Introduction

Hi, my name is Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound figure with blondish tomentum. In 1998 I quit my boring existence in a niggling Ithiel Town in North Wales and went to work as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East Midlands of England. It was a brave decision to earn as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advert in a BDSM magazine publisher that mortal had left in the stylist where I worked. I didn't really love what I was letting myself in for, but I really did need to do something because my life history was so olive drab and oil production. Even the consultation for the job was unlikely, but I was so despairing to change my life history 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 liveliness, and he has since created a web site that it is published on.

If you care to read my Journal you will discover that my relationship with Jon is rather different to that of nigh employee and employer, but I have easily come to realise that I have a sprightliness that just could not be more satisfying or enjoyable. I love my life and all the little adventures that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a short bit of hair that grows on my legs, I have no body whisker below my cervix. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with small ( ish ), pert bosom that have belittled corona and jumbo nipples. When they're severely Jon says they're like chapel hat pegs. I have a Nice firm, savorless breadbasket with a pubic osseous tissue that does stick out a bit. In my pussy brim I have 2 little Au band that Jon put in me. My clit is very prominent and is usually sticking out between my sassing. It's about an inch long with a little round heading. Jon sometimes calls it my little tool. I don't own any bras, bloomers, pant, leggings or shorts ; and 90 % of my skirts and dresses can be described as mini or micro. I used to be a very shy girlfriend, but I've now gone completely the former way, and get a great flush from letting other multitude see my body.

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

Jon told me to block off 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 ideas for little adventures or incidents that we could invent to have some fun. We've found one or two tarradiddle that appear to be slightly rewritten copies of some of the text in my diary, and one or two that are very similar to some of the adventure that we've had and that I've written about in my daybook. At first I was a bit annoyed about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that somebody thought our adventures were good enough to copy. I've started thinking that way as well.

Me on CD in Havana

right wing, Jon had to go to Miami on stage business ( figurer computer software ). It was a bit of a stimulate 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 sector group meeting and I was expecting to spend most of the time by hotel pools or on a beach ). Jon decided that I would fatigue just a coat 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 coat and prevent it panoptic open. No agitation on the journeying ( it was dingy ), but Jon did get me to return him a blowjob half way down the M40.

No trouble going through the airdrome either, Jon got me to move out my pussy rings a few months 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 hold it to the toilet and put it on. It contained one of my thin cotton wool mini-dresses and one of my remote controlled vibraharp. 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 bottom Jon told me to take the coat off before I sat down. As I climbed over Jon to get to my posterior ( middle one of three ) the adult female on the other side 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 push ) and she must have seen my titty. As I sat down I made sure that my dress wasn't between my pussy and the tail. I didn't want to get off the plane with a big wet patch on the back of my dress.

The char 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 moment before Jon gave me the first flak from the vibe. He'd waited until a few minutes after the cleaning woman next to me started talking to me again. She was a bit of a stuck-up kick who fancied herself. She started telling me about herself and her retainer, 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 nates arms. Both Jon and the womanhood asked me if I was all right hand at the Same meter. Jon went on to ask me if he could get anything for me. Not thinking too well I said,"No, I'm all right than you Master."

After a few seconds the woman said,"Your husband seems to care for you a lot."Oh, he's not my husband, he's my Master, and yes, he does like for me a lot."I replied."You mean ….."she started to say, but I interrupted her saying,"Yes, he is my skipper, and I am his slave. I am his, I am devoted to him, and I obey his every program line, without hesitation."“ Blimey !"she retorted."That's outre. Really freaky, I thought I was the favourable one with retainer, but to have somebody who's a, a submissive, your err. Master 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 funny but gamey formulation on her look. She was staring at my pegleg and short apparel."So if I were to ask you to do something for me, your Master wouldn't allow it ?"she said."I obey only my headmaster,"I repeated,"I'm forbidden, to adjoin anyone else, or have anyone touch me unless my passe-partout tells me to it."

Just then Jon interrupted and asked me if I wanted a drink. I said,"Yes please, I'm starting to get a bit warm."With that he switched the vibe off. I guessed that he'd realised that the vibe was starting to do its job. Jon got me a methamphetamine hydrochloride of wine and it wasn't long before I was feeling sleepy. I dozed off and when I woke up the adjacent top two and the bottom two push 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 people watching us. There was then only four buttons left fastened. If it hadn't been for the derriere in front of me and the fact that I was in the midway buttocks of three, I would have had a minor problem of hoi polloi being capable to see my bald pubes.

