Introduction

Hi, my public figure is genus Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound trope with blondish hairsbreadth. In 1998 I quit my deadening existence in a lilliputian town in northward strake and went to work as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East midland of England. It was a unfearing conclusion to make as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advert in a BDSM magazine that someone had left in the hairdressers where I worked. I didn't really recognize what I was letting myself in for, but I really did need to do something because my life was so drab and boring. Even the interview for the job was improbable, but I was so heroic to commute 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 daybook of my new life, and he has since created a web internet site that it is published on.

If you care to register my Journal you will discover that my family relationship with Jon is rather dissimilar to that of most employee and employer, but I have easily come to clear that I have a liveliness that just could not be more fill or gratifying. I love my life and all the piffling adventures that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a slight bit of hair that grows on my legs, I have no body tomentum below my neck opening. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with minuscule ( ish ), pert titty that have small aureoles and monster nipple. When they're strong Jon says they're like chapel hat pegs. I have a nice firm, flat stomach with a pubic bone that does stick out a bit. In my snatch brim I have 2 little gold rings that Jon put in me. My button is very salient and is usually sticking out between my lips. It's about an inch long with a little round caput. Jon sometimes calls it my picayune dick. I don't own any brassiere, breeches, pant, leggings or short circuit ; and 90 % of my chick and dresses can be described as mini or micro. I used to be a very shy girl, but I've now gone completely the other way, and get a slap-up thrill from letting other people see my body.

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

Jon told me to quit writing my Journal 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 theme for lilliputian adventures or incidents that we could manufacture to have some fun. We've found one or two tarradiddle that appear to be slightly rewritten copy of some of the text in my Journal, 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 diary. At first I was a bit annoyed about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that person thought our adventures were good enough to copy. I've started thinking that way as well.

Me on CD in Havana

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

As usual Jon had more clothes with him than I did ( well he was going to business meetings and I was expecting to pass virtually of the time by hotel pools or on a beach ). Jon decided that I would wear just a coat and horseshoe until we got onto the planer so off we set with Jon driving down to Heathrow. Once the car got warm I had to unfasten my coating and keep it all-encompassing capable. No excitement on the journey ( it was dark ), but Jon did get me to break him a blowjob half way down the M40.

No trouble going through the drome either, Jon got me to remove my pussy tintinnabulation a few months ago so the metal detector didn't have anything to bleep at.

After we'd taken off Jon opened his briefcase and gave me a fiddling packet. He told me to consume it to the toilet and put it on. It contained one of my cut cotton fiber mini-dresses and one of my remote controlled vibration. As I put that in I got a bit wet with the anticipation of what I was expecting Jon to do to me without actually touching me. As I got back to my seat Jon told me to look at the coat off before I sat down. As I climbed over Jon to get to my butt ( middle one of three ) the woman on the other side of my tail end looked at me and I saw her eyebrows rise as I leaned over Jon. I guess that she'd noticed that the top of my dress was hanging down ( it's a bit baggy, especially as I never fasten the top two buttons ) and she must have seen my breasts. As I sat down I made sure that my frock wasn't between my pussy and the nates. I didn't want to get off the carpenter's plane with a big wet spell on the back of my dress.

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

It was about 30 minutes before Jon gave me the first flak from the vibe. He'd waited until a few minutes after the woman next to me started talking to me again. She was a bit of a stuck-up bitch who fancied herself. She started telling me about herself and her handmaiden, 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 seat arms. Both Jon and the adult female asked me if I was all right at the like fourth dimension. Jon went on to ask me if he could get anything for me. Not thinking too well I said,"No, I'm alright than you Master."

After a few seconds the charwoman said,"Your hubby seems to care for you a lot."Oh, he's not my husband, he's my master copy, 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 captain, 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 gonzo. Really bizarre, I thought I was the lucky one with servants, but to have individual who's a, a submissive, your err. victor is a very prosperous man. Do you do everything that everyone tells you ?"“ I obey only him."I said."commiseration,"she said, looking at me with a funny remark but naughty aspect on her brass. 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 Master,"I repeated,"I'm forbidden, to touch anyone else, or have anyone touch me unless my master key William Tell 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 glass of wine-colored and it wasn't long before I was feeling sleepy. I dozed off and when I woke up the side by side top two and the bottom two buttons of my 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 masses watching us. There was then only four buttons left fastened. If it hadn't been for the derriere in front man of me and the fact that I was in the mediate buttocks of three, I would have had a minor job of people being able-bodied to see my bald pubes.

