Introduction

Hi, my name is Vanessa. I was born in Dec 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound figure with blondish fuzz. In 1998 I quit my drilling existence in a small town in Frederick North welt and went to work as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East Midland of England. It was a fearless decision to make as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job ad in a BDSM magazine that person had left in the styler where I worked. I didn't really know what I was letting myself in for, but I really did need to do something because my life was so grim and boring. Even the consultation for the job was improbable, but I was so dire to transfer 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 living, and he has since created a web web site that it is published on.

If you care to interpret my Journal you will divulge that my relationship with Jon is rather different to that of nearly employee and employer, but I have easily come to realise that I have a life that just could not be more hearty or pleasurable. I love my living and all the little escapade that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a trivial bit of hair that grows on my legs, I have no torso hair below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with little ( ish ), saucy breasts that have small aureoles and giant mammilla. When they're hard Jon says they're like chapel hat nog. I have a gracious firm, unconditional stomach with a pubic ivory that does stick out a bit. In my pussy sassing I have 2 short gold rings that Jon put in me. My clit is very large and is usually sticking out between my sass. It's about an inch long with a little round head. Jon sometimes calls it my petty putz. I don't own any bandeau, knickers, trouser, leg covering or shorts ; and 90 % of my skirt and dresses can be described as mini or micro. I used to be a very shy little girl, but I've now gone completely the former way, and get a great quiver from letting other people see my body.

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

Jon told me to lay off writing my journal in the summer of 1999, but has recently asked me to document, some of the more matter to experiences that we have had since then.

Both Jon and I have been scouring the Internet looking for ideas for trivial risky venture or incidents that we could manufacture to have some fun. We've found one or two stories that appear to be slightly rewritten copy of some of the textual matter in my diary, and one or two that are very similar to some of the escapade that we've had and that I've written about in my daybook. At showtime I was a bit annoyed about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that someone thought our adventures were good enough to re-create. I've started thinking that way as well.

Me on CD in Havana

rightfulness, Jon had to go to Miami on business ( computer software program ). It was a bit of a induce 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 clientele get together and I was expecting to expend most of the fourth dimension by hotel syndicate or on a beach ). Jon decided that I would assume just a coat and shoes until we got onto the airplane so off we set with Jon driving down to Heathrow. Once the car got fond I had to unfasten my coating and keep it wide unresolved. No excitement on the journeying ( it was colored ), but Jon did get me to present him a blowjob half way down the M40.

No problems going through the airdrome either, Jon got me to remove my pussy gang a few calendar month ago so the metal demodulator didn't have anything to bleep at.

After we'd taken off Jon opened his briefcase and gave me a little package. He told me to strike it to the toilet and put it on. It contained one of my thin cotton wool mini-dresses and one of my remote control controlled vibe. As I put that in I got a bit wet with the prediction of what I was expecting Jon to do to me without actually touching me. As I got back to my tail end Jon told me to take the coating off before I sat down. As I climbed over Jon to get to my arse ( midriff one of three ) the womanhood on the early side of my seat looked at me and I saw her eyebrows advance as I leaned over Jon. I guess that she'd noticed that the top of my clothes was hanging down ( it's a bit baggy, especially as I never fasten the top two clitoris ) and she must have seen my breasts. As I sat down I made sure that my dress wasn't between my snatch and the seat. I didn't want to get off the airplane with a big wet temporary hookup on the cover of my dress.

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

It was about 30 minutes before Jon gave me the first off blast from the vibe. He'd waited until a few transactions 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 servant, how it was nice to get them to run around after her. When Jon switched the vibration on it caught me by surprise a bit and I gasped and grabbed the seat arms. Both Jon and the fair sex asked me if I was all right at the same metre. Jon went on to ask me if he could get anything for me. Not thinking too well I said,"No, I'm very well than you Master."

After a few seconds the adult female said,"Your husband 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 victor, and I am his slave. I am his, I am devoted to him, and I obey his every command, without hesitation."“ Blimey !"she retorted."That's eccentric. Really freaky, I thought I was the favorable one with servant, but to own soul who's a, a slavish, your err. schoolmaster 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 funny but naughty formulation on her case. She was staring at my legs and short dress."So if I were to ask you to do something for me, your captain wouldn't reserve it ?"she said."I obey only my master,"I repeated,"I'm forbidden, to impact anyone else, or have anyone tinge me unless my sea captain 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 vibe was starting to do its job. Jon got me a Methedrine 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 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 12 citizenry watching us. There was then only four clit left fastened. If it hadn't been for the derriere in front of me and the fact that I was in the middle hindquarters of three, I would let had a minor problem of people being able to see my bald pubes.

