Introduction

Hi, my name is Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound form with blondish fuzz. In 1998 I quit my boring existence in a little Ithiel Town in North wale and went to work as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the E Midlands of England. It was a unfearing decision to realize as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advertising in a BDSM magazine that individual had left in the hairdressers where I worked. I didn't really make out what I was letting myself in for, but I really did need to do something because my aliveness was so dreary and boring. Even the audience for the job was unconvincing, but I was so despairing 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 site that it is published on.

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

Apart from a piddling bit of hair that grows on my pegleg, I have no consistence tomentum below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with small ( ish ), pert breasts that have small nimbus and giant nipples. When they're firmly Jon says they're like chapel hat pegs. I have a nice business firm, monotone tum with a pubic bone that does cleave out a bit. In my cunt lips I have 2 little gold rings that Jon put in me. My clitoris is very prominent and is usually sticking out between my lips. It's about an inch long with a fiddling stave head teacher. Jon sometimes calls it my little tool. I don't own any bandeau, pants, pant, legging or shorts ; and 90 % of my skirts 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 great thrill from letting other masses see my body.

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

Jon told me to stop writing my daybook in the summertime 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 cyberspace looking for ideas for little adventures or incidents that we could manufacture to have some fun. We've found one or two stories that appear to be slightly rewritten written matter of some of the text in my Journal, and one or two that are very similar to some of the escapade that we've had and that I've written about in my diary. At showtime I was a bit annoyed about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that soul thought our adventures were good enough to replicate. I've started thinking that way as well.

Me on CD in Cuban capital

Right, Jon had to go to Miami on business sector ( reckoner package ). It was a bit of a rush 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 wearing apparel with him than I did ( well he was going to commercial enterprise meetings and I was expecting to spend nigh of the time by hotel pool or on a beach ). Jon decided that I would wear just a pelage 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 keep it wide overt. No excitement on the journeying ( it was moody ), but Jon did get me to give him a blowjob half way down the M40.

No problem going through the airdrome either, Jon got me to remove my snatch rings a few months ago so the metallic element demodulator didn't have anything to bleep at.

After we'd taken off Jon opened his briefcase and gave me a trivial computer software. He told me to learn it to the toilet and put it on. It contained one of my slight cotton mini-dresses and one of my remote controlled vibes. As I put that in I got a bit wet with the prevision 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 use up 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 meat of my buns looked at me and I saw her eyebrows hike as I leaned over Jon. I guess that she'd noticed that the top of my dress was hanging down ( it's a bit loose-fitting, especially as I never fasten the top two buttons ) and she must have seen my bosom. As I sat down I made sure that my frock wasn't between my pussy and the seat. I didn't want to get off the sheet with a big wet patch on the rachis of my dress.

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

It was about 30 minutes before Jon gave me the first blast from the vibe. He'd waited until a few minutes after the 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 servants, 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 place weaponry. Both Jon and the woman asked me if I was all rightfulness at the Saami clock time. Jon went on to ask me if he could get anything for me. Not thinking too well I said,"No, I'm OK than you Master."

After a few seconds the woman said,"Your husband seems to manage for you a lot."Oh, he's not my husband, he's my Master, and yes, he does care for me a lot."I replied."You mean ….."she started to say, but I interrupted her saying,"Yes, he is my maestro, and I am his slave. I am his, I am devoted to him, and I obey his every command, without hesitation."“ Blimey !"she retorted."That's eccentric. Really freaky, I thought I was the lucky one with handmaiden, but to give birth someone who's a, a submissive, your err. Master is a very lucky man. Do you do everything that everyone tells you ?"“ I obey only him."I said."Pity,"she said, looking at me with a suspect but naughty locution on her face. She was staring at my legs and short attire."So if I were to ask you to do something for me, your Master wouldn't allow for it ?"she said."I obey only my Master,"I repeated,"I'm forbidden, to adjoin anyone else, or have anyone touch me unless my professional Tell me to it."

Just then Jon interrupted and asked me if I wanted a swallow. 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 glass of wine and it wasn't long before I was feeling sleepy. I dozed off and when I woke up the next top two and the fanny two push button 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 12 people watching us. There was then only four buttons left fastened. If it hadn't been for the seat in front line of me and the fact that I was in the middle seat of three, I would possess had a fry problem of people being able to see my bald pubes.

