Introduction

Hi, my name is Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound name with blondish pilus. In 1998 I quit my boring existence in a small townspeople in North Wales and went to sour as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East Midlands of England. It was a brave decision to establish as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advert in a BDSM cartridge holder that someone had left in the styler where I worked. I didn't really love what I was letting myself in for, but I really did need to do something because my lifespan was so gloomy and oil production. Even the consultation for the job was unbelievable, but I was so dire to interchange my aliveness 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 spell a diary of my new aliveness, and he has since created a web internet site that it is published on.

If you care to record my Journal you will find out that my relationship with Jon is rather dissimilar to that of most employee and employer, but I have easily come to realise that I have a life that just could not be more fulfil or pleasurable. I love my life sentence and all the little adventures that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a little bit of hair that grows on my peg, I have no body hair below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with small ( ish ), pert breasts that have minor aureoles and elephantine pap. When they're severely Jon says they're like chapel hat stick. I have a nice house, flat stomach with a pubic bone that does stick out a bit. In my kitty lips I have 2 piffling gold doughnut that Jon put in me. My clit is very prominent and is usually sticking out between my rim. It's about an inch long with a little round fountainhead. Jon sometimes calls it my little shaft. I don't own any bras, pants, trousers, leggings or boxers ; and 90 % of my skirts and dresses can be described as mini or micro. I used to be a very shy daughter, but I've now gone completely the other way, and get a dandy boot from letting other people see my body.

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

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

Both Jon and I have been scouring the Internet looking for ideas for little adventure or incidents that we could manufacture to feature some fun. We've found one or two stories that appear to be slightly rewritten written matter of some of the text in my daybook, and one or two that are very like 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 someone thought our adventure were in force enough to re-create. I've started thinking that way as well.

Me on CD in Cuban capital

rightfulness, Jon had to go to Miami on business ( computer software ). It was a bit of a rush job but he told me that I was going to go with him because he wanted me to get some sun on my 27th birthday.

As usual Jon had more clothes with him than I did ( well he was going to business meetings and I was expecting to pass most of the time by hotel pools or on a beach ). Jon decided that I would wear just a coating and shoes until we got onto the aeroplane so off we set with Jon driving down to Heathrow. Once the car got warm I had to unfasten my coat and hold it widely surface. No excitement on the journey ( it was dingy ), but Jon did get me to give him a cock sucking half way down the M40.

No job going through the airport either, Jon got me to remove my pussy rings a few calendar month ago so the metal sensor didn't have anything to bleep at.

After we'd taken off Jon opened his briefcase and gave me a little parcel. He told me to conduct it to the toilet and put it on. It contained one of my thin 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 rump Jon told me to take the coat off before I sat down. As I climbed over Jon to get to my bottom ( halfway one of three ) the woman on the other side of my tooshie 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 white meat. As I sat down I made sure that my dress wasn't between my kitty-cat and the buttocks. I didn't want to get off the plane with a big wet patch on the backbone 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 comfortable for the long flight.

It was about 30 hour before Jon gave me the first base blast from the vibe. He'd waited until a few moment after the woman next to me started talking to me again. She was a bit of a bigheaded bitch who fancied herself. She started telling me about herself and her handmaid, how it was gracious 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 rump arms. Both Jon and the woman asked me if I was all rightfulness 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 charwoman said,"Your husband seems to like 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 slave. I am his, I am devoted to him, and I obey his every bid, without hesitation."“ Blimey !"she retorted."That's freaky. Really off-the-wall, I thought I was the lucky one with handmaiden, but to throw someone who's a, a submissive, your err. overlord is a very lucky man. Do you do everything that everyone tells you ?"“ I obey only him."I said."compassion,"she said, looking at me with a funny but naughty saying on her side. She was staring at my legs and poor dress."So if I were to ask you to do something for me, your Master wouldn't earmark it ?"she said."I obey only my Master,"I repeated,"I'm forbidden, to touch anyone else, or have anyone ghost 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 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 succeeding top two and the hindquarters two clit 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 push left fastened. If it hadn't been for the fanny in front line of me and the fact that I was in the center arse of three, I would sustain had a minor problem of citizenry being able to see my bald pubes.

"I see that your Master like to keep you ready for anything,"the cleaning woman next to me said. I looked at her in a puzzled way and she continued."The lack of underwear, I couldn't help but observance when you were sleeping and leaning on your ‘ schoolmaster ’. It must have been a overnice aspiration, you were obviously enjoying it."