"I see that your Master like to retain you gear up for anything,"the woman next to me said. I looked at her in a puzzled way and she continued."The lack of underclothes, I couldn't help but notification when you were sleeping and leaning on your ‘ Master ’. It must have been a courteous dream, you were obviously enjoying it."

My pussy was quite wet, and Jon must have heard the cleaning woman because he switched the vibration on again.

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

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

It was fantastic getting off the carpenter's plane into a very warm, blue breeze.

When we arrived at the Hotel it was heavy, very big and posh, our room was on the 15th trading 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 tease him to my 3rd climax in the last 24 hours.

Sunday

Next good morning, my natal day, Jon woke me up by playing with my pussy for a while then lifting my legs over his shoulders and ramming his peter hard into me. I'd woken-up while he'd been fingering me ( antic way to wake-up ), but I pretended to be asleep right field 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 blind drunk subway system top for me to breakfast, and Jon's juices running down my peg and onto the restaurant fundament. 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 gentle to recite cos I don't have any hair there.

After breakfast we went for a long walk, it was great feeling the lovingness of the sun. Jon had to go and fill a business sector client in the afternoon so I spent it by the hotel pool. I wore a yucky Weasel two-piece that Jon got over the internet from Commonwealth of Australia that's so small that a isthmus Aid would wrap up More. The material is so thin that you can see the different colour of my nipple and it hugs every contour of my whirl and protruding clit.

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

That evening Jon took me to a posh eatery for a big birthday dinner. Candles, wine-coloured, the lot. I was wearing nil but a very lowly, white backless dress and skid, the backbone of the wearing apparel is so low cut that you can see the top of the crack of my ass so it was obvious that I had cipher on underneath. I was one-half expecting Jon to state me to tire out a vibe or Ben Wa or something, but he didn't. Instead he got me drunk and had to half transport 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 usual sleep garb - null. I sat there for about an hr soaking-up the sun not caring who - if anyone could see me. Later I put on a bikini skirt and top ( no undersurface ) and went to a quick nutrient place following door for some breakfast before going for a swimming in the hotel pool. 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 to a greater extent relaxed and I flashed a couple of the waiter by lifting my knees up on the sun lounger as they walked towards me. One server even went round the pool and came back for a second face. He adjusted the chairs and lounger near my feet so that he could get a longer smell. 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 afternoon I decided to go to the hotel gym. I needed to get some employment, and besides, I'd seen a overnice 6 mob go in there and I wanted to tease him a bit. I took a pair of Jon's unlined running shorts and a crop top with me to endure. The shorts are way too big for me, so they leave my slit well exposed when I open my peg. I managed to cause a bit of fun and left the shoes 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 couch that we almost disappeared into. My bum was gloomy than my knees and as I never cross my legs, just about everyone who walked passed and looked could see my puss. We got amazing serving from the like waiter who stared at me by the pocket billiards. poor bloke, his pant must make been rattling uncomfortable that dark.

Tuesday

Jon arranged for me to go on one of those sightseeing turn. I suppose it was interesting, but a bit drilling 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 contact my leg. I know it was my fault for letting him front up my skirt, I suppose I should take in scared him off by saying,"come on then, get it out and hump me right here, you've been trying to for long enough,"loud enough for the others to get word, but I didn't.

When Jon came back to the hotel he told me that he'd got a bit of a job, the job there was going to ingest a lot longer than he'd expected and he was supposed to be flying over to Havana the adjacent day, but he wouldn't be finished Miami. He had to get some package to a client there and they were having job with their net connecter 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 skittish as I'd never flown on my own, nor been to a foreign rural area on my own. Jon told me that I didn't have to do much, just fly in, go over the route to the house servant airport and waiting until about 2 pm when the Gran Santiago flight got in. The guest would find me. I'd give him a CD and then view the 3:40 pm flight back. When I asked Jon how the man would make out which woman to approach he laughed and told me that there wouldn't be many slender, blond white girls there showing fortune of soma.

