My Mistress- My Wife Part 1

I am in my late 50’s. I am a writer, a novelist, I have sold some stories to the movies and TV and, while I am not in the same league as Sorkin or Clancy, I make a comfortable living. I got divorced when my children moved out of the house, there was nothing holding us together, and the sex was either lousy or nonexistent. I moved west, picked up 400 acres with a private lake, and went about my writing in privacy.

I did not even realize that I was lonely until I met Miss Eve at a reading that I did. Miss Eve was young enough to be my daughter, and looked as though butter would not melt in her mouth. She was 10 inches shorter than me, was petite ( I was overweight) blue eyed and gorgeous. The “Miss Eve” started as a joke, as she was a kindergarten teacher, and told me to call her Miss Eve, as that was what her students called her. She said this with a big smile, she looked so young and happy, that I was happy to oblige. In return, when I pleased her, she said that I was her “good little boy.” I was flattered. I hadn’t been a little boy in 50 years, and I don’t know if I was ever a “good” little boy, but I was glad to make “Miss Eve” happy, as I delighted in her company and in her innocent smile.

I took her out for a drink after the reading. We spoke, we joked, I had a delightful time.  When it grew late, I drove her home and Miss Eve invited me in for a nitecap.    It was almost 40 years since I went out on a date. As we continued our relationship, my friends kept telling me that Eve was looking for a father figure. Not so. Eve made me feel young, because she treated me like a young boy. As I started to kiss her, she said that I should ask her permission. When I write it in black and white it sounds ridiculous, but that not how it sounded at the time. It sounded friendly and flirtatious. So I asked permission to kiss Miss Eve. And so we kissed for 15-20 minutes. A man my age, necking!!! I felt so young, so good! I was determined to see Miss Eve often in the future. I asked to see her on Friday Night. She agreed and I went to my car with the biggest grin I can remember. It was two hours from the city to my home and it was late, so instead of driving I stayed in a hotel. I could afford it.

Another thing I could afford was a small furnished apartment that would afford me privacy with Miss Eve. Hotel rooms were a cheap and tawdry place to invite a woman, so I called a couple of Real Estate agents and found a beautifully furnished one bedroom in a luxury development, with its own gym, pool and tennis courts. Now I had a suitable place to entertain Miss Eve.

So come Friday Night, we did the town. An early dinner, then a show, not Broadway, but the local college had a good theater program, then drinking and dancing. Then I invited Miss Eve to see my new apartment. “I thought you lived in a lakefront property in the middle of nowhere.” I did not want to say that I just took this place to have some place where I could be with her, that seemed to be getting well ahead of myself, so I just said that I wanted to have someplace in town for when I wanted to be in town.

And so our relationship began. She was the Kindergarten teacher, and I was the little boy, who wanted to please my Miss Eve. I asked Miss Eve for permission to kiss her on the lips. After a few minutes of that, I boldly asked for permission to kiss her beautiful breasts. Miss Eve asked why I wanted to do that. After a brief pause, I answered that I wanted to give her pleasure. Miss Eve said that she would allow me to kiss her breasts if my goal was to give her pleasure. She then instructed me, as if I were really a kindergarten child, on how to unbutton and remove her blouse, and how to remove her bra. Then I was in heaven. Her breasts were perfectly shaped, a little large for someone so petite, 34c I would later learn. Her nipples were large and responded readily as I kissed and sucked each one in turn. 

Her breasts were extremely sensitive. I could tell she was enjoying my kisses as her breathing changed, first growing deeper and more relaxed then more rapid and shallow. Her color changed as she flushed all over. She kept moaning, good boy, good boy, as I continued. She was heaving and rolling, as I continued to kiss and suck, alternating between each wonderful breast. Finally, she came, just from my kissing her breasts. She said good job, little boy, you did well. She motioned me away and said she needed to rest.

I waited a few minutes until her breathing grew normal, then I asked Miss Eve if I could please her by kissing her lower lips. Miss Eve replied that was not possible. I must have looked very disappointed, because Miss Eve immediately ran her hand through my hair and said she would show me why. With that she took her purse and instructed me to follow her to the bathroom. She removed her skirt and panties and I saw her naked for the first time.

She was flawless, slim hips, angling to a hairless pussy. She could have been 10 years old. Then I saw that she was older. I saw a string hanging down from between her legs. I had never seen that before. My ex had never mentioned her period. When it came, she said she had a headache and gave me THE LOOK,  that said “What kind of idiot are you anyway?” But here Miss Eve was showing me that she was having her period. I found it so sexy, my cock was so big and hard, it almost poked a hole in my pants. Then Miss Eve went even further. “Little boy,” she said “why don’t you pull on the string, and I will show you why I cannot let you kiss my lower lips.” So I removed her bloody tampon. She indicated I was to dispose of it in the toilet, then quickly removed a fresh one from her purse and taught me how to insert it between her legs into the depths of her womanhood. She again told me that I was a very good boy. She asked me to leave her for a few minutes and when she came out she was fully dressed.

“Next Friday night, I would like you to take me to your house in the middle of nowhere. I am off on Monday, so I can stay with you until Monday afternoon. Would you like that?” There was no need to ask twice. That was an offer that I could not refuse. Then Miss Eve through in a kicker. “Very well then, I will be your guest for the weekend, but you must be a good little boy until then.”  Yes I’ll be a good little boy, I’ll do anything you want, how can I please you, whatever will make you happy. “I know,” said Miss Eve “how a little boy’s penis gets hard, and the little boy likes to stroke it and ejaculate. Well, my good little boy,” said Miss Eve, gently stroking my cheek, “will do no such thing. You may stroke your penis and think of me if you wish, but under no circumstances are you to ejaculate without my permission. Is that understood?” ”Yes Miss Eve, I understand, I will be a good little boy and I will not ejaculate without your permission.”  With that Miss Eve said that it was growing late and that I should take her home.

I don’t remember aching that way for a week. When I was young, I whacked off every day, whenever I felt the urge. When I got married, I fucked my wife when I could and whacked off when I couldn’t. As I got older, I slowed down, but I always had the option. As I drove Miss Eve home, I realized that I had not been this hard in at least 30 years. My balls ached. It was a good ache, but a powerful one, one that I would be conscious of all week, until Miss Eve allowed me to cum. Although it was painful, it was a good feeling, as I felt my manhood throb it made me conscious that although not as young as I once was, I was still a man.

                     My Mistress, My Wife PART TWO

By this time, you must be wondering what kind of idiot I was. Didn’t I realize what was happening ?  Didn’t I see that Miss Eve was taking over my life, was controlling me completely? Of course I did. If I wasn’t sure before, and I had my suspicions, I was 100% positive after Miss Eve had me change her tampon. So I knew. Miss Eve knew that I knew. And I knew that Miss Eve knew that I knew. But I wanted it to happen. I wanted to be controlled by this amazingly gorgeous young slip of a woman. I wanted to serve her every intimate need, to follow her every whim.  There was one thing that I was concerned about, money. I was not going to give Miss Eve a blank check and wind up broke and homeless, but I’ll let you know what happened when that came up. Meanwhile, let me assure you that I have never been happier in my life. This is a happy ending story, and it’s time I got back to telling it.

Anyway, on Friday, I took Miss Eve for drinks, dinner and dancing. I might have had a little too much of the drinking, and as I drove to my retreat I was excited in every sense of the word. I, and my hard cock, were anxious to get Miss Eve home and get her permission to “ejaculate.” But I was shocked when immediately upon leaving town Miss Eve reached into my pants and took out my cock. She started stroking it, right in the car, where anyone could see.

I protested, “No, not here, not in the car.” Miss Eve stopped and put my cock back. She then told me to take her home. I was stunned. She said, in what I came to know as her Mistress voice, that I was to serve her, to please her and to obey her. I was never to use the word “NO” to her. If I could not follow that simple rule, she did not need me and would not see me again. I quickly begged for her forgiveness. I promised to serve her and obey her. She ordered me to stop the car and take off my pants and underpants. When I followed her orders, she let me know that when we got to my home she would punish me, but she was going to allow me a second chance. I proceeded to drive to my country home as Miss Eve, resuming her kindergarten teacher voice began again to play with my very hard cock.

“There are only two very simple rules you must follow if you want to be a good boy. First, you must do everything that I tell you to do. If what I ask is physically impossible, you will very politely say: Miss Eve, I would like to follow your instructions but I am unable to do so because my body is weak and cannot perform the task. If you did not hear what I said, you will very politely say so. If you did not understand what I said, you will again, very politely, ask me to explain what I meant by the order. If I think that you are stalling, you will be punished. That is rule one.

