Tokens of Love 4: A Traditional Marriage

When we returned to the compound the next day, it was strangely deserted with no sign of Enrico and Doctor Rombossi. When I asked Luisa why, she looked at me coolly and advised me not to get involved in the family business.

Later, I was also surprised to find that I was to sleep in a small room adjoining Luisa’s bedroom. How was I going to consummate the marriage, I thought? My mouth opened to ask why but I shut it quickly when I saw the hard look in my lovely bride’s eyes. With the challenge ahead of me of accumulating five tokens, I didn’t want to be accused of another temper tantrum and kept my mouth shut.

My tasks were allocated to me and I began work around the house while Luisa flew to New York with Veronica for a ‘shopping honeymoon’ as they called it. I thought seriously about asking why I couldn’t join them but, remembering the cane, I kept that question to myself and completed all my chores around the deserted compound.

As I worked around the house, I caught glimpses of myself in the many mirrors and blushed at the sight of my baldhead. At least, it would grow back, I thought, not like my body hair. Luisa and Veronica returned after a few days and I was deliriously happy to see my bride, excited of the prospects of gaining a token quickly. I carried all her parcels to her room but she stopped me as I was about to enter. "Sorry, darling, you can’t come in unless you are naked. There are quite a few additional traditions in our new married life." I looked at her in dismay and she laughed prettily. "Darling, just go into your little room, take your clothes off and come back. It’s very simple."

Of course, I did just that and blushed as she smilingly looked up and down my hairless body. "So smooth, darling though I see some stubble coming back on your head. Would you like me to arrange for Roberta to stop that growing as well as your face?"

The thought of being permanently completed bald panicked me. "No, please not that." She looked at me sternly. "Goddess," I added quickly and she broke into a smile.

"All right, darling, not for now. Put the parcels there and I feel like giving my new husband a token," she added eyes twinkling and I smiled happily. Luisa sat on the bed and casually lifted her skirt and my imprisoned cock pulsed madly at the sight of her white transparent panties, garter belt and taupe stockings. Dropping to my knees, I was about to plunge my face to her crotch when she suddenly closed her legs. "No, darling, start at my feet. You can lick my toes through the nylon.

Tenderly, I removed her high heels and started to kiss her toes. Suddenly, she slid her foot into my mouth and I suckled on her five toes at once. "Still, darling," she commanded me and started moving her foot in and out of my mouth. "I’m fucking your face with my foot," she giggled. "It looks funny, darling."

After a few moments, she withdrew her foot, stood up and daintily removed her panties from under her skirt. "That made me wet darling," she said holding the wispy panties close to my face. "Look," she said, suddenly rubbing my face with the aromatic panties as she looked down at me with a smile.

That smile quickly turned to a pout. "Aren’t you going to thank me for letting you smell my panties?"

"Goddess," I rushed, "thank you for smelling your panties."

"Better," she smiled. "Now, stick out your tongue." As I did, she held it firmly between her thumb and finger. "I want this tongue to do a good job, darling,’ she said, stretching my tongue a little and then letting it go. "Where do you think I want your tongue, darling?" she smiled.

"In your pussy, Goddess," I said quickly, my cock throbbing in its chastity tube at the thought.

"Yes," she giggled. "And somewhere else. Where else, darling?"

"In your ass, Goddess?" I asked, face burning.

"Remember last time you did it for me, darling? You called it asshole then."

"In your asshole, Goddess," I murmured, bowing my head and face hot.

"That’s better, darling," she gaily said as she crawled on the bed, her ass in the air. Slowly, I crawled behind her and started to lift her skirt with my hands when she said, "No hands, darling. Just your wonderful mouth." Slowly, I eased the skirt up over her waist with my teeth, revealing her full bottom framed by the white garter belt and stockings. "I’m not as clean as I was last time, darling," she called down to me as I laid face up under her ass. "I know you won’t mind, though," she giggled softly. "You’ll do anything for a token, won’t you, darling?"

The thick fruity odour of her crotch enveloped me as I raised my face to lick but, suddenly, she sat down on me and her pussy and her ass smothered me, wrapping me in the heady and intoxicating aroma of her crotch. She was wriggling as I sucked air and thrust my tongue into her puckered hole.

Thankfully, she would rise every few moments to allow me to suck in oxygen and then would press her ample ass back onto my face. After an eternity, she rode my face to a modest orgasm and allowed me to go free.

She got off the bed, retrieved a token from her purse and placed it around my neck, my first token of married life. "That was charming, darling," she said, patting me on my baldhead. "Now," she giggled, "you’d better go wash your face. It’s a little dirty."

One of my new chores was to bring breakfast to Luisa in her room every morning and she was very particular about what should be on the menu. Naturally, according to tradition, I entered her room naked with the tray and placed it beside her bed. On the third morning, ever hopeful of gaining her attention so I might achieve a second token, I placed a small rose on the tray, next to her newspaper.

She yawned and stretched and my cock pulsed as I ogled her rolling breasts through her white negligee but she ignored the rose and sipped her coffee instead as she absently glanced at the newspaper headlines. Suddenly, she frowned. "This coffee is just warm, darling, not hot as I would like."

"I’m sorry, Goddess," I said quickly. "I’ll make another."

She ignored me. "And the toast is cool and burnt." Disdainfully she pushed the tray away. "A poor breakfast, not at all what I would expect from my husband." I opened my mouth to speak and she frowned at me so I snapped my mouth closed. "I think your attention is starting to wander, darling because you are always focussed on gaining tokens instead of satisfactorily completing your chores. Mother has noticed it as well. I think we should set a time limit on the tokens so you will be able to relax and focus on your little jobs. From now on, I think you should only have an opportunity to gain a token once a month."

