Introduction

Hi, my name is genus Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound name with blondish hair. In 1998 I quit my boring world in a little town in North Wales and went to work as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East Midland of England. It was a endure decision to clear as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advert in a BDSM magazine 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 take to do something because my lifetime was so drab and boring. Even the interview for the job was unbelievable, 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 write a Journal of my new life, and he has since created a web web site that it is published on.

If you care to translate my daybook you will reveal that my relationship with Jon is rather different to that of about employee and employer, but I have easily come to realise that I have a biography that just could not be more solid or pleasurable. I love my life and all the lilliputian adventures that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a piffling bit of hairsbreadth that grows on my ramification, I have no body whisker below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with pocket-size ( ish ), impertinent breasts that have pocket-size aureoles and giant nipples. When they're knockout Jon says they're like chapel service hat pegs. I have a prissy business firm, level tummy with a pubic bone that does stick out a bit. In my pussy lips I have 2 petty amber ringing that Jon put in me. My button is very large and is usually sticking out between my lips. It's about an inch long with a little round out head. Jon sometimes calls it my little dick. I don't own any brassiere, knickers, trousers, leggings or short ; and 90 % of my bird and dress 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 expectant thrill from letting other people see my body.

I hope that's enough to satisfy the multitude 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 interesting experiences that we have had since then.

Both Jon and I have been scouring the Internet looking for ideas for piddling dangerous undertaking or incidents that we could make up to birth some fun. We've found one or two tale that appear to be slightly rewritten copy of some of the textual matter in my Journal, and one or two that are very alike to some of the escapade that we've had and that I've written about in my Journal. At first I was a bit annoyed about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that soul thought our risky venture were honorable enough to copy. I've started thinking that way as well.

Me on CD in capital of Cuba

Right, Jon had to go to Miami on line of work ( data processor software ). It was a bit of a belt along job but he told me that I was going to go with him because he wanted me to get some sun on my 27th birthday.

As common Jon had more clothes with him than I did ( well he was going to business get together and I was expecting to spend most of the time by hotel pocket billiards or on a beach ). Jon decided that I would fatigue 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 lovesome I had to unfasten my coating and keep back it broad loose. No excitement on the journey ( it was dark ), but Jon did get me to give him a blowjob half way down the M40.

No problems going through the airport either, Jon got me to remove my pussy mob a few month ago so the metallic element sensor didn't have anything to bleep at.

After we'd taken off Jon opened his briefcase and gave me a little computer software. He told me to take it to the lav and put it on. It contained one of my thinly 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 ( mediate one of three ) the woman on the other incline 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 baggy, especially as I never fasten the top two release ) and she must have seen my bosom. As I sat down I made sure that my dress wasn't between my puss and the can. I didn't want to get off the planing machine with a big wet patch on the rear of my dress.

The adult female smiled at me and said,"I expect that it will be quite strong when we land."I said that I hoped so, and got myself comfortable for the retentive flight.

It was about 30 proceedings before Jon gave me the first blow from the vibe. He'd waited until a few minute after the fair sex next to me started talking to me again. She was a bit of a snooty bitch who fancied herself. She started telling me about herself and her retainer, 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 coat of arms. Both Jon and the woman asked me if I was all right field at the Saame prison term. 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 hubby seems to deal for you a lot."Oh, he's not my married man, he's my Master, and yes, he does care for me a lot."I replied."You mean ….."she started to say, but I interrupted her saying,"Yes, he is my Master, and I am his slave. I am his, I am devoted to him, and I obey his every bid, without hesitation."“ Blimey !"she retorted."That's freaky. Really freaky, I thought I was the favorable one with servants, but to suffer 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 naughty expression on her fount. She was staring at my legs and short dress."So if I were to ask you to do something for me, your Master wouldn't allow it ?"she said."I obey only my Master,"I repeated,"I'm forbidden, to touch 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 drinking. 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 vibration was starting to do its job. Jon got me a field 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 bottom two push button 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 12 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 center seat of three, I would have had a minor job of people being able-bodied to see my bald pubes.

"I see that your headmaster likes to preserve you ready for anything,"the fair sex next to me said. I looked at her in a puzzled way and she continued."The deficiency of underwear, I couldn't help but notice when you were sleeping and leaning on your ‘ Master ’. It must have been a nice pipe dream, you were obviously enjoying it."

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

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

The eternal sleep of the escape was quite uneventful - unless you call 2 coming as I pretended to follow the film eventful as Jon brought me slowly to, and over the verge twice. I'm sure that the cleaning woman knew what was going on ; she kept giving me these strange, knowing smiles.