"I see that your Master likes to keep you ready for anything,"the adult female next to me said. I looked at her in a puzzled way and she continued."The lack of underwear, I couldn't help but bill when you were sleeping and leaning on your ‘ victor ’. It must have been a nice dream, you were obviously enjoying it."

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

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

The rest of the flight of stairs was quite uneventful - unless you call 2 coming as I pretended to watch the film 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 fantastical getting off the plane into a very warm, blue-blooded breeze.

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

Lord's Day

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

It was just a light, thin cotton bird and tight subway top for me to breakfast, and Jon's succus running down my legs and onto the restaurant seat. The dame is very shortstop 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 evidence cos I don't have any hair there.

After breakfast we went for a prospicient walk, it was great feeling the warmth of the sun. Jon had to go and meet a line client in the good afternoon so I spent it by the hotel pond. I wore a pixilated Weasel Bikini that Jon got over the internet from Australia that's so small that a set Aid would cover more. The cloth is so thin that you can see the different colour of my nipples and it hugs every contour of my scissure and protruding clit.

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

That evening Jon took me to a posh restaurant for a big birthday dinner. Candles, wine, the lot. I was wearing nothing but a very modest, White backless dress and shoes, the back of the attire is so low cut that you can see the top of the crevice of my ass so it was obvious that I had nada on underneath. I was half expecting Jon to tell me to weary a vibe or Ben Wa or something, but he didn't. Instead he got me drunk and had to one-half run me back to the hotel.

Monday

Jon was gone when I woke-up and I grabbed a feeding bottle of H2O and went out onto the balcony in my usual sleep attire - goose egg. 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 bottoms ) and went to a fast food for thought place following door for some breakfast before going for a swimming in the hotel pool. I'd only gone back to the room to compile a towel, not to put anything else on, so I had the pleasure of swimming virtually bottomless. The place seemed More relaxed and I flashed a couple of the server by lifting my knees up on the sun lounger as they walked towards me. One waiter even went round the pool and came back for a second looking at. He adjusted the chairs and loungers near my metrical unit so that he could get a longer tone. 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 exercise, and besides, I'd seen a nice 6 pack go in there and I wanted to tantalise him a bit. I took a pair of Jon's unlined running shorts and a crop top with me to wear. The shorts are way too big for me, so they leave my pussy well exposed when I open my legs. I managed to deliver a bit of fun and left the place with a pair of men with protuberance 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 sofa that we almost disappeared into. My bum was lower than my knees and as I never cross my wooden leg, just about everyone who walked passed and looked could see my pussy. We got amazing service from the Saame waiter who stared at me by the syndicate. poor people bloke, his trouser must make been literal uncomfortable that night.

Tues

Jon arranged for me to go on one of those sightsee turn. 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 extend to my leg. I know it was my fault for letting him seem up my chick, 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 hear, 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 read a lot longer than he'd expected and he was supposed to be flying over to Havana the side by side day, but he wouldn't be finished Miami. He had to get some software to a client there and they were having problem with their internet connective and they weren't convinced that they'd manage to download it on time. He'd arranged for me to take a transcript over there just in font. I was a trivial unquiet as I'd never flown on my own, nor been to a extraneous country on my own. Jon told me that I didn't have to do much, just fly in, go over the road to the domesticated airdrome and wait until about 2 pm when the Santiago flight got in. The node would find me. I'd give him a CD and then catch 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 svelte, blond white girls there showing lots of flesh.

We had a quiet night in the hotel bar.

Wednesday

Next dayspring we were up early. Jon told me to wear one of my light, short cotton wool ‘ A'doll and thin Patrick Victor Martindale 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 manage to lose it once when I really held my stomach in when I was in a dress shop class. 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 Balls ( Jon's orders ).

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

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

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

It was still former when I got to Cuban capital so I went to a snack bar and had a coffee before walking over to the house servant airport. The main airport was quite nice, but the domestic airport is a bit of a derelict dump. I wasn't looking forward to the long wait.

I was wandering around looking for somewhere to sit down and wait when I was approached by a certificate man. He asked me for my pass and traveling 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 serjeant, working on a PC. The safeguard who took me there said some thing to the sergeant then left.

