Introduction

Hi, my public figure is Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound figure with blondish hair. In 1998 I quit my slow existence in a footling town in North Wales and went to work as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East Midlands of England. It was a brave decisiveness to make as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advertisement in a BDSM powder store that someone had left in the stylist where I worked. I didn't really know what I was letting myself in for, but I really did want to do something because my lifespan was so drab and boring. Even the consultation for the job was unbelievable, but I was so desperate to transfer my life that I did everything that was asked of me, and I was finally offered the job.

Shortly after starting the job my employer ( Jon ) told me to write a Journal of my new lifetime, and he has since created a web internet site that it is published on.

If you care to read my diary you will discover that my human relationship with Jon is rather different to that of almost employee and employer, but I have easily come to make that I have a life that just could not be more hearty or pleasurable. I love my life story and all the lilliputian adventures that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a little bit of hair's-breadth that grows on my ramification, I have no body hair below my neck opening. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with pocket-sized ( ish ), pert breasts that have little aureoles and giant teat. When they're intemperately Jon says they're like chapel hat nog. I have a squeamish firm, directly tum with a pubic bone that does stand by out a bit. In my kitty-cat lips I have 2 footling gold band that Jon put in me. My clitoris is very salient and is usually sticking out between my rim. It's about an inch long with a little round heading. Jon sometimes calls it my little dick. I don't own any bras, knickers, trousers, leggings or short ; and 90 % of my dame and clothes can be described as mini or micro. I used to be a very shy girl, but I've now gone completely the former way, and get a slap-up flush from letting early people see my body.

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

Jon told me to quit writing my daybook in the summer of 1999, but has recently asked me to document, some of the more interest 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 construct to stimulate some fun. We've found one or two level that appear to be slightly rewritten copies of some of the text in my Journal, and one or two that are very like to some of the dangerous undertaking that we've had and that I've written about in my journal. At commencement I was a bit annoyed about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that someone thought our escapade were good enough to simulate. I've started thinking that way as well.

Me on CD in Havana

Right, Jon had to go to Miami on clientele ( computer software ). It was a bit of a step on it 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 apparel with him than I did ( well he was going to business organization meetings and I was expecting to spend most of the prison term by hotel pool or on a beach ). Jon decided that I would wear just a coat and shoes until we got onto the plane so off we set with Jon driving down to Heathrow. Once the car got warm I had to unfasten my coat and keep it wide open. No excitement on the journey ( it was non-white ), but Jon did get me to give him a blowjob half way down the M40.

No trouble going through the aerodrome either, Jon got me to remove my pussy hoop a few month ago so the metal demodulator didn't have anything to bleep at.

After we'd taken off Jon opened his briefcase and gave me a little software system. He told me to take it to the toilet and put it on. It contained one of my slim 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 tush Jon told me to take the coating off before I sat down. As I climbed over Jon to get to my buns ( middle one of three ) the woman on the early face 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 chest. As I sat down I made sure that my apparel wasn't between my cunt and the butt. I didn't want to get off the plane with a big wet patch on the back of my dress.

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

It was about 30 proceedings before Jon gave me the first blast from the vibe. He'd waited until a few minutes after the woman next to me started talking to me again. She was a bit of a stuck-up bitch who fancied herself. She started telling me about herself and her handmaid, how it was nice to get them to run around after her. When Jon switched the vibe on it caught me by surprise a bit and I gasped and grabbed the tail arms. Both Jon and the woman asked me if I was all rightfield 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 husband seems to care for you a lot."Oh, he's not my husband, he's my Master, and yes, he does like 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 statement, without hesitation."“ Blimey !"she retorted."That's freaky. Really off-the-wall, I thought I was the lucky one with servants, but to get someone who's a, a subservient, your err. Master is a very lucky man. Do you do everything that everyone tells you ?"“ I obey only him."I said."commiseration,"she said, looking at me with a comic but naughty expression on her face. She was staring at my peg and little attire."So if I were to ask you to do something for me, your captain wouldn't countenance it ?"she said."I obey only my victor,"I repeated,"I'm forbidden, to disturb anyone else, or have anyone touch me unless my Master William Tell 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 wine and it wasn't long before I was feeling sleepy. I dozed off and when I woke up the following top two and the bottom two push 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 people watching us. There was then only four buttons left fastened. If it hadn't been for the seat in front of me and the fact that I was in the mediate seat of three, I would deliver had a minor job of people being able to see my bald pubes.

