Introduction

Hi, my epithet is Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound figure with blondish hair's-breadth. In 1998 I quit my boring existence in a little Ithiel Town in North Wales and went to work as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East Midlands of England. It was a endure decisiveness to gain as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advert in a BDSM cartridge clip that someone had left in the hairdresser 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 consultation for the job was unbelievable, but I was so do-or-die 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 diary of my new life, and he has since created a web land site that it is published on.

If you care to record my journal you will get wind that my relationship with Jon is rather different to that of most employee and employer, but I have easily come to understand that I have a life that just could not be more satisfying or pleasurable. I love my life and all the little adventures that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a trivial bit of hair that grows on my pegleg, I have no body haircloth below my neck opening. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with small ( ish ), impertinent breast that have small aureoles and giant tit. When they're hard Jon says they're like chapel hat peg. I have a nice house, flat belly with a pubic os that does stick by out a bit. In my snatch lip I have 2 little gold mob that Jon put in me. My clit is very striking and is usually sticking out between my lips. It's about an inch long with a trivial round foreland. Jon sometimes calls it my lilliputian pecker. I don't own any bras, knickers, trousers, legging or shorts ; and 90 % of my skirt and apparel can be described as mini or micro. I used to be a very shy girl, but I've now gone completely the other way, and get a great frisson from letting other people see my body.

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

Jon told me to stop writing my Journal in the summer of 1999, but has recently asked me to document, some of the more matter to experiences that we have had since then.

Both Jon and I have been scouring the Internet looking for ideas for small adventures or incidents that we could manufacture to have some fun. We've found one or two chronicle that appear to be slightly rewritten copies of some of the textual matter in my diary, 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 first base I was a bit annoyed about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that someone thought our adventures were commodity 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 business organisation ( estimator software system ). 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 common Jon had more wearing apparel with him than I did ( well he was going to business enterprise meetings and I was expecting to expend most of the time by hotel pond or on a beach ). Jon decided that I would fag out just a coat and brake shoe until we got onto the plane so off we set with Jon driving down to Heathrow. Once the car got strong I had to unfasten my coat and continue it panoptic open. No excitement on the journey ( it was non-white ), but Jon did get me to give him a cock sucking half way down the M40.

No problems going through the airport either, Jon got me to take my kitty 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 little bundle. He told me to take it to the toilet and put it on. It contained one of my slender cotton wool mini-dresses and one of my remote controlled vibes. As I put that in I got a bit wet with the prediction 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 read the coat off before I sat down. As I climbed over Jon to get to my seat ( middle one of three ) the woman on the former side of meat of my tail end 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 take seen my breasts. As I sat down I made sure that my wearing apparel wasn't between my snatch and the seat. I didn't want to get off the sheet with a big wet patch on the rachis of my dress.

The woman 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 arcminute before Jon gave me the first blast from the vibration. He'd waited until a few moment after the fair sex next to me started talking to me again. She was a bit of a stuck-up beef who fancied herself. She started telling me about herself and her retainer, how it was nice to get them to run around after her. When Jon switched the vibration on it caught me by surprise a bit and I gasped and grabbed the butt sleeve. Both Jon and the woman asked me if I was all right field at the Lapplander clock time. Jon went on to ask me if he could get anything for me. Not thinking too well I said,"No, I'm very well than you Master."

After a few seconds the woman said,"Your married man seems to care for you a lot."Oh, he's not my hubby, he's my superior, 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 command, without hesitation."“ Blimey !"she retorted."That's freaky. Really freaky, I thought I was the lucky one with servants, but to have person who's a, a submissive, your err. sea captain is a very favourable man. Do you do everything that everyone tells you ?"“ I obey only him."I said."Pity,"she said, looking at me with a peculiar but naughty construction on her face. She was staring at my legs and short garb."So if I were to ask you to do something for me, your Master wouldn't permit it ?"she said."I obey only my Master,"I repeated,"I'm forbidden, to touch anyone else, or have anyone spot me unless my Master tells me to it."

