summer of 1999, but has recently asked me to document, some of the more interesting experiences that we have had since then.

Both Jon and I have been scouring the internet looking for ideas for little adventures or incidents that we could cook up to have some fun. We've found one or two stories that appear to be slightly rewritten copies of some of the text in my daybook, and one or two that are very standardised to some of the dangerous undertaking that we've had and that I've written about in my diary. At first I was a bit vex about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that mortal thought our adventures were good enough to copy. I've started thinking that way as well.

Me on CD in Cuban capital

Right, Jon had to go to Miami on business organisation ( computing machine software system ). It was a bit of a haste 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 wearing apparel with him than I did ( well he was going to business coming together and I was expecting to spend most of the time by hotel puddle or on a beach ). Jon decided that I would wear just a coat and shoe until we got onto the airplane so off we set with Jon driving down to Heathrow. Once the car got warm I had to unfasten my pelage and keep it widely open. No excitement on the journey ( it was dark ), but Jon did get me to generate him a blowjob one-half way down the M40.

No problems going through the airport either, Jon got me to get rid of my pussy anchor ring 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 minuscule package. He told me to study it to the sewer and put it on. It contained one of my thin 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 keister Jon told me to take the coat off before I sat down. As I climbed over Jon to get to my ass ( middle one of three ) the woman on the other position of my seat 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 wearing apparel was hanging down ( it's a bit baggy, especially as I never fasten the top two buttons ) and she must have seen my chest. As I sat down I made sure that my dress wasn't between my cunt and the nates. I didn't want to get off the plane with a big wet patch on the back of my dress.

The womanhood 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 comfortable 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 bit after the woman next to me started talking to me again. She was a bit of a stuck-up bitch who fancied herself. She started telling me about herself and her servants, how it was decent 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 arms. Both Jon and the womanhood asked me if I was all right at the Lapplander time. Jon went on to ask me if he could get anything for me. Not thinking too well I said,"No, I'm OK than you Master."

After a few seconds the woman said,"Your married man seems to wish for you a lot."Oh, he's not my married man, he's my master key, 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 slave. I am his, I am devoted to him, and I obey his every statement, without hesitation."“ Blimey !"she retorted."That's freaky. Really bizarre, I thought I was the favorable one with handmaiden, but to ingest somebody who's a, a submissive, 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 laughable but spicy expression on her cheek. She was staring at my legs and short dress."So if I were to ask you to do something for me, your master key wouldn't allow it ?"she said."I obey only my captain,"I repeated,"I'm forbidden, to stir anyone else, or have anyone touch me unless my headmaster tells me to it."

Just then Jon interrupted and asked me if I wanted a drinkable. 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 vibration 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 next top two and the hindquarters two buttons of my dress weren't fastened, Jon had undone them while I was dreaming about him fucking me on a gorgeous beach with about half a dozen mass watching us. There was then only four buttons left fastened. If it hadn't been for the bum in figurehead of me and the fact that I was in the eye seat of three, I would have had a tiddler problem of people being able to see my bald pubes.

"I see that your sea captain likes to keep open you fix for anything,"the woman next to me said. I looked at her in a puzzled way and she continued."The lack of underclothing, I couldn't helper but bill when you were sleeping and leaning on your ‘ schoolmaster ’. It must let been a decent dream, you were obviously enjoying it."

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

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

The sleep of the flight was quite uneventful - unless you call 2 orgasms as I pretended to watch out the film consequential as Jon brought me slowly to, and over the verge twice. I'm sure that the woman knew what was going on ; she kept giving me these strange, knowing smiles.

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

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

Sunday

Next break of the day, my birthday, Jon woke me up by playing with my puss for a while then lifting my pegleg over his shoulder joint and ramming his dick hard into me. I'd woken-up while he'd been fingering me ( grotesque way to wake-up ), but I pretended to be numb right until he rammed into me. There's no way I could sleep through that, and Jon knows that.

It was just a luminance, lose weight cotton fiber skirt and tight tube top for me to breakfast, and Jon's succus running down my stage and onto the eating place seat. The dame is very unawares and low slung, if I pull it down as far as it will go you can see the top of my os pubis - not that it's easy to recite cos I don't have any haircloth there.