The sergeant-at-law kept me waiting for ages before finally looking up at me. His side wasn't as good as the guard who had taken me there. He told me that there was a problem with drug smuggling and that they'd had a tip-off that some drugs would be coming into the country that day. He apologised for interrupting my journey and told me that I must see that he had to check-out everything unusual and that a beautiful blonde girl, on her own, coming into the res publica was unusual. He said that he would have 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 dreary, but he'd have to search me. After being scared a bit by the guard pointing his gun at me I was a bit more loose with the nice sounding, apologetic sergeant. When he said that he'd have to search me I have to admit that I got a little charge and my nipple went concentrated. I could feel them pushing my top forward. He got up and walked daily round to me and told me to put my hands on my brain and spread my legs. He then ran his fingers through my hair and then ran his hands all over the repose of me, and I mean all over me. My nipples tingled as he lingered on my breasts, and when he ran his hands up my left leg he stopped dead when he realised that I wasn't wearing any drawers. He brought his helping hand up to his font and looked at my pussy juice on the side of his deal for a minute before running his hand up my other leg. This time he lingered at my snatch before putting the ribbon of his paw on my pubic ivory 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 pass and then counted the money. Next he picked up the CD and asked me what it was. I told him but he opened it and 2 CDs fell out onto the desk. One has Jon's troupe logotype on it but the other 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 minute staring at it, he put it in his PC and worked on the keyboard. All of a sudden his optic 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 proctor round so that I could see what he was looking at.

It was a video of me on our ‘ nookie machine ’. For any proofreader that haven't read part 6 of my journal, the ‘ fucking machine'is a simple machine that Jon got somebody to progress in the book binding bedroom, or ‘ punishment'elbow room at home. My hands are tied above my head and the automobile raises then lower berth me onto a dildo over and over again.

About 8 calendar month ago Jon bought a TV camera and taped me on all the auto in the penalisation way, and being punished in various way of life. 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 recording 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 tail and pussy as I counted the stroking out loud. At 30 I could clearly get wind myself moaning with pleasure as I had a howling orgasm.

When that telecasting ended the serjeant looked up at me and said,"Maybe I'd advantageously lookup you a bit more thoroughly, carry your top off,"he said. I didn't respond nimble enough and he shouted,"Now."He sounded angry and I wasn't about to get him more tip over so I took my hands off my headway, un-tied and withdraw my top. My mammilla were really intemperately and tingling.

The sergeant stared at me for a patch then got up and walked round the desk to me. He stood in battlefront of me then started mauling my titty. He kept pulling and rolling my nipples 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 choice did I have ? My only real vexation was that he might have sex me and give me some ugly disease. Jon doesn't get too disturbed if men ( or women ) force me to do things just so long as I don't let them fuck me. Not that I would have had a great deal pick this sentence, 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 naked. The serjeant told me to put my hands back on my head and spreading my peg again. Of course I did. He then started to slip his hands all over my tail and snatch. He spent a lot of sentence feeling my bald pubic knoll, I guess that he'd never come across one before. Eventually he pushed a finger's breadth into me and quickly pulled it out when he felt my Ben Wa orchis."What's that in your slit ?"he said.

I said,"Ben Wa egg,"but he just looked blankly at me as told me to lead them out. I squatted down and squeezed them out onto the base before standing up again. He picked them up, smelt them then squeezed them. He then threw one of them back onto the trading floor. 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 helping hand. He was rattling them about in his hired hand and obviously trying to function out what they were for. They were knocking into each other and after about a min or so a smile came on his fount and he pushed them back into my pussy.

He turned to me and grabbed my pubic osseous tissue again. This time when his fingerbreadth went into me there was no ohmic 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 decent with his finger's breadth he pulled it out and stood back."curve over the desk,"he said.

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

The adjacent matter I felt was a finger going into my ass. It waggled round and pushed quite laborious into me. Then it came out. A few seconds later I felt a thumb going into my ass and a finger's breadth going into my slit. I was then lifted up by that helping hand. That hurt.

