Introduction

Hi, my gens is Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound digit with blondish hair. In 1998 I quit my boring existence in a little townsfolk in North Cymru and went to act as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the due east Midland of England. It was a courageous conclusion to fix as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advert in a BDSM cartridge holder that somebody had left in the hairdressers where I worked. I didn't really eff what I was letting myself in for, but I really did necessitate to do something because my life was so drab and oil production. Even the interview for the job was improbable, but I was so desperate to shift my life sentence 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 life, and he has since created a web site that it is published on.

If you care to read my Journal you will distinguish that my relationship with Jon is rather unlike to that of nigh employee and employer, but I have easily come to realise that I have a life story that just could not be more satisfying or pleasurable. I love my life sentence and all the minuscule adventures that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a little bit of hair that grows on my leg, I have no body hair below my neck opening. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with pocket-sized ( ish ), pert bosom that have small aureoles and hulk mamilla. When they're hard Jon says they're like chapel hat oarlock. I have a prissy firm, flat venter with a pubic off-white that does flummox out a bit. In my slit lips I have 2 little gold halo that Jon put in me. My clit is very prominent and is usually sticking out between my lips. It's about an column inch long with a slight round head. Jon sometimes calls it my petty hawkshaw. I don't own any bra, drawers, trouser, leging or shorts ; and 90 % of my skirts and apparel 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 people see my body.

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

Jon told me to stop 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 ideas for little risky venture or incidents that we could manufacture to own some fun. We've found one or two stories that appear to be slightly rewritten copies of some of the textbook 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 Journal. At first I was a bit annoyed about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that someone thought our adventures were good enough to re-create. I've started thinking that way as well.

Me on CD in Havana

Right, Jon had to go to Miami on business ( computer computer software ). 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 usual Jon had more dress with him than I did ( well he was going to business group meeting and I was expecting to spend near of the time by hotel pools 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 broad give. No excitement on the journey ( it was dark ), but Jon did get me to give him a blowjob one-half way down the M40.

No problems going through the airport either, Jon got me to absent my twat rings a few calendar month ago so the alloy sensor didn't have anything to bleep at.

After we'd taken off Jon opened his briefcase and gave me a little software. He told me to have 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 expectation of what I was expecting Jon to do to me without actually touching me. As I got back to my tail Jon told me to take the coat off before I sat down. As I climbed over Jon to get to my seat ( middle one of three ) the cleaning woman on the early position 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 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 attire wasn't between my pussy and the bum. I didn't want to get off the plane with a big wet patch on the back of my dress.

The cleaning lady smiled at me and said,"I expect that it will be quite fond when we land."I said that I hoped so, and got myself well-off for the farsighted flight.

It was about 30 moment before Jon gave me the first off blast from the vibe. He'd waited until a few minutes after the char next to me started talking to me again. She was a bit of a bigheaded bitch 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 rear end arms. Both Jon and the woman asked me if I was all rightfield at the Saami 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 like for you a lot."Oh, he's not my husband, he's my captain, 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 freakish. Really eccentric, I thought I was the prosperous one with handmaid, but to birth person who's a, a submissive, your err. maestro is a very lucky man. Do you do everything that everyone tells you ?"“ I obey only him."I said."shame,"she said, looking at me with a risible but naughty verbal expression on her fount. She was staring at my legs and short dress."So if I were to ask you to do something for me, your original wouldn't admit it ?"she said."I obey only my Master,"I repeated,"I'm forbidden, to bear upon anyone else, or have anyone touch me unless my professional William 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 vibe off. I guessed that he'd realised that the vibe was starting to do its job. Jon got me a spyglass of wine-colored and it wasn't long before I was feeling sleepy. I dozed off and when I woke up the adjacent top two and the derriere two push button of my garb 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 push left fastened. If it hadn't been for the fanny in forepart of me and the fact that I was in the middle seat of three, I would have had a minor problem of multitude being able to see my bald pubes.

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

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

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

The remainder of the escape was quite uneventful - unless you call 2 orgasms as I pretended to keep an eye on the moving-picture show eventful as Jon brought me slowly to, and over the brink twice. I'm sure that the charwoman knew what was going on ; she kept giving me these foreign, knowing smiles.

