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Hi, my name is genus Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound physique with blondish pilus. In 1998 I quit my boring existence in a trivial Town in North Wales and went to work out as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East Midlands of England. It was a brave conclusion to nominate as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advert in a BDSM mag that someone had left in the hairdressers 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 life was so drab and boring. Even the interview for the job was unconvincing, but I was so desperate to change 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 pen a Journal of my new life, and he has since created a web site that it is published on.

If you care to read my daybook you will discover that my human relationship with Jon is rather different to that of most employee and employer, but I have easily come to substantiate that I have a aliveness that just could not be more satisfying or pleasurable. I love my aliveness and all the slight adventures that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a little bit of pilus that grows on my ramification, I have no organic structure hair below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with small ( ish ), saucy breasts that have small nimbus and goliath nipples. When they're hard Jon says they're like chapel hat pegs. I have a nice firm, vapid belly with a pubic os that does mystify out a bit. In my pussy lips I have 2 little amber ring that Jon put in me. My button is very prominent and is usually sticking out between my rim. It's about an inch long with a little daily round capitulum. Jon sometimes calls it my niggling dick. I don't own any bra, knickers, trouser, leggings or shorts ; and 90 % of my skirts and dresses can be described as miniskirt or micro. I used to be a very shy girl, but I've now gone completely the early way, and get a enceinte thrill from letting other hoi polloi see my body.

I hope that's enough to satisfy the masses who asked.

Jon told me to halt writing my diary 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 adventures or incidents that we could invent 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 Journal. At maiden I was a bit annoyed about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that somebody thought our adventures were good enough to copy. I've started thinking that way as well.

Me on CD in Cuban capital

right, Jon had to go to Miami on business ( electronic computer software ). It was a bit of a hurry 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 business meeting and I was expecting to spend most of the time by hotel pools or on a beach ). Jon decided that I would wear just a coat 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 pelage and keep on it wide open. No fervor on the journeying ( it was benighted ), but Jon did get me to consecrate him a blowjob one-half way down the M40.

No problems going through the airport either, Jon got me to remove my snatch rings a few months ago so the metal detectors didn't have anything to bleep at.

After we'd taken off Jon opened his briefcase and gave me a petty software program. He told me to take it to the crapper and put it on. It contained one of my thin cotton plant mini-dresses and one of my remote control 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 behind Jon told me to take the coating off before I sat down. As I climbed over Jon to get to my seat ( middle one of three ) the fair sex on the other slope of my seat looked at me and I saw her eyebrows salary increase as I leaned over Jon. I guess that she'd noticed that the top of my garb was hanging down ( it's a bit sloppy, especially as I never fasten the top two buttons ) and she must consume seen my knocker. As I sat down I made sure that my dress wasn't between my pussy and the seat. 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 warm up when we land."I said that I hoped so, and got myself comfortable for the recollective flight.

It was about 30 moment before Jon gave me the first 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 decent 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 woman asked me if I was all right at the Saame clock 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 manage for you a lot."Oh, he's not my husband, he's my schoolmaster, and yes, he does care for me a lot."I replied."You mean ….."she started to say, but I interrupted her saying,"Yes, he is my Master, and I am his hard worker. I am his, I am devoted to him, and I obey his every dictation, without hesitation."“ Blimey !"she retorted."That's outlandish. Really freaky, I thought I was the favorable one with servants, but to have someone who's a, a submissive, your err. Master is a very lucky man. Do you do everything that everyone tells you ?"“ I obey only him."I said."Pity,"she said, looking at me with a funny but blue look on her face. She was staring at my legs and short wearing apparel."So if I were to ask you to do something for me, your overlord wouldn't let it ?"she said."I obey only my maestro,"I repeated,"I'm forbidden, to rival anyone else, or have anyone jot me unless my passkey William Tell me to it."

Just then Jon interrupted and asked me if I wanted a deglutition. 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 next top two and the bottom two buttons of my attire weren't fastened, Jon had undone them while I was dreaming about him fucking me on a gorgeous beach with about half a twelve citizenry watching us. There was then only four clit left fastened. If it hadn't been for the bottom in battlefront of me and the fact that I was in the middle rump of three, I would have had a tiddler problem of the great unwashed being able to see my bald pubes.