Rule two: you will do NOTHING without obtaining my permission. If you wish to eat, you will ask my permission. If you wish to drink, you will ask my permission, if you wish to urinate you will ask my permission, if you wish to move your bowels, you will ask my permission, and most important, if you wish to ejaculate, you will ask my permission. Do you understand?” With that she started stroking faster and harder on my swollen cock.

“Yes Miss Eve, I understand, Miss Eve, I will do nothing without your permission. Please, Miss Eve, I beg your permission to ejaculate.” I was going crazy, I could feel the sperm leaving my balls moving up my cock. I could cum as soon as I had permission. It was only willpower, spurred by fear, that kept me from cumming. 

“No” said Miss Eve as she moved her dainty hand from my cock to my balls and squeezed hard. Oh, the pain! My cock quickly shrank, my proud erection a thing of the past. It was a good thing that the road was deserted because I lost all control of the car and of everything else as I suffered under the pain that she inflicted. Miss Eve then continued in her kindest Kindergarten teacher voice. “You can ask me to go home at any time, and we will end our play time, but if you do that, I will never play with you again. If you want to be a good little boy, if you want me to play with you, if you want to make me happy, you must obey my rules.”

“I want to be a good little boy, I want to be your favorite boy, I want you to be happy. Please do not go home. I will obey your rules Miss Eve. I will be a good little boy.” With that, Miss Eve gave me a kiss on my right cheek, and had me begin repeating the two rules as I continued the drive and she resumed stroking my cock.

As I continued to drive, I began to feel a different type of ache. I had too much to drink and I had to take a leak. Normally, I would just pull over to the side of the road, I’ve done it many times, but Miss Eve’s rules, as I kept repeating, are quite specific. I must ask permission to urinate. So I did. That is something that I haven’t done since I was in Kindergarten.”Miss Eve, may I please urinate?” I begged humbly. “But of course, little boy. If a little boy has to urinate, then he must urinate. But I would prefer that you do not do so in the car. Why don’t you pull over to the side of the road and stop the car.” When I did, Miss Eve told me to get out and come to her side of the car. Remember, I had removed my slacks and underpants and was wearing my shirt and jacket. What a sight if anyone should pass by.  Miss Eve got out of the car and said “Let me see how a little boy urinates.” Well, I stood with my back towards her and started to grab my cock when Miss Eve said, “NO, that is how a man urinates, you are a little boy. I want you to squat, like a catcher, legs apart. Now hold you little penis straight out.” Miss Eve walked around, inspecting whether I was doing it “right” Then she got out of the line of fire and commanded me to urinate. Now this was very strange and I kept praying that no one would come. But for whatever reason, my piss just wasn’t coming. Miss Eve was upset. She used her Mistress voice and accused me of wasting her time. She reached into her purse and pulled out a small thin  cat and proceeded to whip my ass. “I will not tolerate this foolishness. You begged for permission to urinate, I granted this permission and now you are refusing to do so. I will continue to whip you until I see an acceptable flow of urine. And you had better not move.” And so, I must have taken 10 strokes with the cat before I was finally able to piss. Miss Eve then resumed her Kindergarten teacher voice.   “I knew you could do it. I know that you are a good boy. Now stand up and come here.”  Miss Eve took out a tissue from her purse and gently wiped off the drops of urine from my penis and gave me a big, affectionate kiss, right there on the road. Then, with no further incident, we drove home.

When we arrived, I took Miss Eve’s suitcase and escorted her into my home. Her first words to me were her order to strip.  “I want to see you naked, little boy. I do not want you hiding anything from me.” Well the only thing I had to hide was a big erection, but I hoped Miss Eve would take care of that for me soon, so I quickly stripped. Miss Eve, of course remained fully clothed.  “Now, kneel down and kiss my shoes.” I quickly knelt and began to worship Miss Eve’s shoes with my tongue, not even hesitating when Miss Eve presented me with the soles of her shoes, fresh from the dirt path.  “Good Boy” she said as she ran her fingers through my hair.  “Whenever I come into a room that you are in, or you come into a room that I am in, you will stop whatever you were doing and greet me as you just did. Do you understand, little boy?” Yes Miss Eve, When I come into a room that you are in, or you come into a room that I am in, I will stop whatever I am doing and kneel at your feet and kiss your shoes.”  “Yes little boy, but what if I am not wearing shoes?” I thought very quickly. She hadn’t said, but I could make a guess.  “Then I will kiss your feet, Miss Eve.”  “Very good, little boy. You are a smart little boy.” She rubbed her hand affectionately on my cheek. Now why don’t you just put my suitcase in the bedroom and come back.”  Well, I had more than one bedroom, but I was pretty sure that Miss Eve wanted the Master bedroom, so I brought it to what was my bedroom and quickly hurried back.

Miss Eve had seated herself on a comfortable recliner, and I saw that she had removed her shoes. I knelt down and carefully kissed her feet, and ran my tongue between her toes. Finally, Miss Eve, patted my head, told me that I was a good boy, and instructed me to lie over her lap and prepare for a spanking. I must be punished, she explained, for saying no to her when we were in the car. I lay over her knees, my cock trapped between her delightful knees. I would count each time her hand landed on my buttocks, she said and then ask for another. After every 10, I would thank her for punishing me. I would receive 100 spanks.

And then she began. I thought I would be OK. After all Miss Eve was a small woman, petite. How much could a bare handed spanking hurt anyway? Well, Miss Eve reached into her purse and put on a leather glove. She began to spank my ass, hard. No individual blow hurt all that much. But by 75, my ass was red and tender, and I was crying with pain. By the time Miss Eve was finished, tears were running down my face and my nose was running. To top my humiliation, Miss Eve took off her glove, and took out some tissues. Miss Eve then dried my tears, and most humiliatingly, held the tissue to my nose and had me blow my nose. I truly could do nothing without her permission. Before she permitted me to rise, she once again ran her hand through my hair and told me what a good boy I was, and how proud she was of me and how I took my punishment. Meanwhile she rubbed her thighs over my erect cock. Pleasure mixed with pain.

Finally, Miss Eve instructed me to wait on my knees until she called me. She then went to my Bedroom, now hers, where she prepared for the next event. When Miss Eve called me, she told me to bring in a pillow. When I did, she had me kneel on the pillow, in the bathroom, in front of the toilet seat. Miss Eve was dressed in a beautiful full length night gown, revealing, but hiding more than it revealed. Miss Eve ordered me to place my hands palms up on the seat. She would not sit on the seat, but on my hands, as she used the toilet. So although I could not see her body as she urinated, I could feel her release through my hands under her ass, and hear it as it went into the toilet.  Finally, she finished.  I wondered if she would shit as well, but she instructed me to take a tissue and placing my hand under her nightgown, to clean the urine from her lower lips. She leaned over on one side, freeing my right hand and I took the tissue and carefully cleaned her pussy. I was about to throw the tissue into the toilet when Miss Eve stopped me.   “I want you to eat the toilet paper. After you have earned the privilege, I will allow you to serve me more intimately. So I ate the toilet paper, tasting Miss Eve’s urine for the first time. When I finished, Miss Eve instructed me to use mouthwash and follow her into her bedroom.

Miss Eve said I have been a very good boy, and I would be rewarded. She had me lie face up on the bed, not quite on the head of the bed. She then proceeded to blindfold me and chain my arms and legs so I was spread-eagled. I was not uncomfortable,  I was just in no position to defend myself against anything that Miss Eve might wish to do to me. Fortunately, what Miss Eve wanted was to have her pussy licked, and I was eager to do that. Because of my blindfold, I could not see anything, but I felt Miss Eve’s knees on either side of the pillow beneath her head and felt her ass on my nose and her cunt over my mouth. “Lick, little boy, lick and suck, devote yourself to pleasing Miss Eve, and perhaps I will allow my good little boy to feel some pleasure.” With that Miss Eve bent over me and started to stroke my cock. I started licking on her pussy lips and sucking on her clit. Miss Eve was stroking on my cock, with slow gentle strokes, and my cock immediately grew hard. I knew that there was only a possibility that Miss Eve would allow me to cum at all, and that possibility was going to be zero if I did not please Miss Eve with my tongue, if I did not make her cum. Miss Eve was generous in that she kept telling me what to do. “Yes little boy, right over there, Harder, little boy, press harder with your tongue. Suck on it little boy, Yes, suck on it and flick it with your tongue, Yes little boy, that’s a good little boy, that’s it little boy.” Miss Eve’s breathing grew faster as she continued to stroke on my cock, I could feel Miss Eve’s dainty little hand stroking harder and harder on my cock. I used whatever freedom my chains allowed me to arch my hips in time with her stroking. I wanted to cum so desperately. I was going to explode. The cum was rising from my balls and filling my cock as Miss Eve was stroking hard and fast. Miss Eve was rocking her hot cunt on my mouth, as I licked and sucked with every ounce of strength I had in me. Then I heard Miss Eve yell. “YES, LITTLE BOY, THAT’S IT, LITTLE BOY, OH YOU ARE A GOOD LITTLE BOY, KEEP SUCKING, KEEP SUCKING, KEEP SUCKING, THAT’S IT” and finally a soft groan of pleasure as I could feel, and taste her wonderful juices running down my throat. What an exquisite taste. Miss Eve still had her hand stroking my cock. She had slowed her stroking but she was still firm and my cock was just so ready.