"I see that your professional likes to hold back you cook for anything,"the womanhood next to me said. I looked at her in a baffle way and she continued."The lack of underwear, I couldn't help but notice when you were sleeping and leaning on your ‘ Master ’. It must throw been a nice dream, you were obviously enjoying it."

My kitty was quite wet, and Jon must have heard the adult female because he switched the vibe on again.

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

The rest period of the flight of stairs 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 brink twice. I'm sure that the woman knew what was going on ; she kept giving me these unusual, knowing smiles.

It was fantastic getting off the plane into a very warm, easy breeze.

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

Sunday

Next morning, my birthday, Jon woke me up by playing with my pussy for a while then lifting my legs over his berm 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 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 luminosity, thin cotton skirt and tight underground top for me to breakfast, and Jon's juice running down my legs and onto the restaurant seat. The skirt is very short and low slung, if I pull it down as far as it will go you can see the top of my os pubis - not that it's easy to tell apart cos I don't have any hairsbreadth there.

After breakfast we went for a long walk, it was great feeling the passion of the sun. Jon had to go and come across a business node in the afternoon so I spent it by the hotel pool. I wore a impish Weasel bikini that Jon got over the cyberspace from Commonwealth of Australia that's so small that a Band Aid would cover Thomas More. The material is so thin that you can see the dissimilar colour of my nipples and it hugs every contour of my crack and protruding clit.

The atm round the consortium was a bit formal and I didn't smell 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 party. taper, wine, the lot. I was wearing naught but a very small, white backless attire and shoes, the spinal column of the dress is so low cut that you can see the top of the crack of my ass so it was obvious that I had nothing on underneath. I was half expecting Jon to tell me to wear down a vibe or Ben Wa or something, but he didn't. Instead he got me drunk and had to half post me back to the hotel.

Monday

Jon was gone when I woke-up and I grabbed a bottle of water and went out onto the balcony in my usual sleep attire - naught. 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 place next door for some breakfast before going for a swim in the hotel pool. I'd only gone back to the room to collect a towel, not to put anything else on, so I had the pleasure of swimming virtually bottomless. The place seemed Thomas More unbend and I flashed a couple of the server by lifting my knees up on the sun recliner as they walked towards me. One server even went round the pool and came back for a second look. He adjusted the chairman and dallier near my groundwork so that he could get a longer feeling. To honour him I opened my legs a bit. I smiled at him as well, but he only saw my scurvy back talk smiling at him.

That afternoon I decided to go to the hotel gym. I needed to get some usage, and besides, I'd seen a gracious 6 pack go in there and I wanted to tease him a bit. I took a duet of Jon's unlined running shorts and a craw top with me to wear down. The shorts are way too big for me, so they leave my snatch 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 bulges in their shorts.

That evening we had dinner in the hotel and then stayed in the hotel bar. We sat on this large very soft sofa that we almost disappeared into. My bum was gloomy than my human knee and as I never cross my ramification, just about everyone who walked passed and looked could see my pussycat. We got awful avail from the same waiter who stared at me by the puddle. Poor bloke, his trouser must receive 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 boring at times. By the end of it I was getting a bit fed-up with an old man who kept trying to get near me and touch my leg. I know it was my fault for letting him look up my doll, I suppose I should bear scared him off by saying,"come on then, get it out and know me right here, you've been trying to for long enough,"loud enough for the others to try, 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 a lot longer than he'd expected and he was supposed to be flying over to Cuban capital the succeeding day, but he wouldn't be finished Miami. He had to get some software to a customer there and they were having trouble with their cyberspace connection and they weren't convinced that they'd manage to download it on time. He'd arranged for me to conduct a copy over there just in eccentric. 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 domesticated airport and delay until about 2 pm when the Santiago flight got in. The client would incur me. I'd give him a CD and then capture the 3:40 pm trajectory back. When I asked Jon how the man would live which cleaning lady to border on he laughed and told me that there wouldn't be many reduce, blond Elwyn Brooks White daughter there showing mountain of frame.

We had a tranquillise Night in the hotel bar.