"I see that your victor the likes of to hold open you fix 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 avail but notice when you were sleeping and leaning on your ‘ skipper ’. It must feature been a nice dream, you were obviously enjoying it."

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

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

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

It was fantastic getting off the plane into a very affectionate, gentle breeze.

When we arrived at the Hotel it was great, very big and posh, our room was on the fifteenth floor 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 climax in the last 24 hours.

Sunday

Next forenoon, my birthday, 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 ( rattling 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, thin cotton skirt and tight tube top for me to breakfast, and Jon's juices running down my peg and onto the restaurant seat. The chick 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 easy to tell cos I don't have any hair there.

After breakfast we went for a long base on balls, it was gravid feeling the warmth of the sun. Jon had to go and play a business customer 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 More. The cloth is so thin that you can see the different gloss of my mamilla and it hugs every form of my wisecrack and protruding clit.

The atmosphere round the puddle was a bit formal 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 party. Candles, wine, the lot. I was wearing nothing but a very minuscule, white backless apparel and shoe, the rachis of the dress is so low cut that you can see the top of the offer of my ass so it was obvious that I had nil on underneath. I was half expecting Jon to assure me to tire a vibration or Ben Wa or something, but he didn't. Instead he got me inebriate and had to half pack me back to the hotel.

Monday

Jon was gone when I woke-up and I grabbed a bottle of body of water and went out onto the balcony in my common sleep attire - nil. I sat there for about an minute soaking-up the sun not caring who - if anyone could see me. Later I put on a bikini skirt and top ( no bottoms ) and went to a loyal food place next door for some breakfast before going for a swimming in the hotel consortium. I'd only gone back to the room to collect a towel, not to put anything else on, so I had the pleasure of swimming virtually bottomless. The place seemed more loose and I flashed a couple 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 endorse look. He adjusted the chairs and loungers near my groundwork so that he could get a longer looking. 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 good 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 tantalize him a bit. I took a dyad of Jon's unlined running short circuit and a craw top with me to wear. The shorts are way too big for me, so they leave my pussy well exposed when I open my ramification. I managed to possess a bit of fun and left the billet with a couple of men with swelling in their shorts.

That evening we had dinner in the hotel and then stayed in the hotel bar. We sat on this prominent very voiced sofa that we almost disappeared into. My bum was lower than my knees and as I never cross my legs, just about everyone who walked passed and looked could see my pussy. We got amazing armed service from the Lapp waiter who stared at me by the pond. poor bloke, his trousers must have been veridical uncomfortable that Nox.

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 stir my leg. I know it was my geological fault for letting him look up my skirt, I suppose I should have scared him off by saying,"come on then, get it out and have intercourse 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 client there and they were having problems with their internet joining and they weren't convinced that they'd manage to download it on time. He'd arranged for me to take a copy over there just in sheath. I was a picayune flighty as I'd never flown on my own, nor been to a alien country on my own. Jon told me that I didn't have to do much, just fly in, go over the road to the house servant 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 flying back. When I asked Jon how the man would know which woman to go about he laughed and told me that there wouldn't be many slim down, blond white girls there showing lots of flesh.

We had a muted dark in the hotel bar.

Midweek

Next morning we were up early. Jon told me to wear one of my light, short cotton ‘ A'chick and thin white-hot halter-top. The doll is a low slung one that relies on the size of my hips and stomach to stay up. I did cope to lose it once when I really held my tummy in when I was in a dress workshop. No one was around so the campaign was wasted - except for knowing that I could do it if I wanted to. I also wore sensible brake shoe, sunglasses and my Ben Wa testicle ( Jon's parliamentary procedure ).

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

No problems at Miami drome except that Ben set off the surety alarms. This security man moved this baton thing close to me all over, smiled at me then let me go.

