Tokens of Love 5: A Traditional Separation

I had never felt so lost, so lonely and so spurned by someone who claims to be my wife. The thought occurred to me that I could leave but where would I go and how would I get there? I had no money or anyway to support myself and I also clung to the belief that Luisa loved me and would return.

I heard Veronica calling me and I shuffled slowly downstairs where se was waiting for me in the study. "Now that we are alone Billy," she said harshly, "I expect to see your work efforts improve. I believe Luisa has been to soft on you."

Too soft, I thought, but what about that caning? "Of course, Veronica," I said softly.

"No, call me Miss Veronica, if you will. There has been a distinct lack of respect from you in the past and that will now change."

"Yes, Miss Veronica," I quickly said.

"As for those tokens you are so keen on getting, you won’t find me as accepting as Luisa. She is still young with a lot to learn. It took sometime for poor Caruso, God rest his soul, to come to terms with my demands but he soon developed into a model husband, following all our traditions." She paused and I expected a sign of emotion at the mention of her late husband but there was none. "I expect breakfast in my room at seven and you will be on time and naked. I’m too tired after this exhausting ordeal to even think about giving you and opportunity for a token yet. You will have to wait."

"Yes Miss Veronica," I murmured.

"It has been a while since your wedding night so I expect that you are constantly aroused by now." With one quick movement, she lifted the hem of her skirt to show me the lace tops of her black stockings and my cock throbbed in its cruel prison. "Does that hurt you, Billy?" she asked slyly and I nodded dumbly. "Excellent," she said happily. "Tomorrow at seven, Billy. Be prompt and be perfect, I warn you.."

I was on time and I was perfect even though I was in constant pain as I gazed at Veronica in her flimsy nightgown. Although an older woman, she still had a haughty beauty and a voluptuous figure that soon had my cock squirming in the chastity tube.

Nervously, I waited; standing naked next to her bed as she sampled the breakfast I had submitted and felt elated when she nodded. "A big improvement, Billy. Now, go about the rest of your chores."

By lunchtime, I had moved the cars out of the garage to wash them and started cleaning them. The pool was close by and I spied Veronica in a deckchair in a white one-piece swimsuit. Working naked, I started washing the cars and even though her dark sunglasses hid her eyes, I felt she was watching me as I worked up a sweat cleaning the cars.

After an hour, she disappeared into the house and I parked the cars back into the garage. Veronica, her swimsuit covered by a long flowing robe suddenly appeared next to me in the garage, her eyes still hidden by the sunglasses.

A cruel smile played on her face, as she looked me up and down. "Token time, Billy," she said harshly. "My way." The robe was tossed aside and I gasped as I saw she was still dressed in the clinging white swimsuit but an obscene black cock was jutting from her groin, secured by straps around her body. I saw she had pulled the crotch of the swimsuit to one side so the base of the dildo fitted snugly over her pussy.

"Miss Veronica," I gasped in shock and her smile became wider.

"You can lick it to wet it, Billy or I can use it dry on you. It’s your choice."

"Please Miss Veronica," I pleaded, afraid.

"Use your mouth, Billy. Now," she commanded harshly and I sank to my knees in front of her in the garage. I sucked on that fake cock, licked and wet it as much as I could, knowing that without any lubrication, the pain would be extreme. "You need plumper lips," she murmured half to herself. "Now, over the bonnet of the car," she snapped and I draped myself over the gleaming metal I had just finished washing and polishing.

Her feet kicked my legs apart and I felt the tip of that obscene dildo push against me. "Relax," she hissed, "or it will be worse for you." I willed myself to relax and gritted my teeth as she pushed it in, invading me and filling me with humiliation. "I love doing this to men," she said to herself, her voice heavy with lust.

Suddenly, she was in me completely, her body pressed against mine as she flattened me against the car. Then, she started moving in and out of me, faster and faster as she fucked me over the metal of her car in plain sight. I cried out as she increased the tempo but she ignored me, murmuring to her self as she built the tension within her until she tossed her head back and moaned in ecstasy.

