Legless

I was perusing some paperback books in the mystery section of a Charity bookstore when I first noticed her. She was standing on several shelves to my right. I didn't see her come in, I must have been looking at a book.

She looked to be in her mid-thirties. I'd like to tell you it was her pretty face that caught my attention but that would be a lie. Certainly, she was very pretty but her body was much more than pretty, it was memorable. What she was wearing suggested that she was both aware and proud of her lovely figure which was shown off by a blouse that allowed a peek at an ample cleavage and a short skirt that just about covered the cheeks of her full round bum.

A little wave of excitement rippled through my loins when I noticed her open-toed, high-heeled sandals and bright red nail polish. It took every bit of self-restraint that I could muster to keep from throwing myself at her feet so that I could kiss and lick those delectable toes.

Her long brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail. The casual hairstyle suggested a woman on a relaxed Saturday morning shopping trip, but her dark eye makeup and heavily rouged lips created an impression that she was looking for more than just books; I mean, who goes book browsing looking like that? This was the kind of woman that has always turned my stomach into knots and thrown me into a total state of panic.

My name is Douglas Baedder. My mother named me after some war hero, but that didn't make any difference to the bullies at school. They loved making fun of my strange name. It didn't help that I was a short, scrawny little guy with slightly effeminate features. Growing up, I was the butt of an endless barrage of playground jokes.

My two older sisters and their friends used to take great delight in dressing me up as a girl. Once they were done I was always mortified as they laughed and giggled about how convincing they'd made me look.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to tell you that I'm gay or a transvestite. I'm not. I'm a healthy red-blooded heterosexual. I will admit that I frequently fantasize about dominant women, and I do have a little foot fetish but, what the hell, all of us have one or two secret kinks.

What I am trying to say is that I have never been the big macho stud who attracts beautiful women, women like the brunette standing just a few feet away from me (usually I have always shied away from these women, they scare the hell out of me) nonetheless, I still appreciate a pretty face, a large round breast, and a well-formed buttock. What red-blooded male doesn't?

Once I noticed this sultry goddess, I couldn't stop myself from stealing sly glances at her. I furtively watched her out of the corner of my eye while I pretended to browse a book. I felt like a horny little kid peeking at the lingerie mannequins while he was walking through a department store hanging on to his mummy's hand. I knew I was being naughty but I couldn't help myself.

I stole several glances. I was just beginning to create a wonderful erotic fantasy about this earthy woman when I looked up and found her staring directly into my eyes. I immediately started blushing and looked away. I took a moment to gather my courage and then I discreetly glanced at her again. She was still watching me, only now she was smiling.

I interpreted her smile as a smirk. I was mortified. I quickly closed the book I was examining, added it to the others I had chosen, and walked straight to the counter.

There were three people already waiting in line ahead of me. I stared at the floor. I desperately hoped that I could quickly complete my purchases and escape from the store before the beautiful woman had a chance to confront me about my brash behavior.

Suddenly a voice behind me said, "You're a shy little guy aren't you?"

I turned. To my complete mortification, it was her.

My face turned a blush. I started to try to stammer out an apology. "I'm sorry...."

She smiled at me. It was a warm smile. "Relax Sweetie, I think you're cute. Besides you're not exactly the only man in the world who likes to stare at my tits." She paused for a moment and then she added, "Although I do like a man who knows how to apologize to a woman."

I started my apology again, but she held up her hand. "It's okay."

There was something very soothing about her voice. I started to relax. I smiled at her.

She smiled back and whispered, "That's much better." And then she got a mischievous look in her eyes and said, "I'll show you mine if you show me yours."

My mouth dropped open in dismay.

She laughed. "Sweetie, don't get your hopes up; I'm talking about our books."

I was suddenly embarrassed again.

My gorgeous shopping partner recognized my discomfort and gently said, "Relax sweetie, I was just teasing you."

She extended her hand. "My name is Veronica Waterman."

I took her hand and gave it a vigorous shake.

Veronica waited for a moment and then she laughed and said, ".. and this is the point where you say your name."

I closed my eyes and stared at the floor. I realized that I was acting like a total buffoon. I seemed to be moving from one humiliating moment to the next.

She smiled at me and said, "Well?"

"I umm, I'm Dougie Baedder."

Veronica raised her eyebrows. "Dougie?...Baedder."

I slowly nodded. "Yes, I'm named after a war hero."

She knowingly nodded. "Ah, Douglas Bader, the Legless RAF pilot."

I stared at her for a moment and then I said, "You know who Douglas Bader was?"

She smiled at me. "Yes, Dougie I do. Does it surprise you that a woman might know something about the second world war?"

I nervously said, "I umm no, I didn't mean to offend..."

Veronica laughed. "Dougie, you didn't offend me, but if you feel the need to make amends, you could always buy me a cup of coffee."

I stared at her. I was speechless.

She shook her head and then she gently said, "Let me help you. Dougie repeats after me. Veronica Waterman, you seem like a very interesting person. I would love to get to know you better. Could I buy you a cup of coffee?"

She grinned at me as I obediently repeated her prompt word for word and then she said, "I love a man who knows how to say the right thing. Let's pay for our books and go to the coffee shop next door."

Our coffee date lasted for over two hours. We started by telling each other a little about ourselves. Veronica worked as a secretary for a large company that sold insurance. She'd been married three times but was currently divorced. I told her that I'd been married one time and was also divorced. She was very impressed when I told her that I taught English at the local college and she confided to me that she'd always dreamed of going to University.

We discovered that we both loved classical music, art galleries, museums, red wine, and of course reading. We spent at least a half hour talking about books. Veronica told me that enjoyed mysteries and historical novels, but she also surprised me when she sheepishly admitted that romance stories about strong powerful men taming and seducing genteel women were a secret pleasure.

I wasn't surprised by Veronica's admission that she enjoyed reading trashy novels, I liked some pretty trashy books myself. What surprised me was her confession that she enjoyed stories about powerful men conquering beautiful women. This seemed inconsistent with her constant innuendos about appreciating a man who knows how to take directions from a woman. Of course, I was too shy to question her about this and instead responded by telling her about some of the trashy books that I enjoyed.

As our coffee date progressed it became increasingly evident that both of us were enjoying each other's company and neither of us wanted it to end.

Veronica finally looked at her watch and said, "Dougie I'm sorry, but I have some errands that I have to run this afternoon." She shook her head. "You're an interesting man; I could easily spend the entire day with you." She stared at me for a moment and then my heart gave a flip when she said, "Would you take me to dinner tonight?"

I was already falling in love with Veronica. To keep from getting hurt I had spent the last two hours constantly reminding myself that once our coffee date ended I would probably never get to see her again. Now I was nearly overcome by a wave of pure joy. There was a huge grin on my face as I answered, "Yes please Veronica, I would love to take you to dinner tonight."

She smiled at me and said, "Wonderful". And then she opened her handbag and took out a business card and a ballpoint pen. She wrote her address on the back of the card and handed it to me. "Dougie, this is my address. The Highwayman in town is my favorite restaurant. Make a reservation for eight o'clock. If you pick me up at 7:40 we'll have plenty of time to get there.

She stood up and picked up her handbag. "I'm sorry, but I have to run. I'll see you at 7:40."

I stood up. While I was saying goodbye Veronica turned and walked out of the coffee shop. As I watched her leave a little wave of excitement rippled through my loins. The woman I was taking to dinner tonight was not only beautiful, she was very strong-willed. Deep down inside, I realized that this was the woman of my dreams.

As soon as I got home I called the Highwayman and was relieved to hear that they still had a dinner reservation available for the designated time. For some reason, the idea of calling Veronica and telling her I couldn't get a table at her favorite restaurant terrified me.

Once that was done, I spent several hours trying to mark students' papers. It was a hopeless task, I had trouble focusing my attention as my mind kept wandering to my beautiful goddess. I kept hearing her say, "I just love a man who knows how to take direction from a woman." The more I thought about her, the more I began to believe that Veronica Waterman was the woman of my dreams.

Late afternoon and I gave up the pretense of working, put the pile of papers to one side, and started getting dressed for my date. I moved slowly. I had too much time to spare. I spent some of the time deliberating about what I should wear. I pulled things from the wardrobe and changed my mind many times before finally making a decision. I put my suits away and laid out a sports jacket and Chinos on my bed.

I then spent the next half hour showering, shaving, combing my hair, and getting dressed. Once I was ready to go I looked at the clock. It was 6:15. I still had almost an hour and a half to spare.

I knew that I'd go crazy if I tried to stay in my flat so I got in my car and drove to the bank. I went to the cash machine and withdrew a hundred pounds. It was comforting to know that should there be any problem with using cards I also had cash with me. I didn't want anything to go wrong that evening.

I checked my watch as I left the ATM. It was just a few minutes before seven. I still had forty minutes before I was due to arrive at Veronica's. I thought for a moment and then I decided it wouldn't harm to drive to find her address so I would know exactly where she lived.

I took her card from my wallet and got back in the car.

I was familiar with the town so it wasn't hard to locate Veronica's address. She lived in an old part, the 'stockbroker belt' as it was locally known, and when I turned the corner onto her street, I counted off the numbers and soon found her address as being one of the imposing mansions. There was a large Mercedes parked out in front, I pulled up behind it and took a moment to confirm that I had found the correct address. There were three letterboxes attached to the wall next to the front door but from the curbside I couldn't make out the nametags so I speculated that Veronica's apartment might be on the top floor.

I looked at my watch, it was 7:15; I still had twenty-five minutes to spare. I felt silly just sitting in front of Veronica's apartment so I put my Toyota Compact into gear and pulled away from the curb then spent the next twenty minutes feeling a little foolish slowly cruising around her neighborhood.

20 minutes later I drove back; the Mercedes was still parked in front of the building and once again I anxiously pulled in behind it. I took several deep breaths to try to calm my nerves and then turned the engine off, opened my car door, stepped out into the pavement, and checked my watch. It was 7:40.

When I got to the porch I looked at the three mailboxes and felt pleased with myself when my guess was proved right for the top one had the number 3 painted on it and had a small card bearing the name 'V. Waterman'. I pressed the doorbell next to the mailbox and waited … and waited … and waited for what seemed like a long time although it was probably less than a half minute. When I didn't get a response I pressed the button again. This time I waited a full minute. There was still no response. I tried the front door, it was locked.

I was just about to take out my mobile and call Veronica when I heard her voice. There was a small speaker located above the door. "Is that you Dougie?"

"Hi Veronica, yes it's me."

The door buzzed. Veronica said, ".. come up."

I tried the front door again. This time it was unlocked. I stepped inside. There was a door to my left with the number 1 painted on it. To the right, there was a wide staircase going up.

I started climbing. When I got to the second floor I heard a door open above me. A man's voice said, "Thanks Roni, I'll see you at work on Monday."

Veronica's voice answered. "James, I had a wonderful time, thanks for stopping by."

I stopped and listened. There was silence. It almost seemed like they might be kissing and then I heard a door close and footsteps started down the stairs.

Suddenly a man appeared around the bend in the stairway. He was a tall very handsome man. He appeared to be in his early forties. When he saw me he stopped and stared, gave a chuckle, and walked by without saying a word.

I continued up the stairs. When I got to the third floor I knocked on Veronica's door. She opened it immediately. "Hi Dougie, please come in."

I stared at her and was a little taken aback, she wasn't ready. She was wearing a silk robe loosely tied at her waist that just barely came down to her mid-thighs. Her hair was mussed and her makeup was smeared. She was naked underneath. Her large breasts were almost fully exposed.

I was completely befuddled. I didn't know what to do or say. It appeared to me that Veronica and the man who had just left had been having sex.

Veronica self-consciously pulled her robe together and tightened the belt. She grabbed my arm and pulled me into her apartment. Through the window, I could see the Mercedes pulling away and I said, "Who was that man?" I just sort of blurted it out.

Veronica thought for a moment and then she said, "That was James Martin. We work together. James had some documents that he needed to be countersigned. I took care of them for him."

"Dressed like that?" I again just blurted it out.

Veronica stared at me. Gradually her stare turned into an icy glare. Finally, she very quietly said "Dougie, I just told you why James was here. This morning at coffee I thought you might be the perfect man for me, but now you're beginning to sound just like my three ex-husbands. If you're not going to trust me, if you're going to act jealous, then I suggest that you turn around and leave right now."

I didn't know what to do. I was ashamed, embarrassed, confused, and very nervous. For a moment I felt like I was back with my ex-wife.

I looked at Veronica. "I ummm...."

"Dougie you may apologize for your rude behavior, but if your next words are anything but an apology I will demand that you leave immediately."

Veronica stood perfectly still with her arms sternly crossed over her chest.

I didn't want to leave. I was also feeling guilty. This was our very first date. Even if Veronica was having sex with another man right before I arrived, it was none of my business.

I took a deep breath. "Veronica I am..."

"Get down on your knees."

"What?"

"I want you on your knees when you apologize to me."

I stared at Veronica in dismay.

She stared back. After a moment she said, "Dougie I am waiting."

As Veronica stared at me I suddenly realized that I was starting to get very excited. (As I have already mentioned that I often had fantasies about dominant women. This situation was beginning to feel more and more like one of those fantasies.)

I quickly made my decision, not only willing to apologize to Veronica, I was eager to do it. My entire body was tingling as I dropped to my knees. When I looked up at Veronica she was smiling and at that moment I realized that she was enjoying this every bit as much as I was.

I took a deep breath and slowly said, "Veronica I apologize for my rude behavior. I had no right in questioning your explanation. I promise I will never do it again, please forgive me."

Veronica reached down and gently helped me to my feet. "Dougie, I forgive you. I do understand that this was probably the first time you ever walked into this kind of situation. I am sure that it was very confusing for you. Just remember that it will always be better for both of us if you accept my explanations without question."

She leaned over and kissed my cheek. "I think this little misunderstanding might have been very fortunate. It appears that we both just learned a great deal about each other and I have to say, that I am very excited about what I just saw."

Veronica grabbed my hand. "Come with me, you can keep me company while I get dressed".

Veronica led me into her bedroom and I immediately noticed that the bed was a mess. The covers had all been pushed to the floor and there was a large wet spot, a puddle of spunk, in the middle of the sheet. It was obvious that the man who passed me on the stairs had just finished fucking Veronica on this bed.

Veronica noticed me staring at the wet spot and watched me for a moment. When I didn't say anything she smiled and said; "Dougie be a dear, get a washcloth from the bathroom and wipe that up. That stuff always gets so hard and crusty if they're allowed to dry."

Veronica was asking me to clean another man's semen off of her bed sheet. This was a test. She was trying to find out just how far I was willing to go. From the moment I got on my knees and apologized we both knew I had submitted to this woman's will. There wasn't any point in my trying to be some sort of macho person. Neither of us wanted that, now the only question that remained to be answered was just how submissive was I willing to be for this woman.

I quickly decided that I was willing to go as far as she wanted to take me.

I politely bowed my head and said, "Yes ma'am, I'll take care of it right away."

Veronica stared at me as I walked into the bathroom. I found a washcloth near the sink and got it wet. When I returned she was still standing in the same spot. She wordlessly watched as I obediently wiped James Martin's drying cum off of her bed sheet. As soon as I was done I took the soiled cloth back into the bathroom and carefully rinsed it out and then I hung it on the towel rack to dry.

When I returned Veronica was smiling. "Dougie, I am very impressed, in fact, I have to admit that I find your submission very exciting."

I was also very excited and it seemed to me that at this moment honesty was by far the best policy so I again bowed politely and said, "I am also finding it very exciting."

Veronica took a deep breath, unfastened her robe, and let it drop to the floor. Her naked body was even more gorgeous than I had imagined. I tried not to stare at her, but it was difficult.

She noticed my attempt at being polite and laughed. "It's okay Dougie, I want you to look at me. I'm proud of my body." She giggled. "Besides it's your reward for being so obedient."

I laughed and said, "Thank you very much. It's a wonderful reward."

Veronica winked at me and then she turned and sat down at her makeup table. "I took a shower before James got here, so all I have to do is redo my makeup, brush my hair, and put on my dress. Why don't you make my bed while I get ready."

I grinned and again said, "Yes ma'am, I'll take care of it right away."

Veronica was putting on fresh eye makeup. She set her mascara brush down, turned around, and looked at me. "Dougie, are you enjoying this as much as I am?"

I nodded. "Yes, I believe I am."

Veronica worked quickly. By the time I was done making her bed, she had applied fresh makeup, brushed her hair, and was slipping her dress over her head.

After she pulled her dress into place Veronica walked over to the bed. She turned around and allowed me to pull up the zip then she took a moment to inspect the bed and said, "Very good Dougie, this is very neat. Most men that I know do a very sloppy job when they make a bed." She patted my butt. "You would make an excellent wife."

She grabbed my hand. "Come on, we're late for dinner."

It was almost 8:30 by the time we arrived at the Highwayman. I was worried that we'd lost our reservation, but we were in luck. They had several groups who chose to linger over their dinner, so they were running late. Our tardiness turned out to be a welcome relief for the restaurant. A table was just opening up for us as we arrived.

Once we were seated, we ordered aperitifs and examined the menu while we waited for our drinks. As soon as our martinis arrived we ordered our dinner.

