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This story is intended for the enjoyment of adults over the age of 18 or 
whatever the legal age is in your part of the universe. It contains fantasy 
scenes of graphic sexual activity.
   Please, if you are under the age of 18, or if such material will offend 
you, use your intelligence and read no further - delete file. Otherwise.... 
enjoy!

Distribute freely if you wish but please, not to minors

Tokens of Love 1: A Traditional Courtship

by Nessus

CB Mast FD

The first time I saw her was in the perfume counter at Donalds and was 
immediately entranced by her voluptuous beauty. I was moving stock on the 
floor above and I watched her and her entourage move through the aisles.

"Who's that?" I said casually to Tony who was working with me.

"A rich bitch," he said with a complete lack of interest.

"She's beautiful," I murmured. "How rich?"

"Her family owns this store, most of the town and the state. Real rich!"

"She married?"

"Nope. No one can get close, Billy. I know you're new to town but have you 
seen the compound on the San Rosa Hill overlooking the bay?" I nodded. 
"That's her family's. There are about five big houses in that compound. As I 
said, real rich!"

"She always travel with hangers on?"

"Always. That's why guys like you and me can't get close. Forget about her, 
Billy."

"What's her name?"

"Luisa Ciccosa. Let's go to work."

For a moment, I stared down at her and she suddenly looked up and studied me 
coolly. Immediately, I felt myself blush and quickly bent to me task. When I 
glanced up, she was gone.

People tell me I'm a good-looking guy, some go as far as calling me pretty. 
Trouble is, I've always been shy, uncertain and, when it comes to women, 
completely tongue-tied. I've been in institutions all my life where every 
minute of my day was planned and I didn't have to think for myself. They 
kicked me out when I finished school with nowhere to go so I started 
wandering the country, working wherever I could. As I've never enjoyed much 
success with women, my only pleasure has been from books and I remained a 
masturbating virgin.

Every Saturday, I spent the afternoon in the town library reading all I 
could. It was my one moment of escape. The next Saturday, I couldn't believe 
my eyes when Luisa walked in. She was breathtakingly beautiful, even dressed 
in jeans and shirt and her hair in a ponytail. I gave her a shy smile and 
returned to my books, ignoring her for the rest of the afternoon.

The second Saturday she smiled and I blushed, gave her a stuttered hello and 
buried myself in the books again. On the third Saturday, Luisa arrived in a 
simple black dress with black hose, her thick black hair spilling over her 
shoulders.

"Hello," she said in a husky voice and I willed myself not to glance at the 
tops of her breasts peeking out from her dress. "You're here again."

I nodded. "So are you," I stammered.

She smiled, placed her books next to me and sat next to me. For the rest of 
the afternoon, she chattered with me and I finally plucked up the courage to 
ask her out. I blushed and stammered my way through it and she placed her 
warm hand on my arm. "You're sweet but I can't," she said. "In my family, we 
have certain traditions."

I was becoming totally enraptured by her and looked forward to seeing her at 
the library on those stolen afternoons. Again, I stammered a proposal but it 
was the same answer the next Saturday. The following Saturday she looked at 
me with those big brown eyes after I asked again. "I'm sorry,' she said 
sadly.

" Why won't you go out with me?" I asked petulantly.

"I told you, family traditions."

"Do I have to ask your father?"

"My mother." I looked at her to see if she was joking but she was serious. 
"You have to ask my mother."

"Of course," I said gallantly. "I will ask your mother."

"Are you sure?" she asked, looking deeply into my eyes.

I stared at her full red lips, enchanted by her. "Of course."

"Can you be at my home tonight at six?"

"Yes. What's the address?"

"You don't know? Of course," she added quickly. "I haven't told you." She 
scribbled the address down on a piece of paper. "I'll see you tonight," she 
said as she handed it to me.

I walked up the hill and was let through the gates just before six. Luisa's 
mother kept me waiting in a small room for almost half an hour but when she 
walked in I saw where Luisa gained her beauty.

"Billy," she said regally, extending her hand. "It's so nice to meet you. 
Luisa has told me about you. I'm Veronica, Luisa's mother." She was dressed 
in a cocktail dress that reached her knees so my eyes were drawn to her 
black hose as she crossed her legs. I waited for her to invite me to sit but 
she didn't so I stood in front of her.

"I hope she has said good things about me?" I said nervously.

