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We decided to go shopping before the zoo, my sister and I!  What a great day we had planned.  And it was going so well!  Out of the six major Thrift World Stores in the Metro area of Omaha, we hit two.  The two nicest ones with the Brand Name clothes!  One on the Northwest side of Omaha and one on the Southeast side of Omaha near the Zoo.

What a great way to end our mini camping trip that just turned in to being a mini stay at my sister's house due to the varying weather that kept popping up!  Instead of staying at the really nice free camp grounds we stayed at my sister's house for a few days, I wasn't going to chance being caught near a big man made lake that had extermly high levels near the banks of the camp ground!

Anyway, after a GREAT haul of a summer woredrobe for both kids from two different thrift shops and then treating the kids to lunch, we headed to Henery Dooley (sp?) Zoo for a nice afternoon.  It started out great!  We hit the Jungle, the Sea Lions, the Garden of Senses, the Cat House, part of the Avaiary, the Gorrila House, the Cat Complex, the feeding time for the smaller tropical birds, the Desert Dome, and the Giaraff House.  With smaller enclousers along the way of course!  Of course pictures are on here!  Enjoy!

While we were just ouside of the New Butterfly House and the Aquareme deciding which one we were going to go in first before we started heading to the town were my van was sitting so the kids and I could head home and my sister and her kids could head home, we heard the tornado sirins go off!  Now I know why so many ppl get killed in public places during storms!  The tornado sirns go off and the majority of the Zoo visitors head for the Goddess Dayum parking lots!  I kid you not!  Well being country girls, my sister and I herd the kids to the aquarememe (sp?) house under the canapoy and bust out our cell phones.  Each of us respectively calling our hubby's, asking them why the hell neither one of them called to tell us there was a storm system heading straight at Omaha!  We informed both of them that we were heading for the storm shelters in the Fish house and we would call once the storm passed.  Then we hearded the kids towards one of the Zoo Workers holding a door open to the basement of the complex leading to the exective offices and we were one of the first groups down. 

There were a few other ppl down there already but what we found the most funny out of this was that everyone single person down there including us, were NOT from Omaha persay but from the surrounding communities and areas!  We are NOT fools!  While the main secruity guy was telling us and the few zoo workers what the plan was, he was getting reports from the weather radio and the few of us that stopped and made calls.  Then he asked us to sit tight, while he and his other crew went outside to go round up the rest of the Zoo visitors and get them inside various zoo complexes till the storm passed.

We had a couple of upset kids of course, my daughter being one of them, and a lot of upset ppl, including ball players that stuck around after the College World Series before they went home.  Those of us from the midwest were laughing and joking and calming the kids down.  We kept telling everyone that we are in one of the safest buildings and don't worry about the animals they know what to do and the zoo workers were making sure they were safe also.  Once all the zoo workers got in the main secruity guy came back in to our basement and said it was pitch black out and winds up to 90-100 miles per hour and they would not know if a tornado hit till after it was clear out.  The lights did go out and thankfull the generator kicked on right away.

After we got the okay to clear out and leave the zoo, we got some pictures of the damage done in side the zoo.  Down trees and one of the heavy glass safety entrance doors to the Wild Kingdom Palliviallion was completely blown off and laid gently down in front of the Pavillion!  I missed that picture! There was hail everywhere!  We had to make our way out of the Eastern Side of Omaha back towards the I-10 exit so we could head to Freemont NE which is an hour Northeast of Omaha, where my van was sitting!  Damage everywhere!  While driving the news said, the Art Festival got hit hard downtown Omaha, there was a boat taken off of a dock in the Missiouri and was dropped on the roof of a house, trees blocking roads, and down electrical poles all over Omaha downtown/metro area!  We stopped on the outskirts of town to feed the kids and the Taco Johns we hit had running TVS.  The area heading to Fremont NE was hit hard also and a semi rig was entangled in electrical wires!  Cars of the road, rigs off the road, and major damage.  This system worked its way into IA and massive damage and two killed on the IA side.

We got detoured outside of a town between Omaha and Fremont due to massive damage and accidents.  Where I got a phone call from Randy when he got home.  My dog Spud died during the day yesterday!  Randy was upset and of course the kids and I were very upset also, but we also knew the dog was going to end up dying on us.  Spud was the dog with the unknown seizures.  At first Randy thought he somehow choked while he was outside on the chain but when he went up to examine Spud, there was plenty of slack in the chain and the collar would have slipped right off of his neck (we made sure that it could slip off if he was caught up when running or on the chain if something would have happened).  The way Spud was laying and his facial features, you could tell he had a massive siezure.  So trying to find our way on back country roads and county paved hiways we didn't know to get back into Fremont, we had upset kids and nobody was out directing the traffic.  My sister and I again being country girls said fuck it and got on a country road and started heading towards the sun because Northwest was where we wanted to head.  We picked up a truck in front of us from our home area just a different county and he had the same idea.  We got rerouted via the roads with no help from anyone due to big trees, silos, fencing, and other debries in the mushy gravel roads!  A normal 1 hour drive from Omaha to Fremont took 2 hours!