After the waiter was gone we both took a big sip of our cocktails and relaxed. The talk of sexual domination that had permeated the air in Veronica's apartment was put aside and we returned to the mundane conversation of the coffee shop and continued to get to know each other. We talked about our families, our interests, our dreams, and our disappointments.

We had our martinis refreshed and then when our starters arrived I ordered a bottle of wine.

The dinner was excellent, as was the wine but the main course had been a challenge and we were both full so we chose coffee and cognac as an alternative to dessert. As we sipped our cognac Veronica leaned across the table and said, "Tell me about your marriage".

I smiled, took a minute to collect my thoughts and then I told her.

"Her name was Emily. We got married 11 years ago. I had just completed my Ph.D. She was a high school English teacher working on her master's degree. I thought we were in love." I sighed. "I think I might still be a little in love with her."

Veronica stared at me. "What happened?"

"About three months after we got married I was teaching an evening class that was canceled. I came home early. I found her in bed with the football coach from the high school where she taught."

"What did you do?"

"I blew up, said awful things to her, and stormed out of the house." I shrugged. "Later that night I called her and tried to apologize but she wouldn't talk to me."

"Why would you apologize? She was the one who was cheating."

"I know, I've spent many hours thinking about that since it happened. I guess the answer is that I didn't blame her for cheating."

"What makes you say that?"

I stared at the floor for a moment and then I quietly said, "I'm not very good in bed."

Veronica started to chuckle but stopped herself. She reached across the table and held my hand. "I'm sorry Dougie, I didn't mean to laugh. It just struck me as funny. I mean, it's not the kind of thing most men are generally willing to admit; especially when they're on a first date."

I smiled at her. "Well, if our relationship develops, you're going to find out anyway, so we might as well get it out in the open."

Veronica burst out laughing. "Dougie, I just love your honesty but it might be better if you don't 'get it out in the open' here, they might not be so understanding." Still smiling from her joke, she took a moment to collect herself and then she said; "Okay, so tell me why you think you're so bad in bed."

I stared at her. "You're going to make me tell you, aren't you."

She shrugged. "You brought it up; besides, as you just said, if our relationship goes anywhere I'm going to find out anyway."

"All right, I have a tiny penis and I tend to ejaculate quickly."

"How tiny?"

"You do understand that this is very embarrassing, don't you?"

"Just relax and tell me."

"About Four inches."

"Erect or soft?"

"Erect."

Veronica raised her eyebrows and said, "That's tiny, no wonder you are named after someone without legs!."

"You're not helping."

She grinned at me. "Oops, sorry, that's not what I meant, actually I may be helping. I haven't walked out of the restaurant have I? Now that I know, you don't have anything to be nervous about anymore, do you?"

"I guess that's true."

"All right, that's size dealt with, what about timing, how quickly?"

"Very."

"What do you mean?"

"Often before I get it in."

Veronica considered this for a moment and then she said, "Okay, we've established the fact that you're not very good at sexual intercourse." She smiled at me. "But there are other ways to please a woman."

"I don't understand?"

Veronica winked at me. "You've got a tongue, I love a man who knows how to use his tongue."

"My ex-wife would never let me do that. She thought it was dirty."

Veronica shook her head. "She has no idea what she was missing."

"I'm not sure I'd know what to do."

"Well, maybe we'll have to give you your first lesson tonight."

I stared at her. "You mean you want to ... tonight?"

Veronica stared at me and slowly nodded her head.

My face must have turned red because she suddenly burst out laughing and said, "Dougie you are so cute when you get embarrassed."

I smiled at her. "You may just be the most wonderful woman I've ever met.

Veronica's expression became very serious. She stared at the floor for a moment and then she looked up at me and quietly said, "Dougie that might be the nicest thing a man has ever said to me."

We were both silent for a moment and then I smiled at Veronica and said, "All right, now it's your turn. Tell me about your marriages."

Veronica shook her head. "I did the same thing your ex-wife did."

"What do you mean?"

"I cheated."

"On all three husbands?"

"Oh yes."

"Why?"

"I don't know, I guess it's just the way I am, can't help myself, I'm just a slut at heart."

"That's a pretty harsh name to put on yourself."

She shrugged. "I suppose I'm used to it, people have been calling me that since I went to high school." She thought for a moment and then she said, "I don't know why, but I've always loved sex. When I was in high school I never wanted just one boyfriend, I wanted lots ...," She laughed, ".. and I had lots. When the boys know you're easy, then it's very easy to get asked out."

Veronica was quiet again. She was thinking about all of this. Finally, she said, "I know it sounds like I was doing it for attention, but that's not true. Dougie I love to fuck and I love variety. Sometimes I think I have the sex drive of a man."

She stared at me and smiled, I smiled back. When she realized that I wasn't going to judge her she continued, "I've concluded that I'm not the marrying kind." She closed her eyes and added wistfully, "Dougie, how I wish that wasn't true. I get so lonely sometimes but I know I can never be faithful to just one man."

Her good humor returned and she laughed, "When I married my second husband three of my old boyfriends kidnapped me during the reception. It's a common wedding prank, only we didn't just drive around, they took me to a motel. Each of the guys took a turn fucking me and then we returned to the reception and after we got back I danced with my new husband with the semen from three other men running down my thighs."

She closed her eyes and bit her lower lip. "Problem was Dougie, they couldn't keep their mouths shut. They bragged to everyone about how they took turns fucking me on my wedding night and when my new husband heard about it, well, two weeks after the wedding my second marriage was annulled."

She looked at me and shrugged. "I guess it didn't matter, sooner or later I would have cheated on him and he would have eventually caught me with someone else and we would have still ended up in divorce court."

She took a deep breath and stared into my eyes. "Dougie, James Martin fucked me just before you got to my flat this evening."

I nodded and quietly said, "Yes, I figured that one out."

She continued. "He's married, stuck in a boring life. Every Saturday afternoon his wife visits her mother and her sister and for the past two years, when she went off to make her visit he's spent that time at my apartment. Usually, he's gone by five, but this afternoon his wife and her sister decided they would take their mother out to dinner and it messed our timing up. His wife didn't leave their house until 5:30 so James got to my apartment later than usual. Knowing you were coming, I tried to make him go; I was so afraid that you would turn around and leave if you found James at my apartment when you arrived ..."

She shrugged, "… but he kissed me and I melted. That's all it takes. I don't have any control."

I looked at her. "Why did you make up that story about signing papers?"

"I don't know, I had to tell you something. I was afraid you were going to walk out. I guess I'm used to lying about my infidelity."

"You made me get down on my knees and apologize when I challenged the story."

Veronica got very quiet. It was apparent that she was thinking about this. Finally, she sighed and said, "It felt like the beginning of one of the fights I used to have with my ex-husbands. It brought up old anger."

She looked at me. "Why did you apologize?"

I smiled. "I guess it reminded me of the situation with my ex-wife. I tried so hard to make amends to her for losing my temper that afternoon."

"You were justified when you got mad. She was cheating on you."

"Is that the worst thing in the world?"

Veronica stared at me in silence.

"She slept with that man, but I don't think she loved him. She never married him."

I laughed but it was a nervous laugh, "She eventually did marry someone else, but only after we'd been separated for a very long time." I lowered my voice to a whisper. "I have spent so many nights wishing that when I walked into that bedroom I would have just turned around, went back downstairs, made myself wait until they were done fucking. I'd like to know if we could have made it work. I would have been very willing to let her have an occasional fling."

We were both quiet for a moment and then I looked up at Veronica. "There was another reason that I apologized."

Veronica studied me. I smiled at her.

She gave a knowing nod.

I grinned at her. "You know what I'm talking about."

Now she was smiling. She licked her lips, "Tell me, I want to hear you say it."

"Do I have to? You were the one who made me get down on my knees?"

Veronica stared at me. The smile on her face turned into a grin as she said, "You did it."

"Yes I did and we both enjoyed it didn't we?" I took a deep breath. "You also made me wipe that man's semen off of your bed sheets and then you made me tidy your bed."

"That was exciting wasn't it?"

"I think it may have been the most exciting thing I have ever done in my entire life."

Veronica started giggling again. "I got wet when I saw you cleaning up James's cum."

"So where does this leave us?"

"I still want to hear you say it."

"What?"

"You know."

"You're going to make me do this?"

She laughed. "This is only the first of many things that I intend to make you do."

My entire body started tingling with excitement. I felt like I was perched at the edge of a great cliff. I took a deep breath and jumped over the side, "Veronica Waterman I am willing to submit to your will."

Veronica reached out and grabbed my hand. "Dougie call the waiter and pay the bill. It's time for you to show me where you live."


To be continued.

It was almost 10:30 by the time we left the Highwayman. It was Springtime, it was dark, but the evening was still warm. As soon as we pulled away from the kerb I opened the car windows to enjoy the fresh air. (I was concerned that I had maybe ***** a little too much to be legal and needed to clear my head).

As we headed down the high street Veronica put a hand on my thigh to get my attention (as if that was needed!) and said, "Oh look, we're going to be driving by Zizi's."

Zizi's was another restaurant which had a license for music and dancing, a kind of pseudo nightclub. It also had a reputation as a place to go if you were looking for a one night stand … not that I had ever done so.

I gave her a smile, "Yes, I know, I live just down the street from Zizi's."

Veronica stared at me for a moment and then she said, "Really? How come I've never seen you there?"

"Do you go there frequently?"

Veronica laughed, "Yes, at least two or three nights a week."

I shrugged, "Well I've never been there."

"You live 'just down the street' and you've never been there?"

I nodded, "That's right."

"Dougie, you don't know what you're missing, I have to take you there. Zizi's is a great place. Crawling with talent, on a good night, absolutely crawling. Jeannie and I love the place."

"Who's Jeannie?"

"My best friend. I can't wait to introduce you to her, you'll like her."

We drove past the neon sign that announced, "Zizi's, Dining and Dancing" and the cars parked outside. Veronica said wistfully, "Seems like there's a good crowd tonight. Oh, look, there's Ron's Porsche."

I looked at her, "Ron, who's Ron?"

"Just another gentleman I know."

I shook my head amused at this constant chatter and her references to the kind of life she led. As we approached my turn, we slowed and came to halt while I waited for the gates to my apartment building to open. It was Veronica's turn to shake her head, "Dougie, Churchill Gardens, you don't live here do you?"

I grinned at her. "Yes I do."

"Churchill Gardens, how can a poor teacher afford to live here? Is there something you haven't been telling me; Dougie, are you rich?"

I laughed. "I don't know, that depends on how you define rich."

I took a deep breath, I am 'old school' as far as money is concerned and personal wealth was not a topic to be discussed with anyone other than your bank manager (if such a person could be found these days!) but I decided that for the sake of keeping Veronica interested in me that perhaps in her case I would make an exception.

We pulled into my marked parking place and I said, "Do you remember I told you at dinner that my Mother died of cancer when I was little?"

"Yes."

"Well, he later remarried and we came to live in this place and were bought up by my step-mother. He was an executive with an international bank and this was the ****** home. They were both killed in a car accident and he left everything to me and my sisters. My sisters had left home by this time, I was married but recently divorced with nowhere to live so I was given the house which after everything to do with the will had been sorted out still left me with a large sum of money"

"How large?"

"I'm not going to tell you that. Let's just say I don't really need to work, I have enough in the bank to live comfortably for the rest of my life ."

"Why do you work then?'

"Because I like working; I like meeting people and anyway, I figure that if we get together I want it to be because you like me and not because I have money."

Veronica got very quiet. She was obviously thinking about this. Finally she said. "Dougie, I can't remember the last time when I have been as excited about being with someone as I am now. She sighed, "It's not about money, it's not because of the sex … although I do have that in mind with you tonight. Dougie, I've also got a confession … you might not believe it but I live a lonely life?"

I nodded, "Yes, so do I."

"I meet a lot of men, but none of them bother about getting to know me. You have and when we met I just felt that I had found a kindred spirit. This morning and tonight at dinner you didn't just flirt with me so you could get me into bed, you took the time to ask me about me, my life. You actually seemed to care about what I said."

Veronica sighed. "Dougie I know I like you, but we just met this morning. I don't know how all of this is going to turn out. Part of me is very excited and another part of me is afraid. I've been hurt too many times. I don't let my guard down easily. Right now I just want to spend some time with you. I want to enjoy being with you and I hope you'll enjoy me."

She smiled, "Dougie, don't get me wrong, I love the things you can do with money but it's never been a big deal for me. Companionship is what I value. Dougie, I'm not interested in stealing your money, I want your heart ..." She gave a little giggle, "…. with a side order of pleasure, my 'legless' man".

I blushed. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything."

Veronica laughed. "Dougie, you don't need to apologize, it was me who asked, I'm not offended if you don't want to tell me. It's right that you should protect yourself." She winked at me, "It's not as if size matters!"

We went through the front door and Veronica looked around, shook her head and said, "Your father was a very rich man."

I nodded. "Yes he was, but we very frugally. Growing up, I had no idea that we were rich. Being in banking, he was very discrete and astute and the investments he made have been very lucrative."

"Did your ex-wife get any of your inheritance?"

I shook my head. "No, she divorced me a couple of years before my father died and I rarely talked about him while we were married, so she didn't know he had money."

"Does she know how rich you are now?"

I laughed. "No she doesn't. I haven't spoken to her in several years and I really don't see any point in telling her now!"

Veronica laughed. "Dougie you're a better person than I am. If I'd been in your place I would have made sure that she knew exactly what she'd missed."

I smiled. "Enough about money, let me show you around."

As she slipped off her coat she said, "One last question."

"OK."

"If you have so much money, how come you drive that funny little car?"

I grinned at her. "I like 'little', what would a big fancy car do for me?

"It might get you noticed and laid once in a while."

"Would it really help? I mean, I'd still have a tiny cock and I'd still cum the moment a woman touched it."

Veronica laughed and gave my hand an affectionate squeeze, "Come on 'legless', show me around, I want to see this tiny cock that you keep on about. I feel like I know it already!"

Churchill Gardens is a gated community of a few apartment buildings set in formal gardens which have views of the picturesque Grand Union Canal. The view from the large windows in my living room is forever fascinating at anytime of the day or night with a continuing changing vista of canal boats negotiating the locks and the abundance of wildlife that inhabits the canal banks.

The moment we entered the living room Veronica walked straight to the picture windows and said, "Dougie, this is fabulous."

I proudly walked over, placed my arm around her waist and did my best comic impression of being some kind of property magnate (whatever that was supposed to be!) "Yes my dear, it really is quite spectacular."

Veronica grinned at me and then she kissed my cheek. "Dougie, you've been fooling me with this facade of a meek English teacher. You're actually a notorious stud aren't you?"

I kept the jokey charade going, "Dammit, Veronica, you've caught me out, you've discovered the real me. The meek teacher is a persona I adopt so that I can lure innocent young women to my hideaway and abuse them for my personal gratification."

Veronica burst out laughing. "Dougie you are absolutely priceless." She grabbed my hand. "Come on stud, let's go out on the balcony. I want to take a moment and admire this view before you start abusing me."

She led me through the door out onto the balcony and a warm breeze gently blew through our hair as we walked over to the wall and looked down. For a moment we stood next to each other in silence and stared at the canal below us. In the background we could hear the soft rhythms of a romantic ballad emanated from the direction of Zizi's.

The combination of the warm breeze, the soft music and the twinkling lights of the passing houseboats on the canal below us combined to create a magical moment. Veronica turned and quietly whispered, "Kiss me Dougie."

I gave her a light peck on the lips.

Veronica laughed. "No Dougie, real men do it like this."

She took me in her arms and kissed me. At first, it was a just a gentle kiss, but our passion grew quickly. Both of us were starved for affection. I had been alone for several years and while Veronica may have had many men, those bonds were always born out of a mutual desire for physical pleasure rather than emotional satisfaction.

As our passion grew so did our lust. Veronica suddenly broke off our kiss and said, "Take me to your bedroom Dougie. I want you."

This was not a command that was difficult to obey. I took Veronica's hand and led her back into the apartment and down the hall to my bedroom.

I was a fastidious housekeeper so I wasn't worried about entertaining at the spur of the moment. When we entered my bedroom it was immaculate.

Veronica looked around and laughed. "Dougie, your apartment is neater than my lady's house."

I started to respond, but she put her finger on my lips and stopped me. "Don't talk, just undress me."

I nodded and quickly removed Veronica's dress and, remembering my manners, found a hanger and hung it in a wardrobe. When I returned she was unclasping her brassiere. As she tossed it on my dresser I couldn't help looking at her large breasts. They were beautiful.

Veronica saw me staring and laughed. "Do you like my big titties Dougie? If you take your clothes off I'll let you play with them as much as you want."

I grinned. Sex had become traumatic for me, but with Veronica it was different. She had a way of making me feel at ease.

I took my shirt off. As I walked to the closet to hang it up Veronica stopped me. "Dougie, toss it on the floor. You're done wearing it. It won't hurt if it gets wrinkled."

I obediently tossed my shirt to the floor. When I turned and faced Veronica I was blushing.

Veronica shook her head. "Dougie I'm not used to being seduced by a man who's blushing."

I shrugged. "I'm sorry I just..."

"Dougie you don't have to apologize. I'm finding you to be incredibly charming." She smiled. "But I'm afraid I might be an old lady by the time you get your pants off."