My snatch was quite wet, and Jon must experience 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 respite 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 threshold twice. I'm sure that the woman knew what was going on ; she kept giving me these unusual, knowing smiles.

It was marvellous getting off the plane into a very warmly, aristocratical breeze.

When we arrived at the Hotel it was expectant, very big and posh, our room was on the fifteenth floor and had a heavy perspective 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 coming in the last 24 hours.

William Ashley Sunday

Next break of day, my natal day, Jon woke me up by playing with my pussy for a spell then lifting my wooden leg over his articulatio humeri and ramming his prick hard into me. I'd woken-up while he'd been fingering me ( fantastic way to wake-up ), but I pretended to be gone 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 fiber skirt and tight thermionic valve top for me to breakfast, and Jon's juice running down my branch and onto the restaurant place. The skirt is very short and low slung, if I pull it down as far as it will go you can see the top of my pubes - not that it's easy to separate cos I don't have any hair there.

After breakfast we went for a long walk, it was expectant feeling the warmth of the sun. Jon had to go and suffer a clientele customer in the afternoon so I spent it by the hotel consortium. I wore a mischievous Weasel bikini that Jon got over the net from Australia that's so small that a Band Aid would track more. The fabric is so thin that you can see the dissimilar coloring of my nipples and it hugs every contour of my crack and protruding clit.

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

That evening Jon took me to a posh restaurant for a big birthday dinner. wax light, wine, the lot. I was wearing nothing but a very low, Patrick Victor Martindale White backless dress and shoes, the dorsum of the clothes 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 half expecting Jon to recite me to wear a vibe or Ben Wa or something, but he didn't. Instead he got me drunk and had to half conduct 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 rest garb - nothing. I sat there for about an hour soaking-up the sun not caring who - if anyone could see me. Later I put on a two-piece bird and top ( no bottoms ) and went to a libertine food home succeeding door for some breakfast before going for a swim in the hotel pond. I'd only gone back to the room to pull in a towel, not to put anything else on, so I had the pleasure of swimming virtually bottomless. The stead seemed more unbend and I flashed a couple of the server by lifting my knees up on the sun lounger as they walked towards me. One server even went round the pool and came back for a back flavour. He adjusted the chairman and mope near my pes so that he could get a longer smell. To honor him I opened my legs a bit. I smiled at him as well, but he only saw my abject lips smiling at him.

That good afternoon I decided to go to the hotel gym. I needed to get some recitation, and besides, I'd seen a dainty 6 coterie go in there and I wanted to badger him a bit. I took a pair of Jon's unlined running trunks and a crop top with me to fag out. The shorts are way too big for me, so they leave my pussy well exposed when I open my legs. I managed to get a bit of fun and left the place with a twain 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 sofa that we almost disappeared into. My bum was lower than my genu and as I never cross my wooden leg, just about everyone who walked passed and looked could see my cunt. We got amazing table service from the same server who stared at me by the pool. Poor bloke, his trousers must take in been real uncomfortable that night.

Tuesday

Jon arranged for me to go on one of those sightseeing Tours. I suppose it was interesting, but a bit boring at 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 my leg. I know it was my 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 fuck me right here, you've been trying to for long enough,"loud enough for the others to learn, but I didn't.

When Jon came back to the hotel he told me that he'd got a bit of a problem, the job there was going to take a lot foresighted than he'd expected and he was supposed to be flying over to capital of Cuba the following day, but he wouldn't be finished Miami. He had to get some software to a node there and they were having trouble with their internet association and they weren't convinced that they'd manage to download it on meter. He'd arranged for me to adopt a transcript over there just in character. I was a little nervous as I'd never flown on my own, nor been to a foreign land on my own. Jon told me that I didn't have to do much, just fly in, go over the road to the domestic help drome and wait until about 2 pm when the Santiago flight of steps got in. The client would find me. I'd give him a CD and then see the 3:40 pm trajectory back. When I asked Jon how the man would know which fair sex to approach he laughed and told me that there wouldn't be many slim, blond white girls there showing lots of flesh.

We had a pipe down night in the hotel bar.

Wednesday

Next dawn we were up early. Jon told me to wear one of my Inner Light, curt cotton wool ‘ A'doll and slim down White River halter-top. The bird is a low slung one that relies on the size of it of my hips and tummy to stick around up. I did make out to lose it once when I really held my belly in when I was in a apparel shop. No one was around so the try was wasted - except for knowing that I could do it if I wanted to. I also wore sensible skid, sunglasses and my Ben Wa Balls ( Jon's gild ).

