Introduction

Hi, my epithet is Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound human body with blondish hair. In 1998 I quit my slow cosmos in a little townspeople in due north Wales and went to work as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the eastern United States Midland of England. It was a brave conclusion to make as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advert in a BDSM clip that soul had left in the stylist where I worked. I didn't really know what I was letting myself in for, but I really did need to do something because my biography was so drab and boring. Even the interview for the job was incredible, but I was so desperate to change my biography 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 publish a daybook of my new life, and he has since created a web website that it is published on.

If you care to record my diary you will light upon that my relationship with Jon is rather dissimilar to that of almost employee and employer, but I have easily come to earn that I have a life that just could not be more cheering or enjoyable. I love my life and all the picayune escapade that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a piffling bit of tomentum that grows on my legs, I have no body haircloth below my neck opening. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with small ( ish ), saucy tit that have small aureoles and giant nipples. When they're concentrated Jon says they're like chapel hat pegs. I have a nice firm, flat stomach with a pubic osseous tissue that does stick out a bit. In my pussy lip I have 2 minuscule gold doughnut 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 trivial daily round heading. Jon sometimes calls it my little prick. I don't own any brassiere, drawers, pant, leg covering or shorts ; and 90 % of my skirts and clothes can be described as mini or micro. I used to be a very shy girl, but I've now gone completely the early way, and get a great thrill from letting former people see my body.

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

Jon told me to quit writing my Journal in the summer of 1999, but has recently asked me to document, some of the more occupy 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 cook up 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 adventures that we've had and that I've written about in my daybook. At first I was a bit annoyed about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that soul thought our adventures were trade good enough to replicate. I've started thinking that way as well.

Me on CD in Havana

right field, Jon had to go to Miami on business concern ( electronic computer 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 usual Jon had more clothes with him than I did ( well he was going to commercial enterprise meetings and I was expecting to drop most of the time by hotel pocket billiards or on a beach ). Jon decided that I would bear just a pelage and shoes until we got onto the carpenter's plane so off we set with Jon driving down to Heathrow. Once the car got warm I had to unfasten my coating and maintain it extensive assailable. No hullabaloo on the journey ( it was benighted ), but Jon did get me to give him a cock sucking one-half way down the M40.

No problem going through the aerodrome either, Jon got me to remove my pussy hoop a few months ago so the alloy sensing element didn't have anything to bleep at.

After we'd taken off Jon opened his briefcase and gave me a minuscule software. He told me to get hold of it to the toilet and put it on. It contained one of my thin cotton mini-dresses and one of my remote controlled vibes. As I put that in I got a bit wet with the anticipation of what I was expecting Jon to do to me without actually touching me. As I got back to my seat Jon told me to take the coat off before I sat down. As I climbed over Jon to get to my seat ( midsection one of three ) the woman on the other side of my seat looked at me and I saw her eyebrows rise as I leaned over Jon. I guess that she'd noticed that the top of my frock was hanging down ( it's a bit loose-fitting, especially as I never fasten the top two buttons ) and she must possess seen my breasts. As I sat down I made sure that my clothes wasn't between my puss and the seat. I didn't want to get off the woodworking plane with a big wet plot on the back of my dress.

The woman 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 comfortable for the recollective flight.

It was about 30 minutes before Jon gave me the first of all flak from the vibration. He'd waited until a few minute after the woman next to me started talking to me again. She was a bit of a stuck-up beef 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 vibration on it caught me by surprise a bit and I gasped and grabbed the seat weapon system. Both Jon and the woman asked me if I was all right field 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 fine than you Master."

After a few seconds the woman said,"Your married man seems to care for you a lot."Oh, he's not my married man, he's my victor, and yes, he does manage 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 outlandish. Really flakey, I thought I was the prosperous one with servants, but to take in 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."shame,"she said, looking at me with a funny but naughty construction on her aspect. She was staring at my pegleg and inadequate dress."So if I were to ask you to do something for me, your Master wouldn't allow it ?"she said."I obey only my Master,"I repeated,"I'm forbidden, to touch anyone else, or have anyone pinch me unless my maestro tells me to it."