"Sorry."

I kicked off my shoes, removed my socks and unbuckled my belt. I was just about to drop my trousers and my underpants when I stopped and looked at Veronica. "This is kind of scary. Promise me you won't laugh."

She smiled. "I promise."

I dropped my pants and my boxers to my ankles. After I stepped out of them I looked up at Veronica. My little penis was standing at attention.

She stared at it for a moment and then she said, "You weren't kidding were you Dougie? That is the smallest dick I have ever seen in my entire life."

I slowly nodded, but I was crestfallen. I don't really know what I was expecting, but Veronica's frankness surprised me.

Veronica sensed that she'd hurt my feelings. She walked over to me and gently put her arms around my shoulders. "Baby, it is small and I think we have to be very honest with each other." She softly brushed her lips against my ear. "It doesn't mean that I don't like it. Dougie you have a little penis, but it's your penis. I already adore you and because I adore you I adore your little penis."

Her left hand dropped to my crotch. She picked up my tiny erection and tenderly held it in her fingertips. "Dougie I love your little cock. I think it's going to become my favourite toy."

My entire body tingled as Veronica started to squeeze the shaft. I put my arms around her and kissed her hard. She kissed me back and as she kissed me she started pumping my cock with her fingers.

Suddenly I felt that familiar sensation of pleasure building in my loins. I reached down and tried to pull Veronica's hand away. I didn't want to humiliate myself by cumming immediately.

She broke off our kiss and stopped me from pulling her hand away so she could continue stroking my cock. "No Dougie, it's okay; I want you to cum. If we're going to have an honest relationship it's important that we both understand each other and that we both know that we understand each other.

Suddenly my muscles tightened. There was a moment of intense pleasure and then I started to ejaculate. Veronica kept pumping my little cock. As she stroked me, my semen dribbled all over her hand.

Once I was done cumming she stared into my eyes while she brazenly licked my fresh semen off of her fingers.

Veronica sat down on the bed and spread her legs. She was still wearing her panties. They were made of a nearly transparent silk. The crotch was reinforced with another layer but I could still easily see the outline of the cleft of her pussy through the shiny material. Veronica pulled on her nipples for a moment and then she slipped her fingers down to that silky triangle of cloth and started rubbing herself .

"It's time for you to get down on your knees Dougie. You've had your fun, now it's time for me to have mine. I want to see you crawl for me."

I stood perfectly still. I wasn't exactly sure how I should respond. I was a little taken aback by Veronica's demand.

She stared at me. After a moment she pointed at the floor. "Dougie in the restaurant you told me that you wanted to submit to my will. Was that just idle talk?"

I slowly shook my head. "No Veronica it wasn't."

"Well then, what are you waiting for? Get down on your knees."

A little thrill rippled through me. This was one of my most secret fantasies coming true. I took a deep breath and obediently fell to my knees.

Veronica extended her leg and wiggled her toes at me. "Dougie crawl over here and kiss my feet."

Again I hesitated.

"Don't be shy Dougie. I know you want to do it. Today while we were having coffee you couldn't take your eyes off of my toes."

I was immediately embarrassed. Veronica was of course correct, I had been peeking at her feet the entire time we were having coffee; but I thought I was being discreet."

"Oh isn't that cute, you're blushing."

She held her foot out and wiggled her finger at me. "Come here Dougie, show me that you understand exactly how a good little boy like you should treat a woman. Crawl over to me and kiss my feet."

My entire body was tingling with excitement, but I couldn't move. Fantasizing about submitting to the will of a beautiful woman is exciting, being faced with the prospect of actually doing it is frightening.

"Dougie, I'm waiting."

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, pushed my hand forward and started crawling over to Veronica.

"That's a good boy, now show me that you know how to give a woman the respect she deserves."

She already had me from the moment I started crawling; submitting completely to her now became easy. I picked up her foot. Veronica sighed as I reverently began kissing each of her toes. When my lips touched Veronica's feet my inhibitions melted. In fact, I lost all self restraint and threw myself into worshiping her with unbridled passion.

Veronica started giggling. "Oh my, we have discovered a little fetish haven't we?" She lay back on the bed and extended her other foot. "Clean them, my little legless boy; clean both of my feet with your wonderful little tongue."

I cradled both of Veronica's feet in my hands and methodically licked them clean. It was a labour of love and while I was doing it my beautiful goddess reclined on my bed and enjoyed the sweet sensations created by my efforts.

Veronica finally pulled her feet away and sat up. "Enough, that was wonderful; but it's time for us to explore some other delights."

She stood up, quickly pulled her panties down, kicked them off to add to the pile of my clothes on the floor, sat back down on the bed and spread her legs. I was still kneeling at Veronica's feet, but now I was staring at her smoothly shaved sex. She reached down and pulled the lips of her cunt apart. "Look at my pussy Dougie, it's beautiful isn't it?"

I nodded. I was so excited that I just barely managed to croak out the words, "Yes Veronica it is."

"Would you like to kiss it?"

I was mesmerized. I couldn't take my eyes away from Veronica's pussy. I whispered a barely audible, "Yes."

"Beg."

I looked up at her. She was smiling at me.

"Beg, beg for permission to kiss my beautiful cunt."

I stared helplessly at Veronica. I was stunned by this demand.

"Dougie tonight at dinner I told you that I intended to subject you to many offenses. This is just the first."

I still didn't move or speak. Bringing carefully guarded fantasies out into the open is a difficult task.

Veronica studied me for a moment and then she sighed. "Dougie, you're weak and I'm strong; I'm dominant, you're a submissive. You want this and so do I." She stared at me. "Tell me you don't want me to make you do this and then I'll get dressed and go home. Tell me that at this moment you're not as excited as you have ever been in your entire life. Just say that and I'll pull you up next to me and we'll spend the rest of the night having quiet vanilla sex. I'll let you fuck me as many times as you can get hard. Is that what you want baby?"

I stared at Veronica's feet. I knew she was right. The prospect of fucking a beautiful woman like her was appealing, but it paled next to the possibility of spending the evening as her servant. This woman understood me very very well. I longed to be her submissive masochistic slave."

"I'm right aren't I? Come on Dougie, if I'm wrong prove it; stand up and take me like a man."

Now it was my turn to take a deep breath. I looked up at Veronica and quietly said, "Veronica may I please be allowed to lick your cunt?"

A wry smile formed at the corner's of her mouth. "What did you say? Speak up, I didn't hear you."

I repeated my statement in a louder voice. "Veronica may I please be allowed to lick your cunt."

"At this moment, I think that it might be more appropriate for you to call me Ms. Waterman. Real men call me Veronica or Roni and you are showing me that you are certainly not a man, try again."

"Ms Waterman, may I please be allowed to lick your cunt?"

"I don't know legless, are you worthy of licking my cunt?"

I gasped when I heard Veronica call me 'legless'. She was of course playing out the fantasy perfectly. I was a masochist and the humiliating name sent a thrill of excitement rippling through me.

She heard me gasp. "What's the matter pussyboy, don't you like being called legless? A beautiful woman just invited you to spend the entire night fucking her and you're kneeling on the floor begging to lick her cunt. You must be a wimp."

I stared at her. I wasn't sure how I should respond.

"Say it pussyboy, tell me what you are."

Now I understood what she wanted. I swallowed hard and quietly said, "I'm a wimp."

"Louder!"

"I'm a wimp!" I nearly yelled it.

"Whose wimp are you pussyboy?"

"I'm your wimp Ms. Waterman."

Veronica patted the top of my head. "Yes you are Dougie. Yes you are."

Both of us were quiet for a moment and then Veronica said, "Pussyboy before I allow you the privilege of licking my cunt, I think you need to demonstrate your devotion to me."

There were butterflies in my stomach. I was beginning to understand that Veronica had a very creative imagination. Part of me was excited by this knowledge, but another part of me was terrified by it.

She put her finger to her cheek and mockingly said. "What shall I make you do?" She smiled at me, it was a wicked smile and then she rolled over so she was lying face down on the bed with her legs spread and her feet on the floor. "Dougie you may prove your devotion to me by licking my bottom."

Over the past several years I have spent a substantial number of evenings perusing web sites featuring stories, pictures and movies about dominant women humiliating submissive men. The act that Veronica was now demanding that I perform on her was a staple of these web sites. It was also an act that I frequently fantasized about while I masturbated late at night in the privacy of my den.

Now however I was confronted with the prospect of doing it in real life. I hesitated. Pushing your tongue into another person's asshole is a very degrading thing to do.

"Dougie you know you want to do it."

She was right. I leaned forward. I could feel Veronica quivering with excitement as I spread the cheeks of her beautiful rear. For a moment I stared at her puckered little hole and then I took a very deep breath, gathered all of my courage and pressed my lips against her anus.

Veronica cooed with delight.

Suddenly all of my inhibitions were washed away by an overwhelming surge of excitement. I was worshiping my goddess. This was something I'd secretly longed to do since I was a teenager and now I was actually doing it.

Veronica gasped when she felt me probe her anus with my tongue. "Dougie that feels wonderful; don't stop, please don't stop."

I pushed my tongue into her as deeply as I possibly could. Veronica reached back between her legs and started massaging her clit. Both of us were totally consumed by our mutual lust.

Suddenly Veronica arched her back. Every muscle in her body seemed to tighten. For a moment she remained perfectly still; she was like a coiled spring and then she screamed and her entire body started to shake.

I pulled back. I didn't understand what was happening. I watched. I wasn't sure about what I should do.

Gradually the convulsions tearing through Veronica's body started to subside and she collapsed on the bed. I continued watching her. She seemed to be whimpering, she might even have been crying and then suddenly she started to laugh. She rolled over onto her back, grabbed my shoulder and pulled me up on top of her. As she held me in her arms she whispered, "Dougie that was magnificent. I think it might have been the most intense orgasm I've ever experienced."

Everything immediately became clear. I'd never actually seen a woman have an orgasm before. My first wife certainly never had one with me. I was overwhelmed with pride. I'd actually made Veronica cum. This was something I never imagined I would be able to do for a woman.

I raised myself up on my forearms, looked down at her and asked, "Would you like me to do it again?"

Veronica started laughing. "Yes Dougie, I'd like you to do it for me every day for the rest of our lives, but tonight I think we should experiment a little more. I think we might be able to find some other very interesting games."

Veronica pulled me back down so I was lying on top of her again, put her arms around my neck and kissed me hard on the lips. It quickly turned into a passionate kiss filled with intense emotion.

Suddenly she rolled me over and pinned me to the bed. She looked down at me and said, "Dougie can I stay here with you tonight?"

I laughed. "Of course you can, nothing in this world would make me happier." I got quiet and then I looked up at her with a very serious expression. "You can also stay with me tomorrow night and the next night and the night after that and after that I'd like it if you stayed with me some more."

Veronica grinned at me. "I would like that Dougie, I would like that very much." Now it was her turn to get very quiet. After a moment she said, "I intend to keep on seeing other men, can you handle that?"

I slowly nodded. "Yes Ms. Waterman I think I can."

"If I live here, that means I may bring men here and entertain them in this room. You may or may not be at home."

I understood exactly what Veronica was doing. She was laying out the boundaries of our relationship. I appreciated it. I slowly nodded my head. "Yes Ms. Waterman, I understand that."

Veronica stared into my eyes. "Dougie are you really willing to try this?"

I stared back at her. "Yes I am."

She grinned and then she leaned down and pressed her lips against mine. We wrapped our arms around each other and kissed with the intensity of new lovers. After a moment Veronica sat up and leered at me. "I think it's time for my little legless man to learn how to give a woman a proper kiss."

She pushed me off the bed. "Time to get back on your knees Tiny dick."

My body tingled as I got down on the floor. My entire being was already inflamed with sexual excitement and Veronica's cruel taunts were now fanning those flames. I had willingly become her toy and now I was more than eager to submit to any indignity that might suit her whim.

Once I was in position Veronica spread her legs. I stared up at her exposed cunt. She slowly drew two fingers through her glistening cleft and held them out in front of me. They were damp with her moisture. "Is this what you want Dougie? Would you like to taste me?"

I breathlessly answered, "Yes Ms. Waterman very much."

She smiled, pressed her fingers against my lips and nodded with approval as I opened my mouth and greedily licked them clean.

Veronica let me suck on her fingers for a moment and then she pulled them away and said, "Dougie it's time for you to learn how to give me head. Start by kissing me baby. Do it lightly, just brush your lips across my pussy."

Now I am an English teacher who also happens to be an immaculate housekeeper. I know how to follow directions and I am obsessed by detail. If Veronica wanted me to lightly brush her cunt with my lips, then that was what she was going to get.

I leaned forward and gently grazed the lips of her already moist pussy with my own lips.

Veronica gasped. 'Oh yes Dougie, that feels wonderful."

That was all the feedback I needed. I planted a series of very soft kisses along the length of her cunt. Veronica didn't move. Her eyes were closed, the tension in her body seemed to be slowly building as I planted each kiss.

I softly blew on her pussy and felt her shiver with excitement.

I kissed her again, only this time I extended my tongue and gently tickled the lips of her pussy as I placed each kiss.

Veronica was wet, very wet. When I touched her with my tongue I tasted her for the very first time. It was good, in fact it was wonderful. As I tasted her I realized that giving head to this woman was the most exciting thing I'd ever done in my entire life.

My kisses became firmer. Veronica cooed with delight. I closed my eyes and started to make out with her cunt.

"Lick me Dougie, lick me with your tongue."

I did as I was told. I moved slowly but I was firm and deliberate. Veronica reached down with both of her hands and spread the lips of her pussy. "My clit Dougie, find my clit and kiss it."

I'd spent enough time on erotic Internet web sites to have a fairly complete understanding of a woman's anatomy so I knew where to find Veronica's clit. I looked at it. She had a large clit and it was sticking out from the little hood of skin that generally served as it's hiding place. I smiled, my goddess was aroused.

Veronica shuddered as I kissed it and cried, "Dougie!"

I kissed it again.

She grabbed my head, pulled my face into her cunt and breathlessly whispered. "More!"

I started sucking on Veronica's clit. She responded by wrapping her legs around my shoulders and locking my head in place. I kept sucking on her clit. She started rotating her hips. I heard her giggling with delight as she ground her sopping cunt into my face. I responded by closing my eyes and pressing my face into her sex. We lost track of time. Our only concern was Veronica's pleasure.

Suddenly Veronica stopped moving. I continued sucking on her clit. For a moment she sat perfectly still on the edge of the bed and then she screamed. It was a shrill, almost frightening cry. As she screamed her entire body started to shake. I stopped sucking on her clit, but she kept holding my face pressed into her cunt.

I waited patiently with my head locked between Veronica's legs while the waves of pleasure tore through her body. When the convulsions finally started to subside she relaxed. I waited for a moment and then she freed me from the iron grip of her thighs and lay back on the bed.

I watched her from my place at her feet. I wasn't sure what I should do, so I just waited. Finally she sat up. When Veronica saw me kneeling on the floor in front of her she smiled. "You really are a very obedient little slave aren't you?"

I didn't say anything, I just picked up her foot and kissed her toes.

Veronica sighed. "Dougie you are absolutely wonderful." She reached down and pulled me up on the bed. "Come on baby, it's time for us to cuddle."

While I was getting on the bed Veronica noticed that I had an erection. She grabbed my little penis and laughed. "Oh my it looks like someone got excited when he was licking my cunt."

She kissed my cheek. "Lie down legless, Veronica knows just what to do when her sweet baby gets a cute little stiffie."

She pushed me down so I was lying with my head on the pillows. Once I was settled she kneeled next to me. I gasped when she leaned over and put my erect penis into her mouth. This was the first time I ever experienced a blow job. My ex-wife was always opposed to oral sex, she thought it was dirty.

As I lay there enjoying Veronica's efforts I had to smile. I remembered that when I walked into our bedroom on that fateful night, Emily had the football coach's huge cock in her mouth. Apparently oral sex was only dirty with me.

Suddenly I felt that wonderful tingling start to build in my loins. I decided that I had better warn Veronica. "Ms. Waterman, I think I'm about to cum."

She waved me off with her hand and continued sucking me without regard to my warning. When I started to cum she kept my cock in her mouth and amazed me by swallowing all of my semen.

Once I was done cumming Veronica sat up and smiled at me. A small trickle of my semen was dripping from the corner of her mouth. "Dougie, you're a very sweet gentleman, but when I give you a blow job you don't have to worry about cumming in my mouth. I love the taste of spunk." She giggled, "I always swallow it."

Veronica pulled my arm out, lay down and cuddled up to my shoulder. As we fell asleep she whispered, "Dougie this was a wonderful evening.”

I smiled and whispered, “Yes Ms. Waterman, it really was.”

Sunday morning I awoke early and it took just a second to realize that last night hadn't been a delicious fantasy but that Veronica really was lying next to me. I looked at her with the visions from the previous day filling my head, seemingly an impossible dream, yet there she was asleep in my bed.

I watched Veronica for a few moments while I tried to makes sense of the events that led to her presence in my bed and finally came to the conclusion that it that would never make sense … but also decided that I wasn't worried. I concluded that while many people might think we looked an odd pair, Veronica and I needed each other.