“Does my good little boy want to ejaculate?”  “Oh, yes, Miss Eve, your little boy wants to ejaculate.”  “How badly does my little boy  want to ejaculate.”  “Oh so Badly Miss Eve, as badly as I have ever wanted anything in my life Miss Eve, Please I beg you Miss Eve, please permit me to ejaculate.”

“Very well, little boy, I will count to three, and you will be permitted to ejaculate when I reach 3. I want to see a massive ejaculation. I want to see how high your ejaculate can fly, I want to see how much ejaculate my little boy can produce. Will you do that for me? Will you produce for me a powerful and large ejaculation?” Oh yes Miss Eve, I will produce a large and powerful ejaculation for you, Please Miss Eve, permit me to ejaculate.” My voice was full of torment. I was holding myself on the edge, ever so anxious but awaiting the word. “Very well”, said Miss Eve, as she raised herself off my face, gathered her nightgown, so her pussy was covered and removed the blindfold as she counted to three.

  My cock was standing straight up as my cum launched from my cock like a rocket in flight. It must have gone up 2feet, maybe 2 and a half. That was the first spurt. The powerful spurts continued. Five, ten, fifteen powerful individual spurts. Miss Eve counted them aloud as I watched the cum spurt from my cock like lava from a volcano. And then there were the smaller, countless after spurts, each releasing a little more to the geyser of cum. I watched, amazed. I had never had a cum like that. Not when I was young, not that I ever had anything feel so good, that was so powerful. As soon as I came back to myself, I knew what I had to do.  “Thank you Miss Eve, thank you Miss Eve, thank you Miss Eve. Thank you for allowing me the pleasure of the best ejaculation I have ever had in my entire life. I cannot thank you enough.” Miss Eve replied softly and gently, “You are welcome, my good little boy. You pleased me so I gave you this gift. Take two minutes to recuperate and then go and change my sheet. The bed is soaked with your ejaculate. It is not suitable for me to sleep on.”

I soaked in the aftermath of that glorious cum. I never had anything like that, in power, volume or pleasure. I felt like a teenager. Then I started to think about how Miss Eve always has a new trick. While she allowed me to see her naked body before, this time, when she allowed me to serve her, allowed me the greatest pleasure, that extraordinary cum, she was careful not to allow me to see her body. Was there a method to this?

Rest period was over. Mistress Eve had me lick up some of my cum from the bed, before I stripped the bed and brought in a fresh set of sheets. Miss Eve was correct. The bed was truly soaked. No lady, let alone Miss Eve, would let herself sleep on a bed that was so soaked with cum. When I finished making the bed, Miss Eve told me to bring a mattress with a sheet, and lay it on the floor near the bed. Then she had me kneel down and ran her hand through her hair and spoke in the most kindly voice I have ever heard.

“Little boy, I appreciate the gift you give me by serving me as a little boy. The gift that you give me is precious, because you are not a little boy. If you were a little boy, then your gift is meaningless. It is that you are an accomplished writer that makes your gift so beautiful and meaningful. But you have been so preoccupied with preparing to see me that you have not done any writing in a while. That is not what I want, not what I can allow. I want you to go downstairs to your office and write. You will write until I tell you that you can come upstairs. As a matter of fact, if you want to keep writing, after I give you permission to come upstairs, you may. You are a writer. That is who you are and what you are. Only after that are you my good little boy.”

I had been fascinated by my Miss Eve, obsessed. At this moment I fell in love with her. I would have to marry Miss Eve.  I went down to begin my writing. Miss Eve was correct. I was a writer. Writer’s write. What a great day.

                        My Mistress – My Wife Part 3

Miss Eve came to my office about two hours later. I was hard at work and my writing was going very well. I didn’t even notice when Miss Eve came in. She eventually cleared her throat, till I noticed. I quickly came out of my seat and knelt at her feet, kissing and licking her shoes, slightly scared that Miss Eve would be upset that I was not immediately at her feet. Miss Eve chuckled, ran her hand through my hair and said that I was good boy.  “I am glad you were writing so intently. That is what I want. Now, as I said, you can come to bed now, or you can continue writing. In any event, I am going to sleep, and I do not want you to have to disturb me. Would my little boy like to urinate before I go to sleep?”

I hadn’t thought about it, but it was a very good idea. I thanked Miss Eve, and said that yes, I would be very grateful to be allowed to urinate. So Miss Eve took me into a small bathroom, off the kitchen and instructed me to sit down, on the porcelain, with my legs apart.  She spoke in her soft, kindergarten teacher voice.  “Men urinate standing up. Little boys like you urinate sitting down. Except if they are on the road, and have to urinate outdoors, like before. Then they squat like I showed you before. Now you may urinate.” So with Miss Eve watching intently, I pissed.   “Very good, little boy,” said Miss Eve when I was finished. Then she took the palm of her hand and rubbed it all over the head of my cock, and gathered the pee drops. She then had me clean her hand with my tongue.  “Lick my hand clean. I want you to learn the taste of urine. You will learn to distinguish the taste of your urine from the taste of my sweet urine. You will learn to consider drinking MY urine a great pleasure and reward.” And so I licked her palm clean of my urine, and I did not enjoy it. But I would do anything to make Miss Eve happy.

I followed Miss Eve to bed. Miss Eve slept alone on the king sized bed. She was so small, you might have to send a search party to find her on the big bed. But I was not allowed to share it with her. I would sleep on the mattress that I had prepared earlier.

I slept very well, still recovering from that wonderful, draining orgasm Miss Eve gave me. As I was beginning to stir, Miss Eve called to me, “Little Boy, I need you.” I woke up immediately and started to kiss Miss Eve’s toes.  Miss Eve had me help her on with her slippers, and off with her nightgown. Again, I was allowed to gaze upon the unadorned beauty of Miss Eve, slim waist, perfect hips, shapely breasts. She turned and I was able to see her perfectly formed ass as I followed her into the bathroom. I quickly placed my hands on the seat palm up, to create a living throne for Miss Eve to sit on, as she pissed. This time, as she was not wearing her nightgown, I could see her as she relieved herself. “Look up, at my face, not at my labial lips, you bad little boy. You will not look below my face without permission.” She slapped my face, hard, once, twice, three times.

Then she finished and she gave me further orders.  “Now, you may look, little boy, as I want you to clean my lower lips with your tongue. Lick up my urine and tell me how you enjoy the taste.” Well, I knew this was coming and I was looking forward to it as well. How would I react to the taste of Miss Eve’s urine. Perhaps because I knew how much I knew Miss Eve wanted this, I found the taste fascinating. Licking the urine from her lower lips was an exciting experience and I found myself growing hard. As I tried to continue the licking, trying to move from cleaning to stimulation, Miss Eve rose and said that I was going too far.  “I determine when I want you to stimulate me sexually, not you. But since you seem to enjoy the taste of my urine so much, I will allow you to drink some more”.  With that she moved behind me and pushed my head into the bowl. I had no choice but to drink. I lapped up her urine from the toilet bowl.

“So, is my little boy learning to love the taste of my urine?” Yes Mistress, the taste of your urine is intoxicating, it is addictive, it is better for me than the most expensive wines.” Miss Eve replied that was good as she planned to allow me to drink it frequently.