After a moment, she simply released the straps and left the dildo buried inside me. "Clean it, Billy," she laughed as she walked away. "I’ll give you the token later." I could still hear her laughing as I slowly got off the car and gingerly removed the filthy dildo. I found myself crying softly as I washed it, filled with extreme degradation and humiliation, at being subject to such casual use. Strangely, my cock pulsed in its metal restraint.

What were my choices? Should I run but where would I go?I resolved to bow to Veronica’s will so I could get more tokens as I desperately needed relief and to wait it out until my loving Luisa returned.

The next morning I arrived in Veronica’s room promptly at seven with her breakfast perfectly prepared on a tray I held before me. As I approached the bed, I greeted her with forced cheeriness and said, "Good morning Miss Veronica." She looked up at me as I said it and then arranged her self so she was leaning against the pillows as I offered her the tray but she didn’t take it.

Instead, I felt her fingers stroking my inner thigh but I couldn’t see exactly what she was doing as the tray blocked my view. The soft sensations were going straight to my cock and I grimaced in pain as it futilely tried to inflate. "You know Billy," she said almost conversationally as her fingers drew little patterns next to my balls, "I could decide not to give you any more tokens?" I gaped in shock and she smiled cruelly. "Never again, if I feel like it. Of course," she laughed harshly, "I will still fuck you whenever I want but you just won’t get a token for it." I opened my mouth but something in her eyes told me not to speak so I snapped it shut.

Suddenly, I felt her hand close around my bald balls. "I can squeeze these whenever I want too," she said and I was suddenly afraid at being so vulnerable and my hands started to tremble causing the cup on my tray to rattle in its saucer. "Don’t you dare drop that!" she hissed as she gave my balls a small squeeze.

"Let me make this clear for you," she snapped, her hand squeezing a little more. "You do not speak until you are asked a question. Never, ever," she added, giving my balls a sharp squeeze and I gasped. "Do you understand?"

"Yes Miss Veronica," I said quickly in a squeaky voice.

"That rule is to apply to any woman who can give you a token. At this stage that is just Luisa and myself but that may change. You are never to ask questions! You will keep your eyes lowered as I don’t want you ogling me all the time!" she said loudly. "And you will never say no to me!" With each word she gave my balls a sharp squeeze and I could feel tears starting to fill my eyes. "Do I have your complete understanding?" she demanded loudly.

"Yes Miss Veronica," I groaned and, thankfully, she released my balls but my cock was throbbing unmercifully.

"Good," she said a satisfied smile on her face. "Put the tray down and run my bath."

I did so and quickly hurried to her bathroom and started running the water, fear coursing through me. She walked regally into the bathroom after her breakfast and, remembering my instructions, I kept my eyes lowered as she slipped her nightgown off. A glimpse of pink flesh and she was sinking into the bath foam with a small sigh as I stood waiting, eyes lowered.

"Look at me," she said and I warily looked into those hard eyes. "You can lay out my clothes. The olive green wool dress, I think. And, because you’ve been a good boy to learn so quickly," she said with a small smile, " You can choose the lingerie you would like to see me in. Now, run off."

I scampered to her dressing room, feeling strangely happy at the compliment she had given me and extremely aroused at the thought of her in sexy underwear. Carefully, I lay the dress on the small table in the dressing room and then sorted through her underwear drawers in her closet. My cock throbbed as I felt the filmy garments and was overwhelmed at the variety but chose a bra and panty set in peach lace with matching garter belt. Equally as carefully, I placed the lingerie on the table next to the dress and waited.

She called me and I hurried to the bathroom, eyes lowered. "Get my towel," she said and I held it out to her. "No," she snapped, "hold it open so I can step into it, fool!" Chagrined, I did so and wrapped it around her warm body. After drying herself quickly, she slipped a white towelling robe on and wrapped her hair in the towel. "Empty the bath and clean it," Veronica said, leaving me to my task. She was seated at her dressing table, painting her nails when I returned and she lazily pointed to her feet so I quickly knelt before her. "Here," she said, giving me a small bottle of nail polish. "You can put another coat on my toe nails but be careful."