"Yes," she said coolly. "She has and she also tells me you want to go out on 
a date?" I nodded. "I'm afraid we have a traditional approach to dating 
before marriage."

"I understand."

She examined me coldly. "Do you? No, I don't think you do. I will speak 
frankly. We understand that a certain, how do you say, `petting' goes on in 
a relationship between and young woman and her man." I flushed and nodded. 
"And that's acceptable. However, actual sexual intercourse is forbidden 
until marriage."

Blushing, I nodded, "Of course. I agree."

"Do you? Interesting," she said dismissively. "My family has a centuries 
long tradition that the women must follow. To date Luisa, you must follow 
the path of many men before you. Are you willing? Is your love for Luisa 
that strong?" she asked ironically.

This was a powerful woman and I felt like a deer in the headlights under her 
steely gaze. "Yes. It is," I said weakly.

"We will see," she said, abruptly stood up and pressed a buzzer. Moments 
later, the servant opened the door. "Enrico, please show Billy to Dr 
Rombossi."

Dr Rombossi was an older man who lived in a smaller cottage in the compound. 
"Ah," he said. "The Billy I've heard so much about. Please take all your 
clothes off." For the next thirty minutes I was examined and, 
embarrassingly, my penis measured.

"The tradition is," he said, producing a metal tube with locking devices 
fitted, "that you must wear this to date Luisa."

"What is it?" I said weakly, in shock.

"A chastity belt. It will stop you from getting hard. You'll have to sit to 
pee but, no matter," he laughed.

"But, why?"

"You can not have sexual intercourse. It is the tradition. Of course, there 
are other ways to satisfy each other," he said and winked.

"But how, if that is locked on? Who has the key?" I asked, totally confused.

"Luisa."

"All right. Anything for Luisa," I said solemnly and he laughed softly as he 
showed me how to put it on.

"Just the right fit," he said. "I keep many sizes but that is the perfect 
one for you. We have these especially made in Milano. How does it feel?"

"Tight."

"Of course. Here is the key for you to take to Luisa in a moment but I'll 
explain a little more of the tradition. For you to have a little fun," he 
said, his eyes twinkling, "you have to give Luisa three." He held three 
fingers up.

"Three? You mean three orgasms?" I said incredulously, flushing.

"It is the tradition," he said in a solemn voice. "After marriage, it is 
five. For you it will be no problem. She is young, she is healthy; she 
should pop like a firecracker." He snapped his fingers.

"If you say so," I said embarrassed, puzzled as to exactly how I would give 
her orgasms.

"I am her doctor, I know how healthy she is. There is more. For every one 
you give her, she will give you a token of her love." He showed a small 
token with some sort of crest on it. "When you have three of these, you will 
get to enjoy yourself." He winked again.

"This is strange," I said weakly.

"It is the tradition. Now, meet Luisa in the garden. She is waiting for 
you." Luisa was standing in the moonlight under a tree and I rushed to her.

"You've agreed?" she asked and, even in the moonlight, I could tell she was 
blushing.

"Yes," I smiled and handed her the key. "I would do anything for you."

"Oh Billy,"' she exclaimed and leapt into my arms. Our first kiss was long 
and passionate. For the first time, I felt the iron grasp of the tube around 
my poor cock.

"Mother has suggested you might like to stay in our guest cottage. Would 
you?"

A silly question. "Of course. If it's not too much trouble?' I added 
quickly.

I moved my meagre possessions into the guest cottage the next day and 
revelled in my new luxurious surroundings. The chastity tube was restrictive 
but so far, there was no real impact and I had plans to score my first token 
that night.

Luisa and her mother invited me to lunch on the terrace overlooking the bay 
and my cock stirred in it's confines as I watched the two beautiful women. 
They were dressed in loose robes over bikinis and my cock twitched and 
strained in my shorts.

Luisa slipped her robe off and stretched by the pool as I ogled her tanned 
body in the white bikini. Smiling, she lay face down on the recliner chair 
and beckoned me with a bottle of oil. "Oil me?" she whispered and I rubbed 
the oil into her smooth skin, my cock pulsing wildly in its prison as my 
hands roamed that wonderful body.

Veronica stood next to us and removed her robe to reveal a black one-piece 
swimsuit that displayed her full breasts. In one fluid movement she dived 
into the pool and started slowly swimming laps.