Then Miss Eve had me prepare her bath with special oils and bubbles. My tub was built specially for me, as I am big and don’t fit comfortably in a smaller tub, but I had the feeling that I would never be allowed to use this tub again, now that it was being used by Miss Eve. Oh, well, perhaps Miss Eve will allow me to install a large tub in another bathroom. Anyway, Miss Eve helped show me the proper temperature and the amount oil and bubble bath to add. When it was filled, I helped her in and waited for her next command.

Meanwhile, I had not taken my morning piss and I was very conscious of the fullness of my bladder that demanded relief. Miss Eve luxuriated in the tub, splashing like a little girl. Finally, she told me to prepare a large fluffy towel and help her out. I dried her most carefully, conscious of the ache in my bladder. Finally I asked Miss Eve if her little boy may be allowed to urinate. Miss Eve asked how badly I needed to go. By this time I was quite desperate, and said so. Miss Eve responded that it was not convenient for her to accompany me, but if I had to go, I should run as fast as I could to the lake. The lake was about 100 yards from the house.  “I want you to find a fresh bar of soap. You are to run to the lake as fast as you can. The exercise will do you good. You will go knee deep into the lake, turn sideways to me and then, while I am watching, you will urinate, directing your stream as far as you can. Then you will dive into the lake, soap yourself, and rinse. I want my little boy to be clean. I will be watching to make sure you do a good job. When you are finished you will hurry back to me.”

I grabbed a bar of soap and set a personal best in the dash to the lake. I was naked of course and desperately wanted to piss, but also anxious to please Miss Eve in every way that I could. As I reached the proper spot in the lake, I noticed Miss Eve watching from the bedroom window. I urinated, sending my stream out into the lake, which I now noticed was ice cold in the morning.   When I finished pissing, I took three quick steps deeper into the lake and dived in to the freezing water. I quickly soaped myself all over, paying special attention to my cock, balls and ass. I was sure that Miss Eve would pay particular attention to those parts. I then walked out of the pool and walked back to the house. I shook myself like a wet dog, to get some of the cold water off. When I got back to the house, I took a kitchen towel to dry off. That was a mistake.

Miss Eve was still naked when I entered the bedroom.  “Bad boy, you did not hurry back as I commanded, and I did NOT give you permission to towel dry. What are your two rules, little boy?”  I was in serious trouble.   “I will follow Miss Eve’s orders and I will not do anything without permission.”    Miss Eve used her most gentle voice.  “What shall I do with you, little boy?”   “Please, Miss Eve, I beg you to punish me, as I deserve.”             “And what type of punishment do you deserve?  , a mild gentle punishment, a medium punishment?”   Well, I knew what answer she wanted.   “Miss Eve, your little boy deserves a harsh, severe punishment for breaking your two rules. Please punish me, I beg you to punish me harshly, so that I will remember your rules and please you better.”  Miss Eve smiled kindly, “I will punish you severely, and after I punish you, I will forgive you. But first you will help me get dressed.”  So while I was waiting to hear the verdict, I helped Miss Eve with her stockings, her panties, her skirt, her bra and her blouse. Miss Eve   chose to wear light pink panties and bra that hugged her body.  She then had me lay face down on the bed, strapping me spread eagled. But today it was not for my pleasure but for my pain.

“You have earned twenty five strokes with the cane. Because this is your first experience with the cane, I will limit my strokes to your buttocks. Nevertheless, you will feel great pain, as you should. You will beg me to punish you, you will count the stroke, you will thank me for punishing you, you will beg me for another stroke. Do you understand, little boy?”

“Yes Miss Eve. Your little boy begs to be punished with twenty five strokes of the cane on the buttocks. I beg Miss Eve to begin my punishment.”

Thus began the most painful 15 minutes of my life. First Miss Eve inserted a small ball gag in my mouth. This was not to prevent my screaming, it was to prevent me from biting off my tongue. I could talk with the gag, and I begged Miss Eve to begin. The first stroke was a shock. Hard across my ass. It was like a bolt of lightning.   “One, thank you Miss Eve, may your naughty boy beg for another stroke.” She paused to let the full pain of the first stroke sink in before I felt  “Two, thank you Miss Eve, may your naughty boy beg for another stroke.” By the fifth stroke I was in tears, by the 10th my nose was running. By 15 I was shaking uncontrollably. It is a good thing that Miss Eve did not give me a safe word, because I would have used it. The only way I could get her to stop was to ask her to go home and then I would never see her again. But she did slow her pace, allowing me time to recuperate and recover, to recite my mantra. By the 20th stroke I had reached a place that I had never been, where the pain ceased to matter, where all that mattered was pleasing Miss Eve. Finally, Miss Eve reached stroke 25, harder than anything I had yet received and deliberately crossing many previous strokes. After I recited my mantra, Miss Eve stroked my cheeks, and told me that I was a good little boy and that she was very proud of me for the way I took my punishment.  “You pleased me very much, little boy, she said as she dried my face with a tissue.” She kissed me gently on my cheeks, as she said, “let me show you how much you pleased me.” With that she took off her panties, which were no longer light pink, but dark, as they were soaked with her juices.  “Do you see how much pleasure I received from how you took your punishment? Such devotion must be rewarded.”  She must have cum just from the pleasure of whipping me and seeing my agony. She took off the restraints and allowed me to lie with my head on the bed. She let my ass hang over the bed as any contact would be agony.    “I will allow you to look and see my lower lips as you worship them with your tongue.”

So I saw my wonderful Miss Eve, as I sucked and licked her lips and clit. I saw her arousal. I saw her hand reach over and touch my cock, which despite the pain immediately went rock hard. I did not understand how my cock could become erect while my ass was in such agony. But Miss Eve did.  “Keep sucking, little boy, pain and pleasure, pleasure and pain.” My cock was filling up with my sperm, Miss Eve was breathing hard and so was I, but Miss Eve could cum any time she wanted, but I could only cum if Miss Eve would allow it. I knew that if I came without permission, the least that I could expect was another whipping like I just received but I thought that Miss Eve would do something even harsher. I begged Miss Eve, “Please Miss Eve, will you permit your little boy to ejaculate for your pleasure. I beg you Miss Eve, I beg for permission to ejaculate.”

“Absolutely not. Your reward is being permitted an erection, being allowed to enjoy my stroking. You are not going to be allowed to ejaculate at this time. Get that thought out of your dirty little mind.” Well, at least I had a clear answer. I concentrated on pleasing Miss Eve with my tongue, and tried to use the pain to keep myself from cuming. Finally Miss Eve climaxed.   “YES, YES, YES LITTLE BOY, good little boy, you pleased your Miss Eve! You were a very good little boy.” She removed her hand from my cock and ran it through my hair, as she kept whispering, “good little boy. Good little boy.” In a way this pleased me more than if Miss Eve had allowed me an orgasm.

Miss Eve then decided that it was time for breakfast. I seated her at the table, and prepared, at her instructions, toast with butter, scrambled eggs and a mimosa, which is champagne and orange juice. This was a suitable beverage for Miss Eve’s breakfast. For myself, Miss Eve had me kneel at her side with a cereal bowl full of cold water. Occasionally she would throw some toast, or some eggs into the bowl. I was to lap the water and eat the remains that she gave me. Occasionally she would rub my well striped ass, and again tell me that I was a good boy and that I pleased her. Then she announced that she had a special reward for me. She instructed me to get her a large glass, held it to her beautiful pussy and pissed. I was wondering why she hadn’t replaced the cum soaked pink panties.  “First lick my lips clean, then you may beg permission to drink my urine.”  Well, licking her lips, I had done before. Then I begged Miss Eve to honor me by allowing me to drink her urine, the tasty nectar of her body, finer than any champagne. When granted permission, I drank it slowly but eagerly, savoring the taste. Whatever Miss Eve wanted I would do. Miss Eve was pleased and once again kissed my cheeks and told me that I was a good little boy.

Miss Eve then gave me an order that puzzled me. She told me to get a shovel and, pointing to a spot near the lake, dig a hole a foot long and wide and two feet deep. I had no idea what this was about, but I followed her orders, and returned to find Miss Eve waiting for me with a large enema bag, filled with two quarts of warm soapy water. “You have not moved your bowels since you have been here. It is not healthy for a little boy to not move his bowels. Kneel down, and raise those cute buttocks for me. Hold the cheeks apart, you don’t want your Miss Eve to have to do that, do you? Here is some lubricant,” she said, placing a tube of KY jell in one of my hands, I suggest you use it generously.”  She gave me a minute to do so, and then she inserted the enema tube.