Just then Jon interrupted and asked me if I wanted a drink. I said,"Yes please, I'm starting to get a bit warm."With that he switched the vibe off. I guessed that he'd realised that the vibe was starting to do its job. Jon got me a glass of vino and it wasn't long before I was feeling sleepy. I dozed off and when I woke up the next top two and the behind two button of my wearing apparel weren't fastened, Jon had undone them while I was dreaming about him fucking me on a gorgeous beach with about half a dozen citizenry watching us. There was then only four buttons left fastened. If it hadn't been for the seat in front of me and the fact that I was in the middle seat of three, I would ingest had a minor problem of mass being able-bodied to see my bald pubes.

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

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

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

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

It was wonderful getting off the planer into a very lovesome, blue breeze.

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

Dominicus

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

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

After breakfast we went for a foresightful manner of walking, it was bang-up feeling the warmth of the sun. Jon had to go and meet a business organisation client in the afternoon so I spent it by the hotel pond. I wore a severe Weasel bikini that Jon got over the internet from Australia that's so small that a stria Aid would deal Sir Thomas More. The material is so thin that you can see the dissimilar colour of my pap and it hugs every conformation of my crack and protruding clit.

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

That evening Jon took me to a posh restaurant for a big birthday dinner. candle, wine, the lot. I was wearing nothing but a very small, gabardine backless attire and shoes, the back 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 get into a vibe or Ben Wa or something, but he didn't. Instead he got me drunk and had to half carry me back to the hotel.

Monday

Jon was gone when I woke-up and I grabbed a bottle of water and went out onto the balcony in my common sleep attire - zippo. 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 bottom ) and went to a fast food place next door for some breakfast before going for a swimming 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 delight of swimming virtually bottomless. The place seemed Sir Thomas More unstrain and I flashed a pair of the waiter by lifting my genu up on the sun reclining chair as they walked towards me. One server even went round the puddle and came back for a second looking at. He adjusted the chairs and reclining chair near my feet so that he could get a longer tone. To reward him I opened my pegleg a bit. I smiled at him as well, but he only saw my lowly sassing smiling at him.

That afternoon I decided to go to the hotel gym. I needed to get some use, and besides, I'd seen a nice 6 multitude go in there and I wanted to tease him a bit. I took a pair of Jon's unlined running shorts and a crop top with me to wear. The 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 position with a distich 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 cushy sofa that we almost disappeared into. My bum was miserable than my articulatio genus and as I never cross my branch, just about everyone who walked passed and looked could see my pussy. We got gravel service from the same server who stared at me by the pool. Poor bloke, his trousers must have been real uncomfortable that night.

Tuesday

Jon arranged for me to go on one of those sightseeing tours. I suppose it was interesting, but a bit boring at sentence. By the end of it I was getting a bit fed-up with an old man who kept trying to get near me and impact my leg. I know it was my shift for letting him bet up my skirt, I suppose I should have 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 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 Havana the next day, but he wouldn't be finished Miami. He had to get some computer software to a client there and they were having problem with their internet connection and they weren't convinced that they'd manage to download it on metre. He'd arranged for me to have a copy over there just in cause. I was a little nervous as I'd never flown on my own, nor been to a strange res publica on my own. Jon told me that I didn't have to do much, just fly in, go over the road to the domestic drome and wait until about 2 pm when the Santiago flight got in. The client would find me. I'd give him a CD and then catch the 3:40 pm flight back. When I asked Jon how the man would know which woman to approach he laughed and told me that there wouldn't be many thin, blond ashen fille there showing lots of flesh.

We had a pipe down nighttime in the hotel bar.

Wed

Next morning we were up early. Jon told me to wear thin one of my light source, little cotton fiber ‘ A'skirt and thin white halter-top. The chick is a low slung one that relies on the size of my hips and stomach to stay up. I did bring off to lose it once when I really held my belly 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 reasonable shoes, shades and my Ben Wa Balls ( Jon's club ).

After breakfast Jon gave me my tickets, the CD, some money, and put me in a taxicab to the airport. Before he shut the taxi door he gave both my nipples a pinch and said,"Don't get your Patrick Victor Martindale White top dirty playing with them too much."I smiled at him and we drove off with 2 bullets pushing out my top and a slight prickling between my legs.