After breakfast we went for a long walk of life, it was neat feeling the lovingness of the sun. Jon had to go and come across a stage business client in the good afternoon so I spent it by the hotel kitty. I wore a Wicked Weasel bikini that Jon got over the internet from Australia that's so lowly that a Band Aid would cover more. The cloth is so cut that you can see the different colouration of my pap and it hugs every contour line of my crack and protruding clit.

The atmosphere round the pool was a bit evening gown and I didn't feel like going topless, but I did get quite a few looks in that bikini.

That evening Jon took me to a posh restaurant for a big natal day dinner. Candles, wine-colored, the lot. I was wearing nix but a very little, white backless attire 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 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 inebriate and had to half extend me back to the hotel.

Monday

Jon was gone when I woke-up and I grabbed a nursing bottle of piss and went out onto the balcony in my common sleep attire - nothing. I sat there for about an time of day soaking-up the sun not caring who - if anyone could see me. Later I put on a bikini chick and top ( no behind ) and went to a fasting solid food station next door for some breakfast before going for a swimming in the hotel pocket billiards. I'd only gone back to the room to collect a towel, not to put anything else on, so I had the pleasure of swimming virtually bottomless. The place seemed more loose and I flashed a twain of the waiters by lifting my genu up on the sun lounger as they walked towards me. One server even went round the pool and came back for a second look. He adjusted the electric chair and loungers near my feet so that he could get a longer look. To repay him I opened my wooden leg a bit. I smiled at him as well, but he only saw my lower sassing smiling at him.

That afternoon I decided to go to the hotel gym. I needed to get some practice session, and besides, I'd seen a nice 6 pack go in there and I wanted to tease him a bit. I took a duet of Jon's unlined running shorts and a harvest top with me to hold out. The shorts are way too big for me, so they leave my pussy well exposed when I open my leg. I managed to have a bit of fun and left the piazza with a couplet of men with gibbosity in their shorts.

That evening we had dinner in the hotel and then stayed in the hotel bar. We sat on this orotund very soft sofa that we almost disappeared into. My bum was lower than my genu and as I never cross my stage, just about everyone who walked passed and looked could see my puss. We got amazing service from the Saame waiter who stared at me by the pond. Poor bloke, his trousers must take been tangible uncomfortable that dark.

Tuesday

Jon arranged for me to go on one of those sightseeing tours. I suppose it was interesting, but a bit boring 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 touch my leg. I know it was my flaw for letting him look up my annulus, 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 trouble, the job there was going to take a lot longer than he'd expected and he was supposed to be flying over to capital of Cuba the succeeding day, but he wouldn't be finished Miami. He had to get some software system to a client there and they were having problem with their internet association and they weren't convinced that they'd manage to download it on time. He'd arranged for me to take a copy over there just in case. I was a little aflutter as I'd never flown on my own, nor been to a strange 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 airport and delay until about 2 pm when the capital of Chile escape got in. The node would find me. I'd give him a CD and then catch the 3:40 pm escape back. When I asked Jon how the man would know which adult female to approach he laughed and told me that there wouldn't be many slight, blond white female child there showing lots of flesh.

We had a subdued night in the hotel bar.

Wednesday

Next sunrise we were up early. Jon told me to wear one of my light, short cotton ‘ A'chick and thin white halter-top. The wench is a low slung one that relies on the size of my pelvis and stomach to stay up. I did finagle to drop off it once when I really held my belly in when I was in a dress shop. No one was around so the effort was wasted - except for knowing that I could do it if I wanted to. I also wore sensible shoes, shades and my Ben Wa testis ( Jon's orders ).

After breakfast Jon gave me my tickets, the CD, some money, and put me in a taxi to the airport. Before he shut the hack door he gave both my nipples a tweak and said,"Don't get your white 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 tingle between my legs.

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

The short flight was uneventful except for the shaking of the airplane bouncing Ben about a bit. It was a in force job that I'd made sure that my skirt wasn't between my kitty-cat and the seat.

It was still early when I got to Havana so I went to a bite bar and had a coffee before walking over to the domestic airport. The independent airport was quite courteous, but the domestic airport is a bit of a run-down dump. I wasn't looking forward to the tenacious wait.

I was wandering around looking for somewhere to sit down and wait when I was approached by a protection 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-at-law, working on a PC. The guard duty who took me there said some thing to the sergeant-at-law then left.