Carefully, I did so, beginning with her left foot which she rested on my thighs. As I worked, I realised Veronica’s robe had parted and I could sneak glances at her pussy. My eyes were constantly drawn back to that thatch of curly dark hair and, when she replaced her left foot with her right, I got a glimpse of her puffy lips nestled in the hair. The combination of Veronica’s foot on my kneeling thighs and my illicit glances at her pussy was driving my enclosed cock insane.

Suddenly, her voice broke my reverie. "Are you looking at my pussy, Billy?" she asked in a quite voice and, quickly lowering my eyes, I answered her truthfully.

"Yes, Miss Veronica," I murmured, wondering what punishment I was going to receive.

Instead, I felt her thighs open more. "You’ve been a good boy, Billy so I’ll let you look." Licking my dry lips, I stared at her pussy, my eyes hungrily devouring the sight. "Have you ever wondered what it would feel like to have your cock inside a pussy, Billy," she said in a dreamy tone.

"Yes, Miss Veronica," I croaked. "I have."

"Well, maybe one day, Billy, one day you will but for now Luisa and I want you to keep your virginity. It’s rather sweet and special. And you seem to enjoy the way you get your relief," she laughed and I flushed deeply. "Luisa also tells me you are coming along nicely as a pussy licker so I might try you out myself. Have you finished with my toes?"

"Yes, Miss Veronica."

Veronica stood up. "Good," she said in a flat voice. "I’m a little horny now," she said calmly. "Go get my cock." I was frozen, unable to look up and unable to say anything and we remained like that for a moment until I slowly shuffled off to get what she asked for, deeply humiliated as she was forcing me to get the device she degrades me with.

Veronica was standing naked in the room with a small triumphant smile when I returned, the strap-on in my trembling hands. "Kneel there," she said, pointing at her feet, "and I will show you how to put it on me." My face was crimson and I felt embarrassed as she showed me how to strap it around her. The black fake cock bumped against my cheek as I fastened the strap, the heady aroma of her pussy tantalising my poor cock and it throbbed continually. "Now, this groove has to fit there," her long fingers with the freshly painted red nails showed me the spot, "so it fits over my clit." It was finished and I knelt before her, trembling and heart pounding, fearing what was coming. "Look up," she commanded and I did, the fake cock hanging obscenely from her groin and her large breasts hanging free below her smiling face.

A small giggle escaped her as she gently tapped the head of the black cock against my cheek. "Open wide," she laughed gently and, as I did, she slid the cock in. "Suck, baby," she cooed, "get it all wet for your ass." My face was burning as I licked and sucked the cock in a way I would like my cock to be treated if I were ever that lucky.

"Hold your lips like you’re kissing," Veronica commanded. "Nice," she breathed as she slid it in and out of my mouth, "though your lips could be plumper and, perhaps, some lipstick." Suddenly, she held my head firm with her hand while she fucked my face and my throat as I tried not to gag.

Thankfully, she pulled free and gestured to the bed so I slowly crouched on all fours on the bed. I felt her examine my ass with her fingers and tensed, waiting for the first feel of the cock but instead, I felt her putting something greasy and cool on my tortured us. Suddenly, I felt her finger slip in and she moved it around. "Getting stretched," Veronica said, "but still not big enough yet. Lie down." I lay face down and felt her slap me on by buttock near the tattoo. "No, face up with your legs back." She clambered onto the bed and positioned herself between my legs as she slid a pillow under me. "I want to look at you, baby," she cooed as she started to slide the cock in. Whatever she had coated me with made it less painful and her dildo slid into me easily until her stomach was pressed against me, her breast hanging over me as she smiled down at me.

Humiliated to be in that position with my legs bent back, I still felt my cock pulse constantly at the sight of her breasts and her lovely face as she slowly fucked me. "Move for me, baby," she breathed, holding my arms down above my head. "Push back so I get more pressure." Face burning, my cheeks wet with my tears, I did and a smile of cruel victory appeared on her face. "That’s it baby. You’re getting better and one day you’ll come like this. Maybe we’ll come together," she gasped as she increased the tempo. "My sweet captive slut," she murmured to her self as she stared down at me through her heavy lidded eyes. Veronica increased the tempo, fucking me furiously until she cried out loudly as she exploded in her orgasm.

