Message-ID: <28365asstr$979269008@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: From: "Louis Nessus" Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; format=flowed X-Original-Message-ID: X-OriginalArrivalTime: 12 Jan 2001 00:38:36.0376 (UTC) FILETIME=[FFD3ED80:01C07C2F] Subject: {ASSM} Tokens of Love 1: A Traditional Courtship Part 1b/4 (FD CB) Date: Thu, 11 Jan 2001 22:10:08 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: RuiJorge, newsman This story is intended for the enjoyment of adults over the age of 18 or whatever the legal age is in your part of the universe. It contains fantasy scenes of graphic sexual activity. Please, if you are under the age of 18, or if such material will offend you, use your intelligence and read no further - delete file. Otherwise.... enjoy! Distribute freely if you wish but please, not to minors Tokens of Love 1: A Traditional Courtship Part 1b/4 by Nessus CB Mast FD I walked up the hill and was let through the gates just before six. Luisa's mother kept me waiting in a small room for almost half an hour but when she walked in I saw where Luisa gained her beauty. "Billy," she said regally, extending her hand. "It's so nice to meet you. Luisa has told me about you. I'm Veronica, Luisa's mother." She was dressed in a cocktail dress that reached her knees so my eyes were drawn to her black hose as she crossed her legs. I waited for her to invite me to sit but she didn't so I stood in front of her. "I hope she has said good things about me?" I said nervously. "Yes," she said coolly. "She has and she also tells me you want to go out on a date?" I nodded. "I'm afraid we have a traditional approach to dating before marriage." "I understand." She examined me coldly. "Do you? No, I don't think you do. I will speak frankly. We understand that a certain, how do you say, `petting' goes on in a relationship between and young woman and her man." I flushed and nodded. "And that's acceptable. However, actual sexual intercourse is forbidden until marriage." Blushing, I nodded, "Of course. I agree." "Do you? Interesting," she said dismissively. "My family has a centuries long tradition that the women must follow. To date Luisa, you must follow the path of many men before you. Are you willing? Is your love for Luisa that strong?" she asked ironically. This was a powerful woman and I felt like a deer in the headlights under her steely gaze. "Yes. It is," I said weakly. "We will see," she said, abruptly stood up and pressed a buzzer. Moments later, the servant opened the door. "Enrico, please show Billy to Dr Rombossi." Dr Rombossi was an older man who lived in a smaller cottage in the compound. "Ah," he said. "The Billy I've heard so much about. Please take all your clothes off." For the next thirty minutes I was examined and, embarrassingly, my penis measured. "The tradition is," he said, producing a metal tube with locking devices fitted, "that you must wear this to date Luisa." "What is it?" I said weakly, in shock. "A chastity belt. It will stop you from getting hard. You'll have to sit to pee but, no matter," he laughed. "But, why?" "You can not have sexual intercourse. It is the tradition. Of course, there are other ways to satisfy each other," he said and winked. "But how, if that is locked on? Who has the key?" I asked, totally confused. "Luisa." "All right. Anything for Luisa," I said solemnly and he laughed softly as he showed me how to put it on. "Just the right fit," he said. "I keep many sizes but that is the perfect one for you. We have these especially made in Milano. How does it feel?" "Tight." "Of course. Here is the key for you to take to Luisa in a moment but I'll explain a little more of the tradition. For you to have a little fun," he said, his eyes twinkling, "you have to give Luisa three." He held three fingers up. "Three? You mean three orgasms?" I said incredulously, flushing. "It is the tradition," he said in a solemn voice. "After marriage, it is five. For you it will be no problem. She is young, she is healthy; she should pop like a firecracker." He snapped his fingers. "If you say so," I said embarrassed, puzzled as to exactly how I would give her orgasms. "I am her doctor, I know how healthy she is. There is more. For every one you give her, she will give you a token of her love." He showed a small token with some sort of crest on it. "When you have three of these, you will get to enjoy yourself." He winked again. "This is strange," I said weakly. "It is the tradition. Now, meet Luisa in the garden. She is waiting for you." Luisa was standing in the moonlight under a tree and I rushed to her. "You've agreed?" she asked and, even in the moonlight, I could tell she was blushing. "Yes," I smiled and handed her the key. "I would do anything for you." "Oh Billy,"' she exclaimed and leapt into my arms. Our first kiss was long and passionate. For the first time, I felt the iron grasp of the tube around my poor cock. "Mother has suggested you might like to stay in our guest cottage. Would you?" A silly question. "Of course. If it's not too much trouble?' I added quickly. I moved my meagre possessions into the guest cottage the next day and revelled in my new luxurious surroundings. The chastity tube was restrictive but so far, there was no real impact and I had plans to score my first token that night. nessus29@hotmail.com _________________________________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free E-mail from MSN Hotmail at http://www.hotmail.com. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+