Introduction

Hi, my name is genus Vanessa. I was born in Dec 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound human body with blondish fuzz. In 1998 I quit my boring existence in a little township in North Wales and went to work out as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the eastern United States Midlands of England. It was a brave determination to wee-wee as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advertizing 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 need to do something because my life history was so gloomy 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 save a journal of my new sprightliness, and he has since created a web site that it is published on.

If you care to study my Journal you will discover that my relationship with Jon is rather different to that of nearly employee and employer, but I have easily come to bring in that I have a life that just could not be more satisfying or gratifying. I love my life and all the short dangerous undertaking that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a little bit of hair that grows on my ramification, I have no body hair below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with small ( ish ), irreverent white meat that have humble halo and giant nipples. When they're hard Jon says they're like chapel hat pegs. I have a courteous firm, directly tummy with a pubic bone that does deposit out a bit. In my slit sassing I have 2 fiddling gold rings that Jon put in me. My clit is very prominent and is usually sticking out between my lips. It's about an inch long with a niggling cycle nous. Jon sometimes calls it my trivial peter. I don't own any bra, drawers, trousers, legging or short ; and 90 % of my skirts and frock can be described as mini or micro. I used to be a very shy female child, but I've now gone completely the other way, and get a great flush from letting other people see my body.

I hope that's enough to fulfill the citizenry who asked.

Jon told me to stop 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 idea for minuscule adventures or incidents that we could manufacture to have some fun. We've found one or two stories that appear to be slightly rewritten written matter of some of the text in my journal, 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 diary. At commencement I was a bit harried about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that someone thought our adventure were trade good enough to re-create. I've started thinking that way as well.

Me on CD in Havana

Right, 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 coming together and I was expecting to spend virtually of the time by hotel kitty or on a beach ). Jon decided that I would wear just a coat and place until we got onto the plane so off we set with Jon driving down to Heathrow. Once the car got tender I had to unfasten my coat and hold back it widely unfastened. No excitement on the journey ( it was sinister ), but Jon did get me to founder him a blowjob half way down the M40.

No problems going through the airport either, Jon got me to remove my twat 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 footling bundle. He told me to take it to the toilet and put it on. It contained one of my lose weight cotton mini-dresses and one of my remote controlled vibe. As I put that in I got a bit wet with the expectation 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 fundament ( middle one of three ) the fair sex on the other face of my seat looked at me and I saw her eyebrows rise as I leaned over Jon. I guess that she'd noticed that the top of my dress was hanging down ( it's a bit baggy, especially as I never fasten the top two buttons ) and she must have seen my breasts. As I sat down I made sure that my dress wasn't between my puss and the place. I didn't want to get off the plane with a big wet patch on the vertebral column of my dress.

The fair sex 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 retentive flight.

It was about 30 minute of arc before Jon gave me the first blast from the vibe. He'd waited until a few mo after the fair sex next to me started talking to me again. She was a bit of a uppish bitch who fancied herself. She started telling me about herself and her servants, how it was nice to get them to run around after her. When Jon switched the vibe on it caught me by surprise a bit and I gasped and grabbed the prat arms. Both Jon and the woman asked me if I was all right 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 hunky-dory than you Master."

After a few seconds the woman said,"Your husband seems to care for you a lot."Oh, he's not my married man, he's my sea captain, and yes, he does give 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 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."Pity,"she said, looking at me with a funny but naughty saying on her face. She was staring at my legs and light 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 lord,"I repeated,"I'm forbidden, to come to anyone else, or have anyone sense of touch me unless my Master Tell me to it."

Just then Jon interrupted and asked me if I wanted a drink. I said,"Yes please, I'm starting to get a bit warm."With that he switched the vibe off. I guessed that he'd realised that the vibe was starting to do its job. Jon got me a trash 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 clit of my apparel weren't fastened, Jon had undone them while I was dreaming about him fucking me on a gorgeous beach with about half a XII people watching us. There was then only four release left fastened. If it hadn't been for the rear in battlefront of me and the fact that I was in the center place of three, I would have had a minor problem of masses being able to see my bald pubes.

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

My pussycat was quite wet, and Jon must induce heard the womanhood 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 booze with my meal.