We lay together for a moment until Veronica, surprisingly, kissed me gently on my cheek and licked at one of my salty tears. "You deserve a token for that, baby," she said softly and I felt strangely proud. As before, she left the dildo inside of me as she disengaged. "Clean that while I freshen up," she said as she disappeared into the bathroom.

Veronica was naked in her dressing room when I returned and she was inspecting the lingerie I had laid out. Suddenly, I was frightened I had not made the right choice and waited for her verdict with my eyes lowered. "Nice," she said and I felt relieved. "Most men would have chosen slutty black but this is nice. Do the bra up," she said as she cupped her breasts in the peach lace bra and my fingers trembled as I fumbled with the strap. "Panties," Veronica commanded and I knelt, holding the panties in my hands so she could daintily step into them. Without her asking I started to slide them up until my eyes were parallel with her pussy. "Stop," she snapped and I froze. "You would like to kiss it, wouldn’t you?" she asked in a gentle voice.

"Yes Miss Veronica," I croaked, cock a centre of lust and pain.

"Not now. Maybe later, if you’re a good boy. Pull them up." Veronica finished dressing and putting her make up as I waited patiently, eyes lowered. She admired herself in the mirror and then showed me the token in her hand. "Come here," and she attached it to my neck chain. "Three," Veronica giggled softly. "Only two to go. If you’re lucky," she added warningly. "Bend over and spread your cheeks." Face burning I did and felt her fingers as she inspected my ass. "Stretched, but not enough. That will be rectified. Stand up," Veronica said as she slapped me on my buttocks. "Get about your tasks and I will feel like a light salad for lunch. Prepare it."

Ignoring the discomfort of my ass and the pain of my confined cock, I went about my tasks and then completed her lunch. I served Veronica by the pool and I had constant images of her in the peach lingerie as her legs shifted under the green dress.

"Very good, baby," she said approvingly and I swelled with pride as she gave me a warm pat on my ass. "Even a glass of chilled white wine." Veronica started eating and I waited, eyes lowered until she put her knife and fork down. "Very nice," she said, dabbing her lips with the napkin. "We are going out this afternoon and you will be my driver. I’ll have your uniform for you after I’ve finished my lunch. Have a shower and clean yourself thoroughly."

At least she’s not going to make me drive her naked, I thought as I hurried to the bathroom. When I emerged, she handed me a pair of white lycra shorts, a white T-shirt and a pair of white slides for my feet. I was stunned and it must have shown on my face because she looked at me harshly. "Remember what I said, you will not say no to me," she said warningly. "Not now or later when you will be told to accept some changes. I’ve spoken to Luisa and she agrees completely."

Veronica has spoken to Luisa but did not allow me to talk to her! I was astonished and gaped at her. "You were busy doing your chores and she only had a moment. Now," she said menacingly, "get dressed!"

Both articles of clothing were small and my captured cock and my bald balls were clearly displayed while there was a gap showing my stomach between the shirt and the shorts. I felt like a fool and my face burned with shame. "Very nice," she said approvingly as she looked me up and down.

I sat in the front of the Mercedes after opening the rear door for Veronica and, following her instructions, I drove down the road towards the village while she sat smiling in the back, humming to herself.

I was not surprised when she directed me to Roberta’s and totally embarrassed and humiliated, I stood in the street in my ridiculous outfit to open the door for her. As my eyes were lowered, I was granted a flash of leg as she emerged and followed her into the house where Roberta and Veronica greeted each other warmly.

"Veronica, it’s wonderful to see you," Roberta said as Veronica sat. "Would you like something, coffee? Or perhaps a glass of white wine?"

"White wine sounds perfect," Veronica smiled. "Where is it?"

"It’s through there," Roberta gestured and Veronica looked at me.

"Go get it, baby," she said. "Two glasses." Blushing, I followed her instructions and wondered when exactly I had gone from Billy to Baby?