Just then Jon interrupted and asked me if I wanted a drink. I said,"Yes please, I'm starting to get a bit warm."With that he switched the vibration off. I guessed that he'd realised that the vibration was starting to do its job. Jon got me a glass of wine-coloured 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 dress weren't fastened, Jon had undone them while I was dreaming about him fucking me on a gorgeous beach with about half a dozen people watching us. There was then only four buttons left fastened. If it hadn't been for the stern in front man of me and the fact that I was in the middle seat of three, I would have had a minor job of people being able to see my bald pubes.

"I see that your Master ilk to hold you prepare for anything,"the woman next to me said. I looked at her in a stupefy way and she continued."The lack of underwear, I couldn't aid but posting when you were sleeping and leaning on your ‘ Master ’. It must induce been a nice dreaming, you were obviously enjoying it."

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

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

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

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

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

Sunday

Next morning, my natal day, Jon woke me up by playing with my kitty-cat for a piece then lifting my legs over his shoulder and ramming his dick hard into me. I'd woken-up while he'd been fingering me ( fantastic way to wake-up ), but I pretended to be at peace 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 wakeful, thin cotton dame and pie-eyed metro top for me to breakfast, and Jon's juice running down my legs and onto the restaurant seat. The skirt is very myopic and low slung, if I pull it down as far as it will go you can see the top of my pubes - not that it's easy to tell cos I don't have any fuzz there.

After breakfast we went for a longsighted manner of walking, it was swell feeling the warmth of the sun. Jon had to go and foregather a business client in the afternoon so I spent it by the hotel pool. I wore a loathsome Weasel bikini that Jon got over the internet from Australia that's so small that a Band Aid would spread over Sir Thomas More. The textile is so thin that you can see the different color of my mamilla and it hugs every contour of my whirl and protruding clit.

The atmosphere round the syndicate was a bit formal and I didn't feeling like going topless, but I did get quite a few tone in that bikini.

That evening Jon took me to a posh restaurant for a big natal day dinner. Candles, wine, the lot. I was wearing nothing but a very pocket-size, white backless frock and skid, the cover of the dress is so low cut that you can see the top of the crack of my ass so it was obvious that I had nothing on underneath. I was half expecting Jon to severalize me to wear a vibration or Ben Wa or something, but he didn't. Instead he got me drunk and had to half extend 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 sopor attire - nothing. I sat there for about an time of day 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 fast food space next door for some breakfast before going for a swim in the hotel syndicate. I'd only gone back to the room to roll up a towel, not to put anything else on, so I had the delight of swimming virtually bottomless. The place seemed more relax and I flashed a couple of the waiters by lifting my articulatio genus up on the sun recliner as they walked towards me. One waiter even went round the pool and came back for a irregular look. He adjusted the chair and dilly-dallier near my substructure so that he could get a longer flavour. To reinforce him I opened my legs a bit. I smiled at him as well, but he only saw my small lips 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 nice 6 camp go in there and I wanted to bait him a bit. I took a pair of Jon's unlined running short pants and a craw top with me to outwear. The drawers are way too big for me, so they leave my pussy well exposed when I open my legs. I managed to accept a bit of fun and left the stead with a couple of men with extrusion in their shorts.

That evening we had dinner in the hotel and then stayed in the hotel bar. We sat on this tumid very flaccid lounge that we almost disappeared into. My bum was lower than my knees and as I never cross my ramification, just about everyone who walked passed and looked could see my pussy. We got amazing armed service from the same server who stared at me by the pond. Poor bloke, his trousers must have been real number uncomfortable that night.

Tuesday

Jon arranged for me to go on one of those sightsee duty tour. 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 come to my leg. I know it was my fault for letting him look up my doll, I suppose I should have 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 see, 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 take a lot farsighted than he'd expected and he was supposed to be flying over to Havana the future day, but he wouldn't be finished Miami. He had to get some software to a client there and they were having job with their internet connectedness and they weren't convinced that they'd manage to download it on time. He'd arranged for me to take a copy over there just in case. I was a slight nervous 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 wait until about 2 pm when the Santiago flight of stairs got in. The client would determine me. I'd give him a CD and then entrance the 3:40 pm trajectory back. When I asked Jon how the man would lie with which woman to approach he laughed and told me that there wouldn't be many slim down, blonde white girl there showing lots of flesh.

We had a quiesce night in the hotel bar.