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

My cunt was quite wet, and Jon must ingest heard the cleaning lady because he switched the vibe on again.

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

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

It was wonderful getting off the aeroplane into a very affectionate, blue-blooded breeze.

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

William Ashley Sunday

Next sunrise, my natal day, Jon woke me up by playing with my pussy for a spell then lifting my legs over his articulatio humeri and ramming his putz hard into me. I'd woken-up while he'd been fingering me ( fantastic way to wake-up ), but I pretended to be asleep right hand until he rammed into me. There's no way I could sleep through that, and Jon knows that.

It was just a perch, lose weight cotton fiber doll and squiffy tube top for me to breakfast, and Jon's succus running down my leg and onto the restaurant hindquarters. The skirt is very shortstop and low slung, if I pull it down as far as it will go you can see the top of my pubes - not that it's sluttish to distinguish cos I don't have any hair there.

After breakfast we went for a retentive manner of walking, it was great feeling the warmth of the sun. Jon had to go and meet a line of work guest in the afternoon so I spent it by the hotel pool. I wore a Wicked Weasel Bikini that Jon got over the net from Commonwealth of Australia that's so diminished that a Band Aid would compensate more. The material is so slim down that you can see the different colour of my mamilla and it hugs every shape of my cranny and protruding clit.

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

That evening Jon took me to a posh restaurant for a big birthday dinner. taper, wine, the lot. I was wearing nothing but a very small, white backless dress and place, the back of the apparel is so low cut that you can see the top of the crack of my ass so it was obvious that I had aught on underneath. I was half expecting Jon to tell me to wear a vibration or Ben Wa or something, but he didn't. Instead he got me inebriate and had to one-half contain me back to the hotel.

Monday

Jon was gone when I woke-up and I grabbed a nursing bottle of piddle and went out onto the balcony in my common sleep attire - nothing. 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 bottoms ) and went to a fast nutrient lieu future threshold for some breakfast before going for a swim in the hotel syndicate. I'd only gone back to the room to collect a towel, not to put anything else on, so I had the pleasance of swimming virtually bottomless. The place seemed Thomas More relaxed and I flashed a mates of the waiter by lifting my knee up on the sun lounger as they walked towards me. One waiter even went round the pool and came back for a second gear feeling. He adjusted the hot seat and dilly-dallier near my metrical foot 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 good afternoon I decided to go to the hotel gym. I needed to get some usage, and besides, I'd seen a nice 6 pack 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 wear. The trunks are way too big for me, so they leave my pussy well exposed when I open my peg. I managed to have a bit of fun and left the place with a duad of men with jut 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 knee joint and as I never cross my stage, just about everyone who walked passed and looked could see my kitty. We got amazing inspection and repair from the Lapp server who stared at me by the pool. poor bloke, his trousers must feature been veridical uncomfortable that Night.

Tuesday

Jon arranged for me to go on one of those sightseeing tours. I suppose it was interesting, but a bit oil production at fourth dimension. 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 skirt, I suppose I should give scared him off by saying,"come on then, get it out and love me right here, you've been trying to for long enough,"loud sufficiency for the others to get a line, but I didn't.

When Jon came back to the hotel he told me that he'd got a bit of a problem, the job there was going to take up a lot longer than he'd expected and he was supposed to be flying over to capital of Cuba the adjacent day, but he wouldn't be finished Miami. He had to get some software to a guest there and they were having job with their internet connection and they weren't convinced that they'd manage to download it on time. He'd arranged for me to take a written matter over there just in sheath. I was a little nervous as I'd never flown on my own, nor been to a foreign country on my own. Jon told me that I didn't have to do much, just fly in, go over the road to the domestic drome and wait until about 2 pm when the Santiago flight of stairs got in. The client 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 get it on which woman to approach he laughed and told me that there wouldn't be many slim, blond white girl there showing caboodle of form.

We had a quietly dark in the hotel bar.

Wednesday

Next morning we were up early. Jon told me to wear one of my visible radiation, short cotton ‘ A'skirt and thin white halter-top. The skirt is a low slung one that relies on the size of my coxa 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. No one was around so the endeavor was wasted - except for knowing that I could do it if I wanted to. I also wore sensible shoes, sunglasses and my Ben Wa formal ( Jon's orders ).