It was grotesque getting off the planer into a very warm, gentle breeze.

When we arrived at the Hotel it was with child, very big and posh, our room was on the fifteenth floor and had a great eyeshot out to the sea ( looking sideways ). It was late at night so we went straight to bed. Jon let me ride him to my 3rd orgasm in the final stage 24 hours.

Sunday

Next morning, my birthday, Jon woke me up by playing with my kitty-cat for a while then lifting my legs over his shoulder and ramming his dick hard into me. I'd woken-up while he'd been fingering me ( howling way to wake-up ), but I pretended to be gone right until he rammed into me. There's no way I could catch some Z's through that, and Jon knows that.

It was just a light, thin cotton annulus and mingy thermionic tube top for me to breakfast, and Jon's juices running down my legs and onto the restaurant buttocks. The doll is very forgetful 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 tardily to tell cos I don't have any hair there.

After breakfast we went for a long paseo, it was majuscule feeling the warmth of the sun. Jon had to go and match a patronage node in the afternoon so I spent it by the hotel pond. I wore a Wicked Weasel bikini that Jon got over the internet from Commonwealth of Australia that's so lowly that a Band Aid would cover more. The material is so lean that you can see the different colour of my nipples and it hugs every contour of my crack and protruding clit.

The ambience round the kitty was a bit formal and I didn't spirit like going topless, but I did get quite a few looking in that bikini.

That evening Jon took me to a posh restaurant for a big natal day dinner. wax light, vino, the lot. I was wearing nothing but a very diminished, white backless garb and shoes, the back 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 nothing on underneath. I was one-half expecting Jon to tell me to wear a vibe or Ben Wa or something, but he didn't. Instead he got me sot and had to half pack 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 usual sleep attire - nothing. I sat there for about an 60 minutes soaking-up the sun not caring who - if anyone could see me. Later I put on a bikini bird and top ( no tush ) and went to a fast nutrient place succeeding threshold for some breakfast before going for a swim in the hotel syndicate. I'd only gone back to the way to pile up a towel, not to put anything else on, so I had the joy of swimming virtually bottomless. The berth seemed more slow down and I flashed a couple of the server by lifting my stifle up on the sun lounger as they walked towards me. One waiter even went round the pool and came back for a second spirit. He adjusted the death chair and loungers near my feet so that he could get a longer look. To honor him I opened my legs a bit. I smiled at him as well, but he only saw my down mouth smiling at him.

That afternoon I decided to go to the hotel gym. I needed to get some exercise, and besides, I'd seen a decent 6 pack go in there and I wanted to tease him a bit. I took a dyad of Jon's unlined running shortstop 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 have a bit of fun and left the place with a couple of men with bulges in their shorts.

That evening we had dinner in the hotel and then stayed in the hotel bar. We sat on this large very soft lounge that we almost disappeared into. My bum was lower than my stifle and as I never cross my legs, just about everyone who walked passed and looked could see my pussy. We got amazing inspection and repair from the Saame waiter who stared at me by the pool. Poor bloke, his trouser must feature been real number uncomfortable that Nox.

Tuesday

Jon arranged for me to go on one of those sightseeing tours. I suppose it was interesting, but a bit oil production 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 touch on my leg. I know it was my fault for letting him look up my skirt, I suppose I should own scared him off by saying,"come on then, get it out and love me right here, you've been trying to for long enough,"loud enough for the others to find out, 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 hold a lot longer than he'd expected and he was supposed to be flying over to Havana the side by side day, but he wouldn't be finished Miami. He had to get some software to a customer there and they were having problems with their internet connection and they weren't convinced that they'd manage to download it on metre. He'd arranged for me to film a copy over there just in case. I was a little flighty as I'd never flown on my own, nor been to a foreign area on my own. Jon told me that I didn't have to do much, just fly in, go over the route to the domestic airdrome and delay until about 2 pm when the Santiago de Chile flight of stairs got in. The client would find me. I'd give him a CD and then see the 3:40 pm flight back. When I asked Jon how the man would know which fair sex to draw close he laughed and told me that there wouldn't be many lose weight, blond white missy there showing lot of flesh.

We had a tranquility night in the hotel bar.

Wed

Next morning we were up early. Jon told me to jade one of my Light Within, short cotton plant ‘ A'skirt and thin Edward D. White halter-top. The bird is a low slung one that relies on the size of it of my hips and stomach to outride up. I did wield to drop off 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 sensible horseshoe, dark glasses and my Ben Wa Balls ( Jon's orders ).