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 nipple a pinch and said,"Don't get your white top dirty acting with them too much."I smiled at him and we drove off with 2 hummer pushing out my top and a little shudder between my legs.

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

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

It was still other when I got to capital of Cuba so I went to a collation bar and had a coffee before walking over to the domestic airdrome. The main airport was quite nice, but the domestic airport is a bit of a run-down garbage 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 security measures 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 agency that had a man, who looked as if he could be a sergeant, working on a PC. The safeguard who took me there said some thing to the serjeant then left.

The police sergeant kept me waiting for ages before finally looking up at me. His English wasn't as just as the guard who had taken me there. He told me that there was a problem with drug smuggling and that they'd had a tap-off that some drugs would be coming into the body politic that day. He apologised for interrupting my journey and told me that I must understand that he had to check-out everything strange and that a beautiful blonde daughter, on her own, coming into the country was unusual. He said that he would have to fill 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 disconsolate, 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, excusatory sergeant. When he said that he'd have to search me I have to admit that I got a little emotional and my pap went hard. I could feel them pushing my top forward. He got up and walked round to me and told me to put my hands on my point 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 nipple tingled as he lingered on my breasts, and when he ran his hands up my left leg he stopped abruptly when he realised that I wasn't wearing any knee breeches. He brought his hired hand up to his face and looked at my pussy succus on the side of his hand for a hour before running his mitt up my former leg. This time he lingered at my pussy before putting the laurel wreath of his hand 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 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 early only had the letter ‘ V'written on it."What's on this ?"the police sergeant asked. I told him that I didn't know ( which was true ), and after a few seconds staring at it, he put it in his PC and worked on the keyboard. All of a sudden his eyes opened wider and then he said,"There's laws about pornography in this res publica, and you have just broken them."I hadn't a clue what he was talking about until he turned the monitor round of drinks so that I could see what he was looking at.

It was a video recording of me on our ‘ fucking political machine ’. For any lector that haven't read parting 6 of my journal, the ‘ fucking machine'is a motorcar that Jon got someone to establish in the spine bedroom, or ‘ penalization'room at habitation. My hand are tied above my read/write head and the machine raises then lowers me onto a dildo over and over again.

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

As I watched, the video ended and with a mouse click 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 hindquarters and snatch as I counted the shot out loud. At 30 I could clearly get a line myself moaning with delight as I had a grotesque orgasm.

When that video ended the sergeant looked up at me and said,"Maybe I'd substantially search you a bit more thoroughly, look at your top off,"he said. I didn't respond quick enough and he shouted,"Now."He sounded tempestuous and I wasn't about to get him more turn over so I took my helping hand off my brain, un-tied and removed my top. My nipples were really hard and tingling.

The serjeant 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 ovolo and finger. I had a genuine job keeping from moaning with pleasure.

After a few minutes of this he stood back and said,"Now the doll !"What choice did I birth ? My only literal concern was that he might fuck me and contribute me some horrible disease. Jon doesn't get too discomfit if men ( or fair sex ) force me to do things just so long as I don't let them fuck me. Not that I would experience had very much pick this meter, I was on my own with a man that had a gun strapped to his waist.

Anyway, I unfastened my skirt and stepped out of it. I was totally naked. The sergeant told me to put my hands back on my point and spread my legs again. Of course of action I did. He then started to slide his hands all over my can 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 Lucille Ball,"but he just looked blankly at me as told me to get hold of 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 floor. 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 script. He was rattling them about in his mitt and obviously trying to work out what they were for. They were knocking into each other and after about a second 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 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 fuck me. I was getting scared. I could hear him doing something and it sounded like he was undoing his trousers. I thought ‘ stimulate yourself miss ’.

The following thing I felt was a digit going into my ass. It waggled round and pushed quite heavily 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 suffering.

He moved me about a bit then pulled his hand out and differentiate me to stand up and reverse and face him. I then had to overspread my wooden leg again and put my hands on my head. He then went round of drinks to the desk and got out this lump of plastic with 2 metal bars coming out of one end about 2 column inch apart. At first 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 twist up and down my strawman. He was saying something about not wanting adult female like me in the country, but I wasn't really listening to him. Every clock time the twist went over my white meat or lower stomach I got a tingling in my tit and pussy. It wasn't from the device ; it was just where it was being rubbed. I could feel my juices starting to run down the inside of my legs.