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

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

The short flight was uneventful except for the vibrations of the aeroplane bouncing Ben about a bit. It was a in force job that I'd made sure that my skirt wasn't between my twat 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 domestic airdrome. The main airdrome was quite skillful, but the domestic airport is a bit of a woebegone dump. I wasn't looking forward to the long wait.

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

The sergeant kept me waiting for long time before finally looking up at me. His English people 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 area that day. He apologised for interrupting my journey and told me that I must infer that he had to check-out everything strange and that a beautiful blonde girl, on her own, coming into the state was unusual. He said that he would sustain 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 research me. After being scared a bit by the safety pointing his gun at me I was a bit more unlax with the gracious sounding, excusatory serjeant. When he said that he'd have to explore me I have to include that I got a trivial unrestrained and my nipples went hard. I could feel them pushing my top forward. He got up and walked round to me and told me to put my work force on my head and bedspread my stage. He then ran his fingers through my hair and then ran his handwriting all over the repose of me, and I mean all over me. My tit tingled as he lingered on my breasts, and when he ran his hands up my result leg he stopped dead when he realised that I wasn't wearing any pants. He brought his hand up to his case and looked at my kitty succus on the side of his paw for a minute before running his script up my early leg. This metre he lingered at my pussy before putting the medallion of his deal on my pubic bone and putting a finger slightly inside me. I shuddered and nearly came but he removed his bridge player 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 party logo on it but the early 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 natural law about pornography in this land, and you have just broken them."I hadn't a clue what he was talking about until he turned the monitor troll so that I could see what he was looking at.

It was a video of me on our ‘ fucking machine ’. For any lecturer that haven't read part 6 of my journal, the ‘ fucking auto'is a machine that Jon got someone to build in the back bedroom, or ‘ punishment'room at house. My hands are tied above my point and the machine raises then lowers me onto a dildo over and over again.

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

As I watched, the video ended and with a mouse click another telecasting started. This one was of me spread on the whipping-T with Jon administering a well deserved, and gratefully received whipping. We watched Jon whipping my backside and kitty-cat as I counted the strokes out flashy. At 30 I could clearly get wind myself moaning with pleasure as I had a fantastic orgasm.

When that video ended the serjeant looked up at me and said,"Maybe I'd better search you a bit more exhaustively, choose your top off,"he said. I didn't respond quick enough and he shouted,"Now."He sounded angry and I wasn't about to get him more perturbation so I took my hands off my nous, un-tied and remove my top. My teat were really hard and tingling.

The serjeant stared at me for a piece then got up and walked round the desk to me. He stood in front of me then started mauling my chest. He kept pulling and rolling my nipple between his thumb and finger. I had a veridical problem keeping from moaning with pleasure.

After a few minutes of this he stood back and said,"Now the annulus !"What alternative did I have ? My only real concern was that he might fuck me and ease up me some ugly 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 know me. Not that I would have had practically choice this metre, 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 serjeant told me to put my men back on my oral sex and spread my leg again. Of trend I did. He then started to slide his bridge player all over my keister and snatch. He spent a lot of meter feeling my bald pubic mound, 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 ball."What's that in your cunt ?"he said.

I said,"Ben Wa lump,"but he just looked blankly at me as told me to accept them out. I squatted down and squeezed them out onto the flooring 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 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 early and after about a moment or so a smiling came on his expression and he pushed them back into my pussy.

He turned to me and grabbed my pubic bone again. This time when his finger went into me there was no resistance, it went straight in. He moved it all around inside me. I couldn't assist 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 scared. I could hear him doing something and it sounded like he was undoing his trouser. I thought ‘ brace yourself female child ’.

The side by side thing I felt was a finger going into my ass. It waggled round and pushed quite hard into me. Then it came out. A few seconds later I felt a ovolo going into my ass and a finger's breadth going into my pussy. I was then lifted up by that helping hand. That trauma.

He moved me about a bit then pulled his hand out and recount me to stand up and turn and present him. I then had to circulate my legs again and put my handwriting on my promontory. He then went round to the desk and got out this stumblebum of credit card with 2 metal bars coming out of one end about 2 inch apart. At first I didn't realise what it was, but I soon found out.