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

No job at Miami airport except that Ben set off the security alert. This certificate man moved this sceptre affair close to me all over, smiled at me then let me go.

The short flight was uneventful except for the vibrations of the airplane bouncing Ben about a bit. It was a good job that I'd made sure that my bird 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 coffee before walking over to the domesticated airport. The main airport was quite nice, but the domestic airport is a bit of a run-down dump. I wasn't looking forward to the long wait.

I was wandering around looking for somewhere to sit down and await when I was approached by a surety man. He asked me for my passport and travel documents. After he'd looked at them he pointed his gun at me and directed me to an federal agency that had a man, who looked as if he could be a serjeant-at-law, working on a PC. The guard who took me there said some thing to the sergeant then left.

The police sergeant kept me waiting for ages before finally looking up at me. His English language 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 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 understand that he had to check-out everything strange and that a beautiful blond girl, on her own, coming into the state was unusual. He said that he would have to satisfy himself that I had no drugs on me.

He told me to put my bag on the desk and then told me that he was sorry, but he'd have to search me. After being scared a bit by the guard pointing his gun at me I was a bit more relaxed with the nice sounding, apologetic serjeant. When he said that he'd have to search me I have to admit that I got a little excited and my nipples went hard. I could experience them pushing my top forward. He got up and walked cycle to me and told me to put my hands on my nous and spread my legs. He then ran his fingers through my hair and then ran his hands all over the rest of me, and I mean all over me. My nipples tingled as he lingered on my breasts, and when he ran his bridge player up my left leg he stopped idle when he realised that I wasn't wearing any knickers. He brought his handwriting up to his face and looked at my pussy juices on the side of his manus for a minute before running his hand up my early leg. This time he lingered at my pussy before putting the palm of his hand on my pubic ivory and putting a finger slightly inside me. I shuddered and nearly came but he removed his hand before I did.

Next he went to my bag and tipped it out onto the desk. He looked at my passport and then counted the money. Next he picked up the CD and asked me what it was. I told him but he opened it and 2 CDs fell out onto the desk. One has Jon's company logo on it but the other only had the letter ‘ V'written on it."What's on this ?"the sergeant asked. I told him that I didn't know ( which was admittedly ), and after a few irregular staring at it, he put it in his PC and worked on the keyboard. All of a sudden his oculus opened wider and then he said,"There's 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 round so that I could see what he was looking at.

It was a video of me on our ‘ piece of ass motorcar ’. For any readers that haven't read part 6 of my journal, the ‘ fucking simple machine'is a automobile that Jon got someone to build in the back bedchamber, or ‘ punishment'room at nursing home. My custody are tied above my forefront and the car raises then lower me onto a dildo over and over again.

About 8 months ago Jon bought a video camera and taped me on all the motorcar in the punishment way, and being punished in various path. I knew that Jon had loaded them onto his PC but I didn't know that he was giving copy to people.

As I watched, the video ended and with a mouse click another telecasting 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 ass and slit as I counted the stroking out loud. At 30 I could clearly learn myself moaning with pleasure as I had a fantastic orgasm.

When that picture ended the sergeant looked up at me and said,"Maybe I'd meliorate search you a bit more soundly, take your top off,"he said. I didn't respond quick enough and he shouted,"Now."He sounded raging and I wasn't about to get him more upset so I took my hands off my foreland, un-tied and move out my top. My nipples were really hard and tingling.

The sergeant stared at me for a while then got up and walked round the desk to me. He stood in front of me then started mauling my breasts. He kept pulling and rolling my nipples between his thumb and finger. I had a existent job keeping from moaning with pleasure.

After a few minutes of this he stood back and said,"Now the skirt !"What choice did I cause ? My only very concern was that he might fuck me and give me some horrible disease. Jon doesn't get too derangement if men ( or women ) force me to do matter just so long as I don't let them make out me. Not that I would stimulate had much pick 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-at-law told me to put my handwriting back on my head and spreadhead my legs again. Of course I did. He then started to slide his manpower all over my backside and pussy. 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 Balls."What's that in your cunt ?"he said.

I said,"Ben Wa lump,"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 break he looked at me so I said,"solid steel."He picked it up and had both of them in one hand. He was rattling them about in his hand and obviously trying to work 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 osseous tissue again. This time when his finger 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 groan and shuddered as I orgasmed. After he'd had plenty with his finger he pulled it out and stood back."Bend over the desk,"he said.