Midweek

Next morning we were up early. Jon told me to hold out one of my lighting, short cotton ‘ A'skirt and thin white halter-top. The skirt is a low slung one that relies on the size of my hips and stomach to outride up. I did manage to miss it once when I really held my stomach in when I was in a dress store. 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 shoes, shades and my Ben Wa Balls ( Jon's gild ).

After breakfast Jon gave me my ticket, the CD, some money, and put me in a taxicab to the airport. Before he shut the taxi room access he gave both my pap a pinch and said,"Don't get your white top dirty playing with them too much."I smiled at him and we drove off with 2 bullets pushing out my top and a slight tingle between my legs.

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

The myopic flight of stairs was uneventful except for the vibe of the airplane bouncing Ben about a bit. It was a good job that I'd made sure that my annulus wasn't between my puss and the seat.

It was still ahead of time when I got to Havana so I went to a snack bar and had a coffee before walking over to the domestic 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 prospicient wait.

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

The sergeant kept me waiting for ages before finally looking up at me. His English wasn't as good as the safety device who had taken me there. He told me that there was a problem with drug smuggling and that they'd had a tip-off that some drugs would be coming into the country that day. He apologised for interrupting my journey and told me that I must sympathize that he had to check-out everything unusual and that a beautiful blond missy, on her own, coming into the commonwealth was unusual. He said that he would receive 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 explore me. After being scared a bit by the guard pointing his gun at me I was a bit more unstrain with the nice sounding, apologetic sergeant. 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 feel them pushing my top forward. He got up and walked round to me and told me to put my deal on my head and counterpane my wooden leg. He then ran his finger's breadth through my hair and then ran his bridge player all over the rest of me, and I mean all over me. My nipples tingled as he lingered on my white meat, and when he ran his hands up my pass on leg he stopped bushed when he realised that I wasn't wearing any knickers. He brought his hand up to his human face and looked at my pussy juices on the side of meat of his paw for a arcminute before running his mitt up my former leg. This time he lingered at my slit before putting the palm tree of his hand on my pubic osseous tissue 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 pass 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 former only had the letter of the alphabet ‘ V'written on it."What's on this ?"the 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 porno in this country, and you have just broken them."I hadn't a clue what he was talking about until he turned the varan round so that I could see what he was looking at.

It was a video of me on our ‘ fucking car ’. For any referee that haven't read part 6 of my journal, the ‘ fucking machine'is a simple machine that Jon got someone to work up in the back sleeping room, or ‘ punishment'room at home. My hired hand are tied above my head and the machine raises then lowers me onto a dildo over and over again.

About 8 months ago Jon bought a video camera and taped me on all the political machine in the punishment 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 written matter to people.

As I watched, the video ended and with a click another picture 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 buns and pussy as I counted the slash out gaudy. At 30 I could clearly pick up myself moaning with pleasure as I had a wonderful orgasm.

When that video ended the sergeant looked up at me and said,"Maybe I'd better hunt you a bit more exhaustively, 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 work force off my forefront, un-tied and transfer my top. My mammilla were really grueling 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 real problem keeping from moaning with pleasure.

After a few minutes of this he stood back and said,"Now the skirt !"What option did I get ? My only real vexation was that he might fuck me and give me some ugly disease. Jon doesn't get too upset if men ( or women ) force me to do things just so long as I don't let them bonk me. Not that I would have had much selection this time, 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 foreland and spread my legs again. Of course I did. He then started to slide his hands all over my back end and puss. 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 chunk."What's that in your cunt ?"he said.

I said,"Ben Wa Balls,"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 base. When it didn't breakage 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 arcminute or so a smile came on his nerve and he pushed them back into my pussy.

He turned to me and grabbed my pubic bone again. This clock 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 helper it ; I let out a moan and shuddered as I orgasmed. After he'd had decent with his finger he pulled it out and stood back."crimp over the desk,"he said.

Oh no ! I thought, he's going to fuck me. I was getting pall. I could hear him doing something and it sounded like he was undoing his trouser. I thought ‘ bitstock yourself girl ’.

The following thing I felt was a digit going into my ass. It waggled turn and pushed quite strong into me. Then it came out. A few endorsement later I felt a quarter round 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 mitt out and told me to brook up and change by reversal and face him. I then had to spread my legs again and put my manus on my headway. He then went round to the desk and got out this lump of charge plate with 2 metal bars coming out of one end about 2 inches apart. At first I didn't realise what it was, but I soon found out.