"Hmm, that's nice," Luisa said as I massaged her back. She rolled over and 
smiled. "Now my front." I stared open mouthed at her full breasts cupped in 
the white bikini top and the front of her bikini pants pulled tightly across 
her mound. Luisa spread her legs slightly so I could massage her thighs and 
I found myself hypnotised by her crotch, so much so that I wasn't aware her 
mother had climbed from the pool.

Veronica was dripping water as she looked down on us. "Trying for a token so 
soon?" she said dryly and I blushed. "Lunch is served," she announced and we 
adjourned to the table on the terrace. The woman chatted through a variety 
of topics while I sat in painful silence. For a long time I had masturbated 
every day and now, I realised that surviving without an orgasm for a long 
period was going to be difficult.

That evening after dinner, Luisa and I walked hand in hand through the 
garden. She was dressed in a light blue dress with white sandals, her hair 
brushed back. I kissed her passionately, caressing her neck and hair as I 
deposited little kisses over her throat. "Ohh," she breathed. "That's 
wonderful." Delicately, she guided my hand so I cupped her breast and she 
pushed against me as my cock squirmed in its cell.

She led me to a garden bench and we continue kissing until she became very 
passionate. "I want to give you a token,' she whispered as she moved my hand 
to cup her crotch through her panties.

"I want one," I whispered fiercely as my hand massaged her pussy through the 
panties.

"It has to be a special way," she whispered in my ear, her breath hot 
against my neck. "With your mouth". Startled, I pulled away and looked at 
her. "Here?" I said, looking around at the garden with the houses 
surrounding it.

"It's dark, no one can see," she whispered. "I know I'll be quick."

"I don't know how," I admitted, blushing. "I've never done it."

"How sweet to be your first. I'll show you, darling." Slowly, I knelt in 
front of her as she quickly pulled her panties down and spread her legs. I 
looked around but could not see anyone so I lowered my face to her pussy. 
Her hand gripped the back of my head and pulled me in close until my mouth 
was resting against her clitoris. "So nice", she whispered in the dark as 
her fingers played with my hair and I started my tentative licking. I 
followed her murmured instructions and the directions of her red painted 
fingernail to move across her pussy with my tongue while my cock pulsed in 
pain. This went on for sometime as I battled with my task and the pain in my 
knees and my cock.

Suddenly, she fiercely pulled my face against her pussy, my lips mashed in 
her juices and my nose full of her intimate aroma as she came with a throaty 
cry and an animalistic groan.

With relief, I knelt back and she smiled at me as she wiped her pussy with 
her panties. "That was nice," she smiled, adjusting her clothes and slipping 
her panties into her skirt pocket. Still smiling, she placed a small chain 
around my neck and attached the first token to it. "You must wear this all 
the time, darling."

"With pride," I said in what I hoped was a humble voice. God, my cock hurt 
and yet, I was so aroused.

I moved to kiss her but she bent my head and tenderly kissed me on the 
forehand. "You've still got me on your lips, dear,' she said. "Your whole 
face must smell of me," she giggled and I blushed. "I'm going to bed, my 
darling," she said and, with a quick kiss on the cheek, she jauntily walked 
down the path towards the main house. My fingers found the token and I held 
it. Only two to go. I only have to last two more nights.

I returned from work the next day conscious that I was now in a constant 
state of arousal, especially after watching the women at the store. My cock 
pulsed all day long and I dreamed of token number two.

After showering and changing, I hurried to the main house and asked Enrico 
if he knew where Luisa was. Veronica chose that moment to enter and answered 
for him. "New York," she said, a soft smile on her face.

I gulped. "New York? When will she be back?"

"Ah, young love," she laughed. "The sweet pain of absence. She'll be gone 
for three or four days. Luisa is helping her father in one of our art 
galleries." Her gaze travelled to my throat where the token hung. "Ah," she 
exclaimed, "the first token," and I blushed furiously as she walked off.

Luisa was gone until Friday and I was in a high state of arousal as I 
counted the days. Suddenly, she was standing in front of the guest cottage 
smiling at me when I returned from work. "Luisa!" I called hoarsely.

"Miss me, darling?" she said mischievously as I held her tight, my cock 
pounding. She was dressed in a black cocktail dress and dark nylons with her 
hair coiled around her head. Gold dangled from her ears and lay around her 
throat.