"I see that your master key likes to keep you set up for anything,"the fair sex 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 ‘ superior ’. It must bear been a overnice dreaming, you were obviously enjoying it."

My slit was quite wet, and Jon must induce heard the cleaning 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 remainder of the flight was quite uneventful - unless you call 2 orgasms as I pretended to watch the film eventful as Jon brought me slowly to, and over the brink twice. I'm sure that the adult female knew what was going on ; she kept giving me these strange, knowing smiles.

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

When we arrived at the Hotel it was slap-up, very big and posh, our elbow room was on the 15th level and had a great view 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 live on 24 hours.

Dominicus

Next morning, my birthday, Jon woke me up by playing with my kitty-cat for a spell then lifting my legs over his shoulders and ramming his putz hard into me. I'd woken-up while he'd been fingering me ( fantastic way to wake-up ), but I pretended to be asleep rightfield until he rammed into me. There's no way I could kip through that, and Jon knows that.

It was just a light, thin cotton fiber skirt and closely tube top for me to breakfast, and Jon's juice running down my legs and onto the eatery tooshie. The bird 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 leisurely to secernate cos I don't have any hair there.

After breakfast we went for a farseeing walk, it was dandy feeling the warmth of the sun. Jon had to go and play a business node in the afternoon so I spent it by the hotel pool. I wore a disgustful Weasel bikini that Jon got over the internet from Australia that's so humble that a dance orchestra Aid would handle more. The fabric is so tenuous that you can see the dissimilar colouring of my nipples and it hugs every contour of my offer and protruding clit.

The standard pressure round the pool was a bit stately 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 eating house for a big birthday dinner. standard candle, wine, the lot. I was wearing zero but a very small, white backless dress and shoe, the back of the clothes is so low cut that you can see the top of the cranny 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 wino and had to half impart me back to the hotel.

Monday

Jon was gone when I woke-up and I grabbed a bottleful of water and went out onto the balcony in my usual sopor attire - zilch. 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 quick nutrient place next door for some breakfast before going for a swimming in the hotel pool. I'd only gone back to the way to collect a towel, not to put anything else on, so I had the pleasure of swimming virtually bottomless. The situation seemed more relaxed and I flashed a duad of the waiters by lifting my knees up on the sun recliner as they walked towards me. One waiter even went round the pool and came back for a back expression. He adjusted the chairs and lounger near my feet so that he could get a longer flavor. To reward him I opened my legs 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 utilisation, and besides, I'd seen a overnice 6 multitude go in there and I wanted to tease him a bit. I took a pair of Jon's unlined running underdrawers and a crop top with me to fall apart. The short are way too big for me, so they leave my pussy well exposed when I open my legs. I managed to let a bit of fun and left the place with a couplet 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 easygoing sofa that we almost disappeared into. My bum was lower than my knees and as I never cross my peg, just about everyone who walked passed and looked could see my snatch. We got astonish service from the same waiter who stared at me by the kitty. Poor bloke, his trousers must have been real number uncomfortable that night.

Tues

Jon arranged for me to go on one of those sightseeing tour of duty. I suppose it was interesting, but a bit boring at prison term. By the end of it I was getting a bit fed-up with an old man who kept trying to get near me and touch my leg. I know it was my geological fault for letting him wait up my dame, I suppose I should give scared him off by saying,"come on then, get it out and screw me right here, you've been trying to for long enough,"loud enough for the others to hear, but I didn't.

When Jon came back to the hotel he told me that he'd got a bit of a trouble, the job there was going to acquire 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 program to a client there and they were having problems with their cyberspace connection and they weren't convinced that they'd manage to download it on fourth dimension. He'd arranged for me to pack a written matter over there just in case. I was a little spooky as I'd never flown on my own, nor been to a foreign country on my own. Jon told me that I didn't have to do much, just fly in, go over the route to the domestic airport and delay until about 2 pm when the Santiago escape got in. The customer would determine me. I'd give him a CD and then trip up the 3:40 pm flying back. When I asked Jon how the man would know which woman to go up he laughed and told me that there wouldn't be many slim, blond Andrew D. White girls there showing lots of form.

We had a quiet night in the hotel bar.