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

The short flight of steps was uneventful except for the quivering of the airplane bouncing Ben about a bit. It was a good job that I'd made sure that my chick wasn't between my pussy and the seat.

It was still early when I got to Havana so I went to a snack bar and had a chocolate before walking over to the domestic drome. The primary airport was quite nice, but the domesticated airport is a bit of a run-down garbage dump. I wasn't looking forward to the prospicient wait.

I was wandering around looking for somewhere to sit down and hold off when I was approached by a security man. He asked me for my recommendation and travel papers. 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 serjeant, working on a PC. The guard who took me there said some thing to the serjeant-at-law then left.

The sergeant kept me waiting for ages before finally looking up at me. His English wasn't as well as the guard who had taken me there. He told me that there was a problem with drug smuggling and that they'd had a tip-off that some drugs would be coming into the country that day. He apologised for interrupting my journeying and told me that I must sympathise that he had to check-out everything unusual and that a beautiful blonde fille, on her own, coming into the country was strange. He said that he would give 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 dainty sounding, apologetic serjeant. When he said that he'd have to look me I have to allow in that I got a little commove and my teat went hard. I could feel them pushing my top forward. He got up and walked round to me and told me to put my hands on my header and spreading my legs. He then ran his fingers through my hair and then ran his paw all over the rest of me, and I mean all over me. My nipples tingled as he lingered on my titty, and when he ran his paw up my left leg he stopped bushed when he realised that I wasn't wearing any knickers. He brought his hand up to his face and looked at my twat succus on the side of his hand for a minute before running his hand up my other leg. This time he lingered at my pussy before putting the palm of his hand on my pubic bone and putting a digit 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 troupe logo on it but the other only had the missive ‘ V'written on it."What's on this ?"the serjeant asked. I told him that I didn't know ( which was true up ), and after a few second staring at it, he put it in his PC and worked on the keyboard. All of a sudden his middle opened wider and then he said,"There's laws about pornography in this country, and you have just broken them."I hadn't a clue what he was talking about until he turned the monitor one shot so that I could see what he was looking at.

It was a television of me on our ‘ fucking motorcar ’. For any readers that haven't read region 6 of my journal, the ‘ fucking machine'is a motorcar that Jon got individual to establish in the binding bedroom, or ‘ penalization'room at place. My deal are tied above my head and the machine raises then lower me onto a dildo over and over again.

About 8 months ago Jon bought a video tv camera and taped me on all the machines in the penalisation room, and being punished in various agency. 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 well deserved, and gratefully received whipping. We watched Jon whipping my backside and twat as I counted the solidus out loudly. At 30 I could clearly hear myself moaning with pleasure as I had a wondrous orgasm.

When that video ended the sergeant looked up at me and said,"Maybe I'd secure search you a bit more thoroughly, 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 broken so I took my hands off my head, un-tied and removed my top. My tit were really operose and tingling.

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

After a few arcminute of this he stood back and said,"Now the skirt !"What pick did I ingest ? My only real concern was that he might fuck me and give me some horrible disease. Jon doesn't get too upset if men ( or women ) force me to do things just so long as I don't let them fuck me. Not that I would receive had much choice this time, I was on my own with a man that had a gun strapped to his waist.

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

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

He turned to me and grabbed my pubic pearl again. This time when his finger went into me there was no underground, 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 he pulled it out and stood back."Bend over the desk,"he said.

Oh no ! I thought, he's going to make out me. I was getting frightened. I could listen him doing something and it sounded like he was undoing his trousers. I thought ‘ brace yourself girl ’.

The adjacent matter I felt was a finger going into my ass. It waggled round and pushed quite intemperate into me. Then it came out. A few seconds later I felt a thumb going into my ass and a finger going into my kitty. I was then lifted up by that hand. That hurt.

He moved me about a bit then pulled his hand out and tell me to abide up and turn and face him. I then had to pass around my wooden leg again and put my hands on my drumhead. He then went round to the desk and got out this lummox of plastic with 2 metal bars coming out of one end about 2 inch apart. At first I didn't realise what it was, but I soon found out.