"Terribly," I said. "You look beautiful."

She twirled to show me the dress and my cock surged again. "I got this in 
New York for the dinner tonight. Mother told you?" I shook my head. "I 
suppose she's been busy," she pouted. "There's this stuffy old boring dinner 
tonight. I bought a suit for you in New York and I put it in the cottage. 
Hurry and get dressed."

I didn't argue and jumped in the shower and was startled to see Luisa seated 
on the bed when I emerged. Blushing, I held the towel in front of me. 
"Darling," she pouted. "You seen quite a bit of me. Can't I see it?" 
Blushing, I dropped the towel and she stared keenly at the chastity tube. 
"Does it hurt?"

"Yes," I said softly. "When I try to get, you know," I finished lamely.

"Hard?" she finished sweetly and I nodded dumbly. "And you're doing this for 
me," she smiled. "So sweet. Hurry darling and get dressed."

We sat in the back of the car while Enrico drove us into town. Luisa chatted 
aimlessly about New York while I flinched every time she crossed her legs 
and exposed her sheer black nylon covered thighs. She snuggled up to me and 
I hungrily kissed her until she pushed me away. "You'll mess my lipstick, 
darling. Just hold me."  She snuggled into me and my heart pounded. "Does it 
hurt now?" she whispered and I nodded. "Poor darling, you get aroused from 
just cuddling me? That's so sweet."

"Luisa," I said hoarsely as her perfume washed over me. "I don't think I can 
stand this," I admitted as the car pulled up at the restaurant.

"But you must, darling," she smiled as she opened the door. "You can't 
change your mind."

The dinner was boring, a group of donors to one of the family's museums but 
as Veronica and Luisa were beautiful and charming, the night was a success. 
All night, Luisa stroked my arm and my leg, driving me deeper and deeper in 
to a lost state of high arousal.

Veronica had driven to the restaurant in Luisa's sports car so she went back 
with Enrico and Luisa drove us to a hill over looking the bay and switched 
the engine off. The top was down and it was a beautiful night.

Luisa leaned back in the seat and smiled at me. "Would you like to see what 
else I bought in New York?" I nodded and she slid her legs apart, pulling 
her dress up around her waist. I stared at the black lace suspender belt and 
garters attached to her sheer black stockings, framing tiny black lace 
panties. "What do you think?" she asked mischievously.

"Beautiful," I said hoarsely, my body trembling from the constant state of 
arousal.

"Are you sure?" she said slyly, lightly touching the top of her panties. 
"These panties are so tiny and almost transparent but so expensive."

"Beautiful," I repeated my whole body throbbing. "Lisa," I said moving 
close. "Let me pleasure you," I asked my poor mind focused on gaining that 
second token.

She covered those exquisite panties with her dress. "You're just interested 
in that old token. You're not interested in me," she pouted.

"But I am," I protested wildly. "It's you. I love you," I added.

"Do you?" she stared into my eyes. "Do you? Truly love me?"

"I love you," I declared and she kissed me passionately, my cock now a 
constant throb in its' metal tube.

"And I love you," she whispered, holding me tight. After a moment, she 
softly said, "Get out of the car, darling." I pulled away from her and 
stepped out of the car on my side while she opened her car door. Quickly, I 
stood in front of her as she turned in her seat so her high heels were 
placed on the ground. "Take your trousers off, dear,' she said calmly. "We 
don't want your new suit ruined."

I looked around quickly to see if anyone was there but, at this time, I was 
too far-gone to care and I realised I would do anything for her. My trousers 
came off and my shorts as well when she pointed at them and I was soon naked 
from the waist down in front of her as she calmly pulled her dress up again.

In a second I was on my knees on the ground staring at those exquisite panty 
covered pussy. I extended a trembling hand to remove her panties when she 
pushed it away. "Leave the panties on tonight. Lick me through them, 
darling."  After about fifteen minutes with my face in her panties, rubbing 
my nose against the lace covered pussy, a shaft of light fell on me and I 
stiffened in shock. Her hand held my head in place. "Just a car, darling," 
she murmured. "Keep going." The light remained on me for a few moments 
longer and I imagined the sight. A half-naked man on his knees kissing the 
crotch of a young woman lying back in the front seat of a sports car. I was 
tremendously humiliated at the thought of someone else seeing me in this 
embarrassing position but I had no choice but to continue as I would do 
anything to gain relief.