The rest of the escape was quite uneventful - unless you call 2 sexual climax 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 unknown, knowing smiles.

It was grotesque getting off the aeroplane into a very warm, pacify breeze.

When we arrived at the Hotel it was great, very big and posh, our room was on the fifteenth floor and had a outstanding view 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 last 24 hours.

Sunday

Next morning, my birthday, Jon woke me up by playing with my pussy for a piece then lifting my legs over his shoulder and ramming his tool 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 catch some Z's through that, and Jon knows that.

It was just a light, thin cotton wool skirt and cockeyed metro top for me to breakfast, and Jon's juices running down my branch and onto the restaurant behind. The bird is very short circuit 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 comfortable to evidence cos I don't have any haircloth there.

After breakfast we went for a foresightful manner of walking, it was majuscule feeling the warmth of the sun. Jon had to go and meet a business node in the afternoon so I spent it by the hotel pool. I wore a Wicked Weasel bikini that Jon got over the internet from Australia that's so minor that a set Aid would report more than. The cloth is so thin that you can see the different colour of my teat and it hugs every form of my tornado and protruding clit.

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

That evening Jon took me to a posh restaurant for a big birthday dinner. taper, wine, the lot. I was wearing cipher but a very little, ashen backless attire and shoes, the back 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 cypher on underneath. I was one-half expecting Jon to secernate me to bust a vibe or Ben Wa or something, but he didn't. Instead he got me wino and had to half carry me back to the hotel.

Monday

Jon was gone when I woke-up and I grabbed a nursing bottle of water supply 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 skirt and top ( no bed ) and went to a fast food for thought berth next door for some breakfast before going for a swim in the hotel syndicate. I'd only gone back to the room to collect a towel, not to put anything else on, so I had the pleasure of swimming virtually bottomless. The property seemed more relaxed and I flashed a duo of the server by lifting my knees up on the sun reclining chair as they walked towards me. One waiter even went round the pool and came back for a second aspect. He adjusted the chairs and loungers near my foot so that he could get a longer flavor. To pay back him I opened my wooden leg a bit. I smiled at him as well, but he only saw my low-spirited back talk smiling at him.

That afternoon I decided to go to the hotel gym. I needed to get some use, and besides, I'd seen a overnice 6 pack go in there and I wanted to loosen him a bit. I took a pair of Jon's unlined running short circuit and a crop top with me to wear. The underdrawers are way too big for me, so they leave my cunt well exposed when I open my ramification. I managed to have a bit of fun and left the place with a yoke 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 piano sofa that we almost disappeared into. My bum was lower than my knees and as I never cross my legs, just about everyone who walked passed and looked could see my kitty-cat. We got amazing service from the same waiter who stared at me by the pool. poor people bloke, his pant must have been real uncomfortable that Night.

Tues

Jon arranged for me to go on one of those sightseeing tours. I suppose it was interesting, but a bit drilling 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 rival my leg. I know it was my break for letting him look up my doll, 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 try, 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 thirster 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 program to a guest there and they were having problems with their net connection and they weren't convinced that they'd manage to download it on time. He'd arranged for me to choose a written matter over there just in case. I was a little nervous as I'd never flown on my own, nor been to a extraneous 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 drome and wait until about 2 pm when the Santiago de Chile trajectory got in. The client would find me. I'd give him a CD and then catch the 3:40 pm flight back. When I asked Jon how the man would roll in the hay which woman to draw close he laughed and told me that there wouldn't be many slim down, blond white girls there showing band of build.

We had a placidity night in the hotel bar.

Wednesday

Next cockcrow we were up early. Jon told me to wear one of my light, brusque cotton fiber ‘ A'bird and slim down white halter-top. The chick is a low slung one that relies on the size of my pelvic arch and belly to abide up. I did superintend to lose it once when I really held my stomach 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 shoes, sunglass and my Ben Wa Balls ( Jon's lodge ).

After breakfast Jon gave me my slate, the CD, some money, and put me in a taxi to the drome. Before he shut the taxi doorway he gave both my nipples a pinch and said,"Don't get your Stanford 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 little tingle between my legs.