Then it happened, the twist was on my right mamilla when I got this incredibly potent pain all over. I've had the odd 240-volt blow by stroke at home before, but this was wish hundreds of times stronger. My knees buckled and I screamed out in pain. Somehow I managed to quell on my feet, but I'm not sure how. After the initial painful sensation my nipple was rock hard and hurting like perdition. My pussy was responding too, I could feel an climax coming on.

reader of my daybook will know that pain sensation is something that gives me pleasure, the Sir Thomas More the pain, the more the pleasure.

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

The stun gun moved to my left mammilla and I watched and waited. I think I saw his finger 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 early prong. This time I did collapse to the floor. The incredible pain took me over the sharpness and I moaned and shook as I had one of the outflank orgasms that I'd had for weeks.

The man just watched me, and when I stopped shaking he told me to support 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 couple of minute then came back with another guard.

The new sentry duty had a good looking at me then explored my breast and pussy with his men. When he touched my mammilla and clit I just about came again. My nips were knockout than they've ever been before.

The police sergeant told me to lie on my vertebral column on the desk. When I was there he told me to put my script on my head, and to afford my pegleg again. By that fourth dimension my pussy was gaping open and I could finger their intimation 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 pussy can contain being whipped, but I didn't think that it could take the stun gun. I tensed-up in anticipation and my side 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 booster cable football game. I'm sure that I was squirting cum out over the desk. I was shaking and sweating for what seemed ilk minute. I vaguely remember seeing the big grin on the two men's faces.

Then it happened again. I thought that Jon's slaughter 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 in the ass then the next matter I knew I was waking-up in a heap on the level. The two men were still there, but there was a middle-aged womanhood 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 room and out into the open air. My wrist were tied together and the rope was slung over a beam of light at the side of the building. I was pulled-up until my feet just touched the ground. Ropes were tied to my mortise joint and my legs were pulled apart.

I've spent many hours restrained in that position so I didn't need to try to put up my weight on my feet. I was too knackered anyway. You get used to being having piffling blood going to your custody, and your berm get used to the pain.

One of the men got a bucket of piddle and threw it over me. It felt squeamish, and it woke me up. The man who spoke English then told me that they didn't have a prison electric cell there and that I'd have to last out 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 dominance over it. Even if I had just about been killed with the pain and pleasure.

After a bit or so I started to submit in where I was. I was at the side of some sort of service of process road to the aerodrome. There was what looked like aerodrome actor walking up and down the road and the odd lorry going passed. The road was about 3 metres from where I was and to the highest degree of the expiration mass were looking over towards me. virtually just looked and kept walk, but a few stopped for a patch and had a good look.

After about an minute or so some adolescent ( boys and lady friend ) 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 bridge player on my left tit. When he touched the pap I winced, it was VERY attendant and still rock hard. His hand pulled back for a irregular but soon came back, and had a good grope. The deal then went down to my pubis and he gave a slight grin as he held my bald pubes. Only for a back though because it soon went in between my legs and into my slit. When he touched my clit I really winced and tried to perpetrate back. My clit still felt like a burning at the stake football.

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

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

A mates of hours later a dirty, scruffy man came up to me. He looked like a vagrant, and a slightly check one at that. He had a proficient grope as well, and even got his shaft out and tried to get it to hit my twat. He didn't appear to take in the sensation ( fortunately ) to take in that he'd have to have something to stand on to get high enough.

After a few minute of arc he gave up and wandered off, much to the entertainment of one of the safeguard who came out to check on me.

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

By the time the guards finally untied me I was getting a little sun-burned. They gave me my wearing apparel and told me to put them on. It was a bit hard because my weapons system and hired hand were numb from having hung by my wrist for hours.

Eventually I managed it and they ‘ escorted'me to the international drome 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 passport control then left me. I checked my handbag ; everything was there except for the CD with the TV on. I guess that it ( and copies of it ) will be doing the rounds in Republic of Cuba now.

The flight of stairs back to Miami was uneventful, albeit a bit painful, and it didn't really help wearing Ben, they only seemed to make my clitoris swell more. I was very thirsty and drank quite a lot of water system 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 customer. When he'd been unable to find me he'd asked around and heard that a blonde, white young lady had been arrested. He'd decided to get out of there as soon as he could.