Once we got to a lil town Southeast of Fremont which would have been the quickest route we got denied by a State Trooper directing traffic.  Nobody was allowed into town where a small lake was surrounded wiht houses and such due to the damage!  They weren't letting anyone through not even family members of the town or land owners with no houses.  Ambulances and Fire trucks were all over the town and two of the rural fire trucks were making their way towards the other road leading to Fremont.  We just turned around and followed the fire trucks into Fremont.  Finally!  Fremont NE had no major damage.  Some trees down and some windows broken but no major damage.  Then we pull up into the truck stop where we left my van.  I got a lovely suprise!  My rear windsheild was blown out or a rock got kicked up in the storm!  I have no rear windshield now!  Nothing was stolen.  But everything was glass covered clear up to the front seat and everything was water logged!  Thank GODS I had what ever paperwork I did have in there in sacks and covered up!  My Leadership Manual alone would have cost me 100 some dollars to replace if it got water logged or damaged somehow!

So I called Randy yet again and told him we FINALLY made it into Fremont but I would be still a lot later because we had to clean up the glass and find places for the kdis to sit with out getting cut up!  Thankfull we were able to pull a couple of the pillows from underneith my tent that dind't have glass on it and give those to the kids to sit on.  My sister handed over one of her towels so I could sit on it while driving.  And then we rearrange the back so none of my Thrift shop finds, my tents, sleeping bags, blankets, pillows, or other camping gear would go flying out for my hour drive home!  I ended up pulling over twice on the way home to rearrange my back but FINALLY my normal two hour drive ended up being a 4 hour and 45 minute drive and we made it home at 8:45pm.  where we promptly unloaded the van and shop vaccued it out so I could get some plastic on the windshield due to more storms coming this weekend.

After we got that done, we gave Spud my Fat Man Dog a burial worthy of a King.  See we couldn't bury him.  The ground is too wet and his smell would draw the local wild dog pack and the local coyote pack.  Not to mention all the other wild critters int he area.  So we took my lovely burn pile Randy made up for me this weekend and gave Spud a Funeral Pry.  We didn't want any other anmals digging him up and eating on him.  Randy loaded him on the bonfire and I threw some sage, cedar chips, and sweet grass all over Spud and we said a lil blessing for him and said our goodbyes.

Now today, I get to call his old family and inform them that he is gone.  I am doing laundry from the back of my van and going to take the kids down to my girl's house because they are still stressed from last night.  A lil fun down at Aunties house and coming home about the time Daddy gets home from work will do them good. 

Now I am off to throw another sleeping bag into the wash!  Pictures to come after this post!

As the guests stood only a few feet away, the small petite blond reached behind her back and unfastened her corset as she stepped onto the pedestal.  She stood casually as the corset dropped to the floor. She bent forward, unhooked her stockings and rolled them down, reached behind her and the garter belt came off. With shining blue eyes and a shy smile, she didn’t hesitate, but put her fingers under the waistline of her thong and slipped it down and stepped out of it.  She stood and raised her hands and ruffled her short blond hair, giggled and squealed as she faced the crowd.

“May I introduce Belle”  Her master stood just out of the spotlight and motioned to her.   Short blond hair cut just below her ear, bright blue eyes and fair skin, she blushed under the focused light.  Her breasts were modest, full and well shaped . . . her nipples were a heightened pink, un-pierced and erect.  Painted toenails, shapely legs to the curve of her hips, and slim waist.  Her cunt was shaved and waxed and she slid her finger playfully between her labia hinting how wet she was.  She looked into the crowd, bravely making eye contact to see where they were looking, and quickly looked away.

“I am offering Belle to the top three bids. She will do anything you require of her”  

At his offer, she lowered her eyes and stood quietly with her hands folded in front of her. She felt her cunt swelling and closed her eyes and took a deep breath, waiting for her master’s commands.

“Present” 

She dropped slowly to her knees keeping them comfortably apart where her cunt could be easily seen, bent forward slightly, arched her back pushing her breasts forward, folded her hands behind her and lowered her eyes. 

“Kneel up”

Belle raised up on her knees and spread them apart a bit further, placed her hands directly behind her head, straightened her back and squared her shoulders and then leaned back at a slight angle.  Her breasts were raised, nipples firm and tempting. Continuing to look from her breasts, to her flat tummy, soft creamy Mons, her slit was parted slightly, and as she leaned back a bit more to push her cunt forward, you could see her pussy and the inner labia extending sweetly.  She blushed deeply as she heard a whispered comment and pushed her hips forward a bit more ever so slightly.  In this position she was posed beautifully, open and available for use.