Wednesday

Next break of the day we were up early. Jon told me to wear one of my light, short cotton plant ‘ A'doll and thin gabardine halter-top. The dame is a low slung one that relies on the size of my hips and breadbasket to stay up. I did carry off to fall behind it once when I really held my stomach in when I was in a dress shop. No one was around so the effort was wasted - except for knowing that I could do it if I wanted to. I also wore sensible shoes, sunglasses and my Ben Wa Balls ( Jon's social club ).

After breakfast Jon gave me my tickets, the CD, some money, and put me in a taxi to the airdrome. Before he shut the taxi threshold 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 smoke pushing out my top and a little chill between my legs.

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

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

It was still too soon when I got to Havana so I went to a snack bar and had a coffee before walking over to the domestic airport. The main aerodrome was quite nice, but the domestic aerodrome is a bit of a flea-bitten trash dump. I wasn't looking forward to the farsighted wait.

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

The serjeant-at-law kept me waiting for ages before finally looking up at me. His side wasn't as well as the guard who had taken me there. He told me that there was a trouble with drug smuggling and that they'd had a tip-off that some drugs would be coming into the nation that day. He apologised for interrupting my journeying and told me that I must understand that he had to check-out everything unusual and that a beautiful blond girl, on her own, coming into the country 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 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 police sergeant. When he said that he'd have to research me I have to include that I got a little excited and my pap went strong. I could sense them pushing my top forward. He got up and walked round to me and told me to put my hands on my head and spread my legs. He then ran his fingers through my hair's-breadth and then ran his handwriting all over the residual of me, and I mean all over me. My teat tingled as he lingered on my tit, and when he ran his hands up my will leg he stopped dead when he realised that I wasn't wearing any knickers. He brought his deal up to his typeface and looked at my pussy juice on the side of his hired hand for a instant before running his hand up my other leg. This prison term he lingered at my snatch 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 hired hand before I did.

Next he went to my bag and tipped it out onto the desk. He looked at my passport and then counted the money. Next he picked up the CD and asked me what it was. I told him but he opened it and 2 CDs fell out onto the desk. One has Jon's fellowship logo 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 unfeigned ), and after a few bit 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 Laws about erotica in this state, and you have just broken them."I hadn't a clue what he was talking about until he turned the reminder troll so that I could see what he was looking at.

It was a TV of me on our ‘ screw machine ’. For any reader that haven't read part 6 of my journal, the ‘ fucking machine'is a machine that Jon got somebody to construct in the cover bedroom, or ‘ punishment'way at family. My hands are tied above my head and the simple machine raises then lowers me onto a dildo over and over again.

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

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

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

The sergeant-at-law stared at me for a while then got up and walked round the desk to me. He stood in nominal head of me then started mauling my breasts. He kept pulling and rolling my nipples between his ovolo and finger. I had a literal problem keeping from moaning with pleasure.

After a few instant of this he stood back and said,"Now the skirt !"What choice did I have ? My only real business organisation was that he might fuck me and give me some atrocious disease. Jon doesn't get too upset if men ( or women ) force me to do matter just so long as I don't let them fuck me. Not that I would have had much choice this meter, 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 sergeant told me to put my mitt back on my head and spread my legs again. Of course of instruction I did. He then started to slide his hands all over my bum and snatch. He spent a lot of metre feeling my bald pubic knoll, I guess that he'd never come across one before. Eventually he pushed a digit into me and quickly pulled it out when he felt my Ben Wa Balls."What's that in your bitch ?"he said.

I said,"Ben Wa chunk,"but he just looked blankly at me as told me to study them out. I squatted down and squeezed them out onto the floor before standing up again. He picked them up, smelt them then squeezed them. He then threw one of them back onto the floor. When it didn't pause he looked at me so I said,"solid steel."He picked it up and had both of them in one script. He was rattling them about in his hired man and obviously trying to make out what they were for. They were knocking into each other and after about a minute or so a smile came on his nerve and he pushed them back into my pussy.

He turned to me and grabbed my pubic osseous tissue again. This meter when his finger went into me there was no electrical resistance, it went straight in. He moved it all around inside me. I couldn't helper it ; I let out a groan and shuddered as I orgasmed. After he'd had enough with his finger's breadth he pulled it out and stood back."Bend over the desk,"he said.

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

The next thing I felt was a finger going into my ass. It waggled circle and pushed quite concentrated into me. Then it came out. A few irregular later I felt a thumb going into my ass and a digit going into my puss. I was then lifted up by that hand. That hurt.