Finally, she moved the panties to one side to give me access to her melting 
pussy and I licked, sucked and kissed with abandon, driving her to an 
orgasm. With her throaty growl, she came and clasped me to her until she 
finally released me. Smiling, she rummaged through her handbag while I 
stared at the wet panties stretched over her pussy so wantonly exposed to me 
as I knelt before her. The second token was attached to the chain around my 
neck and she patted my head. "Thank you darling."

"Luisa," I said urgently. "Let me pleasure you again. Please."

"What?" she laughed. "Two in one night? Darling, I couldn't stand it. I have 
this delicious feeling now and I'm perfectly satisfied with that." Groaning 
in defeat, I stood in front of her and she studied my cock in its chastity 
tube carefully. "Darling," she said. "It's all red. Is it meant to be that 
red? Is it terribly sore? Poor darling, let's go home and I'll get Enrico to 
make some chamomile tea".

It was Saturday and Enrico drove us to the library so we could continue our 
special afternoons. I was so horny and I was willing to do anything to 
provide relief. Luisa was the absolute centre of my attention and I 
basically waited on her hand and foot; opening doors, pulling chairs out 
for, carrying books and parcels, you name it and I did it. When she 
complained of a stiff neck, I leapt to my feet and started massaging it. She 
gave no indication she though my behaviour was anything but normal, in fact, 
she appeared to expect it.

I was massaging her neck while she read when I bent over and whispered in 
her ear. "Let's go somewhere, Luisa," I begged. "Let me pleasure you."

She gigled. "Billy, darling, you are sweet but I'm reading right now."

"I'm sorry," I said quickly. I didn't want her to get mad at me.

She put the book down, patted the seat next to her and I sat. "I should tell 
you that I don't like you saying `pleasure me'. It sounds so old fashioned."

"I'm sorry, Luisa. I didn't know," I apologised quickly. "I won't say it 
again."

Her brown eyes bored into me. "But what will you say, darling?"

I gulped. "Anything you want. What do you want me to say?"

"Oh, I don't know. Anything but that."

"Let me kiss you?"  I asked hopefully but she wrinkled her nose. "Let me 
give you head?" I `d heard the term but wasn't sure what it meant.

"Definitely not! How disgusting."

"I'm sorry," I said urgently and she laughed.

"You're always apologising. That's nice of you, dear."

"How about," I said slowly, "please let me lick you."

"Better," she nodded. "It sounds raunchy." I felt relieved and then she 
looked at me again. "Please lick what?"

"Your pussy?' I asked, blushing. "Your panties?"

"Whatever," she laughed. "But that's a lot better." She patted my arm. "But 
no licking for a while, darling. It would be a little messy. My period 
started this morning." My heart dropped and it must have shown on my face as 
she stifled a little laugh. "Poor dear. It's only a week. There's always 
next Saturday. Now," she said firmly, picking up the book, "my neck is still 
stiff."

I survived the week in an erotic haze with my senses permanently heightened 
and completely focussed on Luisa. For a week, I was the perfect doting 
companion, anticipating her every desire and fulfilling it. Veronica 
commented that I was becoming a more acceptable boyfriend for Luisa and I 
foolishly revelled in her praise. My poor constrained cock constantly 
throbbed.

At night, I dreamt of licking her and gaining that coveted third token. I 
knew I would be grateful to feel those gorgeous red lips on my denied cock.

Saturday morning came and I was washing Luisa's car, dressed in T-shirt and 
cut-offs, when she came up behind me and slapped me on the butt. "One day," 
she growled sexily, "you'll wash my car buck naked."  I blushed but was 
driven by my constant arousal. "Do you want me to be naked now?" I said 
eager to please.

She laughed. "My mother might be shocked but lose the T-shirt." Quickly I 
threw my T-shirt into the car and returned to washing it bare-chested. I 
suddenly realised that relief was my only ambition. "When you're finished, 
go into town and pick up my dry-cleaning," she said as she skipped up the 
stairs to have breakfast with her mother.

Luisa vanished for the rest of the day and I pined for her. Finally, in the 
early afternoon she came up behind me. "Boo," she said and I jumped around. 
Luisa burst into laughter and I marvelled at how pretty she was. She was 
dressed in a short white skirt, a pale blue top and strappy high heels with 
bare legs. "We're going out," she said. "Get showered and wear jeans and 
T-shirt.No underwear. Hurry."