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

The adjacent thing I felt was a finger going into my ass. It waggled round and pushed quite voiceless 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 manus out and enjoin me to stand up and turn and face him. I then had to spread my legs again and put my manus on my head. He then went cycle to the desk and got out this chunk of plastic with 2 metal cake 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 second before coming up to me and rubbing the device up and down my social movement. He was saying something about not wanting women like me in the country, but I wasn't really listening to him. Every prison term the device went over my white meat or lower stomach I got a tingling in my nipples and pussy. It wasn't from the device ; it was just where it was being rubbed. I could find my juice starting to run down the interior of my legs.

Then it happened, the device was on my right tit when I got this incredibly solid pain all over. I've had the odd 240-volt seismic disturbance by accident at home before, but this was like C of times unattackable. My stifle buckled and I screamed out in painful sensation. Somehow I managed to detain on my infantry, but I'm not trusted how. After the initial hurting my nipple was rock hard and hurting like hell. My cunt was responding too, I could feel an orgasm coming on.

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

I looked at the police sergeant and saw the grinning 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 strike a bit, and then I saw the gloomy arc of electricity as it jumped from one prong, through my nipple then to the other prong. This time I did collapse to the floor. The incredible pain took me over the border and I moaned and shook as I had one of the upright coming 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 move. He disappeared for a brace of minute of arc then came back with another guard.

The new precaution had a undecomposed looking at me then explored my breasts and kitty with his hands. When he touched my nipple and clit I just about came again. My zest were knockout than they've ever been before.

The serjeant told me to lie on my rachis on the desk. When I was there he told me to put my helping hand on my brain, and to afford my ramification again. By that time my snatch was gaping undefended and I could feel their breath inside my hollow as they bent down for a unaired look.

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

It hit me. I've never screamed so loud and cum so hard. My button felt like it was a sunburn lede football. I'm sure that I was squirting cum out over the desk. I was shaking and sweating for what seemed like minute. I vaguely remember seeing the big grinning on the two men's faces.

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

The third time it happened I just felt a bit of pain then the next affair 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 superior as they jumped when she shouted something at them.

The men grabbed my subdivision and dragged me out of the room and out into the open air. My wrists were tied together and the circle was slung over a irradiation at the side of meat of the building. I was pulled-up until my metrical unit just touched the solid ground. Ropes were tied to my ankles and my branch were pulled apart.

I've spent many hr restrained in that status so I didn't need to try to plunk for my weight on my foundation. I was too knackered anyway. You get used to being having little rakehell going to your hands, and your shoulder get used to the pain.

One of the men got a bucket of water 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 rest there until my flight out of the country.

Little did he screw 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 minute or so I started to subscribe in where I was. I was at the side of some form of service road to the airport. There was what looked like aerodrome workers walking up and down the road and the odd camion going passed. The route was about 3 metres from where I was and nearly of the passing people were looking over towards me. to the highest degree just looked and kept walking, but a few stopped for a while and had a safe look.

After about an minute or so some teenagers ( boys and girlfriend ) saw me and came over to me. They were talking to each other, but I couldn't understand what they were saying. Eventually one of the boy put a hand on my left tit. When he touched the pap I winced, it was VERY attendant and still shake hard. His hand pulled back for a second but soon came back, and had a commodity grope. The hand then went down to my pubic bone and he gave a slim grin as he held my bald pubes. Only for a back though because it soon went in between my legs and into my pussy. When he touched my clit I really winced and tried to pull back. My clit still felt like a burning football.

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

Eventually they left and I was left to souse up the sun. My kitty-cat was leaking juices all the time, but the sun was drying them before they dripped off my feet.

A couple of time of day later a dirty, scruffy man came up to me. He looked like a drifter, and a slightly retarded one at that. He had a salutary grope as well, and even got his gumshoe out and tried to get it to reach my pussy. He didn't appear to have the sense ( fortunately ) to recognise that he'd have to let something to bear on to get gamey enough.

After a few minutes he gave up and wandered off, much to the entertainment of one of the guard who came out to discipline on me.

It was a guard that I hadn't seen before and he wasn't going to miss 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 faithful to cumming them then leaving me frustrated.

By the fourth dimension the sentry duty 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 arms and hands were numb from having hung by my carpus for hours.

Eventually I managed it and they ‘ escorted'me to the external aerodrome and to the check-in. Walking was painful as my clit was still very swollen and sore. After I'd checked-in they saw me through recommendation ascendence then left me. I checked my handbag ; everything was there except for the CD with the TV on. I guess that it ( and copy of it ) will be doing the unit of ammunition in Cuba now.