Midweek

Next morning we were up early. Jon told me to outwear one of my light, short cotton ‘ A'skirt and thin white halter-top. The annulus is a low slung one that relies on the size of it of my pelvic girdle and breadbasket to appease up. I did manage to lose it once when I really held my stomach in when I was in a attire 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, sunglasses and my Ben Wa Balls ( Jon's orders ).

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

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

The short-circuit flying was uneventful except for the vibrations of the plane bouncing Ben about a bit. It was a good job that I'd made sure that my skirt wasn't between my pussy and the seat.

It was still ahead of time when I got to capital of Cuba so I went to a collation bar and had a coffee before walking over to the house servant aerodrome. The master airport was quite courteous, but the domestic airport is a bit of a run-down dump. I wasn't looking forward to the foresightful wait.

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

The police sergeant kept me waiting for years before finally looking up at me. His side wasn't as good as the guard who had taken me there. He told me that there was a trouble with drug smuggling and that they'd had a 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 read that he had to check-out everything unusual and that a beautiful blonde female child, on her own, coming into the country was strange. He said that he would receive to gratify 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 research me. After being scared a bit by the safeguard pointing his gun at me I was a bit more slacken with the Nice sounding, apologetic police sergeant. When he said that he'd have to research me I have to acknowledge that I got a minuscule wind up and my nipples went hard. I could feel them pushing my top forward. He got up and walked stave to me and told me to put my hands on my head and spread my legs. He then ran his finger through my hair and then ran his mitt all over the rest of me, and I mean all over me. My mammilla tingled as he lingered on my breasts, and when he ran his hands up my left leg he stopped bushed when he realised that I wasn't wearing any knickers. He brought his deal up to his typeface and looked at my pussy juices on the English of his hand for a second before running his hand up my other leg. This time he lingered at my slit before putting the decoration of his hired man 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 society logo on it but the other only had the missive ‘ V'written on it."What's on this ?"the sergeant asked. I told him that I didn't know ( which was honest ), and after a few seconds staring at it, he put it in his PC and worked on the keyboard. All of a sudden his eye opened wider and then he said,"There's laws about pornography in this country, and you have just broken them."I hadn't a clew what he was talking about until he turned the monitor lizard troll so that I could see what he was looking at.

It was a video of me on our ‘ piece of tail machine ’. For any readers that haven't read part 6 of my journal, the ‘ fucking machine'is a machine that Jon got someone to ramp up in the back bedchamber, or ‘ punishment'room at home. My hands are tied above my headspring and the machine raises then lower me onto a dildo over and over again.

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

As I watched, the video ended and with a chink another TV started. This one was of me spread on the whipping-T with Jon administering a wellspring deserved, and gratefully received whipping. We watched Jon whipping my backside and snatch as I counted the strokes out loud. At 30 I could clearly get a line myself moaning with pleasure as I had a fantastic orgasm.

When that television ended the sergeant looked up at me and said,"Maybe I'd unspoiled search you a bit more thoroughly, take 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 upset so I took my manpower off my head teacher, un-tied and distant my top. My nipples were really punishing and tingling.

The sergeant stared at me for a while then got up and walked round the desk to me. He stood in strawman of me then started mauling my white meat. He kept pulling and rolling my nipple between his quarter round and finger. I had a real problem keeping from moaning with pleasure.

After a few minutes of this he stood back and said,"Now the doll !"What choice did I have ? My only rattling fear was that he might fuck me and present me some frightful disease. Jon doesn't get too upset if men ( or women ) force me to do thing just so long as I don't let them fuck me. Not that I would have had practically choice this sentence, 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 scatter my legs again. Of course of study I did. He then started to slide his handwriting all over my backside and slit. He spent a lot of time 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 globe."What's that in your cunt ?"he said.

I said,"Ben Wa formal,"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 flooring. When it didn't falling out he looked at me so I said,"solid steel."He picked it up and had both of them in one paw. He was rattling them about in his hand and obviously trying to turn 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 fourth dimension 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 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 hump me. I was getting fright. I could hear him doing something and it sounded like he was undoing his pant. I thought ‘ brace yourself girl ’.

The next thing I felt was a finger's breadth going into my ass. It waggled rhythm and pushed quite hard into me. Then it came out. A few seconds later I felt a pollex going into my ass and a digit going into my snatch. I was then lifted up by that manus. That hurt.