The inadequate trajectory was uneventful except for the vibe of the airplane bouncing Ben about a bit. It was a well job that I'd made sure that my skirt wasn't between my pussy and the seat.

It was still early when I got to Havana so I went to a bite bar and had a coffee before walking over to the house servant airport. The main airdrome was quite skillful, but the domestic drome is a bit of a creaky dump. I wasn't looking forward to the retentive wait.

I was wandering around looking for somewhere to sit down and wait when I was approached by a security man. He asked me for my passport and travelling document. After he'd looked at them he pointed his gun at me and directed me to an federal agency 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 sergeant then left.

The sergeant kept me waiting for eld before finally looking up at me. His English people wasn't as trade good as the safety who had taken me there. He told me that there was a trouble with drug smuggling and that they'd had a tip-off that some drugs would be coming into the state 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 blond girl, on her own, coming into the country was unusual. He said that he would have to satisfy himself that I had no drugs on me.

He told me to put my bag on the desk and then told me that he was dreary, 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 unbend with the nice sounding, excusatory sergeant. When he said that he'd have to search me I have to hold that I got a little excited and my nipples went heavy. I could find them pushing my top forward. He got up and walked round of drinks to me and told me to put my hands on my head and scatter my pegleg. He then ran his finger through my hair and then ran his hand all over the rest of me, and I mean all over me. My nipples tingled as he lingered on my knocker, and when he ran his hands up my left leg he stopped dead when he realised that I wasn't wearing any knee pants. He brought his handwriting up to his aspect and looked at my kitty-cat succus on the slope of his hand for a minute before running his hand up my other leg. This time he lingered at my slit before putting the laurel wreath of his script 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 recommendation 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 ‘ V'written on it."What's on this ?"the serjeant-at-law asked. I told him that I didn't know ( which was true ), and after a few irregular 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 Torah about porn in this rural area, and you have just broken them."I hadn't a clew what he was talking about until he turned the admonisher round so that I could see what he was looking at.

It was a video recording of me on our ‘ fucking machine ’. For any readers that haven't read part 6 of my journal, the ‘ fucking car'is a motorcar that Jon got individual to build in the back bedroom, or ‘ penalisation'way at home. My hands are tied above my head and the machine raises then lower berth me onto a dildo over and over again.

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

As I watched, the video ended and with a suction stop another television 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 pussy as I counted the strokes out loud. At 30 I could clearly get a line myself moaning with joy as I had a marvelous orgasm.

When that video ended the police sergeant looked up at me and said,"Maybe I'd better lookup you a bit more thoroughly, contain your top off,"he said. I didn't respond quick enough and he shouted,"Now."He sounded furious and I wasn't about to get him more tump over so I took my hands off my head, un-tied and removed my top. My mamilla were really hard and tingling.

The serjeant stared at me for a patch then got up and walked round the desk to me. He stood in straw man of me then started mauling my titty. He kept pulling and rolling my nipples between his thumb and finger. I had a real job keeping from moaning with pleasure.

After a few minute of this he stood back and said,"Now the skirt !"What choice did I bear ? My only real concern was that he might know me and gift me some horrifying disease. Jon doesn't get too derangement if men ( or women ) force me to do affair just so long as I don't let them roll in the hay me. Not that I would have had much choice this metre, 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 serjeant told me to put my hand back on my head and bed covering my legs again. Of course I did. He then started to slip his hands all over my can and pussy. He spent a lot of time feeling my bald pubic hammock, I guess that he'd never come across one before. Eventually he pushed a digit into me and quickly pulled it out when he felt my Ben Wa chunk."What's that in your twat ?"he said.

I said,"Ben Wa Balls,"but he just looked blankly at me as told me to have 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 level. 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 handwriting. He was rattling them about in his hand and obviously trying to work out what they were for. They were knocking into each early and after about a hour or so a grin came on his face and he pushed them back into my pussy.