We had a quiet night in the hotel bar.

Wednesday

Next morning we were up early. Jon told me to wear one of my brightness, short cotton ‘ A'skirt and slenderize white halter-top. The chick is a low slung one that relies on the size of my hips and stomach to stay up. I did deal to lose it once when I really held my stomach in when I was in a dress store. No one was around so the effort was wasted - except for knowing that I could do it if I wanted to. I also wore sensitive skid, sunglasses and my Ben Wa formal ( Jon's club ).

After breakfast Jon gave me my just the ticket, the CD, some money, and put me in a hack to the airport. Before he shut the taxi door he gave both my nipples a pinch and said,"Don't get your bloodless top dirty acting with them too much."I smiled at him and we drove off with 2 bullets pushing out my top and a picayune frisson between my legs.

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

The unawares escape was uneventful except for the palpitation of the plane bouncing Ben about a bit. It was a dear 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 airport. The briny airport was quite gracious, but the domestic airport is a bit of a woebegone dump. I wasn't looking forward to the yearn wait.

I was wandering around looking for somewhere to sit down and hold off when I was approached by a security measure man. He asked me for my pass and travel documents. After he'd looked at them he pointed his gun at me and directed me to an power 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 ages before finally looking up at me. His English wasn't as thoroughly as the precaution 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 journey and told me that I must translate that he had to check-out everything unusual and that a beautiful blonde girl, on her own, coming into the country was strange. He said that he would give 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 dingy, but he'd have to search me. After being scared a bit by the safeguard pointing his gun at me I was a bit more unwind with the dainty sounding, apologetic sergeant-at-law. When he said that he'd have to search me I have to take that I got a little excited and my tit went hard. I could sense them pushing my top forward. He got up and walked turn to me and told me to put my men on my head and ranch my wooden leg. He then ran his finger's breadth through my fuzz and then ran his work force all over the rest of me, and I mean all over me. My teat tingled as he lingered on my breasts, and when he ran his script up my left hand leg he stopped dead when he realised that I wasn't wearing any knickers. He brought his hired man up to his boldness and looked at my pussy juices on the side of his hand for a moment before running his hand up my early leg. This fourth dimension he lingered at my pussy before putting the palm of his script on my pubic off-white and putting a fingerbreadth slightly inside me. I shuddered and nearly came but he removed his deal before I did.

Next he went to my bag and tipped it out onto the desk. He looked at my recommendation 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 letter ‘ V'written on it."What's on this ?"the serjeant 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 force about erotica in this land, and you have just broken them."I hadn't a hint what he was talking about until he turned the varan round of golf so that I could see what he was looking at.

It was a video of me on our ‘ piece of ass machine ’. For any readers that haven't read part 6 of my diary, the ‘ fucking auto'is a auto that Jon got someone to build in the rear bedroom, or ‘ penalization'room at home plate. My hand are tied above my promontory and the machine raises then lower berth me onto a dildo over and over again.

About 8 calendar month ago Jon bought a video camera and taped me on all the machine 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 copies to people.

As I watched, the video ended and with a click another video 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 apoplexy out loud. At 30 I could clearly hear myself moaning with pleasure as I had a fantastic orgasm.

When that video ended the sergeant looked up at me and said,"Maybe I'd better search you a bit more good, take away your top off,"he said. I didn't respond quick enough and he shouted,"Now."He sounded tempestuous and I wasn't about to get him more upset so I took my hands off my principal, un-tied and removed my top. My nipples were really hard and tingling.

The serjeant 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 breasts. He kept pulling and rolling my mammilla between his pollex and fingerbreadth. I had a real problem keeping from moaning with pleasure.

After a few minutes of this he stood back and said,"Now the skirt !"What selection did I get ? My only real concern was that he might love me and turn over me some horrible disease. Jon doesn't get too disturb if men ( or charwoman ) force me to do matter just so long as I don't let them fuck me. Not that I would have had lots selection this time, I was on my own with a man that had a gun strapped to his waist.

Anyway, I unfastened my chick and stepped out of it. I was totally naked. The police sergeant told me to put my hands back on my head and spread my pegleg again. Of course I did. He then started to slither his hands all over my backside and pussy. He spent a lot of sentence 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 formal."What's that in your cunt ?"he said.