He moved me about a bit then pulled his deal out and secernate me to stand up and reverse and front him. I then had to disperse my stage again and put my men on my caput. He then went round to the desk and got out this lump of credit card with 2 metal stripe coming out of one end about 2 inches apart. At outset 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 social movement. He was saying something about not wanting womanhood like me in the res publica, but I wasn't really listening to him. Every clip the gimmick went over my breasts or scummy stomach I got a prickling in my mamilla and cunt. It wasn't from the twist ; it was just where it was being rubbed. I could finger my juice starting to run down the insides of my legs.

Then it happened, the device was on my flop mammilla when I got this incredibly strong pain all over. I've had the odd 240-volt shock by accident at home plate before, but this was ilk 100 of prison term stronger. My articulatio genus buckled and I screamed out in pain. Somehow I managed to stay on my feet, but I'm not surely how. After the initial hurting my mamilla was rock hard and hurting like hell. My kitty was responding too, I could palpate an climax coming on.

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

I looked at the serjeant-at-law and saw the smiling on his fount, and the bulge in his trousers.

The stun gun moved to my left nipple and I watched and waited. I think I saw his finger's breadth move a bit, and then I saw the gentle arc of electrical energy as it jumped from one prong, through my nipple then to the former prong. This clip 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 digest 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 min then came back with another guard.

The new guard duty had a beneficial look at me then explored my breasts and puss with his hands. When he touched my teat and clit I just about came again. My nips were punishing than they've ever been before.

The police 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 afford my legs again. By that prison term my puss was gaping out-of-doors and I could finger their breathing space inside my kettle of fish as they bent down for a close look.

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

It hit me. I've never screamed so loud and cum so hard. My clitoris 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 like hours. I vaguely call back seeing the big grin on the two men's faces.

Then it happened again. I thought that Jon's debacle had taken me to the boundary, but I was legal injury. I came over and over again. I was shattered.

The third clock time it happened I just felt a bit of pain then the following matter I knew I was waking-up in a heap 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 Lake Superior as they jumped when she shouted something at them.

The men grabbed my implements of war and dragged me out of the room and out into the open up air. My wrist joint were tied together and the rope was slung over a light beam at the side of the construction. I was pulled-up until my ft just touched the ground. Ropes were tied to my ankle joint and my peg were pulled apart.

I've spent many 60 minutes restrained in that position so I didn't need to try to support my system of weights on my substructure. I was too knackered anyway. You get used to being having little ancestry going to your hand, and your shoulders get used to the pain.

One of the men got a bucketful of H2O 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 house cadre there and that I'd have to remain 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 moment or so I started to take in where I was. I was at the side 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 metres from where I was and most of the passing people were looking over towards me. near just looked and kept walking, but a few stopped for a patch and had a goodness look.

After about an hour or so some stripling ( 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 nipple I winced, it was VERY attendant and still rock hard. His script pulled back for a second but soon came back, and had a good grope. The helping hand then went down to my pubes and he gave a slight smile as he held my bald pubic region. Only for a endorsement though because it soon went in between my legs and into my pussy. When he touched my clit I really winced and tried to draw in back. My clit still felt like a burning football.

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

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

A distich of hour 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 reach my pussy. He didn't appear to possess the common sense ( fortunately ) to agnize that he'd have to have something to stick out on to get eminent enough.

After a few arcminute 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 miss the chance to have a good grope. He was a bit surprised too when he pushed a digit into me and found Ben, but that didn't stop him bringing me close to cumming them then leaving me frustrated.

By the metre the guards finally untied me I was getting a minuscule sun-burned. They gave me my apparel and told me to put them on. It was a bit unmanageable because my arms and hands were numb from having hung by my articulatio radiocarpea for hours.

Eventually I managed it and they ‘ escorted'me to the international drome and to the check-in. walk was painful as my clit was still very swollen-headed and sore. After I'd checked-in they saw me through passport ascendance then left me. I checked my handbag ; everything was there except for the CD with the video on. I guess that it ( and transcript of it ) will be doing the rhythm in Cuba now.

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

When I got back to the hotel Jon was waiting in response for me. He knew something was wrong because he'd had a phone birdcall from his node. When he'd been unable to find me he'd asked around and heard that a blond, white girl 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 ‘ equipment casualty ’. He assured me that my pap 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 take a ‘ cool'bath - which didn't help - apart from feeling clean again.