Slowly she began to empty the tube into my bowels. Never having had an enema before, I quickly felt full, but that did not stop Miss Eve. She kept squeezing the enema bag, releasing more and more liquid into my bowels. I could see my stomach swell. I had to shit. I could not take any more. Finally, the bag was empty, and I started to beg Miss Eve for permission to move my bowels, to release all the water that was filling me. 

“Are you in pain, little boy?” Miss Eve asked. Well, I was in great pain, and I said so. “But don’t you know that my little boy’s pain gives me great pleasure? Surely my little boy wants to please his Miss Eve?”  With that, Miss Eve, leaving the enema tube in my ass, sat down and started to use her fingers to play with her pussy. Then she said that perhaps my tongue might be able to please her. I begged for permission to please her with my tongue. I tried to bring Miss Eve to a rapid climax, but Miss Eve would have none of that.   “Slowly, little boy, slowly, concentrate on my lips for the time being. I will let you know when I want you to do anything else.” And so, while my body was desperate to shit, to release the enema that so painfully filled me, I was instructed to bring Miss Eve to a slow and lengthy orgasm, licking her lips, slowly, skillfully, worshipfully. Finally, Miss Eve allowed me to penetrate her pussy with my tongue. To tongue fuck her, again slowly, I was to mix that with continued worship of her lips at her instructions.

At last I could sense the growing excitement in Miss Eve.  “Just touch my clit gently” she panted. “That’s it, now back to the lips, now your tongue inside me, a little faster now, now my clit a little harder.” Miss Eve continued to direct me step by step. Finally she had me sucking her clit inside my mouth and licking it hard with my tongue.  “OH, YES, OH YES, GOOD BOY, GOOD LITTLE BOY!! You are a good little boy,  that was just perfect. That pleased me very much. Let me rest for a minute or two and I will reward you by allowing you to move your bowels.”

Miss  Eve rested from her cum for two minutes, while my agony continued. At last Miss Eve detached the hose from the bag and grabbed me by my cock.  “You have given this to me, haven’t you?”   “Of course, Miss Eve.” Miss Eve pulled me by my cock and directed me to the hole I had dug, outside near the lake.   “Kneel down, with your ass over the hole. Position your buttocks very carefully because you will lick up whatever does not end up in the hole.”  Oh my, that was bad. I very carefully knelt at the edge of the hole, carefully placing my ass about 6 inches below the lip of the hole. Once again, I begged Miss Eve for permission to move my bowels. Finally, she removed the hole from her ass, and gave me the order to release my bowels. What a relief. The shit and the water flowed quickly. I expelled the shit with great relief.  It took a while, but finally at long last, I finished.  Miss Eve had me cover the hole with the dirt I dug up originally. After all, the shit would decompose naturally.  Miss Eve again sent me to the lake to clean up. This time, in the cold water, I had to clean my ass with my own hands. Miss Eve encouraged me.  “If your buttocks and anus are truly clean I will reward you. If not, you will be punished MOST severely. So in the ice cold lake water, I rubbed my asshole and buttcheeks, time and time again. Finally, I felt convinced that they were clean. I walked out and again knelt at Miss Eve’s feet.   “Let’s see if they are truly clean. Use your fingers and penetrate your anus. In and out, Five times, Now, lick your fingers clean.”  I did so without hesitation, and thank God, I had done a good job. My ass, and my fingers, were clean.

“I promised you a reward and you shall have one” Miss Eve said as she pulled me by my cock up to the bedroom. Once again she fastened me spread eagle, face up on the bed. Then she blindfolded me. I felt her kneel over my face, and smelled her wonderful odor as she lowered her cunt over my mouth. I felt her reach with delicate fingers and hands as she stroked my cock. So far, the usual. But then, I felt something different, something I never expected. I felt her lips on my cock. She was going to give me a blow job.

Oh My God!! I felt her lips moving delicately down my shaft. I felt her tongue playing gently with my cock I felt the gentle suction as she bobbed on my cock. Then she suddenly stopped.   

“Don’t you dare ejaculate without my permission. And I suggest that you continue to use your tongue to please me if you wish to have any hope of being allowed to ejaculate.”

So that was the deal. I was to carefully bring Miss Eve to climax, and if I pleased her, Miss Eve might allow me to climax. But meanwhile Miss Eve was giving me the best blow job I have ever had. Slowly, lovingly, she bobbed up and down on my rock hard cock. Her tongue played with my shaft, with the head. Her lips, locked around my cock and sucked eagerly. Lovingly. Miss Eve was going to drive me crazy, she was going to take me to the edge, stop, and start again. She stopped briefly and moaned,   “Your cock tastes sooo good. You are delicious.” Then she started again. I was concentrating on Miss Eve. Working her cunt lips, slowly licking them, tasting them. Again, very slowly, he began to insert his tongue in her cunt. Very carefully stimulating her. Meanwhile, Miss Eve, continued to use all her vast skills to give me the blow job of a lifetime, pausing every few minutes to whisper in my ear, “Your cock is so delicious , I love the taste of your cock.”  Then she went back to work on my cock.

I went back to work on Miss Eve’s cunt, moving on to her clit. I could taste her juices, I could hear her breathing speed up. I was dying to cum, her lips, her tongue  were bobbing up and down, from top of the shaft to the bottom. This was as close to heaven as I could be while still breathing.

Out of desperation, I put more pressure on her clit. I sucked it into my mouth, sucked it and licked it with my tongue. I sucked her juices, tasting her as she grew closer and closer to her release. Finally, she came, loud and wet. Then she yelled, “CUM, LITTLE BOY, CUM LITTLE BOY, CUM LITTLE BOY!!!”

I exploded. She greedily continued sucking, sucking me dry, sucking every drop of sperm from my balls. I never had such an explosion.  I never had such a cum. My Miss Eve, sucking me dry, draining my balls.  Words cannot describe how good Miss Eve made me feel. It was more than the most skillful blowjob. It was Miss Eve giving me this blow job, It was Miss Eve telling me how much she loved the taste of my cock, It was Miss Eve telling me how much pleasure I gave her, how much she enjoyed my tongue.

This was some women. I wanted, no I needed to spend my life with the woman. I would have to marry her. I hope and pray that she would have me.  

                      My Mistress- My Wife Part 4

I had it planned. When Miss Eve gave me time to write, I would log on to Tiffany’s and purchase a suitable engagement ring for my Miss Eve. Then I thought again. I must not do anything without her permission. She whipped my ass harshly for drying myself with a towel, what would she do if I purchased something on the internet. There was no getting around it, I would have to ask her permission. Perhaps a gift might be a good enough explanation.

Lunch was pleasant. Miss Eve allowed me to sit at the table and kept telling me how proud she was of me. That I was a very good boy, who made her very happy. Well, that was my cue.  “Miss Eve,” I stammered nervously, “May I have your permission to buy you a gift on the internet.”  Miss Eve chuckled. Then she responded very softly. “Have I told you how much I love you, my good little boy?”  Well that was encouraging, but it did not answer my question. I looked at her nervously. Once again Miss Eve chuckled.   “Don’t be nervous. Would it help if I told you that my ring size was 7?” That was unexpected. Then she said something shocking.  “ Get dressed and come back down” she said very softly and very lovingly. “We must talk person to person, not as Miss Eve and her little boy.”

I hurried upstairs, dressed quickly and hurried back down. I had no idea where this was going. Did I go too far, too fast? Did I blow it? There was only one way to find out, so I hurried down and knelt at Miss Eve’s feet.

“NO”, she said, not unkindly.  “Sit down. We have to talk. Not as Miss Eve and her little boy, but as Eve Stark and David Goodheart. Do you know what David means? It means beloved by God. You are making me into your God and I love you very much. And you are a good heart, so sweet, so caring, so loving, so generous. Do you know what marrying me will mean?”

I was puzzled, but I was beginning to get a glimmer of what Miss Eve (or Eve Stark) was getting at.

“I can play with my good little boy, but I can only marry David Goodheart. But Miss Eve and my good little boy must be part of the equation. Have you thought how that will play itself out?” I shook my head, no.   “Well I have. I fell in love with you our first night, and have been trying to combine our two aspects so that we can have a total marriage. Let me outline my thoughts, and tell me, my beloved David, if this marriage is something that you will really want. On the one hand, as my husband you will sleep in my bed, literally and figuratively. Yes, my beloved David, I will allow you to fuck me, if not as often as you would like, more often than you probably anticipate. In that sense, I will truly be your wife. On the other hand, I will NEVER allow you to cum without my permission. As a matter of fact, I am going to strengthen the Miss Eve aspect of our relationship, so that you are continually aware, 24/7, that you are my good little boy. There will be times, in public, and sometimes in private, that I will allow you to be David Goodheart, the successful writer, the man of the world. But to counter that, and keep you conscious of your other self, of the good little boy, there will be a price to pay. Not only will you not cum without permission, you will not be allowed to have an erection without permission. Do you understand , my beloved David.”