When I returned, they were deep in conversation. "The psychological change takes a while," Roberta said, "but you are an expert. Luisa has told me of your coaching and advice."

"I have had a great deal of experience," Veronica admitted modestly. "Ah, the wine has arrived." They sipped their wine and smiled at each other.

"Shall we start?" Roberta asked.

"Yes. Baby, take your clothes off," Veronica said without even looking at me and I hurriedly complied as, after all Roberta had seen me naked before and had been at the wedding.

"On the examination table," Roberta ordered and I lay down as Roberta leaned over me, examining my lips. "You want me to do it, Veronica?" she called over her shoulder and I heard Veronica’s voice reply.

"Yes, plumper."

"Close your eyes," Roberta said as she fumbled with items on a small table. Suddenly I felt something jab into my lips and I started. "Keep still, this won’t hurt," she said in a scornful voice and I felt a strange burnings ensation in my lips. Several times she injected me until Veronica appeared to peer over Roberta’s shoulder at me. "What do you think? They will shrink a little after a day but this is close to the final shape."

"I like the as they are now. Perhaps a little more to make sure?"

"Of course." Again, my lips were injected and felt swollen and sore when she had finished. "There," Roberta said and Veronica nodded.

"Nice, very nice. Get up, baby, on all fours now." I complied as Roberta slipped on a pair of rubber gloves and I soon felt her fingers probing my anus, my cock throbbed in its tube.

"I see what you mean," she said to Veronica. "I have these four plugs and I suggest a few hours a day, progressively building upto the larger size. Do you want me to put it in now?"

"Yes, why not." Roberta’s fingers started coating my as with a cool greasy cream and Veronica moved to the front where she could look directly into my face. "Look at me," she commanded and she smiled as I looked up at her. "You’ll be very pretty with some lipstick on those lips. Now, baby, we have to get you a little larger so I don’t hurt you when you get a token. Here, hold my hand." I took her offered hand and she smiled at me tenderly as she squeezed slightly. Suddenly, I felt something enter my ass and I stiffened in shock. "Relax, baby, it’s just a butt plug," Veronica soothed as the object worked its way in and I felt my ass close over it.

"Done," Roberta said, slapping me on the as. "Get down." I felt full inside and awkward as I waddled towards my clothes. "I’ll put the others in here," Roberta said opening a carry bag, "along with your other little request."

"You’re an angel," Veronica said, kissing her on the cheek.

It was uncomfortable driving home with my full ass and I was also astonished at my reflection in the rear view mirror. My lips were plump and swollen like a female movie star! Veronica smiled at me from the backseat. "I like them, baby," she said and, I guess that’s all that mattered.

After dinner that evening, Veronica told me to remove the butt plug before bed and clean it as she gave me a tube of jelly. "You’ll need to put it in yourself tomorrow," she warned before going off to sleep.

I waddled into her room in the morning with her breakfast with the butt plug inserted. It had been difficult but with the help of the jelly, I had managed to succeed. Veronica smiled sleepily at me when she saw the way I was walking. After her bath, I dressed her and then went about my chores. My lips were not as sore and I was getting used to the sensation of the butt plug as I worked.

A car pulled up outside the house and I heard voices downstairs. As I was naked, I crept to the top of the stairs to peer down and was overjoyed to see Luisa kissing her mother on the cheek. Rushing down, I entered the lounge room and stood waiting as they settled themselves in the lounge room. Luisa glanced at me and then turned away to continue talking to Veronica. Crestfallen, I waited until Veronica smiled over at me. "Come here, baby," she said and I waddled over.

"Baby?" giggled Luisa. "That’s interesting, Mother." Luisa looked me up at down. "Darling, I see Mother has made a few changes. I like the lips, I might try them out later, darling so you can get a token." I smiled happily but kept my eyes down.

"His lips mightn’t be ready yet," Veronica said.

"What’s the matter, Mother?" Luisa said in a hard voice. "Don’t want me to use them first? He is my husband, you know!"

"I know that, dear," Veronica said quietly, "but I only had them done yesterday."

"Time enough," Luisa dismissed. "Tun around, darling and bend over." Red faced, I did. "I see you’re up to your usual tricks, Mother," Luisa laughed.