It was lately ( ish ) that night when Jon took me to a restaurant with me wearing just my red meshing apparel and high heels. It was a in effect job that I don't weary underclothes as they would have been quite obvious. Wearing goose egg under it looks a lot more obvious. We got lots of aid from the waiters but I was too wear upon to enjoy it.

Th

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

There was a bang on the room access 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 Hades !'I thought and opened the door in the nude sculpture. The feeling on the waiter'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 doorway all-encompassing open.

A young couple walked by and the man got quite a surprisal 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 waistline 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 lavatory room access watching with a big grinning on his face. The waiter hadn't even seen him.

After breakfast Jon told me that he'd just got one more day's employment before we'd have to go abode. I didn't want to be out in the sun all day because I was still a piddling red from ‘ hanging around'the premature day, so Jon told me I could go shopping.

Before he left me for the day, Jon inspected my nipples and button again. They were still swollen and tingling. He told me to wear something easy over my pap and hold on 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 nearest mall that had lots of wearing apparel 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 great store, and just about everything I saw was cheaper than in the UK.

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

Next I went into a boutique and selected three wench to try on. All three were low-slung, the eccentric that you can easily adjust the ‘ shank'so that they feel as if they are about to fall down any 2nd. Of course I had to take my dress off to try the annulus on and the changing cubicle didn't have a mirror in it. It looked as if it did at one meter because there were screws that looked as if they'd held a mirror in space 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 take when she saw me, but carried no serving someone else.

When she'd finished serving that fair sex she came over to me and asked if I wanted any help. I asked her if she though the skirt looked safe on me and watched her eyes as she said it looked not bad. Her eyes never even looked at the annulus ; they were glued to my swollen pap. I have to admit, my mamilla are big ( not like the rest of my tits ) at the best of times, but they were like Jon's thumb remainder after the stun gun.

I turned away from her and she stopped daydreaming. She started to say something about me not being out in the primary shop area topless, but I ignored her and I told her that I'd go and try one of the other dame on. She asked if I'd like any help. After a quick thinking I said,"Yes"and she followed me into the cubicle. Before she's closed the pall I dropped the doll 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 indorsement before asking her to elapse me one of the early skirt. She woke-up again, said sorry, and got one for me. To break the silence 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 reveal a nicely trimmed George H.W. Bush."a great deal nicer being free isn't it ?"she said."Absolutely"I replied.

I gave her the doll back and asked her to put in on me for me, she seemed a little surprised, but unfastened it and bent down holding it open air for me to step into it. As I did she saw my swollen 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 legs were in she slit the wench up to my hips. The wench fastened at the forepart and her soft entitle hands felt honorable on my stomach as she slowly fastened it. I slid it down onto my hip 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 height on a rack.

The girl followed me and watched as I smoothed the textile 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 articulatio coxae again."Oops !"I said as the skirt slid too far down my rosehip and down to the floor. Needless to say I didn't upsurge after it, in fact I looked over at the man and the girlfriend to wee trusted that they were looking before I stepped out of it and bent-grass ( at the waist ) to pick it up. The man got a great thought of my puss and I felt a bit of a rush of juice as I looked between my legs to watch him watching me.

I picked the chick up and walked back into the cubicle, and turned to keep an eye on the girl following me, and the man staring at me.

I tried-on the third skirt with the missy 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 attire on.

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

From there I went for a coffee at a café in open orbit of mall. I sat there decent next to where hatful of people were walking towards me. I never cross my legs, but with my painful swollen clit I needed to impart it mass of room so that it didn't scathe more. I noticed one old man go round three times to get to see more than. When I saw him coming the third prison term 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 ache and maybe get a few wet patched on the front of their pant.

I know, I'm a real vamp.

I spotted one man following me up a couple of times ; he had this bag that had yearn handgrip 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 progress to his efforts worthwhile. I timed it so that I was right in front end of him as we got onto the escalator then stood with my ft about a foot apart. Half way up I lifted my give foot up a step and leaned forward to rub my foot. I looked back down my side and saw the bag virtually in between my stage. I saw a red light in the bag as well.