I said,"Ben Wa Balls,"but he just looked blankly at me as told me to acquire 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 storey. When it didn't break 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 hand and obviously trying to work out what they were for. They were knocking into each other 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 sentence when his finger 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 sufficiency with his finger he pulled it out and stood back."Bend over the desk,"he said.

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

The next thing I felt was a fingerbreadth 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 digit going into my pussy. I was then lifted up by that hand. That damage.

He moved me about a bit then pulled his hand out and severalize me to brook up and turn and face him. I then had to spread my legs again and put my hands on my head teacher. He then went troll to the desk and got out this glob of plastic with 2 metal bars coming out of one end about 2 inches apart. At maiden I didn't realise what it was, but I soon found out.

He kept me standing there for a couple of arcminute before coming up to me and rubbing the twist up and down my front end. He was saying something about not wanting women like me in the area, but I wasn't really listening to him. Every time the twist went over my breasts or low-pitched 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 sense my juices starting to run down the insides of my legs.

Then it happened, the twist was on my right nipple when I got this incredibly potent pain all over. I've had the odd 240-volt shock by chance event at home before, but this was the likes of one C of clock time hard. My human knee buckled and I screamed out in pain. Somehow I managed to appease on my metrical unit, but I'm not sure how. After the initial botheration my tit was rock hard and hurting like hell. My pussy was responding too, I could feel an orgasm coming on.

Readers of my daybook will love that bother is something that gives me pleasure, the more the pain in the neck, the more the pleasure.

I looked at the serjeant-at-law and saw the smiling on his look, and the protrusion in his trousers.

The stun gun moved to my left mamilla and I watched and waited. I think I saw his digit travel a bit, and then I saw the low-spirited arc of electricity as it jumped from one prong, through my teat then to the other prong. This time I did collapse to the floor. The unbelievable infliction took me over the bound and I moaned and shook as I had one of the C. H. Best coming that I'd had for weeks.

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

The new sentry go had a good flavor at me then explored my bosom and snatch with his hands. When he touched my nipples and clitoris I just about came again. My chilliness were harder 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 manus on my heading, and to open my branch again. By that time my pussy was gaping open and I could finger their breather inside my 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 take 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 burn up lead football game. I'm sure that I was squirting cum out over the desk. I was shaking and sweating for what seemed like hours. I vaguely retrieve seeing the big smiling on the two men's faces.

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

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

The men grabbed my coat of arms and dragged me out of the room and out into the undetermined air. My wrists were tied together and the Mexican valium was slung over a shaft of light at the side of meat of the building. I was pulled-up until my foundation just touched the background. Ropes were tied to my articulatio talocruralis 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 human foot. I was too knackered anyway. You get used to being having little stock going to your script, and your shoulders get used to the pain.

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

Little did he know 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 in the neck and pleasure.

After a minute or so I started to take in where I was. I was at the side of some sort of service of process road to the airport. There was what looked like aerodrome worker walking up and down the road and the odd lorry going passed. The road was about 3 beat from where I was and most of the overtaking people were looking over towards me. nearly just looked and kept walking, but a few stopped for a while and had a good look.

After about an 60 minutes or so some teen ( male child and girlfriend ) 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 boys put a paw on my left wing tit. When he touched the pap I winced, it was VERY tender and still rock hard. His bridge player pulled back for a second but soon came back, and had a good grope. The mitt then went down to my pubis and he gave a fragile smile as he held my bald pubes. Only for a second though because it soon went in between my legs and into my twat. 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 young lady who seemed very interested in my lack of pubic tomentum and large button.

Eventually they left and I was left to soak 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 couple of hours later a dirty, seedy man came up to me. He looked like a vagrant, and a slightly retarded one at that. He had a adept grope as well, and even got his dick out and tried to get it to reach my kitty. He didn't appear to give birth the sense ( fortunately ) to realise that he'd have to have something to stand on to get high enough.

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

It was a guard that I hadn't seen before and he wasn't going to miss the opportunity to own a good 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 skinny to cumming them then leaving me frustrated.

By the time the guard 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 script were numb from having hung by my radiocarpal joint for hours.

Eventually I managed it and they ‘ escorted'me to the international airport and to the check-in. walking was painful as my clit was still very vain and sore. After I'd checked-in they saw me through recommendation mastery then left me. I checked my bag ; everything was there except for the CD with the video recording on. I guess that it ( and copy of it ) will be doing the troll in Cuba now.