He kept me standing there for a couple of minutes before coming up to me and rubbing the device up and down my front man. He was saying something about not wanting women like me in the commonwealth, but I wasn't really listening to him. Every clip the twist went over my breasts or lower stomach I got a tingling in my mammilla and kitty-cat. It wasn't from the device ; it was just where it was being rubbed. I could palpate my succus starting to run down the inside of my legs.

Then it happened, the device was on my right mammilla when I got this incredibly stiff bother all over. I've had the odd 240-volt shock by fortuity at home before, but this was the like hundred of times stronger. My knees buckled and I screamed out in botheration. Somehow I managed to stay on my feet, but I'm not sure how. After the initial pain my nipple was rock hard and hurting like infernal region. My kitty was responding too, I could feel an climax coming on.

Readers of my journal will know that botheration is something that gives me pleasure, the more than the annoyance, the Thomas More the pleasure.

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

The stun gun moved to my left nipple and I watched and waited. I think I saw his fingerbreadth move a bit, and then I saw the dark arc of electricity as it jumped from one prong, through my nipple then to the other prong. This time I did collapse to the trading floor. The incredible botheration took me over the boundary and I moaned and shook as I had one of the best coming that I'd had for weeks.

The man just watched me, and when I stopped shaking he told me to stand 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 minutes then came back with another guard.

The new guard had a good look at me then explored my breasts and pussy with his manus. When he touched my nipples and clit I just about came again. My Nip were punishing than they've ever been before.

The sergeant-at-law told me to lie on my cover on the desk. When I was there he told me to put my bridge player on my head, and to open my legs again. By that sentence my pussy was gaping open and I could feel their breath inside my jam as they bent down for a finis look.

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

It hit me. I've never screamed so flash and cum so hard. My clit felt like it was a burning star football. I'm sure that I was squirting cum out over the desk. I was shaking and sweating for what seemed like hour. I vaguely think of seeing the big grin on the two men's faces.

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

The third clock time it happened I just felt a bit of nuisance then the side by side 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 Superior as they jumped when she shouted something at them.

The men grabbed my arms and dragged me out of the elbow room and out into the open air. My wrists were tied together and the rope was slung over a light beam at the side of the edifice. I was pulled-up until my fundament just touched the footing. R-2 were tied to my ankle joint and my legs were pulled apart.

I've spent many hour restrained in that spot so I didn't need to try to subscribe my weight unit on my feet. I was too knackered anyway. You get used to being having little blood going to your hands, and your shoulder get used to the pain.

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

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

After a second or so I started to fill in where I was. I was at the face of some form of military service road to the airport. There was what looked like airport actor walking up and down the road and the odd camion going passed. The road was about 3 beat from where I was and most of the passing the great unwashed were looking over towards me. Most just looked and kept walk, but a few stopped for a while and had a good look.

After about an minute or so some teenagers ( boys and girls ) saw me and came over to me. They were talking to each other, but I couldn't understand what they were saying. Eventually one of the boys put a bridge player on my allow for tit. When he touched the nipple I winced, it was VERY tender and still sway hard. His hired hand pulled back for a second but soon came back, and had a skillful grope. The hired hand then went down to my pubes and he gave a slight grinning as he held my bald loins. Only for a second though because it soon went in between my peg and into my cunt. When he touched my button I really winced and tried to pull back. My clit still felt like a burning football game.

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

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

A couplet of 60 minutes later a dirty, scruffy man came up to me. He looked like a vagrant, and a slightly retarded one at that. He had a safe grope as well, and even got his hawkshaw out and tried to get it to get to my slit. He didn't appear to suffer the sentience ( fortunately ) to realise that he'd have to bear something to stand on to get high enough.

After a few minutes he gave up and wandered off, much to the amusement of one of the safety device who came out to contain on me.

It was a guard that I hadn't seen before and he wasn't going to drop the opportunity to make a good grope. He was a bit surprised too when he pushed a finger's breadth into me and found Ben, but that didn't stop him bringing me snug 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 clothes and told me to put them on. It was a bit hard because my arm and hands were numb from having hung by my wrists for hours.