I slipped out of bed, careful to avoid disturbing my goddess, pulled on a pair of boxers and a vest and went down to the kitchen and started the makings of tea. While the kettle was boiling I walked to the front door and picked up my Sunday newspaper from the door mat.

As I was pouring my tea I heard the toilet flush. A moment later, hearing movement, I turned, it was Veronica. She was naked. I stared, mesmerized by her beauty.

She smiled. "It's very flattering to have you looking at me but I think I'd be a little more comfortable if you could find me something to cover myself, something like what you're wearing."

I made a face and said, "Aw, that won't be as much fun …" but nevertheless went into the bedroom and found her a clean pair of shorts and a tee shirt.

As I handed them to Veronica I said, "Would Madam like a cup of tea?"

She nodded. "Yes thank you Dougie, that would be very nice."

There was an odd formality to our conversation considering our intimacy from the night before. I was new to this situation but I figured it was probably fairly normal behaviour for two relative strangers who awoke to find themselves together after a night of casual sex.

Veronica pulled on the clothes I offered and sat down. I brought her a cup of tea, put bread in the toaster, then sat down at the kitchen table with her. I felt we were acting just like a married couple.

I opened the Sunday paper and maintained the illusion by asking, "Would you like to read the newspaper?"

She sipped her tea and nodded, "Thank you, yes. Is there a magazine section?"

I handed her the colour supplement and took the business section for myself.

For a few minutes we both read silently and sipped our tea and then Veronica suddenly looked up and said, "Dougie, listen to this."

She read me a story about a dog rescue, I listened and after we talked about the incident for a moment we both went back to our reading. A minute later she started giggling and read me a story about a mugger who fled the scene only to run straight into a police station. I shared in her laughter as I got the toast and put the slices on a plate.

For the next hour we sat in the kitchen, eating breakfast and taking turns reading from the Sunday paper. It was a wonderful start to the day and my fantasy of this being how a 'normal' married couple behaved was furthered when once it was warm enough we moved out onto the balcony to enjoy the morning sun.

We viewed the passers-by on the towpath below and spotted a few wading birds on the opposite bank of the canal and it was so wonderfully 'normal'.

Then the spell was broken when Veronica looked at me and said, "Dougie, I've had a wonderful time with you, but I think it's time for me to go home. I have things I need to be getting on with."

I slowly nodded my head. The past twenty-four hours had been a fairy tale come true and I didn't want it to end, but I knew it was inevitable. Veronica was a beautiful woman and a busy lady and I was quite certain she must have many handsome men eagerly waiting for their turn to entertain her. I was a total nerd, a wimpy schoolteacher, and I fully understood that I should be grateful that I had been allowed to spend one wonderful day with this bewitching goddess. Nonetheless, although disappointed inside, I put on a brave face and quietly waited while Veronica collected her things. Once she was ready we went out of the front door, down to find my 'funny little car' and then made the drive to Veronica's apartment in uncomfortable silence. The relaxed, easy going feeling that had existed between us earlier was now gone, the atmosphere distinctly uncomfortable; it almost seemed like an evil spell had been cast over us.

I pulled over to the kerb in front of Veronica's address and she leaned over, kissed my cheek and said, "Dougie, thank you for a wonderful evening."

I longed to take her in my arms and cover her with kisses … but I didn't. I was afraid. Instead I politely said, "It was my pleasure."

Veronica nodded and got out of my car.

I sat mutely at the curb and watched as the woman of my dreams walked up the path to disappear into her apartment building.

After the front door shut behind her I continued to sit at the kerb. I couldn't bring myself to drive away. I didn't want to leave, but I didn't know what else to do so I just sat and stared at the view through the windscreen, seeing but not seeing.

My daydream was interrupted when suddenly my mobile rang. I picked it up and heard, "Dougie?"

It was Veronica.

I quietly said, "Yes."

"Why are you still parked in front of my house?"

Embarrassed by the sharp tone of her voice, I stammered,. "Yes, I'm sorry Veronica. I'll leave immediately."

"No, don't go, I'll be right out."

"I ahh..."

"Dougie, please stay there. I'll be down in a second."

Suddenly the front door opened and she stepped out holding her phone to her ear. For a moment she stood on the doorstep staring at me. Then she ran down the path to my car, came around to the driver's side, pounded on my window and said, "Dougie, get out of the car."

I opened the car door and stepped out. As soon as I was standing in the street Veronica threw her arms around my shoulders. As she hugged me she said, "Why did you let me go?"

I didn't know what to say.

Veronica held me and said, "Dougie, please don't leave me."

I put my arms around her and said, "I thought you were bored with me."

Veronica shook her head. "You silly, silly boy; I'll never be bored with you. You're the most wonderful man I've ever met."

For a long time we just held each other and then Veronica whispered, "Dougie do you have anything you have to do today?"

I shook my head. "No, not at all."

"Could we spend the afternoon together?"

I laughed, "Yes, nothing would make me happier."

Veronica grabbed my hand. "Good, come upstairs with me. You can start the day by giving me a bath."

I smiled as Veronica walked me up the path to her front door and thought, what a wonderful change in fortune, a moment ago I was in the depth of depression and now I felt like I was back in my 'happy place'.

Veronica straightaway led me into her bedroom, turned her back to me, and said in that commanding tone of hers,. "Unzip me Dougie."

I didn't hesitate. I pulled down the zip and she stepped out of it, handed the dress to me and in the same tone said, "Hang this in the wardrobe and then go and run me a bath."

Veronica's manner had changed, she had gone from being sweet to becoming very dominant. I was excited. She watched me as I obediently hung her dress in her wardrobe and I'm sure she must have noticed me as I lovingly smoothed the creases before I went into her bathroom. As I adjusted the taps to fill the bath she called out, "Legless, there's bath gel on the shelf, choose something nice."

I looked at the shelf which held different coloured bottles. There were no labels to indicate the flavour of the contents so I picked up the lilac one, gave it a sniff and poured a gloop into the bath. The water immediately bubbled up and the sweet scent of violets filled the air. I hoped that I had chosen wisely.

As I stirred the water with my hand Veronica's voice broke my concentration, "Dougie while you're waiting for the bath to fill you should get undressed. If you're going to be my slave, then I think it's appropriate for you to be naked while you wait on me."

A little thrill rippled through me, how exciting,. Veronica used the word 'slave'. I quickly began undressing and was just stepping out of my boxers when she walked into the bathroom, she was naked and I forgot what I was doing and I stood stock still looking at her.

She laughed to see my reaction, "Right answer, it's always good for a slave to appreciate seeing his Mistress."

Veronica took my hand and I helped her step into the bath. She settled down beneath the bubbles and nodded toward the sponge on the bath side and said, "You may wash me now."

Oh my goodness, I was beside myself with excitement as I set about complying with her command and gave her a long slow luxurious wash down and discovered, for the first time, that bathing a beautiful woman is an incredibly erotic experience.

Veronica didn't say anything as I washed her, she just moved from time to time to allow me to sponge her beautiful tits or lifting herself so that I could better wash between her legs. Not a word was spoken until she considered we were done and she stood up and told me to get the large fluffy bath towel from the heated rail and to hold it open to wrap around her while she stepped out of the tub. I stood to one side expectantly and she said, "You can use the water to have a quick bath yourself, I want you clean. When you're done, empty the bath and come back to my bedroom".

She went into her bedroom and I stepped into the bath, pulled the plug and had a quick wash down while the water drained away. I quickly wiped around the bath as instructed and as soon as I was dry I joined Veronica.

She was sitting naked on the edge of her bed and before I had even made it through the door when she saw me she smiled and said, "Dougie get down on your knees and crawl, I want you to lick my pussy."

I obeyed immediately. My entire body tingled with excitement as I dropped to my knees, crawled over to my beautiful goddess and buried my face between her legs. I was living out a long-held fantasy.

While I was licking Veronica's cunt I thought about the fact that we were in the same bed that she'd shared with the guy (a co-worker, she said) who had been with her the previous afternoon. I remembered that yesterday that man had been allowed to fuck my goddess, that it had been his spunk on the sheets. As I pressed my tongue into Veronica's pussy I wondered if I would ever be granted that glorious privilege.

I gave Veronica two orgasms, it may have been three, she certainly made all the right noises. She pushed my head away and I remained patiently on my knees letting her get her breath as she relaxed for a few minutes. I think that I satisfied her for she opened her eyes, looked at me on the floor at the side of her bed and said; "Dougie, you're a wonderful lover and now it's your turn. Get up here"

I got to my feet and lay next to her and she straightaway wrapped her fingers around my erect penis. Her gentle touch sent shivers up my spine. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the wonderful sensations as she slowly massaged my tiny cock with her fingertips.

It was no surprise to me that despite my best effort to control myself that I came quickly. Veronica continued massaging me while I orgasmed and let my semen dribble all over her hand. Once I was done ejaculating she stared into my eyes and licked my fresh cum off of her fingertips.

Afterward she had licked her fingers cleans we lay together enjoying the sweet afterglow. While we cuddled I quietly whispered. "Veronica will I ever be allowed to make love to you?"

She rolled over so she was facing me and with a frown said, "Dougie, don't be silly, we just made love for over an hour."

I shook my head. "No, that's not what I mean."

Veronica sighed. "You're asking if I'll ever let you fuck me?"

I nodded, "Yes."

"First of all Dougie, the men that fuck me don't have to ask." Veronica paused to think for a moment and then she continued. "Legless, you're penis is so small and you cum so quickly that I think it might be too frustrating for both of us if I were to let you try to fuck me. Sweetie, I think it's much better if give you handjobs. That way you can cum as quickly as you want and you don't have to be ashamed of your tiny little willie." She stared at me. "You enjoyed yourself this afternoon didn't you?"

I quietly said, "Yes I did."

Veronica noted the tone of disappointment in my voice. She kissed my cheek and said, "I also promise to give you the sweetest little blow jobs you can possibly imagine."

I smiled.

She grinned at me. "Yes, you remember what I did for you last night don't you?"

I smiled back at her and slowly nodded my head.

Veronica leaned over, softly brushed her lips against my ear and said, "Of course you have to earn those by being a very obedient little boy. You are going to be a very obedient little boy aren't you Dougie?"

I quietly said, "Yes Ms. Waterman I am."

We lay quietly in each other's arms with our naked bodies pressed against each other, enjoying the intimacy that follows sex.

Veronica was the first to make a move, she sat up and said, "Dougie, can I stay at yours tonight?'

I looked at her and with no hesitation said, "Of course you can."

She stood up. "I have to pack a bag. I'll need work clothes to put on tomorrow morning."

"Can I help you?"

"Yes, I have a small suitcase in the hall cupboard, bring it to me."

I brought Veronica her bag and she quickly filled it with the things she would need for the next day. As soon as she was done she said, "Let's get dressed and go back to your flat."

I carried her case and we walked out to my car and made the short journey back to my place. It was late afternoon by the time we got back and Veronica sat at the kitchen table where she sipped a glass of red wine and watched while I made a simple dinner. She didn't say so but I think she was suitably impressed with my culinary skills and after pushing away her emptied plate she went through to the lounge while I cleared up the kitchen. She didn't offer to help with the chores, it was just assumed that I would do them.

When the work was done I joined Veronica in the den. She was lying on the sofa watching a chat-show on television. She smiled at me as I walked into the room and said, "Dougie, I'm feeling quite worn out, come over here and give my feet a nice rub."

I went over and kneeled next to the sofa and massaged Veronica's feet while she continued looking over my head at the television. The programme finally ended and she pulled her feet away leaving me kneeling on the floor. She sat up and said, "That was boring …, " hastily adding, "… not you, the TV. I'd like to do something a little more exciting, how about we have a chat-show of our own; how about we take a look at Internet together?" She winked at me. "They have better shows there and if you show me yours, I'll show you mine."

"I thought we did that yesterday in the bookstore," I quipped.

Veronica shook her head. "No Legless, we did it last night in your bedroom. I'm not sure I want to do that again."

I laughed. "Yes we did, and I loved every minute of it."

Veronica stood up, leaned down and patted my face, just as if she was petting a dog. "I know you did and maybe we'll do that again a little later on, but right now I want to see what sites you like looking at. You know the ones I'm talking about; the ones you have bookmarked as favourites."

I nodded and felt myself blushing at the thought. I got to my feet and said, "Umm, OK, wait here, I'll go and get my lap top."

"No you won't, I'll come with you. I looked into your Den yesterday and saw that you have a computer on an impressive looking desk and it looked as if there was a very comfortable desk chair."

She was referring to the antique oak desk of my father's that I had inherited, it filled most of the small room leaving just enough space for the chair and a bookcase. I made an excuse, "Yes, but that's the only chair in the room."

Veronica gave me that icy stare, "Why would we need another chair? It's just going to be you and me isn't it?"

"Well, yes..."

"Then one chair will be plenty. You can kneel on the floor next to me or maybe under the desk, there looked to be enough room."

She gave my back a shove and pushed me in the direction of the Den, "Come on Legless, it's time to go and look at some of the sites where you read about what women like me get to do to wimpy little pussys like you."

We got into my office and I woke up the computer. While I was waiting to log-on Veronica stripped off her jeans and panties, nothing else. She handed them to me and said, "Fold these up and lay them neatly on the desk. When you've done that, take off your own clothes. I've decided that it is time for 'show and tell' after all."

She giggled, "Show and tell, Yep, I like that. I'm going to 'show' you my pussy and then I'm going to 'tell' you to lick it."

I backed out into the hall and quickly undressed, much too excited to fully appreciate Veronica's joke.

As soon as I was naked Veronica wiggled her finger at me and said, "Legless, come over here and kneel underneath your desk."

I did as I was told and wriggled my way into the well beneath the old desk. Once I was in position Veronica sat down in the leather desk chair and rolled it up toward me, suddenly her naked cunt was directly in front of my face.

"Dougie, before you start licking me, tell me how do I get to your favourites, I'm not used to Apple, I'm a Windows girl."

I thought for a moment and then told her where to click on the screen. I heard her gasp and say the word 'cuckold'. I had no idea what she was looking at … or maybe I did.

The moment she said it, she looked down at me, "That is one is your favourites? Oh my, that is interesting."

I was suddenly embarrassed to think what site she was looking at and I'm certain my face blushed.

Veronica observed my discomfort and reached down and patted my cheek. "It's okay sweetie, I know exactly what the word cuckold means and it makes me very happy if you like looking at sites dealing with that ..." She gave a snicker and added, "… well, I would have to say that, wouldn't I?!"

I looked up at Veronica and could see that she was being sincere and my embarrassment turned into excitement. I took a deep breath and said, "Ms Waterman, may I please be allowed to kiss your pussy?"

Without taking her eyes away from the screen she said in a breathless voice, "Oh yes Dougie, I think that would be very nice."

I leaned forward and put my head between her spread thighs. I heard her gasp when she felt me press my lips against her moist cunt. For a moment I just kissed and then, feeling bolder, I slowly pushed my tongue into the cleft of her pussy. While I was licking her, I heard the sounds of the mouse clicking and her typing the keyboard.

After a moment she said, "Dougie, you are a naughty boy, just look at all the different sites you visit. I like this one, Cuckold Stories, we'll have to read some of those, and, oh, here's a section on feet." She giggled, “Looks like you visit that section from time to time, doesn't it, you wimpy footboy?"

I looked up and gave her a knowing look before moving away from her cunt to try to kiss her toes.

She playfully slapped my head. "Keep your tongue in my pussy footboy, I'll let you know when I want you to kiss my feet."

I pushed my tongue back into Veronica's cunt. She was very wet.

She sighed when she felt me licking her again. "Oh yeah, that's much better."

She leaned over to look closer at my computer. "Let me see, what else is here? Oh my, cream pies." Veronica rubbed my head. "Pussyboy, do you like the idea of licking another man's cum out of my cunt after he fucks me?"

Again, I knew what site she must be looking and I stopped kissing her pussy for a moment. The thought got me so excited that I started shaking. An involuntary reaction. I was embarrassed, but I couldn't stop.

Veronica laughed. "Look at you, you're so excited that you're trembling. Maybe I should have made you lick James's cum off of my sheets yesterday."

I froze as I recalled the sight of her visitor's cum on her bedclothes just after he had fucked her.

Veronica looked down at me, "Oh my, you would have loved that wouldn't you?"

She started chuckling. "Well cuckieboy, you've found the right girl. We can do that sometime."

I remained embarrassed. Admitting that you're willing to lick up another man's spunk is not exactly the kind of thing you want to admit to on a second date!

Veronica ignored my embarrassment and continued tapping and clicking away; another gasp, "What else is here? Interracial, oh my, that looks interesting. Hey, Legless, do you want to watch me suck a big black dick?"

I gave her a smile and went back to licking her cunt.

She kept reading. "Sissies and chastity, What's this? Lets open this up."

Suddenly I became very nervous. I became both excited about what Veronica was going to find but, at the same time, another part of me was terrified."

There was silence for a moment and then Veronica said, "Look at this, cuckolds in panties. Now that is interesting. Will you do that for me Dougie? Will you be my little sissyboy and wear panties for me?"

I stopped licking Veronica's cunt and bit my lower lip. I had no need to look for I knew that my stubby dick was as erect as it could ever, I was incredibly excited, but embarrassed about admitting the idea of wearing women's panties had great appeal.