He kept me standing there for a brace of minutes before coming up to me and rubbing the gimmick up and down my front. He was saying something about not wanting women like me in the country, but I wasn't really listening to him. Every metre the gimmick went over my breasts or lowly abdomen I got a tingle in my nipples and pussy. It wasn't from the device ; it was just where it was being rubbed. I could sense my juice starting to run down the inside of my legs.

Then it happened, the device was on my good nipple when I got this incredibly strong annoyance all over. I've had the odd 240-volt electric shock by accident at home before, but this was like one C of times stronger. My genu buckled and I screamed out in pain. Somehow I managed to outride on my invertebrate foot, but I'm not sure how. After the initial painful sensation my tit was rock hard and hurting like sin. My snatch was responding too, I could feel an orgasm coming on.

subscriber of my journal will know that pain is something that gives me joy, the more the infliction, the more the pleasure.

I looked at the sergeant and saw the smile on his face, and the bump in his trousers.

The stun gun moved to my left nipple and I watched and waited. I think I saw his finger propel 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 fourth dimension I did collapse to the base. The incredible infliction 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 go. He disappeared for a yoke of minutes then came back with another guard.

The new guard had a good looking at me then explored my boob and pussy with his script. When he touched my tit and button I just about came again. My nips were strong 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 hand on my head, and to open up my legs again. By that time my pussy was gaping open and I could finger their breath inside my kettle of fish 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 occupy being whipped, but I didn't think that it could take the stun gun. I tensed-up in prediction and my face showed that I was scared.

It hit me. I've never screamed so meretricious and cum so hard. My clit felt like it was a burning lead football. I'm sure that I was squirting cum out over the desk. I was shaking and sweating for what seemed similar minute. I vaguely remember seeing the big smile 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 metre it happened I just felt a bit of bother then the adjacent thing I knew I was waking-up in a heap 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 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 open air. My wrists were tied together and the rope was slung over a beam at the side of the construction. I was pulled-up until my base just touched the ground. roach were tied to my articulatio talocruralis and my legs were pulled apart.

I've spent many 60 minutes restrained in that place so I didn't need to try to support my weight on my groundwork. I was too knackered anyway. You get used to being having little ancestry going to your bridge player, and your berm get used to the pain.

One of the men got a bucket of piss 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 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 nuisance and pleasure.

After a minute or so I started to remove in where I was. I was at the side of some sort of service road to the airport. There was what looked like airport actor walking up and down the route and the odd camion going passed. The road was about 3 measure from where I was and most of the passing people were looking over towards me. nearly just looked and kept walk, but a few stopped for a spell and had a practiced look.

After about an hour or so some teenager ( boy and girls ) saw me and came over to me. They were talking to each other, but I couldn't understand what they were saying. Eventually one of the boys put a hand on my left tit. When he touched the nipple I winced, it was VERY stamp and still rock hard. His hand pulled back for a second but soon came back, and had a unspoilt grope. The hired hand then went down to my pubes and he gave a tenuous smile as he held my bald pubes. Only for a back though because it soon went in between my legs and into my pussycat. When he touched my clit I really winced and tried to pull back. My clit still felt like a burn football.

They all had a grope of me, even the miss who seemed very matter to in my want of pubic hair and large clit.

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

A duo of hours later a dirty, seedy man came up to me. He looked like a vagabond, and a slightly slow down one at that. He had a upright grope as well, and even got his dick out and tried to get it to attain my pussy. He didn't appear to throw the sense ( fortunately ) to make that he'd have to let something to place upright on to get senior high school enough.

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

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

By the time the guard duty finally untied me I was getting a fiddling sun-burned. They gave me my wearing apparel and told me to put them on. It was a bit difficult because my arms and hand were numb from having hung by my wrists for hours.

Eventually I managed it and they ‘ escorted'me to the International aerodrome and to the check-in. walk was painful as my clit was still very swollen and sore. After I'd checked-in they saw me through recommendation control then left me. I checked my handbag ; everything was there except for the CD with the videos on. I guess that it ( and copies of it ) will be doing the one shot 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 clit swell more. I was very hungry and drank quite a lot of weewee 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 claim from his client. When he'd been ineffectual 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 room then inspected the ‘ hurt ’. He assured me that my mamilla were all right, just swollen. When he touched them I nearly came because they were still tingling and very spiritualist. I did cum when Jon inspected my clit and then retrieved Ben. After that he told me to take a ‘ sang-froid'bath - which didn't help - apart from feeling clean again.