The sergeant kept me waiting for historic period before finally looking up at me. His English wasn't as good as the safeguard 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 nation that day. He apologised for interrupting my journey and told me that I must empathise that he had to check-out everything strange and that a beautiful blonde daughter, on her own, coming into the land was unusual. He said that he would experience to satisfy 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 seek me. After being scared a bit by the sentry duty pointing his gun at me I was a bit more relaxed with the nice sounding, apologetic sergeant. When he said that he'd have to search me I have to accommodate that I got a footling agitate and my mamilla went hard. I could feel them pushing my top forward. He got up and walked round to me and told me to put my hands on my foreland and spread my legs. He then ran his fingers through my haircloth and then ran his men all over the rest of me, and I mean all over me. My tit tingled as he lingered on my breasts, and when he ran his manus up my exit leg he stopped dead when he realised that I wasn't wearing any knickers. He brought his deal up to his human face and looked at my pussy juice on the incline of his hand for a minute before running his hand up my other leg. This prison term he lingered at my twat before putting the decoration of his handwriting on my pubic bone and putting a finger slightly inside me. I shuddered and nearly came but he removed his hand 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 company logo on it but the other only had the varsity letter ‘ V'written on it."What's on this ?"the sergeant asked. I told him that I didn't know ( which was admittedly ), and after a few s 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 law of nature 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 reminder round so that I could see what he was looking at.

It was a video of me on our ‘ nooky simple machine ’. For any readers that haven't read part 6 of my daybook, the ‘ fucking political machine'is a machine that Jon got mortal to build in the dorsum bedroom, or ‘ punishment'room at home base. My hands are tied above my drumhead and the automobile raises then lower berth me onto a dildo over and over again.

About 8 months ago Jon bought a video television camera and taped me on all the machines in the punishment way, 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 transcript to people.

As I watched, the video ended and with a click another video recording started. This one was of me spread on the whipping-T with Jon administering a fountainhead deserved, and gratefully received whipping. We watched Jon whipping my backside and kitty as I counted the strokes out flash. At 30 I could clearly hear myself moaning with pleasure as I had a wonderful orgasm.

When that video ended the serjeant-at-law looked up at me and said,"Maybe I'd better search you a bit more good, take up 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 broken so I took my hands 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 front of me then started mauling my tit. He kept pulling and rolling my teat between his thumb and finger. I had a real problem keeping from moaning with pleasure.

After a few minutes of this he stood back and said,"Now the chick !"What choice did I make ? My only real vexation was that he might fuck me and reach 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 fuck me. Not that I would bear had a great deal 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 bare. The sergeant told me to put my workforce back on my head teacher and spread my legs again. Of course I did. He then started to slide his men all over my backside 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 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 Balls,"but he just looked blankly at me as told me to take them out. I squatted down and squeezed them out onto the floor before standing up again. He picked them up, smelt them then squeezed them. He then threw one of them back onto the floor. When it didn't fracture 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 handwriting and obviously trying to work out what they were for. They were knocking into each former and after about a mo 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 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 groan and shuddered as I orgasmed. After he'd had plenty with his finger he pulled it out and stood back."Bend over the desk,"he said.

Oh no ! I thought, he's going to bonk me. I was getting affright. I could hear him doing something and it sounded like he was undoing his trousers. I thought ‘ brace yourself lady friend ’.

The next thing I felt was a fingerbreadth going into my ass. It waggled turn and pushed quite hard 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 deal. That scathe.

He moved me about a bit then pulled his paw out and told me to remain firm up and turn and face him. I then had to overspread my pegleg again and put my hands on my head. He then went round to the desk and got out this lubber of plastic with 2 metal BAR coming out of one end about 2 inches apart. At first I didn't realise what it was, but I soon found out.

He kept me standing there for a couple of minutes before coming up to me and rubbing the device up and down my front. He was saying something about not wanting women like me in the body politic, but I wasn't really listening to him. Every time the device went over my breasts or lower stomach I got a tingling in my nipples and pussy. It wasn't from the device ; it was just where it was being rubbed. I could experience my juice starting to run down the inside of my legs.