I was horrified, as that would mean five months before I got relief! "No, Luisa, please no," I whined. "I’ll do better, I promise."

She glared at me. "Luisa is it? You are becoming very lax."

"I’m sorry, Goddess. I’m sorry, please don’t do this to me." Luisa stared out the window as my mind raced. "Goddess," I pleaded. "You are right, I’ve been lax. Please punish me for that but allow me the opportunity to please you often. Please," I begged.

She studied me calmly. "Darling, are you saying you would rather I punish you for your poor efforts?"

"Yes, Goddess, please" I begged.

"Darling," Luisa said evenly, "you do remember what happened last time?"

I lowered my head. "Yes, Goddess."

"If that’s what you want," she said and regally got out the bed, her negligee trailing behind her like a Queen’s robe as she walked into her dressing room, leaving me full of apprehension and fear. Luisa appeared with a carry bag that further increased my fear at the sight of it and she handcuffed my hands behind my back. A small chain around my neck fastened bent me over so she could lock me to the bed. A bar connected to leather straps was shackled around my knees, pushing my thighs apart. She took the ball gag out of the bag, looked at it for a moment and then replaced it in the bag.

"I don’t think we’ll need this, darling. It’s only mother in the house." Luisa walked to the door and called out for her mother and I flushed at the thought of Veronica watching my punishment.

Veronica walked in and studied me with an amused look on her face. "Opted for punishment, did he?" Luisa nodded while she rummaged in the bag. "The tattoo looks wonderful and he’s so smooth," Veronica said. "Pity his hair is growing back."

Luisa gave me a gentle kiss on my head. "It doesn’t matter if you yell out, darling. We understand. You do look so cute with you ass up like that and your balls hanging."

"Are using the cane?" Veronica asked and my eyes widened in horror when Luisa produced the thin cane from the bag.

"Last time was five strokes on each thigh, darling, but I’m afraid that didn’t teach you properly so I’m going to have to double that," she said, moving behind me. "Twenty strokes but, this time they will be on your ass." The cane whistled through the air and slashed across my buttocks and I screamed hoarsely as the women giggled softly. After ten strokes, I was sobbing quietly as the tears streamed down my face.

Luisa moved in front of me and stroked my cheeks. "Now darling," she cooed, "this is your choice, isn’t it?" I nodded mutely, my ass inflamed with pain. "As you have offended mother with your lax behaviour as well, I think it would be appropriate for her to administer the last strokes, don’t you darling?" I felt humiliated at the thought of my mother in law thrashing me but I wanted it to be over so I nodded again. Smiling, Luisa handed her mother the cane and she stroked my cheek as Veronica slashed at my bottom with that evil cane. Veronica was twice as painful as Luisa, and by the end of the ten I was sobbing gutturally while Luisa held my head my head.

I was still sobbing when they released me and removed the spreader bar. Veronica casually examined the welts across my ass. "He won’t be sitting down for a week," she said.

"Darling," Luisa smiled gently. "It will hurt for you to wear clothes so I think you should remain naked all the time now so the clothes won’t rub on your poor bottom. There’s only mother and I here now anyway."

Veronica walked out without a backward glance and Luisa smiled at me. "Now, go about your little jobs while I have a long bath." Her eyes twinkled. "I may be in the mood later for you to try for a token, darling." I scampered away, grunting at the continual pain on my ass but at least it took my mind of my imprisoned cock.

I didn’t get the opportunity for a token as, later in the day, it all changed as tragedy struck. They received a message that Caruso, Luisa’s father and Veronica’s husband, had been killed in a car accident.

Both Luisa and Veronica rushed to New York without even considering that I should join them. Instead, I was left alone in the compound, tending to my chores for the next week and, Luisa was right, it was much more comfortable naked without clothing rubbing on my wounded rear.

When they returned, they were curt with me and, even though I tended to their every whim, they treated me like a servant as they discussed their plans for the business. Luisa called me to the study where she and Veronica had been going through papers and effects.

"Darling, I’m afraid I have to go to New York for a while" she announced with no warning. "You’ll have to stay here for a few months while I focus on saving the family business.

I was stunned. "Why can’t I go with you, Luisa?" I moaned and her eyes narrowed. "Goddess," I quickly added.

She smiled and patted me on the cheek. "New York is no place for you, darling."

"Please, Goddess," I whined, "don’t leave me alone for months."

"Are you really going to miss me, darling? She asked sweetly.

"I think he is worried about not receiving tokens," Veronica observed.

"Don’t worry, darling," Luisa smiled warmly. "I thought of that and mother will arrange opportunities for you, won’t you mother?"

Veronica stared at me coldly. "Yes dear, of course I will. I see he’s got one all ready so only four to go," she sneered and my heart sank. I felt so lost and so humiliated that tears welled up in my eyes.

"Poor darling," Luisa said. "It won’t be forever but the family business is depending on me. I must go."

"When Goddess?" I asked brokenly.

"In the next hour, darling. I’m all packed." With that, she turned away and started going through some papers with Veronica so, hurt and confused, I wandered to my room where I lay on the bed, hoping that Luisa would come to say goodbye and, perhaps, give me a chance at one last token. The minutes dragged on and, after a while, I heard a car arrive and drive away and I knew Luisa had left, leaving me with Veronica.

End Part 4
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