introduction

Hi, my name is Vanessa. I was born in Dec 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound digit with blondish hairsbreadth. In 1998 I quit my boring existence in a niggling town in North Wales and went to mold as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East Midland of England. It was a brave decision to make as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advertizement in a BDSM magazine that someone had left in the hairdressers where I worked. I didn't really sleep together what I was letting myself in for, but I really did need to do something because my life was so drab and oil production. Even the consultation for the job was incredible, but I was so desperate to deepen my spirit 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 diary of my new life history, and he has since created a web land site that it is published on.

If you care to read my journal you will discover that my relationship with Jon is rather different to that of most employee and employer, but I have easily come to realise that I have a life that just could not be more cheering or pleasurable. I love my animation and all the fiddling adventures that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a footling bit of tomentum that grows on my legs, I have no consistence hair below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with minuscule ( ish ), saucy breasts that have minuscule aureoles and giant nipples. When they're hard Jon says they're like chapel hat pegs. I have a squeamish firm, flat abdomen with a pubic ivory that does stick out a bit. In my pussy sass I have 2 little gold rings that Jon put in me. My clit is very prominent and is usually sticking out between my lips. It's about an inch long with a little daily round head. Jon sometimes calls it my picayune pecker. I don't own any bras, knickers, pant, leggings or boxershorts ; and 90 % of my skirts and clothes can be described as mini or micro. I used to be a very shy young woman, but I've now gone completely the early way, and get a great flush from letting early citizenry see my body.

I hope that's enough to fulfil the mass who asked.

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

Both Jon and I have been scouring the Internet looking for ideas for little adventures or incidents that we could manufacture to have some fun. We've found one or two stories that appear to be slightly rewritten copies of some of the text in my daybook, and one or two that are very similar to some of the dangerous undertaking that we've had and that I've written about in my Journal. At first I was a bit chafe about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that someone thought our dangerous undertaking were good 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 ( data processor software ). It was a bit of a bucket 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 usual Jon had more clothes with him than I did ( well he was going to patronage group meeting and I was expecting to pass most of the fourth dimension by hotel pools or on a beach ). Jon decided that I would tire out 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 tender I had to unfasten my coat and keep it all-encompassing clear. 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 get rid of my purulent rings a few month ago so the metal sensing element 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 take it to the toilet and put it on. It contained one of my lean cotton mini-dresses and one of my remote controlled vibraharp. As I put that in I got a bit wet with the anticipation of what I was expecting Jon to do to me without actually touching me. As I got back to my seat Jon told me to take 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 slope of my seat looked at me and I saw her eyebrows procession 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 clitoris ) and she must have seen my breasts. As I sat down I made sure that my clothes wasn't between my pussy and the derriere. I didn't want to get off the plane with a big wet patch on the back of my dress.

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

It was about 30 minutes before Jon gave me the inaugural blast 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 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 seat arms. Both Jon and the cleaning lady asked me if I was all right wing at the Same time. Jon went on to ask me if he could get anything for me. Not thinking too well I said,"No, I'm ticket than you Master."

After a few seconds the woman said,"Your husband seems to care for you a lot."Oh, he's not my married man, he's my superior, 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 headmaster, and I am his slave. I am his, I am devoted to him, and I obey his every mastery, without hesitation."“ Blimey !"she retorted."That's freaky. Really freaky, I thought I was the lucky one with servants, but to feature soul 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 comical but racy expression on her font. She was staring at my legs and short dress."So if I were to ask you to do something for me, your master wouldn't grant it ?"she said."I obey only my master key,"I repeated,"I'm forbidden, to touch anyone else, or have anyone sense of touch me unless my Master William Tell me to it."

Just then Jon interrupted and asked me if I wanted a potable. 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 and it wasn't long before I was feeling sleepy. I dozed off and when I woke up the next top two and the posterior two release of my dress weren't fastened, Jon had undone them while I was dreaming about him fucking me on a gorgeous beach with about half a dozen the great unwashed watching us. There was then only four buttons left fastened. If it hadn't been for the seat in presence of me and the fact that I was in the middle seat of three, I would have had a venial problem of people being able to see my bald pubes.

"I see that your maestro likes to keep you ready for anything,"the woman next to me said. I looked at her in a puzzled 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 consume been a nice dreaming, you were obviously enjoying it."

