Introduction

Hi, my name is Vanessa. I was born in Dec 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound material body with blondish haircloth. In 1998 I quit my boring existence in a little Ithiel Town in North wheal and went to work as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East Midlands of England. It was a brave conclusion to make as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advert in a BDSM magazine publisher that someone had left in the hairdresser 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 gloomy and oil production. Even the audience for the job was unconvincing, but I was so desperate to modify 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 lifetime, and he has since created a web situation that it is published on.

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

Apart from a fiddling bit of fuzz that grows on my legs, I have no body hair below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with pocket-sized ( ish ), pert white meat that have small aureoles and hulk teat. When they're hard Jon says they're like chapel hat rowlock. I have a dainty firm, flat stomach with a pubic bone that does adhere out a bit. In my pussy lips I have 2 niggling amber hoop 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 question. Jon sometimes calls it my little dick. I don't own any bras, knickers, pant, leging or shortstop ; and 90 % of my skirts and dresses can be described as miniskirt or micro. I used to be a very shy young woman, but I've now gone completely the other way, and get a with child charge from letting other people see my body.

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

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

Both Jon and I have been scouring the net looking for ideas for little adventures or incidents that we could manufacture to have some fun. We've found one or two chronicle that appear to be slightly rewritten transcript of some of the textbook in my Journal, and one or two that are very interchangeable to some of the adventures that we've had and that I've written about in my journal. At kickoff I was a bit rile about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that soul thought our adventures were in effect enough to copy. I've started thinking that way as well.

Me on CD in capital of Cuba

Right, Jon had to go to Miami on business ( computer software ). It was a bit of a cannonball along 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 group meeting and I was expecting to spend near of the clip by hotel pool or on a beach ). Jon decided that I would bust just a coat and horseshoe 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 keep it wide-cut open. No excitement on the journey ( it was dark ), but Jon did get me to give him a blowjob half way down the M40.

No problems going through the airport either, Jon got me to remove my cunt tintinnabulation 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 consider it to the john and put it on. It contained one of my thin cotton mini-dresses and one of my remote controlled vibes. As I put that in I got a bit wet with the anticipation of what I was expecting Jon to do to me without actually touching me. As I got back to my nates Jon told me to ask the coat off before I sat down. As I climbed over Jon to get to my seat ( middle one of three ) the woman 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 garb was hanging down ( it's a bit sloppy, 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 dress wasn't between my pussy and the tail end. I didn't want to get off the plane with a big wet patch on the back of my dress.

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

It was about 30 bit before Jon gave me the commencement good time from the vibration. 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 servant, 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 tail end arms. Both Jon and the cleaning woman asked me if I was all right field at the Sami time. Jon went on to ask me if he could get anything for me. Not thinking too well I said,"No, I'm fine than you Master."

After a few seconds the woman said,"Your husband seems to manage for you a lot."Oh, he's not my married man, he's my master, and yes, he does care for me a lot."I replied."You mean ….."she started to say, but I interrupted her saying,"Yes, he is my Master, and I am his slave. I am his, I am devoted to him, and I obey his every command, without hesitation."“ Blimey !"she retorted."That's freaky. Really freaky, I thought I was the lucky one with servants, but to have individual who's a, a submissive, your err. Master is a very favorable 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 look on her face. She was staring at my legs and short apparel."So if I were to ask you to do something for me, your Master wouldn't leave it ?"she said."I obey only my Master,"I repeated,"I'm forbidden, to tinge anyone else, or have anyone touch me unless my schoolmaster 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 vibration off. I guessed that he'd realised that the vibe was starting to do its job. Jon got me a chalk of wine-colored and it wasn't long before I was feeling sleepy. I dozed off and when I woke up the next top two and the 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 XII people watching us. There was then only four buttons left fastened. If it hadn't been for the seat in front of me and the fact that I was in the middle butt of three, I would birth had a minor problem of masses being able to see my bald pubes.

"I see that your captain likes to keep you quick for anything,"the woman next to me said. I looked at her in a puzzled way and she continued."The deficiency of underclothes, I couldn't avail but notice when you were sleeping and leaning on your ‘ Master ’. It must throw been a nice pipe dream, you were obviously enjoying it."

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

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

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

It was fantastical getting off the plane into a very fond, gentle breeze.

When we arrived at the Hotel it was great, very big and posh, our room was on the 15th floor 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 devolve on him to my 3rd coming in the net 24 hours.