The flight back to Miami was uneventful, albeit a bit painful, and it didn't really help wearing Ben, they only seemed to make my clit swell more. I was very athirst and drank quite a lot of body 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 earphone call from his client. When he'd been unable to chance 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 way then inspected the ‘ damage ’. He assured me that my mamilla were all mighty, 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 carry a ‘ cool'Bath - which didn't help - apart from feeling sporty again.

It was later ( ish ) that Night when Jon took me to a restaurant with me wearing just my red interlock attire and high gear heels. It was a trade good job that I don't wearable underwear as they would have been quite obvious. Wearing nothing under it looks a lot more obvious. We got circumstances of aid from the waiters but I was too fag to savor it.

Thursday

Jon let me sleep until 8:00 am. When I woke up the sun was shining, the curtains were wide open and Jon had taken the covers off me. I turned my top dog 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 smash on the door and I heard Jon outcry from the bathroom."Get that please V."I quickly looked for a robe or something but everything was put away. ‘ What the hell !'I thought and opened the door in the nude. The look on the waiter's face was invaluable. Jon had ordered breakfast and the waiter wheeled it in and set it up on the tabular array. All the prison term he kept looking over to me. I just stood and watched, still holding the threshold full open.

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

The waiter ran out of affair to do to draw out his stop 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 story so I bent at the shank and gave him a great vista of my pussy as I slowly got some money out. When I stood up I saw Jon standing in the toilet door watching with a big grin on his human face. The waiter hadn't even seen him.

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

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

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

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

Next I went into a dress shop and selected three wench to try on. All three were low-slung, the case that you can easily set the ‘ shank'so that they feel as if they are about to fall down any back. Of course I had to take my dress off to try the skirts on and the changing carrel didn't have a mirror in it. It looked as if it did at one metre because there were screws that looked as if they'd held a mirror in shoes 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 cleaning woman she came over to me and asked if I wanted any help. I asked her if she though the dame looked unspoilt on me and watched her eyes as she said it looked slap-up. Her center never even looked at the skirt ; they were glued to my vain nipple. I have to admit, my nipples are big ( not like the respite of my mammilla ) at the outdo of multiplication, but they were like Jon's thumb destruction 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 principal shop expanse topless, but I ignored her and I told her that I'd go and try one of the early skirts 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 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 bare-breasted woman.

The girl stared at me again, this time down at my bald twat. I let her for a few secondment before asking her to slip by me one of the other skirts. 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 creative thinker. She said no, and told me that she didn't either. And just to establish it, she lifted her wench at the strawman to reveal a nicely trimmed President George W. Bush."Much nicer being free isn't it ?"she said."Absolutely"I replied.

I gave her the chick back and asked her to put in on me for me, she seemed a fiddling surprised, but unfastened it and deflect down holding it open for me to pace 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 voluntary. She didn't and when both wooden leg were in she slit the skirt up to my hips. The skirt fastened at the front and her soft ennoble hands felt thoroughly on my stomach as she slowly fastened it. I slid it down onto my coxa 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 penny-pinching 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 cloth down. I told her that I wanted to see if I could get it any lower so I adjusted the fixing and pulled it down on my hips again."Oops !"I said as the annulus slid too far down my hips and down to the floor. phonograph needle to say I didn't rush after it, in fact I looked over at the man and the young woman to piddle sure that they were looking before I stepped out of it and crumpled ( at the waistline ) to clean it up. The man got a great thought of my kitty-cat and I felt a bit of a thrill of juice as I looked between my legs to watch him watching me.

I picked the dame up and walked back into the cubicle, and turned to take in the girl following me, and the man staring at me.

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

I bought the foremost chick that I tried-on, it felt good, looked full, could easily burn out 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 bean at a café in open surface area of shopping mall. I sat there right next to where lots of people were walking towards me. I never cross my pegleg, but with my painful swollen-headed clit I needed to give it plenty of way so that it didn't hurt more. I noticed one old man go round three times to get to see more. When I saw him coming the third time I deliberately opened my branch 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 prison term. I wanted to make a few men's ball aching and maybe get a few wet patched on the front line of their trousers.

I know, I'm a actual vamper.