"We all have different demands, Luisa," Veronica haughtily replied.

Luisa laughed. "I know, Mother. I know. Darling," she said to me. "Mother and I have to discuss some family business. Go to my room and wait for me in a manner appropriate." Dismissed, I waddled upstairs and puzzled over her instructions, finally deciding to wait for her kneeling beside her bed.

Sometime later, she breezed in and petted me on my head, now covered with thickening stubble. "Good boy," Luisa said as she sat on the bed in front of me, carefully sliding her skirt up to show me her white lace panties. "I really want to try those lips," she smiled. "And you want a token, don’t you, darling?"

"Yes, Goddess," I croaked, my cock squirming painfully in its chastity tube.

"Of course you do, darling. It has been a while and that’s why I came back for such a short visit. I have to look after my husband, especially since you are so dependent on me. You do depend on me for everything, don’t you, darling?"

"Yes, Goddess," I admitted and realised that it was completely true."

"Beautiful boy," she murmured as she daintily wriggled her panties down and laid back, glistening pussy exposed to me. "Kiss me," she said in a throaty voice. I leaned forward and kissed her, my lips feeling strange and almost numb as I caressed her pussy. My new lips brushed her clitoris as she had shown me to do in the past and she moaned softly. Her fingers rubbed the stubble on my head and pulled me closer into her wetness. I was on my knees, butt plug firmly wedged inside me for almost half an hour as I licked her to a small but explosive orgasm.

"Nice, darling," she said in a mellow voice, "small but nice. Let me look at you. You look so cute," she giggled, "with your new lips all wet from me, so adorable. Here, darling," Luisa said has she rummaged in her purse for a token, "let me put this on. Only one to go, "she laughed. "Now, kiss my toes and go about your chores."

To my dismay, as I was working in the kitchen, I saw Luisa get into her car and drive away. Veronica leaned against the doorframe and smiled at me. "She’s gone back to New York, baby," she said softly. "It’s just you and me again." Crestfallen, I turned back to my work blinking my eyes as I realised she had gone without even saying goodbye to me. Why should she, I rationalised to myself, when she has so much to do?

Again, I removed the butt plug before I went to bed and slept fitfully that night, dreaming of being with Luisa forever. The next day, I was almost numb as I went through my duties and Veronica watched me strangely but made no comment.

That night Veronica told me to come to her room after dinner and to remove the butt plug before I did "Come in, baby," she called when I tentatively knocked on the door and gasped when I saw she was standing naked next to her bed. There was just one small lamp on and the room was bathed in a soft yellow glow. On the bed was the strap on cock and a hatbox.

Veronica smiled at me, crooked her finger and I walked to her, naked as usual. "Put it on me, baby," she instructed and, resignedly, I knelt and strapped the dildo on her, the perfume of her arousal reaching my nostrils as I leaned close to her to fasten the buckles. "Look up," Veronica said softly and, as I did, she held my face and gently painted my new plump lips with a bright red lipstick. I heard rustling and she removed a long blonde wig from the hatbox that she fitted firmly to my head.

The end of the wig caressed my shoulders and I felt embarrassed but Veronica smiled down at me. "Beautiful," she said huskily. "Open, baby and look up at me." She slid the fake cock into my mouth and she was breathing heavily as she slowly fucked my mouth. "You look fantastic," she croaked and quickly pulled out. "On the bed, baby," and I crouched on her bed as she greased me. I was surprised when she entered me quickly from behind and felt her fingers brush the hair of my wig as she rapidly fucked me. As her tempo increased, she slammed into me, jolting me forward. "Push back, slut" she demanded urgently and I did until she moaned as she reached her peak.

After a moment, she disengaged and told me to clean the dildo in her bathroom. Veronica was lying in the bed when I returned to put the dildo in its place in the drawer and waited, eyes lowered. She smiled at me and patted the bed beside her. "Come here, baby." Shocked, I walked to the bed as she pulled the covers back and, slowly, I slid in beside her.