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

Then it happened, the device was on my right pap when I got this incredibly inviolable pain all over. I've had the odd 240-volt shock by accident at dwelling house before, but this was like C of times potent. My knees buckled and I screamed out in painful sensation. Somehow I managed to stay on my foot, but I'm not trusted how. After the initial pain sensation my nipple was rock hard and hurting like hell. My kitty-cat was responding too, I could finger an orgasm coming on.

Readers of my journal will cognise that pain is something that gives me pleasure, the Thomas More the pain, the more the pleasure.

I looked at the police sergeant and saw the grin on his face, and the excrescence in his trousers.

The stun gun moved to my left nipple and I watched and waited. I think I saw his finger run a bit, and then I saw the blue arc of electricity as it jumped from one prong, through my pap then to the other prong. This time I did crash to the base. The incredible painful sensation took me over the edge and I moaned and shook as I had one of the best orgasms that I'd had for weeks.

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

The new guard had a commodity look at me then explored my chest and pussycat with his manpower. When he touched my tit and clit I just about came again. My nips were intemperately than they've ever been before.

The serjeant-at-law told me to lie on my back on the desk. When I was there he told me to put my hands on my straits, and to spread my legs again. By that time my kitty-cat was gaping candid and I could feel their breathing spell inside my hole as they bent down for a shut down look.

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

It hit me. I've never screamed so forte and cum so hard. My clit felt like it was a burning lead football game. I'm sure that I was squirting cum out over the desk. I was shaking and sweating for what seemed like hours. I vaguely remember seeing the big smiling 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 wrong. I came over and over again. I was shattered.

The one-third time it happened I just felt a bit of pain then the next thing I knew I was waking-up in a slew on the floor. The two men were still there, but there was a middle-aged woman there as well. I guess that she was their superscript 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 out-of-doors air. My radiocarpal joint were tied together and the rope was slung over a beam at the side of the construction. I was pulled-up until my fundament just touched the ground. Ropes were tied to my articulatio talocruralis and my pegleg were pulled apart.

I've spent many hours restrained in that stance so I didn't need to try to put up my weight on my foundation. I was too knackered anyway. You get used to being having little profligate going to your manpower, and your shoulders get used to the pain.

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

Little did he get laid that I like being naked out in public, especially when I have no control over it. Even if I had just about been killed with the painful sensation and pleasure.

After a moment or so I started to take in where I was. I was at the side of some sort of service route to the drome. There was what looked like airport actor walking up and down the road and the odd lorry going passed. The road was about 3 metres from where I was and most of the pass people were looking over towards me. Most just looked and kept walking, but a few stopped for a while and had a good look.

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

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

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 couple of minute later a dirty, seedy 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 dick out and tried to get it to reach my pussy. He didn't appear to sustain the gumption ( fortunately ) to take in that he'd have to have something to tolerate on to get gamy enough.

After a few minutes he gave up and wandered off, much to the amusement of one of the safeguard 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 birth a good 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 finis to cumming them then leaving me frustrated.

By the fourth dimension the guards finally untied me I was getting a short sun-burned. They gave me my clothes and told me to put them on. It was a bit difficult because my sleeve and hands were numb from having hung by my wrists for hours.

Eventually I managed it and they ‘ escorted'me to the external airport and to the check-in. walking was painful as my clitoris was still very swollen and sore. After I'd checked-in they saw me through passport command then left me. I checked my handbag ; everything was there except for the CD with the videos on. I guess that it ( and transcript of it ) will be doing the rounds in Republic of Cuba now.

The flight of steps back to Miami was uneventful, albeit a bit painful, and it didn't really help wearing Ben, they only seemed to make my clit swell more. I was very thirsty 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 call from his node. When he'd been unable to find me he'd asked around and heard that a blonde, white girl had been arrested. He'd decided to get out of there as soon as he could.

Jon took me up to our elbow room then inspected the ‘ damage ’. He assured me that my nipple 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 necessitate a ‘ cool'bathtub - which didn't supporter - apart from feeling clear again.

It was late ( ish ) that night when Jon took me to a restaurant with me wearing just my red enmesh dress and in high spirits heel. It was a good job that I don't tire underwear as they would have been quite obvious. Wearing nothing under it looks a lot more obvious. We got lots of attention from the server but I was too stock to enjoy it.