It was terrific getting off the aeroplane into a very warm, easy breeze.

When we arrived at the Hotel it was majuscule, very big and posh, our room was on the 15th base and had a great sight out to the sea ( looking sideways ). It was late at night so we went straight to bed. Jon let me ride him to my 3rd orgasm in the concluding 24 hours.

Sunday

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

It was just a light, slim down cotton skirt and tight underground top for me to breakfast, and Jon's succus running down my legs and onto the eatery 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 secernate cos I don't have any hair there.

After breakfast we went for a long walk, it was heavy feeling the warmness of the sun. Jon had to go and run into a business client in the afternoon so I spent it by the hotel pocket billiards. I wore a skanky Weasel two-piece that Jon got over the net from Australia that's so lowly that a isthmus Aid would cover Thomas More. The material is so slim that you can see the different semblance of my nipple and it hugs every contour of my crevice and protruding clit.

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

That evening Jon took me to a posh eatery for a big natal day dinner party. wax light, wine, the lot. I was wearing null but a very small, Edward Douglas White Jr. backless dress and shoes, the rachis of the dress is so low cut that you can see the top of the whirl of my ass so it was obvious that I had nothing 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 drunk and had to one-half carry me back to the hotel.

Monday

Jon was gone when I woke-up and I grabbed a bottle of urine and went out onto the balcony in my common sleep dress - nothing. 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 wench and top ( no tooshie ) and went to a fasting nutrient place next door for some breakfast before going for a swimming in the hotel pool. I'd only gone back to the elbow room to collect a towel, not to put anything else on, so I had the pleasure of swimming virtually bottomless. The place seemed more relaxed and I flashed a brace of the server by lifting my knees up on the sun mope as they walked towards me. One waiter even went round the pool and came back for a second look. He adjusted the chairs and lounger near my feet so that he could get a longer look. To repay him I opened my legs a bit. I smiled at him as well, but he only saw my lower backtalk smiling at him.

That afternoon I decided to go to the hotel gym. I needed to get some exercise, and besides, I'd seen a nice 6 pack go in there and I wanted to tease him a bit. I took a duad of Jon's unlined running shortstop and a crop top with me to put on. 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 property 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 tumid very balmy sofa that we almost disappeared into. My bum was depleted than my knees and as I never cross my legs, just about everyone who walked passed and looked could see my pussy. We got puzzle military service from the like waiter who stared at me by the pocket billiards. Poor bloke, his trouser must throw been literal 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 meet my leg. I know it was my flaw for letting him face up my skirt, I suppose I should bear scared him off by saying,"come on then, get it out and fuck me right here, you've been trying to for long enough,"loud enough for the others to hear, but I didn't.

When Jon came back to the hotel he told me that he'd got a bit of a problem, the job there was going to consume a lot longer than he'd expected and he was supposed to be flying over to Havana the following day, but he wouldn't be finished Miami. He had to get some software system to a client there and they were having job with their internet connector and they weren't convinced that they'd manage to download it on time. He'd arranged for me to assume a transcript over there just in case. I was a petty neural as I'd never flown on my own, nor been to a foreign nation on my own. Jon told me that I didn't have to do much, just fly in, go over the route to the domesticated airport and wait until about 2 pm when the Santiago flight got in. The client would rule 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 woman to set about he laughed and told me that there wouldn't be many slim, light-haired white girls there showing lots of flesh.

We had a tranquillize Nox in the hotel bar.

Wednesday

Next morning we were up early. Jon told me to endure one of my light, short cotton ‘ A'doll and thin white halter-top. The skirt is a low slung one that relies on the size of it of my articulatio coxae and breadbasket to persist up. I did manage to fall back it once when I really held my stomach in when I was in a dress workshop. No one was around so the crusade was wasted - except for knowing that I could do it if I wanted to. I also wore sensitive shoe, dark glasses and my Ben Wa Balls ( Jon's rules of order ).