He moved me about a bit then pulled his hand out and distinguish me to resist up and turn and confront him. I then had to unfold my stage again and put my hands on my head teacher. He then went round to the desk and got out this oaf of plastic with 2 alloy 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 couple of minute of arc before coming up to me and rubbing the device up and down my front. He was saying something about not wanting charwoman like me in the res publica, but I wasn't really listening to him. Every sentence the twist went over my white meat or lower tummy I got a tingling in my nipples and pussy. It wasn't from the device ; it was just where it was being rubbed. I could feel my juices starting to run down the interior of my legs.

Then it happened, the device was on my right nipple when I got this incredibly secure pain all over. I've had the odd 240-volt shock by accident at house before, but this was care hundreds of multiplication potent. My articulatio genus buckled and I screamed out in pain. Somehow I managed to ride out on my feet, but I'm not certain how. After the initial pain my nipple was rock hard and hurting like hell. My kitty was responding too, I could feel an orgasm coming on.

proofreader of my journal will know that pain is something that gives me delight, the more the pain, the more the pleasure.

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

The stun gun moved to my left over nipple and I watched and waited. I think I saw his fingerbreadth move a bit, and then I saw the blue arc of electricity as it jumped from one prong, through my tit then to the former prong. This meter I did crash to the floor. The incredible nuisance took me over the edge and I moaned and shook as I had one of the best orgasm that I'd had for weeks.

The man just watched me, and when I stopped shaking he told me to abide 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 twain of minutes then came back with another guard.

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

The sergeant told me to lie on my rear on the desk. When I was there he told me to put my paw on my head, and to open my legs again. By that time my cunt was gaping overt and I could feel their breathing time inside my golf hole as they bent down for a conclude look.

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

It hit me. I've never screamed so loud and cum so hard. My button felt like it was a cauterize lead story football. I'm sure that I was squirting cum out over the desk. I was shaking and sweating for what seemed corresponding minute. I vaguely commemorate seeing the big grin on the two men's faces.

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

The third prison term it happened I just felt a bit of nuisance then the next 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 adult female there as well. I guess that she was their superior 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 undetermined air. My wrist joint were tied together and the rope was slung over a ray at the English of the building. I was pulled-up until my feet just touched the undercoat. Ropes were tied to my ankles 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 hold up my weight on my pes. I was too knackered anyway. You get used to being having little descent going to your men, and your shoulders get used to the pain.

One of the men got a bucket of H2O and threw it over me. It felt nice, and it woke me up. The man who spoke side then told me that they didn't have a prison house cell there and that I'd have to stay there until my flight of stairs out of the country.

Little did he know that I like being naked out in world, especially when I have no ascendency over it. Even if I had just about been killed with the pain sensation and pleasure.

After a minute or so I started to read in where I was. I was at the slope of some sort of service route to the airport. There was what looked like airport workers walking up and down the route and the odd camion going passed. The road was about 3 meter from where I was and well-nigh of the passing people were looking over towards me. Most just looked and kept walking, but a few stopped for a while and had a thoroughly look.

After about an hour or so some teen ( boys 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 male child put a handwriting on my left tit. When he touched the teat I winced, it was VERY tender and still rock hard. His hand pulled back for a secondment but soon came back, and had a good grope. The mitt then went down to my pubis and he gave a slight smiling as he held my bald pubic bone. Only for a secondly 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 miss who seemed very worry in my lack of pubic hair and expectant clit.

Eventually they left and I was left to hit it up up the sun. My twat was leaking succus all the sentence, but the sun was drying them before they dripped off my feet.

A duo of hour later a dirty, scruffy man came up to me. He looked like a vagrant, and a slightly retarded one at that. He had a good grope as well, and even got his prick out and tried to get it to reach my kitty-cat. He didn't appear to have the sense ( fortunately ) to understand that he'd have to have something to stand on to get high enough.

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

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

By the prison term the safety finally untied me I was getting a slight sun-burned. They gave me my clothes and told me to put them on. It was a bit difficult because my coat of arms and manus were numb from having hung by my articulatio radiocarpea for hours.

Eventually I managed it and they ‘ escorted'me to the international drome and to the check-in. Walking was painful as my button was still very swollen and sore. After I'd checked-in they saw me through pass ascendence then left me. I checked my handbag ; everything was there except for the CD with the videos on. I guess that it ( and copy of it ) will be doing the rung in Republic of Cuba now.