Thursday

Jon let me sleep until 8:00 am. When I woke up the sun was shining, the pall were wide open and Jon had taken the covers off me. I turned my forefront and looked out of the windowpane to see a man on a balcony in the hotel antonym. He was staring straight at me.

There was a roast on the door and I heard Jon shout from the bathroom."Get that please V."I quickly looked for a robe or something but everything was put away. ‘ What the nether region !'I thought and opened the door in the nude person. The flavour on the server's face 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 door wide of the mark open.

A Lester Willis Young couple walked by and the man got quite a surprisal when he saw me, but it was the charwoman who stared at me until they were passed me.

The server ran out of affair to do to protract his stay and walked up to me and held his script out. When I realised what he wanted I walked over to where my bag was. It was on the floor so I bent at the waist and gave him a great view of my pussy as I slowly got some money out. When I stood up I saw Jon standing in the can threshold watching with a big grin on his side. 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 home. I didn't want to be out in the sun all day because I was still a short red from ‘ hanging around'the late 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 soft over my pap and keep walking to a minimum so I put on a silken 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 skinny mall that had tons of clothes shops. It didn't take retentive and I was soon slowly walking through the mall getting a measuring rod for what was there. Wow, Miami has some neat shops, and just about everything I saw was cheaper than in the UK.

I started in a lingerie shop and bought a slip that I'll be able to wear as a garb, Ultra short and slightly see-through.

Next I went into a boutique and selected three bird 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 path I had to take my garb off to try the dame on and the changing cell didn't have a mirror in it. It looked as if it did at one time because there were screws that looked as if they'd held a mirror in place once. So, to see what the bird looked like on I had to go out into the primary dress shop are. The Young girl did a double take when she saw me, but carried no serving person else.

When she'd finished serving that woman she came over to me and asked if I wanted any assist. I asked her if she though the skirt looked good on me and watched her centre as she said it looked great. Her heart never even looked at the doll ; they were glued to my intumesce nipples. I have to admit, my nipples are big ( not like the rest of my nipple ) at the best of sentence, but they were wish Jon's thumb ending 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 chief shop area topless, but I ignored her and I told her that I'd go and try one of the other skirts on. She asked if I'd like any help. After a quick view I said,"Yes"and she followed me into the cubicle. Before she's closed the mantle I dropped the bird 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 meter down at my bald puss. I let her for a few second before asking her to legislate me one of the other skirts. She woke-up again, said sorry, and got one for me. To break the secretiveness I told her that I never wear underwear and hoped that she didn't mind. She said no, and told me that she didn't either. And just to prove it, she lifted her skirt at the front to let on a nicely trimmed bush."a great deal 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 slight storm, 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 volunteer. She didn't and when both wooden leg were in she slit the skirt up to my articulatio coxae. The skirt fastened at the front and her piano docile hands felt good on my abdomen as she slowly fastened it. I slid it down onto my pelvic girdle and said,"Let's go and see what it looks like."She started to say something, but I eased passed her and out to where the nighest 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 cloth 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 bird slid too far down my hips and down to the floor. needle to say I didn't boot after it, in fact I looked over at the man and the little girl to make sure that they were looking before I stepped out of it and bent grass ( at the waist ) to pick it up. The man got a smashing view of my cunt and I felt a bit of a boot of juice as I looked between my legs to catch him watching me.

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

I tried-on the tierce chick 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 disappointed when I appeared with my apparel on.

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

From there I went for a coffee at a café in undefendable country of plaza. I sat there right next to where good deal of people were walking towards me. I never cross my leg, but with my painful swollen clit I needed to give it tidy sum of way so that it didn't damage more. I noticed one old man go round three time to get to see more than. When I saw him coming the third meter I deliberately opened my wooden leg wider so that he really could see everything. I think I made that old man's day. I had three cupful 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 globe aching and maybe get a few wet patched on the movement of their trousers.

I know, I'm a real tease.

I spotted one man following me up a couple of sentence ; he had this bag that had long hold so the bag was nearly on the floor. I thought I saw a video 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 escalator then stood with my feet about a leg it apart. Half way up I lifted my left foot up a gradation and leaned forward to rub my foot. I looked back down my side and saw the bag virtually in between my legs. I saw a red Light in the bag as well.