My snatch 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 meter to eat and just then the ‘ cabin attendant'asked me what I'd like to toast with my meal.

The rest of the flight of stairs was quite uneventful - unless you call 2 orgasms as I pretended to watch the film consequential 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 marvellous getting off the sheet into a very warm, mollify breeze.

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

Dominicus

Next morning, my birthday, Jon woke me up by playing with my pussy for a spell then lifting my legs over his berm and ramming his tool 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 sleep through that, and Jon knows that.

It was just a get down, fragile cotton chick and tight vacuum tube top for me to breakfast, and Jon's succus running down my legs and onto the restaurant arse. 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 pubes - not that it's easygoing to tell cos I don't have any hair there.

After breakfast we went for a foresightful manner of walking, it was great feeling the warmth of the sun. Jon had to go and meet a business client in the afternoon so I spent it by the hotel pool. I wore a Wicked Weasel bikini that Jon got over the internet from Australia that's so small that a Band Aid would cover Thomas More. The material is so slim down that you can see the different coloration of my nipples and it hugs every shape of my crack and protruding clit.

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

That evening Jon took me to a posh eating house for a big birthday dinner party. standard candle, wine, the lot. I was wearing cipher but a very small, egg white backless dress and horseshoe, the back of the apparel is so low cut that you can see the top of the quip of my ass so it was obvious that I had nothing on underneath. I was half expecting Jon to tell me to wear a vibe or Ben Wa or something, but he didn't. Instead he got me drunk and had to half express me back to the hotel.

Mon

Jon was gone when I woke-up and I grabbed a nursing bottle of piss and went out onto the balcony in my usual sleep attire - 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 two-piece skirt and top ( no bottoms ) and went to a debauched 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 garner a towel, not to put anything else on, so I had the pleasure of swimming virtually bottomless. The plaza seemed Thomas More relaxed and I flashed a dyad of the waiters by lifting my knees up on the sun lounger as they walked towards me. One waiter even went round the pool and came back for a second look. He adjusted the chairs and loungers near my feet so that he could get a longer look. To reward him I opened my stage a bit. I smiled at him as well, but he only saw my lower lips smiling at him.

That afternoon I decided to go to the hotel gym. I needed to get some exercise, and besides, I'd seen a nice 6 pack go in there and I wanted to tease him a bit. I took a brace of Jon's unlined running boxers and a crop top with me to wear. The shorts are way too big for me, so they leave my pussycat well exposed when I open my stage. I managed to have a bit of fun and left the place with a couple of men with excrescence in their shorts.

That evening we had dinner in the hotel and then stayed in the hotel bar. We sat on this large very soft sofa that we almost disappeared into. My bum was lower berth than my knee and as I never cross my branch, just about everyone who walked passed and looked could see my pussy. We got amazing divine service from the Lapplander server who stared at me by the pool. Poor bloke, his trouser must have been real uncomfortable that night.

Tuesday

Jon arranged for me to go on one of those sightsee go. I suppose it was interesting, but a bit oil production at multiplication. By the end of it I was getting a bit fed-up with an old man who kept trying to get near me and match my leg. I know it was my fault for letting him reckon up my bird, 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 sufficiency 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 call for 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 guest there and they were having problems with their net joining and they weren't convinced that they'd manage to download it on time. He'd arranged for me to take a transcript over there just in cause. I was a little anxious as I'd never flown on my own, nor been to a foreign body politic on my own. Jon told me that I didn't have to do much, just fly in, go over the road to the domestic airport and hold until about 2 pm when the Santiago de Cuba flight 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 eff which woman to draw close he laughed and told me that there wouldn't be many slim, blond blank little girl there showing destiny of physical body.

We had a quiet night in the hotel bar.

Wednesday

Next sunrise we were up early. Jon told me to wear one of my light, suddenly cotton ‘ A'chick and thin gabardine halter-top. The skirt is a low slung one that relies on the size of my hips and stomach to stay up. I did manage to lose it once when I really held my stomach in when I was in a frock 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 ball ( Jon's purchase order ).

After breakfast Jon gave me my tag, 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 ashen 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 problems at Miami drome except that Ben set off the security measure alarms. This security man moved this baton thing close to me all over, smiled at me then let me go.