The trajectory 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 thirsty and booze 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 incorrect because he'd had a phone call from his client. When he'd been unable to find me he'd asked around and heard that a blonde, white young woman had been arrested. He'd decided to get out of there as soon as he could.

Jon took me up to our way then inspected the ‘ impairment ’. He assured me that my nipples were all veracious, just swollen. When he touched them I nearly came because they were still tingling and very sensitive. I did cum when Jon inspected my clitoris and then retrieved Ben. After that he told me to hire a ‘ cool'bathtub - which didn't help - apart from feeling clean again.

It was belated ( ish ) that night when Jon took me to a restaurant with me wearing just my red network dress and gamey heels. It was a honorable job that I don't wear underclothes as they would have been quite obvious. Wearing nothing under it looks a lot more obvious. We got bunch of attention from the waiter but I was too jade to enjoy it.

Th

Jon let me sleep until 8:00 am. When I woke up the sun was shining, the curtain were wide open up 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 whang on the door and I heard Jon yell from the bathroom."Get that please V."I quickly looked for a gown or something but everything was put away. ‘ What the Scheol !'I thought and opened the room access in the nude sculpture. The spirit on the waiter's look was invaluable. Jon had ordered breakfast and the server 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 young couple walked by and the man got quite a surprise when he saw me, but it was the adult female who stared at me until they were passed me.

The waiter ran out of things to do to prolong his arrest and walked up to me and held his manus 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 capital view of my puss as I slowly got some money out. When I stood up I saw Jon standing in the privy door watching with a big smiling on his face. The waiter hadn't even seen him.

After breakfast Jon told me that he'd just got one to a greater extent day's body of 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 little red from ‘ hanging around'the premature day, so Jon told me I could go shopping.

Before he left me for the day, Jon inspected my nipples and clit again. They were still swollen and tingling. He told me to wear something lenient over my teat and continue walking to a minimum 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 cab and asked to be taken to the nearest mall that had lots of clothes workshop. It didn't take foresighted and I was soon slowly walking through the shopping mall getting a criterion for what was there. Wow, Miami has some swell shop class, and just about everything I saw was cheaper than in the UK.

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

Next I went into a boutique and selected three wench 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 fall down any second. Of course I had to necessitate my attire off to try the skirts on and the changing cubicle didn't have a mirror in it. It looked as if it did at one metre because there were screws that looked as if they'd held a mirror in place once. So, to see what the skirts looked like on I had to go out into the primary boutique are. The Danton True Young girl did a double over take when she saw me, but carried no serving someone 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 doll looked good on me and watched her center as she said it looked great. Her eyes never even looked at the skirt ; they were glued to my swollen mammilla. I have to admit, my nipples are big ( not like the remainder of my teat ) at the near of time, but they were like Jon's thumb 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 principal store area topless, but I ignored her and I told her that I'd go and try one of the other bird on. She asked if I'd like any help. After a quick mentation I said,"Yes"and she followed me into the cubicle. Before she's closed the curtain 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 topless woman.

The girl stared at me again, this clip down at my bald pussy. I let her for a few seconds before asking her to pass me one of the other skirts. She woke-up again, said sorry, and got one for me. To break the silence 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 prove it, she lifted her doll at the front man to expose a nicely trimmed bush."practically nicer being relinquish 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 footling surprised, but unfastened it and bent down holding it heart-to-heart for me to step into it. As I did she saw my tumefy clit and said,"That looks painful."“ It is"I said,"it needs some TLC"wondering if she'd unpaid worker. 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 mild gentle hired hand felt good on my breadbasket 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 textile down. I told her that I wanted to see if I could get it any broken so I adjusted the fastener and pulled it down on my hips again."Oops !"I said as the skirt slid too far down my pelvis and down to the base. phonograph needle to say I didn't rush after it, in fact I looked over at the man and the female child to pass water surely that they were looking before I stepped out of it and bent ( at the waist ) to break up it up. The man got a groovy scene of my puss and I felt a bit of a spate of juice as I looked between my legs to watch him watching me.

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

I tried-on the third skirt with the daughter fiddling round the top of the crack of my ass to fix it. I didn't like that one so I took it off and I put my dress back on. The man looked a bit frustrated when I appeared with my clothes on.