He moved me about a bit then pulled his hand out and told me to stand up and reverse and face him. I then had to spread my leg again and put my paw on my nous. He then went cycle to the desk and got out this clod of charge plate with 2 alloy streak coming out of one end about 2 inches apart. At 1st 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 presence. He was saying something about not wanting women like me in the nation, 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 nipple and pussy. It wasn't from the device ; it was just where it was being rubbed. I could feel my juices starting to run down the insides of my legs.

Then it happened, the device was on my aright nipple when I got this incredibly firm pain all over. I've had the odd 240-volt shock by chance event at place before, but this was like century of times unattackable. My knees buckled and I screamed out in nuisance. Somehow I managed to continue on my metrical foot, but I'm not surely how. After the initial pain my nipple was rock hard and hurting like underworld. My pussycat was responding too, I could find an coming coming on.

subscriber of my journal will sleep together that pain sensation is something that gives me pleasure, the More the pain, the more the pleasure.

I looked at the sergeant and saw the smile on his expression, and the bulge in his trousers.

The stun gun moved to my left nipple and I watched and waited. I think I saw his finger locomote a bit, and then I saw the blue arc of electrical energy as it jumped from one prong, through my teat then to the other prong. This meter I did collapse to the floor. The unbelievable hurting took me over the edge and I moaned and shook as I had one of the near 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 act. He disappeared for a couple of minutes then came back with another guard.

The new safety device had a practiced flavor at me then explored my breasts and pussy with his hand. When he touched my nipples and button I just about came again. My nips were operose than they've ever been before.

The sergeant-at-law told me to lie on my backbone on the desk. When I was there he told me to put my hands on my head, and to open my legs again. By that metre my slit was gaping outdoors and I could feel their breathing time inside my hole as they bent down for a ending look.

I felt the stun gun prongs on my clit and got scared. I know that my puss can take being whipped, but I didn't think that it could take the stun gun. I tensed-up in anticipation and my aspect 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 burning spark advance football. I'm sure that I was squirting cum out over the desk. I was shaking and sweating for what seemed like hours. I vaguely think seeing the big grin on the two men's faces.

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

The third clip it happened I just felt a bit of hurting then the next thing I knew I was waking-up in a lot on the floor. The two men were still there, but there was a middle-aged woman 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 undecided air. My wrists were tied together and the R-2 was slung over a electron beam at the side of the building. I was pulled-up until my pes just touched the background. Ropes were tied to my ankle joint and my legs were pulled apart.

I've spent many time of day restrained in that position so I didn't need to try to subscribe my weighting on my human foot. I was too knackered anyway. You get used to being having little rip going to your hands, and your shoulder 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 cubicle there and that I'd have to ride out there until my trajectory out of the country.

Little did he acknowledge that I like being naked out in populace, 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 in where I was. I was at the side of some sorting of inspection and repair 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 metre from where I was and about of the passing citizenry were looking over towards me. nigh 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 teenagers ( 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 son put a hand on my allow tit. When he touched the pap I winced, it was VERY tender and still rock hard. His hand pulled back for a moment but soon came back, and had a good grope. The hand then went down to my pubis and he gave a rebuff smile as he held my bald pubic region. Only for a moment though because it soon went in between my legs and into my pussy. When he touched my clit I really winced and tried to pull back. My button still felt like a burning football.

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

Eventually they left and I was left to soak up the sun. My pussy was leaking succus all the prison term, 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 mentally retarded one at that. He had a serious grope as well, and even got his dick out and tried to get it to reach my puss. He didn't appear to ingest the horse sense ( fortunately ) to clear that he'd have to have something to abide on to get high gear enough.

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

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

By the time the safeguard 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 hard because my arms and hands were numb from having hung by my carpus for hours.

Eventually I managed it and they ‘ escorted'me to the international airport and to the check-in. Walking was terrible as my clit was still very swollen and sore. After I'd checked-in they saw me through passport control condition then left me. I checked my bag ; 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 of steps back to Miami was uneventful, albeit a bit painful, and it didn't really serve wearing Ben, they only seemed to draw my clit swell more. I was very hungry and drank 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 telephone vociferation from his guest. When he'd been ineffective to find me he'd asked around and heard that a blonde, white girl had been arrested. He'd decided to get out of there as soon as he could.

Jon took me up to our elbow 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 medium. I did cum when Jon inspected my clitoris and then retrieved Ben. After that he told me to take a ‘ cool'tub - which didn't help - apart from feeling clean again.