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

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

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

It was still ahead of time when I got to capital of Cuba so I went to a collation bar and had a coffee bean before walking over to the domestic airport. The main airport was quite nice, but the domestic airport is a bit of a run-down wasteyard. I wasn't looking forward to the long wait.

I was wandering around looking for somewhere to sit down and expect when I was approached by a surety 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 sergeant, working on a PC. The guard who took me there said some thing to the serjeant then left.

The serjeant-at-law kept me waiting for ages before finally looking up at me. His English wasn't as undecomposed 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 tap-off that some drugs would be coming into the body politic 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 female child, on her own, coming into the land was strange. 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 meritless, but he'd have to search me. After being scared a bit by the sentry duty pointing his gun at me I was a bit more loose with the nice sounding, apologetic sergeant. When he said that he'd have to search me I have to acknowledge that I got a little wind up and my nipples went grueling. I could feel them pushing my top forward. He got up and walked round to me and told me to put my handwriting on my head and bedspread my branch. He then ran his fingers through my whisker and then ran his hands all over the eternal rest of me, and I mean all over me. My pap tingled as he lingered on my knocker, and when he ran his hands up my pass on leg he stopped dead when he realised that I wasn't wearing any knickers. He brought his hired man up to his face and looked at my pussy juices on the side of his paw for a minute before running his hand up my other leg. This time he lingered at my pussy before putting the medal of his hired hand on my pubic bone and putting a finger slightly inside me. I shuddered and nearly came but he removed his hand before I did.

Next he went to my bag and tipped it out onto the desk. He looked at my 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 company logotype on it but the early 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 lawful ), 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 hint what he was talking about until he turned the reminder round so that I could see what he was looking at.

It was a video of me on our ‘ fucking machine ’. For any readers that haven't read part 6 of my journal, the ‘ fucking machine'is a machine that Jon got soul to build in the spine bedroom, or ‘ penalization'way at home. My custody are tied above my head word and the auto raises then lowers me onto a dildo over and over again.

About 8 months ago Jon bought a video recording camera and taped me on all the auto in the punishment elbow room, and being punished in several 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 TV ended and with a chink another picture 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 keister and pussy as I counted the fortuity out loud. At 30 I could clearly hear myself moaning with delight as I had a fantastic orgasm.

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

The sergeant stared at me for a while then got up and walked round the desk to me. He stood in strawman of me then started mauling my breasts. He kept pulling and rolling my nipples between his ovolo and finger's breadth. I had a real trouble keeping from moaning with pleasure.

After a few minutes of this he stood back and said,"Now the skirt !"What choice did I sustain ? My only real fear was that he might fuck me and give me some horrible disease. Jon doesn't get too overturn if men ( or women ) force me to do things just so long as I don't let them have a go at it me. Not that I would birth had much selection this sentence, I was on my own with a man that had a gun strapped to his waist.

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

I said,"Ben Wa Lucille Ball,"but he just looked blankly at me as told me to take them out. I squatted down and squeezed them out onto the base before standing up again. He picked them up, smelt them then squeezed them. He then threw one of them back onto the floor. When it didn't fault he looked at me so I said,"solid steel."He picked it up and had both of them in one deal. He was rattling them about in his hand and obviously trying to work out what they were for. They were knocking into each other and after about a min or so a smile came on his typeface and he pushed them back into my pussy.

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

Oh no ! I thought, he's going to have it away me. I was getting frightened. I could get word him doing something and it sounded like he was undoing his pant. I thought ‘ brace yourself fille ’.

The next thing I felt was a finger's breadth going into my ass. It waggled turn and pushed quite hard into me. Then it came out. A few secondment later I felt a thumb going into my ass and a digit going into my pussycat. I was then lifted up by that hired man. That distress.

He moved me about a bit then pulled his helping hand out and distinguish me to stand up and turn and face up him. I then had to circulate my legs again and put my hands on my straits. He then went unit of ammunition to the desk and got out this ball of charge plate with 2 metal parallel bars coming out of one end about 2 inches apart. At first I didn't realise what it was, but I soon found out.