"Look at you! You're so turned on that you can't even keep your tongue in my pussy." She patted my head again and reassured me, "It's okay Dougie, the more I look at your computer, the more I like it."

She giggled, "I thought I was the kinky one, but I think you might even be kinkier than I am. Sweetie, we're going to have so much fun together."

I looked up at her and smiled. Somehow, she knew exactly what to say to make me relax

She grinned back at me. "Now be a good little pussyboy and get back to eating my cunt. You like me using that word, don't you?"

Veronica sighed as I pushed my tongue back into her 'cunt' and started licking her again.

She was silent for a moment. I assumed that she was still looking at sissies in panties but suddenly she gasped, "Dougie this is amazing."

I looked up at her.

"There's a picture of a man who's penis is locked inside a plastic case."

I nodded. "It's a male chastity belt."

"But it's not a belt, it's more like a plastic tube."

"I know, whatever, some call them belts. I think chastity cage is a better name for them."

"So you know about these?"

I nodded, "Yes I do."

"There's a little padlock on it. Does that mean he can't take it off."

I smiled at her. "That's right, usually it's the woman who puts it on him using it deny his freedom to have orgasms."

Veronica looked puzzled, perhaps she wasn't as worldly-wise as I thought, she said, "You mean he can only cum if she unlocks it?"

I nodded to indicate she had guessed right.

Veronica carried on looking and clicking, she was obviously thinking about cock cages. Finally she said, "Dougie, that is so clever. You realise that a man who agrees to wear one of these cages is surrendering his freedom to enjoy sexual pleasure to the woman he loves. His cock and balls become hers. I think that might just be the craziest thing!"

"I suppose that's one way of looking at it, yeah, you could look at it that way."

Veronica took a deep breath, "Dougie, how much do you love me; will you do that for me? Will you wear a chastity cage and let me take care of the key? I want to own your cock and balls. Will you give them to me?"

I looked up at her staring down at me. My stomach was churning and I could feel my entire body tingling with excitement. I was both afraid but I was also very aroused. She had hit a nerve, all my life I'd been waiting to surrender to a woman, a strong woman, a woman like Veronica.

I closed my eyes and swallowed hard. "Yes Ms. Waterman, I will wear a chastity cage for you."

Veronica grinned back at me. "Good answer, Dougie, lick my clit, I want to cum. I want to cum right now. Suck me, suck me like you sucked me last night."

I found Veronica's engorged clitoris, it looked almost as big as my stubby cock, and placed my lips around it. She gasped when I started sucking on it, she gasped some more when I flicked it with my tongue while sucking.

It was only seconds before Veronica started shaking and groaned, "Dougie I love you!"

I kneeled at Veronica's feet and waited while she recovered from her orgasm. For a few minutes she lay perfectly still in my desk chair and then she leaned forward, smiled at me and patted my head. "Dougie, that was wonderful. You can come out now"

I looked up at her with a silly grin on my face. My heart was soaring with pride. I'd just given my goddess an orgasm.

Veronica chuckled to see my submissive demeanour and said, "Dougie you'll never make it as a strong, hardnosed macho lover."

I laughed and said, "I might be if I had a bigger cock!"

"That would help, but attitude is also a large part of it."

"So, would it help if I spoke with a deep voice and say, 'Veronica, spread those legs, you belong to me'?"

Veronica giggled, "No, coming from you, Legless, that doesn't sound quite right, that wouldn't work."

"Hey, help me out here, I'm willing to change to whatever you want me to be."

Veronica shook her head. "Dougie, if I was looking for a macho lover you wouldn't be here."

"Really? Who would be?"

"Oh, I can think of several who'd fit the role."

Suddenly, it seemed to me that her tone didn't sound so jokey, I felt very offended. I stood up, and tetchily said, "Well, why don't you call one of them."

Veronica looked at me, "Dougie, what just got into you?"

I stared at her without speaking.

She let go of her attitude then said, "Dougie, tonight I don't want to be with a macho guy, tonight I want to be with you." She paused, "Dougie, you know I am going to see other men, we've already talked about that. I thought that was what you wanted."

The way she looked at me, the soft tone to her voice made it sound so right. I sighed. "It is, it's just that... it's ..."

"What Dougie?"

"A minute ago you said you loved me. I understand that you probably didn't mean it seriously, but it still made me happy when I heard you say it. Veronica I'm starting to have feelings for you. I know you're going to cheat on me and I am excited about it, but..." I hesitated and dropped my voice to a whisper, " … thinking of you being with another man makes me feel jealous."

She looked at me with an confused expression. I concurred and said, "This is all very confusing."

Veronica stood up, took my hand and said, "Dougie come with me." She led me into the lounge and, naked, we both sat down on the sofa. She put her arm around my shoulder and held me close to her.

"Dougie, you're right to be confused. When I said that I loved you it was more a case of that's what I always cry out when I'm having an orgasm, but ..." she paused, it was obvious that she was choosing her next words very carefully.

She took a deep breath. "Dougie, it may be that we've only just become friends but I already feel that you're different to any man I've ever met. You're smart and sensitive and fun to be with and I can tell we will be good together. Dougie I think I actually may be falling in love with you."

I sensed she had more to say and I waited with bated breath for her to continue with her 'confession'.

Her voice was barely audible, "Dougie I think I'm really in love with you but it won't matter, I know that as much as I love you, I'll still end up cheating on you. I'll try hard to be faithful, I really will, but there will always be other guys that I will love and they will know exactly what to say to me to get me into bed." She shook her head, "It's not that I want to be unfaithful, it's just that I love sex and I need to have big cocks and, let's face it, you haven't got one of those, have you."

Veronica held my hand and held my gaze and said, "Dougie, if we stay together I'm scared I'm going to end up hurting you."

I let her words sink in before responding, eventually I said, "Do you want to hear something funny?"

She looked at me.

I smiled and said, "I think I can accept that, there's a part of me that wants you to hurt me."

I shook my head, "It's a funny thing but being cuckolded by you would be really hurtful but, you know, it will be a delicious kind of hurt for I am really a masochist at heart. To see you with other men is going to hurt, but I think I want it to hurt, I want you to hurt me and I want you to humiliate me." I gave a weak laugh, "… but I also want you love me and care about me and be kind … but maybe not at the same time."

Veronica gave a little sob and squeezed my hand, "Dougie I think it will be very easy for me to love and care about you and be tender and sweet to you but I also want you, no matter what, to care about me and be just as tender and sweet to me …." She then got that serious look in her eyes when she said, "… but Dougie, I also want to hurt you and humiliate you. Will you let me do that Dougie; will you let me hurt you; will you let me humiliate you in front of my lovers? Would you like that Dougie?"

I gave her a smile, "Yes Veronica, I really think I would."

Veronica stood up and still holding my hand said, "Come with me Dougie."

She pulled me off the sofa and with growing excitement I followed her to the bedroom not knowing what was going to happen. All I knew was that I was going to let this beautiful woman do anything to me that she wanted to do.

She led me to the bed, turned me around and shoved me so that I fell down on the bed. As I lay on my back, she clambered on, straddled my head and smothered me with her full weight on my face and her puckered anus against my lips.

In a rough harsh voice she commanded, "Lick it, wimp, lick it good."

I eagerly pushed my tongue into Veronica's ass and was rewarded when I heard her gasp. She then she leaned forward, gripped both of my nipples and gave them a vicious twist. The pain was excruciating but with her butt smothering my face I was unable to cry out. Instead, tears started to trickle down my cheeks.

Veronica released her grip, rolled off of my face and I was able to breathe once more. She turned around, straddled my chest and staring into my eyes said, "Beg me to date other men."

I looked up at her. At that moment she was my goddess and I was her obedient slave. I took a deep breath and said, "Ms. Waterman I want you to date other men."

"That's not what I told you to say. What's the magic word?"

I gulped, realising my mistake, " Umm, Beg, uh, Ms. Waterman I beg you to date other men."

She gave a triumphant smile, "Interesting. Why? Tell me why Dougie."

"Because you are my goddess and it's your right."

Slap! She struck me hard across the face with the palm of her hand, "No Dougie, that's not the right answer! I know all about you; we both know the right answer. Tell me Dougie, say it, I want to hear you say it."

Tears were still streaming down my face as I looked up at her.

She continued staring into my eyes. "Say it Dougie. I want to hear you humble yourself."

I had never, ever been as excited in my whole life. I took a deep breath and chose my words carefully, I said as calmly as I could muster, "Because other men will give you satisfaction and I can't because I am unable."

She nodded in agreement, "Better; so how do wimps like you satisfy a woman?"

"By using their tongue and licking her pussy and her bottom."

"Yeah, that sounds more like it. So do little wimpyboys with little boy dicks ever get to fuck a woman?'

"No Ms. Waterman, that pleasure is reserved for real men."

"Correct. So there's no reason for you and your little boy dick to resent seeing a real man fucking me is there wimpyboy? He'll be doing something that you're unable and never be allowed to do, won't he?"

"Yes Ms. Waterman, I understand, you're right."

Veronica lifted her hand and I cringed as I anticipated another slap but instead she stroked my cheek, gave me a peck on the forehead and said, "Yes, I know I'm right, little boy."

She lifted herself off me and I had a pang of disappointment to lose the comfort of having her warm pussy pressing against my chest but was then overjoyed when she turned around so that she was again facing away from me. As she sat down she slid back to once again cover my face and my heart gave a flip when she said, "Show me how a little wimpyboy like you makes love to a woman."

I really don't know how long Veronica rode my face, time had no meaning as I licked her to three orgasms. She seemed to be insatiable, my face was soaked and my tongue sore from probing as deeply as I could manage but after her third orgasm abated she kind of collapsed and lay still.

A moment passed and she turned around and once more straddled me face-to-face. She gave me a hard stare and then her expression softened and she started laughing. I was confused, it wasn't a laugh of triumph, it was a laugh of joy. She repositioned herself so that she could hug me and I joined in the laughter when she said, "Dougie, I'm so glad I found you, You are wonderful and we are going to have so much fun together."

I put my arms around her and hugged her back and cheekily said, "Yes, we are but you had better let me know if there are any other rules and things that I need to know. I wouldn't want to be a disappointment!"

She smiled, "Oh, good boy for asking." She paused for thought, "Dougie will you dress me and help me get ready for my dates?"

A shiver of excitement at the thought rippled through me, "Yes Ms. Waterman, I would love to do that."

"And if I bring my date back here, will you cook dinner for my lover and me?"

"Yes, Ms. Waterman, I would be delighted to do so."

"And if I let you watch, will you lick cum out of my cunt after he's done fucking me?"

Now it was my turn to laugh. Not because what she said was funny, it was a laugh from being happy and excited at picturing the scenes of my fantasies. I said with as much sincerity as I could muster, "Yes Ms Waterman, it would be my honour to do all of those things."

Veronica leaned down and pressed her lips against mine. We kissed a kiss of uncontrolled passion. When the need to breathe became overwhelming, we broke apart and Veronica looked into my eyes and said, "Dougie, you're going to get to do all of those things … and more .. but you will never have to be jealous of my lovers. They might get to fuck my pussy, but it's just fucking, they will never mean anything more than that, you will own the most important thing, my heart."

She sounded so sincere that my own heart melted, how could I argue with that? I said nothing, I nodded in agreement.

"Dougie, you need to understand that you are the most wonderful man I've ever met and I'm already starting to dream about spending the rest of my life with you. But it's not going to be all about my pleasures, let me show you how I'm going to reward my favourite little man, my husband, when he's been very well behaved."

Veronica slid down and picked up my tiny erect penis. She gently cradled it in her fingertips while she lightly brushed it with her lips before slipping it into her warm moist mouth. The electricity of the moment, combined with the sweet sensations of pleasure that she created as she swirled her tongue around and sucked me, were too much. I came almost immediately but it didn't faze Veronica, she kept my cock in her mouth while I ejaculated.

After I was done cumming she lifted up and slid back up my chest to kissed me hard on the lips. While she was kissing me she forced her tongue into my mouth to share some of my fresh semen. She broke the kiss and sat up to see how I reacted.

It was obvious that this was something new for me but although I tried to accept the gift graciously, my expression said otherwise.

Veronica laughed, "Don't worry Legless, you'll get used to it. A month from now you'll be lapping up cum like a kitten laps up cream."

I stared at her.

She giggled. "Oh yes, you can count on it. A good cuckold always licks his wife clean after she's been with another man …." She winked, "… and as your wife I plan to enjoy quite a few!"

My expression froze. It wasn't that she was admitting to wanting to be with other men, it was the realisation she had been using the words 'wife' and 'husband' that had captured my attention.

She looked at me. "What?"

I quietly said, "You used the word wife."

Veronica lay down next to me, pressed her naked body against mine, wrapped her arms around my shoulders and kissed my cheek, "There's nothing wrong with having a little fantasy is there?"

I was confused. Did she want to be my wife or not? I slowly shook my head as I contemplated my options and quietly whispered, "No, there certainly isn't."

Monday, a workday and there was no time to laze in bed. I left Veronica to go about her toilet and dress and do all that other feminine stuff like putting on her makeup while I went into the kitchen to put together a breakfast and brew coffee.

I was pouring the coffee when she walked into the kitchen. She was beautiful, I smiled and I complimented her by saying, "Good morning …. Wow, I envy the men in your office, they will get to gaze at your loveliness all day today."

She laughed as she walked over and kissed my cheek. "Flattery will get you everywhere. That little comment is just one of the reasons that waking up in your flat is good for my well-being."

Veronica sat down on the opposite side of the kitchen island and inspected the breakfast I had laid out in front of her. She took a sip of her orange juice, gave a nod of approval and said, "Dougie, that was a fun night last night, I liked relaxing with you."

I nodded. "I liked it too."

She looked at me. "It's a shame, I'm going to miss you tonight."

I sighed. "Yes."

She picked up the coffee I had poured and as she sipped the cup she looked at me knowingly.

I stared at her, I knew what I wanted to say but I was nervous, afraid. This was difficult, years of failure and rejection with beautiful women like Veronica had left me timid and apprehensive.

Veronica continued to stare back at me as she sipped the coffee. It was obvious that she was waiting for me to take the next step.

The thought of just taking her to work and to say goodbye when she got out of my car was unbearable. I didn't want her to just walk out of my life when I dropped her off in front of her office. I knew what I wanted; I wanted Veronica to stay here in my apartment with me and I didn't want it to just be for tonight. I wanted her to stay in my apartment with me forever.

I took a deep breath and said, "Veronica you don't have to go home tonight; stay here with me, please stay here with me."

Veronica put her cup down on the counter, studied my face and after a moment said, "Dougie are you asking me to live with you?"

I nodded, "Yes I am. Veronica please stay here in my apartment, please live with me."

Veronica laughed and came around the island and threw her arms around me to give me a hug. She cried, "Right answer, Yes Dougie, yes please. I want to stay with you tonight; I want to stay with you tomorrow night; I want to stay with you till the end of time."

I turned in my seat and we kissed for what seemed forever. When she finally released me she said, "We need to figure out how we're going to make this work."

I looked at her, puzzled by her switch to a matter-of-fact way of speaking.

Veronica laughed to see my expression,. "Don't be worried, Dougie if I'm going to live with you I have to have my things."

She paused to think and then continued. "Hmm, so many things to sort out. I need to give thirty days notice to my landlord which should give me enough time to get everything done. Then I shall need to get some of my things out of my apartment right away. Tell you what, why don't you pick me up after work and take me there so I can get some of my things to bring over here?"

The speed with which she had agreed to make the move had left me flustered and embarrassed. I shook my head and stammered, "No I'm sorry, I can't. Monday's and Wednesday's I teach an evening class on eighteenth century English Literature. It starts at 6:00 and doesn't finish until at least 8:30."

I'm not sure why I gave her so much detail, it's just something I tend to do whenever I'm embarrassed, I babble. I babbled on, "It meets late in the day; it's very popular with adult students."

Veronica grinned at my babbling, "Dougie, that sounds interesting, I would love to take that class."

I looked to see if she was making fun of me but, no, she seemed quite sincere so I calmed down and said, "I think that can be easily arranged. Would you like to come tonight, shall I enrol you?"

Veronica shook her head. "A nice idea but, no, I think I'd better spend my evening sorting out a few things to bring over to your apartment. I'll manage on my own and see you later."

I composed myself and attempted to regain control of the situation and said, "Yes, of course; you're absolutely right, good idea," before walking to my little office to find a spare key to my flat and an entry card for the gates to the complex. I handed them to Veronica. "These are yours. The card will open the gates and you can park out the front of this building, I'm allotted two parking places … and this is your key to our apartment."

Veronica took the card and the key and then stared at me quizzically.

I stared back at her. After a moment I asked, "What?"

Veronica whispered, "Do you know what you just did? You just called this 'our' apartment. Dougie, do you really mean that?"

I smiled at her, "Yes, yes I do."

She put the keys into her purse and left me to go 'powder her nose' or something. I leaned back against the counter and took several deep breaths. What was I getting myself into?