It was late ( ish ) that night when Jon took me to a restaurant with me wearing just my red mesh dress and high heels. It was a ripe 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 lots of tending from the waiters but I was too exhaust to delight it.

Th

Jon let me kip until 8:00 am. When I woke up the sun was shining, the curtains were wide-cut open up and Jon had taken the blanket off me. I turned my head word 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 roast on the door and I heard Jon shout from the bathroom."Get that please V."I quickly looked for a robe or something but everything was put away. ‘ What the hell !'I thought and opened the room access in the nude person. The look on the server's nerve was priceless. Jon had ordered breakfast and the server wheeled it in and set it up on the mesa. All the time he kept looking over to me. I just stood and watched, still holding the door wide open.

A Danton True Young couplet 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 prolong his stay and walked up to me and held his mitt out. When I realised what he wanted I walked over to where my bag was. It was on the storey so I bent at the waist and gave him a slap-up position of my pussy as I slowly got some money out. When I stood up I saw Jon standing in the lavatory door watching with a big grin on his font. The server hadn't even seen him.

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

Before he left me for the day, Jon inspected my nipple and clit again. They were still swollen and tingling. He told me to wear something cushy over my nipples and keep walking to a minimum so I put on a slick back-less mini-dress with an ‘ A'dame that's quite low at the back.

I went for a hack and asked to be taken to the good promenade that had hatful of clothes shop class. It didn't take farseeing and I was soon slowly walking through the mall getting a beat for what was there. Wow, Miami has some great shop, and just about everything I saw was gimcrack than in the UK.

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

Next I went into a dress shop and selected three annulus to try on. All three were low-slung, the eccentric that you can easily adjust the ‘ waist'so that they feel as if they are about to fall down any second. Of row I had to lease my clothes off to try the bird on and the changing cubicle didn't have a mirror in it. It looked as if it did at one time because there were screw that looked as if they'd held a mirror in berth once. So, to see what the bird looked like on I had to go out into the main boutique are. The offspring girl did a doubling take when she saw me, but carried no serving someone else.

When she'd finished serving that adult female she came over to me and asked if I wanted any avail. I asked her if she though the annulus looked well on me and watched her eyes as she said it looked great. Her eyes never even looked at the skirt ; they were glued to my puff up nipples. I have to accept, my nipples are big ( not like the rest of my tits ) at the best of times, but they were like Jon's quarter round 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 main shop area topless, but I ignored her and I told her that I'd go and try one of the other skirts on. She asked if I'd like any help. After a quick thought I said,"Yes"and she followed me into the cubicle. Before she's closed the curtain I dropped the skirt 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 daughter stared at me again, this time down at my bald snatch. I let her for a few arcsecond before asking her to take place me one of the other skirts. She woke-up again, said sorry, and got one for me. To break the secretiveness I told her that I never wear underwear and hoped that she didn't thinker. She said no, and told me that she didn't either. And just to try out it, she lifted her skirt at the front to discover a nicely trimmed President Bush."lots nicer being unfreeze 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 niggling surprised, but unfastened it and bent down holding it candid for me to step into it. As I did she saw my swollen clit and said,"That looks painful."“ It is"I said,"it needs some TLC"wondering if she'd unpaid worker. She didn't and when both stage were in she slit the skirt up to my rosehip. The skirt fastened at the nominal head and her subdued gentle work force felt good on my tummy 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 cheeseparing 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 material down. I told her that I wanted to see if I could get it any lower so I adjusted the fastening and pulled it down on my articulatio coxae again."Oops !"I said as the wench slid too far down my hips and down to the base. needle to say I didn't bang after it, in fact I looked over at the man and the little girl to make certain that they were looking before I stepped out of it and flex ( at the waist ) to break up it up. The man got a swell position of my pussy and I felt a bit of a haste of succus as I looked between my pegleg to watch over him watching me.

I picked the wench 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 base wench with the girl fiddling round the top of the offer of my ass to fasten it. I didn't like that one so I took it off and I put my attire back on. The man looked a bit discomfited when I appeared with my wearing apparel on.

I bought the initiatory skirt that I tried-on, it felt ripe, looked secure, could easily blow up in the wind, and could easily be adjusted so that it wouldn't take much for it to hang down.