He kept me standing there for a mates of hour before coming up to me and rubbing the twist up and down my front. He was saying something about not wanting womanhood like me in the country, but I wasn't really listening to him. Every time the gimmick went over my tit or lower berth tum I got a tingle in my nipples and pussycat. It wasn't from the device ; it was just where it was being rubbed. I could feel my succus starting to run down the interior of my legs.

Then it happened, the gimmick was on my right nipple when I got this incredibly strong annoyance all over. I've had the odd 240-volt shock by accident at home before, but this was wish hundreds of times stiff. My knee joint buckled and I screamed out in pain. Somehow I managed to stay on my animal foot, but I'm not sure how. After the initial hurting my nipple was rock hard and hurting like underworld. My pussy was responding too, I could feel an sexual climax coming on.

Readers of my journal will know that painfulness is something that gives me pleasure, the to a greater extent the pain, the more the pleasure.

I looked at the sergeant and saw the grin on his brass, and the bulge in his trousers.

The stun gun moved to my remaining nipple and I watched and waited. I think I saw his finger prompt 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 time I did collapse to the flooring. The incredible annoyance 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 bear 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 sentry duty had a thoroughly looking at at me then explored my white meat and pussy with his hands. When he touched my nipples and clitoris I just about came again. My nips were harder than they've ever been before.

The serjeant told me to lie on my backrest on the desk. When I was there he told me to put my hands on my drumhead, and to open up my legs again. By that time my snatch was gaping open up and I could feel their breath inside my golf hole as they bent down for a finis look.

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

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

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

The one-third time it happened I just felt a bit of infliction then the next thing I knew I was waking-up in a mountain on the level. 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 blazon and dragged me out of the way and out into the unfold air. My wrists were tied together and the rope was slung over a beam of light at the side of the building. I was pulled-up until my base just touched the ground. Ropes were tied to my ankle and my ramification were pulled apart.

I've spent many hours restrained in that office so I didn't need to try to support my weight on my animal foot. I was too knackered anyway. You get used to being having little blood going to your hands, and your shoulder get used to the pain.

One of the men got a bucket of body of water and threw it over me. It felt squeamish, and it woke me up. The man who spoke English then told me that they didn't have a prison cubicle 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 dominance over it. Even if I had just about been killed with the pain and pleasure.

After a minute or so I started to acquire in where I was. I was at the incline of some sort of service road to the airport. There was what looked like drome doer walking up and down the route and the odd camion going passed. The road was about 3 cadence from where I was and to the highest degree 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 just look.

After about an hour or so some teenagers ( 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 boy put a hand on my forget tit. When he touched the nipple I winced, it was VERY tender and still shake hard. His hired hand pulled back for a second but soon came back, and had a in force grope. The helping hand then went down to my os pubis and he gave a fragile grinning as he held my bald pubic bone. Only for a second though because it soon went in between my peg and into my pussy. When he touched my button I really winced and tried to pull back. My clit still felt like a burning football.

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

Eventually they left and I was left to gazump up the sun. My pussy was leaking juice all the prison term, but the sun was drying them before they dripped off my feet.

A dyad of minute later a dirty, scruffy man came up to me. He looked like a vagrant, and a slightly slow up one at that. He had a well grope as well, and even got his dick out and tried to get it to reach my twat. He didn't appear to take the sense ( fortunately ) to realise that he'd have to accept something to stand on to get mellow enough.

After a few minutes he gave up and wandered off, much to the amusement of one of the precaution who came out to check 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 digit 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 precaution finally untied me I was getting a little sun-burned. They gave me my wearing apparel and told me to put them on. It was a bit difficult because my arm and work force were numb from having hung by my wrist joint for hours.

Eventually I managed it and they ‘ escorted'me to the international airport and to the check-in. walking was painful as my clit was still very swell 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 cycle in Cuba now.

The flight back to Miami was uneventful, albeit a bit dreadful, and it didn't really help wearing Ben, they only seemed to make my button swell more. I was very thirsty and toast quite a lot of water and beer on the flight.

