My Mistress - My Wife

                     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.