Veronica had already made it quite clear that our relationship would be one where she could do what she wanted and that I would, quite literally, have to suck it up without complaint. Is this what I really wanted to do? Fantasizing about seeing a woman you're falling in love with having sex with another man is one thing; seeing it in real life is something else. She had already said that she was presently seeing that Ron character who's car we had seen parked outside Zizi's

I stood perfectly still with my eyes closed and my mind was filled with an image of Veronica kneeling next to Ron with his cock in her mouth. I squirmed with excitement at the idea but at the same time sensed anger, hurt, upset and humiliation.

As I stood there the old images of my ex-wife and her boyfriend from the gym and their humiliation of me forced their way into my mind and I wondered if I actually wanted to go back and relive those times; whether this time I might have the guts to storm back into my bedroom and throw the cheating pair out of my apartment. Then I paused and remembered on that fateful night when I had walked in on my ex wife and her lover that it had been so much easier (and pleasurable) that I'd just gone into another room, sat down and allowed myself to relax and wank as I listened to their love making.

Gradually my pulse rate and blood pressure began to drop so I sat down at the kitchen island with a smile on my face. Unlike my ex-wife, Veronica hadn't been deceitful or dishonest. In fact, she'd made it very clear to me that she was going to do this.

I chuckled, my deepest fantasies were actually coming true. I really was going to become what I had subconsciously enjoyed being. I was a cuckold.

******

The following week was a mad exhausting whirl as we adapted to actually living together. We both had our own day time schedules to follow, her work, my teaching, and in between the times when we weren't working there was the reality and logistics of moving Veronica's possessions from her old address to mine. There was little time to relax and indeed, come bedtime, there was little interest in doing anything other than sleep. So it was that come the weekend we both looked forward to having some relaxation in our shared abode.

My suggestion of us having a quiet night in on Saturday night rather than going out to celebrate our 'married status' was enthusiastically accepted, especially when I said that I would cook us a meal that would demonstrate my prowess as a chef. She laughed at that claim and said, "Prove it."

She then went on to say that her friend Ron had texted her in the week enquiring after her, having heard that she had a new address, "He said he had some of my stuff and I hope you don't mind but I invited him to visit and bring it over and also give him the chance to appreciate what a nice situation I had moved in to."

The way she said it made me suspect that it wasn't only my flat and the facilities that she was referring to and, knowing that Ron was one of her lovers, I had a frisson of excitement as I contemplated the possibilities. I responded, "No, I don't mind. Your friends are welcome to visit anytime. Did he say when he would be coming?"

"He suggested late Saturday afternoon to swing by. He was thinking that maybe we could all go out later to Zizi's. I told him that we already had plans for the evening but he was welcome to pay us a visit beforehand … if that's alright with you."

I got the drift of the way she was thinking so I nodded, "Fine, give him a call and I'll be glad to see him and show him around."

Saturday morning we awoke and with the evening meal in mind shopping was at the top of my 'to do' list. I had already decided what I was going to cook and trip to the supermarket was required to get the ingredients.

Veronica chose to stay at home ('at home': what a nice ring that had to it) and ease herself into the day, relax and, as she put it, "Get myself rested for later". She said that she might pop out and do a bit of shopping of her own but for me, 'just do your own thing'.

Mid-afternoon and after our leisurely walk along the canal towpath and our return home Veronica declared that she would like for me to run a bath so that she could, " .. get ready for our visitor. I don't want to be all hot and sweaty when we entertain."

It sounded a weak excuse to get naked for we had hardly broken sweat as we wandered along on our walk but, hey, no matter, if that's what my goddess wanted. The request was made more appealing when she said, "Afterwards you can help me chose what to wear."

I ran the bath.

She pulled off her clothes and left them laying on the floor for me to pick up and tidy away. I watched her step into the bubble bath and felt that familiar thrill as I gazed upon her perfect body, her tits, that exciting cleft between her thighs that I knew she would be inviting me later to inspect more closely.

I turned and went back into the bedroom, sat down on the bed and through the open door to the en-suite I could see her taking her bath; she looked very sexy. I asked her if she was looking forward to Ron coming over and she said she was very excited, that it had been a while since she'd last seen him.

I asked her if she thought he was sexy and she said that she did and that he knew it too, 'a cocky bastard' was how she put it but she added she liked that about him and that she has enjoyed having the attention of such a man. In my mind, I was convinced that we were already playing 'the game'.

I watched as she began to shave her legs and figured it to be a sign that a woman is planning to have sex because why wouldn't she shave her legs to make them smooth for a man to touch. She stood up and deliberately faced me so I could watch her squirt my shaving foam over her pussy and for her to then pick up my razor and carefully shaved her mound and make the lips of her vagina nice and clean. She shaped her soft pussy hair fairly trim and neat and it was very arousing knowing that in reality she was preparing herself for another man!

She summonsed me to get her a towel and when she stepped out of the bath I assisted her to dry herself off by rubbing the towel over her back and behind her legs. I was hoping she would turn and allow me to attend to her front but, no, she just she told me I did a 'good job' and, "where do you keep your hair dryer?"

I had to admit I didn't possess a hair dryer which didn't please her but she said something to the effect that it was 'a good job she had bought her own'. She managed to make me feel bad as she rummaged in her bags stowed in the wardrobe, found the dryer and told me once more to sit back on the bed. I did as told, sat back and watched her work on her hair and makeup and I have to say when she was done, she looked stunning.

When she finished she let go of the towel that she had wrapped around her and it was a delight to look at her nakedness as she walked back over to the wardrobe and pull out the drawer where she had stowed her underwear. She called me over and said that she had given herself a treat when she went shopping and had been to a well-known lingerie shop in town and bought some 'new things', she asked my advice as to what to put on.

I was surprised to see the variety of packets and small packages of lingerie that she had managed to pack in the drawer and I had to admit to her that that I was no authority on such matters.

She said, "Well, if that's the case then perhaps we should empty the drawer out over the bed so you can see better!" So we did just that and it was a thrill to be allowed to open the various packets and to handle, no, fondle these flimsy garments. I had never been given the opportunity with my ex-wife, that's for sure.

She was amused when after some deliberation I picked out a matching ensemble of a black corset, black stockings and a black lacey thong type pair of panties. Her comment as she looked upon my erection tenting my pants was, "Legless, you are such a naughty boy."

It was so sexy watching Veronica slip into the lingerie that I had chosen, the corset and then to see her slide her stockings over her feet and pull them up and attach them to the suspenders dangling from the corset. The stockings had seams which she took time to adjust so they were straight up the back of her legs, then she went back to the wardrobe and found a pair of black high heel shoes. She stepped into them and then slid the black panties on before adjusting everything so she looked perfect. She gave a slow twirl and asked, "What do you think, Legless?"

I said she looked fabulous but jokingly asked if that was it, was she not planning on wearing a dress. I was stunned when she said no, she just planned to slip on the silk wrap that was hanging in the wardrobe and to wear this sexy little outfit 'just for Ron'.

I have to say she looked incredibly sexy and knowing that she bought that outfit specifically to have sex with another man really turned me on. I couldn't wait for Ron to get here and see his reaction.

I didn't have to wait long. The buzzer sounded that announced I had a caller at the outside gate. I went to the kitchen to answer it and looking out of the window I saw the car that Veronica had pointed out when we had driven by Zizi's that fatal first night, it was Ron's red Porsche. I pressed the button to open the gate and told him to come right on up.

What followed was almost surreal and would prove to be a foretaste of what was to become of my life.

I opened the front door and awaited Ron's appearance up the stairs; Veronica stayed in the bedroom. He appeared and I invited him in and immediately felt intimidated by his presence, he was well-built to say the least! We exchanged introductions but he made it quite clear he had little interest in me or the furnishings or the views from my flat, he took off his jacket, handed it to me and asked, "where's Roni?"

Before I could say anything, she provided the answer and called out from the bedroom, "I'm in here Ron."

He walked pass me and headed toward the sound of her voice. I gave a few moments and followed. When I reached the bedroom door it was to see them standing, holding each other, already locked in an embrace. Veronica broke the kiss, looked over at me standing in the doorway and said, "Why don't you give us a little space, maybe go get the dinner started or something. It's been so long since I've seen Ron; we've got a bit of catching up to do."

I was stunned, confused and thrilled, especially when she added, "Close the door on your way out".

I did as she suggested and went back to the kitchen and with half an ear in the direction of the bedroom I started to pull out from the fridge the things that I had purchased earlier.

As far as food preparation was concerned, I was like a robot, and as I worked my concentration was more on what I could imagine was going on behind the closed bedroom door up the hallway. There wasn't much to hear other than the odd giggle from her and at one point I heard what could only be described as a slurping sound which in my mind was translated into her demonstrating her skill as a cock sucker and I felt proud. My goddess certainly knew how to please her man.

I wasn't sure on the timings and of when Veronica would want dinner so I took my time preparing the pork fillets and creating my signature dish of German-style schnitzel. It was quite an easy dish to cook so I was able to better concentrate on other matters. I breaded the meat, fried it to a beautiful golden brown and then put the schnitzels into the oven to keep warm. I figured it could sit in the oven at low heat until we were ready to eat it.

Next, I tiptoed down the hall and listened at the bedroom door. I heard soft moaning from her and what sounded like rhythmic grunting from him. Then, concerned that I may have set the oven too high, I returned to the kitchen to check so it was left to my imagination as to what was causing them to make such sounds.

I checked the oven and reassured myself that the setting was correct and stayed to prepare some garlic bread and as an addition to my planned menu, I made up two small green salads. I was just putting the salads in the refrigerator when I heard a squeal. I smiled. I knew it was Veronica and I knew it wasn't a scream of pain. This was clearly a cry of pleasure.

I closed the refrigerator door and walked back up to the bedroom door just in time to hear Veronica shouting, "Fuck me, yeah, just like that, Fuck me hard!" and then her voice quietened. I pressed my ear to the bedroom door and heard Veronica seemingly gasping for breath as she was speaking, "That's right! Oh yes, that's right! Do it to me, you know how I like it."

The next thing was to hear a knocking sound which I quickly recognized as the bed head banging against the wall. I closed my eyes and imagined Ron thrusting that big cock of his in and out of Veronica's cunt. He was obviously a very powerful man.

While I listened to the sound of the banging bed I picked up the regular rhythm of Veronica and Ron's sex. It was almost sounded like they were dancing. As I stood there I felt myself moving my hips in that same rhythm. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine the incredible pleasure Ron must have been enjoying as he pushed his cock in and out of my girlfriend.

Suddenly the volume of Veronica's voice picked up, "That's it, harder, fuck me harder! Give it to me …. I want it all … I want that big dick of yours all the way inside me ..." and then her words morphed into laughter.

I subconsciously slipped my hand to my groin and started to rub my erect penis, but then I stopped myself as soon as I realized what I was doing. For some reason I didn't feel like it was appropriate for me to masturbate while I listened to another man fuck my goddess.

And then Veronica gave another scream which turned into a moan. Once the scream subsided she started to cry. I assumed she was having an orgasm.

If it had been me giving her an orgasm while I'm licking her cunt I would have backed off at this point but clearly Ron didn't for the bed kept banging against the wall and, obviously, the bastard was continuing to fuck my goddess right through her orgasm.

Then Veronica went silent and the only sound was the rhythmical beat of the bed banging against the wall.

I glanced at my watch. Ron had been fucking my girlfriend for over a thirty minutes now. I was amazed by his staying power. I couldn't imagine how he could possibly keep from cumming for this long.

I heard Veronica's voice again. It was more controlled now and I suspected she knew I must be standing on the other side of the door listening and was talking loud enough for me to hear, "Oh Ron, this feels so nice. I love it when you're on top of me pushing your big hard cock in and out of my cunt."

Ron didn't say anything, he was obviously a man of few words. The bed just kept banging rhythmically against the wall.

Suddenly the rhythm quickened and Veronica hissed the word, "Yesssss!" and then she started to giggle like a school girl.

Finally Ron spoke, "I'm going to cum."

Veronica breathlessly answered him. "Oh yes, do it! Cum inside me. I want to feel you shoot into my cunt."

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I clearly remembered Veronica's edict on the previous evening that I would never be allowed to fuck her. Pangs of jealousy and envy rippled through me as I realized that while Ron was cumming inside my girlfriend he was enjoying a pleasure that I would never be permitted to experience.

For a moment the apartment was filled with the cries and grunts of Veronica and Ron's mutual orgasm and then everything went silent. I stood perfectly still and subconsciously squeezing my stubby erect cock, I listened.

It was several minutes before I heard any sounds at all but eventually the silence was broken and Veronica's voice gave me a warning that their fun time had come to an end. "Ron honey, that was wonderful; but now it's time for you to go home. Your wife is going to be wondering where you are."

"I know."

This was followed by the sounds of someone getting off the bed followed by the rustling of clothes. I figured that Ron was getting dressed.

"Hey Roni, do you see my jacket anywhere?'

"I think you must have left it in the living room. Ask Dougie to find it for you"

"Oh Yeah, that's right."

Then there was quiet and I heard the sound of Ron kissing Veronica. "Thanks Roni, that was great."

"You're welcome and thank you for bringing my stuff to the apartment."

Ron laughed, "No worries, I was well rewarded."

Veronica joined in the laughter, "If you don't mind, I'm going to stay here, I need to get cleaned up before dinner, you made quite a mess. Dougie can show you out."

"Sorry about that, Can I get you a towel?"

"No that's alright, Dougie will clean me up."

"I don't know Roni, this relationship that you two have seems pretty weird."

"Well at least it's an honest relationship, and I really like him Ron."

"There has to be something to it. I don't think I've ever seen you this happy."

"I don't think I've ever been this happy."

"Hey, look at the time. I gotta go."

"'Bye Ron … on your way out tell Dougie to come in here, would you?'

"Sure."

"Oh, and Ron, be nice to him."

"Don't worry I will, I didn't mean to be so rough on him earlier. I was kind of shocked to see him opening the front door."

I quickly ran back to the kitchen. I didn't want to get caught eavesdropping on them.

I assumed the role of being a dutiful chef and turned the oven down, I didn't want my perfect schnitzels to spoil. Once that was done I started to lay the dining room table. I was just putting the plates out when Ron walked out of the back hall and I hoped that he didn't suspect that I had been listening at the bedroom door.

For a moment we just stared at each other and then he said, "Dougie I want to apologize for being off-hand earlier. I was a little unnerved to see you there, I thought that Roni said you wouldn't be around when I called.

I nodded, "Don't worry, I think we're both a little new at this."

Ron laughed. "You sure got that right."

There was an awkward moment of silence. Both of us stared at each other. Finally he said, "Dougie, I'm sorry but I just don't understand what's going on here."

I smiled at him.

"I don't get it. Roni has done nothing but talk about how she has found the love of her life and how wonderful you are, I mean, man, like she's really in love with you ..." he paused, " .. then she invites me over and comes onto me like you don't exist, it's crazy, what's going on man?"

I struggled to find the appropriate words of explanation and as I tried to explain he interrupted, "Hey buddy, I really didn't mean to hurt your feelings just now but it seems like you must be comfortable with the fact that I'm fucking Roni ..."

I straightened my shoulders and smiled at him, "Don't concern yourself, Sir, you have nothing to concern yourself about, I am quite comfortable with the fact that you're fucking Veronica."

He stared at me quizzically, "What? You just called me Sir. What the fuck's going on here?"

I gave a nervous laugh and stammered, "I don't really know why, I guess it's just the way I was bought up, Sir, a mark of respect to my superiors." I tried to make it sound as if I was making a joke but the reality was it just felt right to me.

He didn't get the joke and after a moment he said, "Well anyway, like I said, I don't understand any of this, but Roni is certainly a happy lady; look after her, won't you. I gotta go, Dougie it was nice to meet you and, oh, she said you need to go and straighten out the bedroom."

I walked him to the front door and shook his hand. As he went down the stairs he turned and called out, "we'll have to get together again sometime soon. Perhaps you might tell me then why she calls you 'Legless'!"

I nodded. "Thanks, we'll do that."

The moment he was out of sight I took a deep breath and closed the door.

I quickly checked to see that the dining table had been set correctly and as soon as I was done putting the final touches I stopped for a moment to gather my courage before going to the bedroom.

I don't know why but I was extremely anxious about facing Veronica. I shouldn't have been for we both knew what we were getting into when the invite to Ron had been agreed but I guess that seeing a woman you care about right after she's finished having sex with another man might be considered as a little upsetting. I took a deep breath and stepped into the bedroom.

Veronica was sitting up in the middle of my bed giving a good impression that she was more interested in reading a book. She had pillows bunched up behind her giving support but the bed was clear of any other coverings, they were all scattered on the floor at the foot of the bed. She was naked with her legs casually spread apart.

I stood in the doorway and stared. Even being so far away I could not fail to see the dribble of semen dribbling from the base of her cunt. She looked beautiful.

Veronica put her book down, looked up as if to be studying me, trying to gauge my reaction to what had happened. After a moment she smiled and said, "Dougie, are you all right?"

I slowly nodded my head, "Yes, I'm fine."

She patted a spot on the mattress next to her, "Legless, don't be shy, come and sit by me."

I walked over and sat down.

Veronica kissed my cheek and said, "I'm sorry that Ron wasn't very nice to you when he arrived."

"It's okay, he already apologized. I understand. I think he was confused to find me here."

Veronica stared at me. After a moment she said, "Dougie this is your apartment. We were in what used to be 'your' bedroom."