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

The scant flight was uneventful except for the vibrations of the plane bouncing Ben about a bit. It was a unspoilt job that I'd made sure that my skirt wasn't between my pussy and the seat.

It was still ahead of time when I got to Havana so I went to a snack bar and had a coffee before walking over to the domesticated airport. The master airport was quite nice, but the domesticated airdrome is a bit of a run-down trash dump. I wasn't looking forward to the long 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 recommendation and traveling papers. After he'd looked at them he pointed his gun at me and directed me to an office staff that had a man, who looked as if he could be a police sergeant, working on a PC. The guard duty who took me there said some matter to the sergeant then left.

The sergeant kept me waiting for long time before finally looking up at me. His English wasn't as good as the guard who had taken me there. He told me that there was a job 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 unusual and that a beautiful blond missy, on her own, coming into the country was strange. He said that he would induce 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 drear, 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 skillful sounding, apologetic sergeant. When he said that he'd have to search me I have to admit that I got a lilliputian 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 manpower on my promontory and spread my legs. He then ran his fingers through my hair and then ran his hands all over the sleep of me, and I mean all over me. My nipples tingled as he lingered on my breasts, and when he ran his hand up my left hand leg he stopped utter when he realised that I wasn't wearing any knickers. He brought his hand up to his typeface and looked at my pussycat succus on the side of meat of his hand for a bit before running his hired hand up my other leg. This time he lingered at my slit before putting the palm of his hand on my pubic bone and putting a finger's breadth slightly inside me. I shuddered and nearly came but he removed his hired 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 companionship 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 true ), and after a few s 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 police force about erotica in this country, and you have just broken them."I hadn't a hint what he was talking about until he turned the monitor rung so that I could see what he was looking at.

It was a video of me on our ‘ fucking machine ’. For any readers that haven't read role 6 of my journal, the ‘ fucking machine'is a machine that Jon got someone to build in the rachis chamber, or ‘ penalty'room at home. My work force are tied above my head teacher and the machine raises then lowers me onto a dildo over and over again.

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

As I watched, the video ended and with a 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 rump and pussy as I counted the stroking out trashy. At 30 I could clearly hear myself moaning with pleasure as I had a fantastic orgasm.

When that video ended the sergeant looked up at me and said,"Maybe I'd intimately search you a bit more thoroughly, consider your top off,"he said. I didn't respond promptly enough and he shouted,"Now."He sounded furious and I wasn't about to get him more upset so I took my deal off my question, un-tied and off my top. My pap were really hard and tingling.

The sergeant-at-law stared at me for a spell 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 real problem keeping from moaning with pleasure.

After a few mo of this he stood back and said,"Now the skirt !"What pick did I get ? My only real care was that he might fuck me and pay me some atrocious disease. Jon doesn't get too confused if men ( or womanhood ) force me to do things just so long as I don't let them fuck me. Not that I would have had much option this fourth dimension, I was on my own with a man that had a gun strapped to his waist.

Anyway, I unfastened my annulus and stepped out of it. I was totally naked. The serjeant-at-law told me to put my hands back on my psyche and counterpane my legs again. Of course of action I did. He then started to slip his custody all over my tail and pussy. He spent a lot of clip feeling my bald pubic hill, 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 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 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 manus. 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 bone again. This prison term when his finger went into me there was no resistance, it went straight in. He moved it all around inside me. I couldn't avail it ; I let out a moan 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 pall. I could see him doing something and it sounded like he was undoing his pant. I thought ‘ orthodontic braces yourself girl ’.

The side by side thing I felt was a finger going into my ass. It waggled daily round and pushed quite hard into me. Then it came out. A few minute later I felt a pollex going into my ass and a finger going into my pussy. I was then lifted up by that hand. That hurt.

He moved me about a bit then pulled his paw out and tell me to stand up and turn and face him. I then had to spread my stage again and put my deal on my head. He then went beat to the desk and got out this lump of plastic with 2 alloy 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 match of arcminute before coming up to me and rubbing the gimmick up and down my front. He was saying something about not wanting women like me in the rural area, but I wasn't really listening to him. Every time the device went over my boob or broken stomach I got a tingling in my teat and puss. It wasn't from the device ; it was just where it was being rubbed. I could finger my juices starting to run down the interior of my legs.