“Open Belle”

She kept her eyes lowered and smiled shyly and blushed as she turned her back to the crowd bent over, on her knees, with her head on the pedestal, spread her legs apart. She then reached behind her and spread her cheeks with both hands.  She whimpered just a little as she held herself open.  Her cunt opened clearly, and under the focus of the spotlight her softest skin glistened with the wet flow of her and it was easy to see how wet she was.  

Her soft fair white skin turned deeply pink between her labia, her ass was fair to modest pink and as she relaxed visibly, she whimpered again listening to the whispered praises of several of the guests.  Her master stepped up and as she held herself open, parted her cheeks a bit more and spread her inner labia opening her cunt further, to the praise of several bidders.

Several of the guests approached closer, having her master leave her open for their viewing.  She whimpered again, but not in protest, and was rewarded by her master putting his fingers in her cunt more, showing her clit as he massaged it for the pleasure of the onlookers. He then pushed his fingers firmly against her ass opening her, and inserting glass plug into her ass.  She pushed against the plug, then shivered as she came hard and whispered. Her master released her and she curled up with her legs tucked under her, then knelt again under the spotlight for the bidders to inspect her further. 

“What will happen now?”   She held her hand on top of his, opened her legs a bit more and guided him to pet between her lips.  He pulled slightly on the clip chain and wet his fingers.

“She’ll go into the vanity room and service the ones who buy her. Do anything they wish. The other vanity rooms will be used should someone else take the pedestal, or perhaps other displays . . . do you want to watch?”

“ . . . yes . . .  please . . . yes . . .  “

The penthouse door opened to a spacious room with an open foyer where they were greeted by a young man in a black, silver and red vinyl army Captain’s uniform of classic European fashion, complete with stiletto boots, officer’s cap, and riding crop. He didn’t bother to look at the invitation verification, snapped to attention with a smart salute, eyes forward with a bright smile of recognition.   

With a snap of his fingers, his aide, a young man with shoulder length white blond hair, appeared from around the desk. He wore only a heavy leather chest harness, leather cuffs and a collar, each with rings for easy attachment and binding. Around his waist was a modest leather apron angle cut so that an erection would push it to the side, with a thong running, like hers, between and around his legs to the waistband.  She giggled as she noticed that he had the same adjustable nipple clips with the chain running down his belly as she did.

“We’re twins!”  She smiled as she let him peek at the clips and squealed as he pulled his apron aside and showed how his was attached to his pierced cock and Prince Albert.  She noticed the welts, the same length and width of the riding crop, could be seen running across his thighs and cock.

They were both giggling when he got a very sharp whack with the riding crop across his bare butt.  His eyes flashed for a second and he smiled at her and rolled his eyes, making her laugh more.   He asked their drink orders and went sharply to retrieve them, bowing and backing away on tippy toes very dramatically.  The Captain, adjusting his vinyl uniform and caressing his riding crop, raised an eyebrow and dismissed his aide away. She was blushing red from laughing and did her best to stand quietly still.

“There are four vanity rooms for this evening sir. The pedestal is the center piece in front of the main balcony. Did you have any others in your party?”

“Yes two”   

The Captain took her hand and held it high, twirling her.  He kissed her on each cheek, and gave her his card according to European military protocol. “At your service miss”

She blushed again and curtsied ever so slightly.

They made their way through the other guests when ‘the aide’ arrived with their drinks.  She sipped and took a deep breath, smelling the caterer’s food tables.
”Are you hungry?” 

“Ohh yes, please”  She smiled sweetly for reading her mind and kissed him lightly. He motioned again to the aide who appeared promptly and accepted her leash.

“May I ask why you were asked to hold my leash?”  She asked the aide and slipped him sips of her drink.

“So no one will bother you. No one would be so rude to touch your leash, but there are those who would take an opportunity to see if you were available.”
”I see, I think”

“He’s making it clear that you are not available. Everyone will notice this little gesture”

She raised her head and straightened her back, holding her drink in front of her and waited patiently on her leash for him and hoping the aide was right and others did notice the gesture  . . . and smiled thinking of him.

He returned with food, and Perrier, accepted her leash and gave his card to the aide who would be rewarded later for his courtesy.  He led her to a small corner alcove where she could see the rest of the room.  He fed her bites of kabob, couscous, pita and olives.  She watched the crowd throughout the room.  The vinyl fetishes stood out with the bright colored PVC, one with a stark white PVC nurses uniform with a red cross, the ladies wearing tight corsets, thongs, garters and stockings.  The leather boys and leather ladies and the pony girls. 

