Legless

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 ******** 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 ******* 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.