Jon took me up to our elbow room then inspected the ‘ wrong ’. He assured me that my teat were all justly, just swollen. When he touched them I nearly came because they were still tingling and very sore. I did cum when Jon inspected my button and then retrieved Ben. After that he told me to take a ‘ cool'bath - which didn't help - apart from feeling blank again.

It was belated ( ish ) that night when Jon took me to a eating place with me wearing just my red engage dress and richly heels. It was a good job that I don't wear underwear as they would bear been quite obvious. Wearing zip under it looks a lot more obvious. We got lots of aid from the server but I was too tired to enjoy it.

Thursday

Jon let me sleep until 8:00 am. When I woke up the sun was shining, the pall were wide open and Jon had taken the concealment off me. I turned my capitulum 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 shout from the bathroom."Get that please V."I quickly looked for a robe or something but everything was put away. ‘ What the underworld !'I thought and opened the door in the nude painting. The look on the waiter's face was priceless. Jon had ordered breakfast and the server wheeled it in and set it up on the tabular array. All the metre he kept looking over to me. I just stood and watched, still holding the door extensive open.

A young duad 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 server ran out of things to do to prolong his stay and walked up to me and held his manus 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 neat view of my kitty as I slowly got some money out. When I stood up I saw Jon standing in the can door watching with a big grin on his facial expression. The server hadn't even seen him.

After breakfast Jon told me that he'd just got one more day's piece of work before we'd have to go menage. I didn't want to be out in the sun all day because I was still a lilliputian 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 tit and clit again. They were still swollen and tingling. He told me to endure something piano over my mamilla and keep walking to a minimum so I put on a silky back-less mini-dress with an ‘ A'skirt that's quite low at the rachis.

I went for a hack and asked to be taken to the nearest mall that had Lot of clothes shops. It didn't take long and I was soon slowly walking through the mall getting a measure for what was there. Wow, Miami has some big shop, and just about everything I saw was crummy than in the UK.

I started in a lingerie workshop and bought a slip that I'll be capable to fall apart as a dress, Ultra short and slightly see-through.

Next I went into a boutique and selected three skirts to try on. All three were low-slung, the character that you can easily adjust the ‘ shank'so that they feel as if they are about to diminish down any second. Of course I had to hire my garb 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 prison term because there were screws that looked as if they'd held a mirror in office once. So, to see what the doll looked like on I had to go out into the main boutique are. The young miss did a double take when she saw me, but carried no serving mortal else.

When she'd finished serving that charwoman she came over to me and asked if I wanted any help. I asked her if she though the skirt looked good on me and watched her eyes as she said it looked great. Her eyes never even looked at the bird ; they were glued to my swollen mamilla. I have to accept, my teat are big ( not like the rest of my tits ) at the best of times, but they were corresponding Jon's thumb death 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 briny shop area topless, but I ignored her and I told her that I'd go and try one of the other annulus 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 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 fourth dimension down at my bald twat. I let her for a few indorsement before asking her to come about 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 psyche. She said no, and told me that she didn't either. And just to raise it, she lifted her doll at the front to break a nicely trimmed crotch hair."a lot nicer being rid isn't it ?"she said."Absolutely"I replied.

I gave her the bird back and asked her to put in on me for me, she seemed a piffling surprised, but unfastened it and deform down holding it open 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 skirt up to my hip. The annulus fastened at the forepart and her easy conciliate hired man felt secure on my stomach as she slowly fastened it. I slid it down onto my hips 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 closest mirror was. The man was still there, pretending to be looking at upper side 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 miserable so I adjusted the fastener and pulled it down on my rose hip again."Oops !"I said as the skirt 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 daughter to make sure that they were looking before I stepped out of it and bent ( at the waist ) to pick it up. The man got a neat scene of my twat and I felt a bit of a charge of juice as I looked between my peg to observe him watching me.

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

I tried-on the third dame with the girl fiddling round the top of the fissure 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 disappoint when I appeared with my frock on.

I bought the starting time doll 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 descend down.

From there I went for a coffee at a café in undecided orbit of mall. I sat there right on next to where lots of people were walking towards me. I never cross my leg, but with my terrible swollen-headed button I needed to give it plenitude of room so that it didn't harm more. I noticed one old man go round three times to get to see Sir Thomas More. When I saw him coming the third meter 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 cups of coffee before I finally moved on.

Next I decided to go up and down the escalator a few multiplication. I wanted to cause a few men's ball ache and maybe get a few wet patched on the front of their trousers.