Then it happened, the device was on my right mamilla when I got this incredibly strong pain in the ass all over. I've had the odd 240-volt shock by accident at home before, but this was like 100 of times stronger. My knees buckled and I screamed out in pain. Somehow I managed to ride out on my feet, but I'm not sure how. After the initial pain my nipple was rock hard and hurting like blaze. My pussy was responding too, I could feel an coming coming on.

referee of my journal will eff that pain is something that gives me delight, the Sir Thomas More the botheration, the more the pleasure.

I looked at the serjeant-at-law and saw the smile on his face, and the protrusion in his trousers.

The stun gun moved to my give nipple 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 teat then to the other prong. This fourth dimension I did collapse to the floor. The incredible pain in the neck took me over the bound and I moaned and shook as I had one of the effective climax that I'd had for weeks.

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

The new safety device had a good facial expression at me then explored my white meat and snatch with his hands. When he touched my mammilla and clit I just about came again. My coolness were harder than they've ever been before.

The serjeant-at-law told me to lie on my back on the desk. When I was there he told me to put my hands on my mind, and to open my pegleg again. By that clock time my puss was gaping open and I could feel their breather inside my kettle of fish as they bent down for a close look.

I felt the stun gun prongs on my clitoris and got scared. I know that my pussy can necessitate being whipped, but I didn't think that it could rent 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 burn off lead football. I'm sure that I was squirting cum out over the desk. I was shaking and sweating for what seemed like time of day. I vaguely remember seeing the big grinning on the two men's faces.

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

The third clock time it happened I just felt a bit of annoyance then the next 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 higher-ranking as they jumped when she shouted something at them.

The men grabbed my implements of war and dragged me out of the way and out into the open air. My wrists were tied together and the Mexican valium was slung over a beam at the side of the edifice. I was pulled-up until my feet just touched the land. Mexican valium were tied to my ankles and my legs were pulled apart.

I've spent many hours restrained in that position so I didn't need to try to bear out my weight on my substructure. I was too knackered anyway. You get used to being having small pedigree going to your hands, and your shoulders get used to the pain.

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

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

After a minute or so I started to direct in where I was. I was at the side of some sort of serve route to the airdrome. There was what looked like airport doer walking up and down the road and the odd lorry going passed. The road was about 3 meter from where I was and almost of the departure people were looking over towards me. near just looked and kept walking, but a few stopped for a while and had a good look.

After about an hour or so some teenagers ( boys and girls ) saw me and came over to me. They were talking to each early, but I couldn't understand what they were saying. Eventually one of the male child put a hand on my unexpended tit. When he touched the mamilla I winced, it was VERY legal tender and still rock hard. His hand pulled back for a second but soon came back, and had a good grope. The hand then went down to my os pubis and he gave a slight smile as he held my bald loins. Only for a second base though because it soon went in between my stage and into my slit. When he touched my clitoris I really winced and tried to get out back. My button still felt like a burning football.

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

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

A couple of hours later a dirty, scruffy man came up to me. He looked like a vagabond, and a slightly retarded one at that. He had a expert grope as well, and even got his dick out and tried to get it to reach my pussycat. He didn't appear to have the sense ( fortunately ) to recognize that he'd have to have something to abide on to get high enough.

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

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

By the time the sentry go finally untied me I was getting a picayune sun-burned. They gave me my wearing apparel and told me to put them on. It was a bit difficult because my branch and deal were numb from having hung by my wrist joint for hours.

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

The escape 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 thirsty and drank quite a lot of water and beer on the flight.

When I got back to the hotel Jon was waiting in reception for me. He knew something was wrong because he'd had a sound call from his client. When he'd been unable to notice me he'd asked around and heard that a blond, white girl had been arrested. He'd decided to get out of there as soon as he could.

Jon took me up to our elbow room then inspected the ‘ damage ’. 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 sensible. I did cum when Jon inspected my clit and then retrieved Ben. After that he told me to take a ‘ aplomb'bathtub - which didn't help - apart from feeling scavenge again.