He motioned to ‘the aide’ again, handed over her leash and had him escort her to refresh herself.   She was led to one of the master bathrooms where ‘the aide’ held her leash high indicating for her to stand still as he unfastened her dress, undressed her and carefully released the clamps on her nipples and clit.  She blushed and they both giggled a little as he adjusted the harness loosening the front straps, where she could sit then freshen herself but keeping the dildo in place. 

She modestly sat, and stared into his eyes as he held her leash.  She stood again, washed, checked herself and turned and stood silently in front of him as he adjusted her harness so her cunt was properly presented, reattached all three clips, adjusted them for comfort and redressed her.

“All better now?”  the aide, checked her again to  make sure she was perfect

“Yes, very. Thank you kind sir”  She wondered if he noticed she was wet from his attention when he reconnected the clip to her hood.

He presented her back to her master, accepted two more cards and returned them to The Captain, who gave him a hard whack with his crop for a job well done.  She sat close and offered a kiss and parted her legs slightly as he peeled her dress back from her legs and ran his finger down the silver chain to her clit and stroked her.  She glanced to see a few guests looking at him petting her, her thighs were wet, her clit was throbbing and she covered his mouth with hers  . . .

A few moments later, the lights dimmed slightly and a spotlight appeared over the pedestal and she looked up to see a very pretty blond with short hair step up . . .

The Town Car headed down Santa Monica Boulevard, speeded onto the freeway taking the exit towards Marina Del Rey.  She was curious about the munch, and didn’t know what to expect, but since he’d taken the time to shave her pussy she guessed that at some point she would be available for his viewing pleasure, and possibly others.

Arriving at the tall aqua-blueish luxury high rise apartments was discrete.  She felt a flush of modesty as the valet opened her door and she took his hand to step out.  She watched his eyes as her dress slid back uncovering her legs revealing she wasn’t wearing panties. The slim silver serpentine chain could be seen clearly running down from her tummy between her legs.  The harness tightened, spreading her labia as she opened her legs and rose out of the car.  The sting of embarrassment caused her to blush as the valet got a good view of her open pink cunt and the clip attached to her clit. 

Unsure and a bit disoriented, she straightened her posture, stiffening her back and raising her head.  She felt her confidence return when he offered her his arm and whispered how beautiful she was, kissed her neck and repeated the word, . . . “beautiful” . . . and how struck the valet was at seeing her legs.   She giggled and felt her nipples tingle as a wave of heat flushed over her, smiling thinking she did feel beautiful, and very wicked.

He had kept his hands to himself in the car letting her relax, and her imagination occupy her thoughts. As they rode the elevator to the top floor, he held her close and ran his finger over her nipples and then pulled gently on the chain as he kissed her, sending a sweet jolt to her clit.  He reached into his pocket and pulled out a thin black leather Chevron collar and fastened it around her neck. Her eyes glowed and she felt properly sinful, feeling the snug fit.  When they stepped out of the elevator she was flushed, her nipples hard against the fabric of her dress and her pussy getting wet from anticipation, and what might happen next . . . She ran her tongue across her lips to heighten the gloss and held her head high.

Following the corridor, they turned the corner and she giggled with delight as two women, totally clad in PVC vinyl, greeted them.  Perched on impossibly high stilettos, the first woman was dressed in lipstick red skin tight PVC that began at her ankles, and continued to cover her completely including a face mask that showed only her eyes and matching red lips. Her bust line was exaggerated with cones that came to a sharp point, and there was padding between her legs that was shaped like huge labia.  Her violet eyes seemed to shine as she smiled at them and checked the list for his name. When she turned you could see the seam was open where her ass was exposed. Elevated by the stilettos, she could be bent forward for easy access by anyone wanting her.  

The second woman was also dressed in all vinyl, shiny black and much much less of it.  Her shoes were tall platforms shaped like horses hoofs and had a series of buckles wrapping her ankles. Nude except for her equine-style fashion, the ponygirls' harness ran between her legs opening her shaved, pierced cunt for easy view and access, up her back forcing her shoulders back then circled her breasts lifting them forcing her pierced nipples fully out.  Her headdress consisted of large horse shaped ears and mask with a bit strapped tightly in her mouth. Her reigns were loosly braided, tied with a leather thong running down her back and the thought occurred that they would make good straps for disciplining the pony.   As she greeted them she held her hands perched like a horse rising, whinnied in greeting, nodding her head up and down.  Having a valet seeing your pussy with a clamp attached to your clit didn’t seem like anything compared to what he was missing upstairs.   She returned the girls’ smile and squealed with delight and giggles as the ponygirl turned and trotted ahead of them . . . with her long tail attached to a dildo inserted in her ass and connected to the straps running between her legs, opening her cunt more as she trotted ahead . . .

She heard the techno music pulsing before the door to the private residence was opened to them  . . . squealed and giggled again, holding her hands up, nodding her head and whinnieing  like the ponygirl as she turned and opened the door for them . . .