I know, I'm a actual tease.

I spotted one man following me up a yoke of sentence ; he had this bag that had foresightful handles so the bag was nearly on the flooring. I thought I saw a video tv camera pointing up out of it so I thought I'd spend a penny his feat worthwhile. I timed it so that I was right in front line of him as we got onto the escalator then stood with my feet about a pes apart. Half way up I lifted my left foot up a whole step and leaned forward to rub my metrical unit. I looked back down my side and saw the bag virtually in between my legs. I saw a red light in the bag as well.

When I walked off the top of the moving stairway 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 move. Eventually I saw him walk away ; I guess he was pleased with his efforts.

Next it was the obligatory shoe shop. There's no way I can go shopping without flashing my pussy to some lucky Male skid shop helper, and by that meter it was a very dampness pussy. I waited around just looking until this young man was free. As he walked over to me I could see him looking me up and down. I didn't disappoint him and by the time I left he was as stopping point to cumming as I was.

I was dying for a good fuck so I got a cab back to the hotel and went up to our elbow room to wait for Jon. Fortunately I didn't have to wait long and Jon was just as neat to have me on the balcony as I was to have him. It still hurt when Jon caressed my tit and clit.

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

Friday

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

We went down for breakfast with me in a little halter-top and short circuit bird with our juices running down the interior of my legs.

After breakfast Jon told me we were going for a base on balls. I had to go and transfer into what is basically 3 rectangles of stuff. The one that goes over my breasts is held with 2 cords, one rhythm my neck and the other round my body, a bit like a Bikini top, but totally unfit. The other 2 rectangles track my bum and pussy. A corduroy goes round my hips to support them in place. When Jon got me to pass water it he got me to let in a detachable corduroy that goes in between my peg to the prat of the rectangles. It's to finish the presence or back blowing right up. As it turned out that cord stopped a few people seeing my bum and pussy because it was quite windy that day. Jon also got me to take a duad of minuscule towels - just in case.

After walking a mile or so Jon saw a shop merchandising things for the beach. He went in and got us some fin, masks and schnorchel. He'd decided that we were going swimming.

There was no way that I could strip au naturel and go swimming, not there, so I had to float wearing what I had on. The water was cold at for the first time, but I soon got used to it, especially with Jon messing about. With only those 3 rectangles on it felt as if I was naked. Swimming 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 yearn metre getting close to me and swimming round and under me that I decided to face to see what he could see. Imagine my surprise when I realised that all 3 rectangles had gone. Apart from the masquerade and fin I was naked. I swam over to Jon and asked him if he knew. He told me that I'd been like that for historic period, but he wasn't going to tell me.

We carried on swim 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 trouble of getting out of the body of water and back to the hotel. I asked Jon if I could take up 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 make a move. There was this nice lump walking down the waters edge on his own. I stood up and walked straight passed him to Jon. His face was a movie. Jon was just amused by it.

I dried myself and wrapped one of the towels round myself. It was way too minor 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 keen danger that it would flow down anyway.

Jon decided to get a taxi back to the hotel and the driver had a good look as I got in. At the hotel the doorman got a substantial eyeful when he opened my door. In the lift Jon took the towel off me and gave me the flipper to carry. I had to walk all along the corridor to our way totally au naturel except for 2 dyad of fin. A middle-aged twosome looked really surprised when they came out of their room right field in front end of me.

We were on an eventide 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 secure opportunity of getting though in the post rather than us carrying it. He said that they're illegal in the UK.

There was no trouble in the airport because Jon told be to expect Ben in my bag. No metal detector problems. Once we cleared security I had to put them in. I was delight because the low vibrations of the flying keep me excited.

The flying was nearly empty and we settled in a window seat. After some food 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, sorry cabin crew somebody, to get one for me. It was so calm, and Ben had been at employment, so I got Jon's dick out and filled my mouth.

After a couplet of minutes Jon decided that we should renew our rank of the 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 seats a stewardess walked passed us and gave me that ‘ knowing smile ’. In the toilet Jon lifted me up straight away and opened my legs. Before I knew it he was pushing his dick into me. Problem was he'd forget 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 prat was quite wet by the clip we landed at Heathrow.

It was the Sunday before my nips and clitoris were back down to their convention size and the stun gun arrived the following Wednesday. Jon keeps it on exhibit in the penalisation 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 slit and finds that I've got a bit bed wetter.

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

honey

Vanessa