When I got back to the hotel Jon was waiting in reception for me. He knew something was wrong because he'd had a speech sound call from his client. When he'd been unable to find me he'd asked around and heard that a blonde, Edward D. White young lady had been arrested. He'd decided to get out of there as soon as he could.

Jon took me up to our elbow room then inspected the ‘ hurt ’. 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 use up a ‘ cool'bath - which didn't help - apart from feeling clean again.

It was recent ( ish ) that Night when Jon took me to a restaurant with me wearing just my red interlocking dress and senior high school heels. It was a good job that I don't wear underwear as they would have been quite obvious. Wearing nothing under it looks a lot more obvious. We got lots of attention from the waiter but I was too stock to delight it.

Th

Jon let me kip until 8:00 am. When I woke up the sun was shining, the curtain were widely unfold and Jon had taken the cover off me. I turned my head and looked out of the windowpane to see a man on a balcony in the hotel opposition. He was staring straight at me.

There was a bang on the doorway and I heard Jon shout from the lavatory."Get that please V."I quickly looked for a robe or something but everything was put away. ‘ What the snake pit !'I thought and opened the doorway in the nude. The smell on the waiter's 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 room access wide open.

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

The server ran out of things to do to prolong his stay and walked up to me and held his handwriting out. When I realised what he wanted I walked over to where my bag was. It was on the level so I bent at the shank 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 john threshold watching with a big smile on his face. The waiter hadn't even seen him.

After breakfast Jon told me that he'd just got one Sir Thomas More day's work before we'd have to go home. I didn't want to be out in the sun all day because I was still a minuscule red from ‘ hanging around'the old day, so Jon told me I could go shopping.

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

I went for a taxi and asked to be taken to the nighest mall that had lots of clothes shops. It didn't take long and I was soon slowly walking through the plaza getting a measure for what was there. Wow, Miami has some outstanding shops, and just about everything I saw was sleazy than in the UK.

I started in a lingerie shop and bought a slip that I'll be able to bust as a attire, 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 character that you can easily adjust the ‘ waistline'so that they feel as if they are about to come down down any second. Of path I had to take on my wearing apparel off to try the annulus on and the changing cubicle didn't have a mirror in it. It looked as if it did at one time because there were turnkey that looked as if they'd held a mirror in seat once. So, to see what the dame looked like on I had to go out into the master dress shop are. The vernal girl did a double take when she saw me, but carried no serving someone else.

When she'd finished serving that fair sex she came over to me and asked if I wanted any help. I asked her if she though the skirt looked honest on me and watched her eyes as she said it looked big. Her eyes never even looked at the doll ; they were glued to my swollen nipples. I have to admit, my nipple are big ( not like the eternal rest of my tits ) at the Charles Herbert Best of time, but they were like Jon's flick close 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 class field topless, but I ignored her and I told her that I'd go and try one of the early bird on. She asked if I'd like any help. After a promptly thought I said,"Yes"and she followed me into the carrel. 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 fille 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 skirts. She woke-up again, said sorry, and got one for me. To break off the secretiveness 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 examine it, she lifted her skirt at the strawman to discover a nicely trimmed shrub."Much nicer being free isn't it ?"she said."Absolutely"I replied.

I gave her the skirt back and asked her to put in on me for me, she seemed a petty surprise, but unfastened it and bent down holding it open air for me to tread into it. As I did she saw my well up clit and said,"That looks painful."“ It is"I said,"it needs some TLC"wondering if she'd volunteer. She didn't and when both leg were in she slit the skirt up to my hip. The skirt fastened at the front and her easy blue paw felt good on my stomach as she slowly fastened it. I slid it down onto my pelvis 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 near 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 fastener and pulled it down on my hips again."Oops !"I said as the skirt slid too far down my hips and down to the storey. Needless to say I didn't thrill after it, in fact I looked over at the man and the girl to ca-ca sure that they were looking before I stepped out of it and bent ( at the waist ) to pick it up. The man got a great view of my pussy and I felt a bit of a boot of juice as I looked between my peg to watch him watching me.

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

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

I bought the first doll that I tried-on, it felt good, looked good, could easily botch up up in the malarky, and could easily be adjusted so that it wouldn't take much for it to fall down.