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

It was still early on when I got to Havana so I went to a snack bar and had a coffee before walking over to the domestic airdrome. The main airport was quite nice, but the domestic airdrome 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 hold back when I was approached by a security 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-at-law, working on a PC. The guard who took me there said some affair to the sergeant then left.

The sergeant kept me waiting for ages before finally looking up at me. His English language wasn't as adept as the sentry duty 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 country that day. He apologised for interrupting my journey and told me that I must empathise that he had to check-out everything unusual and that a beautiful blonde girl, on her own, coming into the res publica was unusual. He said that he would have to satisfy himself that I had no drugs on me.

He told me to put my bag on the desk and then told me that he was sorry, but he'd have to look for me. After being scared a bit by the safety pointing his gun at me I was a bit more relaxed with the Nice sounding, excusatory sergeant. When he said that he'd have to seek me I have to admit that I got a little energise and my nipples went difficult. I could feel them pushing my top forward. He got up and walked troll to me and told me to put my manus on my head and spread my peg. He then ran his fingerbreadth through my hair and then ran his hands all over the relaxation of me, and I mean all over me. My teat tingled as he lingered on my breasts, and when he ran his hands up my left leg he stopped dead when he realised that I wasn't wearing any pants. He brought his hand up to his human face and looked at my puss juices on the English of his hand for a min before running his hand up my other leg. This clock time he lingered at my pussy before putting the palm of his hand on my pubic os and putting a fingerbreadth 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 logo on it but the other only had the letter of the alphabet ‘ V'written on it."What's on this ?"the serjeant asked. I told him that I didn't know ( which was rightful ), and after a few indorsement staring at it, he put it in his PC and worked on the keyboard. All of a sudden his oculus opened wider and then he said,"There's Pentateuch about porn in this country, and you have just broken them."I hadn't a clue 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 ‘ nooky political machine ’. For any readers that haven't read component part 6 of my daybook, the ‘ fucking machine'is a machine that Jon got somebody to build up in the spine bedroom, or ‘ punishment'room at home. My hands are tied above my foreland and the car raises then lowers me onto a dildo over and over again.

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

As I watched, the picture ended and with a click another video started. This one was of me spread on the whipping-T with Jon administering a well deserved, and gratefully received whipping. We watched Jon whipping my arse and pussy as I counted the stroking out tatty. At 30 I could clearly hear myself moaning with pleasance as I had a marvelous orgasm.

When that television ended the police sergeant looked up at me and said,"Maybe I'd ameliorate search you a bit more exhaustively, take 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 upset so I took my paw off my headway, un-tied and take out my top. My nipples were really surd and tingling.

The sergeant stared at me for a patch then got up and walked round the desk to me. He stood in front of me then started mauling my knocker. He kept pulling and rolling my teat between his thumb and finger. I had a very problem keeping from moaning with pleasure.

After a few bit of this he stood back and said,"Now the skirt !"What choice did I have ? My only substantial concern was that he might fuck me and open me some atrocious disease. Jon doesn't get too disquieted if men ( or woman ) force me to do things just so long as I don't let them lie with me. Not that I would have had much choice this prison term, 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 hands back on my head and spread my ramification again. Of track I did. He then started to slide his hands all over my backside and kitty. He spent a lot of clock time 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 Balls."What's that in your cunt ?"he said.

I said,"Ben Wa glob,"but he just looked blankly at me as told me to consume 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 story. 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 meter when his finger 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 groan and shuddered as I orgasmed. After he'd had plenty with his fingerbreadth he pulled it out and stood back."Bend over the desk,"he said.

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

The future thing I felt was a finger going into my ass. It waggled stave and pushed quite hard into me. Then it came out. A few seconds later I felt a thumb going into my ass and a finger going into my pussy. I was then lifted up by that hand. That harm.

He moved me about a bit then pulled his hand out and told me to stand up and turn over and face up him. I then had to propagate my legs again and put my hired man on my head. He then went round to the desk and got out this lump of plastic with 2 metal bars coming out of one end about 2 column inch apart. At first base I didn't realise what it was, but I soon found out.

He kept me standing there for a couplet of minutes before coming up to me and rubbing the device up and down my front. He was saying something about not wanting woman like me in the country, but I wasn't really listening to him. Every time the device went over my breasts or lower venter I got a prickling in my nipples and pussy. It wasn't from the device ; it was just where it was being rubbed. I could feel my succus starting to run down the insides of my legs.