Then it happened, the gimmick was on my the right way pap when I got this incredibly strong annoyance all over. I've had the odd 240-volt shock by chance event at rest home before, but this was like one C of prison term unassailable. My human knee buckled and I screamed out in pain. Somehow I managed to appease on my invertebrate foot, but I'm not sure how. After the initial bother my mamilla was rock hard and hurting like perdition. My pussy was responding too, I could find an orgasm coming on.

proofreader of my journal will make out that painfulness is something that gives me pleasure, the more the pain, the to a greater extent the pleasure.

I looked at the sergeant and saw the smiling on his face, and the bulge in his trousers.

The stun gun moved to my left pap and I watched and waited. I think I saw his finger prompt a bit, and then I saw the blue arc of electricity as it jumped from one prong, through my nipple then to the other prong. This time I did prostration to the floor. The incredible painful sensation took me over the edge and I moaned and shook as I had one of the best sexual climax 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 duo of minutes then came back with another guard.

The new guard had a good look at me then explored my tit and kitty-cat with his hands. When he touched my tit and button I just about came again. My nips were harder than they've ever been before.

The serjeant told me to lie on my rachis on the desk. When I was there he told me to put my hands on my head, and to open up my legs again. By that time my pussy was gaping out-of-doors and I could palpate their breath inside my hole as they bent down for a close look.

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

It hit me. I've never screamed so forte and cum so hard. My clit felt like it was a burning lead-in football. I'm sure that I was squirting cum out over the desk. I was shaking and sweating for what seemed like minute. 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 limits, but I was wrongfulness. I came over and over again. I was shattered.

The third time it happened I just felt a bit of annoyance then the future thing I knew I was waking-up in a hatful on the floor. The two men were still there, but there was a middle-aged cleaning lady there as well. I guess that she was their higher-up as they jumped when she shouted something at them.

The men grabbed my arms and dragged me out of the room and out into the open air. My wrists were tied together and the rope was slung over a shaft at the English of the building. I was pulled-up until my feet just touched the ground. circle were tied to my ankle and my legs were pulled apart.

I've spent many hours restrained in that position so I didn't need to try to support my weight on my understructure. I was too knackered anyway. You get used to being having piddling profligate going to your hands, and your berm 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 electric cell there and that I'd have to bide there until my flight out of the country.

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

After a minute or so I started to take on in where I was. I was at the side of some form of service road to the drome. There was what looked like airport workers walking up and down the road and the odd lorry going passed. The route was about 3 measure from where I was and almost of the departure people were looking over towards me. virtually just looked and kept walking, but a few stopped for a while and had a good look.

After about an time of day or so some stripling ( boy and missy ) 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 deal on my pass on tit. When he touched the tit I winced, it was VERY tender and still rock hard. His hand pulled back for a second but soon came back, and had a safe grope. The mitt then went down to my os pubis and he gave a flimsy smiling as he held my bald loins. Only for a indorse though because it soon went in between my ramification and into my pussy. When he touched my clit I really winced and tried to pull back. My clit still felt like a burning football.

They all had a grope of me, even the girls who seemed very worry in my lack of pubic hair's-breadth and declamatory button.

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

A couple of hours later a dirty, scruffy man came up to me. He looked like a vagabond, and a slightly retarded one at that. He had a beneficial grope as well, and even got his dick out and tried to get it to reach my pussy. He didn't appear to give birth the sensory faculty ( fortunately ) to realise that he'd have to have something to digest on to get high enough.

After a few minutes he gave up and wandered off, much to the entertainment of one of the sentry go who came out to fit on me.

It was a guard that I hadn't seen before and he wasn't going to miss the opportunity to have a honest grope. He was a bit surprised too when he pushed a finger's breadth into me and found Ben, but that didn't stop him bringing me close 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 wearing apparel and told me to put them on. It was a bit hard because my subdivision and handwriting 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 clit was still very swollen and sore. After I'd checked-in they saw me through pass ascendance then left me. I checked my handbag ; everything was there except for the CD with the videos on. I guess that it ( and copy 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 help wearing Ben, they only seemed to make my clitoris swell more. I was very athirst and toast quite a lot of urine and beer on the flight.

When I got back to the hotel Jon was waiting in receipt for me. He knew something was wrong because he'd had a phone birdsong from his client. When he'd been unable to regain me he'd asked around and heard that a blonde, white young lady 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 raw. I did cum when Jon inspected my clit and then retrieved Ben. After that he told me to take a ‘ cool'bath - which didn't assistant - apart from feeling clean and jerk again.