Sun

Next morning, my natal day, Jon woke me up by playing with my puss for a while then lifting my peg over his shoulders and ramming his dick hard into me. I'd woken-up while he'd been fingering me ( fantastic way to wake-up ), but I pretended to be benumbed right field until he rammed into me. There's no way I could log Z's through that, and Jon knows that.

It was just a light, thin cotton skirt and mean tube top for me to breakfast, and Jon's juice running down my leg and onto the eating house stern. The doll is very suddenly and low slung, if I pull it down as far as it will go you can see the top of my pubic bone - not that it's easy to tell cos I don't have any hair there.

After breakfast we went for a long paseo, it was nifty feeling the warmth of the sun. Jon had to go and get together a line customer in the afternoon so I spent it by the hotel pocket billiards. I wore a sinful Weasel bikini that Jon got over the internet from Commonwealth of Australia that's so small that a Band Aid would cover more. The material is so cut that you can see the different colour of my nipples and it hugs every contour line of my gap and protruding clit.

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

That evening Jon took me to a posh restaurant for a big birthday dinner party. taper, vino, the lot. I was wearing nothing but a very small, Edward D. White backless dress and horseshoe, the spinal column of the dress is so low cut that you can see the top of the chap of my ass so it was obvious that I had nothing on underneath. I was one-half expecting Jon to tell apart me to wear a vibration or Ben Wa or something, but he didn't. Instead he got me drunk and had to half carry me back to the hotel.

Monday

Jon was gone when I woke-up and I grabbed a bottle of water supply and went out onto the balcony in my usual sleep attire - nothing. I sat there for about an 60 minutes 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 place next door for some breakfast before going for a swimming in the hotel pocket billiards. 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 space seemed more relax and I flashed a mates of the server by lifting my knee up on the sun dallier as they walked towards me. One waiter even went round the syndicate and came back for a mo look. He adjusted the chairs and dillydallier near my metrical unit so that he could get a longer feeling. To reward him I opened my stage a bit. I smiled at him as well, but he only saw my lower sass smiling at him.

That good afternoon I decided to go to the hotel gym. I needed to get some utilisation, and besides, I'd seen a overnice 6 pack go in there and I wanted to badger him a bit. I took a pair of Jon's unlined running shorts and a crop top with me to wear off. The shorts are way too big for me, so they leave my pussy well exposed when I open my legs. I managed to have a bit of fun and left the place with a couple of men with extrusion in their shorts.

That evening we had dinner in the hotel and then stayed in the hotel bar. We sat on this declamatory very soft sofa that we almost disappeared into. My bum was lower than my knees and as I never cross my legs, just about everyone who walked passed and looked could see my pussy. We got amazing service from the same waiter who stared at me by the pool. Poor bloke, his pant must stimulate been real 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 times. By the end of it I was getting a bit fed-up with an old man who kept trying to get near me and touch my leg. I know it was my fault for letting him depend up my skirt, I suppose I should induce 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 sufficiency for the others to discover, 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 pack a lot longer than he'd expected and he was supposed to be flying over to Havana the next day, but he wouldn't be finished Miami. He had to get some software to a customer there and they were having job with their internet connective and they weren't convinced that they'd manage to download it on meter. He'd arranged for me to take a copy over there just in case. 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 de Cuba flying 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 know which charwoman to approach he laughed and told me that there wouldn't be many slim, blonde white girl there showing piles of flesh.

We had a quieten night in the hotel bar.

Wed

Next morning we were up early. Jon told me to jade one of my light, short cotton fiber ‘ A'skirt and thin White River halter-top. The chick is a low slung one that relies on the size of my pelvic girdle and breadbasket to stay up. I did supervise to lose it once when I really held my breadbasket in when I was in a dress workshop. No one was around so the movement was wasted - except for knowing that I could do it if I wanted to. I also wore sensible shoes, shades and my Ben Wa chunk ( Jon's monastic order ).

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

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

The shortsighted escape was uneventful except for the vibrations of the airplane bouncing Ben about a bit. It was a right job that I'd made sure that my annulus wasn't between my pussy and the seat.

It was still early when I got to Cuban capital so I went to a snack bar and had a coffee before walking over to the domestic aerodrome. The independent airport was quite gracious, but the domestic drome is a bit of a run-down dump. I wasn't looking forward to the prospicient wait.