Then it happened, the device was on my flop mammilla when I got this incredibly potent infliction all over. I've had the odd 240-volt daze by accident at base before, but this was like hundred of meter unattackable. My knees buckled and I screamed out in bother. Somehow I managed to delay on my base, but I'm not surely how. After the initial pain my nipple was rock hard and hurting like hell. My pussy was responding too, I could palpate an climax coming on.

lecturer of my journal will roll in the hay that pain is something that gives me pleasure, the More the pain, the more the pleasure.

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

The stun gun moved to my left tit and I watched and waited. I think I saw his fingerbreadth affect a bit, and then I saw the blueing arc of electrical energy as it jumped from one prong, through my nipple then to the early prong. This time I did collapse to the flooring. The unbelievable pain took me over the bound and I moaned and shook as I had one of the estimable sexual climax 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 pair of minutes then came back with another guard.

The new safety device had a in force look at me then explored my breasts and snatch with his men. When he touched my nipples and clit I just about came again. My nips were harder than they've ever been before.

The sergeant told me to lie on my back on the desk. When I was there he told me to put my hands on my head, and to open my wooden leg again. By that prison term my pussy was gaping outdoors and I could find their breath inside my cakehole as they bent down for a finish 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 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 loud and cum so hard. My clit felt like it was a glow lead football game. I'm sure that I was squirting cum out over the desk. I was shaking and sweating for what seemed the likes of hours. I vaguely call up seeing the big grin on the two men's faces.

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

The third fourth dimension it happened I just felt a bit of pain then the succeeding thing I knew I was waking-up in a heap on the trading floor. The two men were still there, but there was a middle-aged charwoman there as well. I guess that she was their victor as they jumped when she shouted something at them.

The men grabbed my arms and dragged me out of the room and out into the undecided air. My wrist joint were tied together and the rope was slung over a shaft at the side of the building. I was pulled-up until my infantry just touched the priming coat. roofy were tied to my ankles and my legs were pulled apart.

I've spent many 60 minutes restrained in that position so I didn't need to try to support my free weight on my feet. I was too knackered anyway. You get used to being having little bloodline going to your hands, and your shoulder joint get used to the pain.

One of the men got a pail of water and threw it over me. It felt dainty, and it woke me up. The man who spoke English people then told me that they didn't have a prison house mobile phone there and that I'd have to stay there until my trajectory out of the country.

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

After a arcminute or so I started to take in where I was. I was at the side of some sort of serving route to the drome. There was what looked like drome workers walking up and down the road and the odd lorry going passed. The road was about 3 metres from where I was and near of the departure mass were looking over towards me. Most just looked and kept walk, but a few stopped for a while and had a right look.

After about an hour or so some teenagers ( boy and girlfriend ) saw me and came over to me. They were talking to each other, but I couldn't understand what they were saying. Eventually one of the son put a bridge player on my depart tit. When he touched the nipple I winced, it was VERY tender and still rock hard. His hand pulled back for a second but soon came back, and had a good grope. The hand then went down to my pubes and he gave a slight smile as he held my bald pubes. Only for a second though because it soon went in between my legs 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 game.

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

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

A brace of minute later a dirty, scruffy man came up to me. He looked like a vagrant, and a slightly decelerate one at that. He had a good grope as well, and even got his pecker out and tried to get it to reach my puss. He didn't appear to have the sense ( fortunately ) to bring in that he'd have to have something to remain firm on to get high gear enough.

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

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

By the time the guards finally untied me I was getting a little sun-burned. They gave me my dress and told me to put them on. It was a bit hard because my arms and work force were numb from having hung by my wrists for hours.

Eventually I managed it and they ‘ escorted'me to the international aerodrome and to the check-in. walk was awful as my clit was still very swell up and sore. After I'd checked-in they saw me through passport control then left me. I checked my pocketbook ; everything was there except for the CD with the videos on. I guess that it ( and transcript of it ) will be doing the beat in Cuba now.

The flight back to Miami was uneventful, albeit a bit painful, and it didn't really help wearing Ben, they only seemed to make 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 reception for me. He knew something was wrong because he'd had a phone birdcall from his node. When he'd been ineffectual to find me he'd asked around and heard that a blonde, White River girl had been arrested. He'd decided to get out of there as soon as he could.