It was former ( ish ) that night when Jon took me to a restaurant with me wearing just my red enmesh dress and high heel. It was a good job that I don't wear thin underclothes as they would have been quite obvious. Wearing nil under it looks a lot more obvious. We got good deal of attention from the waiters but I was too tired to enjoy it.

Thursday

Jon let me sleep until 8:00 am. When I woke up the sun was shining, the mantle were broad undefendable and Jon had taken the blanket off me. I turned my read/write head and looked out of the windowpane to see a man on a balcony in the hotel reverse. He was staring straight at me.

There was a knock on the door and I heard Jon yell from the can."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 doorway in the nude. The expression on the waiter'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 room access wide open.

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

The waiter ran out of things to do to draw out his stay and walked up to me and held his helping hand out. When I realised what he wanted I walked over to where my bag was. It was on the story so I bent at the shank and gave him a great view of my cunt as I slowly got some money out. When I stood up I saw Jon standing in the lavatory 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 more day's oeuvre 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 old 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 outwear something soft over my nipples and celebrate walk 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 fate of clothes store. It didn't take long and I was soon slowly walking through the mall getting a measure for what was there. Wow, Miami has some capital shops, and just about everything I saw was loud than in the UK.

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

Next I went into a boutique and selected three skirts to try on. All three were low-slung, the type that you can easily adjust the ‘ waist'so that they feel as if they are about to fall down down any second. Of course of study I had to take my dress off to try the chick on and the changing stall didn't have a mirror in it. It looked as if it did at one prison term because there were screws that looked as if they'd held a mirror in home once. So, to see what the bird looked like on I had to go out into the main dress shop are. The young girl did a double return when she saw me, but carried no serving someone 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 dame looked honest on me and watched her eyes as she said it looked swell. Her eyes never even looked at the doll ; they were glued to my swollen teat. I have to let in, my nipples are big ( not like the eternal sleep of my tits ) at the best of times, but they were the like Jon's thumb end 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 primary shop domain 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 assistance. After a fast idea I said,"Yes"and she followed me into the cubicle. Before she's closed the drapery I dropped the skirt I was wearing, much to the joy of a man that had come over to see if he'd actually seen a bare-breasted woman.

The fille stared at me again, this time down at my bald twat. I let her for a few seconds before asking her to extend me one of the other skirts. She woke-up again, said sorry, and got one for me. To get around 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 wench at the strawman to reveal a nicely trimmed bush."Much nicer being free isn't it ?"she said."Absolutely"I replied.

I gave her the annulus back and asked her to put in on me for me, she seemed a little surprised, but unfastened it and bent down holding it open for me to step into it. As I did she saw my conceited clit and said,"That looks painful."“ It is"I said,"it needs some TLC"wondering if she'd military volunteer. She didn't and when both legs were in she slit the bird up to my hips. The annulus fastened at the strawman and her soft gentle custody felt good on my stomach as she slowly fastened it. I slid it down onto my hip joint 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 girl followed me and watched as I smoothed the material down. I told her that I wanted to see if I could get it any lower so I adjusted the fixing and pulled it down on my hips again."Oops !"I said as the annulus slid too far down my coxa and down to the floor. Needless to say I didn't rush after it, in fact I looked over at the man and the girl to make trusted that they were looking before I stepped out of it and bent ( at the waist ) to pick it up. The man got a bang-up view of my slit and I felt a bit of a rush of juice as I looked between my legs to see him watching me.

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

I tried-on the third doll with the girl fiddling round the top of the crevice 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 disappointed when I appeared with my dress on.

I bought the first skirt that I tried-on, it felt serious, looked proficient, 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 burnt umber at a café in overt domain of center. I sat there good next to where mess of people were walking towards me. I never cross my stage, but with my painful intumesce button I needed to have it plenty of elbow room so that it didn't hurt more. I noticed one old man go round three times to get to see to a greater extent. When I saw him coming the 3rd time I deliberately opened my legs wider so that he really could see everything. I think I made that old man's day. I had three cups of coffee before I finally moved on.

Next I decided to go up and down the moving stairway a few time. I wanted to establish a few men's balls ache and maybe get a few wet patched on the presence of their trousers.

I know, I'm a real vamp.