I shook my head, "No, this is our apartment and you were in 'our' bedroom."

Veronica gave a sigh and looked into my eyes. Finally she smiled and said, "No Dougie, you don't get it, you're wrong. This isn't 'our' bedroom, this is now 'my' bedroom." She wasn't posing a question, but rather making a statement of fact.

"Say it Dougie, whose bedroom is this?'

I took a deep breath. I understood exactly what she doing, it was part of the game, Veronica was now demanding my total surrender. I slowly nodded, "Yes Ms. Waterman, you're correct, this is now your bedroom."

"And this is now my apartment isn't it Dougie?"

A thrill of excitement rippled through me as I said, "Yes Ms. Waterman, this is now your apartment."

"Tell me! Why is that Dougie?"

She wasn't going to give me any quarter and I didn't really want her to give me any.

I slowly whispered, "Because I'm your slave and slaves don't have any possessions."

"So everything here that you used to own is now mine, correct?"

I nodded, "Yes Ms. Waterman, that is correct."

Veronica grinned at me and then she kissed me full on the lips, "Legless, playing with you is so much fun."

I laughed, ".. and I love playing with you too."

She gave a contented sigh and lay back down on the bed to rest her head on the pillows. "Dougie kiss my feet."

I slipped down to the end of the bed and obediently picked up my goddess's foot. Veronica moaned with pleasure as I began reverently kissing her toes.

After a moment she quietly said, "You enjoy humbling yourself for me don't you Dougie?"

I looked up at her. "Yes Ms Waterman, I do, I really do."

"You need to prove it Dougie."

I stared at her, "how can I do that, Mistress?".

She smiled and said, "Lick Ron's cum out of my cunt."

I didn't move, I just held her foot and focussed my eyes on the semen dribbling from her pussy.

The air was filled with tension and Veronica watched me carefully as I tried to build up the courage to do what she asked. Even though it was part of my most exciting cuckold fantasies, being confronted with the prospect of actually licking up another man's spunk was proving to be a big ask.

Veronica sensed my reluctance, " Dougie, I know it will be humiliating but I want it to be humiliating for you. I've already told you that you will not be allowed to fuck me tonight but it will please me so much to have you lick up the cum of the man who has given me that pleasure in your place."

I looked up at her and smiled. Veronica really was playing with me and her taunts reminded me that this was just a game. With that thought in mind it became much easier to let myself go and overcome my inhibitions.

I pushed her feet apart and slipped onto the bed between Veronica's legs so that my face was in front of her cunt. I was also aware that my erection was rubbing on the edge of the mattress as I made myself comfortable.

The pool of Ron's semen was directly below my chin. I took a deep breath, leaned forward and breathing in the heady smell of their juices pushed my tongue into the dribble of cum that dripped from her cunt. For the first time, I tasted another man's seed.

I knew that Veronica was watching me licking up Ron's cum, she sighed and said, "That's a good boy, lick it all up, clean up every drop of my lover's semen."

I worked quickly and swallowed the salty nectar eagerly. I took great care to lick around the lips of her cunt and I lingered over the dribbles that coated her clitoris. She approved of my attentions and when I was finished she surprised me by saying, "That was very nice, Legless, now lick up the puddle between my legs. I don't want to have to lay on a wet spot tonight!"

Licking the cum off of Veronica's cunt was easy. In truth, there really hadn't been very much and I had been more focussed on the fact that I was licking her pussy at the same time. However, the pool of spunk on the sheet was quite another thing.

I looked at her and saw the stern expression that said she wasn't joking so I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, put my head down and as if I taking some unpleasant medication, I 'pinched' my nose and lapped at the sticky mess very quickly.

When I was done I looked back up at Veronica knowing that I had Ron's cum smeared all over my lips and nose. She smiled at the sight and then sat up and inspected my work. She drew her finger across the damp patch on the sheet to make sure there still wasn't any semen left there and then smiled at me and said, "Very good cucky boy. You deserve to be paid. Lie down, I'm going to ride your face for a little while."

I eagerly rolled onto my back and Veronica straddled my head and facing my feet she positioned herself so that her pussy was directly over my mouth. As she sat down on my face a large glop of Ron's semen oozed from her gaping cunt. I quickly lapped it up.

She felt my tongue licking her clean so she pressed her cunt harder into my face and started rocking back and forth. "Eat me cucky boy. Eat my cunt that another man just fucked."

We were both very excited and I was filled with a determination to make Veronica cum. As soon as I was certain that the last of Ron's semen had seeped from her pussy I started sucking on her clit.

That did the trick, she went wild. "Oh God yes, that's right, you know what I like, suck my clit!"

It took less than a minute before Veronica arched her back and started to shake as her climax overwhelmed her. When her orgasm finally subsided she slumped forward and lay with her pussy in my face and her lips next to my erect penis.

For a moment my goddess lay perfectly still and then she giggled and started to blow on my stiff cock. "Looks like you need to cum, cucky boy?"

She was wrong, I didn't just want to cum, I needed to cum. I managed to croak out the words, "Yes, please, Mistress."

Veronica heard the desperation in my voice and started to giggle, "Oh dear, it sounds like my little cucky boy is frantic." She blew on my cock again just to tease me and then she said, "If you want to cum you're going to have to beg."

At that moment I would have complied with any demand she made. I quickly said, "Ms. Waterman, I need to cum; please allow me to cum."

"Cucky boy, I was thinking that maybe it might be better to give you a nice long blow job tomorrow night. I don't feel up to it tonight, I think you'll just have to wait."

"Oh please no, I don't think I can wait. Please Mistress, couldn't it be tonight?"

Veronica listened to my plea and said, "Hmm, I don't know cucky boy, I just had some wonderful sex with a real man and we both had several orgasms. Right now I'm still enjoying the memory of having his big hard cock in my mouth. I really don't want to do anything tonight that will remind me what I am missing."

God, she was good with her teasing. I continued playing the game and kept on pleading, "Please Ms. Waterman, I beg you. I can't wait until tomorrow night."

"Indeed?" Veronica sat up and held her fingers to her cheek in mock amazement. "You really are a very impatient little cucky boy."

"Please, Mistress."

She shook her head. "No, it really wouldn't be fair to Ron. He did such a wonderful job fucking me with his big cock, if I were to give a little wimp like you a blow job tonight it would make a mockery of what a good time we had."

I sensed that there might be more than a game on her mind and that maybe this was for real so I sighed and resigned myself to the idea that I was going to have to wait until tomorrow night to get some release.

Veronica noted my reaction and said, "Poor baby, maybe we can find a compromise."

I perked up and said, "Oh yes please."

She thought for a moment and then said, "Well we've already decided that I can't suck your cock tonight and I'm certainly not going to let you fuck me so, hmm, let me see, what else is there?"

Veronica turned around so that she was facing me. She grabbed my nipples with her fingers and twisted them. Through the pain I heard her say, "I suppose I could allow you to masturbate."

I had been hoping for a blow job, but at that moment she had got me so excited that even being allowed to masturbate seemed like a wonderful gift.

I nodded and said, "Yes please."

"You have to understand that if you choose to have a wank tonight you won't get your blow job tomorrow night."

I hesitated for a moment. This didn't seem quite fair.

She qualified her remark with a malicious smile on her face, "Little cucky boys are only entitled to have so much fun."

She was enjoying the little dilemma that she'd created for me. "Well, Legless, it's decision time. What's it going to be? Masturbate tonight or blow job tomorrow night?"

It was crazy that listening to this was making me more excited, she had managed to introduce another fantasy of mine into the equation, the little game of denial. I sensed that we were laying the future ground rules for our dominant submissive relationship and I suspected from that moment on pleasure for me would always come with strings attached to it.

This made me even more excited., my fantasy coming true, This was what I secretly always wanted a woman to do to me. I took a deep breath and said, "Ms. Waterman I choose to masturbate tonight."

Veronica gave a nod, it was obvious that she approved of my choice.

She rolled off of me and sat on the bed. She seemed to be thinking. Finally she looked at me and said, "I don't know, Legless, it doesn't seem right that you wank here in the same room as my lover. I wouldn't want you to start thinking that you were his equal." She gave a smile and said, "I know, you can go into the bathroom to masturbate. That will help you remember your place while you're cumming."

Veronica gave a laugh as she lay down on her stomach and picked up her book. Once she was comfortable she said, "Go on then, off with you. Have at it cucky boy, enjoy yourself and, oh, close the door, I don't want to hear what you're up to."

I smiled to myself. Veronica was proving to be a very creative in her role as a dominatrix and she was doing everything she could to make this a deliciously humiliating experience for me.

My entire body tingled with excitement as I went toward the bathroom door. I felt the appropriate pangs of jealousy when I thought about the offensive things Veronica had been willing to do with Ron earlier and comparing them to what she was now making me do but as I sat on the toilet and stroked my cock I remembered that Veronica was my goddess and I was now her submissive cuckold slave. This was a role I'd chosen for myself and I had to learn to understand and accept the fact that Veronica was going to have many lovers and all of them going to be allowed pleasures with her that I would never be permitted to enjoy.

Suddenly I felt that wonderful sensation that precedes an orgasm building in my loins. I deliberately lightened my touch for as long as possible while I ejaculated. Once I was done cumming I looked at the strings of sperm dripping from my fingers and licked them clean. It tasted a lot like Ron's.

I cleaned up and went back to the bedroom and gave Veronica a soft kiss.

She responded by giving me a hug and with no sign of her disdaining attitude said, "Baby are you okay?"

I nodded. "Yes Ms. Waterman, I'm just fine."

Veronica kissed my cheek, "Call me Veronica baby, the game's over for tonight. Now I just want to enjoy my sweet man and that dinner you said you were making. I'm famished, can we do that now?"

I grinned at her, "I would like to do that very much."

She found her robe and we left the bedroom.

She stood up and pulled me up off the bed. "What's for dinner sweetheart? I'm famished."

"Pork Schnitzels, German-style, new potatoes and salad. I've opened a nice bottle of red to compliment it."

"Mmm, sounds wonderful, let's clean up and go take a quick shower, I'll wash your back and you can wash mine."

I laughed, "Mmm, that sounds wonderful too, you've got a deal."

Veronica and I showered together for the first time that night. Afterwards we got dressed, went into the kitchen to sit at the kitchen table, eat my carefully prepared dinner and shared a bottle of South African Merlot. I was a little concerned that the schnitzels may have suffered from their prolonged stay in the oven while Roni and Ron had been fucking but, no, they were perfect.

After dinner we moved to the living room. I chose an album of Chopin piano sonatas to play on the stereo which set the mood for us to then sit on the couch together. Veronica read a romance novel while I took advantage of the quiet time to mark my students' homework papers. It was a lovely way to spend the evening.

The selection of music came to an end and we went to the bedroom. I couldn't fail to notice that the unmade bed had been used earlier but I chose to make no comment and Veronica certainly didn't say anything about the stains that were evident on the sheets. All was ignored and as soon as I pulled the covers up over us Veronica cuddled up next to me with only the illuminated dial of my alarm clock to light the scene. As we lay there I could feel Veronica's gentle breath against my cheek and the warmth of her soft body pressed against mine. I felt like I was in heaven.

After a few minutes Veronica whispered; "Dougie, I think I might be falling in love with you."

I smiled and said; "Good, because I'm absolutely certain I'm falling in love with you."

For a few moments we lay in silence and then Veronica said, "Dougie did you enjoy what we did today?"

I thought about her question. I knew what she was really asking. I gave it a few seconds before I answered, "Yes, I think I did."

"I mean the part when Ron was here and the part just after he left."

"I understand. Why are you asking?"

"I'm afraid I might have been too mean to you." She was quiet for a moment and then she said, "Dougie this is so confusing. I like you more than any man I've ever met and yet I have this incredible desire to be mean to you."

I laughed, "Don't worry about it, I suspect that's part of our attraction to each other."

"I don't understand."

"When you're being mean to me I think I might find it to be even more exciting that you do."

"Really?"

"Oh yes, I loved it when you made me to choose between masturbating tonight or getting a blow job tomorrow night."

"Dougie, right now I feel so guilty about pushing you to make that choice."

I shook my head. "Well don't because I think it very well might be the most exciting choice I've ever had to make."

"Really?"

"Yes, really."

There was silence. After a moment Veronica said, "Dougie, I need you to know something. It's important to me."

"What is it?"

"Anytime you ask me I will gladly do anything for you that I do for Ron or any of my other lovers. Sweetheart, I want you to always know that you can fuck me anytime you want to, all you have to do is ask."

"Considering the games we both like to play, that might be a little difficult."

"No, not at all."

"What do you mean?"

"I have an idea."

"Okay, what is it?"

"You heard Ron call me Roni tonight, right?"

"Yes."

"All my friends and all my lovers call me Roni."

"Okay."

"But you call me Veronica."

"Yes."

"Well anytime you call me Roni, that will be a sign that you need me to love you." She sighed, "Legless, I don't ever really want to hurt you. I need to know that you have a way of letting me know when you really need me."

I smiled at her using my newly acquired nickname but said nothing. She kissed my cheek. "Baby, anytime you call me Roni, I promise to become the most loving woman you have ever imagined."

"I like this plan, but what do you get out of it?"

Veronica grabbed my nipple, gave it a vicious twist and started to laugh, "Whenever you're calling me Veronica, I know that it allows me to become the most evil bitch you've ever imagined!"


I awoke just before six on Tuesday morning with the morning sun already streaming through the curtains and lighting up the room. I lay in bed and gazed at Veronica for a few minutes while she slept and smiled as I thought about the incredible turn of events that had occurred over the past several days. I felt like I was the luckiest man in the world

Finally I slipped out of bed and quietly tip toed into the bathroom trying to avoid disturbing my goddess and even though I had enjoyed the most agreeable shower just before bed I took another before having a shave. Once that was done I went back into the bedroom and silently dressed in the morning light.

I was brewing coffee when I heard sounds from the bathroom and a moment later Veronica came into the dining room. She was naked and looked wonderful. She gave me a quick good-morning peck on the cheek and stumbled sleepily passed by to go and open one of her suitcases which was still standing in the hallway. I watched her as she took out a cotton top, held it up to inspect it. After a moment she shook her head and said, "Bother!"

I looked at her and asked, "Problem?"

"Look at this. I forgot to unpack last night, everything is creased."

I walked over and kissed her cheek, "That's a funny way to say Good morning."

She looked at me for a moment, smiled and said, "I'm sorry Dougie, good morning."

She kissed me and then inspected her blouse again, "Dougie, what am I going to do? I was going to wear this to work."

"Not a problem, let me have it." I took the blouse from Veronica.

She looked at me suspiciously, "what are you going to do?"

"I'll press it for you."

"Really?"

"Sure, it's not difficult. If there's anything else that's creased, I'll iron that too."

Veronica passed me the blouse, returned to the case and pulled out a skirt. She handed it to me and said, "Dougie, you're a life saver and now you've also become my domestic slave."

I laughed, "I don't know about that, but I do know how to iron a blouse. That's one of the things that I am grateful my mother taught me."

She shook her head and still smiling went back to the bedroom to do those things that women do like putting on makeup and doing her hair. I went to the utility room and got the ironing board out and switched on the iron.

I'm actually very skilled at ironing. When I was growing up I got a lot of practice. In addition to having to take care of my own clothes, my older sisters bullied me to do their ironing. So for various reasons it didn't take me long to have Veronica's skirt and blouse neatly hung on a hanger waiting for her to emerge from the bedroom.

As soon as she saw them hanging off the kitchen cabinet where I hooked them she came over in her lingerie-clad loveliness and hugged me. I hugged back delighting in feeling her body once again close to mine me and she blurted out, "Dougie you might just make the best housewife a woman could ever hope to find." As soon as she realized what she had just said she let go of me and started to laugh.

I looked at her with a big smile on my face and said, "I think I'll take that as a compliment."

Veronica quickly put on her skirt and blouse and sat down at the head of the dining room table. I brought her the morning newspaper, poured a cup of coffee for both of us and sat down next to her.

She took a sip of coffee. As she set her cup down she casually said, "Yesterday when I was at Zizi's I ran into my friend Jeannie. I invited her to dinner tonight."

She paused, I guess to gauge my reaction, and not seeing any change in my expression continued, "Dougie, I told her all about you and she's so excited to meet you." Another pause and a smile, "I'm excited to have her meet you too. Jeannie is my best friend. She's almost like my sister ...I guess she's the closest person to ****** that I have."

I smiled at Veronica. "Then it's very important for me to meet her."

"Will you make a nice dinner for us?"

I nodded. "Yes of course I will. What would you like?"

Veronica shook her head. "Just something nice, I'll leave it up to you."

"I'll try not to disappoint you."

The day passed quickly. My last class got over at 4:00. On my way home I stopped at the grocery store and bought three tenderloin steaks, a five pound bag of potatoes, the ingredients for a nice salad and a quart of chocolate ice cream.

As soon as I got home I hung my sport coat in the closet, took off my necktie, put on my apron and started making dinner.

The apron had been a gift from my sisters who knew and appreciated my love of cooking. They'd bought two of them for me while they were travelling in Europe after they graduated from college. They were both full length white cotton bib aprons trimmed with lace and had flowers embroidered on the bib. I found them both pleasing and practical.