Jon took me up to our way then inspected the ‘ price ’. He assured me that my teat 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 conduct a ‘ aplomb'bath - which didn't assistant - apart from feeling clear again.

It was later ( ish ) that night when Jon took me to a restaurant with me wearing just my red mesh dress and high school heels. It was a good job that I don't wear underwear as they would possess been quite obvious. Wearing nothing under it looks a lot more obvious. We got lots of attention from the waiters but I was too tired to savor it.

Thursday

Jon let me catch some Z's until 8:00 am. When I woke up the sun was shining, the drapery were all-embracing open and Jon had taken the masking off me. I turned my capitulum and looked out of the windowpane to see a man on a balcony in the hotel opposite. He was staring straight at me.

There was a rap on the door and I heard Jon shout from the bathroom."Get that please V."I quickly looked for a robe or something but everything was put away. ‘ What the hell !'I thought and opened the door in the nude. The look on the waiter's fount was priceless. Jon had ordered breakfast and the waiter wheeled it in and set it up on the board. All the metre he kept looking over to me. I just stood and watched, still holding the door wide open.

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

The waiter ran out of things to do to prolong his stay and walked up to me and held his mitt out. When I realised what he wanted I walked over to where my bag was. It was on the floor so I bent at the shank and gave him a great view of my cunt as I slowly got some money out. When I stood up I saw Jon standing in the bathroom door watching with a big grin on his face. 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 rest home. I didn't want to be out in the sun all day because I was still a picayune 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 nipples and clit again. They were still swollen and tingling. He told me to wear something flabby over my nipples and keep walking to a minimum so I put on a satiny 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 nearest center that had mickle of clothes shops. It didn't take long and I was soon slowly walking through the mall getting a measure for what was there. Wow, Miami has some slap-up workshop, and just about everything I saw was tinny than in the UK.

I started in a intimate apparel shop class and bought a slip that I'll be able-bodied to don as a dress, Ultra short and slightly see-through.

Next I went into a boutique and selected three annulus to try on. All three were low-slung, the type that you can easily set the ‘ waist'so that they feel as if they are about to flow down any secondly. Of course I had to take my dress off to try the wench on and the changing cell didn't have a mirror in it. It looked as if it did at one clip because there were piece of ass that looked as if they'd held a mirror in property once. So, to see what the wench looked like on I had to go out into the main boutique are. The young missy did a double take when she saw me, but carried no serving somebody 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 serious on me and watched her eyes as she said it looked corking. Her oculus never even looked at the dame ; they were glued to my swollen nipples. I have to admit, my nipples are big ( not like the rest of my tits ) at the considerably of times, but they were like Jon's leaf 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 main shop country topless, but I ignored her and I told her that I'd go and try one of the other skirts on. She asked if I'd like any help. After a straightaway intellection I said,"Yes"and she followed me into the cubicle. Before she's closed the curtain I dropped the annulus 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 clock time down at my bald snatch. I let her for a few seconds before asking her to pass me one of the early skirts. She woke-up again, said sorry, and got one for me. To go the silence I told her that I never wear underwear and hoped that she didn't brain. She said no, and told me that she didn't either. And just to prove it, she lifted her skirt at the forepart to break a nicely trimmed Dubya."Much nicer being relinquish 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 surprise, but unfastened it and flex down holding it unresolved for me to abuse into it. As I did she saw my well up button and said,"That looks painful."“ It is"I said,"it needs some TLC"wondering if she'd volunteer. She didn't and when both wooden leg were in she slit the skirt up to my hips. The skirt fastened at the front and her lenient gentle hands felt good on my venter as she slowly fastened it. I slid it down onto my hip joint and said,"Let's go and see what it looks like."She started to say something, but I eased passed her and out to where the nearest mirror was. The man was still there, pretending to be looking at tops on a rack.

The girlfriend 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 coxa again."Oops !"I said as the doll slid too far down my hip joint and down to the floor. Needless to say I didn't rush after it, in fact I looked over at the man and the girlfriend to make believe for certain that they were looking before I stepped out of it and bent ( at the waist ) to pick it up. The man got a great eyeshot of my pussy and I felt a bit of a rush of juice as I looked between my stage to watch him watching me.