I was puzzled. “I think I know what you are getting at, Eve, but it is only with the greatest difficulty that I can control my cum. I cannot control my erections, as much as I want to please you.”

“But do you want to please me? Do you want to please me enough that you would allow me to control your erections if you could?”

I didn’t pause for a minute. “I want to please you more than anything. I would do anything physically possible to please you, but controlling my erections is not physically possible.”

Eve laughed. “Nonsense.  There is nothing simpler than allowing me to control your erections if you are willing. I have a present for you. I bought it the day after we met. I would like to give it to you now.” With that she took out what I would learn was called a cb6000.  This was a clear hard plastic tube that fit snugly around my flacid penis, attached with two rings that fit around my balls. Eve unzipped my pants and took out my semi erect cock and balls. She carefully slapped my cock 2 or 3 times, then squeezed my balls, so that my erection subsided, then carefully lubricated my cock and placed the cage on my cock and attached it to my balls. Then she took out a small plastic lock and locked it all in place.

“The lock is custom made, completely plastic, so you can go through security anywhere without embarrassment. But I have the only key. And you will wear this 24/7. Notice that there is a hole at the head so that you can piss. I would suggest that you piss sitting down from now on. Notice that there are slits on the sides for cleanliness when you shower. But most important, notice that the size of the cage will not physically allow you to have an erection. There is no room for the cock to expand. You said that you want to please me more than anything. That you would allow me to control your erections if it was physically possible.  Well, I have shown you that it is possible. The question is, if you are willing to make this sacrifice.”

Wow!! I was stunned. In certain ways this was terrifying. In certain ways this was exactly what I wanted, what I needed. The ultimate loss of control. The ultimate gift of my body to my future wife.

“Yes, Eve. I want to do this for you. I want you to control my most intimate thoughts. I want to be forced to think about you all the time. I want to please you 24 hours a day. With this device, I will constantly be thinking about you, about pleasing you. And I can hope that having this total control over me will be a constant source of pleasure for you.”

“I am pleased. But I will give you a chance to see how you feel about it in real life. We will need four weeks to arrange a proper wedding. We could probably do it in three, except I will be having my period in three weeks. So you will live with this cage on your cock for the next four weeks. Except for 1 or 2 minutes, twice a week, when I remove it to put on some fresh lubrication, it will stay on you 24/7. Unless you ask to have it removed. Until we are married, I will take it off you any time you want. Of course, if I do, the wedding is off. But if you pass this test, we will be married in 4 weeks.

“This may be a harsher test than you anticipate. I have been told that if the male body attempts to have an erection while wearing this device it suffers a painful squeezing. Your pain pleases me, and it will please me to watch you suffer for my pleasure. It is a gift that you give me, and a gift that I will gratefully accept. With that understood, you may go to your office and do some writing. If you want to purchase an engagement ring for me, I will be proud to become your wife, proud to bear the name Eve Goodheart. I love you so much, David, you give me so much, and I delight in you and the gift that you are to me.

“I think it is time for my little boy to come back, so I think you should strip, and worship my feet, before I send you to your office to work on your book.”

What a weekend this was turning out to be. First thing, I went to the Tiffany web site and arranged to purchase a 21/2 carat ring for more than $50,000.  I arranged to have it delivered tomorrow via a bonded messenger service. The service specialized in delivering legal and financial papers overnight. I doubt if they had ever been used to deliver an engagement ring before, but money is money. That being settled, I got down to work. I really did have a publisher’s deadline on my new book. While I was sure a brief delay would not cause serious damage, I had a feeling that my time would be filled with plans for a wedding and a honeymoon, and that I really should try to get ahead of schedule.

I was hard at work when Miss Eve came down. This time she called me Dave.  “Now that you are wearing your cock restraint, I will call you Dave when I want to speak with you, rather than when I want to play games. When I call you Dave, you can speak to me, agree and disagree, etc. You are sitting here naked, wearing only your cock cage. You are aware of Miss Eve, but when I call you Dave, you will be speaking to Eve Stark. Anyway, I am going into the pool, if you want to join me, you are welcome, but you may keep writing if you want.”

“Actually, I do have a publisher’s deadline coming up. So as much as I would love to join you, I will take a rain check if I may.”

“Of course, of course. I would like you to join me for a barbecue around 6:30. You will still be Dave, and we can talk, but I would like your company for dinner.”

So at 6:30 I came out of my office and started a barbecue. Fun food, hot dogs, hamburgers, corn on the cob. I do a mean hamburger. I do a mean steak too, but that will be another time. Anyway, Eve reminded me of something I didn’t think of. “When the delivery comes, I am giving you permission to get dressed. I want you to wear a nice suit. After all,” she chuckled, “if you are going to propose, I want you to be dressed accordingly. But one thing. I have purchased white silk panties for you. When you have to be dressed, from here on in, you will wear your silk panties. No one will know, it will be our secret, but it will be another way that you will be conscious of me and what I mean in your life.”

After the barbecue, I went back to work. I came upstairs about 10:30. Miss Eve greeted me, “Hello little boy.” It was play time again. I lay down on the bed per her instructions.  I was naked. Miss Eve put her knees over my shoulders and her cunt on my lips. “Please me little boy, use your lips and tongue to give me real pleasure.” I thought that I knew this game. I played it before. But this was different. I had that damned cock cage on. I couldn’t get an erection, because the cage was too tight. I felt a continuous pressure on my cock. The pain was great. There was no pleasure. Not for me. But Miss Eve was enjoying herself. I was pleasuring her with my tongue, she was going to have a tremendous cum. And I was in constant pain. As Miss Eve laughed, she asked me if I wanted to remove the cb6000.  She laughed some more. I loved her so, but it was going to be a long month. 

   

   

My Mistress- My Wife   Chapter 5

Wedding Night Blues

It was a rough month. Miss Eve changed her mind about not allowing me an erection until the wedding. “Why should I be deprived of the pleasure of tasting your delicious cock, just because you are not allowed to ejaculate,” she pouted. “You do not want to deprive me of pleasure, do you, my good little boy?” Well put like that, how could I deny my Miss Eve her pleasure? So every other day, when Miss Eve removed my chastity belt to put on lube, she left it off while we performed a vigorous 69. I worshipped her pussy while she sucked my cock. The difficulty was that I would bring Miss Eve to two or three loud and shattering orgasms, while I was forbidden to cum. After Miss Eve was exhausted, she praised me for my tongue and lips, praised the taste of my hard cock, and then squeezed my balls hard, until my hard cock fell soft. Then she put on some lubrication and reattached the cb-6000. I could only become erect when she allowed it.

Sometimes she would further torment me. After the cb-6000 was reattached she would sometimes have me drink her piss directly from the source, and then lick her clean. This was a classic example of mixed emotions. I was degraded by drinking her piss; I was stimulated by cleaning her lips. I was pained by the desire to become erect which was a painful physical impossibility, and above all, I rejoiced in the pleasure that I was able to give her.

After one such session, as I was about to leave, she called me “David”. That meant that she wanted to talk to me as adult to adult. I sat down. “Is anything wrong?” I asked. “No, nothing wrong, nothing at all. I just think we should meet with our lawyers, to legalize our financial arrangement.” This concerned me greatly. The one thing that did concern me was ending up broke and on the street. My face must have shown my concern. “Don’t worry, David. I am not marrying you for your money. Your lawyer will be thrilled by the pre-nup that I am agreeing to.”

So we met with our attorneys. True to her word, Eve agreed to take much less than what she would be legally entitled to in event of my death, and limited her claim greatly in the event of a divorce. The way she drafted the proposal, if she wanted a divorce she would not get much at all. Even if I was the party to sue, her settlement would be limited and based on the years of our marriage. If I asked for a divorce within the first 3 years, her settlement would be limited to the salary as a kindergarten teacher which she was forgoing. She even insisted that I put some of my assets in trust for my children, so I would never be tempted to write them out of my will. She truly did not want my money, and I loved her even the more.