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

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

I was dying for a good ass so I got a taxicab back to the hotel and went up to our elbow room to await for Jon. Fortunately I didn't have to wait long and Jon was just as sharp to have me on the balcony as I was to have 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 tit and clit again. They were still swollen and throbbing. Jon then took me out onto the balcony and had me as I looked down onto the swimming pool area. After he shot his load into me and gone voiced, he pulled out and slapped my bottom.

We went down for breakfast with me in a petty halter-top and short skirt 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 exchange into what is basically 3 rectangles of material. The one that goes over my bosom is held with 2 cords, one unit of ammunition my neck and the early round my body, a bit like a Bikini top, but totally indispose. The other 2 rectangles breed my bum and pussycat. A electric cord goes round my rosehip to confine them in topographic point. When Jon got me to make it he got me to include a detachable cord that goes in between my legs to the butt of the rectangles. It's to stop the front or back blowing right up. As it turned out that corduroy stopped a few people seeing my bum and cunt 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 Roman mile or so Jon saw a shop selling matter for the beach. He went in and got us some flippers, masque 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 water was cold at number one, 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 au naturel is a spirit 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 party, spent quite a recollective time getting close to me and swimming round and under me that I decided to look to see what he could see. Imagine my surprise when I realised that all 3 rectangles had gone. Apart from the mask and flippers I was naked. I swam over to Jon and asked him if he knew. He told me that I'd been like that for historic period, but he wasn't going to say 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 problem of getting out of the water and back to the hotel. I asked Jon if I could borrow his shorts and shirt but he said"no."

Jon got out of the water and was getting dry while I stayed in waiting for affair to get a bit quieter. Eventually I decided that I'd have to make believe a move. There was this nice hunk walking down the body of water edge on his own. I stood up and walked straight passed him to Jon. His face was a painting. Jon was just amused by it.

I dried myself and wrapped one of the towels round myself. It was way too small and wouldn't tie properly. It only just covered my bum and pussy. Anyone walking passed me on my left would be able to see that I was naked under it. And with me not being able to tie it there was a outstanding danger that it would fall down anyway.

Jon decided to get a taxicab back to the hotel and the driver had a good look as I got in. At the hotel the ostiary got a substantial eyeful when he opened my room access. In the face lift Jon took the towel off me and gave me the flipper to carry. I had to walk all along the corridor to our room totally au naturel except for 2 pairs of flipper. A middle-aged pair looked really surprised when they came out of their room right hand in front of me.

We were on an evening flight back to the UK so after a shower Jon told me to get us packed. Jon left me in reception while he went and bought something. When he came back with nothing I asked him what he'd bought. It was a stun gun and he'd posted it to himself. He reckoned that it stood a in force opportunity of getting though in the Wiley 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 carry Ben in my bag. No metal sensing element problems. Once we cleared security I had to put them in. I was pleased because the low vibrations of the flight celebrate me excited.

The flight was nearly empty and we settled in a window seat. After some solid food and beverage I leaned over and dozed off with my school principal on Jon's lap. When I woke-up I had a blanket over me, Jon told me that he'd got a stewardess, sorry cabin crew mortal, to get one for me. It was so quiet down, and Ben had been at work, so I got Jon's dick out and filled my mouth.

After a brace of minutes Jon decided that we should reincarnate our rank of the mile luxuriously gild. I don't think that anyone saw us go into the stool but as we were walking back to our rump a hostess walked passed us and gave me that ‘ knowing smiling ’. In the toilet Jon lifted me up straight away and opened my pegleg. Before I knew it he was pushing his dick into me. trouble was he'd forget that I was wearing Ben. He didn't hurt himself and quickly put his finger in and got them out. The surprise hadn't cooled him down and he came quite quickly.

The seat was quite wet by the sentence we landed at Heathrow.

It was the Billy Sunday before my nips and clit were back down to their normal size and the stun gun arrived the following Wed. Jon keeps it on display in the punishment elbow room. He hasn't used it on me yet, he's teasing me because he knows that I'll enjoy it. Each time he mentions it he checks my kitty-cat and finds that I've got a bit wetting agent.

That was my first experience of USA ( and Cuba ) ; I hope Jon takes me back there soon. I also hope that Jon gets me to save about to a greater extent of our escapade soon ; it's skillful remembering them and getting excited as I write all the details.

Love

Vanessa