I picked the doll up and walked back into the cubicle, and turned to watch the female child following me, and the man staring at me.

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

I bought the first annulus that I tried-on, it felt good, looked goodness, could easily blow up in the confidential information, and could easily be adjusted so that it wouldn't take much for it to settle down.

From there I went for a coffee at a café in candid area of mall. I sat there proper next to where stacks of people were walking towards me. I never cross my stage, but with my painful swollen clit I needed to collapse it sight of room so that it didn't trauma more. I noticed one old man go round three times to get to see more. When I saw him coming the one-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 loving cup of coffee before I finally moved on.

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

I know, I'm a real tease.

I spotted one man following me up a couple of times ; he had this bag that had recollective handles so the bag was nearly on the base. I thought I saw a video recording camera pointing up out of it so I thought I'd make his cause worthwhile. I timed it so that I was right in presence of him as we got onto the escalator then stood with my invertebrate foot about a foot apart. Half way up I lifted my unexpended animal foot up a footstep and leaned forward to rub my groundwork. I looked back down my side and saw the bag virtually in between my branch. I saw a red light in the bag as well.

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

Next it was the obligatory shoe shop class. There's no way I can go shopping without flashing my pussy to some favorable male shoe shop class help, and by that clock time it was a very dampen pussy. I waited around just looking until this 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 closing to cumming as I was.

I was dying for a beneficial roll in the hay so I got a taxi 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 dandy to suffer me on the balcony as I was to bear him. It still hurt when Jon caressed my teat and clit.

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

Friday

Jon inspected my nipples and clit again. They were still swollen and throbbing. Jon then took me out onto the balcony and had me as I looked down onto the swimming pocket billiards field. After he shot his load into me and gone indulgent, he pulled out and slapped my stern.

We went down for breakfast with me in a little halter-top and scant annulus with our juices running down the interior 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 troll my neck and the other rhythm my torso, a bit like a bikini top, but totally unfitted. The former 2 rectangles plow my bum and pussy. A corduroy goes round my hips to nurse 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 undersurface of the rectangles. It's to hold back the front or back blowing right up. As it turned out that cord stopped a few people seeing my bum and pussy because it was quite breezy that day. Jon also got me to take a duad of low towels - just in case.

After walking a Admiralty mile or so Jon saw a shop selling things for the beach. He went in and got us some fin, masks and schnorchel. 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 outset, 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 nude is a feeling that I really enjoy.

As I said, Jon was messing about a lot, and it was only when a man, who was also wearing a masquerade, spent quite a yearn time getting close to me and swimming round and under me that I decided to wait to see what he could see. opine my surprise when I realised that all 3 rectangles had gone. Apart from the masquerade party 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 evidence me.

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

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

Jon got out of the 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 weewee edge on his own. I stood up and walked straight passed him to Jon. His font was a picture. Jon was just amused by it.

I dried myself and wrapped one of the towels round myself. It was way too belittled and wouldn't tie properly. It only just covered my bum and pussy. 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 danger that it would fall down anyway.

Jon decided to get a cab back to the hotel and the driver had a good look as I got in. At the hotel the doorman got a tangible eyeful when he opened my doorway. In the lift Jon took the towel off me and gave me the flipper to contain. I had to walk all along the corridor to our way totally naked except for 2 twosome of flipper. A middle-aged yoke looked really surprised when they came out of their elbow room right in social movement of me.

We were on an evening flight back to the UK so after a rain shower Jon told me to get us packed. Jon left me in reception while he went and bought something. When he came back with goose egg 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 luck 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 aerodrome because Jon told be to have a bun in the oven Ben in my bag. No metal detector trouble. Once we cleared certificate I had to put them in. I was proud of because the low vibrations of the flight save me excited.

The flight was nearly discharge and we settled in a window fundament. After some food and potable I leaned over and dozed off with my head on Jon's lap. When I woke-up I had a blanket over me, Jon told me that he'd got a air hostess, dismal 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 occupy my mouth.

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

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

It was the Sun before my Jap and clitoris were back down to their normal size of it and the stun gun arrived the chase Wednesday. Jon keeps it on display in the punishment way. 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 kitty-cat and finds that I've got a bit wetter.

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 more of our risky venture soon ; it's nice remembering them and getting charge as I write all the details.

Love

Vanessa