I met with my children the day before my wedding. They were originally quite hostile. Daddy, how could you do this? Don’t you know what she is after? I let them rant for a few minute before I showed them the trust. “This was done at her suggestion. I love you, you are my children. I love Eve very much. I have never known such happiness in my life. You will treat her, and me, with respect, if not love. I have the sole authority under the trust to send you interest payments, or even invade principal for you if you need extra help. I guarantee you that if you say anything to hurt Eve, or me, you will not receive a cent until I am dead and buried.” The next day, at the wedding, they hovered over Eve as if she was a long lost sister. I would go on to have a better relationship with them than I had since they were small.

Before the wedding Eve came to see me. She removed the cb-6000, telling me that she wanted me to be erect throughout the ceremony. That was not a problem. I hadn’t cum in a month; just looking at her, smelling her perfume, knowing that she would soon be mine made my cock hard as a rock. I was wearing the silk panties that Miss Eve had bought for me. I would always remember that Miss Eve owned my cock and balls.

The ceremony was beautiful. Miss Eve’s kindergarten students sang beautifully. My agent made a wonderfully humorous toast. He was in special good spirits because I had finished my book, and had given him a copy the day before. He said my writing was never better and we should get together in Hollywood after my honeymoon to sell the book to the movies. Things were great.

The ceremony and reception finally ended. Miss Eve had arranged for a chauffeur to drive us home. We wanted privacy more than anything else. Miss Eve spent the entire drive playing with my cock, through the silk panties. Oh did I want to cum!! Finally we arrived and I carried Miss Eve over the threshold. I quickly stripped, at her order, then Miss Eve told me to slowly and lovingly undress her. Miss Eve was still wearing her wedding gown, white, form fitting, sexy, and with a lot of buttons. My fingers were trembling as they strained to accomplish their task. Finally, I succeeded. My beautiful Miss Eve, so young, so sweet, looking so innocent, and being so dominating. I was sure that this would not be an ordinary wedding night.

“Take us into the bedroom” she whispered. Both of us naked, I carried her into the bedroom and placed her on the bed. “Ladies first” she giggled, “first satisfy me with your tongue and then I will allow you to have your husbandly rights.” So I knelt between Miss Eve’s legs, held her buttocks in my hands and began to pleasure her with my tongue. I slowly and lovingly worshipped her lips, taking my time. As much as I wanted to cum, my priority would always be Miss Eve’s pleasure. As Miss Eve began to flow, she had me role over. She perched her pussy on my lips and took my rock hard cock in her throat. “Don’t you dare cum without permission,” she reminded me as she rocked harder and harder on my face. I felt her juices flowing and heard her begin to moan. “Yes, little boy, good little boy, ohhh, so good, soo good. OHHH, OHHH!!!! That’s it YESSSS!!. She came so hard I was thankful she did not bite my cock by mistake. But she had her cum. Was it now, at last, to be my turn?

“David, you have been a very good little boy, and now it is time for me to be a good wife. Your turn, How do you want me?” I hadn’t really thought about it, I never really thought she would allow me such freedom, but here it was. “On your back with your feet next to your ears. That’s it. Now take your hands and open your labia wide for me. Now say it, ask me for it” “Yes, Fuck me, David, make me truly your wife. Let me feel your wonderful big hard cock penetrating my cock. Pound  it in me. Let me feel your lust. You are my man, I am here to please you, cum whenever you choose.”

I entered Miss Eve’s cunt slowly and lovingly. I had thought about this moment for a month. I was ready to cum any time. Miss Eve had kept me on edge for hours, but I was determined to take my time and bring Miss Eve to another cum, this time not with my tongue, but for the first time, with my cock. Her cunt!! What a delight. So hot, so moist, so tight. Eve kept her position as I penetrated her inner depths. She took her arms and pulled me into her. She was moaning, “harder, fuck me harder, let me feel that big cock, tear me apart. Hard and fast, harder and faster” her moans turned into high pitched keening. I could feel her cunt grabbing my cock, squeezing it, milking it. I could not resist. I started to pound my beloved Miss Eve. Hard as I could. She was mine. I was pounding her like a piston, my pubic bone pounding her clit. She was going to cum. I would not allow myself to cum until she did. But I wanted to cum so desperately. Finally I felt her explosion and I exploded myself, holding her tight, shooting my sperm deep within her. I collapsed, still holding her tight. Eve also collapsed, both of us exhausted from our mutual passion.

Finally  Eve stirred. “Please, let me….” She was still my wife, not yet my Mistress. I felt her pull out from under me and gently roll me on my back. She got on her knees and took my cock in her mouth. My cock, soaked with a combination of our juices. She grinned as she licked and sucked me clean. Finally, I was clean and Eve was smiling. “Was it worth waiting for, was it worth everything I put you through?” “Everything and more” I answered. “You are delight in every way. I love you so much.” “Good,” she said with a grin, “then it’s time for my good little boy to clean me.”

So once again I was the good little boy. I had never tasted sperm before. But I never in my life had a more enjoyable sexual experience. It was not only the physical, though that was earthshaking. It was the psychological. This young, beautiful woman was shouting in ecstasy how much she enjoyed the feel of my cock in her pussy, the taste of my cock in her mouth. Yes, I enjoyed her body, but she made it clear that she enjoyed my body too.  That was a far cry from my previous experience, where I was made to feel that the women who I slept with me were doing me a great favor, that there was no way that I could give them the physical pleasure that they gave me. Their reward would be in other ways. Here the young Miss Eve made it perfectly clear that her body was as responsive to me as my body was to her. I was thrilled. It was worth swallowing that mixture of her juices and my sperm. It was a strange taste, I don’t know if I could have swallowed it without the taste of Miss Eve’s sweet juices. It made me more grateful that Miss Eve loudly proclaimed her love for my taste. 

As I continued to suck Miss Eve’s pussy, something strange happened. My cock, only minutes ago completely drained, came back to life. It usually took at least a couple of hours for me to recharge after a climax, especially a draining explosive climax, such as I had only 15 minutes before. Yet here I was, again becoming hard as a rock. Miss Eve quickly rolled me on my back and mounted me. She sat on my cock, her pussy clenching and unclenching on my cock, rocking back and forth. “You feel so good in me little boy. Just remember, you must not cum without permission.” With that she continued to rock on my cock and milk me with her pussy. She was becoming more and more excited. I could see it on her face and fell it in her dripping cunt. I was becoming more and more excited. I was going to cum. I started to beg. “Miss Eve, please, your little boy begs you for permission to cum.” “Absolutely not, little boy, you will never be permitted to cum more than once a day, mostly not that often. Remember, you are here to please me.” She continued to rock on my cock and clench her cunt muscles. I did my best to control myself, but her cock was so wet and tight. Miss Eve was rocking faster and faster as she was reaching her climax. I was enjoying the sight of her beautiful tits as they rocked in front of my eyes. “Please Miss Eve, Please Miss Eve, I beg your permission, I beg your permission, I beg your permission” “NO!” was the last word I heard as Miss Eve began her noisy climax. She clenched her cunt muscles tightly as she climaxed, and I exploded myself. Miss Eve raised herself off my cock and my cum squirted in the air. “Bad, Bad boy. You have disobeyed my order. You will be punished so this never happens again.”

I was in big trouble. .I begged for forgiveness. “Of course I will forgive you. I love you. But first I must punish you, and train you. You must understand how bad your behavior was. When was the last time you came twice inside an hour?” I thought briefly. “Never, Miss Eve.” “Then what made you think you could cum a second time without permission?”  I stood silent. “I will do no permanent damage, but I will hurt you badly, severely. Do you understand?” “ Miss Eve, I beg you, punish me, harshly, severely. Give me great pain. I deserve the harshest punishment for disobeying you.”

She had me lay over her knees. She took out a special paddle, a wooden ping pong paddle with sand paper on each side. “I am going to paddle your ass 50 times. I am going to leave you bleeding. That will be only the first part of your punishment. You will count each stroke, thank me for punishing you and beg for another.” With that, she began. “One, Thank you Miss Eve for punishing me as I deserve, Please I beg of you, may I have another.”

The paddle was hard wood and it hurt. The sandpaper scratched my ass and would eventually cut the skin. I was hurting after one stroke, I would get 50. And then that was the only the first part of my  punishment.  “Two, Thank you Miss Eve for punishing me, as I deserve. Please, I beg you, may I have another.”

Miss Eve was kind. Not that she lightened her strokes, Not at all. If anything, they grew even heavier as she found the proper balance of her swing. But she did pause longer between her strokes, allowing me to scream, allowing me to cry, before reciting my mantra and receiving the next stroke. Finally she reached 50. I was crying like a baby. My ass was bleeding from the sandpaper. Miss Eve lat me recuperate for a few minutes, then said it was time for the second phase of my punishment.