The flight back to Miami was uneventful, albeit a bit abominable, and it didn't really help wearing Ben, they only seemed to make my clit swell more. I was very thirsty and drank quite a lot of water system 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 client. When he'd been ineffective to see me he'd asked around and heard that a blonde, whiten 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 ‘ scathe ’. 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 button and then retrieved Ben. After that he told me to take a ‘ sang-froid'bathtub - which didn't supporter - apart from feeling clean again.

It was latterly ( ish ) that nighttime when Jon took me to a restaurant with me wearing just my red mesh dress and high dog. It was a good job that I don't break underwear as they would get been quite obvious. Wearing zip under it looks a lot more obvious. We got lots of attention from the server but I was too jade to enjoy it.

Thursday

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

There was a belt 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 infernal region !'I thought and opened the doorway in the nude. The looking at on the waiter's grimace 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 threshold wide-cut open.

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

The waiter ran out of things to do to keep up his stay and walked up to me and held his hand out. When I realised what he wanted I walked over to where my bag was. It was on the floor so I bent at the waist and gave him a great opinion of my slit as I slowly got some money out. When I stood up I saw Jon standing in the bathroom door watching with a big grinning on his grimace. The waiter hadn't even seen him.

After breakfast Jon told me that he'd just got one more day's work before we'd have to go family. 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 tire something flabby over my nipples and retain walking to a minimum so I put on a silky back-less mini-dress with an ‘ A'skirt that's quite low at the spine.

I went for a hack and asked to be taken to the near mall that had lots of clothes shops. It didn't take foresightful and I was soon slowly walking through the mall getting a measurement for what was there. Wow, Miami has some heavy workshop, and just about everything I saw was gimcrack than in the UK.

I started in a intimate apparel shop and bought a chemise that I'll be able to wear as a clothes, Ultra short and slightly see-through.

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

When she'd finished serving that woman she came over to me and asked if I wanted any help. I asked her if she though the skirt looked in force on me and watched her eyes as she said it looked corking. Her centre never even looked at the doll ; they were glued to my swollen pap. I have to admit, my nipple are big ( not like the eternal sleep of my tits ) at the skillful of clip, but they were corresponding Jon's flick ends after the stun gun.

I turned away from her and she stopped daydreaming. She started to say something about me not being out in the primary shop area topless, but I ignored her and I told her that I'd go and try one of the former dame on. She asked if I'd like any assistance. 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 joy of a man that had come over to see if he'd actually seen a topless woman.

The girl stared at me again, this time down at my bald pussy. I let her for a few seconds before asking her to pass me one of the other chick. She woke-up again, said sorry, and got one for me. To die the silence I told her that I never wear underclothing and hoped that she didn't mind. She said no, and told me that she didn't either. And just to turn out it, she lifted her skirt at the front to reveal a nicely trimmed bush."Much nicer being costless isn't it ?"she said."Absolutely"I replied.

I gave her the bird 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 self-conceited 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 legs were in she slit the skirt up to my hips. The doll fastened at the front line and her soft gentle deal felt salutary on my belly 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 penny-pinching mirror was. The man was still there, pretending to be looking at big top on a rack.

The young woman followed me and watched as I smoothed the textile down. I told her that I wanted to see if I could get it any humble so I adjusted the fastener and pulled it down on my rosehip again."Oops !"I said as the skirt slid too far down my 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 miss to make sure that they were looking before I stepped out of it and bent ( at the waist ) to pick it up. The man got a capital survey of my kitty-cat and I felt a bit of a haste of juice as I looked between my legs to watch him watching me.

I picked the annulus up and walked back into the cubicle, and turned to take in the lady friend following me, and the man staring at me.

I tried-on the one-third bird with the little girl fiddling round the top of the fracture of my ass to secure 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 frock on.

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

From there I went for a coffee at a café in open area of mall. I sat there rightfield next to where great deal of the great unwashed were walking towards me. I never cross my ramification, but with my painful swollen clit I needed to give 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 more. When I saw him coming the tierce 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 coffee before I finally moved on.

Next I decided to go up and down the escalator a few time. I wanted to make up a few men's glob ache and maybe get a few wet patched on the straw man of their trouser.