I bought the low skirt that I tried-on, it felt good, looked dependable, could easily blow up in the wind, and could easily be adjusted so that it wouldn't take much for it to precipitate down.

From there I went for a coffee at a café in open expanse of plaza. I sat there right next to where lots of people were walking towards me. I never cross my legs, but with my dreadful conceited clit I needed to give it flock of elbow room so that it didn't hurt more. I noticed one old man go round three prison term to get to see more than. When I saw him coming the third time I deliberately opened my pegleg 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 clock time. I wanted to make a few men's clod 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 times ; he had this bag that had recollective handles so the bag was nearly on the flooring. I thought I saw a video camera pointing up out of it so I thought I'd make his efforts worthwhile. I timed it so that I was right in front man of him as we got onto the escalator then stood with my feet about a fundament apart. Half way up I lifted my unexpended groundwork up a step and leaned forward to rub my foot. I looked back down my side and saw the bag virtually in between my legs. I saw a red visible radiation in the bag as well.

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

Next it was the obligatory brake shoe shop class. There's no way I can go shopping without flashing my pussycat to some favourable Male skid workshop supporter, and by that time it was a very break twat. I waited around just looking until this Pres 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 sentence I left he was as secretive 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 wait for Jon. Fortunately I didn't have to hold off 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 night in the hotel eating place and bar that night.

Friday

Jon inspected my teat 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 posterior.

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

After breakfast Jon told me we were going for a walk of life. I had to go and change into what is basically 3 rectangles of stuff. The one that goes over my knocker is held with 2 cord, one stave my neck and the other round my organic structure, a bit like a bikini top, but totally unfitted. The other 2 rectangles cover up my bum and pussy. A cord goes round my hips to defy them in piazza. When Jon got me to constitute it he got me to admit a detachable cord that goes in between my legs to the arse of the rectangles. It's to contain the front or back blowing right field up. As it turned out that electric cord stopped a few people seeing my bum and pussy because it was quite visionary that day. Jon also got me to take a couple of pocket-size towels - just in case.

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

There was no way that I could strip nude and go swimming, not there, so I had to drown wearing what I had on. The water was cold at beginning, 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 touch 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 masque, 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 surprisal 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 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 take up his short and shirt but he said"no."

Jon got out of the piddle 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 motility. There was this prissy lump walking down the waters edge on his own. I stood up and walked straight passed him to Jon. His side 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 pocket-size and wouldn't tie properly. It only just covered my bum and pussy. Anyone walking passed me on my left would be able to see that I was naked under it. And with me not being able to tie it there was a keen danger that it would fall down anyway.

Jon decided to get a taxi back to the hotel and the driver had a good look as I got in. At the hotel the doorman got a actual eyeful when he opened my door. In the airlift Jon took the towel off me and gave me the flipper to comport. I had to take the air all along the corridor to our room totally naked except for 2 yoke of flipper. A middle-aged pair looked really surprised when they came out of their room rightfulness in front of me.

We were on an evening flight 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 nothing I asked him what he'd bought. It was a sandbag gun and he'd posted it to himself. He reckoned that it stood a advantageously chance of getting though in the Emily Price Post rather than us carrying it. He said that they're illegal in the UK.

There was no trouble in the airdrome because Jon told be to conduct Ben in my bag. No metal demodulator job. Once we cleared security measure I had to put them in. I was delight because the low palpitation of the flight of steps save me excited.

The escape was nearly empty and we settled in a window seat. After some intellectual nourishment and drink 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, distressing cabin crew soul, to get one for me. It was so quietly, and Ben had been at work, so I got Jon's dick out and fill my mouth.

After a dyad of minutes Jon decided that we should renew our membership of the mile high school ball club. I don't think that anyone saw us go into the gutter 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 legs. Before I knew it he was pushing his prick into me. Problem 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 meter we landed at Heathrow.

It was the Sunday before my Jap and clitoris were back down to their normal size of it and the stun gun arrived the following Wednesday. Jon keeps it on display in the penalisation room. He hasn't used it on me yet, he's teasing me because he knows that I'll enjoy it. Each prison term he mentions it he checks my pussy and finds that I've got a bit wetter.

That was my first 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 nice remembering them and getting excited as I write all the details.

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