“You are a writer, so I thought you would write something for me.” That did not sound bad. “You will print, very neatly, 100 times  “A good little boy does not ejaculate without the permission of his Mistress.” That did not sound so bad at all. Then she brought in a small wooden kindergarten chair and said that I would sit on it while I wrote my lines. Okay, uncomfortable, but not so bad. Then I saw that the seat was coated with a heavy layer of thick kosher salt. Ouch!!! When I sat down I felt the burning. In my bleeding ass. I wanted nothing more than to get up, to rise from the salt burning in my ass, but I could not. I had to write my lines to please my Mistress. And I had to print them neatly. It would take at least 90 minutes, I would have to sit, my bloody ass burning on the salt, printing my lines neatly. Finally I was finished. Was this the end of my punishment?

I guess not. I saw Miss Eve walking in, beautiful, naked, except for a strap on. Somehow or another, I knew where the business end of that dildo was going to end up. I was scared. I was not gay, never was. I never had anything up my ass before. I was going to lose my virginity. “Please, Miss Eve, I beg you, not that, anything but that.” She smiled and replied gently, “You must learn that your entire body belongs to me. You will do what I tell you, you will grow to WANT whatever I want you to want. Now you will beg me to fuck your ass with my dildo.”

In for a penny, in for a pound I thought. I love her. I wanted to make her happy. “Please, Miss Eve, I beg you, fuck me in my ass with your dildo.”

She bent me over the bed and had me spread my ass cheeks. “suck it, get the dildo nice and wet, I don’t want to hurt you too much.” I took that artificial penis in my mouth, a very strange experience for me. But I was learning that my body was no longer my own, it belonged to Miss Eve. Then she pulled it out of her mouth and placed it between my ass cheeks. She held it there briefly, she told me to loosen my ass, make believe I was taking a shit. Suddenly I felt her surge in my ass. Virgin no longer. Ouch!!! I felt something large tearing my ass. My ass was bleeding on the outside, now it was bleeding from the inside as well. With a strap on, Miss Eve could go on forever, and I was under too much pain to keep track of time, but eventually she pulled out. Was my punishment finally over?

Miss Eve strapped a metal cup over my cock and balls. I did not know what that meant until she said “This is to protect you in case I miss. I told you that I would not do any permanent damage. Scared is not the word for what I was feeling. Terrified was more like it. Miss Eve bound my wrists and attached them to the ceiling pulling me so I was on my toes. She then attached a leg spreader, so my legs were spread wide apart, with me forced to my tip toes. She showed me her whip. Single tail, 10 feet long, a knot at the leather tip. “Kiss it 10 time, as that is the number of times it will kiss you. You will count and beg as you did before.”

As I said, I was terrified. I had never seen a whip, let alone felt one. Having come this far, I had no choice but to trust my wife, my beloved Miss Eve. I kissed the whip 10 times and then I begged Miss Eve “Please Miss Eve punish me harshly, whip me for your pleasure” I heard the crack of the whip before I felt it. I am not a physicist, able to explain the mathematics, but the whip, well used, achieves a very high speed, much higher than a paddle. Its force lands on a tiny spot, as opposed to the paddle where the force is distributed over a larger area. In short, There was an explosion of overwhelming pain as the whip landed on my already bleeding ass. I screamed. I was literally speechless. I could not not stop screaming, the pain was overwhelming. Finally, I started to beg for mercy. “Please stop Mistress, it is too much, please stop. Mistress responded angrily if you are able to beg for mercy, you are able to thank me and beg for another as I require. If you fail me again, I shall double the lashes till 20.” I heard that and gathered my inner resources. Through my tears I counted. “One, thank You Mistress for punishing me as I deserve. Please Mistress, I beg you to whip me again.”  And so Mistress continued. Most were on my ass, but somme were on my back and on my upper thighs. Mistress was kind enough to give me time to come to myself after each lash. Each lash was an explosion of unbearable pain that I had no alternative but to bear. Finally she reached 10 and stopped.

Miss Eve left me hanging for a while. I could look down, at my feet, and see the blood running from my whipping. I thought I was through till once again Miss Eve brought in the wooden kindergarten chair with the kosher salt spread on the seat. “Another 100 lines. This time you shall print, neatly, My cock and balls belong to Miss Eve. My ass, my mouth, my nose, my entire body belongs to Miss Eve.” Would my punishment never end? Once again I sat on the salt coated chair, my bleeding ass burnt by the salt. It must have taken at least two hours for me to finish my task. I would remember this lesson forever. My cock and balls, my ass, my mouth my nose my entire body belong to Miss Eve. I exist to please her. I have no wish but to please her.  

That served me well, because this time Miss Eve came back wearing what I later learned was called a feel-doe. There was some device, I understand a vibrating device that was placed in Miss Eve’s pussy. She was able to keep this device inside her pussy by using her pelvic muscles. She did not use straps. There was a ridged bend which was used to stimulate the clit. “Now I will truly enjoy fucking your ass. With the dildo, which was 1 ¼ inches by 5 ½ inches all I could enjoy was your pain. I received no physical pleasure, only the psychic pleasure of causing you pain. With this, which is 1 ¾ inches by 6 ¾ inches on you end, I receive the pleasure of a vibrator in my cunt and the stimulation of my clit as I fuck your ass. I still get the psychic pleasure of causing you pain. I only used the strap on because it was smaller, better suited for a virgin ass. But you are not a virgin any longer. I am going to enjoy this. I am going to cum while fucking your ass. What do you have to say for yourself little boy?”

“Please, Miss Eve, fuck me in the ass with your new toy. Rape my ass. Tear it apart. It is yours to with what you want. I exist to please you. I would be honored to have you cum while you fuck my ass” So she did. Hard. But this time she got noisy as she enjoyed herself. I was crying and she was getting louder and louder. Then she started to slap my bloody ass. . She started screaming As my pain increased so did her ecstasy. YES YES YES. She must have cum as she collapsed on my back. Finally she pulled out of my ass. She walked around and had me lick it clean. “Your mouth belongs to me as well.”

When it was clean Miss Eve told me that my punishment was over. I started to thank her but she stopped me. “What is left is your final exam.” With that she inserted an enema bulb in my ass. “This is a small enema, only a pint of warm and soapy water.” When the bag was empty she removed the bulb and inserted a butt plug. As she had promised it was not painful. I had to move my bowels, the soapy water had done its job and I had to shit. But the butt plug did its job I was wondering what exactly the test was. Then she told me. She was going to remove the butt plug however I was not allowed to release, not allowed to shit without her permission.

Wow, that was a test. I had to shit and had no permission. As if that was not test enough, I was given a command. “Suck me, make me cum” Miss Eve sat down and I knelt between her legs. My anal muscles clenched my ass closed as tight as I could. My mouth and lips concentrated on bringing Miss Eve to a climax. The race was on. I felt her pussy, always moist and warm get hotter and wetter. Her juices were flowing. She started to wiggle and moan. Finally she started to shout as she climaxed. I had to shit I had to shit I had to shit. Why did Miss Eve not give me permission? Then I heard the dreaded word. “Again” . So here I was, with as ass full of soapy water dying to release but not able to, because of My Mistress’ orders. So I resumed my work with my tongue again between my Mistress’ legs. My only hope was that Mistress was highly orgasmic. So as I kept concentrating on clenching my ass. I used my lips on her pussy and clit.

Once again she came, loud and long.  I did not even dare to beg for mercy. My ass belonged to Mistress Eve. “Again” was the only word I heard. So I continued. I was in agony. I wanted to shit. I needed to shit I could not shit without permission. Finally she came a third time.  This time Mistress Eve collapsed completely. It took 30 seconds for her to open her eyes. “You have passed your test my beloved. Crawl to the toilet and shit for me.” I never heard sweeter words.

As I was sitting on the toilet Miss Eve spoke to me. “I love you, David. My favorite thing, the thing that gives me the most pleasure is using your cock as a dildo. I had to train you so serving my needs is the most important thing in your life so you can be the most important thing in my life. I will give you great pleasure. I will take great pleasure. You will obey me and please me.”

Miss Eve did take pleasure from my pain, but never again would she put through such an ordeal. I would please her and she would please me. I would obey her every whim and would enjoy pleasure that I never imagined could exist.

And we lived happily ever after.