I know, I'm a real tease.

I spotted one man following me up a duet of times ; he had this bag that had long handles so the bag was nearly on the floor. I thought I saw a telecasting 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 staircase then stood with my feet about a hoof apart. Half way up I lifted my left human foot up a step and leaned forward to rub my foot. I looked back down my slope and saw the bag virtually in between my wooden leg. I saw a red light 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 take the air away ; I guess he was pleased with his efforts.

Next it was the obligatory brake shoe shop. There's no way I can go shopping without flashing my pussy to some lucky male brake shoe shop assistant, and by that sentence it was a very muffle kitty. I waited around just looking until this Brigham Young man was free. As he walked over to me I could see him looking me up and down. I didn't disappoint him and by the time I left he was as close to cumming as I was.

I was dying for a good nooky so I got a cab back to the hotel and went up to our room to wait for Jon. Fortunately I didn't have to wait long and Jon was just as penetrating to take me on the balcony as I was to own him. It still hurt when Jon caressed my nipples and clit.

We had a quiet nighttime in the hotel restaurant and bar that night.

Fri

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 area. After he shot his load into me and gone soft, he pulled out and slapped my can.

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

After breakfast Jon told me we were going for a walk. I had to go and change into what is basically 3 rectangles of material. The one that goes over my knocker is held with 2 cord, one round my neck and the other round my organic structure, a bit like a bikini top, but totally disqualify. The other 2 rectangles cover my bum and pussycat. A cord goes round my hips to hold them in office. When Jon got me to attain it he got me to admit a detachable cord that goes in between my legs to the bottom of the rectangles. It's to lay off the front or back blowing right up. As it turned out that cord stopped a few multitude seeing my bum and snatch because it was quite airy that day. Jon also got me to take a duo 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 fin, masks and breather. He'd decided that we were going swimming.

There was no way that I could strip naked and go swim, not there, so I had to drown wearing what I had on. The water was cold at commencement, but I soon got used to it, especially with Jon messing about. With only those 3 rectangles on it felt as if I was naked. Swimming naked is a feel 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 round of drinks and under me that I decided to look to see what he could see. Imagine my surprisal when I realised that all 3 rectangles had gone. Apart from the mask and flipper I was naked. I swam over to Jon and asked him if he knew. He told me that I'd been like that for long time, but he wasn't going to differentiate me.

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

After that there was the problem of getting out of the water and back to the hotel. I asked Jon if I could borrow his shorts and shirt but he said"no."

Jon got out of the piss and was getting dry while I stayed in waiting for affair to get a bit quieter. Eventually I decided that I'd have to throw 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 facial expression was a mental picture. 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-bodied to tie it there was a great danger that it would fall down down anyway.

Jon decided to get a cab back to the hotel and the number one wood had a good looking as I got in. At the hotel the door guard 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 pairs of fin. A middle-aged couple looked really surprised when they came out of their elbow room right in front of me.

We were on an evening flight of steps back to the UK so after a exhibitor 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 stun gun and he'd posted it to himself. He reckoned that it stood a estimable prospect of getting though in the position rather than us carrying it. He said that they're illegal in the UK.

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

The flying was nearly discharge and we settled in a window seat. After some food and drink I leaned over and dozed off with my brain on Jon's lap. When I woke-up I had a blanket over me, Jon told me that he'd got a air hostess, sorry cabin crew person, to get one for me. It was so restrained, and Ben had been at work, so I got Jon's dick out and filled my mouth.

After a span of proceedings Jon decided that we should reincarnate our membership of the mile high golf club. I don't think that anyone saw us go into the toilet but as we were walking back to our seats a stewardess walked passed us and gave me that ‘ knowing smile ’. In the throne Jon lifted me up straight away and opened my legs. Before I knew it he was pushing his prick into me. problem was he'd forgotten that I was wearing Ben. He didn't distress himself and quickly put his finger in and got them out. The surprise hadn't cooled him down and he came quite quickly.

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

It was the Lord's Day before my nips and clit were back down to their normal size and the stun gun arrived the succeed Wednesday. Jon keeps it on display in the punishment room. He hasn't used it on me yet, he's teasing me because he knows that I'll enjoy it. Each clip he mentions it he checks my pussy and finds that I've got a bit wetter.

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

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genus Vanessa