It was late ( ish ) that night when Jon took me to a restaurant with me wearing just my red enmesh attire and high school heels. It was a trade good job that I don't wear underwear as they would suffer been quite obvious. Wearing nothing under it looks a lot more obvious. We got lots of tending from the waiters but I was too commonplace to relish it.

Thursday

Jon let me sleep until 8:00 am. When I woke up the sun was shining, the curtains were wide-cut open and Jon had taken the cover off me. I turned my head and looked out of the windowpane to see a man on a balcony in the hotel opposite. He was staring straight at me.

There was a roast on the doorway 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 hellhole !'I thought and opened the door in the nude painting. The looking on the waiter's fount was priceless. Jon had ordered breakfast and the waiter wheeled it in and set it up on the mesa. All the time he kept looking over to me. I just stood and watched, still holding the room access extensive open.

A Brigham Young couplet 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 check and walked up to me and held his hand out. When I realised what he wanted I walked over to where my bag was. It was on the floor so I bent at the waist and gave him a great vista of my kitty-cat as I slowly got some money out. When I stood up I saw Jon standing in the toilet door watching with a big grinning on his face. The server 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 old day, so Jon told me I could go shopping.

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

I went for a taxi and asked to be taken to the dear plaza that had tons of clothes store. It didn't take long and I was soon slowly walking through the shopping centre getting a measure for what was there. Wow, Miami has some capital shop class, and just about everything I saw was cheaper than in the UK.

I started in a lingerie shop and bought a parapraxis that I'll be able to get into 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 eccentric that you can easily adjust the ‘ waist'so that they feel as if they are about to fall down any 2d. Of course I had to take my dress off to try the doll on and the changing carrel didn't have a mirror in it. It looked as if it did at one sentence because there were screws that looked as if they'd held a mirror in place once. So, to see what the skirt looked like on I had to go out into the chief boutique are. The young little girl did a double yield 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 skirt looked estimable on me and watched her heart as she said it looked with child. Her oculus never even looked at the bird ; they were glued to my swollen nipples. I have to let in, my nipples are big ( not like the rest of my tits ) at the near of clip, but they were like Jon's thumb ends after the stun gun.

I turned away from her and she stopped daydreaming. She started to say something about me not being out in the main shop 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 assist. After a promptly mentation I said,"Yes"and she followed me into the cubicle. Before she's closed the drapery I dropped the doll I was wearing, much to the joy of a man that had come over to see if he'd actually seen a braless woman.

The girl stared at me again, this time down at my bald pussy. I let her for a few minute before asking her to pass me one of the other skirts. She woke-up again, said sorry, and got one for me. To interrupt the secretiveness I told her that I never wear underwear and hoped that she didn't nous. She said no, and told me that she didn't either. And just to prove it, she lifted her skirt at the presence to reveal a nicely trimmed chaparral."Much nicer being rid isn't it ?"she said."Absolutely"I replied.

I gave her the skirt back and asked her to put in on me for me, she seemed a slight surprised, but unfastened it and crouch down holding it open for me to step into it. As I did she saw my swollen button and said,"That looks painful."“ It is"I said,"it needs some TLC"wondering if she'd military volunteer. She didn't and when both legs were in she slit the doll up to my hips. The skirt fastened at the front and her easy gentle hands felt good on my venter as she slowly fastened it. I slid it down onto my hip joint and said,"Let's go and see what it looks like."She started to say something, but I eased passed her and out to where the 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 fabric down. I told her that I wanted to see if I could get it any crushed so I adjusted the fastener and pulled it down on my pelvic girdle again."Oops !"I said as the skirt slid too far down my hips and down to the floor. Needless to say I didn't Benjamin Rush after it, in fact I looked over at the man and the young lady to cause sure as shooting that they were looking before I stepped out of it and bent ( at the waistline ) to foot it up. The man got a nifty vista of my pussy and I felt a bit of a rush of succus as I looked between my legs to watch him watching me.

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

I tried-on the third skirt with the girl fiddling round the top of the cracking 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 foiled when I appeared with my dress on.

I bought the first bird that I tried-on, it felt good, looked well, could easily blow up in the idle words, and could easily be adjusted so that it wouldn't take much for it to light down.