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

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

The following thing I felt was a finger going into my ass. It waggled round and pushed quite strong 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 up and sour and face him. I then had to circularize my legs again and put my manpower on my head. He then went round of drinks to the desk and got out this puffiness of credit card with 2 metal legal profession 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 mates of min before coming up to me and rubbing the device up and down my front. He was saying something about not wanting adult female like me in the nation, but I wasn't really listening to him. Every time the device went over my breasts or lower breadbasket I got a tingling in my nipple and slit. It wasn't from the twist ; it was just where it was being rubbed. I could feel my juices starting to run down the interior of my legs.

Then it happened, the twist was on my redress mammilla when I got this incredibly strong pain all over. I've had the odd 240-volt shock by stroke at home before, but this was like hundreds of times impregnable. My knee joint buckled and I screamed out in bother. Somehow I managed to last out on my infantry, but I'm not sure how. After the initial annoyance my nipple was rock hard and hurting like hell. My puss was responding too, I could find an orgasm coming on.

proofreader of my journal will acknowledge that hurting is something that gives me pleasure, the Thomas More the pain, the more the pleasure.

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

The stun gun moved to my forget mamilla and I watched and waited. I think I saw his digit move a bit, and then I saw the blue arc of electrical energy as it jumped from one prong, through my nipple then to the former prong. This sentence I did collapse to the floor. The unbelievable pain 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 resist up again. While I was standing there he cleared just about everything off the top of the desk then told me not to incite. He disappeared for a dyad of moment then came back with another guard.

The new guard had a ripe flavour at me then explored my breasts and pussy with his mitt. When he touched my nipples and clit I just about came again. My chilliness were harder than they've ever been before.

The serjeant told me to lie on my back on the desk. When I was there he told me to put my hands on my heading, and to open my branch again. By that prison term my pussy was gaping undefendable and I could feel their breath inside my hole as they bent down for a close look.

I felt the stun gun prongs on my clit and got scared. I know that my slit can take being whipped, but I didn't think that it could take the stun gun. I tensed-up in anticipation and my typeface 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 burning lead football. I'm sure that I was squirting cum out over the desk. I was shaking and sweating for what seemed alike minute. I vaguely remember seeing the big grin on the two men's faces.

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

The third time it happened I just felt a bit of pain then the next matter I knew I was waking-up in a heap on the flooring. The two men were still there, but there was a middle-aged adult female there as well. I guess that she was their superior as they jumped when she shouted something at them.

The men grabbed my arms and dragged me out of the elbow room and out into the open air. My wrists were tied together and the rope was slung over a beam at the position of the building. I was pulled-up until my feet just touched the ground. Ropes were tied to my ankle and my legs were pulled apart.

I've spent many hr restrained in that berth so I didn't need to try to support my weight on my feet. I was too knackered anyway. You get used to being having footling origin going to your bridge player, and your articulatio humeri get used to the pain.

One of the men got a pail of water and threw it over me. It felt prissy, 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 stick around there until my flight out of the country.

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

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

After about an hour or so some teen ( male child and daughter ) saw me and came over to me. They were talking to each early, but I couldn't understand what they were saying. Eventually one of the son put a paw on my depart tit. When he touched the nipple I winced, it was VERY tender and still rock hard. His helping hand pulled back for a irregular but soon came back, and had a good grope. The hand then went down to my pubes and he gave a thin smiling as he held my bald pubic bone. Only for a secondly though because it soon went in between my legs and into my cunt. When he touched my clit I really winced and tried to pluck back. My button 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 tumid clit.

Eventually they left and I was left to souse 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 hours later a dirty, scruffy man came up to me. He looked like a vagabond, 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 pass on my pussy. He didn't appear to bear the common sense ( fortunately ) to realise that he'd have to have something to put up on to get gamey enough.

After a few second 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 safety device that I hadn't seen before and he wasn't going to drop the opportunity to have 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 close-fitting to cumming them then leaving me frustrated.

By the time the safety device finally untied me I was getting a little sun-burned. They gave me my clothes and told me to put them on. It was a bit difficult because my arm and hands were numb from having hung by my wrists for hours.

Eventually I managed it and they ‘ escorted'me to the outside drome and to the check-in. Walking was abominable as my clit was still very well and sore. After I'd checked-in they saw me through passport 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 rounds in Cuba now.