I jumped to her command, had the shortest shower in history, dressed in 
jeans and the white t-shirt and ran to the car where she was listening to 
the radio. "Ready," I announced, jumping in and we roared down the winding 
road to town.

She was whistling to herself along with a tune on the radio and I 
respectfully waited until there was an opportunity to speak. My eyes were 
constantly drawn to her long bare legs as she pumped the pedals and I vainly 
tried to see up her skirt but the angle wasn't right. Luisa caught me 
staring at her legs and laughed.

We stopped in front of a movie house and Luisa smiled at me. "I feel like a 
movie," she said.

"Sure," I said quickly. "Which one?"

She pointed at a poster that showed the latest blonde sex god displaying his 
bare hairless chest. "That one."

Luisa gave me money and I ran off to buy the tickets. Luisa was talking to 
some women when I returned and I was introduced to Carol and Kay, some old 
school-friends of Luisa's. We sat in our seats just as the lights went down 
and I noticed the theatre was half-empty with only Carol and Kay at the far 
end of our row.

We held hands and cuddled with my cock now throbbing constantly as the movie 
started and soon Luisa was engrossed in watching the handsome man on the 
screen. "Hmm," she whispered to me, "he's so sexy."

"You're sexy," I said quickly and she laughed softly.

"I know I am to you, silly. But not to him." Luisa turned her lips to my 
ear, her hot breath on my neck as she whispered huskily. "He makes me so 
sexy. Say it, darling," she urged and I flushed when I realised what she 
meant but I had no control.

"Please can I lick your panties?" I whispered back.

"No," she breathed in my ear. "I'm not wearing any."

My cock was burning in pain. "Please let me lick your pussy," I groaned.

"Of course, darling," she purred.

"Let's go somewhere."

She shook her head. "No, darling. Don't be silly. I want to watch the movie 
while you do it."

I was horrified and my face burned crimson at the thought of it. "But your 
friends, they'll see!"

"They won't care. They'll think it's funny."

"Please no,Luisa," I begged.

"Darling," she said firmly. "I feel like it now."

Accepting my fate, I crept to my knees and moved in front of her. As I knelt 
before her on the floor of the cinema, she opened her legs and I gazed up as 
her half-lidded eyes watched the screen while her hand guided my mouth to 
her waiting pussy.

She was wet and I thought the licking sounds carried through the theatre. I 
heard dialogue from the movie, car chases and kisses and sighs on the screen 
while I devoted myself to my task. At last, after what seemed a humiliating 
eternity, she grunted and groaned, crushing my head with her thighs while 
she rode my mouth to her orgasm.

Luisa released my head and I rocked back on me heels to see Carol and Kay 
watching me with hands over their mouths. Sheepishly, I started to get up 
when Luisa's hand stopped me. "My feet ate sore, darling," she whispered and 
I started massaging her bare feet, staring up at her bare pussy while she 
watched the remainder of the movie. I was so humiliated.

Raving on about the movie, she led me to the car and waved gaily to Carol 
and Kay as we drove away. "Poor darling," she said. "You didn't get to see 
much of the movie, did you. Anyway," she said, dropping the token in my lap, 
"you've got this."

I was so happy. "Thank you. Thank you," I gushed. "When?"

A big smile formed on her face. "At 6:00pm tomorrow at the guest cottage. 
Don't be late."

I fingered the chain with the three tokens and felt so exhilarated I didn't 
sleep well that night. Tossing and turning, I dreamt of the coming evening 
and the relief that was at hand.

At 6pm, Luisa walked into the guest cottage and I hurriedly embraced her. 
Laughing, she pushed me away. "Down boy," she giggled. "We have to follow 
the traditions."

"More traditions?"

"Afraid so, dear." She was smartly dressed in dark grey business suit with a 
pale blouse and grey nylons. A leather briefcase completed the businesswoman 
look. "Now, why don't you get undressed?" I didn't have to be told twice and 
quickly stripped naked. Luisa glanced down at my chastity tube and produced 
a length of chain from her briefcase, locking one end to my bed. "Now," she 
said, offering the other end of the chain to me,  "lock this around your 
neck."

I was shocked. "What!"

"You have to lock this around your neck," she said patiently. "If you don't, 
I can't get the key for that," she said, pointing at the chastity tube.