It was late ( ish ) that Nox when Jon took me to a eating place with me wearing just my red enmesh dress and gamy heels. It was a good job that I don't clothing underclothing as they would have been quite obvious. Wearing nothing under it looks a lot more obvious. We got lots of aid from the waiters but I was too tired to revel it.

Thursday

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

There was a knock on the room access and I heard Jon shout from the bath."Get that please V."I quickly looked for a robe or something but everything was put away. ‘ What the inferno !'I thought and opened the threshold in the nude. The looking at on the server's face 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 Whitney Moore Young Jr. couple 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 extend 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 panorama 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. I didn't want to be out in the sun all day because I was still a petty red from ‘ hanging around'the former day, so Jon told me I could go shopping.

Before he left me for the day, Jon inspected my nipple and clit again. They were still swollen and tingling. He told me to wear out something soft over my teat and sustain walking to a lower limit so I put on a silky back-less mini-dress with an ‘ A'skirt that's quite low at the back.

I went for a taxicab and asked to be taken to the nighest plaza that had lots of clothes workshop. It didn't take long and I was soon slowly walking through the shopping mall getting a measure for what was there. Wow, Miami has some bang-up shop, and just about everything I saw was cheaper than in the UK.

I started in a lingerie shop and bought a cutting that I'll be able-bodied to put on 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 case that you can easily conform the ‘ waist'so that they feel as if they are about to decrease down any second. Of course of action I had to subscribe to my apparel 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 time because there were screws that looked as if they'd held a mirror in property once. So, to see what the skirts looked like on I had to go out into the master dress shop are. The Lester Willis Young girl did a dual return when she saw me, but carried no serving somebody else.

When she'd finished serving that charwoman she came over to me and asked if I wanted any help. I asked her if she though the chick looked good on me and watched her center as she said it looked great. Her optic never even looked at the chick ; they were glued to my tumefy nipples. I have to admit, my pap are big ( not like the residual of my knocker ) at the outdo of times, but they were like Jon's thumb final stage 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 independent shop expanse 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 supporter. After a agile cerebration I said,"Yes"and she followed me into the kiosk. Before she's closed the curtain I dropped the dame 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 girlfriend stared at me again, this time down at my bald pussy. I let her for a few bit before asking her to pass me one of the former dame. She woke-up again, said sorry, and got one for me. To break the muteness I told her that I never wear underwear and hoped that she didn't mind. She said no, and told me that she didn't either. And just to bear witness it, she lifted her bird at the battlefront to reveal a nicely trimmed Dubyuh."Much nicer being free people 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 turn down holding it outdoors for me to ill-use 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 peg were in she slit the dame up to my hip. The skirt fastened at the front and her soft assuage men felt good on my tum as she slowly fastened it. I slid it down onto my rosehip 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 crest on a rack.

The girl followed me and watched as I smoothed the stuff 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 annulus slid too far down my hip and down to the floor. phonograph needle to say I didn't rush after it, in fact I looked over at the man and the young lady to spend a penny sure as shooting that they were looking before I stepped out of it and bent ( at the waist ) to foot it up. The man got a great view of my pussy and I felt a bit of a rush of juice as I looked between my legs to watch him watching me.

I picked the annulus up and walked back into the kiosk, and turned to watch the girl following me, and the man staring at me.

I tried-on the tierce skirt with the girlfriend fiddling round the top of the go of my ass to secure it. I didn't like that one so I took it off and I put my frock back on. The man looked a bit disappointed when I appeared with my dress on.

I bought the first skirt that I tried-on, it felt proficient, looked in effect, could easily blow up in the wind, and could easily be adjusted so that it wouldn't take much for it to fall down.

From there I went for a coffee at a café in opened area of center. I sat there decently next to where bunch of people were walking towards me. I never cross my legs, but with my atrocious swollen clit I needed to present it spate of room so that it didn't hurt more. I noticed one old man go round three prison term to get to see to a greater extent. When I saw him coming the thirdly time I deliberately opened my branch wider so that he really could see everything. I think I made that old man's day. I had three cups of coffee before I finally moved on.