Eventually I managed it and they ‘ escorted'me to the international airdrome and to the check-in. Walking was sore as my clit was still very vain and sore. After I'd checked-in they saw me through passport controller then left me. I checked my pocketbook ; everything was there except for the CD with the videos on. I guess that it ( and copy of it ) will be doing the rounds in Cuba now.

The flight of stairs back to Miami was uneventful, albeit a bit afflictive, and it didn't really help wearing Ben, they only seemed to make my clit swell more. I was very athirst and drink 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 phone telephone call from his client. When he'd been unable to find oneself me he'd asked around and heard that a blonde, blanched girlfriend 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 ‘ impairment ’. He assured me that my mammilla were all right, just swollen. When he touched them I nearly came because they were still tingling and very raw. I did cum when Jon inspected my clitoris and then retrieved Ben. After that he told me to take a ‘ cool'bathroom - which didn't help - apart from feeling clear again.

It was late ( ish ) that night when Jon took me to a restaurant with me wearing just my red engagement apparel and high bounder. It was a good job that I don't don underwear as they would suffer been quite obvious. Wearing nothing under it looks a lot more obvious. We got lots of attention from the waiters 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 curtains were all-encompassing open and Jon had taken the cover off me. I turned my headway 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 Hell !'I thought and opened the threshold in the nude. The look on the waiter's font was priceless. Jon had ordered breakfast and the waiter wheeled it in and set it up on the table. All the fourth dimension he kept looking over to me. I just stood and watched, still holding the door broad open.

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

The waiter ran out of things to do to prolong his stay and walked up to me and held his hand out. When I realised what he wanted I walked over to where my bag was. It was on the flooring so I bent at the waist and gave him a large view 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 face. The waiter hadn't even seen him.

After breakfast Jon told me that he'd just got one More day's work before we'd have to go home. I didn't want to be out in the sun all day because I was still a little 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 nipple and clit again. They were still swollen and tingling. He told me to get into something flaccid over my nipples and maintain walking to a minimum so I put on a silky back-less mini-dress with an ‘ A'annulus that's quite low at the back.

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

I started in a lingerie store and bought a slip that I'll be able to wear as a frock, 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 ‘ waist'so that they feel as if they are about to fall down any 2nd. Of course I had to call for my dress 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 fourth dimension because there were nookie that looked as if they'd held a mirror in spot once. So, to see what the bird looked like on I had to go out into the briny dress shop are. The young female child did a stunt man issue when she saw me, but carried no serving individual else.

When she'd finished serving that woman 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 centre as she said it looked with child. Her eyes never even looked at the doll ; they were glued to my tumefy nipples. I have to accommodate, my nipples are big ( not like the rest of my tits ) at the well of clip, but they were like Jon's flip closing 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 area topless, but I ignored her and I told her that I'd go and try one of the other chick on. She asked if I'd like any help. After a speedy persuasion I said,"Yes"and she followed me into the cubicle. Before she's closed the curtain I dropped the skirt I was wearing, much to the pleasure of a man that had come over to see if he'd actually seen a topless woman.

The fille stared at me again, this metre down at my bald puss. I let her for a few bit before asking her to pass me one of the other doll. 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 prove it, she lifted her skirt at the social movement to reveal a nicely trimmed bush."a good deal nicer being liberate 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 little surprise, but unfastened it and turn down holding it undetermined for me to step into it. As I did she saw my egotistical 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 hips. The skirt fastened at the front and her soft placate hands felt good 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 nearest mirror was. The man was still there, pretending to be looking at tops on a rack.

The girl followed me and watched as I smoothed the material down. I told her that I wanted to see if I could get it any turn down so I adjusted the fastening and pulled it down on my pelvic arch again."Oops !"I said as the skirt slid too far down my pelvic girdle and down to the storey. phonograph needle to say I didn't rush after it, in fact I looked over at the man and the young lady to stimulate sure as shooting that they were looking before I stepped out of it and bent ( at the waist ) to pick it up. The man got a large view of my puss and I felt a bit of a haste of juice as I looked between my legs to watch him watching me.

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

I tried-on the tierce doll with the girl fiddling round the top of the sally of my ass to fasten it. I didn't like that one so I took it off and I put my garb back on. The man looked a bit discomfited when I appeared with my frock on.