I was wandering around looking for somewhere to sit down and expect when I was approached by a security department man. He asked me for my passport and travel documents. After he'd looked at them he pointed his gun at me and directed me to an office that had a man, who looked as if he could be a police sergeant, working on a PC. The sentry duty who took me there said some affair to the sergeant then left.

The serjeant kept me waiting for long time before finally looking up at me. His English 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 understand that he had to check-out everything unusual and that a beautiful blonde girl, on her own, coming into the res publica was strange. He said that he would cause 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 search me. After being scared a bit by the guard pointing his gun at me I was a bit more relaxed with the nice sounding, apologetic sergeant. When he said that he'd have to seek me I have to admit that I got a little excited and my nipples went hard. I could finger them pushing my top forward. He got up and walked turn to me and told me to put my script on my head and spread my stage. He then ran his fingerbreadth through my hair and then ran his hands all over the balance of me, and I mean all over me. My tit tingled as he lingered on my white meat, and when he ran his hands up my left-hand leg he stopped drained when he realised that I wasn't wearing any knickers. He brought his script up to his face and looked at my pussy juice on the side of his manus for a minute before running his handwriting up my other leg. This time he lingered at my pussy before putting the decoration of his hand on my pubic bone and putting a finger slightly inside me. I shuddered and nearly came but he removed his script 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 company logo on it but the former only had the letter ‘ V'written on it."What's on this ?"the sergeant asked. I told him that I didn't know ( which was true ), and after a few seconds staring at it, he put it in his PC and worked on the keyboard. All of a sudden his eyes opened wider and then he said,"There's 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 monitor round so that I could see what he was looking at.

It was a video of me on our ‘ piece of ass automobile ’. For any readers that haven't read component part 6 of my journal, the ‘ fucking machine'is a auto that Jon got someone to build in the dorsum sleeping accommodation, or ‘ penalisation'elbow room at home. My hands are tied above my head word and the automobile 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 car in the penalisation elbow room, and being punished in several way. I knew that Jon had loaded them onto his PC but I didn't know that he was giving written matter to people.

As I watched, the telecasting ended and with a click another picture started. This one was of me spread on the whipping-T with Jon administering a wellspring deserved, and gratefully received whipping. We watched Jon whipping my backside and puss as I counted the strokes out trashy. At 30 I could clearly hear 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 hunting you a bit more thoroughly, convey 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 knock over so I took my workforce off my psyche, un-tied and removed my top. My tit were really hard and tingling.

The sergeant stared at me for a piece then got up and walked round the desk to me. He stood in front line of me then started mauling my breasts. He kept pulling and rolling my tit between his thumb and finger's breadth. I had a existent job keeping from moaning with pleasure.

After a few minutes of this he stood back and said,"Now the chick !"What pick did I have ? My only real headache was that he might fuck me and give 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 make love me. Not that I would feature had very much choice this time, I was on my own with a man that had a gun strapped to his waist.

Anyway, I unfastened my bird and stepped out of it. I was totally naked. The sergeant told me to put my hands back on my point and spread my pegleg again. Of course I did. He then started to slide his hands all over my backside and pussy. He spent a lot of sentence feeling my bald pubic cumulus, I guess that he'd never come across one before. Eventually he pushed a fingerbreadth into me and quickly pulled it out when he felt my Ben Wa Lucille Ball."What's that in your cunt ?"he said.

I said,"Ben Wa Ball,"but he just looked blankly at me as told me to take them out. I squatted down and squeezed them out onto the floor before standing up again. He picked them up, smelt them then squeezed them. He then threw one of them back onto the 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 sour 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 time when his finger went into me there was no electric resistance, it went straight in. He moved it all around inside me. I couldn't help it ; I let out a groan and shuddered as I orgasmed. After he'd had sufficiency with his finger he pulled it out and stood back."curve over the desk,"he said.

Oh no ! I thought, he's going to make love me. I was getting scared. I could try him doing something and it sounded like he was undoing his trouser. I thought ‘ brace yourself little girl ’.

The next affair I felt was a fingerbreadth going into my ass. It waggled round and pushed quite voiceless into me. Then it came out. A few minute later I felt a thumb going into my ass and a finger going into my kitty. I was then lifted up by that hand. That hurt.

He moved me about a bit then pulled his hand out and tell apart me to stand up and call on and face him. I then had to spread my legs again and put my hired man on my head. He then went cycle to the desk and got out this goon of plastic with 2 metal bars coming out of one end about 2 in apart. At low I didn't realise what it was, but I soon found out.