From there I went for a coffee at a café in open area of mall. I sat there right next to where lots of people were walking towards me. I never cross my legs, but with my painful egotistic clitoris I needed to give it plenty of room so that it didn't hurt more. I noticed one old man go round three clip to get to see more. When I saw him coming the third 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 cupful of coffee bean before I finally moved on.

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

I know, I'm a real flirt.

I spotted one man following me up a pair of clip ; he had this bag that had long 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 campaign worthwhile. I timed it so that I was right in front of him as we got onto the moving staircase then stood with my understructure about a leg it apart. Half way up I lifted my left metrical foot up a gradation and leaned forward to rub my substructure. I looked back down my slope and saw the bag virtually in between my wooden leg. I saw a red brightness in the bag as well.

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

Next it was the obligatory shoe shop. There's no way I can go shopping without flashing my cunt to some favorable male shoe shop assistant, and by that time it was a very soften pussy. I waited around just looking until this Whitney Moore Young Jr. man was give up. 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 skinny to cumming as I was.

I was dying for a unspoilt shtup so I got a cab back to the hotel and went up to our way to wait for Jon. Fortunately I didn't have to wait long and Jon was just as lament to have me on the balcony as I was to hold him. It still hurt when Jon caressed my nipple and clit.

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

Friday

Jon inspected my pap 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 encumbrance into me and gone delicate, he pulled out and slapped my rear end.

We went down for breakfast with me in a petty halter-top and myopic 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 textile. The one that goes over my white meat is held with 2 cords, one round my neck and the other round my eubstance, a bit like a bikini top, but totally disqualify. The other 2 rectangles cover my bum and slit. A cord goes round my hip to hold them in place. When Jon got me to make it he got me to admit a detachable cord that goes in between my legs to the rear end of the rectangles. It's to end the battlefront or back blowing right wing up. As it turned out that cord stopped a few hoi polloi seeing my bum and pussycat because it was quite windy that day. Jon also got me to take a couple of minor towels - just in case.

After walking a sea 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 disinvest naked and go swimming, not there, so I had to drown wearing what I had on. The water was cold at showtime, 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 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 masque, spent quite a longsighted time getting close to me and swimming beat and under me that I decided to look to see what he could see. conceive of my surprisal when I realised that all 3 rectangles had gone. Apart from the mask and flippers I was naked. I swam over to Jon and asked him if he knew. He told me that I'd been like that for ages, but he wasn't going to narrate me.

We carried on swimming and messing about for a patch longer until the man got bored 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 boxers and shirt but he said"no."

Jon got out of the water supply and was getting dry while I stayed in waiting for things to get a bit quieter. Eventually I decided that I'd have to make a motility. There was this nice hunk walking down the waters edge on his own. I stood up and walked straight passed him to Jon. His face was a image. 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 kitty-cat. Anyone walking passed me on my left would be able to see that I was naked under it. And with me not being able to tie it there was a great risk that it would come down down anyway.

Jon decided to get a taxicab back to the hotel and the driver had a well flavor as I got in. At the hotel the doorman got a real eyeful when he opened my door. In the ski lift Jon took the towel off me and gave me the flipper to carry. I had to take the air all along the corridor to our room totally naked except for 2 pairs of flipper. A middle-aged couple looked really surprised when they came out of their room right in forepart 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 bedaze gun and he'd posted it to himself. He reckoned that it stood a better chance of getting though in the post 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 acquit Ben in my bag. No metallic element detector problem. Once we cleared security I had to put them in. I was please because the low vibrations of the escape keep me excited.

The flight was nearly evacuate and we settled in a window ass. 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 cover over me, Jon told me that he'd got a stewardess, sorry cabin crew individual, to get one for me. It was so smooth, and Ben had been at work, so I got Jon's dick out and filled my mouth.

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

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

It was the Sunday before my Nip and button were back down to their normal sizing and the stun gun arrived the travel along Wednesday. Jon keeps it on display in the punishment elbow 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 pussy and finds that I've got a bit wetter.

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

Love

Vanessa