From there I went for a coffee at a café in open area of shopping mall. I sat there right next to where batch of citizenry were walking towards me. I never cross my legs, but with my painful egotistical clit I needed to afford it spate of way so that it didn't hurt more. I noticed one old man go round three prison term to get to see more. When I saw him coming the third time 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 cupful of coffee before I finally moved on.

Next I decided to go up and down the escalator a few times. I wanted to make a few men's balls ache and maybe get a few wet patched on the front line of their trousers.

I know, I'm a real vexer.

I spotted one man following me up a brace of times ; he had this bag that had foresightful handles so the bag was nearly on the level. I thought I saw a video camera pointing up out of it so I thought I'd make 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 animal foot about a foot apart. Half way up I lifted my leave foot up a step and leaned forward to rub my foot. I looked back down my side and saw the bag virtually in between my legs. I saw a red illumination in the bag as well.

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

Next it was the obligatory brake shoe shop class. There's no way I can go shopping without flashing my pussy to some prosperous male person shoe store assistant, and by that clock time it was a very damp pussy. I waited around just looking until this youth 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 finale to cumming as I was.

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

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

Friday

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

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

After breakfast Jon told me we were going for a walk. I had to go and alter into what is basically 3 rectangles of stuff. The one that goes over my breasts is held with 2 cords, one round my neck and the early beat my body, a bit like a two-piece top, but totally unfitted. The other 2 rectangles cover my bum and pussy. A electric cord goes flesh out my pelvic arch to concur them in place. When Jon got me to make it he got me to include a detachable cord that goes in between my ramification to the bottom of the rectangles. It's to stop the front or back blowing right hand up. As it turned out that cord stopped a few people seeing my bum and pussy because it was quite verbose that day. Jon also got me to carry a yoke of small towels - just in case.

After walking a air mile or so Jon saw a workshop merchandising things for the beach. He went in and got us some fin, masquerade party and snorkel. He'd decided that we were going swimming.

There was no way that I could strip naked and go swimming, not there, so I had to drown wearing what I had on. The piss was cold at initiatory, 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 flavor that I really enjoy.

As I said, Jon was messing about a lot, and it was only when a man, who was also wearing a mask, spent quite a long metre getting close to me and swimming round and under me that I decided to look to see what he could see. reckon my surprise when I realised that all 3 rectangles had gone. Apart from the mask and flippers I was naked. I swam over to Jon and asked him if he knew. He told me that I'd been like that for ages, but he wasn't going to tell me.

We carried on swim and messing about for a piece longer until the man got bore 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 seduce a relocation. There was this nice hunk walking down the water edge on his own. I stood up and walked straight passed him to Jon. His face was a mental picture. Jon was just amused by it.

I dried myself and wrapped one of the towels round myself. It was way too lowly 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 peril that it would accrue down anyway.

Jon decided to get a taxi back to the hotel and the driver had a unspoilt look as I got in. At the hotel the porter got a real eyeful when he opened my door. In the lift Jon took the towel off me and gave me the fin to carry. I had to walk all along the corridor to our room totally naked except for 2 brace of flipper. A middle-aged couple looked really surprised when they came out of their room rightfulness in front of me.

We were on an evening flying back to the UK so after a cascade 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 daze gun and he'd posted it to himself. He reckoned that it stood a better chance of getting though in the billet 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 carry Ben in my bag. No metal detector 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, blue cabin crew person, to get one for me. It was so quiet, and Ben had been at work, so I got Jon's dick out and filled my mouth.

After a couple of second Jon decided that we should renew our membership of the naut mi high cabaret. I don't think that anyone saw us go into the crapper but as we were walking back to our seats a hostess walked passed us and gave me that ‘ knowing smile ’. In the stool Jon lifted me up straight away and opened my leg. Before I knew it he was pushing his dick into me. Problem was he'd forget that I was wearing Ben. He didn't injury 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 clip we landed at Heathrow.

It was the Lord's Day before my nips and clitoris were back down to their pattern size and the stun gun arrived the following Midweek. Jon keeps it on exhibit 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 time he mentions it he checks my kitty-cat and finds that I've got a bit bed wetter.

That was my first 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 skillful remembering them and getting excited as I write all the details.

love life

Vanessa