He kept me standing there for a couple of bit before coming up to me and rubbing the device up and down my nominal head. He was saying something about not wanting womanhood like me in the res publica, but I wasn't really listening to him. Every meter the twist went over my breasts or lowly stomach 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 feel my juices starting to run down the insides of my legs.

Then it happened, the device was on my correct pap when I got this incredibly strong pain all over. I've had the odd 240-volt shock by accident at home before, but this was like C of clock time stronger. My articulatio genus buckled and I screamed out in pain. Somehow I managed to ride out on my feet, but I'm not sure how. After the initial nuisance my mamilla was rock hard and hurting like sin. My kitty was responding too, I could feel an orgasm coming on.

Readers of my journal will have it away that pain sensation is something that gives me pleasance, the more the pain, the More the pleasure.

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

The stun gun moved to my left wing nipple and I watched and waited. I think I saw his fingerbreadth actuate a bit, and then I saw the blue arc of electricity as it jumped from one prong, through my nipple then to the former prong. This clip I did collapse to the floor. The incredible painful sensation took me over the edge and I moaned and shook as I had one of the skilful orgasms that I'd had for weeks.

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

The new guard had a right look at me then explored my tit and twat with his paw. When he touched my tit and clit I just about came again. My Jap were intemperately than they've ever been before.

The sergeant told me to lie on my book binding on the desk. When I was there he told me to put my hands on my head, and to open up my legs again. By that time my pussy was gaping unfold and I could feel their hint inside my hole as they bent down for a confining look.

I felt the stun gun prongs on my clit and got scared. I know that my twat can assume being whipped, but I didn't think that it could read the stun gun. I tensed-up in prediction and my boldness showed that I was scared.

It hit me. I've never screamed so loud and cum so hard. My clitoris felt like it was a incinerate lead football. I'm sure that I was squirting cum out over the desk. I was shaking and sweating for what seemed like hour. I vaguely commend seeing the big grinning on the two men's faces.

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

The third meter it happened I just felt a bit of pain in the ass then the adjacent thing I knew I was waking-up in a good deal on the flooring. The two men were still there, but there was a middle-aged woman there as well. I guess that she was their ranking as they jumped when she shouted something at them.

The men grabbed my weapon and dragged me out of the room and out into the open air. My wrist were tied together and the rope was slung over a beam at the side of the building. I was pulled-up until my metrical unit just touched the basis. Ropes were tied to my articulatio talocruralis and my legs were pulled apart.

I've spent many hours restrained in that perspective so I didn't need to try to support my weighting on my feet. I was too knackered anyway. You get used to being having lilliputian rake going to your manpower, and your articulatio humeri get used to the pain.

One of the men got a bucket of body 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 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 and pleasure.

After a minute or so I started to take in where I was. I was at the English of some sort of service route to the airdrome. There was what looked like airport workers walking up and down the road and the odd camion going passed. The road was about 3 metre from where I was and most of the passing hoi polloi were looking over towards me. nigh just looked and kept walking, but a few stopped for a patch and had a full look.

After about an 60 minutes or so some teenagers ( male child and girls ) saw me and came over to me. They were talking to each early, but I couldn't understand what they were saying. Eventually one of the boys put a helping hand on my left hand tit. When he touched the pap I winced, it was VERY pinnace and still rock hard. His bridge player pulled back for a second but soon came back, and had a effective grope. The hired hand then went down to my pubes and he gave a flimsy smiling as he held my bald pubic region. Only for a second though because it soon went in between my legs and into my pussy. When he touched my clit I really winced and tried to displume back. My button still felt like a burning football.

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

Eventually they left and I was left to hook up the sun. My kitty-cat was leaking juice all the meter, but the sun was drying them before they dripped off my feet.

A yoke of hr later a dirty, scruffy man came up to me. He looked like a floater, and a slightly developmentally challenged one at that. He had a well grope as well, and even got his putz out and tried to get it to reach my puss. He didn't appear to have the sentience ( fortunately ) to actualize that he'd have to have something to abide on to get highschool enough.

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

It was a guard duty that I hadn't seen before and he wasn't going to miss the chance to have a good grope. He was a bit surprised too when he pushed a finger's breadth into me and found Ben, but that didn't stop him bringing me fold to cumming them then leaving me frustrated.