I spotted one man following me up a couple of times ; he had this bag that had long grip so the bag was nearly on the floor. 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 of him as we got onto the moving stairway then stood with my understructure about a ft apart. Half way up I lifted my pull up stakes understructure up a whole tone and leaned forward to rub my foot. I looked back down my incline and saw the bag virtually in between my branch. I saw a red sparkle in the bag as well.

When I walked off the top of the escalator clause I went to a shop window and stood looking in, with my pes well apart. I felt the bag encounter against my infantry but didn't motility. Eventually I saw him take the air away ; I guess he was proud of with his efforts.

Next it was the obligatory horseshoe shop. There's no way I can go shopping without flashing my pussy to some lucky male person skid shop supporter, and by that metre it was a very damp puss. I waited around just looking until this young man was gratuitous. As he walked over to me I could see him looking me up and down. I didn't disappoint him and by the time I left he was as closelipped to cumming as I was.

I was dying for a in force fuck so I got a hack back to the hotel and went up to our way to wait for Jon. Fortunately I didn't have to hold back long and Jon was just as nifty to give birth me on the balcony as I was to have him. It still hurt when Jon caressed my nipples and clit.

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

Friday

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 kitty region. After he shot his load into me and gone soft, he pulled out and slapped my backside.

We went down for breakfast with me in a fiddling halter-top and forgetful skirt with our juices running down the interior of my legs.

After breakfast Jon told me we were going for a paseo. I had to go and change into what is basically 3 rectangles of textile. The one that goes over my breast is held with 2 cord, one cycle my neck and the former one shot my eubstance, a bit like a bikini top, but totally unfitted. The other 2 rectangles cover my bum and pussy. A corduroy goes round my hips to nurse them in space. When Jon got me to make it he got me to include a detachable cord that goes in between my legs to the bottom of the rectangles. It's to blockade the presence or back blowing rightfield up. As it turned out that corduroy stopped a few people seeing my bum and kitty-cat because it was quite windy that day. Jon also got me to take up a pair of small 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, mask and schnorchel. He'd decided that we were going swimming.

There was no way that I could deprive nude and go swimming, not there, so I had to drown wearing what I had on. The H2O was cold at first, 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 au naturel is a intuitive 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 hanker time getting close to me and swimming round and under me that I decided to look to see what he could see. envisage my surprise when I realised that all 3 rectangles had gone. Apart from the masque 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 geezerhood, but he wasn't going to assure me.

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

After that there was the job 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 system and was getting dry while I stayed in waiting for affair to get a bit quieter. Eventually I decided that I'd have to establish a move. There was this nice lump walking down the waters edge on his own. I stood up and walked straight passed him to Jon. His face was a photo. 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 would be capable to see that I was naked under it. And with me not being able to tie it there was a great danger that it would light down anyway.

Jon decided to get a hack back to the hotel and the device driver had a in force feel as I got in. At the hotel the gatekeeper 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 distich of fin. A middle-aged couple looked really surprised when they came out of their room right in movement of me.

We were on an eve flight of steps 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 bedaze gun and he'd posted it to himself. He reckoned that it stood a well opportunity of getting though in the place 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 carry Ben in my bag. No alloy demodulator problem. Once we cleared security I had to put them in. I was delight because the low quiver of the flight keep me excited.

The escape was nearly empty-bellied and we settled in a windowpane seat. After some food and drink I leaned over and dozed off with my school principal on Jon's lap. When I woke-up I had a blanket over me, Jon told me that he'd got a hostess, sorry cabin crew person, to get one for me. It was so tranquility, and Ben had been at work, so I got Jon's dick out and fulfil my mouth.

After a pair of minutes Jon decided that we should reincarnate our membership of the mile gamey social club. I don't think that anyone saw us go into the throne but as we were walking back to our seats a hostess walked passed us and gave me that ‘ knowing smile ’. In the toilette Jon lifted me up straight away and opened my legs. Before I knew it he was pushing his pecker into me. trouble was he'd draw a blank that I was wearing Ben. He didn't scathe himself and quickly put his finger in and got them out. The surprise hadn't cooled him down and he came quite quickly.

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

It was the Dominicus before my nips and clit were back down to their normal sizing and the stun gun arrived the pursuit Midweek. Jon keeps it on presentation 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 time he mentions it he checks my slit and finds that I've got a bit wetting agent.

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

Love

genus Vanessa