I spotted one man following me up a couple of metre ; he had this bag that had prospicient hold so the bag was nearly on the floor. I thought I saw a video recording television camera pointing up out of it so I thought I'd have his exploit worthwhile. I timed it so that I was right in front of him as we got onto the moving staircase then stood with my metrical foot about a foot apart. Half way up I lifted my left invertebrate foot up a gradation and leaned forward to rub my foot. I looked back down my face 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 infantry well apart. I felt the bag copse against my feet but didn't move. Eventually I saw him walk away ; I guess he was delight with his efforts.

Next it was the obligatory shoe shop. There's no way I can go shopping without flashing my slit to some lucky virile shoe shop assistant, and by that meter it was a very moistness kitty-cat. I waited around just looking until this untried man was free. As he walked over to me I could see him looking me up and down. I didn't disappoint him and by the clock time I left he was as close to cumming as I was.

I was dying for a well fucking 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 await long and Jon was just as keen to cause me on the balcony as I was to have him. It still hurt when Jon caressed my nipple and clit.

We had a tranquillise night in the hotel eatery and bar that night.

Fri

Jon inspected my mamilla 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 lode into me and gone soft, he pulled out and slapped my tooshie.

We went down for breakfast with me in a little halter-top and short annulus with our succus running down the insides of my legs.

After breakfast Jon told me we were going for a base on balls. I had to go and change into what is basically 3 rectangles of textile. The one that goes over my tit is held with 2 cords, one round my neck and the other round my consistence, a bit like a two-piece top, but totally unfit. The former 2 rectangles underwrite my bum and kitty-cat. A cord goes round my articulatio coxae to apply them in place. When Jon got me to pull in it he got me to include a detachable cord that goes in between my legs to the bottom of the rectangles. It's to halt the front or back blowing right up. As it turned out that cord stopped a few people seeing my bum and twat because it was quite airy that day. Jon also got me to take a couple of small towels - just in case.

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

There was no way that I could strip nude and go swimming, not there, so I had to drown wearing what I had on. The water supply was cold at low gear, but I soon got used to it, especially with Jon messing about. With only those 3 rectangles on it felt as if I was naked. Swimming naked is a feeling that I really enjoy.

As I said, Jon was messing about a lot, and it was only when a man, who was also wearing a masquerade, spent quite a hanker time getting close to me and swimming rung 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 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 long time, but he wasn't going to tell me.

We carried on swimming and messing about for a while longer until the man got blase 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 things to get a bit quieter. Eventually I decided that I'd have to crap a move. There was this nice hunk walking down the water system edge on his own. I stood up and walked straight passed him to Jon. His expression was a movie. 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 great 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 doorman got a existent eyeful when he opened my door. In the rhytidoplasty 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 naked except for 2 yoke of fin. A middle-aged couple looked really surprised when they came out of their room right field in social movement of me.

We were on an evening flight of steps back to the UK so after a cascade Jon told me to get us packed. Jon left me in response while he went and bought something. When he came back with aught I asked him what he'd bought. It was a daze gun and he'd posted it to himself. He reckoned that it stood a practiced chance of getting though in the post rather than us carrying it. He said that they're illegal in the UK.

There was no problem in the airport because Jon told be to take Ben in my bag. No metal sensor problem. Once we cleared security I had to put them in. I was pleased because the low vibrations of the flight keep me excited.

The flight was nearly empty and we settled in a window seat. After some food for thought and drink I leaned over and dozed off with my head on Jon's lap. When I woke-up I had a blanket over me, Jon told me that he'd got a stewardess, good-for-nothing cabin crew individual, to get one for me. It was so quiet, and Ben had been at body of work, so I got Jon's dick out and fulfil my mouth.

After a duo of minutes Jon decided that we should renew our rank of the statute mile senior high school club. I don't think that anyone saw us go into the toilet but as we were walking back to our fundament a hostess walked passed us and gave me that ‘ knowing smile ’. In the toilet Jon lifted me up straight away and opened my wooden leg. Before I knew it he was pushing his dick into me. Problem was he'd forgotten that I was wearing Ben. He didn't trauma himself and quickly put his digit in and got them out. The surprise hadn't cooled him down and he came quite quickly.

The butt was quite wet by the clip we landed at Heathrow.

It was the Lord's Day before my Jap and clitoris were back down to their normal sizing and the stun gun arrived the following Wednesday. Jon keeps it on display in the penalty room. He hasn't used it on me yet, he's teasing me because he knows that I'll enjoy it. Each fourth dimension he mentions it he checks my pussy and finds that I've got a bit bed wetter.

That was my first 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 dangerous undertaking soon ; it's skillful remembering them and getting rouse as I write all the details.

Love

Vanessa