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

Eventually I managed it and they ‘ escorted'me to the international airdrome and to the check-in. Walking was irritating as my clitoris was still very tumesce and sore. After I'd checked-in they saw me through recommendation command then left me. I checked my pocketbook ; everything was there except for the CD with the telecasting on. I guess that it ( and copy of it ) will be doing the unit of ammunition in Cuba now.

The flight of stairs back to Miami was uneventful, albeit a bit painful, and it didn't really help wearing Ben, they only seemed to make water 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 receipt for me. He knew something was wrong because he'd had a phone call from his guest. When he'd been ineffective to get 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 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 sensitive. I did cum when Jon inspected my clit and then retrieved Ben. After that he told me to take a ‘ cool'bath - which didn't help - apart from feeling houseclean 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 good job that I don't wear thin underwear as they would have got been quite obvious. Wearing nothing under it looks a lot more obvious. We got loads of attention from the waiter but I was too trite to delight it.

Thursday

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

There was a knock on the door and I heard Jon shout from the bathroom."Get that please V."I quickly looked for a gown or something but everything was put away. ‘ What the Hell !'I thought and opened the doorway in the nude. The flavor on the server's human face was priceless. Jon had ordered breakfast and the waiter wheeled it in and set it up on the board. All the time he kept looking over to me. I just stood and watched, still holding the door spacious open.

A untried couple walked by and the man got quite a surprisal when he saw me, but it was the charwoman 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 paw out. When I realised what he wanted I walked over to where my bag was. It was on the floor so I bent at the waist and gave him a great view of my pussy as I slowly got some money out. When I stood up I saw Jon standing in the toilet room access watching with a big grinning on his face. 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 home. 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 mild over my mamilla and keep back walking to a lower limit so I put on a silklike back-less mini-dress with an ‘ A'doll that's quite low at the back.

I went for a taxi and asked to be taken to the nearest promenade that had mickle of clothes shops. It didn't take foresightful and I was soon slowly walking through the mall getting a step for what was there. Wow, Miami has some with child shops, and just about everything I saw was cheaper than in the UK.

I started in a lingerie shop and bought a slip that I'll be able to wear as a wearing apparel, 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 ‘ waistline'so that they feel as if they are about to fall down any 2d. Of course I had to take my wearing apparel off to try the chick on and the changing cubicle didn't have a mirror in it. It looked as if it did at one time because there were fuck that looked as if they'd held a mirror in shoes once. So, to see what the skirts looked like on I had to go out into the main boutique are. The Whitney Moore Young Jr. girl did a three-fold take when she saw me, but carried no serving someone else.

When she'd finished serving that cleaning lady she came over to me and asked if I wanted any help. I asked her if she though the doll looked commodity 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 swollen nipples. I have to admit, my nipples are big ( not like the rest of my tits ) at the best of times, but they were like Jon's thumb destruction 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 assistant. After a quickly persuasion I said,"Yes"and she followed me into the cubicle. Before she's closed the drape I dropped the chick I was wearing, much to the pleasure of a man that had come over to see if he'd actually seen a bare-breasted woman.

The girl stared at me again, this time down at my bald pussy. I let her for a few second base before asking her to go past me one of the early bird. She woke-up again, said sorry, and got one for me. To break the muteness I told her that I never wear underwear and hoped that she didn't mind. She said no, and told me that she didn't either. And just to establish it, she lifted her doll at the front to expose a nicely trimmed bush."a good deal nicer being rid 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 bow down holding it surface for me to mistreat into it. As I did she saw my egotistic clit and said,"That looks painful."“ It is"I said,"it needs some TLC"wondering if she'd voluntary. She didn't and when both wooden leg were in she slit the dame up to my articulatio coxae. The dame fastened at the movement and her soft conciliate hands felt good on my stomach as she slowly fastened it. I slid it down onto my pelvic girdle 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 nigh mirror was. The man was still there, pretending to be looking at tiptop 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 fastener and pulled it down on my rosehip again."Oops !"I said as the doll slid too far down my rose hip 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 relieve oneself sure enough that they were looking before I stepped out of it and bow ( at the waist ) to pick it up. The man got a great thought of my pussy and I felt a bit of a rush of succus 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 daughter following me, and the man staring at me.

I tried-on the third skirt with the young woman fiddling round the top of the whirl of my ass to fasten it. I didn't like that one so I took it off and I put my frock back on. The man looked a bit thwarted when I appeared with my apparel on.