When I walked off the top of the escalator I went to a workshop window and stood looking in, with my human foot 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 shoe shop. There's no way I can go shopping without flashing my pussy to some lucky male skid shop class assistant, and by that time it was a very damp pussy. I waited around just looking until this unseasoned man was free people. As he walked over to me I could see him looking me up and down. I didn't disappoint him and by the prison term I left he was as closely to cumming as I was.

I was dying for a adept fucking so I got a taxicab back to the hotel and went up to our elbow room to wait for Jon. Fortunately I didn't have to waitress long and Jon was just as keen to deliver me on the balcony as I was to make him. It still hurt when Jon caressed my mammilla and clit.

We had a pipe down night in the hotel restaurant and bar that night.

Friday

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

We went down for breakfast with me in a little halter-top and abruptly skirt with our juice running down the interior of my legs.

After breakfast Jon told me we were going for a walk. I had to go and deepen into what is basically 3 rectangles of textile. The one that goes over my chest is held with 2 electric cord, one round my neck and the other cycle my trunk, a bit like a bikini top, but totally unfit. The other 2 rectangles cover my bum and pussy. A cord goes round my hips to concur them in piazza. When Jon got me to stimulate it he got me to include a detachable cord that goes in between my legs to the arse of the rectangles. It's to stop the forepart or back blowing right hand up. As it turned out that electric cord stopped a few masses seeing my bum and pussy because it was quite windy that day. Jon also got me to take a couple of pocket-size towels - just in case.

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

There was no way that I could divest raw and go swimming, not there, so I had to drown wearing what I had on. The body of water was cold at starting time, but I soon got used to it, especially with Jon messing about. With only those 3 rectangles on it felt as if I was naked. Swimming raw is a notion 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 long prison term getting close to me and swimming rhythm 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 fin 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 tell me.

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

After that there was the job 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 water and was getting dry while I stayed in waiting for thing to get a bit quieter. Eventually I decided that I'd have to make a motion. There was this nice hunk walking down the weewee edge on his own. I stood up and walked straight passed him to Jon. His face was a picture. Jon was just amused by it.

I dried myself and wrapped one of the towels round myself. It was way too humble 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 swell risk that it would pass down anyway.

Jon decided to get a cab back to the hotel and the device driver had a ripe look as I got in. At the hotel the porter got a literal eyeful when he opened my threshold. In the lift Jon took the towel off me and gave me the fin to channel. I had to walk all along the corridor to our room totally naked except for 2 pair of flipper. A middle-aged span looked really surprised when they came out of their room right in nominal head of me.

We were on an eve flight back to the UK so after a shower Jon told me to get us packed. Jon left me in reception while he went and bought something. When he came back with nothing I asked him what he'd bought. It was a stupefy gun and he'd posted it to himself. He reckoned that it stood a better chance of getting though in the stake rather than us carrying it. He said that they're illegal in the UK.

There was no job in the drome because Jon told be to behave Ben in my bag. No metal detector problems. Once we cleared security I had to put them in. I was pleased because the low vibrations of the flight retain me excited.

The flight was nearly empty and we settled in a window seat. After some nutrient and deglutition I leaned over and dozed off with my heading on Jon's lap. When I woke-up I had a blanket over me, Jon told me that he'd got a hostess, sorry cabin crew somebody, to get one for me. It was so muted, and Ben had been at work, so I got Jon's dick out and filled my mouth.

After a couple of minutes Jon decided that we should reincarnate our membership of the mile gamy club. I don't think that anyone saw us go into the toilet but as we were walking back to our stern a stewardess walked passed us and gave me that ‘ knowing grin ’. In the stool Jon lifted me up straight away and opened my peg. Before I knew it he was pushing his shaft into me. Problem was he'd forget that I was wearing Ben. He didn't damage himself and quickly put his digit in and got them out. The surprise hadn't cooled him down and he came quite quickly.

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

It was the Sunday before my shot and clit were back down to their rule size and the stun gun arrived the pursual 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 sentence he mentions it he checks my snatch and finds that I've got a bit wetter.

That was my number one 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 than of our risky venture soon ; it's gracious remembering them and getting excited as I write all the details.

Love

Vanessa