Both aprons were of course very feminine, but I remind you that these were the same sisters who enjoyed dressing me up as a girl when we were teenagers. They gave them to me as Christmas presents when I was twenty. At the time I was much too concerned about my masculinity to ever consider wearing them so I put them away and didn't use them. When I married Emily I thought about giving them to her, but I decided against it. They had been gifts from my sisters and I didn't think Emily would appreciate them. She didn't really enjoy cooking or doing housework.

I found them when I moved into this apartment. I decided that they were much too beautiful to keep hidden away in a drawer so I hung them on hooks in the kitchen. One evening I was making dinner for myself before I went to the symphony. I didn't want to risk spilling on my suit pants or my dress shirt so I put on one of the aprons. I decided that they were actually very practical and started wearing them whenever I was working in the kitchen while I was wearing nice clothing. It wasn't long before wearing one of the aprons became a regular habit whenever I was doing housework.

I hadn't yet worn either of the aprons in front of Veronica, I suppose harbouring some concern about maintaining my masculinity had prevented me from doing so. Then again, she had rarely entered the kitchen so she most probably would not had noticed them hanging on the back of the door and it is fair to say that during our first days together we were both much too focused on each other to pay close attention to any of the details of our environment.

So it was, as I prepared dinner that evening, I chose to wear the apron with the embroidered roses and just as I was slicing tomatoes for the salad that I heard voices outside the front door.

"Veronica, This is amazing,"

"Jen, just wait until you see the view from the balcony."

Hearing the sound of Veronica's key in the lock, I set the tomatoes to one side, washed and dried my hands and walked into the living room Veronica and a middle aged dishwater blond were entering the apartment.

The blond was at least two or three inches shorter than Veronica and older, maybe ten years older, but still very attractive. She was wearing a tight fitting blouse and skirt that accentuated her visibly sexy figure albeit her clothes revealed a slight thickness to her waist but, given I'd never been attracted to skinny women, in my eyes it made her even more appealing. Her neatly styled blond hair was cut short and with her perfectly applied makeup and dark red lipstick she gave every impression that she was indeed Veronica's elder sister. I was even more impressed when I noticed the piercings around her ears (I love piercings on a woman) and also the painted red toenails on her neat feet. Another little thrill rippled through me when I noticed the two gold toe rings on each of her feet.

Veronica smiled as soon as she saw me and said, "Dougie, this is my good friend ..." and then she suddenly stopped, stared at me for a moment and burst out laughing, saying, " … whatever are you wearing? Oh my, that apron is absolutely perfect."

Behind her the blond was also giggling and it was then that I realized what I was wearing. My face blushed beet red!

Veronica noticed my embarrassment and said, "Dougie, don't be embarrassed, that apron is so sweet and looks absolutely adorable on you."

She turned to her friend standing behind her and suppressing her giggles said, "Jen I'd like you to meet my little pussy boyfriend Dougie Baedder; I call him legless, I'll explain later. Dougie, this is my best friend, Jeannie Bradshaw."

Jeannie burst out laughing at hearing me being introduced as Veronica's 'little pussy boyfriend' and she took a moment to regain her composure before extending her hand. She was still giggling as she said, "Dougie, it is a pleasure to meet you.

I went into the kitchen, poured two glasses of chilled Sauvignon Blanc, set them on a tray and carried them into the living room to find Veronica and Jeannie sitting on the couch. They were engaged in a conversation and I could hear Jeannie telling Veronica about a guy she'd just met. I didn't want to disturb them so I laid two coasters on the coffee table in front of them and quickly and quietly set the glasses of wine down.

Job done, I was moving away when Veronica abruptly called to me. "Pussyboy come back here."

I stopped and turned, "Yes Miss Waterman?"

Veronica stared at me and after a moment said in a very icy voice, "I told you to come back here."

Something about her manner was making me very nervous but nevertheless I took two paces back towards her..

"Closer!"

I took another step towards the couch.

"Jeannie would like to see your body and she would like to see it now. Take your clothes off for us."

I hesitated.

"Dougie, your disobedience in front of my friend is embarrassing me. I warn you that I will spank you if you continue this little display of obstinacy".

I wasn't trying to be disobedient. I was just very nervous. Taking your clothes off in a bedroom with a woman you're about to make love to, is one thing; doing it in front of two women who are sitting on a sofa fully clothed and sipping wine is something else altogether.

Veronica raised her voice, "Dougie!"

That stirred me into action. I quickly slipped my apron off and started unbuttoning my shirt. As I was removing it Veronica said, "His body is very much like a little boy's, you can see that he doesn't have any hair at all on his chest."

Jeannie laughed. "Sort of opposite of Paul Markham then?"

Veronica nodded, "Oh my yes, Paul is so hairy that it's almost like going to bed with a bear."

"And he also fucks like a bear."

"That's for sure. He's not exactly what you would call a gentle lover but he is exciting," Veronica said with sigh.

Jeannie slowly nodded in agreement, "Hmm, yes, he most certainly is."

For a moment it almost felt as if Veronica and Jeannie had both forgotten that I was in the room but that impression was soon quashed when Veronica turned her attention back to me and said sharply, "Pussy-boy, why have you stopped undressing? Take your pants off, we don't have all night."

I obediently unbuckled my belt and lowered my trousers to my ankles.

Jeannie shook her head as I began exposing my designer label underwear, "Boxer shorts? Veronica those are for men to wear. Little boys should be wearing wear Y-Fronts, tidy whities or, even better, little girl panties. We'll need to stop and buy him some tomorrow."

Veronica smiled at me, "Dougie, isn't is good to have a friend like Jen? She has so much experience; she knows just how to take care of a little boy like you."

I slowly nodded and said, "Yes Ms. Waterman."

Veronica waved her finger at me, "Dougie, stop dawdling. We told you to take your clothes off. Jeannie would like to take a proper look at you and your penis."

My face was a deep shade of crimson. I was horribly embarrassed. I was a forty-one year old college professor with a PhD in English Literature and these two very beautiful women were treating me like I was a ten year old boy.

Jeannie noticed my embarrassment and said, "Roni look at him. Isn't that sweet, he's blushing."

"He is also being very disobedient. Dougie! How many times do I have to tell you to get your clothes off? Do it now or I am going to lay you across my knees and give you a spanking that you will never forget!"

I looked at Veronica. She was glaring at me and I realized that she was very serious, that this might not be some elaborate game. I quickly stepped out of my trousers, folded them neatly and laid them over the back of a chair. As soon as that was done I lowered my boxer shorts.

Both women stared at me in rapt silence.

My embarrassment increased as I exposed my penis. I was ashamed that the excitement of the moment had caused me to get an erection. I really didn't want Jeannie to know how excited I was. My humiliation grew when I heard her giggle and say, "Oh look Roni, he has a little stiffy. Isn't it cute?"

Veronica pushed the coffee table away from the sofa and said, "Dougie, step out of those ridiculous boxers and go stand in front of Miss Bradshaw."

My entire body was tingling with excitement, the humiliation I was feeling was igniting my deepest masochistic desires. I took a deep breath and slowly walked over to Jeannie.

She looked into my eyes and for a moment we just stared at each other before she reached out and lightly ran her fingertips across my naked chest. I gasped as she tweaked each of my nipples.

Jeannie looked at Veronica and said, "Roni he really is quite delightful. His skin is so soft and so smooth and, you were quite right, there's no hair on his chest at all."

Her fingers then wandered down my stomach which circled around my belly button,. ".. mmm, so slender and delicate, almost like a little flower." She giggled, "I think we should call him Pansy".

Veronica clapped her hands together, "What a marvellous name!"

I closed my eyes and shook my head, thinking, could this get any worse?

Yes it could for suddenly I felt Jeannie's fingers exploring the boundaries of my pubic hair. "Roni this hair has got to go. I love this tiny penis, it's wonderful, just like a little toy, but this thatch of pubic hair is all wrong. Men have pubic hair; little pansies should be nice and bare."

Next to me Veronica said, "We can shave him as soon as he's finished preparing dinner. And then when we're done shaving him we can give him his present."

The conversation seemed to be all very contrived, as if they had previously planned this charade before they arrived. I didn't care, I was quite happy to play my part.

Jeannie looked at Veronica, "His present, I forgot all about that. Oh yes, we definitely have to shave him before we give him his present." As she said that, Jeannie gently grasped the shaft of my erect penis between her thumb and her forefinger which caused me to gasp.

Veronica shook her head, "Jen, be careful. It doesn't take much to make him cum."

"Oo, let's make him cum. That will give him something to think about while he gets our dinner. Does he recover quickly?"

"Actually he does," giggled Veronica who then thought for a moment and then said, " … sure, why not? Go ahead, make him cum. In fact, that might make shaving him a little easier."

As they held this discussion, the two women completely ignored my presence. It made me feel completely powerless. It was incredibly exciting.

Jeannie's fingers tightened their hold on my erection. At the same time I felt her reach around my back with her other hand. As her fingers began exploring the cleft of my ass she whispered, "Relax Dougie, let yourself go, I'm going to give you pleasure. Later tonight you can return the favour."

She started squeezing my penis. At the same time I felt her push her finger into my anus. I gasped, no one had ever done this to me and the feeling was nearly indescribable. Jeannie Bradshaw certainly knew how to give pleasure.

I tried hard to control myself. I wanted this new sensation to last, I wanted it to last for a very long time, but it was just too exquisite. I felt the tingling in my loins growing quickly; I closed my eyes and bit my lower lip in an attempt to fight it, but I wasn't strong enough and all control deserted me as I surrendered to the wave of pleasure that was overwhelming me and ejaculated.

Jeannie caught my semen on her fingertips and she patiently waited for me to calm down. Then, as soon as I was done ejaculating, she pressed her cum covered fingers against my lips and said, "Lick it up pussy boy, lick it all up. If you're going to serve Roni and me, you're going to have to get used to the taste of semen."

I obediently licked all of my cum off of Miss Bradshaw's fingertips. It was a chore that was easy as, unbeknown to the pair of them, I was already used to both the taste and consistency of my semen.

Once I was done Jeannie nuzzled my ear and said, "Very good Dougie, Roni told me that you can be a very obedient little boy, and I see that she was right."

She kissed my cheek and then she slapped my me on my ass. "Okay Pansy, it's time for you to go back to the kitchen and finish getting dinner."

As I was leaving the living room Veronica called to me, "Pansy, don't forget to put your apron back on."

The women chuckled as I walked back to the coffee table. I was both humiliated and excited as I obediently picked up my apron and slipped it over my head.

"Go on, off with you," I heard followed by giggles as clearly the sight of my bare butt was causing them some amusement.

As soon as I got back into the sanctuary of my kitchen I stopped, leaned against the counter and closed my eyes. I needed to catch my breath; the charade in the living room had been unbelievably exciting.

I took a moment to compose myself and then I started setting the dining room table and putting food into the serving dishes which were warming in the oven. I worked quickly, I was in a hurry to get back to Veronica and Jeannie to let them know that dinner would soon be served. Satisfied that I had completed all the preparation for our meal, I took off my apron, took a deep breath and left the kitchen. I assumed that they would want to see me naked.

When I entered the living room Veronica and Jeannie were still sitting on the couch and engaged in conversation. I stopped by the doorway and remained perfectly still. I didn't want to disturb them; already I was taking my role as a submissive very seriously.

I was quite certain that both Veronica and Jeannie were aware of my presence, but they still ignored me and continued their conversation. They, like me, gave every impression that they were taking their roles very seriously …. as dominants.

They were speaking very clearly and from the respectful distance I was maintaining, I could hear every word. Veronica was telling Jeannie about a new chap who had begun working in her office whom she thought as being extremely attractive. Apparently he was married but she had hopes that he was going to ask her out although she wasn't sure how to go about encouraging him.

Jeannie said that she had experience of such a situation and then proceeded to have a very lively discussion with Veronica about how a woman should go about letting a married man know that she's available to him.

I listened to them and forgot all about the dinner that was warming in the oven and became quite impressed at what I was hearing for it was obvious that they were both very adept at capturing the attention of their quarry.

Veronica and Jeannie continued their conversation for at least several minutes and maybe more. It was difficult to be certain, time passes slowly when you're standing completely naked in a room with two very attractive fully clothed women but finally Veronica looked up. When our eyes met, she smiled at me and with that one brief gesture she re-established all the words of fondness and affection that she'd expressed to me over the previous few days. I smiled back and for one short moment we both looked at each other with mutual adoration.

Then Veronica's expression changed. She adopted a bearing of haughty arrogance and her tender gaze became a menacing glare.

"Pansy, get down on your knees and crawl over to Miss. Bradshaw. It's time to show her just how submissive you really are."

I looked over at Jeannie to see her eyes were fixed on me while she slowly dangled one of her high heeled shoes from her big toe. She was obviously well aware of my fascination with a woman's feet (I supposed that Roni had 'advised' her) and she was now using that knowledge to sadistically tease and torment me.

I obediently got down on my hands and knees. As I started crawling across the living room rug Veronica laughed and said, "Isn't he a good little boy."

Jeannie quietly whispered, "Oh yes, he most certainly is."

I moved quickly, my eyes focussed on Miss Bradshaw's enchanting feet. The humiliation I was enduring combined with the prospect of being allowed to kiss and lick those beautiful toes had my entire body tingling with excitement.

As soon as Jeannie's feet were within my reach Veronica halted me, "Pansy, don't you dare touch Miss Bradshaw without her giving permission."

I stopped and looked up at Veronica and then at Jeannie and then back at Veronica. I was confused, I didn't understand what I was supposed to do.

Veronica repeated her demand. "I think that it would be appropriate for you to get Miss Bradshaw's permission before you attempt to kiss her toes."

I looked up at Jeannie. She was studying me but from her expression I gauged this was obviously unexplored territory for all three of us. After a moment she gently said, "Pansy, would you like to kiss my feet?"

I took a deep breath and answered, "Yes Miss Bradshaw, I would like that very much."

She smiled at me and then asked, "How much?"

I stared at her, confused, I wasn't sure I knew what she wanted me to say.

"Dougie, it's a simple question; we want to see you beg," said Veronica who was watching us intently.

I shuddered with excitement. These two women were not only asking me to demean myself in front of them by kissing Jeannie's feet, they were expecting me to beg for the privilege.

I desperately tried to regain enough composure so that I could begin with Jeannie and Veronica looking on, both with disdainful expression waiting to see if I was going to do what had been asked.

Veronica noted my hesitation and mistook my excitement for apprehension and with a complete change in her tone said in a very soothing voice, "Dougie, if you do this, you know that you will be serving both Miss Bradshaw and Me. Would you like to serve?"

I looked at Veronica. "Can I do that?"

"Yes, in fact I would like it if you did. You do remember that I told you that Jeannie is the closest I have to ******, don't you?"

I nodded and then turned my focus to Jeannie who said nothing but was patiently waiting for my reaction.

Veronica quietly whispered, "Dougie, just like in a nice ******, I would like to share you with my 'sister' Jen."

The mood in the room had changed, it had become very serious and I understood exactly what was happening. It was my interpretation that we were kindred spirits in a world of lonely adults and although these women must have slept with scores of men, that they, like me, had only rarely experienced true friendship; that you can share your sex with many of people but at the end of the day never have one friend.

So, as I prostrated myself in front of her naked, on my knees, to my mind Jeannie wasn't really asking me to be her slave (well, maybe she was) but that wasn't what she was seeking She wanted my friendship and my love and in return was offering to become my friend and love me.

I looked at Veronica and then I looked back at Jeannie, both nervously awaiting my answer. I understood their anxiety, this could be a life-changing moment for all of us. Offering your body to another person is really quite easy; offering your heart and soul is a much more serious matter. I smiled at both of them as I realized that they were offering me the treasure of companionship and love that very few people are fortunate enough to find.

I stood up making it clear that we were taking a break from our games, took a deep breath and deliberately using their informal names quietly said, "Jen would you like to live here with Roni and me and be part of the ******?"

It was a little incongruous to be standing there naked with my stiff little dick dribbling on the carpet but I wanted them to understand that this was a decision we were making as equals.

Jeannie and Veronica looked at each other and then they started to giggle. Veronica grabbed my arm and pulled me onto the couch so I was sitting in between them. Once I was seated she leaned in and kissed me with a long hard passionate kiss.

As soon as she released and finished kissing me, she turned my face towards Jeannie saying, "Now it's your turn Jen. You'll enjoy it, Dougie is so easy to love."

Jeannie put her arms around me and stared into my eyes, "Dougie, that was such a lovely thing to ask me but I will only answer if will you allow me to love you?"

I nodded and smiled at this turn of events and said, "Yes Jen, I will allow you to love me."

She giggled and said, "Then, yes, oh yes." and then she kissed me. We kissed with passion and as we kissed I could feel Jeannie's hunger for love.

I really don't know how long we kissed but behind me I felt Veronica tapping my shoulder and saying, "Hey, I want in on this," and the next thing I knew I was being kissed by both women at the same time.

It might have been minutes and it might have been hours, time really didn't matter (neither did the dinner which was still in the oven!). When we finally did break apart all three of us sat back on the couch and grinned. We were giddy with happiness and I was especially happy for my little penis had not lost an ounce of strength and was still erect and pointing upward in anticipation of what might be coming next.


To be continued.