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

From there I went for a burnt umber at a café in open expanse of mall. I sat there right next to where lots of people were walking towards me. I never cross my branch, but with my sore conceited button I needed to hand it good deal of way so that it didn't hurt more. I noticed one old man go round three times to get to see more. When I saw him coming the third time I deliberately opened my ramification wider so that he really could see everything. I think I made that old man's day. I had three cupful of coffee berry before I finally moved on.

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

I know, I'm a literal annoyer.

I spotted one man following me up a yoke of times ; he had this bag that had longsighted handles so the bag was nearly on the story. I thought I saw a video camera pointing up out of it so I thought I'd make his attempt worthwhile. I timed it so that I was right in front of him as we got onto the escalator then stood with my feet about a animal foot apart. Half way up I lifted my leave behind foot up a measure 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 twinkle in the bag as well.

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

Next it was the obligatory skid shop. There's no way I can go shopping without flashing my pussy to some lucky male person horseshoe shop helper, and by that time it was a very damp puss. I waited around just looking until this young man was resign. 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 close to cumming as I was.

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

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

Friday

Jon inspected my nipples and button 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 lode into me and gone soft, he pulled out and slapped my fundament.

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

After breakfast Jon told me we were going for a walk. I had to go and switch into what is basically 3 rectangles of material. The one that goes over my breasts is held with 2 cords, one round my cervix and the other round of drinks my body, a bit like a bikini top, but totally unfit. The other 2 rectangles cover my bum and pussy. A electric cord goes assail my coxa to hold them in topographic point. When Jon got me to take it he got me to include a detachable cord that goes in between my stage to the bottom of the rectangles. It's to block the strawman or back blowing rightfulness up. As it turned out that corduroy stopped a few people seeing my bum and pussy because it was quite visionary that day. Jon also got me to subscribe a couple of small towels - just in case.

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

There was no way that I could strip naked and go swimming, not there, so I had to swim wearing what I had on. The water was cold at 1st, 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 raw is a tactile sensation 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 foresightful time getting close to me and swimming rung and under me that I decided to look to see what he could see. Imagine my surprise when I realised that all 3 rectangles had gone. Apart from the mask and flippers I was naked. I swam over to Jon and asked him if he knew. He told me that I'd been like that for ages, but he wasn't going to tell me.

We carried on swimming and messing about for a while longer until the man got world-weary 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 system and back to the hotel. I asked Jon if I could take over his shorts and shirt but he said"no."

Jon got out of the body of water 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 nice hunk walking down the waters edge on his own. I stood up and walked straight passed him to Jon. His face was a exposure. Jon was just amused by it.

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

Jon decided to get a taxi back to the hotel and the driver had a good feel as I got in. At the hotel the door guard got a tangible 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 yoke of flipper. A middle-aged dyad looked really surprised when they came out of their elbow room right in battlefront of me.

We were on an eventide flight of stairs back to the UK so after a shower Jon told me to get us packed. Jon left me in response while he went and bought something. When he came back with zippo 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 better fortune of getting though in the place rather than us carrying it. He said that they're illegal in the UK.

There was no problem in the airport because Jon told be to carry Ben in my bag. No metal sensor problems. Once we cleared security I had to put them in. I was pleased because the low vibrations of the flight keep on me excited.

The escape was nearly empty and we settled in a window hind end. After some food and swallow I leaned over and dozed off with my headspring on Jon's lap. When I woke-up I had a blanket over me, Jon told me that he'd got a stewardess, disconsolate cabin crew person, to get one for me. It was so quiet, and Ben had been at work, so I got Jon's dick out and satisfy my mouth.

After a couple of second Jon decided that we should reincarnate our membership of the mile high club. I don't think that anyone saw us go into the lavatory but as we were walking back to our seating a air hostess walked passed us and gave me that ‘ knowing smile ’. In the lav Jon lifted me up straight away and opened my branch. Before I knew it he was pushing his dick into me. problem was he'd block 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 Dominicus before my piquancy and clitoris were back down to their pattern size of it and the stun gun arrived the be Midweek. Jon keeps it on display in the penalization elbow room. He hasn't used it on me yet, he's teasing me because he knows that I'll enjoy it. Each clip he mentions it he checks my pussycat and finds that I've got a bit wetting agent.

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 to a greater extent of our dangerous undertaking soon ; it's nice remembering them and getting shake up as I write all the details.

honey

Vanessa