From there I went for a coffee at a café in unresolved expanse of mall. I sat there mighty next to where deal of hoi polloi were walking towards me. I never cross my leg, but with my awful egotistic button I needed to founder it lot of room so that it didn't harm more. I noticed one old man go round three clip to get to see to a greater extent. When I saw him coming the tertiary time I deliberately opened my legs wider so that he really could see everything. I think I made that old man's day. I had three loving cup of java before I finally moved on.

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

I know, I'm a very vamper.

I spotted one man following me up a match of times ; he had this bag that had recollective handgrip so the bag was nearly on the floor. I thought I saw a video recording photographic camera pointing up out of it so I thought I'd make up his attempt worthwhile. I timed it so that I was right in front of him as we got onto the escalator clause then stood with my animal foot about a foot apart. Half way up I lifted my impart foot up a stone's throw and leaned forward to rub my foot. I looked back down my side and saw the bag virtually in between my leg. I saw a red lighting in the bag as well.

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

Next it was the obligatory shoe store. There's no way I can go shopping without flashing my snatch to some lucky male person horseshoe shop class assistant, and by that time it was a very damp pussy. I waited around just looking until this young man was discharge. 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 finale to cumming as I was.

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

We had a still night in the hotel eatery 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 pool field. 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 piffling halter-top and short-circuit skirt with our juice running down the insides of my legs.

After breakfast Jon told me we were going for a walk. I had to go and alter into what is basically 3 rectangles of material. The one that goes over my boob is held with 2 cords, one round my cervix and the former troll my body, a bit like a bikini top, but totally unfitted. The other 2 rectangles cover my bum and kitty. A cord goes assail my pelvis to hold them in blank space. When Jon got me to make it he got me to include a detachable cord that goes in between my peg to the merchant ship of the rectangles. It's to stop the front or back blowing right up. As it turned out that cord stopped a few citizenry seeing my bum and pussy because it was quite windy that day. Jon also got me to select a couple of pocket-size towels - just in case.

After walking a mile or so Jon saw a shop merchandising things for the beach. He went in and got us some fin, masquerade and breather. He'd decided that we were going swimming.

There was no way that I could rifle naked and go swimming, not there, so I had to swim wearing what I had on. The water 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 defenseless 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 masquerade party, spent quite a farseeing metre getting close to me and swimming turn and under me that I decided to depend to see what he could see. ideate my surprise when I realised that all 3 rectangles had gone. Apart from the mask and flippers I was naked. I swam over to Jon and asked him if he knew. He told me that I'd been like that for ages, but he wasn't going to tell me.

We carried on swimming and messing about for a piece longer until the man got bored 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 system 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 piss and was getting dry while I stayed in waiting for things to get a bit quieter. Eventually I decided that I'd have to make a move. There was this prissy hunk walking down the waters edge on his own. I stood up and walked straight passed him to Jon. His face was a flick. 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 able-bodied 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 lessen down anyway.

Jon decided to get a taxi back to the hotel and the driver had a in force expression as I got in. At the hotel the ostiary got a real eyeful when he opened my door. In the cosmetic surgery Jon took the towel off me and gave me the fin to carry. I had to walk all along the corridor to our way totally nude except for 2 pairs of flipper. A middle-aged brace looked really surprised when they came out of their room right in strawman 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 stupefy gun and he'd posted it to himself. He reckoned that it stood a best chance of getting though in the position 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 extend Ben in my bag. No metal detector problems. Once we cleared security I had to put them in. I was delight because the low vibrations of the flight keep me excited.

The escape was nearly vacate and we settled in a window prat. After some food 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, meritless cabin crew person, to get one for me. It was so repose, and Ben had been at work, so I got Jon's dick out and filled my mouth.

After a brace of mo Jon decided that we should renew our membership of the naut mi high gild. I don't think that anyone saw us go into the toilet but as we were walking back to our tail end a stewardess walked passed us and gave me that ‘ knowing smile ’. In the toilet Jon lifted me up straight away and opened my ramification. Before I knew it he was pushing his dick into me. trouble was he'd forgotten that I was wearing Ben. He didn't hurt himself and quickly put his finger in and got them out. The surprise hadn't cooled him down and he came quite quickly.

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

It was the William Ashley Sunday before my pinch and clit were back down to their normal sizing and the stun gun arrived the surveil Wed. Jon keeps it on display in the penalization 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 wetter.

That was my first experience of United States ( 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.

love

Vanessa