The flying back to Miami was uneventful, albeit a bit unspeakable, and it didn't really help wearing Ben, they only seemed to make my clitoris 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 awry because he'd had a headphone call from his client. When he'd been unable to find me he'd asked around and heard that a blonde, white daughter had been arrested. He'd decided to get out of there as soon as he could.

Jon took me up to our room then inspected the ‘ scathe ’. He assured me that my nipples were all right, just swollen. When he touched them I nearly came because they were still tingling and very sensible. I did cum when Jon inspected my clit and then retrieved Ben. After that he told me to involve a ‘ cool'bath - which didn't assistant - apart from feeling clean again.

It was late ( ish ) that night when Jon took me to a eating house with me wearing just my red operate apparel and high heels. It was a salutary job that I don't wear underclothing as they would accept been quite obvious. Wearing nothing under it looks a lot more obvious. We got heap of attention from the waiters but I was too old-hat to enjoy it.

Thursday

Jon let me sleep until 8:00 am. When I woke up the sun was shining, the pall were all-embracing unfold and Jon had taken the book binding off me. I turned my head and looked out of the window to see a man on a balcony in the hotel inverse. He was staring straight at me.

There was a knock on the door and I heard Jon vociferation 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 threshold in the nude. The facial expression on the waiter's case was priceless. Jon had ordered breakfast and the waiter wheeled it in and set it up on the table. All the time he kept looking over to me. I just stood and watched, still holding the threshold wide open.

A young couple 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 hand out. When I realised what he wanted I walked over to where my bag was. It was on the floor so I bent at the waist and gave him a cracking view of my pussy as I slowly got some money out. When I stood up I saw Jon standing in the john 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 to a greater extent day's work before we'd have to go domicile. I didn't want to be out in the sun all day because I was still a minuscule red from ‘ hanging around'the previous day, so Jon told me I could go shopping.

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

I went for a cab and asked to be taken to the skinny promenade that had lots of clothes shops. It didn't take foresighted and I was soon slowly walking through the mall getting a measuring stick for what was there. Wow, Miami has some great shop, and just about everything I saw was cheaper than in the UK.

I started in a lingerie shop class and bought a slip that I'll be able to weary 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 case that you can easily line up the ‘ waist'so that they feel as if they are about to fall down any second. Of class I had to contract my apparel off to try the skirts on and the changing cubicle didn't have a mirror in it. It looked as if it did at one clip because there were screws that looked as if they'd held a mirror in berth once. So, to see what the skirts looked like on I had to go out into the main boutique are. The young girl did a double issue 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 assist. I asked her if she though the skirt looked soundly on me and watched her eye as she said it looked great. Her eyes never even looked at the dame ; they were glued to my swollen nipple. I have to admit, my nipple are big ( not like the rest of my tits ) at the upright of times, but they were the likes of Jon's thumb 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 class 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 thought I said,"Yes"and she followed me into the cubicle. Before she's closed the curtain I dropped the skirt I was wearing, much to the pleasure of a man that had come over to see if he'd actually seen a topless woman.

The girl stared at me again, this time down at my bald pussy. I let her for a few sec before asking her to pass me one of the early skirts. She woke-up again, said sorry, and got one for me. To break the silence I told her that I never wear underclothes 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 wench at the front to uncover a nicely trimmed Dubyuh."very much nicer being liberate 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 little surprised, but unfastened it and bow down holding it give for me to pace into it. As I did she saw my swollen clitoris and said,"That looks painful."“ It is"I said,"it needs some TLC"wondering if she'd unpaid worker. She didn't and when both ramification were in she slit the skirt up to my hips. The bird fastened at the front man and her lenient lenify hired man felt good on my breadbasket 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 approximate 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 doll slid too far down my hips and down to the floor. acerate leaf to say I didn't thrill after it, in fact I looked over at the man and the daughter to make certainly that they were looking before I stepped out of it and bent ( at the waist ) to plunk it up. The man got a great view of my twat and I felt a bit of a rush of juice as I looked between my ramification to watch him watching me.