Veronica embraced me and kissed me passionately. "Thank you, little slave," she breathed and I felt so proud. "That was another token, baby, and I’ll make it special for you tomorrow," Veronica said and my cock throbbed at the thought of being that so close to actually gaining relief.

She kissed me again, turned the light off and rolled over on her side, her plump bottom towards me. "Hold me, baby," she commanded and I spooned against her, my cock throbbing in its tube against the smoothness of her soft buttocks. With a shock, I realised I was going to sleep with her, something I had not done even with Luisa. As I drifted off to sleep, I realised that Veronica really cared for me and wanted to protect me, so feeling safe and comfortable snuggled up to soft body, I fell asleep.

The morning crept into the room and I blinked awake and realised with a sharp jolt where I was. Veronica was sleeping beside me, her face a picture of innocence and openness as she slept and I carefully slipped away so I could prepare her breakfast.

I had arranged flowers on the tray and carefully placed it on the table beside her as she stirred a sleepy smile on her face as she pulled herself up against the pillows. Her breasts, swinging free, hypnotised me as I waited, head bowed, my cock squirming.

"Good morning, baby," she said in that soft voice of hers. "Run my bath than get about your chores. Come to the study at ten for your gift from me."

At ten I found her seated and dressed in a burgundy coloured dress and black hose, her hair hanging free. "Kneel, baby," she said and I knelt before her, my cock pulsing in its cold metal tube. She uncrossed her legs and I listened to the rasping sound of nylon as her legs rubbed together for an instant. Veronica held a small key out to me. "Unlock it, baby," she instructed. Open mouthed, I stared at her and she smiled down at me. "I don’t have to chain you up, do I baby?"

I shook my head. "No Miss Veronica." Taking a deep breath, I fumbled for a while with the lock but managed to unlock it and my cock sprang free, rushing to erection.

"Feel nice, baby?" she asked softly.

"Oh yes, Miss Veronica," I gasped.

"Hold it in the hand you don’t jerk off with," she ordered and I closed my left hand around my hard and pulsing cock, desperate with need. "Don’t move," she warned, "until I tell you. Now," she said, slowly opening her legs, "look and tell me what you see."

My eyes were fastened on her crotch as she slowly parted her legs enabling me to look up her skirt, past her lace stocking tops to the gleaming crotch of her white panties. "Oh," I exclaimed, my cock pulsing madly in my still hand, "I see your stockings Miss Veronica," I said hoarsely.

"Of course you do but what else?"

"Your panties, Miss Veronica," I groaned. "Your white panties."

"My gift to you," she said softly, a gentle smile on her beautiful face. "Look deeply at my panties, baby, and dream of what lies beneath. One day, you’ll kiss me down there and, one day when you are truly mine, your cock will feel inside me. That will be my ultimate gift, baby, to you," Veronica said softly and my cock started to jump in my hand as I rushed to the edge.

"Miss Veronica!" I cried, milking myself dry as I exploded into a long denied but dramatic orgasm as she smiled down at me. Kneeling before her, my puddle on the polished floorboards in front of me, I attempted to gain my breath while staring downwards to avoid her gaze as I felt, by coming, I had disappointed her.

"Was that nice, baby?" Veronica asked softly.

"Miss Veronica, that was wonderful," I murmured, head lowered. "But I came to soon for you," I said but she shook her head.

"No, baby, that was for you." She closed her legs and I watched, longingly, as that white crotch disappeared from my sight. "Lock yourself up, baby," Veronica said, watching me carefully as I slid the tube on and locked it. Without a moments hesitation I handed her the key and her lovely face broke into a huge smile.

"Thank you, baby," she said warmly. "You looked beautiful when you came at my feet." My chest swelled with pride but suddenly I thought of Luisa and how she has treated be in the past. The difference between Luisa and her mother was vast and I was confused.

Veronica must have sensed that confusion. "You can ask me one question, baby," she said.

I hesitated and then rushed on. "Miss Veronica, is Luisa coming back?"

Veronica studied me for a moment, smiled, reached out and gently caressed my cheek. "Not for a while, baby," she said sadly. "And, I’m afraid, when she does, there will be pain."

End Part 5
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