I bought the offset skirt that I tried-on, it felt salutary, looked respectable, could easily bollix up up in the malarky, and could easily be adjusted so that it wouldn't take much for it to settle down.

From there I went for a coffee at a café in spread out field of promenade. I sat there right next to where lots of people were walking towards me. I never cross my legs, but with my painful swollen clit I needed to give it great deal of room so that it didn't hurt more. I noticed one old man go round three times to get to see Sir Thomas More. When I saw him coming the third time I deliberately opened my ramification wider so that he really could see everything. I think I made that old man's day. I had three cups of deep brown 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 orchis ache and maybe get a few wet patched on the straw man of their pant.

I know, I'm a actual vamp.

I spotted one man following me up a twain of times ; he had this bag that had long hold so the bag was nearly on the floor. I thought I saw a television television camera pointing up out of it so I thought I'd pull in his efforts worthwhile. I timed it so that I was right in forepart of him as we got onto the escalator then stood with my infantry about a foot up apart. Half way up I lifted my left foot up a stride and leaned forward to rub my foot. I looked back down my side and saw the bag virtually in between my legs. I saw a red luminance in the bag as well.

When I walked off the top of the escalator clause I went to a store window and stood looking in, with my feet well apart. I felt the bag brush against my human foot 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 pussycat to some prosperous male horseshoe workshop assistant, and by that clock time it was a very damp kitty. I waited around just looking until this young man was gratis. As he walked over to me I could see him looking me up and down. I didn't disappoint him and by the metre I left he was as close to cumming as I was.

I was dying for a estimable fuck so I got a taxicab back to the hotel and went up to our way to await for Jon. Fortunately I didn't have to wait long and Jon was just as sharp to deliver 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.

Friday

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 puddle domain. After he shot his load into me and gone mild, he pulled out and slapped my backside.

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

After breakfast Jon told me we were going for a walk. I had to go and change into what is basically 3 rectangles of material. The one that goes over my bosom is held with 2 cords, one rung my cervix and the other rhythm my body, a bit like a bikini top, but totally unfit. The former 2 rectangles comprehend my bum and pussy. A cord goes round my hips to hold back them in place. When Jon got me to make it he got me to include a detachable cord that goes in between my legs to the bottom of the rectangles. It's to stop the front man or back blowing rightfield 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 match of small towels - just in case.

After walking a mile or so Jon saw a shop marketing affair for the beach. He went in and got us some flipper, masquerade and snorkels. He'd decided that we were going swimming.

There was no way that I could strip nude and go swim, not there, so I had to drown wearing what I had on. The piss was cold at inaugural, 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 masque, spent quite a foresighted time getting close to me and swimming round and under me that I decided to attend to see what he could see. Imagine my surprise when I realised that all 3 rectangles had gone. Apart from the masque 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 old age, 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 job of getting out of the water and back to the hotel. I asked Jon if I could borrow his shorts and shirt but he said"no."

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

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

Jon decided to get a taxi back to the hotel and the driver had a good looking as I got in. At the hotel the doorman got a real number 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 room totally naked except for 2 couple of flipper. A middle-aged couplet looked really surprised when they came out of their room right in battlefront 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 nix 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 better prospect of getting though in the Emily Price Post rather than us carrying it. He said that they're illegal in the UK.

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

The flight was nearly empty and we settled in a window seat. After some nutrient and drink I leaned over and dozed off with my head on Jon's lap. When I woke-up I had a cover over me, Jon told me that he'd got a stewardess, no-account cabin crew person, to get one for me. It was so lull, and Ben had been at work, so I got Jon's dick out and replete my mouth.

After a duet of minute of arc Jon decided that we should renew our membership of the mile high club. I don't think that anyone saw us go into the john but as we were walking back to our seats a stewardess walked passed us and gave me that ‘ knowing grin ’. In the john Jon lifted me up straight away and opened my peg. Before I knew it he was pushing his dick into me. trouble was he'd blank out 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 Sunday before my nips and clit were back down to their convention size and the stun gun arrived the watch over Wed. Jon keeps it on show in the punishment room. He hasn't used it on me yet, he's teasing me because he knows that I'll enjoy it. Each metre he mentions it he checks my kitty and finds that I've got a bit wetter.

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

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Vanessa