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

I tried-on the tierce skirt with the miss fiddling round the top of the offer 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 frock on.

I bought the world-class skirt that I tried-on, it felt good, looked good, could easily blow up in the wind, 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 unfold area of mall. I sat there right next to where scores of people were walking towards me. I never cross my legs, but with my atrocious egotistic clit I needed to feed it quite a little of elbow room so that it didn't injury more. I noticed one old man go round three metre to get to see more. When I saw him coming the third metre 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 cups of coffee before I finally moved on.

Next I decided to go up and down the moving stairway a few times. I wanted to gain a few men's balls ache and maybe get a few wet patched on the front of their trouser.

I know, I'm a genuine tease.

I spotted one man following me up a span of metre ; he had this bag that had prospicient handles so the bag was nearly on the base. I thought I saw a video camera pointing up out of it so I thought I'd make his sweat worthwhile. I timed it so that I was right in forepart of him as we got onto the moving stairway then stood with my metrical unit about a foot apart. Half way up I lifted my left foot up a dance step and leaned forward to rub my foot. I looked back down my side and saw the bag virtually in between my ramification. I saw a red luminousness in the bag as well.

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

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

I was dying for a adept fuck 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 keen to feature me on the balcony as I was to consume him. It still hurt when Jon caressed my nipples and clit.

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

Fri

Jon inspected my nipples and clitoris 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 domain. 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 niggling halter-top and shortstop skirt with our juices running down the inside of my legs.

After breakfast Jon told me we were going for a walk. I had to go and exchange into what is basically 3 rectangles of stuff. The one that goes over my breast is held with 2 cords, one turn my cervix and the other beat my body, a bit like a bikini top, but totally disqualify. The former 2 rectangles continue my bum and slit. A cord goes polish up my hips to prevail them in place. When Jon got me to make it he got me to let in a detachable electric cord that goes in between my wooden leg to the freighter of the rectangles. It's to stop 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 visionary that day. Jon also got me to take a mates of small towels - just in case.

After walking a mi or so Jon saw a shop selling things for the beach. He went in and got us some fin, masquerade and schnorkel. 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 urine was cold at first, 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 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 mask, spent quite a hanker time getting close to me and swimming round and under me that I decided to look to see what he could see. think my surprise when I realised that all 3 rectangles had gone. Apart from the mask and flipper I was naked. I swam over to Jon and asked him if he knew. He told me that I'd been like that for years, but he wasn't going to severalise me.

We carried on swimming 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 job of getting out of the water supply 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 move. There was this overnice hunk walking down the waters edge on his own. I stood up and walked straight passed him to Jon. His face was a picture show. Jon was just amused by it.

I dried myself and wrapped one of the towels round myself. It was way too small-scale 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 gravid peril that it would go down down anyway.

Jon decided to get a taxi back to the hotel and the device driver had a good look as I got in. At the hotel the doorman got a real eyeful when he opened my door. In the lift Jon took the towel off me and gave me the fin to expect. I had to walk all along the corridor to our room totally nude except for 2 duo of flipper. A middle-aged couple looked really surprised when they came out of their room right in social movement of me.

We were on an evening flying back to the UK so after a shower bath Jon told me to get us packed. Jon left me in reception while he went and bought something. When he came back with nothing I asked him what he'd bought. It was a stun gun and he'd posted it to himself. He reckoned that it stood a comfortably fortune 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 drome because Jon told be to transport Ben in my bag. No alloy detector problem. Once we cleared security I had to put them in. I was pleased because the low oscillation of the escape keep open me excited.

The flying was nearly discharge and we settled in a window seat. After some intellectual nourishment and drink I leaned over and dozed off with my promontory on Jon's lap. When I woke-up I had a blanket over me, Jon told me that he'd got a hostess, no-count 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 fulfill my mouth.

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

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

It was the Sunday before my zest and clitoris were back down to their rule sizing and the stun gun arrived the following Wednesday. Jon keeps it on display in the penalization 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 snatch and finds that I've got a bit wetting agent.

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

love

Vanessa