"But why?" I protested.

"Tradition. Of course, it's your decision, darling." Muttering under my 
breath, I locked the collar around my neck with a loud click. "Wonderful," 
she said, kissing me lightly on the forehead. "I'll go and get the key. 
Don't go anywhere," she added, laughing as she left.

I sat on the edge of my bed for twenty minutes with my heart thumping and my 
body trembling with desire, waiting for her return. Finally, she walked back 
in, dropping her coat on the armchair and dressed in the blouse and skirt, 
she handed me a small key. "Here you are, darling," she smiled. "Time to 
unlock."

My trembling fingers struggled with the device until I finally slid the tube 
from my body and, immediately, my poor deprived cock sprang to full 
attention. Luisa giggled. "That was quick," and I blushed as my cock pulsed 
in my groin. To achieve full erection again was a blessed relief and an 
exquisite joy.

"Now," instructed Luisa, "you must give me the tokens and ask for relief." 
Trembling, I removed the three tokens that had taken so long to attain and 
placed them in her outstretched palm. "Please give me relief," I gasped.

"No, no," she scolded. "You weren't listening. Ask for relief."

"Please Luisa," I said desperately. "Can I have relief?"

"Better," she said and gently kissed me. "Do you love me?" she breathed.

"Yes, yes," I moaned. "I do. I want to marry you," I croaked, realising this 
woman was now the centre of my life.

"That's sweet," she soothed. "All right, darling, you can have relief," she 
said softly and moved away.

I looked at her as she leaned against the wall, arms folded. "What happens 
now?" I asked, bewildered.

Luisa smiled . "You relieve yourself, darling." Her eyes twinkled as she 
watched my stunned reaction.

"You mean...?" I paused, now totally confused.

"Masturbate or, whatever you call it. You know how, darling, all boys do."

The reality hit me as my cock bobbed madly. "But, Luisa," I wailed. "I 
wanted this to be special, a special moment for you and me."

"But it will be, darling," Luisa said calmly. "Unless you've done it in 
front of a woman before?" She raised a questioning eyebrow.

"No, no," I stuttered. "Of course not."

"So this will be special after all. You'll play with yourself and I'll 
watch."

"But, Luisa," I whined.

"It has to be like this, Billy. Or not at all."

A moment passed while my cock waved in the breeze. "All right," I said 
softly, my face red.

"What, darling," she said innocently. "I couldn't hear."

"I'll play with myself," I said louder and she smiled at my surrender.

Slowly, I closed my palm around my cock and involuntarily groaned with 
pleasure at the touch. Giving myself to the sensations, I started to slowly 
stroke my cock in that familiar motion. "Look at me, darling," Luisa said 
and I opened my eyes. She was watching me intently, a broad smile on her 
face as my hand moved faster and faster. Carried forward on the wave of my 
desire to come, I no longer cared and was totally fixated on reaching that 
long awaited explosion.

She moved closer and her breasts, rising and falling in the pale blouse 
filled my vision. I moaned and shuddered as I spurted and my stickiness ran 
down my hand as a wave of humiliation swept over me. Naked and chained to my 
bed, I had just masturbated in front of a fully clothed woman. Her fingers 
roamed through my hair. "Was that nice, darling?" I nodded slowly, keeping 
my face down and I felt her move away for a moment.

Luisa returned with a towel with a damp wash cloth. "Clean up, darling." 
Face burning, I wiped my hands and my body clean. "Did you mean it about 
marrying me?" she asked softly.

"Yes," I croaked, finally lifting my face. "Will you?"

"I'm afraid it's traditional for you to ask my mother for permission to ask 
me, dear. Do you want to do that?" I nodded. "I love you," she said softly, 
picking up the chastity device and handing it to me. "Put this back on, 
dear." Slowly, I locked the device back on and, after a little hesitation, 
gave the key to her. Smiling, she left me alone to hide the key and returned 
ten minutes later. "Here," she said, handing me a key for the collar and 
chain. "Keep that here, darling for the next time." She cupped my face with 
her hands and stared down at me. "I have to go away on business for two 
weeks. I'll miss you."

"I'll miss you," I cried, realising it was going to take an even longer to 
reach the three tokens again. She kissed me deeply. My heart dropped as I 
watched her walk away and I wondered how long this period of denial would 
last.
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