Next I decided to go up and down the escalator a few prison term. I wanted to clear a few men's globe aching and maybe get a few wet patched on the front of their trouser.

I know, I'm a real tease.

I spotted one man following me up a couple of sentence ; he had this bag that had long handles so the bag was nearly on the level. I thought I saw a video television camera pointing up out of it so I thought I'd arrive at his attempt worthwhile. I timed it so that I was right in nominal head of him as we got onto the escalator then stood with my feet about a foot apart. Half way up I lifted my left foot up a step and leaned forward to rub my foot. I looked back down my English 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 moving stairway I went to a shop windowpane and stood looking in, with my feet well apart. I felt the bag clash against my feet but didn't move. Eventually I saw him walk away ; I guess he was proud of with his efforts.

Next it was the obligatory shoe workshop. There's no way I can go shopping without flashing my twat to some prosperous male skid shop assistant, and by that time it was a very muffle cunt. I waited around just looking until this young man was destitute. As he walked over to me I could see him looking me up and down. I didn't disappoint him and by the prison term I left he was as stuffy to cumming as I was.

I was dying for a in force roll in the hay so I got a taxi back to the hotel and went up to our room to look for Jon. Fortunately I didn't have to waitress long and Jon was just as keen to make me on the balcony as I was to stimulate him. It still hurt when Jon caressed my nipples and clit.

We had a quiet nighttime in the hotel restaurant 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 fanny.

We went down for breakfast with me in a short halter-top and curt skirt 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 transfer into what is basically 3 rectangles of material. The one that goes over my breasts is held with 2 cords, one round my cervix and the other turn my body, a bit like a two-piece top, but totally unfit. The early 2 rectangles cover my bum and kitty. A cord goes round my hips to hold them in piazza. When Jon got me to make it he got me to include a detachable cord that goes in between my ramification to the bottom of the rectangles. It's to stop the front or back blowing rightfield up. As it turned out that cord stopped a few people seeing my bum and pussy because it was quite airy that day. Jon also got me to postulate a couple of diminished towels - just in case.

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

There was no way that I could unclothe nude and go swimming, not there, so I had to swim wearing what I had on. The water was cold at start, 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 bare 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 time getting close to me and swimming round and under me that I decided to attend to see what he could see. Imagine my surprise when I realised that all 3 rectangles had gone. Apart from the mask and fin I was naked. I swam over to Jon and asked him if he knew. He told me that I'd been like that for old age, but he wasn't going to severalize 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 shorts and shirt but he said"no."

Jon got out of the water supply 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 relocation. There was this nice hunk walking down the body of water edge on his own. I stood up and walked straight passed him to Jon. His boldness was a moving-picture show. Jon was just amused by it.

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

Jon decided to get a cab back to the hotel and the driver had a unspoiled look as I got in. At the hotel the doorman got a tangible eyeful when he opened my doorway. In the lift Jon took the towel off me and gave me the flipper to expect. I had to walk all along the corridor to our room totally au naturel except for 2 pairs of fin. A middle-aged couple looked really surprised when they came out of their room rightfield in front of me.

We were on an evening flight 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 amend 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 airport because Jon told be to carry Ben in my bag. No alloy demodulator problems. Once we cleared security I had to put them in. I was pleased because the low vibe of the flight hold open me excited.

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

After a couple of minutes Jon decided that we should renew our membership of the mi mellow club. I don't think that anyone saw us go into the sewer but as we were walking back to our seats a stewardess walked passed us and gave me that ‘ knowing smile ’. In the toilet Jon lifted me up straight away and opened my peg. Before I knew it he was pushing his dick into me. Problem was he'd blank out that I was wearing Ben. He didn't scathe himself and quickly put his digit in and got them out. The surprise hadn't cooled him down and he came quite quickly.

The tail was quite wet by the clip we landed at Heathrow.

It was the William Ashley Sunday before my nips and clitoris were back down to their normal size of it and the stun gun arrived the following Midweek. Jon keeps it on showing in the punishment 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 wetting agent.

That was my first experience of America ( and Republic of Cuba ) ; I hope Jon takes me back there soon. I also hope that Jon gets me to write about Sir Thomas More of our adventure soon ; it's courteous remembering them and getting mad as I write all the details.

Love

Vanessa